by Joey W. Hill
The men were in the water now, and Walter was behind her, his hard male body as pleasurable a contrast as the temperature difference had been, with the same effect. Karen cried out as he set his hands to her hips, lifted her in the buoyant waters and then eased his cock up, deep into her. She caught hold of Marla's waist, gasping, fighting the overwhelming urge to come. Walter wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her body against him so she couldn't move. Karen watched with glazed eyes as Darryl wrapped his hand in Marla's long hair, pressed his other palm against her, down in the water where Karen couldn't see, and then she saw Marla's gaze go unfocused as he penetrated her as Walter had Karen.
Now the two women held onto each other, gasping, watching their varying expressions of desire and frustrated passion. Karen felt as if each vibration from her pussy was being echoed or felt in Marla's, as if the friction of Darryl's cock was as present in her channel as Walter's. The thought almost sent her spiraling over.
"Kiss her again," Walter murmured. "I'm not moving, and you're just going to have to hold on until I do."
He knew issuing her a command during sex excited her even more, even if the command was, on the surface, perversely meant to delay the pinnacle. Watching Darryl and Marla's expressions as he gave her the order was a painful moment of vulnerability. It was one thing to be naked in front of each other, another thing to let Marla and Darryl see their emotional loveplay, an intimate glimpse into their relationship. However, the embarrassment was quickly overwhelmed by other, more important considerations.
Walter's command made control even harder, with Marla's glistening breasts above her hands, her open, gasping mouth so close. Karen covered it with her own. Walter moved in to accommodate her so she was pressed even closer to her friend. Karen groaned as Darryl pulled out and then pushed back in to Marla, one hard stroke that rocked Marla's pussy against her own, a quick rasp of tight curling wet hair against shaved mound. Karen clung to Marla and deepened the kiss, and started just a little when she felt Darryl's hands touch her hair. His fingers stroked through it, pulling her head more firmly against Marla's to intensify the kiss as Marla might have done. It also put his hands in a fairly neutral and noticeable area, where Walter could see, and give him the ability to say this was okay or not okay, before things were in a foul zone.
Karen would have smiled at herself, thinking in "male speak", but she was too aroused to laugh. What she felt was akin to laughter, though, the joy that came from flying without fear.
She eased her calves to the outside of Marla's so that their legs were interlocked, giving a counter anchor to the men's thrusting, but also serving the purpose of bringing the women mound to mound. As the men pushed in, they rubbed, bucked, stroked. Water channeled through the folds, elemental heat and wet mixing with a different type of heat and wet.
Walter put his hand to Karen's throat, collaring her and drawing her back against the point of his shoulder. Still pressed against Marla from the waist down, she was nevertheless distant from them so she could watch Darryl's flexing fingers on Marla's hips as he increased his movements, Marla's mouth opening on cries she couldn't contain, as she watched Karen. Karen knew her body above the water was flushing, as Walter's sure strokes brought her up to the same peak. The way he held her displayed her body to Marla and Darryl, her breasts quivering with the force of Walter's penetration.
"Put your hands behind me," Walter murmured in her hair. "Let them see your gorgeous tits, how beautiful you are when you come."
She obeyed at the same moment Darryl bid Marla do the same.
The domination game was new to them, she could see it in Marla's startled expression, but a moment later Karen rejoiced to see that surprise turn to a nervous licking of lips, and a gleam of intensified desire. Not all women responded that way to commands in bed. Now Karen knew she and Marla were joined in yet another way, their desires mirrored once again.
Marla reached back, locked her slippery hands as best she could on Darryl's flanks, tilting her lovely breasts up, exposing herself to Karen and Walter, as Karen was doing for her and Darryl.
The rippling was starting in Karen's womb. "Walter,… I…I'm--"
"Let it go, baby," he gave her permission, knowing as she knew she was beyond choice. Karen arched and he tightened his grip, driving into her with rough violence. She split the night with her scream, trying to keep her eyes open through the orgasm so she could watch the hard bounce of Marla's breasts, the mouth opening, the moist tongue gasping for air.
Marla's body went rigid and the orgasm took her, Darryl and Walter at the same time. Their cries and rocking movements swept Karen along with them for an intense rippling aftershock. Marla let go of Darryl and seized Karen's waist, unable to balance herself. Karen had to do the same, so arms and legs became locked together in the intensity of the orgasms, a woven tapestry of pale bodies bathed by moonlight and water.
When the explosion ebbed away, they were still wrapped around each other, and Darryl and Walter were wrapped around them both, the only sound the ragged breathing of the men, the short gasps of the women, and the soft ripple of disturbed waters washing the banks of the spring.
Time passed. The men eased out of their wives' bodies as they relaxed. Karen felt Darryl touch her shoulder and Walter's arm. She raised her head to see Walter doing the same, a caress of Marla's cheek, passing his hand down his own wife's back. Marla kissing Walter's palm, Karen's lips. All four remained joined by limbs, these gentle kisses, soft touches, incoherent murmurs.
Dances had a beginning and an end. But some dances led to other dances, like a classical piece that had a pause, which was really just a change to the beginning of the next piece. Karen rubbed her cheek against Marla's, rested that cheek on Marla's shoulder, which put her forehead against Darryl's shoulder. She felt Marla do the same on her shoulder, and Walter's shoulder. It occurred to her what a beautiful choreographed piece this dance must have been to watch, witnessed by the moonlight and the nighttime creatures.
Someone in her dance troupe had commented once that the most stunning New York performance would pale next to dances done without an audience, like the celebrations of fairies meeting deep in the woods. Those who danced just for themselves and the moonlight.
"How did you know we would be okay with this?" Marla murmured at last, stroking Karen's wet skin.
"I didn't," Karen confided, lifting her head to encompass them all in a smile. She nestled her chin in Walter's palm at his quick, loving touch, and placed her toes playfully over Darryl's under water.
"Sometimes you just have to dance, and hope everyone else joins in."
The End
