Klalek's pulled mugs out of other people's hands to quaff what broove remained inside. Then, they went to the nearest keg for a refill, and to hell with standing in any line.

     They grabbed Galateas, still standing, to ram their stiff dicks into the ladies' cunts from behind.

     The reaction to that from the Galateas? Ecstasy. They moaned and thrashed with a passion in a way they hadn't with anyone else.

     "Damn," Alison said, still connected to Winston. She liked the feel of Winston's slim dick inside of her while she sipped broove. "They're like wild animals."

     "Ever think of having sex with a wild animal, Alison?" Winston asked.

     Alison smiled in reply, and Winston knew, in that moment, that, in fact, she'd been thinking about doing exactly that, of getting fucked by one of those greasy, bullying sub-humans, and the erotic punch of that thought caused the sperm in his balls to need to escape now! He gripped Alison's hips, gritted his teeth, and Alison felt her husband's cum empty into her.

     So much for the stiff dick, she thought.

     "I-I'm sorry," he sputtered. "I...I..."

     "No, darling, please." Alison got off of him to get to her feet, her knees had been bothering her anyway, then helped Winston to his feet as she felt his sperm drip down her inner thigh with the grotto water. "You should see the look you have on your face right now."

​     "I love you so much, Alison, and I feel so grateful that I am able to tell you that."

     Still, they both knew what he meant by that apology.

     He'd climaxed and she hadn't at an orgy.

     She felt suddenly self-conscious about her own nudity.

     "I think I need more broove," she said. "I'm going to go stand in line, okay?"

     "Watch out for those greasy guys. Honey?'

     "Yes?'

     "I need to pee. I'm going to our room."

     "I'll be up in a minute."

     "No, I'll be back down. I just didn't want you to worry about where I was."

​     Standing in line, Alison, at first, kept her head down. No more erotic stimulation for the moment, please, she thought. I am full up.  That resolve lasted about twelve seconds. Then, aw shit, she broke down and got a look around for the one person in the grotto who most aroused her. She saw him, and the need to masturbate, just get the goddamned orgasm over with, overwhelmed her. It was all she could do keep from plunging her fingers up her own pussy hole right then and there.

​     In the pool, Xerxes slid his veiny, meaty loaf in and out, in and out, of Myanna from behind. He also held Anne effortlessly over his head, her legs spread and his serpent of a tongue slithering up her twat. He pulled himself out of Myanna as Alison watched. Myanna went to protest. He planted his wet, sloppy mouth over her wet, sloppy mouth, then lifted her over his head so that Anne could take her place in the pool. Anne bent over, grabbed her knees, then backed into Xerxes, taking his cock into her right up to the balls while Xerxes and Myanna continued to soul kiss. He held her up with a single hand. With his other hand, he slid two fingers into her pussy, then three fingers, the, fuck it, he just slid his whole fist into her.

     Myanna writhed like a fish on a hook...

     but she also climaxed...

     as did Anne...

     As did Xerxes himself.

     They didn't all climax at the exact same time. It was more of a chain reaction sort of thing, like

     "Aagghhh!"

     "Aagghhh!"

     "Aagghhh!"

     Anne and Myanna fell away from Xerxes, sweaty and spent.

     Xerxes licked his lips. 

     Alison came up to him with a mug full of broove.

     "Looks like you could use a sip," she said.

     "Your turn," Xerxes replied as he washed off his dick.

CONTINUE

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