“Crap,” Mark said without heat. “And I thought we’d gotten away with it.” He pulled a Bartles & Jaymes from the bucket, twisted off the cap, and leaned across the table to set it in front of her. “You’re too smart for me, that’s for sure.”
“Too smart for all of us,” I agreed.
“Be nice,” Christy said. “Talk about her tits or something. She knows how to react when guys do that.”
“No argument from me,” Mark laughed. Then he went about the business of opening wine coolers. He passed a bottle to Christy and offered the last one to Leah, who shook her head. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” she said. “I can’t drink like you all.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I’m a lightweight too.”
“He is,” Christy said.
“You can say that again,” Brooke agreed. She and Christy shared a grin.
I shrugged without a trace of embarrassment. “I’m not Catholic.”
“So?” Brooke said. “Neither am I.”
“Not technically. But you went to Catholic school, partied with Catholics, and have a Catholic girlfriend.”
“Sounds pretty Catholic,” Mark told her.
“She is not!” Christy protested. “I’m the only Catholic here.”
“Half-Catholic,” Brooke corrected.
“What? Nuh-uh! My parents’re both Catholic.”
“But you’re half-Buddhist,” Brooke insisted. “That’s what you’re always telling me, anyway.”
“Fine,” Christy muttered darkly, “use my own words against me.”
Brooke, Mark, and I shared a grin.
“Okay,” I said into the silence, “what’re we gonna do? I mean, if the others’re fooling around, we probably should too.”
“The girls wanted to have a party,” Mark said, “but I said we should wait.”
“You did not!” Leah laughed. “You were all for it! Don’t listen to him, Paul. Brooke and I were the ones who said we should wait.”
I arched an eyebrow at Christy, who glared guiltily.
“What? I can’t help it! You know my libido.”
“It’s very high,” Brooke mocked.
“It is!”
“You need lots of protein.”
“I do!”
“If you must know,” I said, “semen is mostly fructose. The protein comes from… somewhere,” I laughed.
“Amino acids and albumin.”
“Hold on,” Leah said. “Semen is mostly fructose? The stuff in fruit, right? The sugar?”
Christy and I nodded together.
“Huh. Then why doesn’t it taste sweet?”
“No clue,” I said.
“I think it tastes sweet,” Brooke said.
“Not salty?” Leah said, and Brooke shrugged.
“We could do a taste test,” I offered.
Leah laughed. “I’m so sure.”
“Why not?” I casually unzipped my khakis, reached into my boxers, and pulled out my penis. It was already thick with arousal.
Leah’s dark eyebrows shot up, and Mark chuckled.
“You know you wanna,” he told her.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think he’d just… whip it out!”
“Why not? He knows how you are.”
I reached into my boxers and extracted my balls while they were talking. Christy moistened her lips, and Brooke shot me a grin.
“Go on,” Mark told Leah. “Don’t let us stop you.”
I moved closer and waved my dick at her.
“I can’t…,” she protested.
“Sure you can,” I said. “Here, I’ll show you. Open your mouth…”
“Yeah, tell us if it tastes sweet or salty,” Brooke said.
“Oh, why not,” Leah said. Her mouth was warm and wet, although she stopped sucking long enough to add, “I dunno why I let you talk me into this.”
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Mark chuckled. Then he aimed his charm at Brooke. “We should probably do a comparison or something.”
“For science!” Christy said.
“Can’t I just do it for myself?” Brooke asked. “Suck your dick, I mean.”
“Sure!” Mark laughed. “I’m not gonna argue.” He scooted his chair back, and she stood.
“Remember your towel,” Christy told her. “It’s just about the most massively useful thing any nudist can carry.”
“Oh, God, save me from the nerds!” Brooke said, although she grabbed her towel and folded it into a pad for her knees.
“Speaking of towels…,” I said to Christy. “Bring yours. Over here. Leah’s pussy needs some attention.”
“Mmm, yes, sir.”
* * *
We moved to our bedroom for round two—or three, four, and five, depending on who was counting. Mark and Brooke were almost the same height, and they fell into a natural sixty-nine on one side of the bed. I went for a pyramid on the other, with Leah as the base. I fucked her and made out with Christy while she straddled her face.
Christy came fairly quickly, one of her mini-orgasms. Mark spurted in Brooke’s mouth and was hard again almost immediately. He had an endless supply of erections, it seemed. Brooke took advantage and rode him cowgirl-style, while I used mine on Leah.
I fucked her even harder, and she didn’t last long when I started playing with her clit at the same time. She arched her back, and her nipples strained toward the ceiling. I buried my cock, and a flood of heat and moisture washed over it. She held Christy’s hips in place until she sagged to the mattress and panted to catch her breath.
After a short break we all changed positions. Mark fucked Brooke doggy-style and teased her ass with his thumb. I spread Christy’s legs and fucked her missionary, while Leah knelt at the side of the bed and sucked her nipples.
We kept it up and switched positions and partners several times. Mark came at least twice more, which was impressive by itself. He needed a couple of minutes to recover after the first one, and nearly five after the second, but he never really stopped. The guy was a fucking machine.
Part of me felt intimidated. My dick was bigger, and I shot more when I came, but neither was something special that I did—they were accidents of birth. Mark had real skill to go with his stamina. He made Brooke come so hard that she took nearly fifteen minutes to recover. Then he licked Christy to a couple of little orgasms and a big one. I would have hated him if he wasn’t such a nice guy.
I did the only thing I could—I went for quality over quantity. I took turns fucking the girls while they sucked Mark. Then I shot a huge load in Leah’s mouth, although she didn’t swallow right away. She showed it to Mark instead. Then she shared it with Christy in a kiss. They started making out, so I went down on Leah and licked her to a climax that left her panting and weak.
“Man, I’m so jealous,” Mark said.
I sat up and frowned. Had I heard him right?
“Yes, jealous,” he chuckled. “Of you.”
“Why?”
“Not that you made her come, but before, when you were fucking her. She totally loves your dick, man.”
“I love yours too,” Leah said from her back.
“Yeah, but it isn’t the same. You get mine whenever you want. Paul’s is a treat.” She didn’t deny it, so he said to me, “She doesn’t moan like that when I fuck her.”
“I do too,” she protested.
He denied it with a silent headshake. “Besides,” he said aloud, “you come a lot, and you know how she loves the taste.”
“I told you…” Leah sat up and gave him a pointed look. “It isn’t about size or amount or anything else.”
“Oh, I know,” he said confidently. “You love me for lots of reasons.”
Christy and I shared a smile.
“I don’t know what all of ’em are,” Mark continued, “but I’m glad you do. I was just saying… I’m kinda jealous of Paul sometimes.”
“Well, don’t be,” Leah said.
“Only sometimes. Most of the time I’m pretty happy.”
“Only ‘most of the time’?” Brooke teased.
“Well, sometimes we’re apart, so…”
Brooke rolled her eyes at the saccharine reply. Then she realized he was serious, and her eyebrows rose with surprise.