Lunch

The room was decorated with large posters and flat-screen TVs showing a mixture of scantily clad beach babes in tropical-looking places and reproductions of classic British saucy seaside postcards. Stereotypical Hawaiian music tinkled through the sound system.

Lunch itself was a buffet. Among the usual fayre there were sausage rolls shaped to look like dicks and various other sexualised foodstuffs. The sweet section contained chocolate knobs, chocolate boobs and other delights straight out of a seaside novelty shop. At one end of the tables, closest to the doors we had just entered through, were the obligatory blue and pink pills.

Behind the tables, charged with replenishing the food, were a group of buxom young ladies all dressed in somewhat revealing French maid outfits. These members of staff had evidently not partaken of the medication since their breasts weren't ridiculously massive; that said, their tits were certainly all on the big side by normal standards and their outfits were low cut, with short, tight skirts accentuating their lower curves and smooth, long legs.

As well as keeping the buffet well stocked, the maids guarded the pills carefully and each guest was required to give their name and room number before they were allowed to take one. This was, I found out, to prevent anyone overdosing, as excitable guests might be prone to do. That made sense - I could see the appeal of making my dick even bigger and harder, or of a woman wanting even bigger tits than the others in the room; after all, we all knew this was going to descend into a full-on orgy and such attributes could be advantageous in attracting people to fuck. So, one pill each it was.

Following our big dinners last night and large breakfasts in the morning, the other guests and I were not very hungry but dutifully nibbled at the assortment of food and took the opportunity to mingle with each other a bit more. It soon became clear that the food was more for playing with than for serious eating. Claire seemed to get the hang of this quite quickly - she accidentally-on-purpose dribbled some chocolate sauce over Kirsty's boobs, and proceeded to act horrified.

"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry!" she gasped. "Let me clean that off," and immediately stooped to lick the sauce from my wife's tits, being sure to linger when her tongue reached the point where Kirsty's nipples were protruding from her bikini top. Kirsty sighed and moaned as Claire's tongue played with her tits, holding her new friend's head and pulling her into her giant orbs. It was Kirsty's turn to be carefully careless next, somehow managing to tilt her plate towards my crotch and spill some kind of jam on my trunks.

"Oh, Billy", she said, playfully, "Do allow me," and she dropped to her knees, licking and sucking at my dick through the tight swimwear. While she did this, Claire dropped a walnut down her cleavage.

"Oh, no, I'll never get that out! Can you help me, Billy?" I was only too willing to take on this heroic act.

"Sure," I replied, and buried my face between her delightful, beach-ball sized breasts while feeling those same tits up with my hands. Coming up for air and glancing around, similar shenanigans were going on all around us, with the guests coming up with all kinds of terrible excuses to explore one another's bodies. So far, though, all swimwear was still in place, but it was only a matter of time until that changed.

I switched my attention back to playing with Claire's tits under the pretence of our walnut hunt. She offered to "help" by removing her bikini top, and I accepted her assistance, inspecting her massive boobs carefully, paying special attention to her pert nipples, which I checked with my tongue. You know, just in case a walnut got lodged there.

Looking down at her discarded top on the floor, I spotted the offending morsel and pointed it out to her.

"Thank you, my hero!" she said, and embraced me with a full on, passionate kiss, her now naked giant boobs pressing against my chest while Kirsty continued to play with my cock. Claire then turned and bent over, pretending to reach for her lost walnut but giving me a spectacular view of her arse, protected only by a very thin g-string.

Kirsty stopping slurping at my swimming trunks and looked up at me, doe-eyed. The front of my trunks were now sopping wet from her attentions on the outside and my own pre-cum within.

"Oh no, Billy, I seem to have made that worse. You'll have to take them off." And without further ado she proceeded to pull my trunks down, allowing my hard dick to spring free at last. At this point, Claire farted, the sound drawing my attention back to her exposed arse and barely-covered pussy, clearly wet and eager for a fuck.

"Uuuuhh," said Claire, rubbing her cunt as she farted again.

"Ooh, someone needs a good fuck," said Kirsty, looking at me. "But first, big boy, I want to smell your fart." She shuffled round behind me, and I felt her nose parting my arse cheeks. I let rip, farting all over my wife's face and then guiding my hungry cock past Claire's skimpy little swimwear and into her waiting pussy.

After all the chat in the changing room and titillation since then it felt great to have my enormous cock inside a woman again, and with a buttock in each hand I pounded away at Claire's pussy, watching her enormous tits bouncing around to my rhythm. Kirsty came and stood next to me with a cheeky look on her face. She moved in for a kiss and I let my tongue explore her mouth while my dick explored her new friend's vagina.

"Are you enjoying fucking my new friend?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, babe," I replied. "Just look at this beautiful arse, and how her massive tits jiggle around. It feels so good."

"Ah, ah, yes, fuck me!" was Claire's contribution to our conversation.

"Good," said Kirsty. "I must say this holiday isn't quite what I was expecting."

"Me neither. But it's the best holiday I've ever had!" I replied. "Thank you for arranging it, you sexy thing. Look at you with your massive tits."

"Mmmmmm," said Kirsty, rubbing a nipple through her bikini top. "And you with your huge cock. A bit like this one." She held up a chocolate dick that she had taken from the desert table, poked her tongue out, and started licking its tip. Once it was wet all over, she put it into her mouth and started to suck. She then removed it, and I saw it had melted slightly. "So tasty. So hard. So... brown." With this last word, she raised an eyebrow, and moved round behind me while I carried on fucking Claire. I felt Kirsty's tits pressing against my back, and then something else further down: a hand spreading my arse cheeks and the warm, moist chocolate cock being gently pushed between them.

Kirsty leaned forward to whisper in my ear: "You've had your dick up my bum, now I'm putting mine up yours." She held the chocolate steady and I slowed my thrusting down, the confectionery moving slightly deeper inside me with each backward movement. But Claire was eager to keep fucking and started thrusting back at me, her pussy muscles trying to grip my cock tightly.

"Ah! OH YES!" she yelled as she reached a climax, taking me over the edge too. As I came, my arse clenched and I felt the hollow chocolate cracking as my spunk spewed forth into Claire's cunt. Kirsty was still behind me, her tits pressing into my back.

"Oh, good boy," she said sexily into my ear. "You fucked the nice lady. But do you know what, I'm still hungry." Her tits stopped pressing against me and I looked round to see she was crouching down by my arse. She looked up at me, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open. Then she started to lick.