A Slutty Surf Instructor Plays With The Marine And The Judge

If you remember our Slutty butler Jaan from the cruise we took to Alaska over a year ago, well he was our last play date in Hawaii this past December trip. We had some FUN with him the prior year, Christmas of 2016, when we were in Hawaii, where he'd relocated to after leaving the cruise line. He'd became - or went back to being - a surf instructor. The wanton bitch had diligently kept in touch in hopes of more. Jaan was the one who hooked us up with the men’s naked yoga group in Honolulu this last trip, and that provided fun and relaxation of a superior nature. Jaan goes to the Saturday morning sessions – his surfing pupils and the tides apparently prevented him from the twice weekly afternoon sessions.

Our original plan was to steal time after the naked yoga class the Saturday before Christmas, fuck him senseless and to leave him SORE when he couldn’t take anymore.

The naked men’s yoga group was having an unscheduled session Friday, probably because of the approaching holiday Monday. Our parents, who’d arrived at the beginning of the week, and my oldest brother and his husband, had decided to go into Waikiki that Friday to do some last minute Christmas shopping. There are few activities I can think of that are less appealing than shopping – I know, I’ll surrender my gay card! Our  nephew and ward, seeing the opportunity for both real and surrogate grandparents to buy him many extravagant things, was right in the mix, eager to hit the expensive shopping spots.

Finding ourselves suddenly with a good part of Friday on our hands – my mother patting both Jimmy’s and my cheeks and telling us she was sure we wouldn’t mind having the time alone . . . with an awkward, knowing wink – we made the choice to both join the unscheduled men’s naked yoga and to advance our play date with the surfbitch. We called the naughty butler, who eagerly agreed to a hookup after the morning yoga and before his later afternoon surf lessons.

The decision to hookup with Jaan had come after some debate, during a moment of our one on one play. At a moment that my brain was functioning despite the attention my cock was receiving, I said to myself - Myself, you know what would be perfect right now, while I’m laying back and Jimmy is on all fours between my legs with his oh so fuckable bubble butt in the air? Yup, Myself, you guessed it - a big, blonde South African stud ramming his Southern Hemisphere horsecock into my husband’s very fuckable cunt. Since me and Myself agreed, without elaboration I’d told Jimmy - without reviving the debate or giving him any context - “Let’s go for it with Jaan after Saturday’s yoga.” We’d called Jaan earlier that week, and not surprisingly the slut was amenable, thus the plan was set in motion. The precipitous call Friday morning was met with even more enthusiasm from the dirty bitch.

Jaan’s apartment was surprisingly nice, up high in a building with a doorman and concierge, with a beautiful view of Waikiki beach and expensive furnishings.  I immediately suspected the surfing instructor has a sugardaddy or is doing something I don’t want to know about to afford it. I went with sugardaddy for the sake of my peace of mind and enhanced nastiness . . . the latter of which was not necessary at all.

We were ON eachother in a pileup the moment we were inside his unit’s door. Jaan was all into both our stinking pits and licking our necks and devouring all our sweat he could get his tongue on. Clothes got tossed - we’d only minutes before put them back on! - cocks were hard and dripping, two asses were wet and begging, and were were in a lickfest for a while there. Finally I said, “You’re going to fuck Jimmy doggystyle while he sucks my raging cock.” And I was RAGING!

Jaan started to say, “I wan—“ and I just STOPPED him.

“You’re still the nasty little perv butler we caught rubbing himself while his face was in our sweaty, stinking jock straps!” Jimmy was already ON my cock where I’d laid back on this big sectional sofa we were sliming with our sweat, saliva and precum, so he was ready. “Now do as you’re told and FUCK my husband. And it better be so good that his blowjob is the best ever, or you’ll suffer the consequences!”

We’d already gotten the med status out of the way hurriedly upon arrival. (Jaan was more prepared than we - printout of results from a test from last Monday and showed us his Truvada bottle! He also told us with some embarrassment that he hadn’t had sex with anyone else for nearly 4 weeks because he was “too busy”. More on that later, but seriously WTF?!?!)

Jimmy was giving me a world-class suckjob and working my nuts so rough in the way he knows he can make me cum the fastest. I can control it no problem, but when the big, South African loudly ate his ass more and went in with only spit to lube him, and when Jimmy moaned around my cock and his beautiful eyes - locked with mine - rolled out of his control, well, it took some extra measures not to blow my wad right then.

I knew from the determination in Jimmy’s eyes and from the exclamations from the naughty bitch fucking him that he was using every trick in his fabulous cuntmuscles to get Jaan to lose it. AND, talented husband that he is, I was FIGHTING to control myself at the same time. It was so fucking hot - hotter than or at least as hot as my fantasy which inspired this whole thing the other day.

Jaan was begging to stop, to let him “cool down a little”, but I ordered him to - “KEEP FUCKING MY HUSBAND!” He finally lost it in a howling, screeching string of part English and part Afrikaans, and it seemed like he pumped into Jimmy’s ass forever. He finally was squealing like the little pig he is, and begging, and I knew exactly what his spent, sensitive head was feeling as he writhed and spasmed before Jimmy let loose his cuntclench.

“Now get your slutty cunt on my cock, bitch!” Jimmy and he almost collided trying to get on my cock. “The BITCH,” I told Jimmy. “YOU get that sloppy cunt over HERE. I’m hungry!” I told him, licking my lips and boring my eyes into his.

Jaan, now unhindered other than his brain still muddled from Jimmy’s very epic cock-milking, DOVE onto my spit slobbered hardon and did his best, while Jimmy sat on my face and rode my face and moaned gleefully, as he is wont to do, and I feasted on Jaan’s spunkload - which I’ll say was copious. When I’d had enough of Jaan’s less than stellar blowjob, I tore myself away from Jimmy’s fantastic fuckhole and ordered him to ride my cock.

Jaan complied eagerly to position but then was taking his time and crying out trying to get it in his other hole as ineptly as he had been trying to get it in his mouth. I finally grabbed his hips and SHOVED him down onto me full length.

He screamed, and I told him to shut the fuck up and take it like the slutbitch he is. Jimmy BLEW at that point - he was facing Jaan and had to grab onto him to keep from toppling off me he came so hard.  I heard the splats of Jimmy’s cum over Jaan’s cries - that’s how hard he came.

Jimmy had blown his huge wad all over Jaan when I shoved Jaan down fully onto my cock.  I was still munching Jim’s delicious, spasming cunthole, enjoying more of Jaan’s load draining and being pushed out along with Jimmy’s savory buttsweat and his cunt’s own unique taste and aroma.  I grabbed a firm hold on Jaan’s hips and began fucking up into his tightly stretched bitchhole.  I can’t say he rode my cock - but he howled and carried on while I held his hips and waist and slammed up into him as hard as I could. “STOP your fucking whining and take it, BITCH!” I barked at him and ordered Jimmy to smack him hard across the face, which he did. It didn’t stop the protests and exclamations. I was wondering how soundproof his apartment was!  

Jimmy had said he had to piss on the way up in the elevator, and after cumming, he usually can piss if he wants, sometimes needs to, so a new plan emerged. “Open your fucking mouth and get it around my husband’s cock NOW, bitch!” I ordered him. To Jimmy: “Get on your feet and gag that bitch with your pissload to shut him the fuck up!” I growled, with some even more brutal slams up into the slut’s cunt, my hands digging into him so tight I knew he’d be marked. “Spill one fucking drop of my husband’s precious pissload on me, and I swear I’ll stop, and we’ll leave!”

Around Jim’s cock I heard the bitch’s gags and slurps, and I could see my husband holding his neck as he forced his ten inches farther in. “RELAX YOUR FUCKING THROAT!” Jimmy ordered. “You want us to pull out and leave you like this?” Jaan’s wide-eyed look and attempted head-shake – impaired for the huge pole in his mouth – confirmed he wanted us to use him to completion.

I felt Jaan’s body change, and his cuntring’s grip on my pistoning horsecock was slightly relaxed. At the same moment I saw Jimmy force forward, heard Jaan’s stifled cry and I knew my husband’s cock had cleared the bitch’s throat.

I could feel Jimmy unleashing his piss while I still ate his savory cunt - his own cuntring first relaxed as I heard the bitch glugging the gusher down, then later - much later - his cuntring tightened several times around my tongue as he pushed out the last of his golden stream. Jimmy pulled out, and I saw a few last spurts as he held the slut’s mouth open and his huge helmet head sprayed them in.

“SO fookn good,” the slut moaned in his South African accent, when it was clear Jim was dry.

I slapped his ass hard enough to get a loud yelp and slammed up into him harder, getting another cry. “Better than my cock, you ungrateful cunt?”

“NO!” He quickly shouted.

“No WHAT?” I growled and dig deeper into his depths and got a protracted moan before the answer.

“No, SIR! I loave it, Sir!”

I smacked his ass harder and slammed brutally up into him. “SirS,” I emphasized. But I was enjoying his accented affirmations of compliance enough that I was almost grinning.

“Of . . . course . . . Sirs . . . sorry, sirsssssss aaaaaaa!” he got out amid gasps and grunts and cries, the last unmistakeable.

His ass clenched, and his body went taut, and just as Jim SMACKED his face and reproached him with, “We did NOT give you permission to cum again,” Jaan’s cry got loud and long, as his body writhed involuntarily and expelled. I could feel every blast he pumped out from the inside as he brokenly tried to apologize, all the while it splattered off both Jimmy and me and everywhere.  

“Do you think this little cock slut is worthy of my load, husband?” I asked, suddenly very close.

Jimmy went off script and said very forcefully, “NO! Give it to me!” and SHOVED Jaan off me and off the sofa clear onto the floor - nearly ripping off my hardon in the process - before he vaulted onto me with the precision of an Olympic gymnast. He shoved down HARD, groaning but pushing harder, until he had me all in.

The pain of the near cockectomy slowed me down enough that Jimmy got himself in full control of my cock. He undulated and milked me with his muscles, holding my gaze, grinning. I was completely within his control, my hips thrusting of their own volition, responding in synch to his cuntwork.

I suddenly felt a tongue on my nuts and then lapping my shaft and knew that the cockwhore had shoved his head between my widely spread legs and was licking my cock and nuts and Jim’s cunt as he worked out the last of my resistance with my husband. Jimmy and I both groaned in pleasure - still eyelocked - but even we both together were not louder than the bitch’s loud moans.

Very softly, at exactly the last moment I could hold back - almost as if he wanted it to only be heard by us and not Jaan - Jimmy’s smile broadened and lit up the room when he urgently but softly said, “Now, Billy. Please!”

The explosion that ripped through me from my nuts outward was nuclear force, and my blasts up into him wracked me with every burst. I felt what seemed like a liter of my burning, thick spunk blast through the length of me and then coat me from the outside as it filled his tight cuntchute. Searing hot and perfect – it was more a second climax than the relief of release from the first, and my head was spinning.

I gradually became aware of more of my surroundings and Jimmy’s magnificent eyes gazing down in satisfaction. He came down for a long kiss, with me gasping to get my breath. And we both grinned as our faces were pressed together as we heard - and felt - frenzied lapping and sucking at the point of our connection . . . and many loud moans and exclamations half in and half out of English.

My husband was rock hard, and I knew he’d controlled his position to keep from cumming right then to maintain focus on me. That was confirmed when he started slowly grinding again on top of and around me, getting his rhythm, finally throwing his head back in a long moan of pleasure.

That was my cue - and the tonguebitch’s to withdraw - because I began to drill him . . . HARD, right where I know it sends him to outerspace as his nuts blast. This time I demanded his eyes, holding gazes, wordlessly other than a silently mouthed “You’re the best” as I worked him, and he worked with me as his face contorted, hurtling to the edge.

It was just us - we didn’t even remember our bitch even existed or that we were in his apartment or that we were anywhere but connected to each other.  

When I was near cumming again - and wanted this to be only about him - I hit him where and with the rhythm it takes, and his godlike body tensed and then shattered along with the silent scream that went to a long moan as I felt him explode and pump through . . . and then felt him splatter me with his essence. I grinned and laughed as his face contorted with his body and, finally, as he laughed with me as I used my tongue to its greatest stretch to get as much of his spooge off my face as possible and licked at my biceps and forearms.

As Jimmy collapsed down onto me in a panting kiss – fair play, my husband! - our moment was interrupted by a loud cry and movement, and the forgotten bitch was jacking another load all over both of us.

When he was done I reached over and grabbed his sac TIGHT - getting a scream - and looked up at him and told him, “You didn’t ask permission. To jack off. Or to cum. OR to soil us with your slutseed. You WILL suffer the consequences now!” I barked. I also gave his nuts a yank that brought him to his knees against the sofa, whimpering and apologizing.

“Actions have consequence,” my husband agreed, smacking him hard enough to startle him, and I followed it with a ruthless smack to his ass which reverberated in the room.

And the dirty bitch’s dick, which had been softening after he unloaded, was rock hard again just like that.

I had Jaan by the nuts, and Jim deliberately shoved him back, causing him to yelp when I held his nuts firm for a few seconds until I released my grip at the moment his yelp was turning to a loud yowl. He fell backward and into a sprawl on the floor, his hands going to his groin. Jimmy ordered, “On your knees to beg forgiveness, you worthless cunt!” again taking my breath away as his deep voice boomed and his beautiful ice-blue eyes blazed.

The bitch’s hardon twitched, and a glob of pre plopped out onto his thigh

When he got to his knees there beside us, “Sssssoooo ssssooorrrryyyy, SSSSSSIRRRRSSSS,” He drew out the apology, accenting the “sirs” and delivering it with a lascivious smirk. “I await my punishent.”

“Our cockwhore slutbitch awaits his punishment,” I barked.

“I am your cokewhore slootbeach, sirs,” He parroted and continued -

“And I avait punishment . . . with hope and anticipation,” the last said with fire of true anticipation of things to CUM juxtaposed against his smirking face.

Jim sat up straighter at that point, and I realized I was still, admirably, rock hard inside him. “Should we punish him by making him watch us without being able join in or touch himself?” I asked my husband, whose cock I noticed was as hard as mine, and which I had an immediate craving for.

I reached out and stroked Jimmy’s long, thick length, enjoying the slide of his foreskin and the faint cracking of the cum that had started to dry on it and on his magnificent snakehead. I was looking directly at the defiant bitch, warning him with my eyes to keep still.

Jimmy, again, went off script, though. He gave me a playful swipe with his hand and started to raise himself the long distance of my fuckpole raging inside him, but he went all the way, and with a grunt on his part and an audible, sloppy POP as my cockhead suddenly felt the cool breeze from the open balcony doors, he told me - “First we really punish him!”

I was watching the big, built bitch and his eyes were wide, as a dollop or two of my cumload plopped from Jimmy’s freshly filled cunt onto my waving cock and gooey crotch. He exclaimed something unintelligible and, looking to Jim, asked, “How you can do that - close yourself tight like that after such a big cock” delightfully pronounced as coke, “has been in you and spread you so open?”

“SIR!” I snarled, and I reached over and SMACKED the dirty bitch’s drooling cock HARD to maintain the moment, but not knowing where Jim was taking us.

“SIR!” he yelped, doubling over, inadvertently demonstrating the rest of his point, as his still-gaping cunt was offered for view. “I am very open still, SIRS,” he continued, throwing me a momentary glance when he accented the word of respect, “And I vould like to learn your vay to do that!”

I laughed at that despite my cock’s vote that the best punishment would be to STRETCH that Southern Hemisphere cunt anew and to make him squeal and scream even more. But I also saw Jimmy’s back straighten, as he sat back on his haunches, and a look of pride that he rarely has any other time than when he knows he’s given me the fuck of a lifetime. That made me suddenly wish we were alone somewhere for a week or two, with nothing but each other, no clothes but some magical way for food and water to appear amid our torrid, continuing, sex marathon.  

My very hardon-reinforcing fantasy was interrupted by Jim’s words. I had to struggle to process the ones I’d heard as my mind wandered, and that struggle was challenged further by him doing a quick bow and suck and tongueswipe all over my cockhead to catch copious precum drooling into the goo left over from my precious incursion and his messy withdrawal.

“ . . . Mmmmm, a fine COCKtail,” he smirked at me, delivering the pun with full emphasis as I would likely do, “Of surfer slutseed and triple A prime studseed!” he said, smacking his lips and then pulling me to my feet and against him and into a quick kiss. After the kiss he quickly laid out his plan for our punishment-worthy bitch, but I could only get that he was saying something.

My spinning head ran back his words, and the most I could get was something about spanking the cocky defiance out of the bitch. Okay, I’d go with that.

“Get your slut ass up NOW!” I barked at Jaan. “And before you present your slutty butt for our delivery of discipline, get me a belt of yours and a spatula. AND DO IT NOW, WITHOUT DELAY!”

He bolted, running from the room and returning with a surprisingly thick, wide leather belt, which he presented with both arms outstretched and his head bowed. “Ees thees satisfactory, sirs?” he asked with sincere-sounding deference.  

My husband and I were back on the same page and focused again. “Looks like this bitch wants something to remember us by,” he observed.

“Leave this, whore, but go and get me your thinnest belt, something nearest to a lash,” I ordered him. “When he looked up in hesitation, I bellowed, “NOW! DO IT!” and up he sprang and off he ran.

Quickly returning with a bright plum colored belt that was no more than 3/4” wide and had a familiar Ferragamo buckle, he again presented it deferentially. “EEs thees to my sirs’ liking?” he asked, again deferentially.

But Jimmy smacked him HARD across his face. “Do NOT presume we are YOUR anythings. You’re OUR bitch, nothing more!” he swiftly reminded him.

And, yes, we had ourselves a pain pig, confirmed by the look of pure bliss when he put his hand on the red mark on his face where Jimmy had struck him with his huge hand, and the bitch’s cock drooled more. “You can enjoy the sting of our punishment later. Now get me a spatula, as you were ordered to do.”

His eyes snapped up at me momentarily with confusion before he looked down again. “I am sorry, sir. Spatula? Vhat ees thees?”

I had noticed a barbecue grill on the spacious balcony before, so I was relatively certain he had one, despite none visible. “A long, wide - DON’T get your hopes up! - thin metal cooking implement used to flip food over, usually has holes in it, which is a plus for what we’re going to use it for.”

He was already on his way around into the kitchen on the other side of the long counter he was about to be paddled on. I heard a cupboard door open and the sound of hanging things jostling, then the door shutting hard and him scurrying back around, his cock still hard and waving and his pre splattering off it in drips and drops as it bobbed frenetically with his hurried movements.

Meanwhile I had doubled over the smaller belt and had been snapping it. As he reapproached, I saw him react to each snap, and I made the last one crack to where it almost echoed under the tall ceilings and vast living room. The bitch’s balls were tightening just from the anticipation, and a sweat was breaking on his forehead. This was going to be fun!

Presented again deferentially, he asked - “Is thees vhat you requested, sir? Is this vhat ees called a spatula, sirs?” he asked.

I smacked the gleaming stainless steel spatula HARD against my palm, feeling a powerful sting and seeing the brief impression of the dime sized holes in the 4 x 10 surface left on my skin. “This is a spatula. Thus concludes your language lesson. Now begins your lesson in obedience and respect! ASSUME THE POSITION THERE!” I barked, pointing to the counter.

“Ve call thees a SPAHHHHHtel, sirs,” he offered, as he moved to the counter and thrust his beautifully-mounded ass out. I noticed that he also arched his back – as any good bitch reflexively does – to a point that his smooth nuts were hanging a bit back from his thighs, unprotected.

Jim SMACKED him across his buttglobes with the wide belt before he was braced, and the bitch jerked his head around, a momentary flash of anger showing. “We have no interest in your language, and for that unwanted outburst, your punishment is being increased,” Jim informed him. “Turn around, back to the counter, stay that way, put your elbows on the counter and put your pointless dick and balls out.”

Oh, my! My husband was going all off script CBT on him. HOT!

“My love, use this wider belt,” he ordered ME! – WOOF! – albeit gently, handing me the first belt our bitchslut brought out, “To lasso his balls and hold them out, so I can watch you use the spatula to paddle them.”

Such a dirty boy, my husband. My own nuts were buzzing in anticipation, and my cock was starting to drool again.

“Sirs!” the bitch started a plea, but he stopped before continuing and braced himself and set his jaw.

I looped the wider belt through its buckle to form a loop, and then I roughly grabbed the bitch’s balls, which were tight up from his enjoyment, pulling them until his sac loosened and shoved them through, getting a loud gasp from him. When I cinched it tight around his sac like a ballstretcher, I got a louder gasp and lip-suck. His hairless nuts were tautly presented.  

Jim took the end of the belt from me and yanked it tight, giving the bitch’s nuts a brutal pull, eliciting another, even louder gasp, along with the largest dollop of precum out of his flared cockhead to that point. “Siiiiiiirrrrsssss,” he moaned as his cock continued to leak.

Punishment? Not likely! LOL

My first smack on his nuts was gentle but caused his body to jolt more from the anticipation. Jim, the brain in our duo, immediately grabbed the closest discarded tshirt and pulled it over and covering Jaan’s head, getting a stunned cry from him. The second smack took him by surprise, and he sucked in a loud breath. The third was cruelly hard - no ramping up, just surprise, and he cried out loud and long, his body reacting by doubling over.  Jimmy grabbed his torso, shoved him back and held him firmly. The cry was plaintive, and his breathing began to be pants through his sucked teeth.

And the precum was flowing freely . . .

Another, softer – somewhere between the first two and the immediately prior rough delivery – smack to his reddening nuts yielded us a full on yelp as his tenderized cumtanks became more sensitive. A brutal smack followed, along with a LOUD scream and a tougher time for Jim to keep him steady.

“Do you understand what the effect of your insolence is on the severity of your punishment?” I snapped, loosing another medium smack on his shining red nuts.

His cry was long and unintelligible . . . and incongruous with the thought I had looking at his bright purple nuts - he could substitute for Rudolph, if necessary, and lead the sleigh by his glowing nuts! I know, weird!!! Even weirder, Santa with a hardon raging like mine, whipping those nuts to get them as red as possible.

AND we’re back from the disturbing reindeer and Santa Claus mind walkabout. Jim’s hand, gently but firmly shucking my shoulder, as Jaan is scream-crying . . . and cumming like a fucking firehose as I paddle his nuts with abandon, having been lost in one of the weirdest fantasies I’ve ever had!

My husband, ever practical, got some of our slut’s cum in his hand and reached around to line the slut’s cunt. Then he shoved him around until he had him bent over with that slimy cunt facing me and pulled him roughly to his own crotch, fumbling frantically with the tshirt to get it pulled up just enough to get access to his suckhole.  

I rammed into his fuckhole HARD, and when he rested and screamed his cunt fully thrust back onto me, causing the scream to continue more loudly and giving Jimmy good access to shove in and gag him. “Rail him GOOD and SMACK his ass, Billy!” Jimmy ordered, gripping the bitch’s tshirt-shrouded head tightly and facefucking him harder still.

My husband’s wish is my command. I began paddling the slut’s buttglobes with the spatula - awkwardly around my hard, drilling thrusts and the force and movement of him fucking back onto me energetically. All the while he was scream-moaning, just the intensity and volume changing as we fucked both ends of him, and as I cracked his ass.

About the fourth time I nearly sliced myself with the spatula I threw it aside and retrieved the thinner belt and began lashing his ass with it. I didn’t want to leave permanent welts, but I did delight in the marks I was making and the residual dime-sized hole-marks and straight lines of the spatula’s edges on his reddened asscheeks, despite smacking myself more often than I wanted.  

Jimmy was facefucking him so hard, I was afraid he’d dislodge the bitch’s vocal chords.  He didn’t, but the slut’s screams and moans were becoming hoarse. I risked toppling out of the cockslut by letting my grip on his shoulder go in favor of tweaking my husband’s very hard nipples as I continued to whip our bitch and slamfuck him.

When I knew Jim was close again I threw the belt away and bent and stretched and reached around and managed to get hold of Jimmy’s nutbag and clenched and yanked. Jim’s explosion was immediate, lodging himself fully in the bitch’s throat, throwing his head back and his body tensing to where every impressive muscle and vein was presented for my eyes’ delight. Then he broke and began huffing out his ecstasy as he pumped and the bitch gulped his last cumload of our play session. I held the deathgrip I had on his hairy nuts to ensure every drop was blasted.

Jim’s climax took me over the edge, and with one hand anew on the bitch’s shoulder for leverage and one still clenching Jim’s sac and nuts to where he did a rare thing and put his hand on mine to make me lessen my pull and grip, I blasted what seemed like another liter of cum into the slut’s hungry cunt. 

When I was about to dismount, Jim shouted - “WAIT!” and then - “Jaan, where’s your phone?”

Around Jim’s softening cock still in his throat most likely he croaked out - “Sots,” which Jim miraculously understood to be shorts and bounded across the room to rummage through the shorts the bitch had discarded just inside the apartment door. After he ran back, he ripped the tshirt off our playslut’s head, thrust the iPhone into his hand and ordered him to unlock it.

The bitch complied without hesitation and handed it back to Jim, who jumped around to where he was beside me with the phone on video capturing my point of entry. “NOW!” he ordered, and I withdrew slowly for the camera, particularly slowly as the still widely flared flange of my head stretched the cunt even wider before becoming popping out into visibility.

My cock was gooey to the max, and my cum was running out of his grotesquely gaping, reddened, swollen hole. “Perfect,” Jimmy declared.

Standing Jaan up, his gaping cunt now dripping loud plops onto the floor, his cunt and face lips swollen, his voice hoarse from screaming, I saw from the splatter and drops that he’d cum again at some point. We didn’t reprimand him again for cumming without permission.

We showed him the video, and he was transfixed watching it. When the short clip was done playing he took each of our sacs and cocks in his hands and hefted us, reverently. “Thank you, sirs, for giving me these magnificent members for my pleasure.”

We laughed and both tossled his short hair, more like a head rub. “Sir Time is over,” Jimmy declared, giving Jaan a playful swat on his raw ass.

Jaan overdid his whimper at the swat. I added, “And the pleasure was ours, certainly.”

“OH NO it was mine!” he countered. “I can give you some lunch?” he offered?

“A quick shower is all we need,” I quickly responded. “And as much water as you can spare,” I added.

“In there,” Our host indicated, pointing toward a hall. “I can bring vater.”

We hurried down the hall, found a sumptuous bedroom, then an even more luxurious bathroom and shower, and had already rinsed off and were getting out when Jaan entered with three large bottles of Soma. Everything expensive, and I wanted to know more, but we needed to get home, so I shared a towel with Jim - force of habit from BOQ days - and we both guzzled the water with Jaan.

We got two more of the absurdly expensive bottles of water on our way out from our gracious and grateful, still naked and filthy host, and we were out of there and on our way down. When we got outside into the beautiful old beast of a car that my inlaws keep at their house there on the island, I leaned over and kissed and hugged my wonderful, thoughtful, sexy, virile, loving and lovable husband for long enough that we attracted the doorman’s and a couple of other people’s attention, being fully visible with the tent-sized convertible top down. I didn’t give one shit who saw or what they thought!

“What was that for?” Jimmy asked, grinning ear to ear, when we broke the hug after the kiss.

“Everything,” I told him, putting the magnificent old car into gear and leaving the portico.

I caressed his magazine handsome face and looked into his gorgeous eyes. “For you, for us, for everything. Oh and for the shave ice you’re buying me on the way home!” We drove off in the unique purr/roar that magnificent vehicle has, both laughing as the midday Waikiki sun hit our faces.