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  We nodded our agreement. Heather said, "Let's head for the bedroom. Martín's waiting in the bed for us."

  Martín lay on his side, lazily stroking his cock, which was mostly soft at this point. His cock started to grow when we entered the room though. He reached his arms out for me, and I went to him. He pushed the white terry cloth robe I wore down my shoulders and then untied the belt. I was naked for the second time that day.

  He pulled me into him, and kissed me deeply on the mouth. His tongue met mine, and his hands went to my breasts. He pinched my nipples hard and immediately rubbed his palms gently over my rock-hard nipples.

  I heard a wet noise next to me, and I turned to see Heather taking Martín's cock into her mouth. She licked it from top to bottom, and he moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head.

  My pussy was on fire. I reached my hand down and slid my middle finger into my slit. I swirled my finger around my clit. I dipped it into my opening to collect some moisture and returned it to my clit. Martín licked and then sucked my nipples, one at a time. I gasped as he gave one a sharp nip.

  I looked over to the settee and saw Carla licking her fingers before plunging them into her pussy. She was naked too. Her other hand pinched her nipple, pulling and stretching it.

  I looked back at Heather, who met my gaze, and motioned toward Martín's cock. I took her place and licked his balls. Heather went to Carla and sat between her legs. I couldn't see them as I took Martín into my mouth again, but I could hear Carla. "Mmm. Lick my pussy."

  I had never been with a woman, and I was instantly terrified. I was beginning to suspect that there was much more in store for me than just blowing a stranger. I didn't know what I could handle, but I didn't think it mattered to these people.

  Martín rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs apart wide. From this position I could see the back of Heather's head between Carla's spread legs. Carla was tweaked her nipples, and she was moaning. "Oh, yeah. Lick my clit. Yeah. Right there."

  Martín licked and kissed down my body, heading for my pussy. His tongue flicked over my nipples, and then he sucked them hard, one after the other. I wriggled a little bit as he continued downward. When his tongue finally reached my clit, I almost jumped out of my skin. A couple of guys had gone down on me in the past, but they just lapped sloppily at my pussy, with no orgasm for me. I could tell right away that Martín knew what he was doing, and that I would come hard before he was finished with me.

  He licked the folds of my pussy so gently as he explored. His hands were on my legs, and he caressed the inside of my thighs. Again, his tongue touched my clit and then retreated. This time he ran his tongue along the right side of my clit. He lapped there a couple of times before moving to the left side. He licked up and down, and then he swirled his tongue around my clit in circles. Harder and harder he swirled, before pulling back a little.

  I bucked my hips up, trying to keep his tongue on my clit. He held my thighs down and stuck his tongue into my cunt. He fucked my pussy with his tongue. I moved my hips back and forth to meet his thrusting tongue.

  "Lick my clit. Please, lick my clit," I begged.

  He didn't understand so I pulled his hair to direct his tongue to my clit. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes." His tongue swirled harder and faster and two of his fingers entered me. He found my G-spot and rubbed hard. My head thrashed back and forth, and I pulled his hair and moaned. "Yeah, baby. Right there. That's it." I was so close. "I'm gonna come. Keep licking me, and I'll come right on your face."

  I looked to see what the two women were doing. Heather lay on the settee, completely nude, legs spread apart. Carla licked her pussy while she thrust a large dildo in and out of Heather's vagina. It sounded like Heather was close to coming, and that pushed me one step closer to my own orgasm.

  The pressure built throughout my pelvis. Martín's tongue licked circles around my clit, harder and faster than before. His fingers fucked my pussy furiously. The sensation built and built, as if I was coming to the top of a steep hill. "Keep licking. Right there, baby. Lick me. Lick my pussy,." I was babbling. I could hardly control myself.

  All of a sudden, my orgasm was right there. My clit was so hot, and Martín's tongue just kept hitting the right spot, over and over. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Here it is. You're making me come. I'm coming. I'm coming."

  Martín licked me right through my orgasm. As I relaxed, his tongue slowed down, and he eased to a slow, lazy pace, licking all around, but avoiding licking my sensitive clit directly.

  I stroked his hair and said, "Gracias. Lo necesitaba. I needed that."

  He smiled and pulled me up to kiss me. I tasted my pussy on his lips, and it excited me again. I started to roll to allow him to fuck me from behind, but he said, "No. Quiero ver los ojos." I rolled onto my back so he could see my eyes as he fucked me.

  Carla yelled, "I'm coming. I'm coming. Fuck me harder, Heather."

  Martín entered me slowly at first, but then slid his cock into me hard, and his balls slapped against my ass. I grabbed my tits and teased the nipples. I was so wet, I could hear the juice in my pussy as he fucked me.

  His cock felt so good inside of me. It had been a long time since I'd had a lover, so I was good and tight, and Martín filled me up. I could feel his cock rubbing my G-spot, and I could feel the head of his cock bumping my cervix.

  I felt Heather and Carla join us on the bed. Martín was getting close to coming, and he moaned when the other two women caressed his body. He grunted and moaned, and his movements became jerky.

  His whole body stiffened, and I knew he was coming. He pulled his cock out of my cunt and leaned forward to come all over me. His cum landed on my face, in my hair, on my tits, and even on the tip of my tongue. Heather and Carla moved in to lick his cum off my body. Heather kissed me on the mouth while Carla licked the cum off my tits.

  I was drunk from the wine and the mind-blowing orgasm. I was so out-of-touch, it didn't even occur to me that two women were kissing me and licking me all over. I also didn't take notice of the heat that was building between my legs as a result of the kissing and licking.

  I did notice that I was disappointed when Heather announced, "Let's let her get some sleep. She's had a busy day."

  All three kissed me before they retired to other rooms. Their kisses were soft and sweet, and they all tasted like pussy. I kissed them back and looked forward to the next day.

  Chapter Five

  The day was filled with vacation delights. We drank coffee on the veranda, skinny dipped in the pool, snorkeled in the water just off the island, read a book on the beach, and sipped wine. I had a marvelous time, and I began to forget that I was really being used as a sex slave for the weekend.

  After an early dinner, we sat by the pool chatting and sipping our wine. Carla decided to jump in the pool, so she stripped off her clothes, and splashed all of us with her dive.

  We all laughed a little and then did the same. It was different than when we had been swimming nude in the afternoon. The sun was setting, which cast a pinkish color over everything. The wine had relaxed me, and when Heather stood behind me with her hands resting on my shoulders, it felt natural.

  As the sun dipped closer to the horizon, Heather began sliding her hands down over my breasts. I took a deep breath, and continued looking out over the water. I could see Carla and Martín kissing and caressing each other out of the corner of my eye, and I knew that it was "playtime."

  Heather pinched my nipples gently, and I eased back against her. I could feel her hard nipples against the skin on my back. I stopped pretending that I didn't know that I was about to have sex with another woman for the first time, and I realized that I wanted to do it.

  My heart raced, but I suddenly felt bold. I turned to face Heather and leaned in to kiss her. Her tongue poked at my lips, and I opened my mouth to let her in.

  I placed my hands on her breasts and began exploring. I touched her nipples lightly with my fingertips. She shuddered. "Have you been with a woman before
?"

  "No," I whispered.

  "Let me teach you."

  Chapter Six

  She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. We sat together on the bed. She turned to me, cupped my breast, and kissed me again. She guided me back on the bed. I had just been in the same spot with Martín the night before, but this time there was a whole different energy.

  Heather's hands were soft and her perfectly manicured nails running over my skin gave me goose bumps everywhere. I asked what I should do. She replied, "Just enjoy for now. I'll tell you when it's your turn."

  She kissed my neck, and then she lowered her head to my breasts. I held my breath in anticipation. Then her lips closed around my nipple, and it sent a spasm through my entire body. I inhaled sharply, and she asked, "Is this ok for you?"

  "Please don't stop." My voice came in a whisper.

  She responded by taking the other nipple into her mouth. She sucked gently, then a little harder. She eased off and flicked her tongue back and forth across the rock-hard nub. She repeated this treatment on the other nipple and paused to ask, "Do you want to try?"

  I was overcome with nervousness, but I did my best to stifle it. I took both of my hands and placed them on her tits, leaving the nipples uncovered. I looked at Heather for encouragement, and she smiled and said, "Take your time."

  I leaned in with my tongue out a little, and ran the very tip over her nipples, one at a time. She shuddered a little and said, "Ooh. That's it."

  I got a little bolder, and took her nipple into my mouth and gently suckled it. I gave the other nipple a pinch, just to surprise her. It worked. Heather took my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. She kissed me harder and more urgently this time. I put my hands on the sides of her face while I kissed her back.

  She finally broke the kiss and started kissing my chin, my neck, my breasts, my belly, and eventually she hovered over my pussy. She pushed my legs apart to open me up and looked up at me. My eyes were closed, so she said, "Open your eyes." I did, just in time to see her tongue dip into my pussy for the first time.

  Another spasm shot through my body, and I wondered why I had not made love to a woman before. Heather thought I was chickening out though, so she stopped licking me, and said, "Shh. It's okay."

  I put my hands on her head and pushed her face back between my legs. "Heather, I want you to lick my pussy. Please don't stop until I come all over your face," I said, louder than I had intended.

  She laughed softly. "Well, ok, but you're going to have to take care of your tits for me."

  I smiled. "That's fine, but you're going to have to fuck my cunt with your fingers while you lick my clit."

  From that point on, there was no more talking. Her tongue swirled around my clit, on the left, on the right, flicked right across the top. She had two fingers buried in my pussy, rubbing my G-spot as no man ever had.

  My orgasm built from my pussy, threatening to explode throughout my body. I pinched my nipples in time with Heather's tongue. My feet flexed. My toes curled. My head thrashed back and forth.

  Heather placed her soft lips around my clit and sucked hard. That was it. Every muscle in my body tightened. I breathed in and held my breath as I pulled on my nipples. Heather took one, last, hard suck and resumed licking me through my orgasm. I finally managed to groan, "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming hard!"

  As my body relaxed, the fingers in my pussy slowed, and her tongue lapped lazily at the sides of my clit. I moaned a little, and then stroked her hair. She looked up at me. "So. What did you think?"

  "That was the best sex I've ever had."

  She moved herself next to me and kissed me softly. Like with Martín, I could taste my pussy on her mouth. "Do you think you want to lick my pussy?" she said. I hesitated for a second. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I know you're worried about whether this makes you a lesbian..."

  I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from rambling. "Shh." I kissed her for a moment. "I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just not sure I'll be able to make you come like you did for me. My pussy-licking muscles aren't well developed."

  Heather smiled. "I watched you give the most amazing blow job yesterday. Just thinking about that makes me shiver. No pressure, huh?"

  I smiled shyly, and moved down, between her legs. I took my first tentative taste of her pussy. "Maybe just a little pressure here, right?"

  She laced her fingers through my hair, pressed my mouth against her clit. "Lots of pressure right there." With that, I gave up all of my reservations and licked her. I tried to follow her example, licking the sides of her hood, then swirling in circles around her clit. When my tongue felt tired, I used my fingers to rub her clit, around and around, pressing a little bit harder.

  When I resumed licking her, I started finger fucking her in time with the rhythm of my tongue. Her hips bucked, so I kept going. I licked harder and faster and rubbed her spongy G-spot in circles with two fingers.

  Just when I thought I could not move my tongue any more, she yelled right out loud. "I'm coming! Lick my pussy! Don't stop licking me. Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Oh, god." Finally, she relaxed, and pulled me up to kiss her again. We stayed there with our arms around each other. I moved a little to adjust how we fit together, our breasts rubbing together softly.

  We were starting to drift off, when Carla and Martín came into the room. "Bad news," Carla announced. A hurricane was headed straight for the Keys, and the evacuation was to start in the morning. Carla said, "Let's pack up and take care of the house tonight. We'll get up and play one last time while we watch the sunrise in the morning. Then we'll head for Miami."

  We all helped with the storm shutters and the patio furniture, and then I showered and headed to bed. Before I drifted off to sleep, I felt Heather slip between my sheets. I rolled over and kissed her, and we both fell asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  We awoke to Martín and Carla sitting on the bed, touching our hair. "Wake up, sleepyheads," Carla said in a singsong voice. She had opened the door to the deck, and I could see that it was just daybreak. Martín handed me a cup of strong coffee, which I drank with pleasure. We all walked out onto the deck to enjoy our coffee and the muffins Carla had baked.

  The wind was calm, the morning was warm, and there was no sign of the impending storm. Carla said that the storm, named Tomas, was still on track to hit the Keys the next morning, and that it had been upgraded to a category three, major hurricane during the night, just as the weatherman had feared.

  Carla apologized to me for having to cut our weekend short, but I felt lucky that it hadn't come earlier. Vacationing at the height of hurricane season is always a risky venture, but it was usually worth taking a chance.

  Martín said, "Vámonos. A la piscina," and we headed downstairs to the pool. The view was glorious. When the house was built, the pool had been positioned on the south side of the house, allowing perfect views of sunrise and sunset.

  We finished our coffee, slipped off our robes, and got into the warm water as the sky took on a pinkish hue. We swam and splashed around for a couple of minutes before Martín motioned to me, "Ven acá." I dove under the water towards him and when I surfaced, I grabbed his cock on the way up. He kissed the top of my head as I stroked him slowly. He jumped up to sit on the side of the pool, so that I could suck his cock without drowning. As the sky got lighter, I sucked harder.

  I prepared to catch a mouthful of his cum, when Carla put her arms around me and pulled me away. "This whole thing was my idea, and we haven't even touched each other yet," and she bent down and kissed me. Her fingers slid between my pussy lips, and I shivered. As she rubbed my clit, the sun was just starting to peek above the horizon. Her fingers pushed inside of my pussy. "Come stand on the deck with me," she said.

  The breeze made my wet nipples grow hard. Goose bumps sprang up all over my body. Carla took my hand and led me to the table, facing the sunrise.

  She pushed on my back to bend me over the table and told me to get comfor
table. I remembered the book she was reading on the plane about whipping, spanking, paddling, and a lot of anal sex. I panicked. Before I had any time to react though, I felt and heard the first stinging swat on my right buttock. "Ow," I yelled. "What was that for?"

  Instead of answering, she delivered three more hard spanks. My whole ass stung. "Don't worry," Carla said. "I won't be using any whips or paddles today. I'm just going to redden your ass pretty well."

  Heather and Martín were also out of the pool, and she got on her knees to suck his cock. Carla and I watched while she alternated between spanking and caressing my bottom. I had not been spanked by any of my previous lovers, and I hadn't realized how good the sting of a good, hard slap on the ass could feel.

  After a few minutes, Carla helped me stand. She told me that she could see her handprints all over my ass. She laughed, and said, "Was that your first spanking?"