Unspoken Pleasure

"The monster's going to eat you up," Tara said, taunting.

"Actually, I think. I'm. Swallowing it," Vanessa gasped out.

I couldn't see her face, but I could tell by how she was gripping the deck under her, that this wasn't an act. Only after I was buried to the root, and the blonde woman had given herself a few breaths, did her body visibly relax. "Goddammit, Andy," Vanessa said, panting. "We need to get that thing a warning label or something."

"Object in pussy may be larger than it appears," Tara said.

Vanessa laughed. I slid my dick back. Rolled it forward. The blonde's surprisingly tight twat rippled around my cock as I slipped it back and forth.

"Fuck that's nice," I said. Suddenly, I realized what I'd said in front of my sister-in-law. Would she be upset that I was enjoying another woman? I looked over at Tara, but she was smiling, distantly, like she was remembering a joke she'd once heard.

Then the cute redhead turned to look at us, as if noticing us for the first time.

"I thought we were going to share?" Tara said, pouty.

"Don't worry baby, I've got you," Vanessa said. She gestured to the space in front of her.

For a moment, realizing what the blonde woman meant, Tara froze. We'd discovered a lot of new destinations that weekend, but I wasn't sure this was a place Tara wanted to go. Still, I give her credit, because her hesitation lasted for only a moment.

My sister-in-law flopped down to the deck and slid her crotch under Vanessa. The blonde woman dutifully dipped her head down and put her tongue on Tara's snatch. "Oooooh," Tara groaned out, a mix of pleasure and surprise. "That's nicer than I thought."

The three of us settled into a strange, undulating motion. Vanessa pleasured Tara while I plumbed the blonde's depths. The three of us rocked back and forth, like my plunges were pushing Vanessa's tongue into Tara's twat. It was incredible and exciting, certainly. But none of us let it distract us from our real purpose. I'm sure it seems strange, but I knew in my heart that we were only fucking to pass the time while the main event occurred elsewhere. As if to confirm my convictions, Vanessa poked her head up from Tara's sex and asked, "What's going on with -- uhn, that's good -- Katie and Jesse? Describe it to us, like before."

"They're still kissing," I said, which was true. But that description made it sound like nothing had changed, and that definitely wasn't the case.

My wife and brother-in-law were making out, yes. Their mouths were pressed tight like they needed each other to breathe. But their bodies were doing a very different dance. Jesse was clearly trying to get Kate on her back so he could fuck her. My wife wasn't exactly protesting -- they continued to kiss, as I said -- but she rebuffed Jesse's advances. Pushed back against his chest when he pressed her forward. Casually dangled her hand over her snatch to deny him entry. Jesse finally broke the kiss and whispered into my Kate's ear. She shook her head. He kept talking and I saw Kate's body slacken, like his words were gently loosening the restrictions she'd tied him in. But I saw her mouth make the word no.

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They went back to kissing for a bit. But Jesse returned to the role of aggressor. He didn't let Kate block him and he didn't ask for permission. He grabbed my wife's shoulders, hard, and pushed her back into the ground. Even though it looked forced, I could tell that Kate was letting him get away with it.

"Don't put it in me," Kate said, and I heard the words clearly this time. "I'm not safe."

Jesse grunted. He lay down on top of my wife. His dick cleverly nestled in the crack of her pussy. He ground his groin into hers, and Kate responded, back slightly arched. As much as I was happy that she was setting boundaries with my slimy brother-in-law, I couldn't help but wonder why she was holding him to a higher standard than the other men she'd already been with.

"Katie likes to make rules," Tara said, as if this was obvious.

"Only because she likes being forced to break them," Vanessa said, mischief dancing through her voice.

Tara seemed to think about it for a moment, but then she nodded slowly. Like acknowledging something she didn't want to admit. I supposed I could see it, too. What had this weekend been except us piling guidelines on each other, only to immediately push them over? All the 'onlys' and 'nevers' quickly turning into 'yesses' before the clay could set on our personal commandments.

All of us paused to watch my wife and Jesse dry hump. Bodies so close together it was hard to tell they weren't already connected. They rolled against each other, rubbing hard while they stared past each other's eyes. Grunting and squeaking. Equally aggressive and intimate

For ourselves, we'd stopped almost completely. Tara's head tilted back to watch. Vanessa stared forward. All of us frozen in mid-fuck. We could all see just fine, but the women made me narrate it all anyway. I think they enjoyed the extra layer my own discomfort added to the scene.

"She's gripping his ass," I said, "Grinding into him. He's pulling at her hair. Her tits."

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Kate's face was a mask of pleasure. Head thrown back. Body open in blind acceptance of what Jesse's motions were doing to her.

Jesse, too, seemed lost in Kate's incredible form. He buried his head between her breasts. Flailed against her sex. I noticed, however, that his motions were starting to subtly change.

"He's trying to 'accidentally' slip it in her," Vanessa said. I could hear her barely suppressed mirth.

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"Stop," Kate said, clear as day.

They went back to dry humping. Then Jesse did it again.

Kate raised her eyebrow at him, like warning a naughty child. "We can't," she said.

Jesse stopped. He held in place, giving my wife an incredulous look.

"We shouldn't," Kate said.