Presently they broke apart and stood there, like a God and Goddess come to glorious life. Andrew, muscular and sun-bronzed, was the dominant figure. But Riva was a thing of pure coppered sculpture. The darkness of her skin was in sharp contrast to the sunburned glow of her lover. Her wonderful glorious and abundant breasts stood out, curvaceous and utterly desirable like the twin globes of all femininity their areole were circles only of darker copper, and their nipples were angry nuts of lusty rut. Her chest rose and fell with uncontrolled irregularity as she breathed, drinking in air through widened nostrils as does a race horse.
And then by tacit consent, both reached for their waistbands simultaneously, and in a trice both stood quite nude. Riva, lissome and tall in her copper-skinned loveliness, displayed an inverted triangle of vigorous curling hair at her crotch, its jet blackness accentuating her burnished skin.
Andrew, muscular and proportioned to perfection, was equally magnificent, with the white of his hips where his swimming trunks had kept out the sun, a white slash separating his torso from his thighs, from the bush of hair at his pubis, his enormous penis jutted out, vast, rod-like and angry.
Hector could not resist the thought that Andrew took an inordinate pride in that vast thing between his legs. It was not so much that he was merely in erection; it seemed that he gloated in that erection and was virtually flaunting its massive size.
But this thought was a fleeting one as the girl, arms outstretched, imploring, came toward Andrew supplicating him, almost, to ravish her.
Skillfully, Andrew eluded her embracing arms and turned her around. Sliding his penis between the coppered checks of her buttocks, he bore her forward until a heavy divan barred her progress. Here she caught her hands upon the rug-covered surface of the divan and bent forward, presenting the curvaceous delight of her ass to Andrew. Tenderly he cupped each buttock in his hands and parted the skin. As if released from some clutch, the Turkish girl's cunt seemed to pop into view once the restraining cheeks were separated.
Highlights from the room's many reflecting surfaces now gleamed on the red lips, lighting up their oiled receptivity as they gaped invitingly apart. And, having exposed her entrance, having exhibited the slit into which he must plunge his tool, Andrew bent his knees and plunged the might of his manhood deeply and truly into its hairy target.
It was altogether too much for Louise and Hector. Louise's hand had already disappeared up her skirts, and furiously she was frigging at herself under the mesh of filmy nylon panties. Hector, urgently and quickly, ripped off his clothes and expertly aided Louise to strip. Within seconds they were as naked as Andrew and Riva. And then with a mighty heave, Hector pulled Andrew away from where he was boring into Riva from behind.
Like a tigress, the Turkish woman whipped around.
"What did you want to do that for?" she snarled angrily, breasts heaving up and down in her sudden rage.
"Because I know you, my Riva!" grinned Hector. He grasped her by the shoulders, forcing her over on to her back against the divan. "And this!"
Straining her legs apart, he rammed his erected tool deep into the matted tangle of hair at her crotch. He felt Riva writhe beneath him, felt the spasm of satisfaction that shot through her at the realization that her cunt contained a tool once more, and in its natural position at that. Excitedly she thrashed her legs in the air, pedaling her coppered thighs as she strained at Hector's fornicating prick in her twat.
Puzzled at the sudden, unexpected turn his own fuck had taken, Andrew cocked a quizzical eye at the nude Louise.
"I wonder what he's up to now?" he asked dumbly. "Still, what matter, darling. What matter who has her? But she's close to coming."
Louise, wet-cunted now in her own lust, came at Andrew, imploring him to have her. But Andrew, with sudden intuition, had another idea.
"You don't want me," he whispered urgently. "You want her tongue! Look there! Jump up on the divan in front of Hector. Straddle her and let her suck you off!"
Wildly, Louise shivered at the delight of Andrew's suggestion. The Turkish girl's mouth was a wet, red slash of ineffable promise. She did as she was bid, leaping up and kneeling over the face of the recumbent Riva, and shuddered as she felt the competent tongue of the Turkish girl enter her own slit, licking avidly and deliciously at the hairy purse of her clitoris.
And suddenly there was a wild agitation as Riva writhed in the grip of her climax. Her body thrashed about as she thrilled to her coming on Hector's tool, and furiously she sucked away expertly at the cunt of the girl on top of her, seeking to bring about the same measure of sexual satisfaction as she was receiving. Relentlessly, feeling Riva coming, Hector fucked away, and Andrew was the fascinated spectator of a fornication the fierceness of which he had seldom before seen.
And then it was over, and Hector withdrew his slithering, still-erect cock from its spunk-dripping orifice. But the odd thing was Riva's reaction. Instead of collapsing weakly in the normal aftermath of copulation, she gave herself even more energetically to the task she was at, that of cunt-sucking Louise. It seemed she was quite oblivious to the fact that she had just had one of the mightiest female orgasms of all time.
Hector, his tool now at the pitch of randiness, saw Andrew laboring to understand Riva's reaction. He saw, too, that Andrew's mighty erection was at its massive best, deprived as it had been of any cunt in which to bury it.
"She's a nymphomaniac," he whispered. "She's the weirdest woman I've ever known. From now on, there'll be no stopping her. Thing to do, if you can, is to hold back. From now on, you can fuck at every hole she's got and she'll take more than you or I can give her. Better let me have Louise for this one. I'll hold her off, too."
Andrew understood.
The Turkish girl's cunt gleamed hot and passionate in the dim light, and Andrew advanced upon it. Powerfully, once the helmet of his penis was at its palpitating orifice, he rammed the length of his masculinity into her, and gloated as he felt her shudder uncontrollably.
As she fainted away with the realization of her sheer, uncontainable joy, she did not know that her face had fallen right over the gaping, throbbing, but satiated cunt of Riva, nor that her own gorgeous cunt was lying against the limp penis of Andrew, or that her hand had fallen, caressingly but limply, upon the spent penis of her husband.
It was, for all of them, the end.
It was over, blissfully and forever.