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The next morning, I could hardly walk. When I awoke it was morning, and bright sunshine had replaced the moonlight. The windows were open, and a pleasant breeze was blowing throughout the house. I staggered out of bed, and headed for the kitchen. Somehow, we had forgotten all about food last night, and I was starving! My girls were out by the pool, slathered in coconut oil and glistening slick and shiny. They lay in the morning sun, side by side and head to toe, so that each could stroke the other’s pussy. My aching cock, worn out from last night’s exertions, and still half-asleep, nevertheless began to rise to the occasion. “Hey, he’s awake!” Allie said. Eve turned around and lowered her sunglasses to look at me. “Look at `de prow on dat schteemer!” she said, affecting a heavy Swedish accent and staring straight at my crotch. “Let’s climb aboard him!” Hey, that’s what guys say about girls. Yipe! It’s too early! I can’t do anything with my twang until I’ve been awake a few hours. Eve knows that. Both women got up of their lounges, picked up the bottles of coconut oil, and began to oil me up, from head to toe. Every little fold of skin, every armpit, crotch, and buttcrack was oiled and re-oiled, as both sets of hands explored. Now and again, one or the other or both girls would wiggle their butts or boobs against me, and Eve even straddled my thigh and began to ride me at one point. God, it made me feel so powerful! I love oil parties, and getting jacked when sloppy wet with oil is, well… By now, my pole was steel-hard again, and throbbing with the stimulation it was getting. First one, then the other would stroke me, and I would finger one or the other or both slits, butts, or tits. Was there no end to their unleashed nymphomania? Was this going to be the end of me? Whattawaytogo! Eve took me by the cock and dragged me over to a bench by the pool. Allie helped me lie down on my back, and I stretched out full length, my rock-hard cock flopping on my gut. Eve guided Allie to straddle me, and fitted Side escort my cock to her cunt. Wow, what a sight! Allie dropped on me in one stroke, and I slid into her like a liquid velvet glove. Up and down she rode, her tits flopping (when I wasn’t squeezing them). It felt great, but since `cocky’ was still asleep, all I could feel was the sliding, but I wasn’t getting the “spark,” if you know what I mean. Still, if Allie likes it, then I like it, and she clearly was liking it, judging by the grunting and moaning she was making. Good thing her house is sort of out in the middle of nowhere, or we’d have the cops on us in no time, thinking someone was getting tortured. Allie bent back and put her hands on my knees for support and rode to a great finish. The only other contact between us was my cock in her pussy, sliding in and out as she lowered and raised her sweet cunt on my rod. I figured she might have bought this bench for just this purpose, since she could stand on the ground and control her positioning. Gottagottagotta get one of these! I felt a towel on my cock, and Allie was wiping me clean. She then dropped her fine mouth on me and brought me back up to full hardness, slathered on another big handful of oil and jacked me a few times. She then returned the favor of positioning me for Eve. Eve chose to mount in the “reverse-cowgirl” again. Much as I love to see tits flopping when I ride, I love to grab ass too, and here we were, in a doggystyle setup for the third time running. I guess she just has to have a little extra stimulation, or maybe it’s because we’re on vacation and she’s trying out new things. Whatever. It was fascinating to see the muscles in her back bulge and flex as she rode, and I held her hips tight, her butt slamming against me and the impact shock wave reflecting back up through her butt muscles each time just got me hotter. Finally, I began to feel “the spark” begin to glow, and started to grunt with her rhythm. It seems to me that this primal manavgat escort bayan signal connects to the female’s instinctive urges and helps her climax higher. Eve began to cry out with that sound that women make either when they’re about to fall off a cliff or go over the edge of orgasm. That sound connected back to my instinctive urge, and I let go, my cock spasming into her, which set her off as well. She slammed me extra hard, and again and again, slowing her pace as she increased her force, then less…and less…and she finally rolled all the way downhill and stopped, my cock still deep insider her. Dizzily, I became aware that Allie had been watching us the entire time, a look of angelic happiness on her face. Gently, she began stroking the both of us, as one would stroke an excited child. I took her hand and kissed it, and held it to my heart. I could see Eve turn her head and smile, which was about all she could do at the moment, then I went limp and slid out of her. As Eve staggered away, Allie took me back in her mouth and sucked me clean. I’ve heard of that happening, but this is the first time anyone has ever done it to me. I stroked her hair and cheek as she drew on me. That was so sweet! And I’m so hungry! What does a guy have to do to get a little breakfast around here? All the rest of the day I dozed, worn completely out. My girls swam and sunned themselves when they weren’t torturing me with their bodies. I’d wake up and if they saw my eyes open they’d start wiggling or prancing around so their tits would jiggle, or they’d come over and bump their butts in my face, or pour on more oil and give me a tit massage. Help! I’d get them back a few times and finger-fuck their fine cunts. It’s a wonder they aren’t rubbed raw by now. Allie particularly liked to stroke me up and then ride over my cock with her ass, sliding my length up and down in her crack like a hot dog in her buns. But not too much! That was kind of the frustrating part. I needed to Escort alanya rest up and recharge my balls, but they just couldn’t keep off of me, or each other. I would drift in and out of sleep, and wake to see those two in a scissors, or fingering or eating each other, or embracing so that their breasts bulged together. Once, I even saw Allie doing Eve with a strap-on! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Eve had never allowed anything like that inside her. I’m gonna die here, you know that? Eventually, the sun began to get low in the sky, and it was time to go out and get some dinner. Showering was actually sort of a cut-and-dried affair this time, as the “no touch” rule was relaxed for sake of efficiency. Men of lesser caliber are always complaining about how long it takes for a woman to get ready. You will never, ever hear such a thing from me, for my woman, and Allie too, change from being just pretty girls into walking nuclear weapons when they crank themselves up. Allie was the first to appear, about an hour or so after we began cleaning up. She was slamming in a black satin pantsuit, and her short black hair was slicked down and gleaming, with spit curls before each ear. She had defined her cheekbones with a sort of caramel blush, her eyes were rimmed with kohl with a sort of catlike uptweek at the corners, and shaded with dark gray. Her lips were bright red, almost orange. The overall effect was very much like pictures I’ve seen of Josephine Baker. She finished the ensemble with black patent stiletto sandals, her toes and fingernails painted to match her lips. But it was Eve who made the windows rattle when she appeared. I had never before seen the outfit she was wearing, and brother, I know her wardrobe backwards and forwards. Normally, she shows all new clothes off to me before going out in them, but this time she sneaked one over on me. It was a slinky silver lamé dress, one shoulder bare, the other sleeved to a point over her lilylike hand, and held in place with a ring on her middle finger. It was cut to fit her figure, and the hem began high on her hip on the sleeve side, and plunged to the floor on the other. It even “trained” a little in back, and bless her, bare legs were not for her! She never did go in for that, which always made my heart stop, because I do so love a woman wearing hose.
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