Chapter 11: Validating What Happened

We broke apart from our kissing and teasing each other, and Ray pulled me down the short corridor to the adjacent bedroom. A queen-size bed graced the room with other bedroom furniture. Ray led me to the bed and pushed me onto my back.

Then Ray’s tongue, that marvelous tongue, found my slit and in no time as all he had me writhing and starting to cum. He introduced me to something called the ‘Hummingbird’ where he made maximum mouth contact with my pussy, in particular my clit, and then started a low frequency hum or buzz.

Stacy had mentioned that Ray had superb oral talents, but within sixty seconds I could tell she’d understated his prowess. Ray demonstrated a unique facility to bring a woman to orgasm as well as prolong the pleasure in her body.

I shifted into a talkative mood as he worked my pussy over with his tongue, rising towards various peaks as each second went by. “Oh fuck. Ray you are superb. Where’d you ever learn how to do this? You’ve got to teach Josh some of this. Oh, dear, my clit is ... right ... THERE! Oh, good God. How’d ... Oh fuck...”

In the span of ten minutes he brought me to two ‘Class A, Richter 8’, orgasms. Further, every time my body flushed I gushed some girl juice in his face and got physically hotter and hornier. I know I was soaking the bed sheets but didn’t want to stop. Was there a limit to how horny you could get? I was a unicorn – I loved sex.

I finally regained sufficient composure to ask Ray to bury his cock in my pussy. “Come to me you wonderful man. Make love to me. Let me celebrate your marriage with a good fuck.”

I sort of liked the way the last couple of statements sounded, almost farcical in a way. Later when I thought about it, I wondered if we really needed marriage in today’s society.

Ray pumped into me for a few minutes then literally picked me up without ‘breaking lock’ with me. He spun me around the room as I held on to him – arms around his neck; legs around his waist; his hands on my butt holding me up, and his cock buried in my smoldering cunt.

After he bounced me around a little on his cock, he lay down on the bed with me atop him. In this position he could be more relaxed and fondle, lick and suck on my breasts. He did, leaving me with a couple of hickeys to remember these moments. I didn’t mind and would wear them as a pleasant reminder of our passion until they faded a few days later.

I told Ray as I got nearer and nearer to my third orgasm of the hour. He was almost there too.

“Fill me with your cum,” I said.

He said, “I should warn you, I cum a lot. I’ll flood you, particularly since I haven’t cum since I fucked Fiona and Stacy on the airplane.”

“Then flood me,” I implored in a ragged voice as I got even neared. The thought of him flooding me with man jizz had a whole lot of appeal.

“I’m ... I’m there,” he announced a moment later.

I allowed myself to crest as well, just as I felt the first of Ray’s juices surge into my vagina. He surged ... and surged ... and surged. Now he was the one flooding the bed. His cum over filled my pussy and immediately started to leak down on his body and hence onto the bed. I’d never seen so much in a single orgasm. This man was very unique.

In spite of my curiosity about Ray’s volume, I went into my heaven, closing my eyes for a minute as the pleasure surged through me. We then held each other tight and as our climaxes waned we kissed passionately. As the crest slid totally by, our kisses and stroking became more tender and loving.

“Wow,” I said as I intentionally rubbed my breasts and erect nipples around his chest, “Fiona and Stacy really have a gem. You are a keeper.” I pumped my hips up and down on Ray’s still swollen cock; cum squirted out and flooded us even more, and that made me laugh.

“You’re right, you do cum a lot,” I said with a snicker. “How am I going to get from here to the bathroom without leaving a trail?”

“Don’t leave. Just pull off and let yourself drain onto my body. I’ll take care of it.”

I lifted myself up off of his cock and shifted up the bed just in time; several large dollops of man jizz dropped from my vagina and spread out over Ray’s pubic area and abdomen.

I waited until the drips stopped then clasped a hand over my pussy and with some awkward gyrations got off the bed and walked into the adjacent bathroom. A couple of minutes later I came back to the bedroom with a warm washcloth.

Ray hadn’t touched the cum pools on his body.

I love cum. I like the taste, the texture, and the naughty thought of swallowing it, particularly knowing that it’s something most women don’t or won’t do. Remember, I was the high school blowjob queen.

I draped the washcloth over the bedside table and moved between Ray’s legs. I took his moist cock in my mouth and cleaned him, lapping up one side and down the other until our combined juices were gone. Did I mention that I like the way I taste too? Ray certainly liked what was happening.

I ran my tongue up into the first dollop of cum that pooled on his lower body, lapping at the wodge the way a cat laps at a puddle of milk. Our juices – mostly Ray’s cum – tasted salty, slightly musky and tart, and almost like an exotic milky salad dressing with rare herbs and spices. My kind of protein.

Stacy came into the room as I started lapping at the white batter.

“You have to share,” she teased as she slid her nude body onto the bed beside me. “House rules!”

She smiled and then joined me after leaning in and kissing Ray. In a couple of minutes there was no more cum to savor; we’d swallowed it all.

Stacy and I kissed and rubbed each other a lot, fingering each other’s slits – mine still wet with some residue from Ray and hers still with some residue from Josh. I liked how erotic that sounded when I crystalized the thoughts.

A sea breeze floated into the room, making all of us perspire from our efforts. We could hear the palms swishing against each other outside the large French doors that opened onto the pool patio.

We heard two splashes and some laughter from Josh and Fiona. They called out to us: “Come join us in the pool if you’re done – it’s a great way to clean up and cool off. Come on guys. Hurry before we use up all the water.”

We all looked at each other and thirty seconds later the three of us hit the water too.

The five of us bobbed around the pool for almost an hour. The sun was low in the sky. Ray found that the house had been stocked with wine and champagne for us and so brought out some liquid refreshments. We also found an ample supply of sunblock.

Josh and I cuddled together at one point down by one end of the pool. I told him, “You know I could be very happy with just you, don’t you?”

He nodded and said, “Yes, and I hope you realize I feel the same way.” He grinned and said, “That said, it HAS been a great weekend – far, far beyond anything I’d expected or even dreamed about when I asked you to be my temporary girlfriend’.

“I like this temporary girlfriend role.” I leaned in and kissed him, making sure my aroused breasts pushed against his chest and arm. “I’m not sure that I’d survive being your full-on ‘girlfriend’.”

“Well, you’re very good at it,” he said in a teasing voice. “We might use you again sometime.”

“If this is how you use people, I could get used to it;” I gestured towards the other three.

Josh asked, “Seriously, are you all right with me and what happened this weekend? I’ve taken your silence or lack of complaints about each situation as tacit approval that things were okay with you. Even more important, are ‘we’ okay?””

I took Josh’s face gently in one hand and turned his head to me and kissed him. “I’m more than okay with it – with everything. In fact, you’ll recall I sort of helped you and your sister find the new level in your relationship. So, yes, I’m fine with all that’s happened.”

I went on, “I liked being in a threesome with you and Fiona and with Stacy the night before. I enjoyed my time with Ray too. All that said, you are my focal point this weekend and if none of the other stuff had happened I’d be just as happy as I am now.

“You heard my admissions about my highly sexual nature earlier in my life, and that I can feel it all coming back as a major force and motivation in my life. I worry about your acceptance of my past and my new stirrings in the same direction.”