My Lost Shaker of Salt

Immediately, Melissa dismounted and turned around. I groaned in disappointment. "Come on our faces. Paint us." There were two gorgeous faces just inched away from my cock. I stroked it and flexed toward them as I came. Strings of cum decorated their cheeks down to their breasts. I managed to get them in their mouths, too. As my orgasm began to subside, Mary sucked me in and cleaned me off. I was surprised my the length of her tongue and how it wrapped around me. She had a neat trick, too.

They weren't quite done. They both sat up and began to orally clean each other, showing off their mouths of cum. And then, to my surprise, Mary kissed me and passed my seed over, giggling all the while. Melissa followed suit and soon we were swapping my cum back and forth. We had become silly and it was fun. We were so uninhibited.

"Okay, I have to cum again. Enough with the fooling around..." Mary was a woman with purpose. She squatted over me and pressed her ass in my face. I began to rim her. Melissa leaned over and licked her slit. Both of us had the same idea as our fingers met in Mary's pussy. With Melissa's finger moving up while mine moved down, Melissa's lips wrapped around Mary's clit and my tongue in her back door, it took no time to set Mary off. "Fuck!...Fuck! Fuck!" She grunted deep sounds and rocked in a manic way. She tensed up and screamed, "Oh, Fuck! Mierda!" and then I felt her soak up. Vaginal juices splashed out on us. I thrust my finger into her and rubbed her g-spot. She let out an animal grunt and shook. Mission accomplished. She slowly collapsed on me as I rolled aside. Melissa leaned up and we began to kiss.

We lay like that for about twenty minutes when Melissa got up to hit the head. Mary was spent. "That was as good an orgasm as I can have. Thanks. "Mi cono, it is still vibrating."

"My pleasure. I was exciting from my end, too."

"Excuse me while I change the sheets." I forgotten that Mary was the maid and Melissa was the boss. And my host. Lines blurred.

Melissa returned and Mary took her turn in the john. "Well, that was quite something, wasn't it?" said Melissa as she started to dress.

"Indeed. I'm going to sleep well tonight."

"It's your last night. Make the most of it."

Mary returned and she, too, started to dress. I got up and walked out onto the porch. The stillness was extraordinary. Then the girls left with Melissa telling me that I had until five p.m. to check out but that she would see me before then. Mary kissed me. Kiss kiss and gone. As the quiet set back in, I thought of this sex marathon I was experiencing and I considered the need for a vacation.

Day Three

Falling out, naked under the stars, joint in hand, what could be better. Turning off lights, I wandered into the bedroom and eased myself into the multiple pillows and I slept well. It was just after dawn when I awoke. Although earlier than I would have liked to rise out of this comfortable bed, it was my bladder calling. After a strong, healthy piss, I felt refreshed. The shower and then the coffee recharged me.

Grabbing my pad, I walked out on the porch and began to pour out words while I sipped my joe. I liked what I was writing and I was actually having fun, a rarity in my profession as each word can be an agonizing journey. This morning, words spewed from my writing hand faster than I could think them. In no time, it was eleven o'clock and I had seven pages I liked. With yesterday's output, I realized I was back in the saddle. I had the story under control again. These few days had cleared my DBS (Dreaded Backup Syndrome) as well as my Writer's Cramp (not quite a block). I set my number-two pencil down. I was done for now. All of my words had vanished but I did not feel drained. I felt good.. I was feeling really satisfied with myself when Sylvio pulled up.

"Ray, are you busy? Am I disturbing you? I have some of the sketches from the other day. You want to look see?"

He energetically pulled several canvases out of the car and set them before me. All were completely different in tone and style. He was a Modernist, venturing and discovering the subject as he explored different media. One canvas was of a tall, thin man standing in dark profile. The body and the face were subdued while the approach to the painting was all angles and lines. It was very striking but I didn't like it much. It reminded me of a mixture of Giacometti, Picasso and Kandinsky. Maybe it was too busy.

The next canvas was a square study of my penis. This was done in pencil and seem very exacting, a true depiction. It made Little Elvis's seven inches seem longer. This was good (and flattering) but not the sort of thing I would hang on my wall. Still, it could be a hell of a conversation starter.

The third canvas, however, stopped me cold. It was an abstraction of three people literally having fun. You could feel the happy laughter. You could tell the figures were nude but with no gender assigned. And, you could sense that they were experiencing uninhibited joy by the wild splashes of color. This was an original and by that, I mean it came from his imagination and soul. While there was a Matisse feel to it, it was unique. A smile spread across my face.

Sylvio smiled. "I guessed you would like that one. The people in it are acting so silly."

"Happy, not silly. Uninhibited. Joyful. Not silly. It's beautiful."

"Well, it is yours to have, if you want it...my gift; a tribute, if you will...to remember us...and make you come back. I have one more but it is for me."

He turned a canvas around. It was an elaborate sketch of my rear, bent over and balls hanging. I burst out laughing and said, "You can keep that." He laughed, too. He then stood up and proceeded between my legs. Nothing was said as he proceeded to take my shaft in his mouth. I sat back and closed my eyes. I wanted him to do me. He did.

I respected his technique. It wasn't enough to swallow my cock. No, he had to twirl his tongue around the shaft. It was not enough merely to lick my helmet. He had to tip his tongue into the pee-hole and suck in. Oh, that felt so good as if the head was all tingly. I must try that sometime. When he deep-throated me, I swear I good feel his tonsils tickling me. This guy was a master.

He began to suck on the head and stroke me by twisting up and around my shaft. Followed by some deep swallows, I couldn't take too much of that. I was uber-hard. I bucked against his face until I started to feel the cum rise up from my balls. He was motionless as my spunk began to fill his cheeks. He stayed this way until I was done and then he gently squeezed out a dribble more.

"Thank you, Ray. You give a good cum. Is tasty."

"Don't thank me, Syl, your cock-sucking technique is extraordinary. I'm glad you liked it. Here, let me reciprocate."

"No, no, not now. I have to be somewhere. I will see you later. I just came here to show you my work but your beautiful cock..." He didn't have to say anything. Sylvio pulled away and I was in the same position as when he arrived although a bit looser, to say the least.

I walked into the house for another cuppa and something to eat. I surveyed the bungalow and figured that when the time came, it would take me five minutes to pack and leave.

After breakfast, I performed my ritual. I smoked a bowl and ran into the sea. This was just this side of amazing; naked in an empty beach and not a care in the world. The temperature was in the nineties and the water was in the high eighties, a thermal bath. I think I saw someone but he or she had to be a half mile or more down the beach. As the person approached, I got out and ran back to the bungalow.

I sat in the shady porch and cooled down. I smoked another bowl. After about fifteen minutes, the figure approached my beach. She looked my way but she couldn't see me. She looked fine in her pink string thong and long legs. She turned around and began her walk back, behind the palms and beyond my sight. I sat back and closed my eyes, creating a fantasy about her. This was a very pleasant diversion.

I was interrupted by Melissa and Mary, who had come to clean the bungalow.

"So, how did you like my place?"

"It was fantastic, thank you. It was just what I needed. I'll pull out of here soon."

"Don't hurry, it's okay. Mary is straightening up the place and then we'll have some fun. I have a couple of hours free." She noticed Sylvio's painting. "Oh, that's good. Very good. Silvio was inspired."

"I really like it. I think I'll hang it in my bedroom."

"What? Like an upside-down horseshoe? You should be so lucky!" She laughed.

"Oh, no," I laughed. "It will remind me of these past few days every time I jerk off."

"Let me ask you something? Did Sylvio blow you when he was here?"

"Indeed, he did. And it was very good."

"I told you he was cum whore, didn't I. I think that's what keeps us together, I swear. But we haven't met many men willing to play with both of us in the last couple of years. It's been very lean."

"Well then, before I forget, write down your email and private phone. I want to stay in touch with you and be a regular thing. It only takes a couple of hours to get here and I can foresee some open weekends."

"Yeah, I'd like that. Sylvio, too." She took my pad and wrote down her contacts.

"Hey, you guys. Come in here!" Mary yelled from the house.

"She must be ready for us." We entered the house to find Mary on the bed with her naked ass in the air.

"Oh, that looks so pretty." Melissa knelt down and kissed her ass.

"Yes, warm me up, Mel. I want his cock. I want him to fuck me."

Melissa turned and took my stiffness in her hand. She gently pulled me over to Mary's ass. She began to drag my cock up Mary's ass crack, noodling around her tight pucker and down to her taint. When Melissa pushed the head of my cock into Mary's taint, she gave out an animal groan, real deep and throaty. Finally, Melissa reached the opening of her cavern. She lined me up and pushed my ass forcefully causing me to fill Mary in one thrust. Mary gasped and pushed back at me. We immediately got into an aggressive fuck with hard, deep strokes. Every few strokes, I held my cock as I bottomed out. Mary's legs spasmed a little each time I did that, causing me to stroke again. She was an assertive little fucker. Meanwhile, Melissa had a firm grasp on my balls keeping my rhythm on the beat.

We fucked like this for about five minutes when Mary cried out, "Do it, do it. Harder. Faster! I'm cumming." Melissa turned to Mary's clit and started rubbing it back and forth in a rapid diddle. That's all it took for Mary to start spraying her juices all over. My cock was engulfed in a warm bath and her cum flooded down my legs. Mary started to laugh in gratification as she reached the apex of her climax, such was her pleasure. She pushed back against me one more time, letting my cock sit in her warm velvet walls. Slowly, she pulled away from me and flopped on her stomach. "That was fabulous...fabulous. Mi coño se siente tan bien. I feel so full."

I was on my back. Melissa stroked my semi-stiffy while Mary fed me her oh so succulent nipples. Soon, I was rising to the occasion. While it took a while, it finally responded. Melissa slapped my ass and then she got on her hands and knees like Mary had done, ass up. I mounted her and pushed into her. Apparently, Mary's orgasm had fired her up and she began to fuck me vigorously. Mary lay watching us and put a hand under Melissa's breast, fondling and pulling at her nipple. She fucked me hard for what seemed like forever but was no more than a few minutes.

"Melissa, I'm going to cum soon," I said, "I can't hold back any longer."

"Just stay with me, Ray. Just another minute." She placed her finger over her clit and squeezed my cock. I was concentrating on holding back. Every sports image ran through my brain: the 50s Yankees, the '69 Mets, you name it, anything to let her ride my cock a little bit more. Her flying fingers were also doing the job on her. With a lurch and some heavy panting, she started to spasm. Her vaginal muscles seemed to have its own way of doing things and the fast squeezes could no longer hold me back.

"Here...it...cums." I began to shoot deep into her quivering snatch. We were both trembling while I pumped into her and emptied my balls. Finally, I pushed in hard and let the head pulse in her womb. We both collapsed onto the bed. I slipped out and fell on her back, my sticky dick nestled in the cheeks of her ass.

We caught our breath. Mary said, "Get up. I have to make the bed. I have work to do."

"Work can wait. I have to recover. That was great. Come, Mary, let's shower off."

They left me on the wet, sticky bed and I wallowed in it like a mud wrestler. My dick was dead but I didn't care a whit. I thought back on the great sex these past few days. I was lost in reverie when I heard moans coming from the bathroom. I quietly got up and looked in. There was Mary on her knees, water splashing over her, licking Melissa. Melissa was holding one leg up to provide Mary more access. I stood and watched these horny women. What was it about this island that made everyone fuck like rabbits? I sure was glad I found my way here.

When they finished, I stepped into the shower and let them wash me down. But my dick was dead and there was no way I was going to get hard again. We got out and toweled off. They left me in the bathroom while they went to clean up the bungalow. Melissa yelled out to bring the keys to her when I check out and they were pulled away.

It took me all of five minutes to pack up. I packed my car with my bag, my laptop, my writing and my painting. I put on my "I found my lost shaker of salt..." tee shirt and sat down in the shade. Smoking one last joint, I began to reminisce again. Melissa, Sylvio, Mary, cock, pussy, suck, fuck...yeah, I had a good time here. Did I want to go? No, but I had to. I finished the bowl and got up. On an impulse, I ran down to the beach, stripped down and dove in. The sky was a cloudless blue and the water was like glass. Oh, this was too good. But I had to go. I walked back and checked out the bungalow one more time and locked it up.

I drove over to The Waters resort and handed Melissa the keys. I told her to put me on her list and that I would be back as often as I can. There were others in the office so we both acted very professionally. She walked me out to my car.

"Here's your bill. I hope you enjoyed yourself, Ray."

"I loved it...and you guys, too. Let's keep in touch." I didn't even look at the bill. I just tossed it into my car.

"Most definitely. You should say goodbye to Sylvio. He's in the studio." With eyes watching us, we shook hands and I got into the car. She leaned into the driver's window and whispered, "You were great, Ray. You were exactly what we needed. You come back soon, y'hear?"

I drove to the studio. It was off the main road and backed onto the Intracoastal. This was a nice spot for inspiration. I quietly walked in. Sylvio was alone, dancing around and painting a canvas. He didn't hear me enter. I surveyed his studio with all the artwork on display and scattered around the floor. Sylvio was good but he was all over the place in terms of style. He seemed to try everything from watercolor to collage, from a linear sketch to Cubism. He was good but maybe only as a good mimic.

He stood back from his work and noticed me. He smiled and said, "How you like?", He spread his arms expansively.

"I like. You're good. But, let me ask you, do you have a singularly personal style or is it a desire to try everything?"

"Hmmm. Interesting observation. I do have a style I lean on that gives me great satisfaction...and I do want to try everything because it is my nature...but really what it is, is that I do whatever the customer wants and likes. I sell it for too much money and it pays for my life here. It is business. What I love, I keep to myself or give to friends."

"Honest. I understand completely. I really love your gift."

"Grazie. To tell you a secret, I put a little something of myself in every canvas."

"Like what? Do you jerk off on the canvas?"

"Sometimes!" We roared together. "How about a drink, Ray?"

"No, thanks. I'm heading out and I wanted to say goodbye and thank you. I think we'll see each other sooner rather than later."

"Thank you for the pleasure we shared. It was an invigorating vacation, no?"

"That it was, Sylvio." He went over and locked the door, flipping the closed sign and pulling the shade. He turned to me and I dropped to my knees. I pulled his shorts down and was greeted by his long, thin penis;, the purplish, angry head waving in front of me peeking through the foreskin. I placed my hand between his legs and cupped his ass cheeks. I placed my tongue between his balls and I slurped from his root, up his shaft, around the head and to his pee-hole, pushing his foreskin back with my tongue. His body went a bit limp and he sighed. Pulling me up, he took my hand and led me to a bedroom in the back of the studio, his private space. Quickly we stripped and stood naked. He walked up to me and squashed his cock against mine. I remembered that he liked nipple play so I took them between my fingers and worked them.

He pushed me back on the bed and set up for a sixty-nine, him on top. Instead, he rolled us over so I was on top. "Fuck my face, Ray. Fuck it."

"Not yet, my friend," and I began to go down on him, savoring the texture of his soft helmet. Swooping down to get most of his shank, I felt him in the back of my throat. I squeezed my throat muscles and moaned enjoying the sensation. I did this a few times, swooping and squeezing, and he began to spasm. His cum shot down my throat and I swallowed it without tasting it but I could feel the head throb and pulse and that was enough. I was surprised that he had cum so quickly, I mean, I was just starting to enjoy myself. As he came down, I slowly slipped him from my mouth.

"I'm sorry, Ray, but it felt so good. I got lost in the pleasure."

"I'm glad. That was one nut you had to pop."

"Now, let me pop yours. Come on."

"No, Sylvio. I can't cum again today, you guys wore me out. I just came over to thank you and now I'll be on my way back north. I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Melissa gave me all the ways to contact you two and I'll be back before you know it. Now you go back to work."

"Amico. Friend." He stuck out his hand and we shook.

I drove down Blind Pass and onto Sanibel. I stopped at a little general store for a cup of coffee and an awesome blueberry muffin. I do love a little muffin now and then. And then I was off again. Down the causeway, through Ft. Myers and then there was that liquor store again so I stopped in and bought a few more bottles to take home. When I got into the car, I noticed the bill from The Waters. I opened it to find that there was no fee. Melissa had not charged me. The bill read "Friend of The Waters" - courtesy stay." I was stunned. I sat for a few minutes gathering my wits.

Soon I was in 75 heading toward Tampa. Listening to music seemed too hard and too distracting for the events that were flashing through my head. Cinematic events. Did I just have the very best vacation I could ever have? How could I possibly describe this to my friends? How could I get more of that incredible sex or see those great people again? My mind flew back to the raw uninhibited fun we shared and I was fantasizing again. It's funny how the miles flew by.

How could I get to have a place on Captiva? How could I make a living there? That one shocked me back into reality. Now unless the AbsoluteMegaSuperPower Lottery came in, that was a pipe dream. Which reminded me, where did I put my stash?

I decided to tell everyone that I found a cheap place on a desolate beach and I vegged for three days. No people. Isolation. Skinny dipping.