Across The Sea

Carl couldn't stop thinking about Staci and Chrissie together. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much, that Staci had done that and he hadn't. But it definitely did.

And he fancied Chrissie too. He loved how soft and curvy she was. He couldn't keep his eyes off her big tits and wondered what it would be like to bury his dick down her deep cleavage.

And she'd been up for it too.

Staci and Pete were getting on better and better. Carl had to admit he seemed like a decent guy. He was nice to Staci. Didn't crack onto her even though he was clearly smitten.

Carl wondered again what he was doing with her. With his life. He couldn't stay in Spain forever.

Sex with Staci could be soft and tender and loving, or it could be hard and rough and dirty. He wasn't sure which she preferred but he was sure he didn't really like himself when he was rough with her, even if she so clearly got off on it.

But it wasn't for him to tell her what she liked and if she wanted it hard, who was he to argue? And she made him so hot and jealous sometimes, he couldn't control himself.

But he couldn't help wanting more for her. A lover who was only ever nice to her and treated her right and for that to be all she wanted. He didn't think he could ever quite be that for her himself, he was much too damaged.

They all went clubbing one night, after the bar closed. Deep sensual house music. Staci and Chrissie both dressed extra slutty.

Carl danced with Staci, his hands on her waist, her body close to his. He could feel the heat of her body.

He let the beat take him, deep and primal, feeling the groove take him and Staci as they danced and danced.

Eventually though, he found himself out of breath and needed to sit down and get a drink. Staci danced alone, her lithe body gyrating sensually to the rhythm. Pete was dancing near her. He was a better dancer than Carl imagined. Staci saw him and smiled and put her arms around him and they danced together.

"Does it bother you, watching them dance like that?"

Chrissie sat down next to him, in her little black dress, showing off all her curves.

Carl looked her up and down. Her dress was so short her broad thighs were on display and he could almost see her panties. He looked back at Staci and Pete.

"Νo," he said eventually. "It should do but it doesn't. They look good together."

Chrissie put her hand on his thigh.

"You know, if you're not bothered about Staci.."

Carl shook his head.

"I never said that."

He looked at Chrissie again.

"Did you and Staci really have a threesome?"

"Yes, " she replied. "That does bother you, doesn't it?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Would you like it?" she whispered in his ear, "If you did us both, together?"

"Yes," he said eventually.

Just then Staci walked up to them both, Pete next to her.

"What are you two talking about?"

Chrissie looked meaningfully at Carl, then beckoned for Staci to come towards her. Staci leant down and Chrissie took Staci's face in her hands and kissed her.

Staci's face widened in shock but then she leaned into it. Carl saw her red tongue dart behind Chrissie's wet lips.

Chrissie broke off the kiss with Staci and turned to kiss Carl. Then Carl kissed Staci. Pete just stood by and watched in shock.

"Let's dance, " said Staci and led Carl back onto the dance floor. Chrissie led Pete there too. Carl saw Chrissie take Pete's hands and place them on her hips.

For a while they all just danced.

Then Staci lent in.

"I know it's bothering you. Would you feel better? If we did have a threesome? You, me and Chrissie?"

Carl said nothing, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"It's ok," she said. " I get it. I don't mind."

"Honestly?"

She looked in his eyes, "Honestly. I don't like you being bothered and it's only Chrissie. If it will make you feel better."

"What about Pete?"

"What about him?"

"You like him. Don't you?"

"Don't be silly. I like you."

"I know but I'm no good. He's nice. He could be good for you."

"No baby, I want you."

They danced. Chrissie had started to kiss Pete. Pete kept glancing over at Staci but started to kiss her back. His hands reached round to grab her large round arse cheeks under her black dress.

Carl and Staci just kept on dancing together.

After the club closed, the four of them went back to the flat. Chrissie, Pete and Staci sat on the couch in the living room while Carl went to the kitchen to get some drinks.

When he got back Chrissie and Pete were making out. He was squeezing her boobs under her dress and she was rubbing his crotch as they kissed. Staci held out her arms to Carl and he leaned in and kissed her.

For a while the two couples sat side by side kissing and touching. Then Staci and Chrissie both turned away from their men and started to kiss each other. Their hot mouths were open and Carl could see their red tongues fluttering over each other. Staci reached out to rub Carl's crotch as she kissed Chrissie.

Pete had seemingly lost his nerves now, as he peeled Chrissie's dress off her and undid her bra. Carl stared at her huge succulent tits, even better than he'd imagined, her aureoles wide and her nipples pink and hard.

Pete started to suck on one of them. Chrissie moaned in pleasure, alerting Staci to what was happening. For a moment she watched Pete suck on one of Chrissie's boobs, then she leaned over and started to suck on the other one.

Chrissie moaned in double pleasure as Pete and Staci both sucked on her tits. She stared at Carl with a wide triumphant look on her face. Pete's tongue slid over her nipples and overlapped with Staci's. Staci and Pete briefly kissed each other before returning to concentrate on Chrissie's boobs.

Carl watched. Then he lifted up Staci's dress, pulled down her knickers and started to eat her out.

After a while of making Staci moan, he looked up. Pete had his dick out and was rubbing it between Chrissie's tits. It was big and throbbing. Staci still had her mouth on Chrissie's breasts and started to lick Pete's tip as it moved in and between her friends' boobs.

Carl had to claim Staci back at this and moved up to enter her and fuck her hard from behind. Pete responded by moving his dick fully into her mouth, so she was sucking him as Carl fucked her.

For a while Chrissie was left out but then she disentangled herself from Staci and Pete and kneeling up, lent over them towards Carl. She put her hands on his shoulders and lent forward to rub her boobs in his face. They were soft and ripe and firm and he eagerly sucked and licked them as he fucked his girlfriend. He put one hand on Staci's arse and put the other between Chrissie's legs to touch her wetness.

Chrissie moaned and let Carl touch her. Both Chrissie and Carl were watching Staci suck Pete's cock.

"Mmm, looks good. Doesn't it?" Chrissie murmured. She got off the couch and crouched on the floor next to Staci, on all fours with her big round arse in the air. Her panties were around her ankles and Carl could see her sweet wet pussy.

Chrissie started to suck on Pete's balls as Staci swallowed his length. Carl suddenly pulled out of Staci and switched track to fuck Chrissie instead.

Her pussy wasn't as hot or tight as Staci's but it was juicier, softer, wetter. He grabbed both her ass cheeks, bigger and rounder than Staci's, if not as firm, and he fucked her hard. She felt good, soft and warm and round and womanly.

For a moment he didn't think about anything else but then he looked over at Staci. She was lying on her back now and Pete was on top of her. Carl could see his hard dick sliding in and out of Staci's hot tight cunt. The hot cunt Carl thought of as his. Despite himself he thought they looked good together.

He turned his attention back to Chrissie and where he could see his own dick sliding in and out of her juicy pussy. He slapped her arse then reached forward to grab her big boobs as he fucked her from behind, balls deep inside her.

Chrissie was moaning uncontrollably now. Her deeper, throatier moans mingling with the higher, more familiar yelps coming from Staci. Carl realised both girls were close to coming and he started to pound Chrissie hard.

Her legs were starting to shake and her juices were dripping down her thighs. She tossed her long hair back as she called out. With a last effort he pulled her hair as he pushed her over the edge and she collapsed, quivering beneath him as he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her bare ass.

Chrissie turned and looked back at him appreciatively, "Staci was right about you. You do have a really big dick and you do know how to fuck."

He leaned down to kiss her. He looked over at Staci. He was wrong about her starting to come. They were still going at it hard. She had her eyes closed in rapture. He thought she looked beautiful.

He kissed her gently on the forehead, not sure if she noticed him or not, then turned and left the room.

to be concluded ...