In our room

After the raucousness of lunch, the hotel seemed much calmer and quieter as I left the changing room. The lounge area outside the changing rooms was deserted except for one couple, humping fevourishly against a wall. He was taking her from behind, a squelching, slapping sound echoing through the otherwise silent room as his oversized cock rammed into her welcoming, wet pussy, her giant tits pinned against the antique oak panelling. I watched for a brief moment to make sure it wasn't Kirsty getting her twat seen to, but once I'd satisfied myself that it wasn't her I moved on, hoping to satisfy myself in other ways.

In the corridor to our room, I met Hazel, who we had bumped into on our way to breakfast that morning. This time she had clothes on, but not many: skimpy black lingerie covered her pussy and tapered to a narrow band that ran behind her plump arse cheeks. Her huge, round tits weren't so much covered as accentuated by a matching bra.

"Oh, hello again, Billy, I was hoping to see you again," she purred sexily, and drew me into a hug. Her tits pressed against my chest and her mouth was instantly on mine, our tongues instinctively darting around one another. My hands grabbed her butt cheeks and I allowed my fingers to travel on to the warm moistness beyond. She pressed her pussy against my fingers, our mouths parted, and she smiled happily and farted, long and loud, the foul air gushing past my wrists and the sound reverberating around the corridor walls.

"Come with me, big boy" she whispered lustfully, "there's something you must see." She took me by the hand and led me, not into her and Peter's room, but down the corridor to mine and Kirsty's. Our door was ajar, and Hazel gently pushed it open and tipped her head to suggest I went in. As I took a step into the doorway, Hazel placed over hand on my arse and one on my crotch, gently caressing my hard cock through my trousers. Peter was lying on his back on our bed, stark naked. Kirsty was straddling him, her enormous tits bouncing around as he thrust his giant cock eagerly in and out of my wife's dripping pussy. A glint of light from one of her boobs caught my attention as it wobbled around and I saw that they were coated in streaks of sloppy semen. Clearly, Peter had been busy.

Oblivious to their spouses watching from the doorway, they revelled in their enthralling sex.

"Ah, ah, yes, I'm going to come!" gasped Kirsty, "just like you did, all over my lovely, voluptuous tits! Oh yes, Peter, fuck me, fuck me with your magnificent cock!"

"Uh, yes, Kirsty, I AM fucking you. I've wanted to fuck you since Hazel and I saw you and Billy at it on the hotel TV. You were so prim and proper and now here you are, rutting like a proper slut!"

"When I saw your bum this morning I knew I had to have you, but I'd never been unfaithful to Billy. Ah! Oh! Yes, Peter!" She leant forward, her tits squashing against his chest, their mouths locking in embrace. Her hip movements slowed as she orgasmed on his shaft, but he ploughed relentlessly on, thrusting away.

I quietly walked around behind Kirsty while she snogged Peter, taking in the view of his dick sliding in and out of her pussy, her butt cheeks splayed open, the rose bud shape of her anus on clear display. Silently unzipping my trousers and releasing my own extraordinary cock, I placed my bell end on my wife's arsehole and pressed gently; the movement of Peter's thrusts helping my dick to work its way inside.

"Oh, Peter, you naughty boy, I didn't know you'd brought some toys with you! Mmmmm, that feels good in my arse!"

Peter's eyes widened in shock as he finally noticed me, and Kirsty knelt upright when she saw the surprise on his face. My hands reached forward, grabbing one of my wife's marvelous mammaries in each one, I pushed my cock further up her tight shithole and whispered into her ear, "Hello, darling!"

Hazel joined us on the bed, smiling broadly as she too straddled Peter, facing Kirsty and lowering her cunt towards her husband's face. She trumped again as she did so. Peter grunted in displeasure but she was unrelenting.

"Lick me out good and proper or I'll crap on you as well," she ordered. "And you," she said to Kirsty, give us a kiss." Hazel's purt nipples pressed into the backs of my hands as the two women's enormous breasts came together when they leaned in for a snog.

My dick felt amazing inside Kirsty's tight anus. I could feel Peter's incredible cock pounding away as he ravaged her pussy, through the small wall of flesh that divided us. I allowed my cock to ease further and further in, with his thrusting doing all the work.

His voice, muffled by his own wife's cunt, called out and the thrusting stopped, replaced by a soft throbbing that I could feel through my cock as he ejaculated powerfully deep inside my wife's vagina. Kirsty broke away from snogging Hazel to yell out in ecstasy with him.

"YES Peter, oh fuck! Mmmnnrrgh! Aahhhh! Oooh, now fuck my arse, Billy!

As if the act of fucking my wife's tight arse wasn't enough on its own, the sensation of feeling a stranger's giant cock spurting his cum deep inside her through her flesh was quite a turn-on and it wasn't long before my balls were churning. Pumping my enlarged cock in Kirsty's a few more times, I squeezed her tits as I came up her arse.