I awoke the
next morning to somebody gently shaking me. I opened my eyes to see
Judy standing over me.
“What?”
I groaned. She didn't say anything, instead placing a single finger
on my lips and beckoning me to follow her. I decided to humor her and
heaved my ass out of bed. As quietly as the residual drowsiness
allowed, I followed Judy to the bathroom. At first I thought we were
sneaking out again to have another wank session, but then I noticed
that Kelly and Manu's bed was empty. A cursory glance at the curtains
did not reveal any tell-tale silhouettes, so they weren't on the
balcony either.
Judy was
standing by the bathroom door, holding it open by maybe a half inch,
motioning me to peek inside with her other hand. I was slowly piecing
together what she wanted to show me, so I carefully peered inside
with one eye. And lo and behold, there they were. Kelly was bent
forward, supporting herself with one hand on the sink, the other one
just out of view between her legs. Manu stood behind her, both hands
firmly planted on her hips as he thrust into her with rapid yet
deliberate motions. Neither of them made much noise; from where I
stood I could just about hear Manu's panting and the occasional sigh
from Kelly. Manu leaned forward and began to nuzzle Kelly's neck and
shoulder. I figured he was gently biting her, because she flinched
and uttered a surprised squeak.
“Shhhh,”
he whispered into her ear.
“Sorry.
Don't stop.” Her words came out in breathy bursts, like she had
been running. Manu continued his thrusting and I could faintly hear
as his balls slapped against her, as well as the distinct wet noises
of her rubbing her pussy. I moved away from my spot by the door and
turned back towards Judy. Her eyes were wide open.
“Did they
see you?” she whispered. I shook my head. She took me by the hand
and we tip-toed back to our bed. I lay flat on my back and stared at
the ceiling, attempting to process what I had just watched. Judy laid
down on her side, one leg draped over mine.
“So?”
she asked.
“Huh?”
I turned away from the ceiling to look at her.
“What do
you think?”
“Oh, you
know. Just the things you normally think about when you see your
sister have sex with your best friend.” I let out a nervous laugh.
Judy rolled over further, to where she was almost on top of me. Her
face was almost touching mine, and she whispered into my ear:
“Let me
rephrase my question: was that hot or what?”
“I don't
know. Kind of weird when you think about it.”
“It got
you hard, didn't it?” She gently caressed the length of my swollen
shaft.
“I wake
up like that every day. Now I got to ask, did it get you wet?” My
fingertips trailed down her stomach, brushed her strip of short silky
pubic hair, and briefly ventured out to the inside of her thigh
before finding the crease between her lips. She was dripping wet. I
wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Judy
began to grind her hips against me, and I could feel her wetness on
my thigh. When our lips parted again, Judy whispered:
“Wait a
second, I got something.” She crawled to the edge of the bed to
rummage through her bag and returned with a small cardboard box.
“What's
that?” I asked. Judy opened the box and held up something in a
distinct square wrapper. I grinned.
“You came
prepared, huh?”
“Yep. I
always buy latex-free because I'm allergic,” she answered, entirely
missing my point. I took the condom from her and proceeded to unwrap
it. I had barely put it on when she climbed on top of me and lined up
the tip of my dick with her pussy. I watched it part her glistening
wet lips as she guided me inside herself. I am just a hair above
average in terms of size, let's give it six and a half inches, but it
felt much longer because of how slowly she lowered herself onto me.
For a second we just looked at each other, savoring the moment. Then
I reached up to massage her breasts, weighing them in my hands, using
my thumb to play with her nipples. She put her head back, her hair
falling freely behind her shoulders, and let out a quiet “mmmhhhhh”.
I began to move my pelvis up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
Judy brought her head forward again and began to gently touch her
clit with her index finger. Her free hand massaged my chest before
wandering upwards and caressing my cheek. Out of a whim, I reached
for the hand that was rubbing her pussy, pulled it towards my face
and licked her juices off her fingers, one by one. Judy leaned
forward until her upper body rested entirely on mine, causing her
hair to fall forward over her shoulders. I will never get tired of
its intoxicating scent.
“You can
go faster,” she said.
I lowered
my hands from her back and grabbed hold of her hips. As I quickened
my pace, I pulled her into me with every thrust.
“How does
that feel?” I asked.
“Tan
bien. Sigue adelante.”
“What?”
I wasn't expecting her to fall into Spanish. Judy giggled.
“Feels
good. Don't stop.”
I obliged.
I don't know how long we kept going like this, and looking back I am
surprised Kelly or Manu didn't interrupt us. At that time, we had
forgotten all about them as we lay there with our arms wrapped around
each other, the heat building up between our bodies, staring into
each others eyes. This time Judy was the first one to orgasm. She had
the self-control to press her lips together and suppress her moans,
but I could feel her breaths hitting me rapidly and forcefully as she
climaxed. Her pussy contracted multiple times, like a strong hand
squeezing my dick, and she collapsed on top of me. I wasn't quite
there yet, but I wanted to giver her minute, so I gently rolled her
off me and pulled out.
“What are
you doing?” she asked. “Keep fucking me. I want to feel you cum.”
If that was
her wish, who was I to say no? This time I was on top, holding myself
up with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other one. Judy's
mouth was agape with an expression of pure joy, and when I slid my
tongue in between her lips, she playfully sucked it like it was a
Popsicle. As I leaned forward, she pulled me into herself and held me
in a tight embrace. With her arms and legs wrapped around me, her
scent in my nostrils, and her skin against mine, it felt as though we
were fused together. Judy whispered something into my ear in Spanish.
I didn't ask what it meant because by then I was well past the point
of no return. I erupted in an orgasm that sent convulsions up my
spine.
I took my
time to catch my breath. I made no effort to get off of Judy, and she
didn't seem to want me going anywhere. She kept her legs around me
while she gently kissed my neck and cheek and ran a finger through my
hair. When I looked her in the eye, she pulled me in for a kiss. This
one was different, a lighter touch with no tongue play involved. We
slowly rolled over onto our sides and I pulled my gradually shrinking
erection out of her. While I carefully pulled the condom off me, Judy
got up off the bed and walked over to the bathroom door.
“Wait,
Kelly and Manu are still in there,” I warned her.
“Fuck,
you're right. But I really need to pee.” She laughed. “Wait, I
think they're done.”
Kelly and
Manu did come out a few minutes later. Manu was wearing a towel
around his waist, probably to hide what I like to call a residual
hard-on. I waited until Judy was done peeing before I hopped in the
shower with her.
“Who is
this new Judy?” I asked. “I like her.”
“What do
you mean?” She looked at me with one raised eyebrow.
“I mean
the part where we went outside to masturbate together in the middle
of the night, and just now you spontaneously rode my dick right after
we woke up. I was just wondering where that came from.”
“Oh,
that?” She laughed. “I've always loved to fuck. Nothing new about
that.”
That was as
far as that conversation went, because Manu stuck his head in the
bathroom.
“Wanna go
to the beach? I'm feeling a swim.”
“But we
all just took a shower,” I remarked.
“You can
rinse off afterwards, they got showers out there,” Judy retorted.
“Also, we've been here for two days now and we haven't gone
swimming in the ocean yet. There is something wrong with that if you
ask me.”
Not much
has to be said about our trip to the beach other than that it was
great. As an athletic swimmer, Kelly was in her element, swimming
literal circles around the rest of us. I was content with swimming
out as far as I was comfortable with, and then letting the waves
carry me back to the beach. I don't mean to sound like a broken
record here, but I want to stress one more time just how liberating
it feels when you don't have to deal with a wet swimsuit sticking to
your ass.
Swimming
takes a lot of energy out of you, so after maybe and hour we got out
of the water and found some reclining chairs to just hang out in
until we got hungry and headed to the Bajacu Comedor for lunch. To
avoid the sun and the heat, we chose to sit inside. The interior of
the restaurant was decorated with a vast collection of artwork,
mostly nineteenth century paintings and sculptures. I knew what
period the art from because I am a huge nerd for paintings. I don't
paint myself, I just like looking at them.
“Do you
think those are real?” Kelly asked, pointing at the paintings
around us.
“Absolutely
not,” I responded. “I am willing to bet those are reproductions,
because nobody in their right mind would put the originals in a room
full of potentially drunk tourists.”
“Haha,
true. I really like that one.” She pointed to a picture behind me.
I turned around.
“The
'Femme au Coquillage'? Yeah, I like that one, too. It's one of my
favorites actually.”
“Once I
grow my hair out, I'll look like her, kind of,” Kelly mused. For
those who don't know, “Femme au Coquillage” is a painting by
William Adolphe Bouguerau, depicting a young woman with red hair
kneeling on a beach, naked, holding a conch to her ear. Kelly pointed
at another painting, far across the room. “That one already looks a
lot like me.”
We all
turned our heads and had a short laugh. Kelly was pointing at a
reproduction of Courbet's “L'Origine du Monde”, because of course
a place like this would have that painting on display. I don't fell
like describing it, y'all can google it for yourself.
“Do you
want to go to Abismo?” Manu proposed. “I saw that they got an
industrial theme night kind of thing going on today.”
“Hell
yeah, I wanna go to Abismo,” Judy concurred.
“What is
Abismo?” I inquired.
“It's a
night club in Cigua.”
“Kyle and
I, we are not exactly the clubbing type,” Kelly said.
“But you
go to metal concerts all the time!” Judy was incredulous.
“That is
totally different,” I responded.
“How?”
Judy asked. “You go out, listen to loud music, dance with a bunch
of strangers, drink – or don't drink – and have a good time.
Where is the big difference?”
“Metal
concerts have better music!” Kelly wanted to argue, but I stepped
in.
“You know
what, fine. We will try this club. But we are not staying all night,
okay?” I looked around and got three nods.
“Okay, we
won't stay all night. How long is that for you?” Manu asked. Kelly
had an immediate response.
“Two
hours, and we leave around eleven.”
“Deal,”
Manu said. “Start hydrating.”
We got
together with all four of our parents later that day for a family vs
family volleyball match. I don't remember who won, because it didn't
matter to anybody, but I remember seeing the tattoo on Luz abdomen
for the first time. It shows a sun casting rays of light over a
grassy plain. After the game, I asked her what it means.
“I got it
two years after Judy and Manu were born, to cover up the scar from
the C-section,” Luz explained happily. “The Roman numerals
XXII-III-MCMXCIII stands for 22-3-1993, their birthday. Judith's name
is in the grass down here on my right, Manuel's is to the left.”
For some
reason, that night I was craving barbecue like my life depended on
it. I had a feeling Alvo knew where to find some smoked meats, and he
did. We got dressed, Judy called us a taxi, and we took off to Gordo
Mateo's in Cigua. The barbecue was as good as Alvo had made it out to
be, and my Texan sensibilities were well pleased.
Remember
the guy from the ice cream parlor from the day before? You probably
don't, but Judy did, because she made a point to stop by that
specific place after dinner. The rest of us were not in the mood for
dessert, so we just left her to it while we went into a nearby
supermarket. Manu made a beeline for the Gatorade, getting a bottle
for each of us.
“When I
said start hydrating, that was no joke,” he explained.
“Okay...”
Kelly and I exchanged looks of amusement and confusion as we timidly
accepted our drinks. When we left the store, we could see Judy
strolling toward us across the park.
“Where's
your ice cream?” I asked her when she got to our side of the
street.
“What?”
“You went
all the way over there to the ice cream place, but you didn't get
anything?”
“Oh,”
She laughed. “That's not why I went over there. Let's walk over
there and sit down, I'll show you what I got.”
We followed
her over to the park until she found a shady spot away from all the
other clusters of people. We sat down and Judy laid it out for us.
“I'm
gonna get straight to the point: I got us two beans of molly to help
us get turned the fuck up tonight. That is why I was talking to the
ice cream guy yesterday.”
“You got
us two what of the what?” I asked. I am not savvy to the lingo,
okay?
“Ecstasy,
basically,” Judy responded. “I'm gonna guess and say y'all have
never tried it?”
Kelly and I
shook our heads.
“You
don't have to do it tonight if you don't want to. But if you do, Manu
and I will look out for you,” Judy assured us.
“And Judy
and I will be less annoying to be around when all of us are rolling,”
Manu added.
“So what
is it like?” I asked.
“It is so
much fun if you do it right. The first time we did it, we had a
blast,” Manu answered.
“You two
did ecstasy together?” Kelly was dumbfounded. “When did that
happen?”
“Shit, we
never told you about that?”
Kelly and I
shook our heads. Judy went on:
“You know
Gear Elf, right? The band?”
We nodded.
“So, Manu
and I were down in Abilene to see Gear Elf live. We had heard some
wild stories about their shows, and let me tell you, they were all
true. If you only listen to their shit on the albums, you would have
no idea how fucking high those guys get before they play.”
“Was it
good?” I asked.
“No!”
Manu answered. “That is the problem. By the time they get on stage,
their singer is so blasted that he can't sing, he just screams
slurred noises. So Judy and I thought, if we get our own drugs, we
might be somewhat able to enjoy their show.”
“Did it
work?”
“Yes and
no.” Judy laughed. “His singing was still terrible, but we were
too high to give a fuck. We just danced and partied until it was time
to go back to our hotel. Good times.”
“Can I
see it?” I asked.
“Sure.”
Judy produced a small zip lock bag from her pocket. Inside it were
two small pills of a lightly purple color. I don't know why, but I
had expected MDMA to look more foreign or intimidating. Those two
little pills were neither. I looked at Kelly.
“Why did
you only get two?” Kelly asked.
“Trust
me, two is all we need,” Judy responded.
“I'll
give it a go,” I declared.
“Same,”
said my sister.
Judy wasted
no time in retrieving a pill from its bag, bit off half of it and
handed me the other piece. Manu did the same with his, sharing it
with Kelly. He then urged everyone to get their Gatorade out, holding
up his own as in a toast.
“Ready?
This is to a badass night out.”
Everybody
swallowed their little purple chunk and washed it down with Gatorade.
Everybody except me, that is. I made the mistake of trying to chew it
before I got the hint. I tell you what, that shit is bitter and
tastes like ass. Once we finished our drinks, we called a taxi and
took off to this place called Abismo.
Kelly
already brought it up, but I want to reiterate one more time that my
sister and I are not exactly the target demographic for night clubs.
So when I say here that Abismo was pretty cool for a night club, that
is saying something. I didn't have much of a palate for the music, so
I cannot speak to that other than that it was mostly loud, bass-heavy
and aggressive. But I can give you a run down of how the place looked
from the inside. Oh, you thought the architecture tangents were over?
Hell no! From the outside, Abismo looks way to small to hold a night
club. But once you get inside and make your way past the bar, you are
standing on a gallery looking down onto the main dance floor.
Directly opposite to your side of the room is another gallery, except
this one is more of a metal grate catwalk, and in place of a banister
it is equipped metal bars going all the way to the ceiling. The
majority of the club is below ground level, which explains why it's
called Abismo. From your spot on the gallery, you take a left or
right and descend a set of stairs into the dance floor proper. I
can't say what color the walls are, because it changes every few
seconds with the pulsating indirect lights projected from pillars
reaching from the ground all the way up to the ceiling. The dominant
colors are purple, green and gold. On the wall opposite you, you
would see the DJ's tables, except they are not backed by a wall but
by an aquarium that bathes the surrounding area in cyan light.
Because of course somebody put a god damn aquarium in there.
Seriously, I need to talk about that for a minute. I mean, is that
not unhealthy for the fish? How do they sleep with all those flashing
lights around them? Do fish even sleep? Doesn't the loud music
disorient them?
Enough with
the interior decoration, I promise. Like I said, Kelly and I weren't
feeling it at first. We both got a drink at the bar and went
downstairs to stand off to the side of the dance floor like a bunch
of awkward teenagers at a school dance. Meanwhile, Judy and Manu
threw themselves into the action and basically drowned in the sea of
bodies. Or I should say they were drowned out by the other party
goers around them.
If you paid
attention earlier (unlike me), you would recall that that night,
Abismo was having an industrial night. What is industrial? I am not
qualified to explain that to any satisfactory extent, so I am just
going to describe what I saw around me. The people around us were,
almost without exception, clad in black. Black dresses, black shirts,
black skirts, black combat boots, black catsuits. But not everything
was black-on-black. Men and women alike sported bright, colorful
accents like white dreadlocks, striped leggings, fishnet gloves or
stockings in bubblegum pink or mint green. Besides black, the
dominant color for make-up was green, and of those who had applied
glow paint to their bodies, most had chosen blue or yellow.
I tried to
make conversation with Kelly, but the volume of the music limited us
to pointing at things and yelling. I tried to ask her if she knew
just where in the world our friends had taken us, when she pointed at
something above. I looked up and found myself looking at the
barred-off catwalk I pointed out earlier. Turns out, it was in fact a
stage. It was now inhabited by four figures, two male and two female,
with the men being entirely topless, and the women sporting only
bikinis and boots. All four had a sort of torch in each hand, which
they twirled around their bodies to draw fiery circles in the
darkness. When we initially got in, I was not a fan of this place. It
was a club and I was convinced that I didn't like clubs. But now I
was sold. Scantily clad dancers dancing with literal fire in front of
a towering aquarium of exotic fish – how is that not the coolest
thing you've heard all day? Even the music began to grow on me. In
the moment, I couldn't tell if it was the dancing girls or if the DJ
had somehow managed to tickle a fancy I didn't know I had. I watched
in awe as two of the dancers blew fire balls from their mouths, ten
feet above the crowd.
And that is
when the MDMA hit me.
I only
remember the following two hours in flashes and pops, and I cannot
string them together in any kind of chronological order. I remember
doing shots of Tequila with a girl I had met maybe five minutes
prior. I can't recall her name, what we talked about, or how we even
managed to hold a conversation. All I know is that she was beautiful
and funny and super cool and for the duration of our encounter, we
were the best of friends. I remember dancing with Judy, Manu and
Kelly. Tell you what, I can't dance for shit, but right then and
there nobody cared, least of all me. Despite a lack of lyrics, the
music spoke to me, guiding my movements and putting me in sync with
everybody around me. I remember bumping into a woman in the crowd,
but instead of pushing me away, she pulled me in to dance. She ran
her hands down my chest and stomach until they disappeared under the
seam of my T-shirt, which at that point must have been soaked with
sweat. I grabbed her hands and placed them back on my shoulders, a
gesture she understood as an invitation to plant a wet kiss on my
lips. I later found out that MDMA is also called the Love Drug, and
I know why. No sensation I had ever experienced in my life up to then
could compare to what feeling. It was so intense, I should be writing
this in all caps. Every beat of the music resonated not only in my
ears, but in a place deep inside me. The colors of the pulsating
lights and glow paint all around me were the most vibrant and
beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen. I danced with Judy like she
was the only woman I had ever desired and would ever desire. She
would grind her butt against my crotch, and I would follow the curves
of her body from her hips up to her tits and back down again. I could
feel the heat radiating off her, like her body had turned into a
furnace, which was only intensified by the occasional bursts of flame
being shot over our heads by the dancers from the catwalk. Every
caress of her hands, every inch of her skin underneath my fingertips
sent shocks of love and lust through my body. I could not keep my
hands off her, and she could not keep her lips off mine. And I didn't
want it any other way. In fact, I didn't want anything else but to be
close to this woman. Hold her. Kiss her. Lick her. Finger her. Fuck
her.
It was also
Judy who abruptly snapped me out of it, leading Kelly and me out of
the club by our hands. Manu was already waiting outside. I checked my
phone, it was a few minutes past ten. What had felt like twenty
minutes had in fact lasted two hours.
“Why are
we leaving?” I asked.
“You only
wanted to stay a few hours, right?” Judy responded.
“Yeah,
but that was...I mean...” I paused. “I guess I did say that.” I
laughed at my own words. For some reason, what I had just said was
the funniest thing I ever heard.
“Did you
have fun?” Judy asked.
“Are you
kidding? This is fucking awesome!” I know it's hard to imagine, but
I was having a great time just standing on the sidewalk outside of
the club. The tropical heat felt like a heavy blanket on my skin.
Down the street, somebody yelled at us in what I assume was French. I
smiled and waved at them. Going in, I hadn't given the street so much
as a second look, but now that it was dark and everything was lit up,
I was admiring all the color around me. I won't go off on another
tangent about architecture, just let it be said that MDMA is a great
time. But, uh, drugs are bad, okay?
Being high
as a flock of kites, we did what I told you not to do and took one of
those taxis waiting outside the club. Between the four of us, we paid
about 940 Dominican pesos for a ride of no more than ten minutes.
That would have been $22.11 in 2013. Looking back, I ain't even mad.
The driver earned it, because Manu sat up front, and he would not
stop talking for the entire ride. It was all in Spanish, so I didn't
understand it, and I didn't care. Wedged between my sister and me,
Judy was busy feeling us up. Rubbing my thigh with her left hand, she
caressed Kelly's cheek with her right.
“You're
hot,” she commented.
“Thank
you!” Kelly giggled.
“I meant
your face.” Judy turned around and ran her hand over my forehead.
“You too, Kyle. You two are on fire.”
“Is that
bad? Are we gonna die?”
“No no
no, chill. That is completely normal when you do molly,” she
assured us, then added “I can't wait to get back to the hotel and
get out of these clothes.”
“Why
wait?” Kelly laughed as she put her arm around Judy and pulled the
strap of her top down her shoulder, taking the bra strap with it.
“What are
you doing?” Judy laughed.
“Nothing.”
Kelly flashed a mischievous grin and plunged her left hand down
Judy's bra. Judy did not say another word but instead drew her in for
a kiss. Bless that cab driver for keeping his eyes on the road. I
would not be able to keep it together if all I saw in the rear view
mirror was two young women making out and fondling each other.
Once we got
back to our room, we could not get naked fast enough. Judy filled up
four glasses worth of tap water and insisted that everybody drink
one. Besides that, we didn't do much but lay on our beds and enjoy
the air conditioning. That is, until Judy got up and walked over to
Kelly and Manu's bed. Without a single word, she climbed on top of
Kelly and the two resumed their passionate make out session from
earlier. From that point onward, things just happened. Judy pulled
back from my sister's embrace, only to plant a kiss on her neck, then
her collar bone, making her way down until she arrived between her
legs. Kelly propped herself up on her elbows, her mouth agape in
amazement, while Judy ran a finger through her pubic hair. From
there, Judy's finger disappeared from view, but it was not hard to
imagine what it was doing. Kelly let out a series of low moans and
her eyebrows drew together in that cute little frown that some women
get when they are aroused. Judy gently brushed back the red tuft of
hair above Kelly's pussy and plunged her head between my sister's
legs. Kelly arched her back and threw her head backwards.
“Ooooohhh
yes right there!”
Judy was
kneeling in front of the bed, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
Her inner labia were fully engorged, wet and shimmering in the soft
light from our nightstand lamp. I could feel my dick resting on my
stomach, gently pulsing and growing more and more erect with every
beat of my heart. Manu hadn't stirred from his spot on the bed for
most of this. Kelly's loud moan woke him from his half-sleep and he
rolled over to see what was going on.
“I can't
leave you unattended for five minutes, can I?” he asked his sister.
Judy pulled away from Kelly's pussy and laughed.
“It's
okay, I found someone to keep me company.” Looking up at Kelly, she
asked “Do you want the boys to come and play?”
“Yes!”
Kelly answered between heavy breathing, along with the most
enthusiastic nod you can imagine. Judy wasted no time and buried her
face between my sister's legs again. Kelly dropped back down onto her
pillow, from where she looked up at the ceiling with her eyes and
mouth wide open. Manu rolled over to lay next to her, propping
himself up with his left arm while his right hand cupped her breast
and he began to roll her nipple between his fingertips. Kelly ran her
fingers through his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Her other hand
disappeared out of view, but by the movements of her arm I could tell
she was stroking Manu's dick. For a moment, our room was quiet except
for the wet sounds of Judy eating Kelly's pussy and Kelly making out
with Manu. My dick was now as hard as it could be, standing sticking
out from my body at a angle as if to point at something. I realized
that my hand was massaging my glans, and telling by the precum
forming at the tip, it had been doing that for a minute now.
Judy looked
up from my sister's pussy to speak.
“Where is
Kyle? Did he fall asleep?”
Kelly
parted with Manu's lips and turned her head toward me.
“Yeah,
Kyle, what the fuck are you doing just laying down over there?” I
realized I still had my dick in my hand and froze like a deer in the
headlights. But Kelly was not phased by that. “Come over here and
join us!”
She went
back to making out with Manu. Judy meanwhile set her body upright to
turn toward me, and her eyes instantly locked onto my erection. I did
not have to be told again. I got off the bed and walked up behind
her. The moment I was within her range, she took hold of my dick and
guided it into her mouth. In alternating movements, she would flick
the underside with her tongue and then suck on it with her lips. I
gently ran my hand over her silky dark hair as I enjoyed the warm,
wet sensation of her mouth on my cock. I admired her large brown eyes
as they stared up into mine. I had half the mind to just stay there
and let her suck me until I came, but I had other plans. I withdrew
from her wet embrace and dropped to my knees as well. My dick brushed
up against her butt as my arms wrapped around her until I was
weighing her large breasts in my hands. Tilting my head forward, I
leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth had an unfamiliar taste to it and I
realized she still had Kelly's juices on her lips and tongue. Instead
of making me question just what the fuck we were doing right then and
there, it reminded me that I was keeping her from pleasuring my
sister.
“I think
Kelly's pussy still needs more love,” I whispered into her ear. She
flashed me a grin and leaned forward toward my sister's eagerly
waiting lips. Just as she was about to go back to work, she looked at
me.
“What
about my pussy though? It's been needing some love all night.”
“I got
you.” I gave her a wink and ran my hands down to her hips. From
there my right hand slid around to her abdomen and followed the strip
of her pubic hair until I found that wonderful crease I was looking
for. Her pussy was practically radiating heat, and I could feel her
juices slowly run down my fingers as I ran them up and down her labia
before arriving at her clit. Her body shuddered and I could hear a
muffled moan originate from between Kelly's legs. I gently rubbed her
clitoral hood with two fingers. My free hand firmly massaged her
breast, my fingertips basically sinking into her soft skin.
Eventually I could not hold back any more. Looking down, I parted her
labia with one hand and guided my dick into position with the other.
In one slow, deliberate motion, I pushed forward until I was all the
way inside her. Judy pulled her head back once more and let out an
elongated moan, much louder than the last one. Slowly, I began to
thrust in and out of her, my hands alternating between massaging her
breasts and caressing her hips.
My gaze
wandered from Judy's hips up her back to her head, which was still
buried between Kelly's thighs. Kelly herself was reclining against a
pillow, with her head arched slightly back to meet Manu's lips. One
of her hands rested on Judy's head, as if to hold her in place, while
the fingers her other hand were grasping Manu's hair, locking him in
long, passionate kisses. Manu was still on his side, propping himself
up with his left arm. The hand of his right arm was wrapped around
his dick, stroking it at a moderate pace.
The muscles
in Judy's vagina tensed up around my dick, sending a jolt of pleasure
through my body. With it came an important realization: I was not
wearing a condom. I withdrew from her slippery warmth and leaned
forward to whisper into her ear.
“You got
any more of those condoms?”
When she
turned around to answer, her lips and chin were shiny with Kelly's
juices.
“In my
toiletry bag, in the little side pouch. Hurry up.”
I scurried
over to her nightstand, located the condoms in their little pouch,
and wasted no time in putting one on. In a brief moment of forward
thinking, I grabbed another one before I returned to the bed. This
was well received: Kelly had pulled back from Judy and was now
stroking Manu's erect cock. As I approached, she extended her free
hand and took the condom from me. She made an act of putting it on
him, rolling it down by stroking him, going a little further down his
shaft each time. Once it was on, Kelly straddled Manu, facing away
from him, and lined the tip of his dick up with her pussy. I watched
with great fascination as Manu parted my sister's labia, slowly
sliding deeper and deeper inside her, until she lifted herself up,
only to lower herself once again. With the exception of a quick peek
earlier that day, I had never before watched somebody else have sex
in real life.
Judy and I
climbed onto the bed to join Kelly and Manu. While my sister
continued to ride Manu, Judy and I went back to our doggy style. This
put Judy face to face with Kelly's boobs, and that seemed to suit her
just fine. She would alternate between massaging them with one hand,
licking them like she was enjoying the world's greatest scoop of ice
cream, and sucking Kelly's nipples into her mouth, sometimes hard
enough to leave the occasional tooth mark. Meanwhile, I thrust away
at Judy's soaking wet pussy. Every time I'd enter her, our skin would
make a distinct slapping noise, and the impact would send ripples up
her shapely hips. Judy herself made a lot of noise as well. Between
her loud gasps and moans, the occasional “si!” would escape her
mouth, as well as a bunch of other exclamations in Spanish that I
didn't understand and don't recall. It couldn't have been long until
the combination of her moaning, the sensation of her skin under my
hands, and the tight hot grip of her pussy around my dick sent me
over the edge. When my orgasm hit, I initially thought I had an out
of body experience, like I had left out hotel room and walked down to
the beach to sit in the sand. All I heard was the waves gently
rolling ashore, all I saw was the moon and the night sky above, all I
smelled was the salt in the tropical air. Turns out I was just
staring out the open window when I came, and the intensity of the
orgasm blocked out most of the sensory input from my immediate
surroundings. Kelly must have noticed what happened, because a huge
grin crept across her face. She didn't say anything, probably because
she was in a similar state of sensory overload as I had just been,
but instead she held up one hand and we high-fived. This was
immediately followed up by Kelly having her own orgasm. Her fingers
interlocked with mine, and I held her hand as wave after wave of
pleasure shook her body.
This is
where my memory gets a little bit hazy. There are no pictures of the
four of us fucking, at least not of that particular night. More on
that later. What little I wrote about it in my journal can be
described as a collection of vignettes that I jotted down several
days after the fact.
The next
thing I remember is Judy and I with our bodies intertwined, writhing
and rolling around on the bed next to Kelly and Manu. I was on top of
Judy, inside her, pinning her hands down on the mattress while she
held me close by with her legs wrapped around my waist. This time,
there was no need to be covert, so Judy absolutely did not hold back.
She would moan, almost scream, in her native tongue and erupt into
explosive orgasm after explosive orgasm. I can't recall any more
details, and I believe you get the point. There I was, one in a pile
of naked bodies, caressing,
stroking, kissing, licking, sucking and thrusting into each other. By
that point I couldn't tell if it was the MDMA talking, or if I was
getting high of the scent of sex in the air. It was a mix of perfume,
skin, hair, fresh sweat, semen, and pussy. And while I can't say if
it was the drugs or the sex by itself, I can say that those hours
marked the most euphoric moment of my entire life up to that point.
How many hours? Again, I don't know. It is safe to assume that the
four of us eventually got so exerted that we had to stop and fell
asleep pretty much where we lay.
