Further learning
 

Getting out of the pool, naked, Gretel says, “We must get Marcus to come over for you to try this method out on ‘im. e’ will love it”

“Yes. OK. When?” I say, intrigued.

“Tomorrow. Can you arrange it?” Gretel asks.

So I fix with Marcus to come over tomorrow. “Willingly!’ he says.
It’s morning, Gretel and I are having coffee in shade under the trees not far from our pool.

“What you showed me yesterday was really good and I enjoyed it. Do you think we - or I - could do that to Marcus when he is here?”

“I think so. ‘e was quite willing last week to have you masturbate him while ‘e looked up my skirt as I stood over ‘im! I think ‘e will love it!”

Soon Marcus arrived. “So what pleasure awaits today? To make you happy, Monique, I have put on that thong you gave me. I’ll show you in a bit - after a coffee, perhaps?”

As Gretel went commando yesterday I thought I’d do the same - and wear a short skirt (to see if Marcus would notice but this would depend on how I sat or moved my legs!). I don’t know what Gretel was up to as her skirt today was longer but I assume she also had no panties.

In a bit off came Marcus shirt, then his shorts revealing himself in a black thong evidently rather tight on his splendid equipment! “How do you like the thong?” I enquired. “Rather too tight, but yes. Be better if you could get a larger size for me, Monique.” “OK, I’ll see.”

He removes it so us girls can admire his cock and balls swathed in dark fur. He swims but as he comes out of the water I notice his cock has swollen.
“You ‘oping for some action Marcus. It looks like it!” Gretel says. “Any time you like!” responds Marcus.

“OK Marcus, since last time I had you off I’ve had the hots and want to do it again, so throw those cushions on the ground and lie on them.”

He does as commanded, rapidly, cock already fully tumescent!

“I’m going to sit astride you and Gretel is going to do as before, OK?”
“Yes please!” Marcus intones.

I step across his body to face his feet. “You need to take off your clothes,” Marcus says. “Ah yes!” I strip, step across Marcus and lower myself so I can kneel astride him and partly sit on him with his upstanding, lovely cock between my legs. I inch forward till it is almost touching my cunt which I know is moistening. A glance behind and I see Gretel crouching over Marcus’ head, skirt draped so that his head is inside the skirt.

“Oh that looks lovely’” he says. “Just come a bit lower Gretel so I can lick you.”

I am now admiring Marcus’ swollen member. I touch it, move it around a bit, move my hand down the shaft and grip it. I can feel the heat coming from his cock in my hand and gradually start to massage it, the loose skin meaning I can move my fingers up and down his shaft.

“Is that OK, Marcus?” I am trying to do what he told me to do last time.

“Oh yes,” he mumbles from somewhere inside Gretel’s skirt. I carry on; up and down, quick and slow, heft his balls up, roil them around, gently. I’m enjoying manipulating his hot rod - and I rub it against my pussy occasionally which I now can feel is quite slippery! Just love this! As does Marcus because I feel a tension developing between my thighs. I stop; I squeeze his cock halfway down and draw my hand up to the top and, yes, there is some clear juice rising out of its head. It glistens; I touch it and see it “strings” out from my finger. I rub it around the head of his cock as it’s slippery; another squeeze gently and there’s more so spread that around the head and down the shaft. I now discover that my fingers can slide down from the head to the shaft easily - and manage a few short strokes like this. I slide one hand down his slippery cock, pull the skin tight and with the other I rub his shaft from the top of its head down to the bottom and up again. Several times I do this and Marcus is groaning, mumbling I know not what but it’s obvious he likes it.

Marcus is now really tense as he licks Gretel’s cunt. “Is that good Gretel?” I ask. “It is very, ‘ow you say, stimulating. ‘e make me orgasm soon!”

My massaging is having quite some effect on Marcus: he is starting to wriggle a bit. I can hear heavy breathing. I slow; I want to delay the moment of climax.

But’s it’s impossible! I watch his cock’s opening. A short, thick throb of juice, then a huge shot of white cum - which actually hits me in the face! - followed by several more as I continue (having learned from Gretel) to masturbate his cock. There seem to be many cum shots, gradually weakening as I keep on rubbing and squeezing, the smaller drops just dripping out of his hard member. Some of these spurts of cum have spilled over my legs. (I shouldn’t have had my face so close to his cock!)

Gretel: “Marcus, just keep on licking my cunt! Don’t stop because you ‘ave cum! It’s my turn!”

He obliges as I climb off. Gretel is moaning, tension in her neck as she arches her head back, eyes closed, holding Marcus head in position while he licks and sucks at her pussy. Soon she cries loudly, shakes and actually falls away from Marcus as she orgasms. He is left with a wet face and a very slightly diminishing cock!

I’m the one left high - but not dry!

After a time of recovery for Gretel and Marcus and some tidying up we return to normal except that I have no clothes on, Gretel is still in her skirt and Marcus has returned to a chair with a limp cock.

Need another swim!