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Wedding Cake Island - Part 1

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

together. I took hold of Spike’s shoulders and pulled him down on my side of the surfboard; at the same time Rupali lifted his legs onto her side so that he was lying supine. I knelt on the board behind his head and leaned over so that we were upside-down face-to-face. “Spike, I need your help again with my bikini,” I said in a fair-maiden-in-trouble voice. “Could you please unhook it for me?” He nodded agreement, pretty willingly I thought. I propped up on all-fours and moved forwards to bring my right breast to his lips. I craned my neck down so that I didn’t smother him with my boobs and kissed his hard stomach, which fluttered nervously under my lips. “Clasp’s in the back,” I said, running my tongue around the contours of his abdominals. As he reached behind me I looked at Rupali: “Right, I think he’s distracted.” Rupali hooked her fingers into Spike’s waistband and dragged them down over his hips. He was still fiddling with the clasp on my bikini, trying to figure it out by touch. He lifted his hips for Rupali and she pulled his shorts down slowly, dragging his cock with them so that we were rewarded with an inch-by-inch reveal of his erection. The waistband slid over his knob and his cock flicked back hard, slapping into his stomach, startling both of us with the force. Having already had him in my hand in the water – and OK, if we’re honest, my pussy too, not that I’m telling Rupali about that – I knew what to expect in terms of length and girth, but I still ... couldn’t take my eyes off it. I didn’t have that much experience; are all cocks this beautiful? It was about seven inches and a nice handful around the middle becoming very thick towards the base; it wasn’t the perfect training cock for Rupali’s virgin mouth but it would have to do. It had a slight upward curve, which would make it hard to swallow except in a 69 position, and the main cum-carrying vessel running up the underside bulged out, promising a fast and powerful jet of cum that I had already experienced in my pussy and was now trying to imagine it running down my throat. Having fucked Spike earlier, I had already decided to lose the Russian roulette game. Mr Gallows had trained me very thoroughly in cocksucking and I felt pretty confident that if Rupali couldn’t get him there then I could bring him to the edge of orgasm just in time for us to swap over. As absorbed as we were in his pulsing cock, I hadn’t noticed that he had freed my breasts until I felt my nipple sucked into his mouth and his tongue flick over the sensitive surface. I yelped with surprise and sat up; he would need a lesson in taking it slow later on, but since he was about to get a double blow-job I forgave him his enthusiasm. I looked into Rupali’s eyes; they looked a bit apprehensive. “You go first,” she whispered. I crawled forwards until I was straddling Spike, my face over his cock and my bikini-covered pussy right in front of his mouth. I looked down the tunnel between my swaying breasts and saw him ...