It had been a miserable Summer, even by UK standards. It had rained nearly every day in August and we needed the sun on our backs. We decided to go back to Spain. Even in mid-September, the heat hit us as we disembarked from the plane and took a taxi to the naturalist hotel. The same gorgeous, naked receptionist welcomed us, and the ever-smiling Juan wiggled his way to our room. Lance stuffed 10 Euros in his butt again, with quite a slap. We only brought backpacks with the essentials, as we knew we would spend the week in the nude.
Our room overlooked the pool, which was still busy at 6 pm, but we decided dinner and a few beers were in order. Relaxed, feeling liberated in big armchairs, we people-watched. Men of all ages, skin colours, shapes and sizes (and I don't mean genitals) We chatted to a few and the evening drifted by.
We were woken by the sun streaming through the windows. We showered and went down for a leisurely breakfast. We then lay by the pool, soaking up the rays before it became too hot. A nice couple from Cordoba chatted to us in broken English. Arlo and Pablo were in their late 20s, with dark olive skin, and even darker penises. They had short, curly hair and sultry eyes. Their chests were shaved, as were their balls, with neatly trimmed bushes. After making small-talk foe a while, Pablo asked if we'd like coffee or a beer. Too early for alcohol, we settled for Cokes. They moved closer. Arlo, the taller of them, sat by me. "You very attractive", he complimented, stroking my thigh. Pablo and Lance were already kissing. With cocks rising, we thought we'd better move inside. Their room was closer, so we went there. Inside, Arlo wasted no time, delving his tongue into my mouth and massaging my butt. Lance was on the other bed, receiving oral. Arlo kissed my nipples, then worked his wat down to my penis, deep-throating me, with a finger working my hole. Lance and Pablo sixty-nined. Arlo turned me around and buried his face in my arse, his tongue working its magic on my hole. Lance was being finger fucked. Arlo dropped onto the bed, pulling me on top of him, our cocks grinding together as we kissed some more. Lance was being lubed. I shuffled up the bed so Arlo could suck me, before impaling myself. Pablo had mounted Lance, and was fucking him hard. I rode Arlo, with him thrusting up to meet me. Lance and Palo had flipped, with Lance taking him from behind. Arlo rolled me over and remounted, fucking me like a stallion, tossing me at the same time. I shot my load. "Inside OK?", but it was too late, and he bred me anyway. Pablo's hand was a blur. The first jet hit Lance on the chin, then pools of semen formed on his chest. Lance pulled out and added to the mix. We cleaned ourselves up with towels and went to the bar.
We had a siesta every afternoon, to avoid the hottest hours. The following day, we kept ourselves to ourselves. Lance made love to me during the siesta. By Thursday, we were on the hunt again. We chatted up a German guy, holidaying alone. Finn was barely legal, but took a shine to us. Fit AF, blond, blue eyed, with a long, fat, uncut cock. It didn't take much to entice him to our bedroom. We had a three-way kiss, then fell on the bed. His penis grew to well over 8". We worked our way around so we all had a dick n our mouth. Finn's fingers found my twitching bud and opened me up with one, then two fingers. He asked us to lay side-by-side. While still finger fucking me, he rimmed Lance. I passed him the lube and he penetrated Lance first, pumping with long strokes, dribbling spit onto his member. He took it out again, I sucked it and guided it back in. Then it was my turn. I held my knees, and he inched in until his pubes hit my balls. and fucked with the same long, slow strokes, completely in control. Back to Lance, then me again. We turned over and he did us doggy, going back and forth. He was relentless for over 40 minutes before he came, in Lance first, then quickly transferring to me, until he went limp. "I want to see you fuck", he demanded. Lance mounted me missionary, and we lasted as long as we could. It was almost a relief when Lance bred me and I tossed myself. "Very good. We do it again Saturday". Friday was overcast and humid, but still warm. It was nice to lay by the pool with a gentle breeze blowing over us. Saturday morning saw Finn with us again, in a re-run of Thursday. This time, he spent longer on foreplay, then he fucked me and sucked Lance. He swapped and showed his stamina again, fucking us four times, before cumming over our faces, then watched as Lance took his turn. That made him hard again, and he gave me another load.
Sunday came too soon, and we didn't have chance to have Juan this time, but there's always the spring.
It was lunchtime at work, and the usual suspects were laughing and taking the piss. I told them about Lance and me in Madrid. Even the straight ones were clearly turned on. Abe looked at me lustily. Back at his desk, he texted me, 'Cum to the toilets after work'. I got there early and worked some liquid soap into me. A few minutes later, Abe arrived and we went into the end stall and locked the door. "You shouldn't have told us about your holiday, I've been hard all afternoon. We kissed and dropped our trousers and pants. His glorious member sprang out. I licked and stroked it, then braced myself over the cistern. "Please go gently", I pleaded as the mushroom head passed my ring and didn't stop until he was buried deep inside. He pulled out again, spat on it and rammed home. Gripping my hips, he pumped, using all of his length. I couldn't get a hand on myself, so just let him have his way. He was so worked up, he didn't take long to breed me. "Thanks, fucking hell, I needed that", He stuffed his dripping cock back in his pants and, making sure the coast was clear, disappeared. I thought about jerking, but decided to leave it for Lance. Back home, I told him about the day and he fucked me on the lounge carpet. I shot a huge load and licked his dick clean. We kissed and spent the evening naked.
The next day, Abe plonked himself on my desk. "I'm sorry about yesterday, your story at lunchtime got me so worked up. When are you gonna invite us to your pad, so Jobe and me can fuck you properly?" I checked my calendar on my phone and found a spare weekend. "I'll have to check with Lance, but it looks like we have nothing on the beginning of next month". He checked around, and kissed me, "I love it when you have nothing on". Next day, I confirmed, saying they could stop overnight, if they wanted. He gave my crotch a squeeze.
They arrived on Saturday evening, wearing tracksuits and carrying overnight bags and a couple of bottles of Malbec. Knowing their wouldn't be enough room on the bed, we had cleared a space in the lounge, and chucked a some old duvets down. We cracked open the wine, and I giggled, recounting Abe fucking me in the toilet and Lance doing it again at home. Lance and Jobe sat cross-legged. Abe and I watched as they made out and put on a floor show. Abe and I rubbed each other through our pants as Lance and Jobe got naked, hands, lips, and tongues everywhere. They were in a sixty-nine, with Jobe's bum in the air winking at us. I thought about it, but knew I wanted a dick, or two, inside me. They moved around. Lance hoisted Jobe's leg onto his shoulder, penetrated and began shagging. By now, Abe and I had stripped and had each other's poles in our hands. I rubbed precum into his mushroom. Lance and Jobe changed. Lance was lying on his side with his leg in the air, getting fucked from behind. I decided to get down and suck my husband. I felt lube on my ring, and then being stretched to the max, as Abe's weapon took me on. Jobe fucked harder, pushing more of Lance's cock down my throat. Abe built up speed and began to pound me. I got a mouthful of Lance's cum as Jobe climaxed. Getting a hand on myself, I tossed onto the floor as my guts were filled with Afro-Caribbean spunk. We drank more wine while recovering.
Abe's recovery rate was amazing, and soon Lance and he were at it again. Jobe and I watched as Lance was pummeled. With sweat dripping off him, he shouted, "Take it like a bitch, boy", and "I'm gonna wreck your ass", and banged even harder, Tears rolled down Lance's cheeks as Abe made a big show of pulling out and smothering Lance's face. Jobe and I were hard at it again. I have nothing left in the tank, but I got on my hands and knees and let Jobe have his way. Having been fucked by Abe, he slipped in easily and screwed me for 20 minutes before I received my second load. We opened another bottle. I slept with Jobe, I couldn't take another Abe pounding just yet.
In the morning, Abe was up first and helped himself to coffee and a shower. I kissed his neck and patted his bum. "I'm gonna fuck you again when the others get up", he threatened. I had my coffee and went to clean myself up. By 10.00, I heard Lance and Jobe getting up, so I prepared breakfast. Abe led me to the cum-stained duvets. He was a lot gentler, kissing, with lots of foreplay, before mounting and inching in. Lance and Jobe are beside us, in a mirror of last night, on their sides, Lance taking him from behind. The love-making was far more tranquil. Abe took his time kissing, before thrusting on. Jobe managed to twist is neck enough to kiss Lance. Abe lifted my legs over his shoulders and went even deeper. Jobe shot over his thigh and Lance dripped his semen onto Jobe's bum. Still Abe fucked on. Jobe sucked me to completion as Abe finally bred me again, his third load in a few hours. We were all exhausted, but very happy. I didn't want sex again for a week.
Word soon got around the office of our hedonistic weekend. We were to get more offers of a good time.
