Rebooting: The Fifth Installment
Squirming the butt plug in my derriere, contemplate if I should extract it; maybe, I consider lending it to Garcia, the young dude present this night, he might reappear; subsequently, I secure my bikini.
Pondering as I trek towards the pool, the realisation dawns that Arriah hadn't completed clearing the table during my time pampering Lucia. When Garcia left, so did Arriah.
{"Naturally, that's logical; whenever Lucia's engaged, they flee for some personal secret rendezvous, exclusive intimacy without the presence of Lucia dictating things.'}
I meander towards the pool, plunge my legs in, ahhh, so soothing. Swimming at a leisurely pace to the other end, I rest with my limbs propped upon the side; bobbing, I behold my toes, flexing them.
My mind wanders: three days ago, I encountered K, I imagined we had a close connection, with high regards of inaugurating a new existence together. We stumbled across Juanita, K's cravings switched to Juanita. Mine switched the moment I crossed paths with Garcia; and Arriah is rather alluring, I'm noticing hints they both desire me. Lucia definitely lusts after me, the manner in which she gazes at me, her actions, she clearly yearns for me.
Lucia appears to be supervising Arriah, perhaps Garcia, I'm reminded of a toddler, plundering from others, never content with what they hold, longing for someone else's possessions; could she be a Dom? I'm not submitting to her; while this notion is simmering, Cyndi Lauper sings 'girls simply seek enjoyment'.
Indeed, that's the path I'll walk, till this slight ruckus mellows, I'm here to have a ball, sex, threesomes, foursomes, I'm going to relish.
There's something K proposed that resonates,
'Are you looking for a spouse?' My arms and head propped on the pool deck, with my body afloat. Gazing at the feathery white trails from a jet on a blue sky sans clouds.
I brood over that.
Garcia ticks all the boxes I had previously created; wealthy, attractive, endowed, ready to have an open relationship. I picture being in, NO I ponder ACTING AS Lucia.
{Okay, let's ponder that idea for a second, I haven't spotted any emotional connection between Garcia and Lucia.}
The trio disrobed women arrive from the house, they plunge themselves into the heated tub. I eye Arriah cleaning the gazebo area, I gauge approaching her. I slowly wade towards the ladder.
I'm drying my hair as I approach, safeguarding that my limbs aren't covered by the towel, ensuring my bikini-clad physique isn't blocked. I stop near Arriah.
"Could I procure anything Beth?" I place the towel aside. Maintaining eye contact. I touch her shoulder lightly, it travels down her arm.
"Indeed, I would relish a sensuous exploration of your divinely beautiful form; bathing your tongue in pleasure, Lucia seems adverse to it."
"Yes, she is possessive, I work for her, consequently, I comply to her demands. I'd adore uniting with you; have patience, I promise we will." She glides her fingernails along my forearm sensually, her nails linger around my top's edge, her alluring caress impels my nipples to cater to her possessiveness.
"So, share with me, your responsibilities vis-à-vis her?"
"I'm their maid, and cater to their sexual desires, I accomplish when either of them command. I'm allotted perks when I entice someone they choose. She's already ordered me to attract you, a reward greater than usual; she desperately desires you." She lingers her lips on mine in a touch, caressing my boob in the process.
"I yearn for you too, for myself, not her, consequently, please resist her, not me; I'll meet you at a later time, when I can."
{My goodness, this Black lady is outstandingly seductive, I grapple not to grab her, and darn it, Lucia too, just peel off her attire and savor her black flesh.}
"I DESIRED a beverage; can I secure you one?"
"Sure." She chuckles and nips away.
I've decided to laze by myself, with my thoughts; meticulously plotting to entice Garcia, repulsing Lucia's invitations.
Arriah emerges with the pitcher; she pours the initial glass.
Garcia emerges from the house adorned in white trunks, I'm dazzled by his muscular physique; he'd fit as a surfer model, his trunks fail to veil his auspicious member. He fixes his gaze upon me, grinning warmly, joining K, Lucia, Juanita, who are already swithering, laughing raucously in the hot tub.
K and Lucia are affectionately embracing; Garcia places his arm around Juanita.
I demolish my 3rd beverage as my acquaintances follow our host couple inside.
I'm a tad aggrieved I wasn't asked to tag along, but it was my decision to lounge solo, I could've tiptoed to the hot tub.
Oh boy, I've got myself involved in a storm of emotions and desires! I can't help but think about the complicated relationships of Lucia, Garcia, and Arriah. Lucia seems to be keeping an eye on me and wanting me, but also seem to encourage competition with Arriah. She cares about whether I'm promiscuous with her husband while she flaunts her husband's openness to lewd behavior.
{'I'm not going to let her win this game, I'll find out what she's playing at. Could I even take her place in this idyllic bubble?'}
I finish my drink as the sun sets, wishing that Arriah would appear, a threesome with her sounds great, or at least getting another drink to get tipsy. I assume she's joined the others.
I move so my feet are on the table, wiggling closer to the edge of my chair, pulling the fabric aside, and gently massaging my private areas. My other hand, sliding the toy in my butt. Dammit, I don't want to just masturbate, I want a real person behind me.
My fantasy continues of Garcia with all the women in an orgy. Someone riding on top of him, another sitting on his face, while the other two share a 69.
I'm pouting, feeling disappointed, I can't go searching for them, they could be anywhere. I could listen for the moans, I suppose.
I sit there, moping by the pool, feeling upset to be on my own.
DAMN, why did I feel like sitting alone earlier?
I'm perched on the side of the pool, my hands at my sides, kicking water across the pool, loving the way the splashes shine in the dim pool lights.
I feel a pair of warm hands on my shoulders.
"Want some company?" Garcia whispers in my ear.
"Definitely!" I turn my head to look at him. Holy cow, I wasn't expecting him to be stark naked. I notice his penis, inches away from my face, uncircumcised, like I've seen in pictures. Not curved like Mike's, but more girth, not a bulbous conehead. I'm captivated, enamored with this mystery of a head: will it have a mushroom cap, or be conical like others, or tapered like dog's?
"Does it please you?" He plays with his penis, surely noticing my gaze.
"Uh, yep, it's nice." I stammer, embarrassed, blushing.
"I've never handled an uncircumcised one, quite intrigued."
He retracts the foreskin, revealing the head. It's similar to others but with little ridge and the glans almost no color difference.
"Yep, that's good too."
"I was concerned you'd be the center of attention upstairs. You got everyone aroused." He puts his hand on my thigh. The warmth made my insides quiver.
The familiar twinge in my loins is back. As if I could attack him, take him by force and ride that giant cock for hours. I'm so, so turned on. But wait, gentle handling might work better.
"I was looking for you so badly, then saw Arriah in the gazebo, so I wanted to find out about your throuple situation. When they all left, I wasn't quite ready to join, but I prefer us alone like this." I lean against him, his hand slides to my bikini bottom, and he squeezes my thigh.
I tilt my head back, giving him a lustful gaze, desiring a passionate kiss. I want to avoid being aggressive like Lucia.
Understand The Prompt
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Original Text
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
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The swift tan fox leaps over the sluggish canine.
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A nimble russet fox bounds over a languid hound.
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The fast brown creature jumps past the lethargic hound.
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The agile sand fox hops over the lazy spaniel.
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The speedy rust hued fox leaps over the sluggish pup.
Garcia moves his other hand over my belly, shifting upward to my chest. He caresses my breast with his thumb lingering on my nipple as he lifts my top. I turn my head, allowing his tongue to slip past my lips, our tongues twirl together, and a jolt of surprise escapes me. My head swirls, my body tingles, and a raging fire ignites in my groin. "You still interested in having me replace your plug?"
"Absolutely," I whisper.
"It's getting late, the alarm will soon be set. Will you be able to get back inside the house?" I joke.
"I'm confident that you'll keep us busy all night in my bed." He's rolling my nipple, his finger sliding beneath my bottom, gently massaging my anal insertion, lightly wiggling and tugging, causing intense sensations.
"My goodness, I'm ready to explode."
"So," he suggests, "Maybe you could stay in the pool house."
"Sure," I reply. "I should be fine sleeping on a lounge chair in the gazebo." I continue teasing.
"Or," he says, "I could carry you to bed and show you how much you turned me on at dinner." He tilts me back, nestling his arm under my neck for a pillow, his tongue again kisses me passionately. His right hand removes the strings on my bikini.
"Oohhh mmm hmmm." I moan.
Fingers caressing my already aroused nipple while our tongues battle. I spread my legs wide, lift my hips to signal my desire. He increases the rhythm as his fingers dip more deeply. My mind starts to fog, my body yearns for more.
"Geez, it's good to feel such strong fingers. It's been so long since I've had a man play with me," I whisper, fighting off my imminent climax. I nod toward his manhood, "I've been craving this." I wrap my hands around his shaft, pulling back the foreskin.
I try to reciprocate, attempting to intensify his arousal without coming across as aggressive, but it's fruitless. He has me in the palm of his hand; he's in control. My focus wanes; I become absorbed in the sensations he's creating within me. With two middle fingers in me, his other fingers pinch and tug on my sensitive skin. I'm getting thoroughly fingered, my G-spot receiving exquisite stimulation, while my labia lips are being squeezed and pulled.
My orgasm is rapidly approaching; I realize this is just the beginning. I can't wait to feel him fully inside me. Again, I fight to hold off my impending climax, striving to prolong our intercourse. I keep my hand on his penis, straddling him, directing him to my clitoris, my hips swivel. He removes his fingers, just as I lower my hips, enveloping his entire length.
"MMMMNNNGGHHH!" I shudder with an ecstatic climax, feeling him inside me. I pause, my body convulsing with pleasure.
I'm tingling, quivering, overflowing with joy, I fall forward onto him, asking for a fierce kiss. His powerful hands knead my buttocks, cradling me as I settle and relish this bliss. We slide against each other, our wetness causing a delightful sound. His hands possess me tenderly while I ride the waves of my euphoria. He's in command, I surrender to his direction. I'm deeply engaged.
I straddle him in the cowgirl position, ensuring better clitoral stimulation. I'm not satisfied with just one orgasm tonight. I have his ankles in my hands as I push my pelvis up, receiving maximum vaginal enjoyment from his enormous cock. It's tantalizing, invigorating as he plays with my clitoris using his thumb.
{'I hope his endurance is good; I could delight in this for hours.'}
I lean down, drawing his hands to my breasts.
"You feel so divine inside of me," I sense another climax approaching rapidly, yet I long for the experience to continue longer. Instead, I can't control my desire for an orgasm, moving swiftly, Garcia is brushing my clitoris with his thumb, massaging my nipples, I struggle with urgency as intense sparks flow through me, causing me to arch my back, my ass clenches, my toes curl, and an additional orgasm shakes my insides, much like fireworks igniting.
Garcia rises, enveloping me with his arms, and we settle into the lotus position, I throw my legs around his torso. While maintaining my climax, he rocks me vigorously, straining against each other, our genitals slamming together, I shiver with euphoria, experiencing this ecstatic multiple.
"Uhhhhuuuhh, mmmyyy Gawwwwd yaaasss." He unwaveringly persists, my head falls back, delirious, I'm limp, murmured expressions of pleasure, moaning, sighing, and growling, he moves me like a doll, this is fascinating. His thrusts intensify, and my body involuntarily responds with another toe curling, muscle clenching climax, a continuous escalation of trembling.
"UUUNNNGGHHHH!" I yell out loud, hungry for a deep, passionate kiss. Somehow, he stands, holding me tightly in his strong arms, our mouths lock, his rock-hard penis filling me, maintaining our genital connection, he carries me to the pool house. My face buried in his neck, arms wrapped around him, he smells wonderful, a touch of manly sweat and a blend of an exquisite deodorant or aftershave.
I'm moaning from the sheer pleasure.
He lays me on the bed, kneels, and plays with the anal plug. Pulling it in and out. Putting it next to my head, he positions his dick against my anus, presses me against him, forcing my feet back over my head, I wrap my arms around my calves, surrendering myself fully to the anticipated anal probing.
Carefully, thoughtfully, attentively he penetrates my rectum, giving me ample time to adjust and accept his girth. Once my sphincter accepts him, he starts a short rhythmic pace, his right thumb on my clitoris, his left handles my tits.
"OHH MMYYY Gaawwd, you're so big."
He advances gradually; the friction and fullness are remarkable; my fingertips grip the bedding. Another gripping climax occurs.
"HOOOLLLEEE FUUUCK YYOOURR HHUUUGGGEE."
"I'm CUMMINGGG. OHHHH FFUUUUCK." "RRAAAMM MMEEE HAARRRD. FFUUUCCK MY ASSSS."
The steady stimulation of his penetration, combined with his fingering my clitoris and nipples, ignites this otherworldly climax.
"OOOHHH MMYYYY GAAAWWWWD."
I'm writhing, shivering, Garcia grunts, his shaft throbbing, his penis pulsating, discharging his sperm into my anus. It's spectacular, intense, the sensation is electric for both of us.
My legs shudder in place as he quivers within me, triggering yet another gut-wrenching, all-body tingling, climax.
OOOHHH FFFUUUUCK SSSSOOOOHHAAAHH GUUUUD!"
We embrace, passionately kissing, affectionately caressing each other before drifting off into a serene slumber.
12
I'm over the moon; I drifted off in satisfaction after experiencing multiple orgasms. Can you imagine waking up to this every morning?
Carefully, I inch my nails towards his sleeping organ. I remember the incredible encounter we had last night, this impressive rod filled both my openings. I gently slide my forefinger along his length, pausing when I reach the skinfold. I'm eager to study this fascinating penis.
Wondering if I could sexually stir him without waking him up.
Slowly, carefully, I tug off the loose skin, uncovering his shaft that resembles a cigar. My thumb grazes the glans, teasing the small ridge around it, then lightly brushing the edge of the ridge, then with gentle strokes, I drag my entire finger along to the base.
At the speed of a slow-moving insect, I repeat this stimulation, tip to base, constantly repetitive, tip to base; it's working; his member is becoming larger, firmer, harder. I gently pet it with my fingertips, from the tip to the base with three fingers. It not only stiffens but it's rising.
I snicker silently; it's no longer perched on his leg; it's at a height where I can slide my hand underneath. I dare it, for now, even if he wakes up, he'll want me to continue. I rub the underside, as if it were as soft as a butterfly, it rises higher, I keep petting it, unhurriedly, the underside swings into the upper position, his erect, rigid rod now points in the direction of his head, almost brushing his flat stomach.
I gently scrape my nails on his balls, my nail tracing, following the valleys of the wrinkled ridges of his scrotum; moving upward, I tease the underside of his full shaft, one nail on either side of the sperm tube I trace along up to the corona.
A small droplet of moisture appears from the narrow opening. I use my fingertip to spread the glistening fluid, just enough pressure to not touch him, just to coat it; I raise my finger to my lips for a taste of the salty liquid.
"Wow, I'm so horny, my pussy's leaking as well."
I clutch his thick member in my hand fully, squeezing, releasing, pulsing, my thumb rubbing the tip. I wonder when he'll wake up.
"Heaven, I want to straddle him again, fill my vagina, lean back so he hits my g-spot as I bounce."
I look at his eyes, my head tilted slightly, they're open but they're twinkling. He smiles.
"You," I lean forward to kiss his lips.
"When were you awake?"
"When you were so enjoyably stroking it, then, just before hearing a delightful, childish giggle." He embraces me tighter, giving me a sensual kiss.
"I've never been awoken so sexually; I turned extremely aroused and curious to see what you'd do next."
"It wasn't premeditated; it was spontaneous play."
I lay my head on his belly, my fingers return to playing with my new toy, his dick. Pushing his dick down toward his legs with two fingers on its head, releasing it, it pops back, tapping his pelvic region with a mild thud. I smirk; and repeat, holding it against his thigh before releasing. It swings back, smacking him. I laugh.
"My new toy is like a catapult weapon, go get some ammo," I push it against his thighs again with my thumb.
"Put a projectile on here." I stroke the area alongside the corona ridge, I release; again, I can't help but laugh in delight.
"Or popcorn," I lay down next to him, my head on his chest chuckling. He rolls toward me, placing me on my side, hoisting one of my legs onto his shoulder, easily sliding into my wet cunt, without thrusting, rotating his hips, jiggling his dick to touch every surface of my inner walls, my cervix, my g-spot. I'm already having multiple orgasms.
"Jesus, uh, ahh, ahhh."
He feels amazing. He lays me down on my back, raises my other leg, open book position, my ankles are wide and high. He moves at a slow pace, purposeful, calculated, with long, deep thrusts. I continue experiencing my orgasm, while he maintains a steady rhythm. I'm in a state of pure bliss, completely delirious. His thumb stimulates my clit. I let out a high-pitched scream, then call out his name. He tightens his grip around my legs, my calves resting on his ears, his strong arms holding onto my legs. For a few minutes, he penetrates my vagina; his fingers squeezing, caressing my sensitive nipples. He speeds up his thrusts; a loud groan escapes.
"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH, and he halts his thrusting, holding himself completely inside me, his hips trembling as his cock jerks, releases sperm inside me.
"OOOHHH, UUHHH HHUUHHH."
He releases my legs and I anticipate him cuddling with me. Instead, he moves next to me, staying on his knees. He places his left hand just below my stomach, his thumb presses firmly on my clit. His right hand pushes my legs apart, he inserts his middle two fingers and curls them towards my g spot.
"I know what he's planning to do. I've heard of it before, but no one has ever done it to me."
Rapidly and as fast as he can, his hand moves intensely up and down; not in and out, but from bed to ceiling. His thumb vibrates against my clit.
"OH, MY GOD," I start convulsing, I squirt, releasing, saturating his hand, my thighs, the bed. A brief pause and he resumes his violent thrusting.
"HOLEEEE FUUUCK, GAAAAARRRRRCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAA!"
My hips undulate, my eyes roll back, my legs shake, I thrash about, releasing another gush, I can't help myself, my fingers vigorously pinch, tweak, pull, twist my nipples.
'This is sensational, breathtaking, a clitoral and vaginal orgasm simultaneously. One more repetition, I'm drained, tingling all over, hypersensitive, I curl into the fetal position, my legs quivering, my body shuddering, moaning, sighing.'
Garcia lies beside me, aware of my state, he waits a few minutes before he attempts to touch me lightly. I shiver, but it's okay, he gently rubs my arm, his arm wraps around me, I turn my face to his, passionate kissing ensues.
"I want more; you're incredible."
"Me too, best sex ever Beth, I mean EVER; you're fun, exciting, and fulfilling." He hugs me tighter.
I rest my head in the crook of his arm and chest.
"I thought I gave up on men," I snuggle in close, lift his arm, leaving his hand on my breast.
"Seriously, until last night, I assumed I'd remain in lesbian relationships. No man ever truly satisfied me or provided me with multiple orgasms, including an anal orgasm. You have, and my first squirt was fascinating." I help him squeeze my chest.
"Mmmm, and, my first squirt, God that was phenomenal." I draw his face to mine, fervently French kiss him.
"I wish we could sequester ourselves in here and make love all day, but I have an appointment I can't reschedule." He kisses my forehead.
"And you require some Reese's Pieces," he tickles my sides, we wrestle, laugh, and kiss passionately. He gets up, pulls on his pants, then picks up his shirt. I ask.
"Garcia, may I wear that while you're away? I want to feel and smell you around me." He tosses it to me, blows me a kiss, and leaves. I slump onto the bed, sighing deeply, hugging the shirt, inhaling, smelling him, reminiscing about everything that happened since dinner.
('Best sex ever Beth, I mean EVER; your fun, exciting and fulfilling. Wish we could lock ourselves in here and fuck all day.')
Reflecting on those exact words as he held me so close. I turn over on the bed, it's almost 9.
Wearing only his large shirt, I button up one button near my navel, my nipples are covered, but I know my vagina is exposed when I shift about. I wear it like a badge of honor, as I walk into the house for breakfast. The girls are already seated at the table. I see anger in Lucia's face, I sit down beside K, facing Lucia.
"Did you enjoy your night with 'MY' girls?" I emphasized 'MY' implying she had something of mine, so don't get mad at me for taking something of yours.
"Garcia decided to approach me, stating he felt left out, siblings fighting over this attractive female." I kiss K affectionately, teasing Lucia by suggesting I can still have her as well.
I gaze at Lucia, observing her reaction.
"I got such a fantastic fuck, so many ways, I'm certain I won that exchange, but Garcia firmly insists he did."
Understanding the insult must've hurt. The challenge has been set; we're soon to be swordfighting.
I started munching on waffles and sausages, seeing Lucia fuming inside. I turned to Arriah, who was busy pouring me a cup of coffee.
"Arriah, if you feel excluded, just come find me," I said.
I smiled, and she returned one, matching mine.
"Dang, another clever remark, that definitely irritated Lucia."
Soon after, we headed to the mall, and it became apparent why Lucia shops there – it's filled with luxurious, high-end fashion items.
The fake flattery greeting from the cashier, along with the blatant display of affection, seemed a bit too much; she's tall, blonde, dark tanned, extremely busty, and plastered with too much white makeup, making her look like a bar-hopping hooker Mike would bring home.
Lucia wanted to try on a beautiful white, spaghetti strap, low-cut mini dress; they moved into a private changing room, while we continued browsing through the store. I picked up the same dress but against my own body and asked K, "Don't you think this would be divine on Arriah?"
"Heck yeah," she said, holding a strapless, bright yellow minidress up to herself.
"Yes, and with the red wig, you'd be absolutely lovely. Rrraar, it's not that the dress makes you look better, you'd make that dress appear sexier," I added.
This comment made K smile tremendously, and I requested the white dress to be wrapped up in a gift box. I then found a few dresses that caught my eye, going into the change rooms to try them on.
Not overly amazed, Lucia was sitting on a chair, the blonde was on her knees, pleasing Lucia, and I didn't feel an ounce of excitement at that scene; I even felt bad for both of them and went into the next booth. I slipped into a deep burgundy spaghetti strap, hip-hugging dress, asking the girls for their feedback. They praised the dress highly, so I also wore a blue strapless, mid-thigh, low-cut dress. I couldn't make up my mind, and I continued perusing the store.
Lucia wore the burgundy one I tried, probably to irritate me, leaving the red window dress behind. Then while she was attempting the burgundy dress on, I purchased her a red dress in my size and the blue one from the window. K was paying the $3900 with Garcia's gold card.
Dinner was quite calm, and the atmosphere carried a tense energy. When dinner was over, it seemed Lucia planned to lock her partners inside. My travel partners and I spent the rest of the night lounging outside, enjoying a bucket of Coronas around the firepit.
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