43
Our marvelous days continue, and what happened that night becomes just one more story we tell. We spend our days lying in the sun, talking and enjoying each other’s company. Betta’s messages continue coming in, and I keep trying not to think about them. I can’t. Fernando sends messages too, and Eric has stopped asking about them as well.
One morning, the four of us go on an excursion to Tarifa to see the Roman ruins at Baelo Claudia in Bolonia. We eat lunch at a wonderful restaurant, and when we go to pay, we run into Björn and a friend of his.
They greet us warmly, and we all go for coffee out on a little terrace. It’s then I learn Björn is a German lawyer on vacation in the south. The other friend, a French guy named Fred, owns a vineyard. For a while, we talk about whatever, but I’m well aware of the looks I’m getting from Björn. So is Eric.
“Björn is dying to be with you once more,” he whispers in my ear.
“Does that bother you?”
Eric smiles and kisses my neck.
“No, he’s a good friend. I know he’d never do anything without my permission. In any case, I was thinking of offering you to him again, if you’d like.”
Feeling the heat on my face, I pull out my fan. Eric can’t stop smiling.
“Are you hot, sweetness?”
“Yes.”
He runs his hands over my thighs possessively, and I notice Björn watching.
“Do you want us to go to a hotel and fuck you?” Eric asks.
“Eric!”
“Or better yet . . . what if we just go to the beach, and we can do it in the water . . . ?”
“Eric!”
“Just thinking about how your mouth looks when you’re panting makes me hard.”
Having fun now, he takes his hands from my thighs. He loves to provoke me, and I just blush.
“Björn, Fred, would you like to come to our house for dinner tonight?” I hear Andrés ask as we’re all saying goodbye.
They accept immediately, and I blush a deep red. As soon as we agree on nine o’clock to meet again, Frida sidles up to me as we walk to the car.
“Ooooooh . . . we’re having a little private party tonight!”
During the ride back, Eric just stares at me and grins. And when we get home and take a shower, he tries to turn me on while whispering in my ear that he’s going to offer me. After the shower, he suggests I wear a green dress and a pair of heels he likes, and he asks me not to wear any underwear.
At nine o’clock, Fred and Björn arrive. I can feel how Björn looks at me; I can sense his eyes all over my body.
Andrés makes dinner. He’s a terrific cook, and the six of us really enjoy his roast. All through dinner, Eric never takes his eyes off me. I notice when he sees my nipples are hard as rocks and poking through my dress. He’s enjoying my nerves, and that makes me even more anxious.
As soon as dinner is over, an impatient Eric stands up, takes my hand, and grabs a bottle of champagne.
“Let’s go for dessert,” he whispers to Björn.
Björn wipes his mouth, grins, and comes over by Eric. I’m just stunned by everything.
I let Eric lead me by the hand. He’s going toward the blue room, the one with the round bed.
“Don’t move,” he says once we get inside.
I come to a dead stop and watch as he sits on the bed. He places three glasses on a little table and pours the champagne. I’m really starting to get hot. I see several containers on the bed and . . . the vibrator. I notice the sheets. They look like they’re made of plastic. Just then, I feel Björn behind me. Eric lifts one of the glasses and takes a drink.
“This is a marvelous dessert,” he says, “don’t you think, Björn?”
In a matter of seconds, Björn’s hands are on my waist and then tracing the shape of my butt as Eric watches. Björn squeezes my ass cheeks.
“Mmm . . . stupendous.”
I move, so turned on, while he touches me shamelessly. Eric’s eyes glint when he sees how my movements aid Björn in feeling me up. For a few minutes, he restrains himself and only touches me through the dress. My nipples are very visible, and Björn brings his mouth to them, right through the fabric. He flicks them until Eric calls me over.
“Come here, Jude . . . Let me undress you.”
In seconds, the dress is at my feet, and I’m naked as a jaybird in front of them.
“I find your woman delightful . . . I want to lick her all over.”
Eric grins and gives me a slap on the butt that stings a little.
“Go on, lick her,” he tells his friend. “I want to watch you do it.”
Hearing that, my stomach flips, and then Björn, still dressed, lies down on the bed.
“Come here, beautiful. Kneel down on my face, and give me your pussy. You’re my dessert, and I’m going to eat you whole.”
I climb onto the bed and do as he says, turned on by his words and especially by Eric’s possessive gaze.
Without hesitation, Björn pulls me down by the thighs, and his mouth quickly runs all over my sex. He licks me. He sucks me. He takes me in his mouth whole. He rubs my sex all over his face; I feel his teeth on me, and that makes me gasp. I close my eyes. I’m enraptured, and my hips dance on his mouth as my breasts sway from side to side.
I don’t see Eric. He’s sitting behind me, and I can’t see his face. But I can feel his eyes on my back, and I know he’s aware of how I’m rubbing my vagina on his friend’s mouth in search of my pleasure. I like this new world I’m discovering, and with each new experience, my enjoyment is greater than my shame. I hear something and assume it’s a condom being unwrapped. I suddenly feel Eric pulling on my hips and forcing me on all fours over his friend. Björn brings my breasts together and lifts his head so he can take both at once in his mouth. Just then, the head of Eric’s penis touches down at the threshold of my very wet vagina. He begins to push a little at a time.
Two men. One on top and one below. I’m so excited, my fluids are running down my leg.
“Yes . . . you’re streaming for me,” says Eric.
Both Eric and Björn have their hands at my waist. All four hands move and manipulate me, and I realize they’re working in concert to repeatedly impale me on Eric’s staff. Each of my cries is followed by their heavy moans.
Over and over, Eric penetrates me while Björn pushes my hips toward him. Suddenly, I realize something hard and very wet is trying to go inside me in the same place where Eric is.
“It’s a vibrator, love. Easy. Someday, I want the two of us to fuck you at the same time, in the same place.”
I’m going to explode!
Eric continues with his bombardment while Björn sucks my nipples and, with one of his hands, continues to insert the vibrator next to Eric’s penis. I’m expanding, opening up more and more. My body begins to accommodate it, and I find myself enjoying both. Eric slaps me again and pushes forcefully into me. I scream; I feel like I’m going to shatter. Björn pulls the vibrator out and drops it on the bed.
“You’re exquisite,” he says as he pulls my thighs open for Eric.
Eric pauses in his thrusting and grabs a jar of lube from the bed. Björn keeps murmuring things to me, face-to-face, and gives me little lashes on my ass.
“Open her up,” Eric whispers.
Björn grabs my butt cheeks and pulls to separate them. I realize Eric is using his fingers to lube my asshole. It’s a warm liquid, and he spreads it inside me by inserting his finger. He sticks it in, then out, then in again. I moan and move away. I’ve never had anal sex, and I’m afraid of the pain. Eric takes his finger out, then slides it back in with a good bit of lube. This time, his finger goes in circles inside me.
“Good, love, good . . . Relax . . . You’re doing great,” Eric whispers.
I whimper and lean forward. My breasts fall on Björn, who gives me a love bite on my nipples.
“Yes, beautiful . . . yes . . . give us your precious ass and I promise you’ll have a very good time.”
Eric’s finger is going in and out easily. Enjoying it now, I wiggle my ass to seek out that new pleasure, but then I feel Eric insert two fingers. The pressure is incredible, and the pain is more than I can bear.
“Eric . . . Eric, it hurts.”
Carefully, but immediately, he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with something that feels like a pacifier. I whimper once more, and my flesh opens and molds to it. I’m gasping, my mouth open and desperate for air, when I feel Eric take it back out, and I moan. Eric leans down and kisses my neck.
“That’s it, love. I won’t touch it again today.”
Björn releases my ass cheeks and reopens my legs.
“Eric . . . c’mon, make her breasts swing over me.”
Eric goes back inside me, deep, the way I like it. He does it in one swift move, and I scream. My breasts bob in front of Björn’s face, and he grabs one to bite carefully on my nipple. When he lets it go, he looks up at me.
“I hope someday Eric will let me fuck your ass. It must be wonderful to fuck it.”
I don’t know what to say. I just look at him, seeing his very obvious desire.
Björn doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t bring his mouth near mine. He remembers Eric told him my mouth is Eric’s and Eric’s alone. But he looks directly at me, and I feel his excitement as my body jerks from Eric’s plowing.
Eric assaults my body over and over until he tenses up and drops on me. I collapse on Björn. The sweat from Eric’s face dribbles on my back, and he kisses my waist. I smile, realizing he’s good and happy. Then he pulls his penis from me and frees me.
“Now you . . . ,” he says to Björn.
Björn rolls me aside, undresses, and picks up one of the condoms on the bed. He tears it open with his teeth and quickly puts it on. Eric is looking at me, his chest still heaving from the effort he just made. He peels off his condom and tosses it aside.
“Lie down on the bed, beautiful,” whispers Björn.
When I do, I see that they both get up. Eric whispers something to him, and Björn indicates agreement. Then they both climb back onto the bed, and Eric picks up the champagne.
“Bring the soles of your feet together and open your legs.”
Once more, my shiny, open sex is flooded and on display for them. Björn leans down and smears his mouth all over it while Eric pours champagne on my belly button. My stomach flexes, and the champagne runs everywhere. Björn sucks up the runaway liquor that drips all the way to my vulva.
“Mmm . . . this is marvelous. More.”
Eric pours some more, but this time, directly on my vulva, and I arch while Björn licks me eagerly.
“Masturbate for us, Jude,” Eric says as he hands me a vibrator for my clit.
He pours more champagne on my sex, and I’m once more grateful for the reinvigoration. Björn is on it instantly, lashing me with his tongue. I turn the vibrator to the first setting and place it on my already swollen clit. I move and turn it up. I gasp when I realize how my sex blossoms from the buzzing. Then Eric ups it to “three.” Björn puts his hands on my thighs so I can’t squeeze them shut, and my body grows hot. I shove the vibrator off my clit as I shout and raise my hips.
Wanting to get inside me, Björn grabs my thighs and puts my legs on his shoulders. He slowly sinks into me with great care. I moan, and he penetrates me again while Eric comes at me from the other side of the bed, splashes champagne on his penis, and brings it to my mouth.
“All yours, sweetness.”
Excited by our configuration, I play with Eric in my mouth. With my tongue, I draw circles on the head of his penis and feel him react. He lengthens and grows as I suck, and I hear Eric moan as Björn continues to slide in and out of me. Since my arms are free, I move my hands to his testicles and slowly caress them.
“Oooh . . . ,” he whispers.
They both fill me.
Eric pulls out, his penis hard and stiff. He watches as my body moves to Björn’s rhythms.
“God, I’m going to come!” cries Björn.
He grabs me by the hips and presses me to him. That makes me twist and moan.
“More!” I scream.
Björn emerges from inside me and then dives back in. I open my eyes. Eric is by my side, watching, and I see the lust in his eyes. I like that. It excites me. Björn grunts, leans back, and then lets himself tumble. Eric sits on the side of the bed and puts on a condom.
“Jude, come . . . Sit on me,” he says.
My legs are shaky, but I move and obey. I’m ready to be penetrated again. I want it. His penis glides into my swollen vagina, and mercilessly, he crushes me to him.
“Like that . . . Come on, love, scratch my back.”
I moan . . . I scream and scratch him. For a few minutes, Eric rotates his hips, and his penis dances inside me as I push against him. I love that feeling of plenitude.
“Eric . . .”
“Yes, love . . . ,” he whispers as he squeezes me to him over and over and gives me the sensation that he’s going to split me in two.
“I like it . . . oh . . . yes . . . I like it.”
He nods; his eyes are on fire.
“I know, sweetness . . . I know.”
Lying next to us, Björn watches and then moves behind me and touches my nipples with his fingers while Eric continues to smash me against him.
“We won’t do it today, love . . . but someday, we’ll both be in your vagina at the same time.”
My body spasms.
I hear a shriek, and I see Frida on the bed. When did she come in?
She’s being penetrated by two men too. Andrés is in her vagina, while Fred is loose and fierce in her ass. Our eyes meet and I get goose bumps. We both enjoy what these men do to us.
A devastating orgasm is about to hit me . . . I feel such heat.
My vagina flexes and clenches Eric’s monumental erection. We both cry out, and I let myself go.
Exhausted, I lie in his arms while he says sweet and pretty words of love. It seems crazy that we can be so intimate while surrounded by so many other people. But it’s true. This is a totally intimate moment, just between him and me.