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As her massage moved lower down my body, Tracy scooted herself back, and I felt the hot, gushing wetness of her cunt lips as they brushed across my lower back, over the curve of my ass, and finally came to a stop resting on my leg. The full, healthy buttocks in my hands were every bit as smooth and curvy as the rest of Tracy’s body, and I absolutely loved the way she moaned as my fingers pressed against her skin and kneaded the tension from those sore muscles. My limp body gave a final jolt as Connor withdrew his fingers from me, and off to the side I watched in amusement as Shane knelt down beside Tracy and gently caressed her shuddering, post-orgasmic body.
Despite the late hour, nobody wanted to sleep (though the prospect of simultaneously sharing a bed with Corrine, Elizabeth, and Amy wasn’t exactly an unwelcome prospect for me), and we all decided to celebrate our friend’s return by getting back in the hot tub. As Amy writhed against my mouth, Liz and Corrine took up position behind me—massaging my back and shoulders with kisses while their wet, naked breasts occasionally bumped up against me, buoyant in the water. For fun, Amy picked up the half-empty bottle of pink champagne from the side of the hot tub and poured it seductively onto her chest, where the sweet beverage ran in rivulets over the curves of her big, perky breasts, across the muscles of her toned midriff, and down into the delightful folds of flesh between her legs.
You’ve got a cute face and, like, really amazing eyes, but girls want a guy who takes care of himself. Despite being beautiful enough to merit a statue in the Parthenon, Elizabeth’s quiet, good-girl nature caused her to often be overlooked by guys more interested in outgoing easy types like Talia or Amy. This lack of attention gave Elizabeth the ridiculous notion that she was “the ugly one” in the group, something that drove me insane. When one of the girls actually liked a guy, I’d always get out of their way, but my unilateral refusal to aid and abet utter douche bags didn’t make me any friends.
For all the years I’d known Ria and Tracy, neither of them had ever shown an interest in other women that went beyond a sigh of, “Wow, she’s soooo pretty.” Tracy and Ria took turns fellating the guy’s pointy orange phallus, and then for an encore they both went down on him at once—teasingly licking and kissing in tandem up and down his shaft while they moaned orgasmically about how delicious he was. Soon as our kiss ended, Shane looked me in the eye and whispered, “As long as the girl you’re with is Tracy, I’m gonna go ahead and say no, it doesn’t count as cheating.”
As Claire went to cut us all a second slice, Tami casually turned to Sonya and me and asked, “So, what was all that about a ‘Waiting Game?’ Sonya was gonna say something but you stopped her, Michael!” Seconds later, Sonya and Claire were both moaning at the ceiling, gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles as Tami and I licked the cake from between their legs. I let out an “Mmm,” of approval, and watched, elated, as Tami continued to kiss her way down my body: past my stomach, sliding her wet tongue through the soft tuft of my pubic hair, finally coming to a stop with the side of my cock laying against her cheek.
Ria looked over at me and called out, "Okay Shane, now it’s your turn to tell us how much you enjoyed your night with Tracy. Obviously, Connor had been planning on making fun of how ridiculous I looked wearing Tracy's pink shirt, but the atmosphere in the room had turned so erotic that no one even thought to laugh. I felt slender fingers stroking along the underside of my shaft as Ria reached a hand up between Tracy's legs--exploring the point where I was disappearing into her best friend's cunt. Tracy's urgent whispers turned to urgent moans as Ria's tongue made contact, lapping away like a ravenous kitten.
Naked as the day we were born, I took a moment to drink in every detail of Elizabeth’s incredibly sexy body, from the wine-dark nipples on her succulent breasts, to the delicately trimmed curls of hair between her legs, to the way her bright green eyes gazed longingly at my own body… Apparently, while they were out shopping for their prom dresses together, Liz, Talia, Corrine, Amy, and Stephanie had all splurged and bought themselves something sexy to wear for us when they got back to the hotel. I tried to stay focused on what I was doing, but there were way too many distractions: Talia licking my nipple, Amy groping my ass, Stephanie kissing my throat while I juggled her massive tits, my balls smacking against Corrine’s pussy while she passionately Frenched my girlfriend—
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Amy hopped out of bed and slid those tight little cotton shorts down off her hips, revealing her unbelievable naked butt to me for the first time. Every girl has a part of her body she thinks is ugly, even supermodels, and world-class beauty Elizabeth didn’t like people looking at her sensual, Botticelli hips. Amy looked back over her shoulder, watching along with the rest of us as Corrine and Talia tasted each other’s lips for the first time. I had come a few hours ago, sure, but between a full day of staring at the girls in their suits, Steph and Elizabeth’s sexy bra swap, Corrine and Amy’s vivid sex stories, and the fresh memory of Corrine’s glorious breasts, I was still in desperate need of relief.
I flashed back to a few hours earlier, when Talia had teased me by pulling at her own beautiful naked breasts as she came, and suddenly I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than to throw my exotic friend to the ground and fuck her unconscious right in front of everyone. I don’t know what prompted the change in Liz, be it the alcohol, or the ego boost of being selected by Rachel as the hottest girl in the group, but damn if a bit of self-assurance didn’t look good on that girl. “Yeah,” Steph went on, “You liked the way those big tits of hers looked in that tiny little shirt, didn’t you?”
The rest of the week creaked by in pretty much the same miserable way, with Claire and Tami refusing to talk to me, and Sonya refusing to answer her phone or return any of my emails. There’s no going back from an ‘I love you.’ But look at what’s happening to you—This is tearing you up on the inside, and it’s only gonna get worse.” “I don’t know, I just—all week I’ve had this image in my head of you with that other girl, and as much as I hate to say it, it’s been making me really horny! I swear I never meant to lead you on, it’s just—I wasn’t expecting you to look the way you did when you walked out in those ‘pajamas.’ Sorry, I’m making excuses again.”
Feeling like I was getting distracted (though who could blame me?), I made a conscious decision to re-focus all my attention on pleasuring Amy. I tuned out the rest of the room as best I could, kissing and tonguing her hot, delicious pussy. Behind me, I heard Liz whisper, “Let’s get on the sofa, I want Ian to see.” Talia let her fingers slip out of my wife’s pussy, and the two of them hurriedly repositioned themselves on the couch, right smack dab in the middle of my field of vision. “Although,” Corrine said, reluctantly pulling Liz’s vibrating hand out from between her legs, “It does look like you’re in need of another blindfold.”
No longer at peace, more like an animal in heat, Elizabeth kissed me back passionately, Frenching me with wild abandon just as she had on Valentine’s Day. She grabbed my hands and crushed them to her tits, her whole body shaking with desire. “It wasn’t as weird as I thought it might be,” Steph whispered, “I wouldn’t want to do that to any other girl, but you and I are so close, it’s almost like I’m just touching myself.” I throbbed in anticipation as Elizabeth placed her own hands on her disproportionately enormous breasts, slowly pulled apart her epic cleavage, teasingly positioned my iron rod between those big, soft, wet titties, then, at long last, lovingly squeezed them together.