Come-In (Part 6)

(Continued from Part 5)

The three men sat back to back to back on a striped frazada Van had spread on the grass, leaning against each other as they masturbated steadily. Liam could feel Carlos’ muscles working in time against his own. He looked over his shoulder to see his friend’s strong hand working expertly up and down his length. Across the garden toward the River Steps, Liam spotted Bri surrounded by her students. She was biting her lip and nodding with pleading eyes to the young woman next to her, a coworker Liam recognized from the Wellness Center. He couldn’t see below their necks over the rough stone steps.

From around a marble plinth, Van also saw a familiar face. It was Asami, his studio tenant, resting back on her elbows as she rocked rhythmically against someone he couldn’t see behind the marble. He rubbed his thick length as he watched her breasts dance in time with her unseen partner.

Carlos glanced over his shoulder at Liam’s progress and admired the perfectly round drop that glinted on the young man’s tip. He looked up to Jule and her companion across the garden. The women were taking turns sucking each other’s nipples as they masturbated energetically. He picked up the pace.

“I’m not too far off,” Carlos said to the men at his back. “How about you two?”

Maaike & Peter were having sex at the top of the curved stone steps. Peter was on his back with his head propped by a folded orange robe, and Maaike was riding him facing out toward the crowded sculpture garden. Her long hair hung in a loose ponytail between firm breasts drawn taut by her open posture. One step down, by Peter’s feet, sat Yvette holding Maaike’s hand. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples pointed out toward the river as she strummed herself side to side with slick fingers. The curator’s eyes flicked from Maaike’s gaze down to Peter’s stiffness sliding in and out of view.

Below, on the stone balustrade beside the River Steps, Tati sat cross-legged between Luc & Juro. She circled her clit with the heel of one hand as she teased her glistening lips with the other, thighs spreading to press against the young man on either side. Her elegantly low-slung breasts jiggled and swayed as waves of pleasure moved up her body. Juro sat on her right, looking down at the stiff bronze nipple nearest him and stroking his long, curved erection. Her smooth thigh weighed on his. He was so captivated by Tati’s body that he seemed oblivious to the scene right in front of him atop the steps.

On the woman’s left sat Luc, likewise masturbating. He leaned back with a hand on the cool stone behind Tati, whose shoulder pressed into his armpit and knee weighed on his upper thigh. His knuckles nearly grazed her as he stroked himself. How is this real? he thought. The woman had visited his fantasies frequently since their evening together at the Wellness Center.

Luc glanced toward the other end of the River Steps. He drew in a sharp breath. From behind a cluster of feather grass, he saw a familiar face framed by strawberry blonde hair shift into view.

Margot rose to lean back on her hands, her fair cheeks and neck flushed, big breasts spread luxuriantly. Her lower half was hidden, but she looked down as if to encourage someone pleasuring her out of sight. She hoisted herself upright and cupped her breasts in her hands, pressing them together in a way that reminded Luc immediately of the climactic scene in “The Ample Embrace”. He didn’t look away as he worked his rigid length with a strong hand.

Just then, Tati uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs wider to press the underside of each boy’s penis. Luc & Juro responded with simultaneous groans and began moving their hips to grind against the woman’s soft skin. Juro let go of himself and pulled her thigh closer, working against it. Luc looked up from Tati’s body to catch Margot watching him. They made eye contact and she gave a good-humored shrug, jiggling her cupped breasts and glancing back down at his erection rubbing against her friend’s bare thigh.

“I’d wave her over, but she has her hands full,” Tati whispered in his ear.

“I’m about to come,” Juro announced.

“Oh my gosh Asami, that feels really good,” Nora moaned, holding tight to the woman’s raised thigh as she worked her hips. Asami held Nora’s thigh in turn, working herself against the young woman’s smooth wetness.

“Keep going honey,” Asami moaned in return. “Just like that.”

Next to them on the wool blanket Janie & Em did the same, as if mirroring the others’ movements. Em lay next to Nora, Janie next to their professor.

“I never thought I’d see you like this,” Janie said quietly to Asami, looking down at her smooth lips sliding against Nora’s clit.

“Remember, not a word.”

“I know, you just look so beautiful.”

On the other side of the blanket, Em adjusted to bear down on her girlfriend from a better angle. Her messy golden braid swung as she moved her hips with a hungry rhythm.

“Your braid is touching my nipple,” Nora said.

“Oop, sorry,” Em replied between moans. She tried to swing it over her shoulder.

“I like it.”

Quinn was on her knees with her face pressed to the beige blanket. It had the comforting scent of Lena’s studio. She masturbated briskly with one hand and caressed the arch of Margot’s foot with the other, luxuriating in how exposed her raised bottom felt in the warm air. Margot watched, still feeling the tingle of the young woman’s tongue inside her just a moment earlier.

Lena looked over her shoulder to see her husband Carlos across the garden masturbating vigorously beside Liam and Van. She bit her lip and increased her own speed. The memory of the young man spurting his voluminous load all over her husband’s strong hand pushed her close to the edge.

“Ladies,” Lena moaned, looking back to Quinn’s quivering thighs and Margot’s glistening pussy. “I need you to come with me.”

“Yes Lena,” Quinn said with eyes closed.

Margot nodded as she slid her two middle fingers deep inside. She looked to the far end of the River Steps just in time to see Luc release a thick spurt of cum onto her dear friend Tati’s tanned thigh. He and Margot made eye contact as a second spurt draped across his toned stomach. Three more followed, impressively, as they held one another’s gaze. Margot squeezed her large breasts together with her upper arms and rocked them side to side as she felt her own orgasm arrive.

“Oh my gosh Lena, I’m coming,” Quinn sang, gripping Margot’s bare foot and raising her hips higher into the air.

“I’m coming too,” Margot moaned. She reached out and took Lena’s hand, completing the circle. The three women let the orgasms wash over them.

They were oblivious to the countless other orgasms happening at the same time, like dominoes tipped by their neighbors. Maaike clenched Peter between her thighs as she sang out over the crowd, Yvette gasped and shut her eyes tight, Bri and her students cheered loudly as they came one by one. The violinist in the string quartet narrowly avoided hitting the cello on the grass next to him, whose owner squeezed her thighs around one hand, a bow still loosely grasped in the other. Tati moaned her two young companions’ names, Jule & Ash whispered each other’s, and a hundred others joined in.

From the sunlit sculpture garden, voices rose in beautifully diverse expressions of pleasure past Venus perched atop her glittering dome.