Chapter 7: The Seventh Day

The phone rang in the living room that morning, and Liz got up to answer it. I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I awoke again, she'd already been finger-fucking herself, and was masturbating me to arousal in more ways than one. As soon as I was hard, I entered her and began pumping her. But try as I might, I couldn't light that fire in her before my own orgasm hit. "I'm sorry," I panted.

"For what?" she asked.

"I wanted you to cum first," I explained. I started to finger-fuck her and bent down to kiss her cunt.

She stopped me, and gave me a hug. "Don't worry about it. I don't think an orgasm was in the cards for me this time."

"Was it anything I did? Or didn't do?"

She held her breath, as if collecting her thoughts. Then she told me something I really needed to hear, something no woman had ever told me before.

"Listen, dear. Women aren't wired the way men are. With you, orgasms are pretty much inevitable. Give your dick a tickle, and you pop. But with us, it's different. Usually I cum, but sometimes I don't. It has nothing to do with your skills as a lover. Sometimes I get a big one, sometimes a small one, sometimes three in a row. Sometimes I don't get squat, even though it's still a very pleasurable sensation, like just now.

"So you have a choice. Do you want me to fake an orgasm just to let you know that I still think you're a great lover, like every other woman you've probably slept with has done? Or do you want me to be totally honest with you about it, and not take it personally when the skyrocket doesn't go off?"

"I think you already know the answer to that, Liz. I want you to be honest with me, always. I'm a big boy; I can take a little disappointment. And if anybody could do anything one hundred percent of the time, where's the challenge?"

"Do you really mean that? Be honest with me!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die! And thanks for being so honest with me just now. I needed to know that."

She smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear. I've waited my whole life to hear that from a guy!"

"And I've waited my whole life to hear what you've just told me. Liz, what's your last name?"

"What has that got to do with anything?" she laughed.

"Well, I don't know it. You never told me, and I think I should know that about you we're going to get serious about each other."

"Are we going to get serious about each other?"

"That depends on your answer."

"Flannigan."

"I love you, Liz Flannigan. But we've got to do something about that last name."

"Is that a marriage proposal?"

"Maybe."

"Well, let me think about that. 'Liz Brown' ... it could be worse."

"Hey, how did you know my last name? I never told you!"

"From that medical report you showed me the second day we met."

"Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten about that."

"Hey, let's get some breakfast, and get out to the beach. I have something special for you out there today."

"Like what?"

She winked. "It's a secret. But you'll like it!"

When we got to the beach, we saw Amy and the two kids, but there was no sign of Peer and Inge. "They've gone on ahead," she told us as we stripped. "They got tired of waiting for you." And sure enough, they were at Hard-on Beach, a few hundred feet from the edge of the path. They waved to us, and we came over, oiled each other up, and exchanged pleasantries. And then Inge said something that floored me.

"Liz, may I fuck Dick now?"

"Certainly, darling, if you'll let me fuck Peer."

Inge rose from their blanket and hugged me. My cock responded instantly, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back and Inge was rolling a condom onto my erection. "I'm sorry, Dick," she said. "But I want to get pregnant again, and I want the baby to be Peer's. I'm sure you understand." And then she lay down next to me, hugging me, wrapping her long legs around me, kissing me. I was operating on pure instinct by now, on some animal level. The sounds from the adjoining blanket told me that Liz and Peer were in a similar state of arousal, and were in their own world of lust.

Inge was an expert lover, teasing me almost to a climax and then easing me down again, over and over. Whenever she saw the condom getting wrinkled, she'd tease my dick back to hardness, and eventually rolled onto her back and guided my rod into her sex. She seemed to have none of the urgency that marked Liz's lovemaking, being content to let her own arousal take its natural course. For once, I was thankful for the condom's blunting of the sensations of my cock in her vagina; I was able to match her own easy crescendo to climax with my own. Liz and Peer, on the other hand, had reached their own climaxes and were embracing in post-coital bliss as they hugged and watched us fuck.

Did I feel uptight about Peer having gotten Liz off where I couldn't? Not a bit. I knew somehow that it was the novelty of the fuck that she was reacting to, a different lover with a different cock and a different way of fucking. She was smiling at me now, her warm brown eyes shining with love for us all, grateful for the lust we were all sharing.

At last, Inge got serious about getting to her climax, clenching my cock with her cunt and digging her heels into my back. I responded with a groan and an explosion of cum; when we uncoupled, the tip of the condom was heavy with my spend. Inge gave me a last passionate hug, and then rolled over to give her husband one of equal passion. She spoke to him in Danish, but I caught the gist of what she was saying: she was thanking him for letting her fuck me. Liz was smiling at me, too, with a smile that told me that, while she enjoyed herself immensely, there wasn't a wisp of a cloud on our own relationship. I was still her guy. I smiled back.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Peer announced that they had to be going. "We must be back home in Santa Rosa tonight," he said. "And it's a long drive, especially with the trailer. But we will try to come back next weekend." We all stood and hugged and kissed. I even found myself hugging Peer, which I'd never dreamed I'd be doing, although I didn't quite get up the nerve to kiss him, and he didn't press the matter.

After the couple left, Liz and I went for a swim, accompanied by a considerable amount of teasing. Liz compared my cock to Peer's, saying that mine was a better fit. "And how did you like Inge's cunt?" she said flirtatiously.

"She's a good lover," I replied. "But after I came, I found myself wishing it was you under me instead of her."

"Because you could have fucked me without a condom?"

"No, silly. Because you're you, and she's her. And she's still Peer's gal, no matter what. She's a great appetizer, but you're still the main course."

On our way back to our towel, we couldn't help but notice a crowd of people some fifty feet away from the water, so we walked over to investigate. We found Sally, the blonde knockout I'd met the previous week, on her knees, circled by a half dozen men, among them her boyfriend Jeremy. She was holding her breasts up, and the men were wanking on them.

When we arrived, two of the men had already cum, and their sperm was glistening on the shelf of her breasts. The other men were not far from cumming; they were stroking their erect cocks as their girlfriends cheered them on. My own hard-on was returning, and Liz noticed it.

"Do you want to play that game?" she asked me.

"Would you like me to?"

"Sure! Why not? If it makes you hot, I want it. In fact, I'll wank you."

And she did. As I stood before Sally's cum-smeared tits, Liz stood behind me and stroked me to hardness while all the onlookers cheered. I dutifully shot my load onto the proffered target, depositing most of it just above her left nipple, and then stepped aside for the next man, who was also the last to cum. With the loads of seven men dripping from her boobs, Sally staggered to her feet and did a little dance of victory, rubbing the semen into the skin of her breasts. Then she gave each of us a kiss, including Liz. "'Cause you participated, too!" she explained. "Maybe it'll inspire some of the other girls to help out!"

We returned to our towels and re-oiled ourselves. Feeling bad that I was ahead of Liz in the climax count, I gave her some of the oral and finger-fucking that she loved so much. This time, she didn't refuse, and it wasn't long before I was able to coax a couple of small orgasms from her. By that time, my dick had hardened for the fourth time that day, and I slipped it into her unresisting cunt. We fucked slowly and steadily, paying little attention to the people passing by and watching us (including some of the men who had recently joined me in Sally's bukkake game, and whose hard dicks informed the world that they were ready for more fun). I was able to see a few of those dicks squirting their cum onto the sand before I squirted my own cum into my beloved's womb. I softened, we rolled apart, and I saw Liz give them a satisfied grin.