Within seconds of slipping into Celine’s guest bedroom, Nils and Marci were naked, on the big bed, fucking. Moonlight shone through the tall windows, bathing their bodies, but they were oblivious to beauty of those shadowed curves, the splendor of that silvery skin. With each thrust, Marci moaned, a counterpoint to the steady slap of flesh upon flesh. The piquant aroma of their arousal filled the room, but they were unconscious of the sounds and scents of sex. They gripped each other with fervor harsh and tender and harsh again, but of tactility they felt nothing but the slippery snug suction of cunt clutching cock and the swell and surge of impending orgasm.

Climax came, the pleasure of it powerful and sudden and prolonged. Marci cried out. Her cunt gulped and swallowed Nils’ jetting seed. They lay together smothered by bliss of their own making.

Some minutes later they swiveled together, and Nils’ mouth found Marci’s sex, and Marci’s mouth found Nils’ phallus. She tasted herself as he tasted her. She couldn’t at first fit all of his cock into her mouth, but was content to lick and kiss and suck from the side, while Nil’s tongue explored the frills and folds and furrows of her lubricious core.

Gradually their arousal grew. Nils rose up over her on hands and knees, and she captured the engorged head of his cock completely in her mouth. Her hands formed a channel for his shaft, so he could fuck her face without hurting her, and he fucked her face, and they enjoyed the squelch of juice. Soon he was fully erect, and they swiveled again, and joined again, and made love long into the night.

Very late the next morning while the guys were out buying bagels and cream cheese, Marci and Celine were in the kitchen brewing coffee and taking Thanksgiving dishes from the dishwasher.

“Sounded like you and Nils had a good time last night,” Celine mentioned, a smile in her voice.

“Oh God, you could hear us?” Marci returned Celine’s grin.

Still smiling, Celine shook her head side to side, a no meaning yes. “I love the sounds you make when you come.”

“I couldn’t help it.” Marci closed her eyes for a moment. “He tongued my clit so good. He made me gazz red and gold.”

Celine thought for a moment. “That’s pretty good considering the guest room is pink and blue. Ours is blue and pink.”

“What’s the difference?” Marci had to ask.

“When the boys get back I’ll show you. Do you think it would be too naughty if we all fucked in my big bed?”

“I think that would be wonderful,” Marci concluded.