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You don’t realize how excited we were to finally reach Spring Break in 2010. It was the last Spring Break of our College Careers, and with all the stress we had been under as we were coming down the home stretch being able to get away for a week was just great. Especially since early spring in the northeast is still normally cold, gray, and muddy.
We decided to take a trip to Pensacola Beach and see the Gulf of Mexico. We had friends that had gone there in the past and they had said it was worth going at least once.
We had talked (and still talk) about all the traveling we’d love to do. So going to Pensacola was going to be our farthest trip from home at that time. We flew down on a Sunday and planned on flying back Saturday morning. All week long we were staying at a Holiday Inn right on Pensacola Beach.
This was our first time to the Gulf of Mexico, and we were lucky enough to get a room in the hotel which overlooked the beach and the Gulf. We splurged on a gorgeous room, a King-sized bed, jacuzzi tub, and a balcony overlooking the beach. Liliana went to the balcony as soon as we got to the hotel and walked out into the sun. The ocean breeze coming through the door…it was the rejuvenation that we so desperately needed.
The week was about us relaxing. Well, us relaxing and fucking. God, that trip was amazing! The bed, the jacuzzi tub, the balcony…it was amazing!
If we weren’t fucking in the hotel room, we were lounging on the beach or wandering the boardwalk. Pensacola Beach was beautiful, and we found that we were enjoying the beach bum lifestyle for the week. We had at least earned that much, especially since once we got back home it would be the last big push for the end of the school year.
Towards the end of our trip we had made our way into one of the multitude of small beach bars which lined the boardwalk. It was a little dive bar along the beach called the Salty Seahorse. It was a small, single story joint, and we could hear Jimmy Buffet music playing from the bar all the way in the parking lot. We walked in hand in hand, me wearing a button up Hawaiian shirt and shorts. Liliana was stunning, wearing a low-cut pink top with spaghetti straps that was tight, making her already ample cleavage look that much more impressive, a short white miniskirt and a pair of wedges. To complete her outfit, along with her glasses she had put her hair into pigtails. It took all my self-control not to fuck her right on the spot!
The Salty Seahorse was definitely a bar for locals. There were not many people in there to begin with, and the tourist crowd was even smaller. Obviously we didn’t know it, but we had walked by it earlier in the week and Liliana had mentioned that she wanted to stop in and at least try some drinks there at some point.
We walked up to the bar, which most definitely had seen better days and flagged down the bartender. The bartender looked like the kind of guy who would rather be spending his golden years sitting on the beach fishing rather than serving drinks to Northern tourists, but when he saw Liliana, he perked up. He strode over to us and took our order.
As he wandered off, Liliana and I couldn’t help but look around the small venue. The sounds of the waves crashing on the beach was the perfect backdrop to the Yacht Rock playing inside the bar. I felt Liliana’s hand squeeze my bicep suddenly.
“Look over there,” she said, nodding toward the door. I turned, trying not to be too obvious. Two men had walked through the door. Like me, they wore Hawaiian shirts and shorts, but there were differences. For starters, they were both taller than me and had the air of military discipline to them. They both had buzz cuts, one being blonde the other having darker hair and a darker complexion. They walked into the bar as though they were regulars, smiling at the bartender who brought us our drinks.
The men were definitely athletic, though not muscle bound. They had a strong, sinewy appearance to them.
They came up next to us, and the bartender had their order brought to them before they even came to a full stop. I caught a glimmer in the light of the bar, and saw that both men were wearing bulky rings on their right hands. The rings were identical, right down to the blue sapphire in the middle, and I began piecing it all together.
“Excuse me,” I said to the guy nearest me, the blonde one. “When did you graduate?” The blonde man looked at me in surprise, then down at his ring and smiled.
“We’re both Annapolis Class of ‘08,” he said.
“Oh, Annapolis?” Liliana asked. “Like Maryland?” The blonde man looked at her and smiled. I saw his brown eyes dart to her chest first.
“Yes ma’am,” he said. “We’re graduates of the US Naval Academy.” Liliana raised her eyebrows and let out a low whistle.
“Ooo Sailors,” she said. The dark haired man shook his head.
“Not just sailors ma’am,” he said. “We’re pilots.” That got Liliana’s attention. She had seen Top Gun, and she had salivated over the pilots in the movie. Now she was face to face with two in this bar.
They were friendly enough, though quite cocky. They went by Raptor (who was blonde) and Coyote (who had their darker hair. They were training at Pensacola to fly F/A-18 Super Hornets, and were looking forward to flying off aircraft carriers someday soon. They had been training, but were almost done.
Liliana and I were both impressed. There’s a couple things to consider about us. For starters, we were both in 8th grade on 9/11. Like many other millennials across the country, we had watched the towers fall on TV. We also had many friends who, when we graduated high school, immediately joined the military and had been deployed to Afghanistan and Iraq. We even knew a couple who didn’t make it home. Coupled with the fact that I grew up in a military family and she grew up around military families, we had a very deep appreciation and respect for those that served. On top of all that, we also knew that not everyone became a fighter pilot. To be selected to undertake that training in and of itself was a high honor, and these guys knew it.
I think Liliana was really attracted to their cavalier attitude more than just their job description. Raptor and Coyote had a presence about them. They flashed million dollar smiles, they stood at ease, like there wasn’t a care in the world. When they talked about what they did for a living, there wasn’t an ounce of fear in them at all. They spoke about it with a youthful passion, and they seemed so relaxed. And when I would steal glances over at Liliana, I could see that she had fallen under their spell. Honestly, I think if they whipped their cocks out right then and there at the bar she wouldn’t have hesitated for a second to stuff them in her mouth like a chipmunk preparing for a cold winter.
We were all tipping back drinks and having a great time, and the more Liliana drank the bolder she got. She didn’t get out of control; she most definitely can hold her own when it comes to drinking. But she develops a certain level of…confidence? Courage? Invincibility?
“I think it’s time we head back to our hotel room,” she said abruptly. We were having a great time and laughing with these guys, and it seemed out of the blue. But when I looked at her, I knew exactly where she was going with this.
“Aw, so soon?” Raptor asked in mock disappointment. “I thought we were starting to have fun?” Liliana gave him a wicked grin.
“I didn’t say you guys can’t come back with us,” she said. “Somebody has to fuck me while my fiancé jacks off.” Coyote had been in mid sip of his drink, and nearly choked on it as the words left her mouth. Raptor stared wide eyed at her before shooting me a quick glance, checking to see if I had heard her correctly. I tipped my beer toward them.
“Only if you guys are up for it, of course,” I said. Coyote’s hand shot into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
“We’ll settle your tab,” he said quickly.
The four of us caught a cab back to the hotel, and within fifteen minutes we were walking into our hotel room. Liliana was making a production of walking through the room, the alcohol giving her the confidence to sway her hips back and forth in front of the three of us as she walked into the bathroom.
Liliana walked out of the bathroom naked. Well, it was more of a saunter. And the guys were definitely impressed, taking in her nude form. There was something sexy about seeing her standing there naked in the doorway, her long chestnut brown hair tied in pigtails and draped over her chest, looking up at the three of us. Especially Raptor and Coyote, who were physical specimens. As Liliana began to walk over to the bed, Raptor and Coyote had peeled their clothes off. I moved aside, taking my clothes off as well but with every intention to wait on the sidelines and watch. I was so nervous and excited; I was a ball of anxiety with an erection! These guys were strangers, and this was the first time I was going to actually watch her with other guys while I was in the same room, not hiding somewhere.
Liliana sat on the edge of the bed, and she beckoned both fighter pilots toward her. They were not the largest cocks on the planet, but they were definitely impressive, and the grin on Liliana’s face spoke volumes. She eagerly took Raptor’s cock in one hand and Coyote’s in the other. She began stroking them both, smiling at both of them with a buzzed, glazed look on her face.
“Fuck girl, your hands feel good,” Raptor groaned as he put his hands on his hips and began to slowly thrust in her direction. Soon Coyote was doing the same, and Liliana had two thick cocks pumping toward her pretty, innocent face. I sat back in a chair by the bed and slowly began to stroke my cock watching the scene unfold.
Liliana got onto her knees on the bed and began to suck Raptor’s cock first, then Coyote’s. They groaned as her mouth popped noisily off one cock, then transferred to the next one. Her head bobbed confidently, Liliana showing off her head game as she sucked one cock and stroked the other. This was a scene I had only dreamed of! The guys groaned, their hands supporting her head every time she paid them special attention.
Liliana got on all fours on the bed and Raptor came up behind her. He slid his glistening cock into her pussy from behind, and as began to fuck her she began to moan. With her mouth already open, Coyote moved into position, sliding his cock between her lips and into her mouth. Raptor and Coyote worked as a team, bobbing her back and forth like a piston in between them. With her mouth full, her squeals were muffled, but I could see by the contorted look on her face that she was enjoying every second of it.
Before we had left for the bar that night, we had not discussed picking anybody up. Now here we were a couple hours later, me cranking my cock while watching my beautiful fiancée get turned into the main spit roast at a southern BBQ.
The Navy fliers were quiet. There had been bravado back at the bar, but now that they were in the action it was all grunts and concentration. Raptor had his hands on her hips, his eyes mesmerized with her beautiful back dimples above her toned ass cheeks. Her ass was rippling hypnotically with each thrust, and I knew that would be a trap. Coyote had his hands on her pigtails, pulling gently but not wanting to wrench her head around too much. Especially since he had his “precious cargo” in between her lips.
Liliana began to shudder, and I knew she was cumming. It took the guys off guard, but especially Raptor.
“Oh shit,” he grunted as his fingers dug into her ass and his hips began to buck wildly into her. Liliana cumming had sent him over the edge, and instead of pulling out and cumming on her he doubled down, holding himself inside her pussy as he released his seed.
I slowed down my jacking, not wanting to cum too quickly, but fuck it was hard. Especially when Raptor pulled his limp cock out of her pussy, and little white beads of cum began to form at her pussy lips.
Liliana laid on her back and spread her legs open so Coyote could fuck her pussy. She hung her head over the edge of the bed so I could fuck her mouth with my cock. I eagerly moved in, my cock slick with pre-cum, and she took my cock eagerly. One hand reached up behind me to grab my ass while her other reached out for Coyote.
Coyote thrust hard into her, her legs up in the air with the backs of her thighs pressed against the front of his thighs. Sweat was beading on his forehead, but he was not slowing down and neither was I. Liliana enjoyed it all, taking it in, her tits bouncing around as she continued to be filled with cock. Finally Coyote came inside her pussy with a loud groan of his own, a slurred “Fuck” escaping his lips. Seeing Liliana get her pussy filled for the second time tonight was too much for me.
“Fuck baby I’m cumming,” I said. Her hand which had been holding onto Coyote snapped up and grabbed my other butt cheek, and she held me tight to her mouth as I came. My jizz shot into her mouth, down her throat and into her stomach, and she didn’t spill a drop.
As my lip cock slipped from between her lips, she gave me a drunken smile. Raptor had passed out on a couch in the room, and Coyote had dragged himself to a recliner and had promptly fallen asleep. I curled up with Liliana on our bed, naked, and we quickly fell asleep as their mixed loads slowly leaked from between her legs.
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