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The cabana curtains fluttered like breath as Elena’s tongue dragged a slow, wet stripe up Susan’s slit, parting her swollen lips with the flat of it before spearing inside. Susan’s hips jerked; Elena pinned them down, humming so the vibration thrummed through Susan’s clit. Two fingers plunged in, curling hard against the ridged front wall, pumping in a rhythm that made obscene squelching sounds. Susan’s juices coated Elena’s chin, dripping in silver threads onto the cushions.

Richard stood transfixed, cock jutting heavy and flushed, a bead of precum trembling at the slit. Diego’s hand wrapped around him—slow, deliberate strokes, thumb smearing the slick head. “Look at her cunt flutter,” Diego murmured. “She’s starving.”

Elena pulled back, lips glossy, and spat directly onto Susan’s clit before sucking it between her teeth. Susan screamed into the gag of her own forearm. Richard’s knees buckled; Diego caught him, guiding him forward until Richard’s cock brushed Elena’s cheek. She turned, engulfing him in one slick motion—throat relaxing, nose to his pelvis, saliva pooling at the base. Richard’s hands tangled in her hair, hips snapping involuntarily, fucking her face with wet, choking sounds.

Diego moved behind Elena, spreading her ass with both thumbs. Her hole winked, slick from earlier play. He spat—a thick glob landing dead center—then pressed the fat head of his cock against it. Elena moaned around Richard, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. Diego sank in to the root in one brutal thrust; Elena’s back bowed, pushing her tongue deeper into Susan. The chain reaction was filthy: Diego’s thrusts drove Elena’s mouth onto Richard, drove Elena’s tongue into Susan, drove Susan’s orgasm crashing over her in shuddering waves. Her pussy clenched, squirting clear fluid across Elena’s face in rhythmic pulses.

They rearranged like animals in heat. Richard flat on his back, Elena straddling his face reverse, grinding her soaked cunt against his beard. The coarse hair rasped her clit; she rode hard, juices flooding his mouth until he swallowed convulsively. Diego knelt between Richard’s thighs, lifting Elena’s hips just enough to slide his cock into her pussy alongside Richard’s tongue. Double penetration—tongue and cock—stretched her open; she came with a guttural cry, squirting again, this time drenching Richard’s chest in hot arcs.

Susan crawled forward on shaking limbs. Diego caught her by the hair, guiding her mouth to his balls. She sucked one, then the other, tasting Elena’s tang mixed with Diego’s musk. Richard’s hands found her hips, dragging her backward until she straddled his cock. He thrust up blindly, spearing her in one slick glide—her cunt still spasming from Elena’s tongue, still dripping. The angle was perfect; his cockhead battered her cervix with every snap of his hips.

“Ass,” Susan gasped. “I need—”

Diego pulled out of Elena with a wet pop, cock gleaming. He slicked himself with the mess between Susan’s thighs—Richard’s precum, her own cream, Elena’s squirt—then notched against her puckered hole. Richard stilled, buried balls-deep in her pussy, feeling the pressure of Diego’s cock through the thin wall. Diego pushed. Susan’s breath hitched; the burn bloomed into white-hot pleasure as he breached her, inch by thick inch, until both men were seated fully—cocks pulsing side by side, separated by a membrane that fluttered with every heartbeat.

They moved in counterpoint: Richard withdrawing as Diego drove in, Diego retreating as Richard slammed home. The friction was maddening; Susan’s clit ground against Richard’s pubic bone with every thrust. Elena straddled Richard’s face again, this time facing Susan, and their mouths crashed together—tongues tangling, tasting each other’s arousal. Elena reached between them, pinching Susan’s nipples until they throbbed blood-dark.

Susan came first, a violent clench that milked both cocks. Richard roared into Elena’s cunt, hips stuttering as he flooded Susan’s pussy with thick ropes of cum. The heat triggered Diego; he buried himself in her ass and pulsed, spunk jetting so deep she felt it in her spine. When they pulled out, the gape was obscene—Susan’s holes gaping, red, leaking twin streams of white that mingled and ran down her thighs in slow, viscous rivers.

But the night was young.

In the orgy pit, the air was thick with the stench of sex—sweat, cum, pussy, the copper tang of bitten lips. Susan was blindfolded again, wrists bound above her head to a ceiling chain. Bodies pressed in. A woman’s mouth latched onto her left nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise; another tongue licked a stripe up her taint, rimming the cum still oozing from her ass. A cock—thick, unfamiliar—slid between her tits, fucking the slick valley while hands spread her pussy lips wide. Someone spat into the open hole, then filled it with three fingers, twisting.

Richard’s voice cut through the haze: “Open wider, love.” She obeyed, and a cock pushed past her lips—salty, veined, already leaking. She gagged, then swallowed, throat working. Behind her, Richard’s beard scr*ped her shoulder blades as he entered her ass in one brutal thrust, using Diego’s cum as lube. The stretch burned; she pushed back, wanting more.

The blindfold slipped. She saw Richard’s reflection in the mirrored wall—eyes wild, cock disappearing into her ass again and again, balls slapping her pussy. In front of her, Diego fucked her mouth, hands fisted in her hair. Elena knelt beneath, licking Richard’s shaft on every outstroke, then Susan’s clit on every instroke. The overload short-circuited her brain; she came with a muffled scream, pussy and ass clenching in tandem, milking Richard until he painted her bowels white.

They untied her eventually, limbs trembling. She was passed around like a prize—bent over a stranger’s lap, spanked until her ass glowed crimson, then fucked doggy while sucking another cock. Cum dried in crusty streaks on her skin; fresh loads replaced them. At one point she was held upside down, legs over a man’s shoulders, pussy fucked while another ate her ass, tongue spearing deep into the mess Richard and Diego had left.

Dawn painted the pool deck pink. Susan floated on her back, breasts bobbing, cum still leaking from every hole. Richard swam beneath her, mouth latching onto her pussy, sucking his own spend mixed with others’ until she came again, weakly, thighs clamping his head. When he surfaced, his beard was soaked, eyes feral.

The new envelope was heavier—embossed with a tiny gold key. Vanessa’s voice was a purr against Susan’s ear: “Island leaves at dusk. Ten couples. Three days. No safeword. Just surrender.”

Susan’s cunt clenched around nothing, already aching for more. She looked at Richard—lips swollen, cock half-hard despite the night—and smiled, slow and filthy.

“Pack light,” she said. “We won’t need clothes.”

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