Flying to Destin, FL — Sex and Romance, With a Big Surprise!
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“This is a tale of an exciting real-life event.” This story is 50% nonfiction and 50% fiction. All characters are over the age of 21.
I recommend you first read “Crazy Military Tales Ep. O5” to capture the backstory of this new episode.
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FORWARD:
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My name is Zach and I serve in the United States Air Force (USAF). I am a military officer — with a unique career, along with all the corresponding responsibilities. Because of my “above-average” athletic abilities — I am often highly encouraged to take part in various sporting events and tournaments – representing my home military base, the USAF, and, on several occasions, the United States itself, at major military or international sports competitions.
I stand 6’6″, and yes, I am naturally blessed with my home-grown Southern California look; blonde hair, blue eyes, great white teeth — “thanks, mom and dad for the braces” — tanned, muscular and with a lean body and I do have big feet and extremely long fingers. You can figure out the rest.
For the USAF, I am often chosen or sometimes directed (I dislike the word ordered) to take part in competitive basketball, volleyball, football, snow skiing competitions, and even taking part in long endurance running (marathons or half-marathons), century biking events (100 miles or more), triathlons and IRONMAN® competitions.
The USAF senior leadership calls my adventures free “Air Force Global Recruiting, Marketing, Branding and Advertising.”
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The old saying is true… “It’s not bragging” — “If what you say is 100% true…
“CONFIDENCE” — I love it! — “COCKINESS” — Is not for me!
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Now that you know a bit about me, and from several years earlier, allow me to share this following actual military professional development course and exciting weekend experience with you.
The first chapters revisit where, when and how my new friend, lover, military officer, and fellow sports competitor, Liz, and I met.
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One of the vast USAF officer career advancement requirements encompasses the successful completion of a five-stage professional officer academic track of leadership courses. These courses are completed throughout an officer’s career and represent intense academic curriculum for junior officers up to the extensive senior officer leadership development programs.
I spent my first five years in the USAF completing Academic/Ground Training, Primary Flying Training, Advanced Flying Training, and now I am a fighter pilot flying the F-15. It was my unfortunate career turn to attend the Squadron Officer’s School, (SOS) at Maxwell AFB, AL in Montgomery, Alabama. Unfortunately, as a pilot, I did not want to miss out on my extensive flying and training routine. The five weeks attending this in-residence course could reduce my combat readiness and my flying razor-sharp attention and precision.
So, here I was, an SOS student. One of over 350 classmates housed separately on-base, and within walking distance of the base’s Officers’ Club and Officer’s Swimming Pool. Late May in the South was a perfect pool weather time, minus the numerous rolling thunderstorms that frequently passed through.
SOS students represented all the multiple military officers’ career fields. The makeup of the class was approximately 90/10% career square filler students/career accelerator go-getters, 60/40% male/female, 65/35% married/single, 80/20% athletic/non-athletic, 90/10% other professionals/pilots and the unofficial statistics of 95/5% weekend partiers/non-partiers and 85/15% beautiful and HOT females/other females.
SOS was a “Target Rich” environment for massive fun, excitement and awesome potential sexual pleasures. Yes, there were the obligations to address daily academic challenges and responsibilities. Within the first week, between classes, study groups, academic partnerships, and a couple of mid-week Happy Hour experiences, I met “The One” who captured my interest and pursuit.
It was during the first assigned study group I attended were I first noticed and met Liz. We entered separately wearing sweaty, post-workout, athletic attire, and our study mates jokingly asked us to sit next to each other at the end of the long study table. Laughing, we said hello and spent a few minutes as we completed the obligatory meet and greet background information sharing. We were both single, athletic-minded, socially compatible, attracted to one another and definitely interested, so it became an agreeable understanding, we were destined to spend time together.
Liz, short for Elizabeth, stood out amongst all the other females. For me, it was her petiteness, at 5’3″ and weighing no more than 115 pounds, her bright green eyes, her short cropped reddish hair, her totally fit and athletic body and oh that tempting smile, soft laughter and kick-ass positive attitude hit me hard. Serving as an Intelligence Officer, professionally speaking, we connected as we understood the sensitive connections between our two jobs.
And our story continues….
Our fun and sexually exciting weekend on Lake Martin came to an end and on Monday, we escaped any further military scrutiny from our wild Chimney Rock 100′ high jumps. As the second week of our SOS course continued, each morning we started with our run around the base, the water stops at the gym, and our casual walk to our officers’ quarters. Classes were classes and along with the required study groups, and assigned projects, both Liz and I breezed through the daily rigors.
Nighttime was a different story, we no longer asked to go out or sleep over, it was a given, we enjoyed each other too much! Word around the SOS family grew and acknowledged we were a couple. Together, we studied, worked out, cooked, ate, showered, did laundry, laughed, teased and made love in every manner two people could enjoy. Each time we passed the SOS commander, she smiled and said, “Told you so!” as she referenced her previous comment regarding our compatibility and future USAF marriage.
It was early Tuesday night, when, after making incredible love, Liz asked about any possible weekend plans. I told her not to worry and to trust me, all the weekend plans were under control. She asked for guidance in what to pack, if necessary. I said, “Bikinis and water wear, a couple of sundresses or skirt and top, shorts and T-shirts, sandals, sunglasses, sunscreen, thongs, and a jacket.” I could tell, her not knowing the plans drove her crazy with curiosity.
The rest of the week dragged by both academically and sexually, as Liz’s monthly visitor arrived as normal, and her intense cramps shut down any thoughts of sex. She enjoyed the way I pampered her with my massages, bathing her, cooking and preparing her military uniforms for the next day’s wear. Friday morning arrived early and as I anticipated our routine run, Liz had much better plans. Rolling on top of me, she kissed me, touched my cock and once hard, she quickly empaled herself with one thrust. It had to be a fast and hard fuck, but what a fuck it was, as we held on to each other, and rode each other until we moaned and loudly groaned as her squirt exploded and I filled her tiny pussy with three days of cum build-up.
As we showered together, Liz jumped up into my arms and thanked me for spoiling her. Letting her know it was my pleasure, she cried and said, “This past ten days felt like a dream, and I do not want to wake-up!” I told her it was all real and we both can trust it to be real. And with those mutually shared three small words, “I Love You!” our existence took a major turn – we became one together. As military officers stationed thousands of miles apart, how in the hell it can successfully happen would be a major challenge.
After we finished our SOS Friday fun activities, showered, and changed clothes, Liz and I jumped into my Jeep. I smiled as I leaned over and placed a blindfold over her eyes and kissed her softly. She wanted to know what was going on and I told her to relax and trust me. No more than five minutes later, I parked, turned the engine off, and removed the blindfold, when Liz read the sign “AERO CLUB.” With Liz in the Jeep, I entered the club’s office, completed paperwork, filed our flight-plan, and a few minutes later, in a rental plane, we taxied out onto the airport runway. I kept the destination unknown for as long as I could, until, with both of us wearing headphones, she heard me say, “Maxwell Tower, Roger, Cessna Skyhawk N5275SW, departing for Eglin AFB.” – near Destin, Florida.
After our wheels left the runway, Liz gently touched my leg and mouthed, “OMG, Destin?” As I communicated with the regional Air Traffic Controller (ATC), I smiled and moved my head up and down to acknowledge her question. Once we reached our cruising altitude and initiated the autopilot, I gently played with her short hair as she watched the miles and miles of pine trees and farmlands pass under us. She enjoyed chatting over the headsets and listened intently each time I spoke with the ATC or a nearby plane flying down to or up from the Gulf Coast.
Just as sunset moved across the Gulf of Mexico, I navigated our plane and got in line behind one other plane to make our final approach and landing at Eglin AFB, Florida, located ten minutes from Destin. On the ground, I taxied and parked our plane inside the local “AERO CLUB” designated area, entered the office, ordered refueling, pre-loaded our return flight plan for our Sunday afternoon’s departure, and borrowed one of their club’s local-use cars. On our way to the Hilton Sandestin Hotel, we stopped and ate dinner, sitting outside, out on the old pier at the original Dewey Destin restaurant. The iced cold beer and delicious fresh caught sea food hit the spot.
As I sat next to my beautiful Liz, we ate, drank, kissed, touched, teased and spent time discovering more about each other. Liz leaned next to me and said, “Zach, I want to make love on the beach tonight. Please make that happen.” I finished my last sip of beer, took Liz by the hand, opened her car door and drove east to our hotel. Checked in, we changed into running shorts, T-shirts and sandals, and after we each slammed two shots of tequila, with towels in hand and a couple bottles of water, we walked out to and down the beach. After a short ten-minute walk, a remote plot of sand dunes appeared, and like teenagers, we located an isolated spot, lowered our large towels and settled into our romantic hide-away.
The sound of the crashing waves, along with the warm gulf breeze, and a cloudless night set an amazing stage for passionate lovemaking. Naked, we slowly kissed, touched each other’s body and gently sucked. Liz sat on top of me and fed me her perfect breasts, areolas and nipples, as she slid her hand up and down my hard cock. The longer I ran my tongue over and around her hard nipples, the harder she stroked me and the louder we both moaned. I spun Liz around and lowered her hips down toward my face. Her musky scent filled my nostrils and set my hunger for her taste in a desperate mode. As I flicked and teased her outer labia, her first sweet sex droplet landed on my tongue. Likewise, she lapped at my precum, and the sound of her lips smacking sounded so erotic.
My mouth sucked on her puffy pussy lips and my teeth very tenderly chewed on the soft flesh. I heard my lover gag as we attempted to deep throat my cock down her throat. Up and down, she worked, and paused only to catch her breath, before she dove deep again. When she felt my two fingers move in and out of her tight pussy, she sucked harder and faster, and I began my lapping of her clit. Her all too familiar groans and humping on my face alerted me she was about to cum and squirt her delicious fluids into my mouth and over my face.
Eager for me to cum with her, right when her orgasm hit, and when her first stream of juice erupted, she pushed her finger into my ass and rubbed my prostate gland, and it hit me, my cum shot deep down into her mouth. Grunting, I fired blast after blast, until she gagged and closed her mouth, and the rest covered her face. Her bright green eyes dazzled as she took her fingers to spoon my cum off of her face and into her mouth. She poured water onto my T-shirt and asked me to clean my cum off her face, hair and neck, and I did the same and she cleaned her juices off mine.
We snuggled as one, laughed, kissed, watched the stars, ran our fingers over our bodies and rested, as we knew we were meant to be together. Liz rolled on her side and wiggled her ass against my growing hardness. As I cupped her breasts, she lifted her right leg and slowly rubbed my cock against her warm and wet pussy lips. When she was ready, she moved her hips and allowed my cock to move inside her. So tight, her pussy felt like a moist vacuum as it sucked and worked my cock deeper and deeper. Hitting her uterus, Liz paused and caught her breath, and then she pushed back hard against me and with her umph sound, I was buried inside all the way.
We laid still and allowed our inner emotions to relish in that most spectacular lovemaking moment. Chills ran up and down our spines, as our rapid breathing raced at an equal pace, and our nonverbal communications shared each hidden desire, passion and need. At that moment, neither of us desired anything else but to be just close and in love.
As I kissed Liz’s neck, she flexed her vaginal muscles and squeezed my hard manhood, that manipulated my cock head to pulse with extra excitement and intensity. I eased my way out and slowly slid back in, over and over, at the same pace, as we rode this slow fuck. While I pulled on her nipples, she pulled my head down and kissed me with a growing urgency and sexual restlessness. She moaned and said, “Baby, I’m so ready to cum with you. Let’s go!” With her request, I responded and rammed my cock in and out — harder and faster — over and over — deeper and wilder, as I reached down and rubbed her tiny and hard clit. The slushy sound of her wet pussy juices, coupled with our moans and sighs rose above our hidden sand dune bed.
Rolling Liz to straddle me, I used my hands to control the movement of her hips, as I fucked her aching pussy as hard and as fast as I could muster. Our juices flowed down my cock and along the crack of her ass, and I inserted my forefinger into her seriously tight ass. With that new assault, Liz’s body convulsed with pleasure and slight pain, and she cried out, “Zach, I’m cumming! Oh, baby, here comes MY SQUIRT…!” And with a final surge downward on my cock, her pussy exploded and released squirt after squirt of her sex.
Without any recovery, I flipped her onto her back and slammed into her missionary style as she pulled and massaged her breasts and nipples. Grunting with each thrust, Liz cried out, “Cum in me! Fill me up baby!” I kissed her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, when the boiling point in my balls exceed the limit, my cum raced upward and outward, filling my lady’s pussy with all the cum I had. I collapsed and laid down on Liz, careful not to suffocate her with my weight. We held each other tight.
When we regained our strength, and with my cum running out of her pussy, we slowly stood up and saw no one was around, and then we ran naked hand-in-hand into the gulf waters to rinse our bodies. With Liz’s body tightly wrapped around mine, I easily floated us in sync with the rolling waves. It was heavenly to hold her close, to taste the salty water each time we kissed, and to watch the moon’s glow dancing across the waters.
Minutes later, as we walked back toward the hotel, an older couple approached us, stopped and smiled, and thanked us for our brief nude jog into the water. They shared it brought back fond memories from their adventurous days and nights. We all laughed, and then Liz pointed to the secluded sand dunes, and stated it was a great place to create new romantic memories. With smiles, we left our separate ways.
At the poolside bar, instead of shooting more tequila shots, we ordered margaritas on the rocks, and swayed to the music the band was playing. Leaning against me, Lisa softly said, “Baby, I am getting sleepy, it’s been a long day, and a super exciting night. Let’s take our drinks, go to our room, shower and snuggle in bed. We barely opened our room door, when my cell phone rang. It was one of my Washington, DC, USAF athletics and events handlers, and I wondered, why in the hell would he call this late on a Friday night?
I answered with a somewhat frustrated, “Hello!” Rick apologetically said, “Ramrod,” I am so sorry to bother you and your lady on a Friday night. This is important and it can’t wait until Monday.” I slumped down into one of the cushioned chairs and let him know I was listening. He asked me to turn my phone’s speaker on so Liz could also be on the call. As Liz sat across my lap, she let him know she was with me and could hear him. After introducing himself and explaining how he became aware of her and her athletic background, he jumped into the newest USAF proposal.
“As you know, our USAF military recruitment and retention rates are drastically below acceptable levels. Senior air staff directed us to identify and implement new and successful recruiting initiatives for both officer and enlisted ranks. “Ok? How do we fit in?” I spoke. “Here it is… You two are requested to be our new USAF athletic campaign Ambassadors, focused on select IRONMAN® and Half-IRONMAN® competitions, large community events, the major marathons and nationwide sporting events. Liz, laughed and blurted out, “What?”
I informed Rick, Liz was not 100% aware of my previous involvements and to what extent. “Liz, Zach has served as a key USAF athletic Ambassador for over three years now. His role included public marketing events, tradeshows, sporting events, conventions, and radio, television and various streaming blogs and shows. We, need you to be the new female USAF ambassador completing the same role. Often, you two will partner and work together, and at times, you will work solo.”
“Why the call and why at 10:30 on a Friday evening?” I asked. Rick responded, “Tuesday of next week, two of our senior marketing and advertising managers, along with a photographer, will be at Maxwell AFB to meet both of you. You need to look sharp and wear your service dress uniform. Also, be prepared to change into some new triathlon and other sportswear, shoes and outerwear that will be provided. Liz, we guessed your clothing and shoe sizes, changes can be made.”
“Rick, as before, you did not receive our commitment nor agreement to support this initiative, especially as it applied to Liz’s involvement.” I argued. “Zach, you know the decision was settled. We must move forward! I emailed both of you the proposed competition schedule so you can assess your training situation. The first major event is the Coeur d’ Alene (Idaho) IRONMAN® the third week of June.” “SHIT!” I shouted. “That is three weeks after we graduate from SOS, and it is the hardest IRONMAN® course in the USA!”
“What do you need to be ready?” Rick asked. I winked at Liz and mouthed, “Free shopping time,” and she smiled. “We will send you our itemized equipment list, without any substitutes, by Sunday at the latest. All ordered equipment must be professionally built and delivered by Wednesday. Plus, we need two free afternoons (Tuesday and Friday) for the remainder of SOS, weekend hotel reservations at Lake Martin, updated USAF Gold Credit Cards (with no set limit to cover hospitality and dinner expenses), additional food and nutrients allowance, gas mileage, laundry services, etc. Just as before — you want us to be professional USAF Ambassadors, then you need to compensate us accordingly — And just as you do with the USAF Thunderbird crew!” “Got it…!” stated Rick and he hung up.
Liz looked at me with a wide-eyed expression and said, “WTF just happened to me and my military career?” Laughing, I said, “Lover, not to worry, your career is perfectly safe! You are now entering the wild and crazy world of ultra high-end sports performance and celebrity status engagements. Previously, I wasn’t allowed, nor did I care to discuss my events and media participations, the additional compensations and all the outlandish MAJOR sporting events attendance. You will love it! Plus, this means we spend many days and weeks together.”
We held each other tight, kissed and realized we both smelled like seawater — we needed a long shower. Once inside the shower, Liz told me to sit on the floor and she folded into my arms, stating this was her safe place. I could tell she had a million questions, so I suggested we depart tomorrow morning and fly to Atlanta and visit a great bike shop there. That would allow us to order our new top-of-the-line triathlon bikes and shop for every possible piece of equipment we would need to train. “Joking?” Liz asked? I shook my head sideways and drew her closer.
Cleaned, we laid in bed naked. “Zach, what have you gotten me into and why me?” Liz needed to know. “First, it wasn’t me. It was the Chimney Rock jump that started your potential USAF Ambassador adventure. The jump CD, the SOS commander kept, where do you think it was delivered? Yes, Air University is mandated to be on the lookout for the next leader or positive Ambassadors. And why you? You are beautiful beyond description, highly intelligent, an extreme athlete, accomplished IRONMAN®, the epitome of an USAF officer, kind, friendly, photogenic, etc. Bottom-Line — You Blow-Away all the Requirements! More importantly, that’s why they chose you?” “They chose me?” She asked with a smile and wink.
She held me tight and said, “I love you!” I smiled and said, “I know! And I love you!” Laughing, she said, “But I’m going to miss my weekend on the Gulf.”
Early Saturday morning, and after enjoying a large breakfast, with an updated flight plan to Dobbins AFB, GA, north of Atlanta, and a change of flight notification to the Maxwell AFB “AERO CLUB,” we were close to leaving sunny Destin. With my plane inspection completed, we lifted off over the Gulf of Mexico and vectored northeast for the 2 1/2 hour flight. Wearing her headset, Liz jokingly thanked me for the romantic overnight in Destin. An hour into the flight we encountered some pop-up turbulent weather that tossed our plane up and down, and side to side. I reached for an empty throw-up bag and handed it to Liz, and she shot me a look as if to say, “Yeah, Right!” Once again, she showed me how tough of a fighter she was.
After we landed in the Atlanta metro area, we secured an Uber ride to the bike shop and spoke directly with their most experienced bike builder. We explained our situation, addressed the rush for both bike assembly and delivery to Maxwell AFB, Alabama, the deadline delivery date and time. Three hours later, and after emailing the invoice exceeding $24,000.00 to Rick, and with his returned approval, the bike shop guaranteed their work completion, and delivery. As we headed out the door, the on-duty sales manager stopped us, thanked us for our military service and awesome business, and told us to go select a complete training outfit, courteous of the store’s owners.
Holding hands as we walked out the store, Liz said, “Zach, you acted like that was no big deal ordering all that equipment!” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “It is simply part of the process. Like I said last night, just like the USAF Thunderbirds demonstration team, the USAF only wanted the very best in all of their advertising and marketing campaigns. You would quickly understand.”
After another Uber ride, we enjoyed lunch in the Buckhead district of Atlanta and then headed back to Dobbins AFB, where I completed all of the predeparture procedures, paperwork, refueling and plane inspection. As we were cleared to taxi, I walked Liz through all the steps required in order to complete a safe takeoff. Once cleared, we rolled down the runway and lifted off for our flight back to the base in Montgomery.
Liz asked what it felt like to pilot a plane, so I told her to gently rest her hands on the control wheel, as I disengaged the autopilot, and lifted my hands up in the air. She flipped out when the nose of the plane suddenly took a dip downward. I reassured her it was fine, then I pointed out the vertical and horizontal horizon display, and indicated where the nose and wings of the plane should be resting.
After a few minutes, she had mastered this part of flying. Unfortunately, she was totally unaware of how busy my hands and feet were controlling the rudder, vertical stabilizer, flaps, communications, airspeed and descent angle. Soon, we landed at Maxwell AFB, taxied to the “AERO CLUB,” parked, refueled the plane, and settled the payment for the rental — which would be billed to the USAF.
Once in the Jeep, we returned to our quarters, and decided to go on a ten-mile run around the base. As Liz stripped off her clothes, her perfect ass wiggled right in front of my face, and I knew later that Saturday night, I was going to fuck it nice and hard. She smiled and read my thoughts, and said, “Are you missing my tiny ass?” I smiled and shook my head up and down. She watched me tie my last shoe, opened the door, and she ran off without waiting on me.
The early afternoon rain, combined with the high humidity, and the sun created a sauna effect as we ran just over ten miles. Not knowing the gym closed at 4:00 on Saturday afternoon, forced us to search for alternate water and hydration solutions. The base’s gas station sold cold water and rehydration drinks. Fortunately, Liz remembered to bring her debit card, so we were able to purchase refreshing liquids. Our running outfits were soaked, and with numerous dried salt deposits adhered.
Stretching out our tired muscles, we agreed to shower, don our swimwear, and then head to the pool for an hour of lap swimming. Between dodging kids, teenagers and adults, our plan to swim laps was not going to happen. So, instead, we dried off, found two sundeck chairs, enjoyed the late afternoon sun and ordered two margaritas on the rocks. Looking at each other, we realized we were super hungry and tired. Clothed with what we wore over to the pool, we found a table near the outdoors bar and ordered an early dinner, along with two more margaritas.
Tim and Jill, a couple from our Lake Martin weekend, stopped by to say hello. After inviting them to join us for a drink, they too were hungry, so they quickly placed their food order. We shared lots of laughs, tales and secrets as it pertained to Lake Martin. Jill asked what we had enjoyed over the first part of the weekend and Liz replied, “Zach, surprised me and last night we flew down to Destin, Florida for the weekend. Unfortunately, late last night an important work call turned our foreseeable future plans upside down, and this morning we flew to Atlanta for about five hours, and then we flew back here. We ran ten miles and came here to swim laps. Now we were three margaritas into the night.” Jill covered her mouth, said, “WTF and why?” I looked at Zach and asked him to explain what transpired and what our future might look like.
He explained, through our successful IRONMAN® and marathon competitions, we had been selected to serve as USAF Ambassadors at various upcoming athletic competitions and supporting USAF various recruiting campaigns. Under no circumstance would we be removed from our current roles and responsibilities. Jill promised not to tell anyone, and she ordered another round of tequila shots. Where did Tim go, we inquired? She sighed and said, “All he was good for was an occasional fuck, as he had been fucking other classmates.”
With the next shot of tequila swallowed, both Liz and Jill appeared very tipsy, if not drunk. I noticed they kept accidentally touching each other’s arms and then legs, and each time, they both innocently looked at me to see how I responded. Out of nowhere, Jill said, “I need to confess…! That night up at Lake Martin, in the back of the Jeep, I wanted you two to watch me suck Tim and get fingered in both holes. That fulfilled one of my two big sexual fantasies.” I knew Liz was turned on when she asked, “Okay, the second unfulfilled fantasy……?” Jill smiled, and quietly said, “I long to experience a FFM threesome.”
Liz gulped, sat up straight and looked directly into my eyes, and anxiously waited for me to reply. I cautiously looked at both, smiled, and said, “That’s a decision you two would need to make and live with any potential post experience consequences. For me, honesty and trustworthiness were the important factors.” Both ladies, called out, “One more round of tequila please!” Jill looked at Liz and asked, “Have you before?” l almost pissed my shorts to keep from laughing. Liz wildly shook her head side-ways, indicating an emphatic hell no! We gulped down the last shot of tequila, paid our bills, and together we began our casual walk back to our quarters.
Liz grabbed my hand tightly and smiled like a Cheshire cat. When we were at Jills’s door, we stopped, and she thanked us for listening to her and not being judgmental. I said, “Jill, we all have secret sexual and/or romantic desires residing in our inner self. The biggest question is…. what do you do or how do you act upon, those desires?” Liz hugged Jill to let her know everything was well between the two of them. She wrapped her arms around me and forced her breasts against my chest. Personally, I’d enjoy sucking and biting on her big fake tits as she swallows my load of cum. When finished with me, Jill immediately took Liz’s face between her hands and gently kissed her now quivering lips.
“Holy Shit!” Liz gasped and spoke! “Did that really happen?”
Liz pulled me down the walkway to my room, begged me to quickly open the door, and once inside, she yanked our clothes off. Dropping to her knees, she swallowed my hardness with a vengeance and began to finger her sloppy-wet pussy. “Do you?” I asked. “I can’t say NO, but I’m afraid to say YES!” was Liz’s reply. Grabbing her now submissive head, I began to feed her my entire length. Her slurping and gagging sounds echoed around the room.
Knock, Knock, Knock….
I told Liz, “Answer if that is what you desire. Or! Do not answer and bury this moment for the rest of our time. Either way, I will understand. I love you and want you to experience all you desire.”
Knock, Knock, Knock….
Liz slid one of my big T-shirts over her head, fluffed her hair, looked at me and winked, blew me a kiss, and slowly opened the door. Jill stood there, wearing only a tiny lace cover-up top, and holding an unopened bottle of tequila and three shot glasses. Inviting her in, the ladies giggled and laughed as they bumped into each other. I asked if they preferred some girl-to-girl private time, and both indicated Hell No! Liz said, “Baby, we are in this, whatever this might be, together!”
I stood up naked and walked to the refrigerator to get some sliced limes, and then I grabbed the saltshaker. As I turned around Jill’s face was entranced with my hardness, and her face was red, and her mouth was gapping wide-open.
“Well, someone is ready to get this fun party started!” Jill cracked loudly. In an instant, Liz removed my T-shirt, and she was totally naked as well. As we looked into Jill’s eyes, she unbuttoned the two tiny buttons and let her top fall to the floor. Liz licked her lips as Jill unsnapped her tight bra and displayed her massive tits, and then seductively lowered her thong to proudly display her well-trimmed pussy bush. “Tequila, por favor! Mucho Tequila!” moaned Liz. We all laughed and slid down to the floor and began our new journey.
With all the pillows on the floor, the three of us slowly moved closer, and we began a time of sensual exploration using only our fingers. Jill tapped Liz’s leg, and slowly pushed her strong legs wide open. The moisture of Liz’s pussy captured Jill’s attention, need and desires. With her wink, Jill leaned over and softly kissed Liz on her lips, a kiss that ignited a flashfire of passion and lust. Both new lovers pulled each other together, their nipples rubbed, their shoulders and arms fought for their desired closeness, their tongues began to fuck each other’s mouth, and their moans created a harmonic sexual duet.
I sipped on another shot of tequila, while they moved into a sixty-nine position and enjoyed their first taste of pussy. Like watching a lesbian porn movie, Jill kissed Liz’s thighs and pussy lips, while Liz licked Jills’s asshole, and rubbed her clit. Their legs, wrapped around each other, drew them closer, and closer to their orgasm. Jill’s pussy was now forcefully fucked by Liz’s three fingers, and she lapped at the large clit hood and clit. Jill double-teamed Liz’s ass and pussy, as she slammed her fingers in and out, as fast as she should.
Liz warned out loud, she was going to cum and squirt, and at the same moment, Jill raised up on her knees and began to feverously rub her clit and cry out, “Liz, I’m cumming….!” Squirt upon squirt covered Liz’s face, mouth and breasts. Liz pushed Jill’s face to the floor, straddled her, and rubbed and fingered her pussy until she bucked hard, and squirted her blasts into Liz’s open mouth, face and all down the front of her body. Both gasped and struggled to calm their sexual emotions down and they reached for one another, as they kissed and licked each other’s cum and squirt.
I clapped my hands, reached for my wallet and jokingly threw all my money at them and onto the carpet. Both rolled me onto my back, kissed me repeatably, and sucked on my nipples. Liz whispered into Jill’s ear, and they both slid down and sucked my hard cock in tandem. While one sucked on my pulsating thick head, the other sucked my balls and licked up and down on my hardness. I wanted to taste Jill’s big pussy and to enjoy her softness. I pulled her toward my face, and she immediately covered my mouth and nose. Just like Liz, her juices freely flowed into my hungry mouth, as I reached behind her and slid two large fingers inside her ass.
Liz, not to be left out, squatted down, and slowly sank down onto my rock-hard cock, and loudly called out my name. All three of us moaned and enjoyed the immense pleasures of our threesome, but with the fast pace we were fucking, we knew our orgasms were near. Jill begged Liz to let me fuck her and cum deep inside her hot pussy. Liz, said, “Yes, but you must pay the price for this cock!” Jill kissed Liz and literally pulled her off of me. My thickness and length were much more than the norm of her previous lovers. She asked me to be patient, but I said out loud, “Fuck It!” And I slammed my entire length deep into her pussy and banged hard against her hymen. With her loud gasp, she reached and pinched my nipples hard.
Jill’s big fake tits bounced and rubbed all over my face, and Liz moved in behind her and licked her ass and slide one-two-three fingers in and out. Jill screamed “WTF?” Liz laughed and smiled saying, “My Bitch, you just paid half the price for fucking my man!” Faster she finger fucked Jill’s ass, and that made her bounce up and down as hard and as fast as she could on my dick. When I was ready to cum, I held Jill’s hip and I grunted like a wild animal and fired spurt after long spurts of my cum up in her well-stretched pussy. That sent her into a wild frenzy of cumming, squirting and kissing Liz and me. Jill not capable for any more immediate sex, collapsed on my chest, and this offered Liz and her the opportunity to suck, clean and eat our mixture of sex juices.
Again, we all cuddled and enjoyed a couple more tequila shots. Liz placed her head on my lap and Jill rested her head on Liz’s stomach, as we all munched on chips and dip. Our conversation scampered down many rabbit holes of laughter, fun, lust and sexual fantasies. Jill was definitely more sexually experienced and intrigued than Liz would ever contemplate. For some reason, the three of us were slowly touching, rubbing and gently finger-fucking each other’s ass. Liz, my angel, moved around and started sucking my cock, and fingering my ass. Jill was under some hypnotic spell, and she only stared and quietly moaned each time I slid two of my long fingers into her ass
Liz had her plan all mentally prepared, and she jumped up and ran into my bathroom to grab a bottle of lotion. Upon her return, she told Jill to get on all fours, and after she handed me the lotion, she did the same, facing Jill. Looking at us, Liz said, “Jill this is the other half of the price for fucking Zach!” Are you ready for the best ass-fucking?” Jill nodded yes and leaned over and seductively kissed Liz. I applied gobs of lotion onto and into both of these sexy ladies’ ass. After pouring lotion all over my cock, I knelt behind Jill, lined up my cock against her puckered hole. After some teasing and small penetrations, I told Jill to hang on, and I pressed hard and with her loud grunts, Jill’s ass opened up and became mine. Within four strokes, my balls were banging against her thick ass.
Liz was busy fingering and rubbing her pussy as she watched Jill’s face quickly go from a grimace to immediate sexual ecstasy. “Jill cried out, “Oh SOB, my ass hurts so bad, but feels so amazing! I’m going to cum!” With those words, Liz jumped down and placed her face directly under Jill’s pussy. Her squirt was epic, it flew over and into Liz’s face, and down her sexy body. Over and over Jill would tremble, growl, flex her thighs and another blast of cum exploded out of well-used body.
After her ass fucking, Jill lowered her face onto Liz’s, and they slowly began to lick and eat her juices and cum. Locked together, their kisses were passionate, loud, soft, fast and what seemed to be endless. As I slid behind Liz, she shook and wiggled her tiny ass, inviting me to enjoy her ultra tight sex hole. Applying extra lotions to my fingers, I slowly and gently massaged her tiny star, and teased the opening over and over. When my finger encountered her tight barrier, I gently massaged and rubbed it until I felt the resistance slowly give way. After I kissed Liz’s neck and back, she knew it was time, and she pushed her ass against my cock.
Liz asked Jill to rub her clit and to finger her pussy, especially when the head of my cock entered her tiny hole and battled with her anal muscle. With two somewhat forceful pushes, we all felt my cock as it began its journey deep into my lover’s bowels. Jill expressed her amazement and excitement as she felt my cock move in and out of Liz’s ass. Aware of her anal pace and limited endurance, I wanted to ensure she got off and felt totally relaxed and taken. Her body shook as my long cock pressed deep and fast, as she cried out in pain and pleasure… “Oh, Zach, baby, more please, more, I love it!” With her permission, I knew the time was now, so I began to drill deep and pull out, and I rammed my thick cock back deep into her tiny asshole.
Liz moaned and directed Jill to slide under her pussy and to lick and suck on her aching clit. My entire muscular system worked in unison as I pumped her ass, spanked her hard, pulled on her shoulders and then we froze in time. She squirted with such a massive and uncontrollable force and filled Jill’s hungry and lapping tongue and mouth. Her body forcefully rocked back and forth, and up and down as she squirts began to slow down, but my sexual experience raged onward. Feeling my need to explode, I hung on tightly until Liz descended from her sexual height.
Jill’s face and hair was 100% wet and covered with pussy juices and my precum. I said it was my time to cum, and both Liz and Jill quickly began to lick and suck on my cock. Both of their hands worked me up and down, all the while they took turns licking my piss hole. When I could not hold back, I pushed them off and immediately my spunk burst forth and ropes flew over and all over my two lovers’ faces and mouths. Stroking harder and faster, I felt a fast arising second orgasm and it caught them off-guard and my cum shot down over their breasts. Whooped, I dropped over my two ladies, and we all kissed, licked, played with and ate each other’s cum.