When Sans turned off the road, I hoped that he and Marge wouldn't be surprised to see the bulge in my pants. By now, Anna's fingers were pretty close to it, and mine, closer to her pussy. Sans parked. As we got out of the car, I helped my cock move up. I didn't have to worry about what they might think. While Sans got the blanket from the trunk, Marge started to unbutton her blouse. Before he returned, both blouses were unbuttoned. We all smirked, nodding. Before we were under our tree, there was just a button or hook keeping pants and skirts from dropping.
While he spread the blanket, my shirt and the blouses slipped off. He stood back up, grinning, as he and I watched them unhook their bras, no tantalizing striptease. They just returned our grins as they revealed their breasts and aroused nipples. As we shuffled out of our shoes and sandals, skirts and pants dropped, followed by underpants. My cock dropped down with mine, but his was just as full, our "plums" almost fully exposed. We both jostled our balls to loosen our sacks from our thighs.
For a moment, we looked at each with slight smirks, chuckling as our eyes did what they shouldn't in the resort, dropping down to look at breasts and shaven pussies; his and mine, also at each other's cock.
"I'm still thirsty," he remarked. I had been carrying the two bottles and asked:
"Wine or water?"
"Water."
I stooped to pick up the bottle, and we all sat down on the blanket, very close, since we had forgotten to bring towels. I opened it and passed it to him. He drank and offered it around. We all drank in turn, and I screwed the lid back on the bottle. Another moment of silence. I looked at him and said:
"We're not going to do it again."
"Not now," he agreed with a smirk and wink.
"Hmm! We wouldn't have let you, ... now," Anna responded with a grin, putting her hand on my knee. Marge snorted and put hers on his knee and agreed:
"Not now, but if you want to again, that was almost as much fun to watch."
"Just 'almost'!" Anna replied with emphasis, her hand moving to my thigh.
When she glanced at my cock, I felt it move, just a reflex, nicer than if I had consciously made it move. Marge may have also noticed; she hummed and murmured:
"Not even 'just almost.' Lie down."
We had gotten passed being subtle about what we all knew we were going to do. Sans and I glanced at each other with smiles, rocking our heads about how we should lie down. We stretched out head to foot diagonally on the small blanket. They had to move to make space for us, Anna then straddling one of my legs. Marge was moving between his, about level with my head. They looked at each other, chuckling, and then at us, and then at the cock in front of them. Mine moved again, now almost about to rise.
As they leaned down, Anna's hand slid under my loose sack, playing with my balls for a moment. My cock lifted off them. She hummed, glancing up at me with a grin, and then her face disappeared, and her fingers raised it to her mouth. A kiss and lick over its little hole, and then her warm, moist lips were around my cock, the tip of her tongue finding where it was most sensitive, most deliciously sensitive!
My thigh drew up between hers; she rocked her hips down, her pussy pressing on my knee. She hummed, which felt good on my cock. "Mmmm!" She was sucking my cock deeper. Marge wiggled her hips, calling attention to her ass between his legs, level with my head. She couldn't expect him to do anything; I reached over and found her pussy with my fingers, moist pussy. She hummed emphatically with another wiggle of her hips. Her pussy felt good, more than just moist when my finger slipped in it with a wet noise, making her moan, as it held my fingers tighter. She liked that, moaning, but on as a prelude to something better. She moaned again and raised her head and demanded softly: "Fuck!"
She didn't wait for a response, raising her hips and beginning to move up over Sans. Anna was only a few moments behind her. Sans and I had to move apart to let them straddle our hips, and then their hands were guiding our cocks to their pussies. For a second or two, I could see his in her hand, see the purplish pink head of his cock being rubbed between her pussy lips, until it disappeared. If Sans was watching, he also saw my cock slip into Anna's pussy.
Four deep moans! We all had agreed why we liked oral sex so much, but a cock belongs in a cunt!
That word just slipped out in my thoughts - the alliteration.
"Finally, good!" Anna murmured, and then her tongue was trying to get in my mouth. It didn't have to try hard, nor mine, both of them wanting to caress and be sucked. My hands found her breasts. As I aroused her stiff nipples, we continued to kiss, until she retrieved her tongue and demanded softly: "Suck them!"
She moved up a little and presented one to my mouth. I did, delighting, liking that I could arouse her while our hips held still, that we could enjoy the anticipation. Well, her hips weren't entirely still, but that just increased the anticipation of how it would feel for my cock when we really started to fuck. She moaned and offered me her other nipple. How much anticipation could we stand, could my cock stand, feeling her pussy contract, making it twitch?
I moaned, and she moaned, and then moved back, my cock sliding deeper in her pussy, all the way, feeling it tighten closer down on my cock. "Um-hmmm!" she moaned, and her pussy clutched again.
Enough anticipation! Fuck! I drew my knees up and began to rock my hips. Sans' knees also drew up. I had forgotten about them and glanced over. Oh, his hand sliding down between her hips. Anna would want that too. She did, responding with a nod and emphatic moan.
Fucking is a reflex, a very natural reflex, our hips rocking, and the women's rocking. And for our fingers on or in their assholes, it was only a reflex to move them.
We all came. I hoped the others' orgasm were as good as mine, it sounded like it and seemed that they were. We all took several deep breaths with sighing moans. Anna's and my stomachs were rising and falling against each other, a very nice way to share our recovering from the exertion of our orgasms.
Marge sat up, and then Anna did. I fondled her breasts for a few moments, both of us grinning, and then sat up, like Sans was, and we kissed them. I remarked:
"Now I am thirsty, not just water, but also water."
The others nodded vigorously with smiles, and the women moved off us. I found the bottles, handing him the wine bottle and drinking from the water bottle. While I passed it to Anna, he opened the bottle with the wine, just a screw top. He and Marge drank from the water bottle, and then he raised the bottle of wine to Anna with a smirk and remarked:
"I hope you don't mind that we didn't have another picnic."
"Hmmmm! You know I don't; would have been just a waste of time."
We all snickered, nodding. He replied:
"Then, here's to you," and drank, handing her the bottle.
She grinned and drank and handed it to Marge, who remarked:
"As if we all didn't," and drank, handing the bottle to me.
"Um-hmm!" I agreed, holding the bottle up towards Anna with a grin, and then drank. Sans drank again, and then we all smiled wryly.
I wondered if the others were also a little surprised that we could all want so much sex, wondering if I had fucked my wife as often as I had Marge and Anna, certainly not two or three times a day, not even during our honeymoon. Okay, two or three times a day here, including oral sex, but we certainly hadn't done that very often, and never so good.
Sans snorted and took another sip of wine, passing the bottle to Anna again, and remarked:
"Never thought anything would be like this, that a man my age could ... enjoy himself so much."
"About what I was thinking," I agreed, accepting the bottle from Anna, gesturing with it in a silent toast to her and Marge and drinking. I handed it to her. She nodded with smile, looking at him, and said:
"I was about to say that you have been nicest thing that has happened for us, but, of course, that is not quite right." She smiled at me and Anna, continuing:
"Well, maybe, or we wouldn't be here."
Anna and I nodded, and she drank and handed the bottle on to Sans. He smiled and replied:
"But you, all of you are certainly being the nicest thing that has happened for me."
He raised the bottle, looking at each of us, and drank. When he offered it to Anna, she shook her head with a smile, then smirked and replied:
"It's been our pleasure, you can be sure."
