Wendy wasn’t hiding the fact that she was looking at the hard cock inside my trunks, either; and when Ali noticed this after a few minutes she said, a bit tartly, “Yes, Wendy, he isn’t Mike.”
Wendy just smiled.”I can see,” she said in a low voice.
Ali reached behind herself and untied her own bikini top. “No point in me wearing this, I guess,” she said, and she pressed her naked chest against mine, bringing most of my attention back to her own breasts.
“You’re killing me here,” I whispered to her.
“Do you want me to stop?” she breathed warmly into my ear.
“God, no,” I said. “Just remember I never came when we were in your room, and things could get messy here.”
“Wendy,” Ali said out loud.
“Mmm?” Wendy responded.
“I don’t suppose you’ve ever seen a guy cum before.”
“What?” I asked, equal parts surprised, horrified and incredibly turned on.
“No,” Wendy said, almost dreamily.
“Do you mind, Toby?” Ali asked. “You missed out earlier, and she missed out seeing it.”
There was no way I was going to say no, and I let her slide my trunks down my legs.
Obviously my cock was standing at attention, swollen and hard, and truth be told, even I was impressed.
Wendy came over to our lounger and sat at the end of it, as close as she could get without touching us.
“Normally,” Ali said, “a guy cumming quickly is a bad thing — but this time, it’s okay.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock’s shaft, and it took only two strokes before I groaned loudly and came so hard, I felt a little dizzy. Wendy leaned in closer and I’m not sure, but I think Ali aimed my cock so I’d shoot off right at Wendy.
Cum was dripping off her left breast and oozing between them. I was still leaking cum when I saw Wendy massaging a glob of it into her breast, paying a lot of attention to her nipple.
“Well, you certainly saw a guy cumming now,” Ali said.
“Mmm,” Wendy said, and then moved her cum-covered fingers to her other breast.
Wendy didn’t seem to be even aware that she was playing with her breasts in front of us. Or maybe she just didn’t care that we could see, after what we’d just done.
“I think Toby likes what you’re doing,” Ali told her.
I couldn’t hide the fact: I was already hard again. “Look at that,” Ali said, “You did it to him again. You know,” she continued, “if there’s anyplace else on your body you want to rub, we won’t mind.” And to illustrate her point, Ali slid her own bikini bottoms down and off.
Wendy followed suit. She certainly seemed horny enough… well, to do almost anything, and I had no idea how far Ali was trying to get her to go; but I wasn’t saying a word, for fear of saying something that would break the mood.
Wendy’s was only the second live pussy I’d ever seen. While Ali was clean-shaven, Wendy had very fine, very sparse hair. I imagined that this was natural, she didn’t shave or trim it at all, but what do I know? I certainly wasn’t going to ask.
She certainly was wet though, and the way the sun was hitting her pussy was almost enough to make me cum again all by itself.
Ali was obviously maneuvering Wendy into fingering herself in front of us, but she was losing her prey. Ali brought her hand to her own pussy, I guess to prompt Wendy to do the same.