The Chalet Getaway Ended in an Orgasmic Orgy in the Sun

I woke up with a sliver of light slipping through the blinds and a silence so thick it seemed to press down on the bed. Beside me, Lina was breathing peacefully, a half-smile drawn on her lips. I got up slowly, making no noise, and went downstairs naked to the chalet kitchen.

The others were still asleep. I made myself scrambled eggs with tomato, poured a coffee, and went out into the garden to lie down in one of the hammocks where the shade was still falling. I closed my eyes for a moment and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I felt was hands sliding across my back, spreading cold cream centimeter by centimeter.

I turned around slowly. It was Lina, kneeling behind me with the sunscreen bottle in her hand.

—You got up by yourself? —I asked.

—The others are still out cold. They went too hard last night —she said, and let out a soft laugh.

—What time is it?

—After twelve.

—Fuck. Get dressed and let’s sneak off for a walk?

—First you’re going to rub my back properly. Otherwise, no plan —she replied, and lay down flirtatiously in the hammock next to mine.

—Then lie down. Maybe today we won’t go anywhere —I told her, and she laughed again.

I covered my hands in cream and spread it over her shoulders, generously, without rushing. I worked my way down, kneading every vertebra, her waist, her ass, all the way to her feet. Then I climbed back up along the insides of her thighs, very slowly, listening to how her breathing changed. By the time I reached the top, she was already wet.

—You’re soaked —I murmured.

—I’ve been like this since last night. You left me half-finished and I can’t forgive you for it —she said through gritted teeth.

—Turn over.

—No. If I touch myself any more, we won’t go out, and I want to go to the beach —she laughed, wriggling free—. To Faralló cove. It’s almost empty at this hour.

—Then to Faralló cove.

***

We rubbed cream on each other in the front, took the car out of the garage, and in just over half an hour we were parking by the path. The cove is large and rugged, with a beach bar lost at the far end and a nudist area that by midday is almost deserted. We looked for a sheltered spot between some rocks that promised shade for late afternoon, spread out the mat, and lay down in the sun.

—It feels so good to have the heat on your skin —Lina said, stretching like a cat.

We stayed like that for quite a while, silent, letting the sun dry the salt from the air off us. After a bit I took a water sprayer out of the bag, one I carry everywhere. Lina looked at me, puzzled.

—What’s that for?

—I’m allergic to seawater. If I swim and don’t rinse off with fresh water straight away, I end up red as a crab.

—What a weirdo you are —she laughed, standing up—. I’m going in the water.

I watched her walk away, deliberately swaying her ass, turning around every couple of steps to stick her tongue out at me. She went into the sea, shivered at the cold, and after a few minutes came back to the towel with gooseflesh raised all over her skin. I ran my hand down her back and slowly stroked downward.

—You’re so cold —I said.

She purred and opened her legs without saying a word. I stroked between her thighs, feeling that the cold of the sea hadn’t put anything out. Neither she was in a hurry nor was I. My finger ran along the slit from top to bottom, slowly, spreading her wetness, while she half-turned to offer her body to the sun.

—Don’t stop. Like that, nice and slow —she asked in a very low voice.

With the new angle I had better access. My finger climbed from below to her clit in a slow journey, again and again. Lina opened and closed her mouth, gasping for air. I slid the other hand up to her breast, squeezed her left nipple between my fingers hard, until I tore from her a moan halfway between pleasure and pain. I did the same to the right one and, when I let it go, I lowered my mouth to it. She held my head against her chest.

—Like that, keep going, keep going —she panted.

I filled my fingers with saliva and went back to her clit, circling it without quite touching it, lingering in the wait while I sucked on her nipple. Lina clenched her legs with a spasm.

—Don’t stop now, please —she begged.

I kept circling the same spot, feeling her coming undone. She came in waves, one after another, looking for my mouth, trembling against it, entering a kind of trance she didn’t want to come out of. Until suddenly she pressed her thighs against my hand and pulled away from the kiss.

—Stop, stop please —she whispered.

I took my fingers to my mouth. She turned over and, just like that, fell deeply asleep under the sun.

***

An hour later she opened her eyes, looked at me, and lunged straight for my cock.

—Where do you think you’re going, girl? —I laughed.

She didn’t answer. She took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it very slowly, looking me in the eyes as it grew between her lips. One hand at the base, the other stroking me, unhurried, eating me all by herself at her own pace.

—Fuck my mouth —she asked, letting go for a second—. I like getting my mouth fucked.

I held her head and drove in hard. Her eyes filled with tears and a couple of retches shook her body, but she controlled them. She pulled back to catch her breath, turned around, and sat on my face.

—Eat me and come in my mouth —she panted.

While her mouth swallowed me again, mine closed over her sex. I sucked her clit and worked it with my tongue without a break. She shoved her hips against me, trying to take me in whole. When she managed it, I drove my pelvis hard until I emptied myself into her throat. Lina swallowed frantically and pressed even closer to my mouth, giving me hers.

—Fuck, do you want to kill me? —she snorted, laughing—. You’ve left me dry.

We curled up in the sun a while longer, catching our breath. My phone buzzed with a message and when I looked at it I saw the time: five thirty.

—Girl, we need to go back.

—Oh, it’s so nice here.

—Yeah, but the night can be very long.

***

We packed up, got in the car, and fifty minutes later we were back. I drove the car all the way to the back of the plot and we got out. Loud music and voices could be heard. When I went around the house and reached the pool, I found the whole scene: Carla, whom we all called “the Cat,” had Marcos’s cock in her mouth while, seated on Nadia’s face, she let her eat her cunt. The look of bliss on all three of them was out of this world. Lina squeezed my hand. It had only just begun, and what came after I’d rather let them tell themselves.

***

Carla would remember it like this. She had slept like a log after an intense night and went down to the kitchen after four, where she found Nadia and Marcos having breakfast with looks that were far too loaded for that time of day.

—Good morning, lovebirds —she greeted them.

Neither of them answered. They finished and went out to the pool. Carla had breakfast too and followed them. When she got there, Nadia was holding Marcos’s cock with one hand and trying to take it all into her mouth. Carla came over and slipped her hand between Nadia’s legs.

—You’re dripping —she whispered in her ear.

Nadia moaned and sat down on her hand. While she kept bobbing on Marcos, she was taken all the way in with three fingers. Faster and faster, higher and higher.

—Come on, faster —Carla encouraged her.

Nadia was already screaming when Carla’s hand was completely soaked, just as she was swallowing Marcos down to the back of her throat.

—Move and lie down —ordered Nadia, out of breath—. You eat me now.

Carla sat on Nadia’s mouth and, at the same time, grabbed Marcos’s cock to take it into her own mouth. It was long, one of those you can suck well and fit all the way in. Nadia’s tongue beneath her already had her on the edge. She felt a shiver run up her spine as she emptied herself over her friend’s mouth.

***

Nadia would take over the story. The Cat had filled her with wetness and left her on fire. She pushed her aside, got on all fours in front of Marcos, and he, holding her by the hips, drove into her in one single thrust all the way to the hilt.

“I almost came right there,” she thought. Marcos set a fast pace that took her to heaven right away. He realized and started pounding in and out, drawing out waves she couldn’t hold back. It got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed to the side, gasping. From the floor she could see Diego fucking his wife, Vera, against the edge of the pool, without respite.

***

Marcos told it more simply. He had woken up, found nobody there, and was making himself something to eat when Carla appeared. She asked if he wanted breakfast, he said yes, and when she brought the plate to the table he got a soft, wet kiss. Seeing her there, naked, with those breasts defying him, was enough to make his cock hard as a rod.

They went out into the garden and devoured each other with kisses. Carla dropped to her knees and started sucking him slowly, all the way, stroking him at the same time. When he was about to lay her down to fuck her, Nadia appeared and slid her hand between Carla’s legs. Carla came over Nadia’s fingers while devouring Marcos hungrily, and he made a real effort not to finish. As soon as Carla was done, it was Nadia who threw herself at his cock, eating it with a different hunger.

When Nadia got her turn, Carla got back on all fours and Marcos started fucking her hard, fitting perfectly inside her. When he felt her coming undone, he pulled out and rammed back in; seeing that drove her wild, he repeated it until she, exhausted, lay down to one side.

She barely had a moment’s rest. Nadia shoved him, knocked him onto the grass, climbed on top, and started riding him without mercy. Her cunt was tight and burning, and Marcos didn’t last long: he arched his back and spilled himself. But she didn’t stop, she kept moving on his still-hard cock until she pulled out the orgasm she’d been after.

***

And here I come in, Vera, who also has something to tell. I got up thinking I was alone, had breakfast quietly, and went out to the pool thinking about taking a swim. What I found left me frozen in place: Carla being fingered by Nadia while she was sucking Marcos’s cock. The night had already left me hot, and that scene finished lighting me up. I was just about to put my own hand down there when Lina and Diego showed up, fresh back from the cove.

—Fuck, what a beautiful show —said Diego, planting himself beside me.

—It can always be improved —I answered, looking him up and down.

Without batting an eye, he looked at Lina; the two of them stripped and he came closer until I could feel the heat of his thick cock near my mouth. I looked at him brazenly, sat up, and took it to my lips. It was so thick it forced me to open my mouth as wide as I could.

—Easy —said Lina, crouching beside us—. Let your mouth get used to it little by little.

I licked and swallowed as much as I could while Lina was sucking Diego’s balls. He held the back of my neck and pushed until I almost touched his throat, only letting me breathe just in time. Every time he pulled out, his cock shone with saliva that dripped down my chest. My eyes were full of tears and my body was begging for more.

—Fuck me —I begged him—. Put it in already.

Lina looked at Diego, made me lift my ass and plant my hands on the grass. I felt him position himself behind me and aim.

He came in very slowly, opening me with a long, drawn-out pleasure. I was so wet and so hot that I took him all the way in without effort. Lina brought her hand to my clit and stroked it with a tenderness that contrasted with Diego’s force. A first small orgasm ran through me. He noticed and sped up. Then Lina came in front of me, spread her legs, and brought my mouth to her sex.

As soon as Diego saw my mouth pressed to Lina’s clit, he started an unrelenting in-and-out that made me lose count of how many times I came. That cock filled me, his balls slapped against me, Lina’s wetness washed my mouth, and all of it together carried me to total ecstasy. That was where I was when I felt Diego drive in to the hilt and fill my insides.

—Fuck, fuck —was all he said.

When I opened my eyes, Diego and Lina were devouring each other with kisses, and the rest of us were scattered across the grass, wrecked and happy under the afternoon sun.

—Everybody in the water! —Diego shouted.

And we threw ourselves into the pool, laughing as if the morning had never happened, knowing that the night, once again, promised to be very long.