Mark's Perspective...
The alarm clock went off and I knew it was time to pull myself out of bed. When I got home last night, I barely had a moment to breathe before Tara attacked me. She was completely naked. She handed me a beer, dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick like she it was water and she was dying of thirst.
I'll never complain about the insatiable need of her libido, but to say she caught me off guard would be an understatement. I was still trying to catch up to her advances when she took me by the hand, threw me on the bed and rode me like there was no tomorrow. I don't know how many orgasms she had, but somehow or another she made me cum three times; twice in her amazingly wet pussy and once in her hungry mouth.
There was nothing to complain about, other than I had to drive Tara, Betty, Lenny and Greg. Kyle had to drop out at the last minute due to some commitment he had with his girlfriend's family. Lenny had been divorced for a few years now, and Greg was the consummate bachelor, always making sure to detail his latest conquest during the morning meetings.
I gently reached over and rubbed Tara's naked back. Her skin was so soft and the fact that I was already sporting a bit of morning wood didn't help the situation, but after last night I think we both needed some Gatorade and some caffeine. She mumbled something and I figured I'd get everything done and let her sleep a bit more, after all, she did work pretty hard last night.
I made some coffee and started packing the truck. I had to leave some room for God knows how much stuff the two girls were bringing, but I told the guys to pack light and focus mainly on fishing gear, alcohol and if they were interested some cigars and money to lose to me on poker night. There was some good natured shit talking, and it sounded like our Saturday night was planned.
The shower turned on, letting me know that Tara was finally up. Being the morning person in the relationship, I was already dressed, packed and ready to go. I was taking care of a few more things when Tara emerged from the shower. She sauntered over to me, naked and still dripping from the shower. She placed her gentle lips on mine and softly caressed my lips with hers.
"Mmmm...Any coffee for me?" Her eyes were still half closed.
"Right here." I handed her a large mug of coffee that was half vanilla creamer and she took a long sip. "You better go get dressed, the guys will be here soon, and if they see you walking around like that I can't promise I can hold them back." I smacked her ass as she turned around.
"I bet you'd like that; fucking me and then watching me fuck a bunch of guys..." She took a sip of her coffee." You, trying desperately to find a place to put your giant cock...sounds good to me." She gave me a quick wink as she kept walking towards the bedroom. Honestly the thought had occurred to me in many times during a masturbatory session in the shower. I wasn't into the idea of force or anything like that, but the primal, animalistic idea of sharing her willing, and wet body drove me nuts. Just the thought of me and two or three guys satisfying her ever need and their own carnal desires at the same time got me hard.
"If you're not dressed and ready to go in fifteen minutes, you're going to find out." I grinned as she wiggled her ass one last time and then disappeared into the bedroom. It's not like I haven't done my fair share of crazy shit before, but being one of a group of guys ravaging one woman was not one of them. In college I had tried desperately to get two of my close girl friends to hook up with me and each other, but that failed miserably.
"Hey babe, I'm going to head out to the car and wait for the guys. Tell Betty that we'll be by at about 7:15 or so to pick her up." With that I poured the rest of the mug of coffee into a traveler, grabbed a pile of cigars, tossed them in with two bottles of Scotch and went to the car.
Within a few minutes the guys started showing up. First Lenny showed up in an old pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt. He had a tube for his fishing rods, a small bag of clothes, and another bag for the vices, mostly bourbon I could guess as the sound of clinking bottles became louder as he got closer. Greg showed just a minute or so behind him, in a t shirt and jeans, Now Greg knew his cigars, so he brought us a box of Cubans and a bottle of hand imported rum that he had been raving about.
"Well boys, we're just waiting on Tara, and then we'll go pick up Betty." We all shook hands and packed the stuff in the truck bed. I loved starting a journey in the early morning; the way the cold dew hung in the air, like the world was standing still, waiting for you to start.
The trip wouldn't take us that long at this time. It would take us a little over two hours, and I had done the drive so many times I could basically do it with my eyes close. My parents had bought the "cabin" when I was a kid, and remodeled it every time they had a chance. Over the years they had put on additions, updated the living space added a hot tub out on the deck and of course installed a wet bar and pool table.
One of the best features of the place is of course the hot tub. Since the house is in a small grouping of houses just outside of town, the deck overlooks the small city in the distance. So at night, the stars come out, the whiskey flows and the view is perfect. Not that I was looking forward to spending time in a hot tub with other guys, but after the last few months, I just wanted to soak, smoke a stogie and let go.
"So, you guys are sure you don't mind Tara and Betty hitching a ride with us up there? They have reservations at one of the spas so they'll be doing their own thing." I took a sip of my coffee and studied their reactions. I tried to orchestrate this trip to secure the next step of my career, and adding the girls put in a variable I was expecting.
"Well, to be honest Mark..." Greg's tone was serious as his face reflected his words. "It depends what they look like. Does Tara have big tits? Do you think Betty will give me some road head on the way up? Are they into each other, and if so are you cool with us watching? These things all play into if we're ok with them coming up." Greg tried to look as serious as he could. We all had a good laugh, as I heard the door to our building open behind me.
Tara stepped out, rolling her new luggage. She was wearing one of her favorite shirts, which was a white Rolling Stone Lips logo shirt. The upper lips draped across the top of her tits, and the tongue of course always made me think about her taking that one last lick after I've cum in her mouth.
The tight jean shorts barely covered her ass, but could still pass for appropriate if she didn't bend over, sway her hips to hard, or move at all for that matter. From the way her tits bounced as she came down the last two steps, there was no way she was wearing a bra. From the lack of conversation, and the intense stares, the guys were hoping this was the infamous Tara.
"Hey guys, I'm sorry I took so long." She let the bag come to a rest and shook their hands. "Hi, I'm Tara." She greeted Greg and Lenny.
"Nice to eh....to meet you Tara." Lenny stumbled over his words as he managed to shake her hand.
"Hey, I'm Greg." The two shook hands.
"Could one of you guys help me put this in the truck?" She motioned to her bag. The guys almost fought over lifting it into the truck bed.
"Again, I'm so sorry that I'm tagging along with you. I love car trips, and they're always so much more fun with guys than with just girls." Lenny hoisted the bag into the truck bed.
