A Sandy Finish

“That’s it, little fuckslut,” Gemma whispered to her, still **** her. “Remind John how much you love him absolutely using you. How much you love his cock slamming every inch of your cunt. Making your pussy dribble and drool, driving you towards such a big orgasm that you spray your squirt all over, completely losing control. Are you thankful for him, love? Do you tell him you love him enough, and thank him for using your little hole so perfectly?”

“Mmfmm, Mmm!” Sabrina garbled through the gag, repeating it over and over. It had to be something like ‘Thank you, John.’

“Good girl,” Gemma crooned into Sabrina’s ear. “Good fucking girl. Be his little slut. Our slut, because I love how fucking sexy you are too. God, Sabrina, it didn’t even take you two weeks to seduce me into becoming a bisexual whore for the two of you, but that means you’re my little whore to love, too. And I do. I so fucking do, just like him. Just like John. We love you, you little fucking cunt. You hole. Are you getting close? I can tell you’re holding it back now.”

Sabrina’s movement to slam back and meet your thrusts was slowing as she tensed. You grabbed her sides firmly, not pinching her yet but getting close. Listening to Gemma’s filthy, loving words to Sabrina was getting you close as well.

“Almost there, baby,” Gemma whispered to her. “You’re almost there. Your pussy is going to absolutely explode, isn’t it? Even after a foursome with an absolute goddess of a MILF, your pussy just can’t get enough of his cock. Are you ready? Should I count you down?”

“Meeemf!” Sabrina begged.

“Ten,” Gemma counted. “Nine. Eight.” She glanced at you and nodded. You pinched Sabrina’s sides, sparking that pleasure-pain for her. “One, Sabrina. Come right now.”

Sabrina keened hard in her chest as her entire body clenched and she came. You pulled out of her fully, watching as the spray of her squirt came out of her and spattered you and Gemma both. Then you wedged your cock back into her, forcing three thrusts, and pulled back out as she started squirting again. You did that one more time, the squirt reducing in size each time, before you worked your way back into her deeply and hauled her up and away from Gemma. You pushed Sabrina's face and chest first right into the sand, the slightly rough texture of it playing all down her naked body as you mounted her in a prone position and fucked her hard and deep with fast rabbit thrusts until you groaned heavily in her ear and came inside her.

She was panting, her face turned to the side and her cheek pressed to the sand, and she looked back at you and despite the ballgag and the hair and sand sticking to her because of the sweat, you could tell she was smiling deliriously.

Eventually, you pulled off of her and helped her roll over. Sabrina’s entire front was covered in sand, from cheek to chest to hips to toes. You reached behind her head and undid the gag, which she spit out before taking a deep breath. Then she launched herself at you, tackling you in a hug to your back, and she reached over and pulled Gemma into the hug as well.

“I feel like I never would have figured myself out sexually without you guys,” Sabrina sobbed softly. “I love you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Shh,” you shushed her softly, rubbing her back. “Shhh.”

It turned out that cleaning up the area, when you fucked outside, was a breeze. The squirt that hit the sand was a whatever sort of thing, and the squirt that hit the towel was just a damp towel. The cleanup of yourselves was a different matter. Funnily enough, it was actually Sabrina who ended up the least-haggard looking by the end of it by pure dint of her not wearing her clothes while you were fucking. Your shorts and shirt were soaked and sandy, as was Gemma’s dress. Sure, Sabrina was kind of sandy even after the three of you scraped her down, but at least she had a clean garment to wear.

Once you were finished, and all covered up, Gemma fished the flashlight out of the bag and flashed it around. The lube, which hadn’t been used, had fallen out of the bag while all the fumbling around had happened, and the ballgag had almost been forgotten.

The walk back home was almost like the three of you had been out drinking. Each of you was physically tired even if you were mentally and emotionally wired. By the time you reached the Air B&B, none of you wanted to do anything, but you also didn’t want to go to bed.

“Hot tub,” Sabrina groaned almost zombie-like as she staggered around the house towards the deck area.

You looked at Gemma and shrugged. “Guess we’re getting in the hot tub.”

“We should really be showering the sand off first,” Gemma sighed.

“Not our hot tub,” Sabrina said from the darkness around the corner.

Soon the cover was off and you’d raised the temperature and turned on the jets. Sabrina was the first to strip down naked and hop in, and after a glance around the dark houses, you and Gemma did the same.

Feeling the temperature rise, the three of you groaned happily as you half-floated. You didn’t cuddle, instead enjoying having the space to feel the water encompassing you as your feet mingled in the middle.

“Love you guys,” you mumbled happily.

“Love you more,” Sabrina said.

“Love you most,” Gemma said.

“Damn,” Sabrina sighed. “Love you… mostest.”

That got Gemma sliding around to kiss her to shut her up, and then you got assaulted with kisses as they teamed up on you. And, somehow, your cock managed to rise as wet tits rubbed all over your chest and face, and lips kissed your face and sucked on your earlobes and whispered sexy things in your ear. Then hands found your hard cock.

They got you up on the edge of the hot tub, and you received a blowjob in the near-pitch darkness without the house lights on. Somehow they sucked one final orgasm out of you, and you weren’t even sure whose mouth gobbled it up. You did know they shared it with a kiss.

Then it was their turn, and Sabrina got propped up on the edge of the hot tub as Gemma licked her and you stood, making out with her and supporting her.

Gemma got her turn too, her wet tits hugged to your chest as Sabrina buried her face between the Australian’s cheeks.

The bed up in your room, when you finally made it there, was glorious. One of the girls, you weren’t sure which, had changed the sheets. You mumbled a thank you that you didn’t think either of them heard because they were already asleep.

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