Bob was standing by his car when he saw the crowd coming toward
him. Lori was already in her seat. He couldn't take
any more passengers, but he could see three cabs waiting at the curb,
across the parking lot.
"We found Woody and Crystal," said Roberta, running up to him, slightly
out of breath. "They were in Woody's room. They'll be here
in a minute." She leaned closer, and whispered. "You were
right. Woody came to the door naked!"
"And they actually wanted to come?" asked Bob.
She giggled. "I told them we were going to your house ... to have
an orgy. I think they're coming just to see if I was telling the
truth or not." She giggled again. "I'm so glad we got sent
here by mistake. I haven't had fun like this since ... ever!"
Bob gave them the address, and told them he was going to make a stop
for party provisions, so they might have to wait for him for
while. Lori said that, since she was familiar with the house,
she'd go with the group, and Bob gave her the key. He told Chuck
how to get how to get the hot tub ready for occupancy.
They all piled into cabs as Bob took off.
Lori was giddy with the anticipation of being involved in her first
real party, even though she had no idea what it would be like.
But she liked all these people, so she was sure she'd have fun.
She felt important as she opened the door and ushered them all in,
excitedly giving them a tour.
It was in the back yard, where the hot tub was, under an arbor, covered
with climbing vines, that things took another turn.
Tiffany pulled her still wet, and now cold bikini out of her bag.
She knew it would be very uncomfortable to put on. And ... after
all ... all of them except Crystal and Woody had seen her naked breast,
back at the conference center.
"Would anybody be really upset if I just went into the tub ... nude?" she asked.
"What!?" yipped Chuck.
"My suit is all wet and cold," she explained.
"I don't know if I can do that," said Jane.
"I'm not saying you have to do that too," said Tiffany. "I just
don't want to put on a cold, wet suit. You guys saw me anyway ...
or at least part of me."
"What did we miss?" asked Woody, leering at Tiffany. Crystal slapped him on the arm.
"My suit isn't cold or wet!" she said to him.
"Tiffany, I thought you were the one who was so hot on not swapping
partners," said Roberta, holding her own wet ... cold ... suit.
She wasn't at all sure she could get naked with all these people
either. She felt completely comfortable with Jeff, but all these
others?
"I'm not talking about THAT!" said Tiffany.
"Well, every man in the house will be thinking about it if you get
naked," muttered Jane. "How are we supposed to compete with
you? You're gorgeous."
"I told you I'm not talking about that!" said Tiffany. "If it
makes you uncomfortable, I won't do it. Why do you think I asked
first?"
"It wouldn’t make me uncomfortable," said Woody. He got
another slap from Crystal. "It might make Crystal uncomfortable,
though, especially if she has to sit on my lap," he grinned. He
darted out of Crystal's reach.
"I know that if Jane was naked in that hot tub," said Roger gallantly, "I wouldn't be looking at Tiffany."
Jane turned to him. "So you're suggesting that I strip too?
I thought this was supposed to be a party ... not an orgy."
"But Roberta said it WAS going to be an orgy," said Woody, grinning.
"Why does everybody think this will turn into an orgy if we're in the
hot tub naked?" complained Tiffany. "Fine!" she muttered.
"I'll just throw my suit in the dryer and THEN put it on!"
"I'll go in naked too, if you really want to," said Lori.
They all turned to stare at the girl they still had a tendency to
ignore. She was standing there, still wearing her bikini.
She'd said there were clothes for her to wear later ... already at
Bob's, and had ridden in the cab in her swim suit, anticipating getting
into the hot tub when she got to Bob's.
"That's OK, Lori," said Tiffany, feeling a surge of appreciation for
the young woman who had changed so much in such a short time.
"You don't have to expose yourself to all these horny men."
"I saw a TV program," said Lori. "It was the first night we were
here, and it was about people swapping partners and making movies about
that. They were all standing around naked, and none of those men
attacked anybody."
"Is that why you wanted to borrow Roger?" asked Jane.
"What the HECK did we miss?" moaned Woody. Crystal started
chasing him, and he ran, laughing, into the back yard. With her
longer legs she caught him easily, and they rolled on the grass, while
the others stared at them. Somehow Woody ended up sitting on
Crystal's stomach, capturing both her wrists. She was strong, but
he was able to hold her wrists to the grass, beside her head. He
leaned down to kiss her.
"Wanna skinny dip?" he whispered.
"Not with YOU!" she hissed.
"I'll sit on your lap," he offered, grinning.
"So you have an unobstructed view of all those other women!" she snarled.
"OK, you can sit on MY lap," he grinned. "Facing me, if you want to," he added salaciously.
"You won't stare at Tiffany's breasts?" she said, relaxing.
"You heard Bob," he said, still grinning. "Men can't help but
look. But you'll be on my lap ... so I don't think I'll spend a
lot of time looking at anybody else."
"At least you're honest," she said. Then, flexing her muscles in
a burst, she broke free and rolled them both, ending up on top of
Woody, grinning triumphantly.
He just lifted his head to look down her blouse.
"You're incorrigible!" she snorted.
"I'm just horny about the idea of being in the hot tub, naked ... with you," he said softly.
"You'd let the other men look at me like that?" she asked, frowning.
"I'm proud of you," he said. "You're beautiful, and I think you
love me, and I think I love you, so I'm not worried that you'll dump me
for some other short guy." He smiled. "As for me, I'm
deliriously happy with what I have. I don't want any other
woman." He tried the same thing Crystal had done, using his
muscles explosively, but she was ready for him, and pinned him back to
the ground. "Besides, he panted, going limp. None of them
can dance as well as you. I can tell."
Back at the hot tub, Chuck had gotten the cover off, turned on the
heater and pump, and the hot tub was ready for use. The
others were watching Woody and Crystal's antics in the back yard.
He turned around to see Tiffany, standing there in shorts. The
tips of her breasts were poking through her T shirt, and he knew she
was excited. He wasn't all that sure that getting naked in the
hot tub was a good idea, but not because he was afraid she'd be
attracted to one of the other men. He was pretty sure there was a
third attribute to cheerleaders that she hadn't discussed yet.
You couldn't be a cheerleader, without knowing that men would be
staring at you. To pursue that avocation, those women had to have
at least a tiny streak of exhibitionist in them. He figured that
was at least part of her impulse, in this situation. What he was
worried about was getting naked with her, because everyone would see
his reaction.
The woman he was thinking about turned to look at him. The smile
on her face from watching Crystal win out over a man in a physical
contest faded, and she looked embarrassed.
"Just do it!" he mouthed.
"Really?" she mouthed back.
For answer, he unbuttoned his shirt.
Tiffany watched, thinking he was playing with her, until he unbuckled
his belt and started pushing his shorts down. Her eyes widened as
she realized he was really going to strip, and she frantically tried to
keep up with him, pulling her T shirt up and over her head, baring her
breasts, which bobbed and jiggled at her rapid arm movements.
She wasn't wearing panties either, which let her catch up with Chuck,
since he had on jockey shorts. Then, with the backs of the others
still turned towards the goings-on in the back yard, they both dove for
the tub, giggling.
Roger turned to see two bare butts, perched on the edge of the tub, as
both Tiffany and Chuck tried to dive over the side, and were caught by
the front of their thighs. Legs went akimbo, and he got a quick
shot of bare, shaven pussy, as Tiffany rolled. Her feet splashed
and she went under the water, to come up blowing air, mixed with water,
from her nose and mouth, her hair plastered across her face.
Chuck came up beside her, laughing.
The others turned, and saw two piles of clothing lying on the wooden
deck, and the naked shoulders of Chuck and Tiffany in the hot
tub. Tiffany was trying to push the hair off her face, and Chuck
was moving to embrace her.
"Oh my gosh ... they did it!" moaned Jane.
"Nobody else has to," said Tiffany, as Chuck's arms went around her and
he pulled her back against his front. She felt his hard prick pop
between her butt cheeks, and felt her face get hot. He
pulled her to one side of the tub, and suddenly, she was sitting on his
lap, her breasts firmly covered by his hands. She got the
impression that, if she could see into the water, it would look like
she had a penis, protruding from between her naked thighs.
Motion to one side drew eyes, and they watched in silence as Lori
calmly dropped her clothes. She stood, a little nervously, her
pale, naked body tinted yellow by the bug lights above the hot tub.
"I said I would, if she did," said the young woman, defensively. "This feels really scary."
She sidled toward the hot tub, and Jane and Roberta went into
action. Both grabbed their men and turned them, so their backs
were toward Lori. Both demanded, mostly by the look on their
faces, that Roger and Jeff look at them ... and not at Lori.
Lori had been feeling like she'd made a horrible mistake, when everyone
looked at her. When the men turned away, she felt better
immediately. She felt her muscles relax, and she could move more
easily. Oddly, she didn't mind Chuck looking at her, because he
was naked too. Of them all, only Lori had seen what really
happened while the others' attention was diverted. What little
she had seen of Chuck's penis informed her that they didn't all look
the same. She'd been so shocked by what she was seeing on TV that
night, that she couldn't remember what any of the penises she'd seen on
TV looked like. That was, in truth, one of the reasons she'd
asked Jane to borrow Roger ... so she could see another one ... to see
what it was like. She loved Bob's, and how it made her
feel, but she couldn't help but be curious about what another one might
look like ... and feel like.
Now, she climbed into the tub, quickly and efficiently, and sank gratefully into the water.
"OK, I'm decent," she called out to Jane and Roberta.
"I wouldn't say that, exactly," muttered Roberta. Jeff grinned at
her. She felt a flutter in her belly, because not once, had his
eyes tried to stray past her face, while Lori got into the tub.
That made her feel unaccountably good.
Jane was feeling much the same thing, only more strongly, because she
knew how Roger felt about young girls, and Lori looked like she was
about seventeen. The fact that Roger stared into her eyes,
instead of trying to look at Lori's naked body, meant a great deal to
her. She'd decided that his propensity to notice young girls, at
the mall, for instance, was not a serious impediment to their
relationship, if only because she believed him when he said he really
wanted only her, in reality. Now, in a completely unplanned test
of his resolve, that decision was proved in a way she couldn't have
hoped for.
"What should I do?" she asked him.
"You don't have to do anything," he said gently.
"I've been skinny dipping a hundred times ... back home," she said.
"This isn't back home," he reminded her.
"Do you want to?" she asked.
"Be naked with you?" he grinned. "Of course I do."
"Not with me!" she chided. "With them."
"I don't want to be naked with them," he said. "I want to be naked with you."
"Oooo you're good," she said. "You seduced me ... didn't you?"
"I tried," he said, smiling. "With everything I had in me."
She kissed him, and then turned to face Roberta and Jeff.
"I won't do it unless you do too," she said to Roberta.
"Me?" gasped Roberta. "I couldn't possibly do that."
"OK, then, we won't," said Jane, firmly.
Both Roger and Jeff let out sighs of breath.
Roberta turned to Jeff.
"What was THAT for?" she asked. "I suppose you want me to prance around naked in front of all these people!"
"No!" he said, his voice a loud whisper. She frowned at
him. "OK, maybe it was a little exciting to think about it," he
admitted.
Jane turned to Roger. "You too?" she asked.
"I'm only a man," he sighed. "You know how I am."
Woody and Crystal stepped up onto the deck. Crystal's braid had
fallen loose, and she was combing it out, untangling the hair, which
now fell past her shoulders. She looked at the three people in
the tub, and the three piles of clothes on the deck.
"We always seem to miss the most interesting parts," said Woody, who was also staring at the piles of clothes.
"Are they really naked?" Crystal asked the other two women softly.
"Yes," said Jane. "We were trying to figure out what to do now. Roberta doesn't want to copy them."
"Then don't," said Crystal firmly. "Don't do anything you're not comfortable with."
"I'm not a prude," complained Roberta. "It's just that I'm so
..." She didn't finish, but when she looked down at her small
breasts, everyone there knew what she was thinking.
"Don't make a decision like that out of self doubt," said
Crystal. "Look at me. I'm a freak, but I learned how not to
let that control me."
"Did not," scoffed Woody. "I had to practically beg to get you to ignore our height difference."
Crystal ignored him. "All I'm saying is that you should do what
you want to, and not be pushed into anything ... even by
yourself." She shook her hair back. "Besides, you don't
have to do anything, just because someone else is doing it."
"But Jane just said she'd do whatever I did," moaned Roberta.
"I was just trying to be supportive," said Jane.
"You mean you'd do that?" asked Roberta, her eyes wide.
"I skinny dipped all the time when I was a kid," said Jane.
"You're not a kid any more," said Crystal.
"I know that, but with you all I still feel like I'm with old
friends. That's what I remember about skinny dipping," said
Jane. "It was just having fun with friends."
"So ... nothing happened while you were skinny dipping?" asked Roberta.
Jan laughed. "Of course it did. We played grab ass, but it wasn't serious."
"I don't want to play grab ass," said Roberta, looking uncomfortable.
"Then don't," said Jane. "Like I said, I'll do whatever you do. We're in this together."
"Nobody's going to touch you," said Woody, his voice serious.
"You don't need to worry about that. Not with this group."
"Not true," said Jeff. He smiled. It was obvious he was trying to lighten up the situation, but it fell flat.
"Nobody's going to touch you if you don't want them to," amended
Woody. "Even though I think you're a babe, I won't touch you."
Crystal turned to him, her eyebrows dipping in the middle.
"I'm just saying that, if she thinks she's ugly or something, she's
wrong," he said. "Everybody looks different, but everybody is
beautiful in some way."
"I agree," said Jeff. "But then, I'm biased."
"I don't want to ruin the fun," moaned Roberta.
"You're not ruining anything!" said Crystal. "Get that out of
your head. We don't all have to do the same things.
Just be yourself."
"I can't help but feel stupid," said Roberta. "I practically
threw you and Roger together," she said to Jane. "And I
completely lost my mind with Jeff. I should be able to do this!"
Both Crystal and Jane understood how a woman can want something ... but
not want it. To them, she was making perfect sense. The
men, on the other hand, were only seeing what they thought was the
constant fickle nature of women ... dithering about this and that, but
not DOING anything about it.
"Well make some kind of decision," said Jeff. "Whatever it is,
I'm fine with it, but it's beginning to get chilly, and that hot tub
will feel good."
Things have a way of working out. It doesn't always turn out the
way we think it will, even when decisions are made that steer something
in a particular direction. In this case, the women, feeling
pressured, decided that naked-in-the-hot-tub was not the intended
direction, and came to that decision, in no small part because of being
pressured by Jeff's statement.
For that reason, they went to various bedrooms in the house and
changed. As the six of them climbed into the tub, wearing swim
wear, the women felt less threatened, and more comfortable. The
fact that, once they were all ensconced in the tub, with the women
sitting on the men's laps - in that they did copy Tiffany and Chuck -
those women felt secure and, more or less, relaxed.
And for THAT reason, when the men began to play, the women didn't feel
threatened by that at all. The water was deep, and the people in
the tub were trusted friends. You couldn't even tell that Tiffany
and Lori were naked, except for the fact there were no straps on their
shoulders, and some fashions were like that anyway.
Jane, leaning back against Roger's chest, didn't mind when his hands
slid up under the cups of her recently- purchased yellow bikini, to
squeeze and mold her naked breasts under it.
Roberta, when Jeff's hands slid into the sides of her
recently-purchased one piece suit, and cupped the small breasts she was
so ashamed of, merely sighed, as he squeezed her long nipples.
Woody, who had leaned back against the side of the tub, pulled Crystal
between his knees, and gripped her thighs. Her butt wasn't on the
seat, and he slid his crotch forward, pulling her back, with his hands
under her arm pits, to support her, since she wasn't actually sitting
on anything. Her long legs reached to the middle of the tub, but
no one else’s were there, so she didn't mind. His
hands slid in the top of her bikini, and, like Jeff, he played with her
long, stiff nipples.
Chuck's hands, of course, roamed Tiffany's body at will. She
hadn't really minded when the others got in the tub with suits
on. She was happy, being with Chuck, in such a relaxed situation,
and she still appreciated that Lori, who was alone, was naked with her.
All the play ... or foreplay, if you prefer, did not prevent them from
chatting about things. That play wasn't serious foreplay
... it was just couples feeling free to touch, and be touched, in a
warm, intimate way, even though there were others present.
It was only natural that the conversation gravitated to the changes
each had experienced at this huge mistake, that had turned into
something much better than any of them might have dreamed.
Jane and Roger were telling the others about the conclusions they had
come to, and the decisions they were trying to make, when Bob
arrived. He had put two racks of beer in the fridge, along
with six bottles of wine and a huge plate of nibbling food. There
wasn't room for the five assorted six-packs of soda he'd chosen, but he
had plenty of ice, so they could ice their drinks as they
wished. He put buckets of chicken, and the hot side
orders to go with them, in the oven and turned it to
"warm". The cold sides he just left on the counter.
They were sealed, and would be all right for a few hours.
When he went looking for his guests, he found piles of clothing in the
two spare bedrooms. He couldn't remember who had been wearing
what, when they left the resort, but he found a set of male and female
clothes in one room, and two sets in the other room. He expected
to find Lori's clothes in the master bedroom, but there was nothing
there.
He found the group already in the hot tub. His quick glance at
two piles of clothes on the deck didn't register as anything odd,
because he assumed that someone had put on street clothes over swim
suits, to come here. He had just recognized the smaller,
third pile of cloth as Lori's new swim suit, when she stood up, her
arms wide.
"We're SKINNY DIPPING!" she yipped, excitedly. "It's FUN!" she
added, her voice excited. Her pale breasts were plain to
see, and every man present stared right at them.
Why Bob's gaze only went to Tiffany, whose shoulders were bare, would
be a good topic for which women men look at first, in a situation like
this. But, her shoulders were bare, and he didn't look at the
other women. This met his expectations, in many ways.
In past seminars, it wasn't unusual for two, or sometimes three
couples, to ... get together ... under circumstances like this.
He'd never invited them to his home before, but he'd heard stories from
the conference center staff about late-night hot tubbing, and naked
bodies. By this stage of the seminar, when passions had
been unleashed, and people were more open to experimentation ... well
... he just wasn't too surprised.
Which is why Bob felt completely justified in stripping naked, right there in front of all those other naked people.
Except that six of them weren't naked.
They were, however, still staring at Lori, who was still standing, arms
outstretched, and upward, as water ran off her body, and dripped from
her pink nipples. That's why none of them had time to say
anything to Bob before he was standing there, his penis hanging limply
between his legs, lying on a pair of balls that were now used to
manufacturing extra sperm, because Lori demanded a lot of it.
Now all the women stared at Bob.
"Oh my," sighed Jane, who was suddenly looking at a different older
man's penis, while the older man, whose penis she was now intimately
acquainted with, squeezed her breasts. She lifted her butt, and
slid her hand onto Roger's stiff one, and squeezed.
Bob, feeling young, vaulted over the rim of the tub, to splash water
everywhere, and then sat down where Lori had risen from. She
promptly sat on his lap and kissed him.
Jeff's right hand slid down, under Roberta's swim suit, across her
belly, and between legs that sprang open, her left one running into
Roger's leg, on the left, and Woody's leg, on the right. As
he slicked a finger into her pussy, she moaned, and arched her
back. Her chest broke the water, looking distinctly odd,
because her right breast looked normal, under the cloth of her suit,
while her left looked like the back of Jeff's hand.
Bob didn't see that, though, because his eyes were closed. Lori
was still kissing him, and reached through her legs to grasp his limp
penis, which she pulled and pressed against her naked pussy
lips. When she finally let him breathe, he sighed.
"Not here, darling," he murmured.
"OK," she sighed back, pressing his penis between her pussy lips even harder, and using it to rub her clitty.
Roger, inflamed by seeing that kiss, got a little wild with his own
hands, and Jane's yellow top flipped up above her breasts, leaving her
breasts bare. She wiggled on his boner, and laid her head back on
his shoulder.
"Not here, darling," she said, in exact imitation of Bob's voice.
"OK," husked Roger, sliding his right hand down, and inside her bikini
panty. Her legs popped open too, running into Roberta's left leg
and both of Lori's feet. Like Jeff had done to Roberta, he slid a
finger into her, and pulled, to crush her clit.
"Be nice," she moaned, her hips thrusting, despite her attempt to control them.
"I am being nice," he whispered in her ear, licking it.
Tiffany, seeing what was happening, lifted her buttocks enough to bare
her breasts, and, grabbing Chuck's penis, aimed it, and sat back down.
"That's better," she sighed, as it slid into her hot channel.
"Oh fuck!" grunted Chuck.
"Not here, Darling," said Tiffany, giggling.
"This is embarrassing," said Crystal, pulling away from Woody, whose
hands promptly dislodged her bikini top. She turned around, lying
out on her stomach, which put her feet in contact with Jane's left
foot, and Lori's feet. Then she pulled herself toward Woody, who
slid down even further. Crystal's naked breasts pressed into his
stomach, as she reached her head for a kiss.
"I can't watch them," she said, closing her eyes.
Woody kissed her hungrily, and tried to slide his hands into her bikini
bottoms, to grope her ass cheeks. He couldn't reach them, and
settled for sliding his hands along her back. When they ran into
her bra strap, he manipulated it open, and stroked her back, up and
down, in long strokes that were no longer inhibited by the slim piece
of cloth.
"You're being naughty," she breathed into his mouth.
"You bring out the naughty in me," he breathed back.
It might have stopped there, if Tiffany hadn't started bouncing, and if
Bob hadn't gotten hard so that Lori wanted to bounce like Tiffany was
doing. The waves Tiffany made washed across the tub in such a
way that it was impossible not to notice them. That, and the
noises she started making.
"I thought you said not here," groaned Chuck.
"Shut up," she moaned, her breasts rising and falling, right at the surface of the water.
When Lori turned, and straddled Bob, to begin bouncing herself, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Roberta, who had been so horrified at the thought of being naked with
all these people, suddenly found herself inflamed beyond reason.
She didn't feel threatened in any way, because the only man really
paying any attention to her was Jeff. When she realized that both
Tiffany and Lori were actually getting fucked, something snapped inside
her. She pulled away from Jeff, as his eyes opened wide in alarm,
and, pushing the straps of her suit off her shoulders, she pushed it
down, lifting her feet. Her hand came up with the mass of wet
cloth in it, and she tossed it over the rim of the tub.
Then she went to Jeff and reached for his trunks. When he raised
his hips reflexively, she pulled them down, dropped them over the edge
too, and straddled him, feeling for his long, hard erection. She
groaned in relief as it snaked up into her pussy.
Tiffany stood up suddenly, her breasts gleaming in the soft light, and
turned around. She straddled Chuck, one hand on his shoulder, and
the other between her legs. She sank down with a groan.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "Much better."
Chuck, no longer caring who was there, thrust his hips upward, driving her back out of the water clear to the crack of her butt.
Jane looked around, feeling Roger's stiff penis against her bottom, and
his hands on her breasts. She stood suddenly, her suit
riding on top of her breasts. "When in Rome," she said, reaching
behind her to unfasten the useless bra.
Roger was staring right at her, and, again, she felt a flood of warmth
as he looked at her, instead of any of the others. She bent
over to remove her bottoms, and saw him pushing his trunks
down. She draped her suit on the rim of the tub, and he
added his to hers.
"I'm just doing what Roberta's doing," she said, sinking down on
Roger's stiff prong. "I'm just trying to be supportive,"
she grinned.
"I'll support you, baby," he said, thrusting upward.
Crystal pulled her lips from Woody's feeling feet bumping into hers, as
the men all slumped to lie supine in the water, so the women could ride
them better.
"They're all doing it, aren't they?" she asked, gazing into Woody's eyes.
"Yup," he panted.
"I suppose you want to do it too," she whispered.
"Yup," he panted.
"You're terrible," she sighed. "Do you know that?"
"Yup," he panted, pulling her bikini bra off her right arm. She
pulled her left arm out and surged up to press her breasts against his
stomach again.
Her hands went to his suit. He didn't have to lift his butt,
because it was already off the seat. She felt his bone flop up
against her stomach. Then she stood, her naked upper torso
coming clear of the water. The waistband of her bottoms was an
inch or two above the surface of the roiling fluid.
"Oh, damn," groaned Roger, thrusting up into Jane. She turned her
head and saw Crystal, looking impossibly tall, like an Amazon warrior,
her thrusting breasts heaving, the nipples dripping water.
Woody reached to pull at Crystal's bottoms, and she stood, her feet a foot apart, as he dragged them down.
"Other men are looking at me, Woody," she said, leaning forward.
Her heavy breasts wobbled. "Do you like that?" she hissed.
"You're gorgeous," he choked, working at her bottoms. She put one
hand on his shoulder, and the other went between her legs.
She was trying to inflame him, but her weight, and the fact that he
wasn't really on the seat, simply pushed his head under the
water. She stood up again, as he surfaced,
spluttering. She laughed, and skinned her bottoms down,
stepping out of them and ignoring them as she straddled her lover.
Until that moment, none of the men would have said that, what amounted
to playing footsie with another man ... with four other men ... as
their feet met in the middle of the tub, would be sexy.
But, with hot pussy wrapped firmly around all five stiff pricks, and
luscious breasts pressed against their chests, all five men found the
situation hot in the extreme. Each of the other feet they
kept running into was attached to another man, who also had hot pussy
wrapped around his straining prick, and the touch they were feeling
seemed to be almost like sharing the other women.
In no time, the porch was literally overflowing with feminine moans and
soft cries of pleasure, accompanied by the deeper grunts of the men, as
orgasms began to ripple around the hot tub. Those orgasms were
like the touch of the men's feet, to the women.
Lori was first, and her high pitched squeal of delight, clearly
announcing that her pussy was spasming around Bob's impaling prick, set
Tiffany off. She whined and told Chuck how much she loved what
was happening, which got Jane where she wanted to be.
Roberta, feeling Jeff's hot spunk flooding her womb, tried as hard as
she could to keep her cries inside, but it didn't work, and her
coughing grunts of lust seared straight into Crystal's brain, as the
other "married woman" in the tub had an explosive orgasm.
"Your prick is naked," she moaned into Woody's ear. "You know what that means," she whined, her pussy spasming.
The grunts of the men sounded like some weird chorus of monks, making
strange sounds, in unison, if slightly off key, as pricks fountained
into women those men loved.
