... best if you read the serie from first chapter ...
Kristina helped me and Marcella up and off that 'stage' - or oversized ottoman or whatever we call that round 10 foot bed we just had fabulous sex on. She made sure to rub herself on us as closely as possible. Her breasts slithered over Marcella's perky tits, their belly and pubic bones mashing ever so sensually together. They kissed passionately and I heard Kristina say, "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." Marcella's sweat and the streaks of spunk on her naked body definitely told a big part of the story. She reached over to me and brought me into a three way, full-body hug. My face and torso were covered with glitter, birthday cake and so much cum, it was dripping down my cheeks. My already hardening cock was pressing seductively between these two insatiable beauties. Kristina's hand was moving over my butt cheek until her fingers found my anus. "Oh my! I feel Paul's cream coming out. You little birthday slut!" I felt it too.
We all needed a shower. Badly.
I turned around and reached out to help Paul get up as well. We all had stupid, ecstasy fueled, grins across our faces knowing how salacious of a show we just gave to our friends.
As we stood naked in front of all our friends, we saw just how much of a debauchery we had launched.
"Where's your hubby?" I asked Kristina, knowing they definitely participated in this sexual birthday celebration.
"Yeah, he was led by Carlo to the showers not long ago," raising an eyebrow.
I leaped towards the glass doors pulling Marcella and Kristina with me. "Let's go, I'm so curious..." Paul, Luc and several others followed.
As the leader of the pack, I approached the outdoor showers, I turned around, put my index finger to my mouth asking everyone to be quiet. We were so silly and still rolling on X. We acted like 19-year olds. Snickering, but trying to catch Pete in a new experience. We tiptoed closer, hearing the water run.
You should have seen us all. 8 or so naked bodies, one behind the other, lined up like an FBI raid, inching closer to find out what was happening in the shower with Pete, a guy who, just one week ago, was so uptight and so straight, he called his wife all kinds of names for fucking an old friend.
As I turned the corner, I saw Pete sitting under one of the sunflower showers on the bench - you know, the one, I was laying on when Mike plowed me last week - and...
holy shit! - Marco was feeding Pete his banana!!! What the fuck. Mister hetero was totally sucking Carlo, and absolutely loving it. He even was jacking himself off!!
I mean, good for him! Right?
Kristina, behind me, saw this and darted faster than a hyenas toward her husband. She threw herself on her husband's lap and joined him by licking Carlo's balls.
What kind of ecstasy did Jay feed us - there was just no letting down!!
I pulled Marcella, Paul and Luc into the showers and turned on every single faucet I found. Water was raining down on us, spraying sideways, in our faces, all over our tingling skin; we were in an erotic monsoon, hopping, splashing and full of sexual energy. Rubbing soap on each other, gliding hands over beautiful bodies, laughing, touching, grinding.
I went over to Luc and had an impromptu sword fight. We looked down at our hard dicks clanking together while holding each other's shoulders. "Just like after a match," Luc laughed.
Marcella was in a soapy sandwich between Paul and Jay making sure EVERYTHING got REALLY clean. Beautiful Neomi was mashed up against the tiled wall by Mike rubbing their lushes genitals with soapy hands.
"Ahh, Peeete, see... ing y you suck cock ... oh fuck," Kristina moaned riding her husband to her delirium. Carlo, too, was spasming. He pulled out of Pete's mouth, and fisted his banana in their direction. Ropes of cum hit their faces. Pete got a mouth full and rode out his orgasm while kissing his wife. Watching them made us even hornier, but, we wanted to stay in this beautiful high a bit longer before another orgasm would ebb our flirtatious excitement.
So, having thorouly been cleaned, we stopped the water and dried off. Kristina, Paul, Pete and Jay decided to get into the hot tub.
"Let's take a little break," Marcella suggested and lead Luc and I to the cozy blankets in the grass.
I sat down leaning back on my hands and invited Marcella to sit in front of me. The warm summer air on my naked body felt incredible. Marcella felt incredible. I always loved feeling her weight pressing down on my pubic bone with my dick, just at half mast now, slightly touching the small of her back.
Her head on my shoulder, her back on my chest, and just enjoying an intimate moment looking up in the star studded night sky. The moonlight was giving me the most erotic view down Marcella's perfect breasts with those hard, brown nipples, her smooth stomach and the hairless mount above her snatch.
Luc laid perpendicular to us with his head on Marcella's hip looking dreamily up at us. We looked down at him smiling, Marcella caressing his curly blond hair.
"You know, Luc, you are a beautiful man, inside and out. I so understand, how Mark fell for you when you were young."
It was true. Looking at him. His sparkling blue eyes, his soft, tanned skin, his high cheekbones. His muscular shoulders with the delicate Adam's apple. His chest, the cute nipples that so long ago triggered our sexual awakening. I felt an emotional rush mixed with sexual yearning when I looked down and saw his not-so-flaccid dick laying across his left hip. Everything was still so familiar, edged into my memory so long ago.
We were inseparable back then. On and off the pitch. We were a fearsome duo. He was the fierce center forward to my flying left wing. But so caring, warm and gentle any other time.
"Luc...," I started, "I'm so so sorry I was such a dick to you on my 19th. birthday. And I can't find an excuse for the way I treated you after. It still aches my heart to think how different things could have been." Maybe it was the X, but I really felt a pang in my heart.
With a warm smile in his eyes, he rubbed my knee and shushed me. "We were young, Mark, and so innocent. I saw you hurting and trying to figure out the world. You were getting ready to head to the states and I back to Geneva. It hurt both of us, but I knew, deep down, we will always be 'Les meilleurs amies du monde'."