Adultery A Slut Life - Part 12

I didn't want him to cum. If I knew they were all like Harold, I could have been more aggressive but I didn't know if they would be as resilient as Harold had proven to be. I wanted to fuck four men tonight. So, I took my time, sucking and licking cock as the men played their game above me. When another of the men won a hand, he would reach underneath the table and I moved to him. I was soon sucking on a familiar cock. Whether by manipulation of the events or mere fortune, Harold was the last of the four to receive my mouth on his cock. He didn't leave it there long, though. He pushed his chair from the table and brought me out from underneath. My lips and chin were slick from the saliva of my efforts. I stood next to Harold and wondered for only a moment what might happen next when his fingers went to the short zipper on the side of the very short skirt. He pushed the skirt down my legs, then stood, pried his shoes off and pushed his own pants and underwear down his legs. When he took his seat, again, he maneuvered me in front of him and pulled me toward his lap. I spread my feet to the outside of his legs and eased back to his lap, felt his cock against my butt, and paused as he rubbed the head over my pussy until it hit my hole. With a gasp from both of us, I sat down on his cock.

The other three men were watching intently as I began moving up and down on his cock. Harold relaxed back on the chair and announced that for the next series of hands I would fuck the winner like this and play the next hand for the man. That would almost assure a change as I knew almost nothing about poker and was going to be greatly distracted.

The betting increased and I didn't want to lose too much money so I folded, freeing me instead to concentrate on fucking Harold who now was assisting me with his hands on my waist. My breasts were flopping and we weren't quiet between our moans and my butt smacking against his hips. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I focused my eyes and found the table quiet, that hand ended and the winner across the table standing and removing his slacks now. As he took his seat, his cock pointing in the air, I glanced back at Harold and slowly stood, his cock sliding out of my pussy. The moment my pussy was empty, his cock smacked wetly against his abdomen.

I sighed as I stepped over his legs. I knew my pussy was obscenely displayed as I did it. The three other men intently stared. As I moved around the table, I untied the blouse and removed it. Now, my bouncing breasts would be easily viewed.

I settled down on this second cock, a smile forming on my face as it sank into me and moans came from the man. I resumed fucking but made no pretense of playing his hand. I had reached a nice level of arousal and wanted to retake that and build on it. The length of each hand wasn't long enough, though. Each time on a cock was just long enough to reach a good buzz of erotic arousal but not long enough to push over the crest to an orgasm. It took a while for the fourth man to win a hand. After that, all pretense of playing games was over. After the final hand, Harold approached and eased me off the man's cock. Again, just short of real satisfaction. But that changed...

The table was cleared and I was bent over it, my breasts pressed against the table top, my feet spread wide. Someone, I didn't know who or cared, stepped up behind me, moved his cock along my pussy and sank it abruptly into my hole. He thrust powerfully into me, his cock driven deeply into my already wet and open pussy. He thrust hard, his tempo increasing. Other hands snaked underneath to rub and pinch my clit. My upper body was raised until I was supporting myself on my forearms and elbows. My breasts and nipples were similarly fondled, squeezed, and pulled and, when one wasn't, it swung wildly from the forceful slamming of the cock into me.

"OH, FUCK... OH GOD... OH YESSSSS." This was what I needed. This was what I wanted. The prolonged but interrupted fuck before had become frustrating, arousal rising only to be stopped over and over. Now... now it was real. My arousal seemed to skip stages and jumped to the point of eruption as the cock slammed into me forcefully, powerfully, vigorously. My breath caught in my throat. My legs began shivering. My head sagged with my mouth open until it was pressed into the table. As the cock assaulted my pussy, fingers from several hands pulled, twisted, and pinched my clit and nipples. I exploded in a powerful orgasm. My head shot up and a moaning, gasping, guttural sound flowed from deep inside me as my entire body quaked and shook.

My entire body quaked and spasmed. I felt the cock inside as my pussy squeezed and clasped around it. I felt it spasm and jerk, too. I felt it spew its cum, emptying in my already drenched pussy from my own secretion of arousal and orgasmic result.

As I felt the cock pulled from me, suddenly feeling empty, I fought for some control, anticipating some respite to achieve that, but it would not happen... No sooner was that cock out than another slammed into me. I groaned as my upper body slid along the surface of the table from the impact. I was looser and more lubricated but he was more intent and determined. He pounded into me, his pace increasing, surprising me with the intensity. I twisted my head to find Harold looking down with a lust-crazed look. I groaned and moaned at the assault. Fingers again added to the assault. Again, the fingers A*USED my clit and nipples as his cock attacked my pussy. I came again, then again with each of the other two men.

I was a limp doll... a limp fuck-doll... prone on the surface of the table, exhausted, used, and spent. I didn't move, wasn't sure I could move unless I just slid off the table if my legs collapsed. Instead, hands gathered me, supported me, and guided me to the couch where I was laid back, my legs splayed. I looked up at the four older men, each with satisfied looks on their faces. They had given me a truly spectacular fucking. My eyes dropped to each of their cocks, each limply hanging and each glistening with the juices of my pussy and cum. I smiled with a wicked thought and pushed my weary body to sit forward. I motioned them to me. One after the other I sucked and licked their messy cocks clean.

I was given a drink which I gulped down too fast. It went directly to my head. I was given a glass of water next which I also gulped. My body was recovering somewhat even if my head was swimming from the sudden intake of a double bourbon. I slid off the couch and had them cram onto it, their hips and thighs pressed tightly together in the process. Would they get hard, again? I was sure Harold would. He had recovered quickly before. The others?

From one to the next and next and next, I sucked and licked cock. I was rewarded eventually with four hard cock, again. I sat back to consider the results of my efforts and what to do next. One of my hands fondled a breast while the other casually stroked my pussy. Harold made the decision for us. He stood and took my hand, turned me to the short hallway leading to the bedrooms.

He announced, "We're moving this party to more practical accommodations." He nudged me ahead of him with a smack to my ass. I jumped ahead with a school girl giggle.

Harold climbed onto the bed and I followed with him. I crawled over his body, held his cock, and moved my body and it until it sank into my cum-filled hole. Another man knelt alongside us. As I bounced up and down on Harold, I leaned to the side to engulf the other man's cock into my mouth. I felt movement on the bed on the other side and groped my hand in that direction until I found his cock. As I stroked it, the last man appeared fondling my breasts.

When Harold came, they all shifted. The next man wanted me on my hands and knees. The third and fourth in the missionary position. Eight loads of cum. Multiple orgasms of my own. What more could a blossoming slut ask for?

CHAPTER 6: DISCOVERY

I was lounging on my balcony when my phone dinged signaling an alert. I reached blindly to the side, a little table containing my paperback, an empty wine glass, sunscreen, and my phone. I fumbled for the phone, content to be sprawled under the hot sun. When I held the phone up in front of me, before I woke the dark screen to life, I smiled at the image reflected on the dark surface. It has been weeks since that night with Harold and his friends and more weeks since the week of exploration at the resort island. Now, I lay brazenly naked on my small balcony. Being on the top floor held some advantage along with the walls separating the balconies for some modicum of privacy but I knew I frequently exposed myself to those below in the commons area and other apartments around the quad. I enjoyed the feeling of the sun on my bare body and I was intent of minimizing tan lines even though I didn't have the benefit of a nude beach. Mostly, though, I really enjoyed being exposed. It was a wonderfully erotic feeling.

I punched in my password as I squeezed my thighs together with a big smile. At the moment, I had a vibrating egg gently buzzing inside my cunt. Oh, yeah, these weeks have generated some other transitions, too. Harold. For an older guy, he's had a lot of ideas for me. I suspect he likes the physical 'thanks' I have generously provided. In the effort of continuing to move forward, he has encouraged me to include new terms. Referring to my pussy: Cunt. My breasts: Tits. I find when I am sexual these new terms are exciting, too.

I search for the source of the alert. I find it in an app that has laid dormant, the app for the resort used for communication of events, weather, and activities. It went dormant after I checked out and received the final summary of miscellaneous billing information. I tapped the icon and the familiar resort screen popped up. A message was waiting. I tapped on it expecting to find a promotional offer. It wasn't.

'You have a message from another guest. Press this link for options.'

I followed the link to learn when I registered my email address and phone number it included an option for contact between guests, if they approved the communication. I followed the link further to find a message pending from... Adam Jacobs. Adam Jacobs? Adam? My Adam? I never got his last name. It was a literal one-night-stand and, I thought, no chance of seeing him again. I clicked on the message.

'Teresa... I loved the way you pronounced it... ter-RAY-sah... with a bit of Latin accent... obviously, you left an impression on me. I am hoping your impression of me was also positive or I am going to appear quite the fool here. But I don't think I will be. I think that night was special for you, too. So, here's the deal... I want to see you, again. More, though, I've described you to my friends and they agree you'd be perfect for us. It's outrageous but I had the feeling you might be looking for outrageous. If you see this and you are curious, respond. Otherwise, I hope your life is good. Adam.'

Oh my, God... good impression? I'll say I have a good impression. That single night was amazing. And his cock... how I wished there had been more time. Now he's suggesting just that? What's this about his friends? He said I'd be 'perfect for us'; what's that about?

I pressed reply and a text field opened below his message. It was all within the resort app, not a direct email communication. For security purposes, I supposed.

'Adam, thanks for the message and thinking of me. That night was... wow, special for me. You were amazing and I have wished we could have spent more time together. YES... yes, I am curious what you have in mind. I am including an email address; it might be more direct communication for us. Excited, Teresa.'

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