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Wedding Cake Island - Part 1

Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

better than Spike thought she would. It was nearly low tide and the top of the island was high and dry, although we could hear waves crashing into the rocks on the other side. Spike helped us both onto the rocks and carried the bag and boards up to the top of the island. It was a picturesque spot; waves crashing on the rocks below us and an uninterrupted, panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean. He arranged the big yellow rescue board on a couple of rocks to form a makeshift bench, and then opened his bag to reveal a six pack of beer, a selection of sushi rolls, sashimi, a plastic container of soy sauce and three sets of disposable chopsticks. “Ladies, your table awaits,” he said with a bow and a big flourish of his hands. “Oh, wow!” Rupali cooed. “I like being spoilt.” We sat down on the big surfboard either side of him, watching the waves, drinking beer, eating sushi and making small talk as the sun went down behind us. As the sky darkened we could see a glow on the eastern horizon from the moon, which was soon to rise. Spike was right: this was romantic. But what now? Our Etiquette elective at school taught us the correct protocol in most social situations, but I don’t recall anything about initiating a ménage-a-trois; maybe I was sick that day. I didn’t know how to ask and I was too shy to just reach out and grab his cock. Help Rupali! All I could do was let both of them know I was ready and then see what happened. I put down my beer – I was only three quarters through my ... first one and already felt a little light headed; cheap date, huh – and lay down on the makeshift bench with my head in Spike’s lap, facing out and watching the waves, heart hammering in my chest. I felt Spike’s hands on my head, stroking my hair, and I felt a twitch of movement beneath my ear. Well, it was something, but it was going to take more. Suddenly a face appeared in front of me. Rupali lay down of the other side of the board, her face an inch away from mine in Spike’s lap. “Hello sweetie,” she said in a stage whisper that Spike could hear. “Hi gorgeous,” I said in the same whisper. She tilted her head back and kissed me on the tip of the nose. I returned the gesture. We kept going in the same loud whispers. “Watcha thinkin’?” I asked. “I’m thinkin’ you look hot,” she said. “You’re sweet,” I said, tilting my head back for another kiss. Rupali leaned back as well and our mouths met, tentatively, just nibbling at each other’s lips. “Mmmm, nice,” she said. “I want another.” We kissed again, more passionately this time, her tongue darting into my mouth, trying to draw mine out. She didn’t have to try hard; our tongues locked together, twining, teasing, and tasting, all right under Spike’s gaze. His cock stirred beneath my ear again; I felt it harden a little and press back against me. Rupali broke off the kiss. “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, still in the stage whisper for Spike’s benefit. “Sure,” I said. “I want Spike to fuck me,” she said. “I want Spike to fuck me,” ...