The Last Resort Far below, the white sand beach stretched in either direction - a smooth crescent where waves met sand. The man had been down there most of the day. Now he felt mildly sunburned, thirsty, and vaguely horny. Every half-hour or so he had moved his towel, trudging up and down the beach in search of the most luscious female flesh. He had seen plenty of ass that day - the small thongs disappearing between upturned cheeks that seemed to have risen like full loaves of bread browning in the sun, looking ripe and fecund to his hungry eyes. An ass man's nirvana, he thought. The sun had just set behind him. Leaning over the balcony, he enjoyed the cool sea breeze on his skin. Shadows cast by the string of hotels lining the beach like dominoes lengthened over the water, like fingers stretching for the horizon. Nearing forty, he realized he was at the age where he was becoming invisible to young, beautiful women. He could walk past them, or sit quite close to them on the beach watching discreetly, and they never paid any attention to him. It wasn't that he was bad looking, he thought, just ineligible: too old. It hurt to characterize himself that way but he forced himself to repeat the word in his mind several times. Ineligible...invisible. How peculiar to have all one's energies merely peter out, he thought - his virility not going out with one last bang, but more like a car which runs low on gas, sputtering a few times as the last fumes are sucked away, then coasting to a stop silently somewhere, unnoticed. Dusk came quickly. He pulled his shirt off, then, looking each way as if the assure himself of the privacy of his little enclosed balcony high above the beach, he slipped out of his swim trunks. The cool air rushing between his legs made his balls tingle; he felt his cock stir and nudge against the cool metal railing as it uncoiled itself from the cramped way he had tucked it in his trunks. Somewhere below, Monica lay stretched out naked on her bed, face down. She thought about getting up to pull the drapes, or at least close the light, but the effort seemed too great after a day in the sun. Besides, the hotel faced the ocean; nobody could see in. In the bathroom, the shower cut off and she heard Beth fumbling for a towel. "Hey!" Beth exclaimed, sticking her head into the room. "Turn the light off already! Do you want everybody to see you lying there?" "Chill out!" Monica answered, not looking in her friend's direction. "There's like nothing but ocean out there. My god, what a prude you are!" A moment later Beth emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Monica was just rolling over to look at her when the lights went out. "Well, I want privacy," Beth said, her hand moving from the switch. "I'm going out to the balcony." Silhouetted against the moonlight, Monica saw Beth drop the towel by the sliding glass door and settle into one of the chairs outside. The air in the room felt hot and muggy. Her skin tingled from a day exposed to sun and water; the thought of sitting outside in the dark with nothing on suddenly seemed very appealing. The sunglasses twisted and turned slowly as they fell: he hadn't realized they were still perched on his forehead until they had slipped off. Leaning over the rail, he followed their descent past floor after floor, almost losing them in the twilight until, improbably, they hit the top of a palm tree far below and ricocheted onto one of the balconies directly below him. Faintly, he thought he heard a woman's squeal of surprise. A few minutes later, on an impulse, he was dialing the phone. Having estimated the palm tree at three stories in height, he guessed at the room number where his glasses ended up. The faint sound of a woman's voice had been intriguing... After several rings a woman did answer, young by the sound of her voice and manner of speaking. He explained what had happened and was delighted to discover he had the right room. Sensing an opportunity, he offered to come down and reclaim the glasses himself. There was a pause: "We're, uh, just getting dressed," she said. "Maybe we ought to bring them up to you on our way out." He was disappointed; imagining 'we' probably included a boyfriend. It was a few minutes before he realized he was still standing there with no clothes on; they had to be on their way up with the glasses pretty soon. Beth and Monica were both giggly and excited. It seemed ridiculous for two of them to go deliver the glasses but neither one wanted the privilege to go to the other. They were bored, with a lot of energy to burn after spending most of the day sleeping under the hot sun. As they dressed quickly, Beth laughed when she saw Monica putting on lipstick but then, excusing herself for a moment in the bathroom, she put some on herself. In the elevator, each noticed the other checking her appearance in the polished chrome; when the doors opened on the thirty-seventh floor, they were laughing. He was startled to find two attractive young women at his door, college-age girls by the look of them; just the type he'd spent the day lusting after, lying on his beach towel with a mild erection burrowing into the hot sand, wishing he could find a way for it to burrow into that firm, sun-warmed flesh. The redhead introduced herself as Monica and indicated her friend's name was Beth. Monica had just the kind of body he fancied: breasts of modest size, but with a thick pair of thighs and shapely, round ass. Beth, the blonde, was wearing shorts. Her legs were thinner, more tapered, but her black halter-top was almost bursting to contain heavy, voluptuous breasts. Flustered to find himself face to face with the two of them, he almost forgot to invite them in. To his pleasant surprise, they accepted his offer of a drink as an apology for almost hitting them with his sunglasses. While he fixed the drinks, the girls walked out onto the balcony and took in the view of the moon rising over the water. When he joined them, Beth remarked: "This view is so cool! We don't get anything like this down on our floor. All we see is the sidewalk." "I always request at least this floor," he lied. He had never been to the hotel before in his life. His wife thought he was at a conference: he had slipped away for a few days without telling her. It was an odd impulse; something he had never done before. He wasn't sure exactly what he expected from this trip. "This must cost a ton," Monica said. "My Dad told me the rates in this place go up every couple of floors." He didn't respond. Both girls had turned their backs to him and were leaning over the railing of the little balcony. He was too preoccupied with looking at their young, firm asses, wondering what his chances were. He felt cheated. If there had only been only one of them he would have known what to do, but how to put the moves on two at once? Things like that were only possible in porno films, he thought ruefully. Maybe one of them would politely excuse herself... Beth had come to sit beside him on one of the sun chairs. "You remind me of my dad," she said softly, abruptly, after they had been making small talk for a few minutes about the beach, the weather, their lives back home. His heart sank. This wasn't a very promising start to a seduction. "I mean that in a good way," she said touching his arm, having noticed his reaction. "My dad is all right, you know, for an older guy. He's still young at heart." Her voice had a motherly, soothing quality that made him slightly embarrassed. Still resting on him, her fingers felt cool against the sun-drenched skin of his forearm. He didn't want to look at her, as if that would scare her off somehow. Instead, he glanced up at Monica who was leaning on the railing, looking bored. Bent over the way she was, she seemed to be offering up her ass to him. Suddenly, he longed for the touch of soft, smooth, female skin against his body. The desire swept over him with a force that was almost overwhelming. He tried to focus all his awareness on his arm where Beth's hand was touching him. He shivered. Beth gave him a little squeeze. "She's pretty," she said, nodding at Monica. Now he turned to look at her. "It does that to me sometimes too, to look at her," Beth said, looking right into his eyes. "I mean, I'm not gay or anything like that, but sometimes I think I can see what a man sees when I look at her, you know, see what he likes about her." Her hand slid up his arm and came to rest on the soft skin just above the inside of his elbow. Surely, Monica can hear everything she's saying, he thought, but she seemed not to have noticed the topic of conversation. With an elbow up on the rail, her chin was resting in the palm of one hand and she was looking out at the reflection of the moon on the ocean. "She always got most of the guys, in school," Beth said, "without even trying. I was the smart one, but it didn't help. It probably hurt, as far as that goes. I always had to work a lot harder at finding dates than she did." "We were roommates. She would bring them home - a different one practically every week - and they would, you know, fuck, right there in the dorm room. I'd pretend to be asleep, you know, but I don't think they cared one way or he other. They probably even liked the idea that I was awake. Of course, sometimes she had more guys than she knew what to do with, and I would get the spillover. We would all four of us, you know, be doing it at the same time. Whoever finished first would watch the others until they were done. That was usually enough of a turn-on to start another round, and the whole thing would begin again. Sometimes we would be up all night." "So, we're, you know, used to seeing each other in certain situations." Her voice made his skin break out in goosebumps. Beth slid out of her chair and positioned herself in front of him. Reaching up, her hands slid down from his chest until she found the drawstring to his shorts and gave it a little tug. He raised his hips from the chair so she could slide his shorts off. Her fingers were cool and smooth, sliding up the insides of his thighs, gently cradling his balls. He was so stiff; it felt as if he was being lifted out of the chair by his erection. When Beth's fingers nimbly walked up the shaft, he felt as if the only life in his body, the only place where he had any feeling at all, was in his cock. When she lowered her moist, full lips onto him, he looked up to find Monica watching. He squeezed his eyes shut as Beth slid lower, and still lower, until he could feel her forehead come to rest on his belly. After remaining motionless with her lips clamped tightly around the base of his shaft, Beth began to raise her head with such deliberation that it seemed to him it took almost a minute before he felt the night air on the tip of his cock again. Then she began the slow descent all over again, so that he felt as if every nerve ending in his swollen organ was being pleasured individually, in turn. After Beth had gone up and down that way enough times for him to have lost count he found it impossible to remain still any longer. Gently at first, and harder when he found no resistance from Beth, he began to move his pelvis, fucking her mouth, gradually losing himself to the exquisite sensation. She brought her hands up to grip his waist, steadying herself against the force of his thrusts. Feeling something soft brush against his chest, he opened his eyes to find Monica running her hands over him. She lifted the shirt over off of him while standing behind, and when she had tossed it aside, her fingers snaked their way to his chest and found his nipples. With a gasp, Beth released her wet grip on his cock. Looking down at her, he watched as she undid her top and freed her heavy breasts, looking so creamy white in contrast to her tanned body. He almost expected them to feel cool, but they were warm when she leaned forward and enveloped his cock between them. While he fucked her tits, Monica backed away and began taking off her clothes. He was in an ecstatic daze as two pair of female hands lifted him from the chair and guided him to the railing. The girls were completely naked and leaning with their elbows on the rail. He found himself standing behind them, looking at their asses, glowing like new moons before him. He let his hands glide over the small of Monica's back and down over her ripe, firm ass. She trembled ever so slightly when he caressed her inner thighs and then moved higher still to feel the soft mound of flesh between them. The lips to her pussy were warm and already slippery to the touch. Once he felt her that way, he could wait no longer. Positioning himself behind Monica, he pushed his knees between her thighs and made her spread her legs wider for him. Beth stepped away from the rail and watched as he guided himself into Monica. With three quick knifing thrusts, he was all the way inside. The firm cheeks of her ass were pressing against his stomach. Savoring the moment, he stayed absolutely still for as long as he could bear, listening to sharp sound of Monica's breath, watching her shoulders rise and fall, silhouetted against the moonlit ocean. He began thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first, drawing himself completely out of her body, feeling her lips close up as the tip of his cock came out of her. Monica arched her back, giving him a better angle of entry and squeezing him more tightly. The sight of her full round ass flaring out from her narrow waist inspired an animal lust in him; he gave up his slow, methodical, probing thrusts. Pushing himself all the way inside her, he started banging his belly against her ass, watching with intense pleasure as the shock waves of each impact sent ripples across her taut muscles. Beth's hand slid over his ass, between his legs until she found his balls. The feeling of her fingers gently caressing him there drove him into even more of a frenzy. Monica was giving stifled little cries each time he slammed hard against her. The sound of his body striking hers was like a wet spanking. When he felt as if he might come, he slowed down and withdrew. Guiding her by the shoulders, he turned Beth around and had her lean over the rail beside Monica. He entered her with one fluid thrust all the way to the hilt. He marveled at how different one pussy could feel from another. Of course, he had been with various women in his life, but never had the opportunity presented itself to be inside two different women in such close succession. Monica had felt tight at the opening, like a fleshy ring that went snugly around the base of his cock - and when he had pulled out of her he felt suction, like the lips of a hungry baby clinging to the pacifier being pulled from its mouth. By contrast, Beth felt wider at the opening, but more velvety snug deeper within. When he pulled his cock out of her, it felt as if her lips were still yawning, wide open, waiting for him to plunge back into her moist depths. Already highly aroused, he fucked Beth more vigorously from the start, pumping his full length in and out of her with as much force as he could summon. He reached forward and grasped her breasts, lifting her semi upright and pulling her down onto him with even more force, grasping her soft and pliant flesh. He could feel the large, protuberant nipples grow harder between his splayed fingers as he impaled her over and over again. He looked over at Monica, panting, out of breath, still leaning on the railing. After fucking Beth for a while, he switched back to Monica again, once more noting the different way she gripped his cock when he entered her. Then he switched back and forth more rapidly, counting his strokes - giving them twenty or thirty each - until he felt the urge to come grow to an almost unbearable ecstatic torture. Each time he tore him self from one of them, the night air would feel cool and reinvigorating on his cock, and he felt his stamina return. The few seconds outside of female flesh he felt like a fish out of the water, the opening to his cock wide and gasping like a gaping mouth. He felt himself trembling until he could immerse himself in the warm depths of a waiting female body once more. At last, the walls of his resistance began to erode and crumble within him and he knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer. He stayed with Monica, grasping her tightly about the waist while he pushed himself into her to the hilt and began squirming from side to side. He felt Beth, obliging as ever, kneel behind him. Her stiff, warm tongue slid across his ass until it found his sphincter, circling it several times before gently probing inside. He could stand no more, sandwiched between that female flesh, front to back. With one dispatching shudder, the dam within him burst and he felt himself rupturing, becoming a mote of pure pleasure, like a shooting star rocketing across the night sky. When his body jerked the glasses, which had been on his head all along, at last really did fall from his head. Clattering once against the empty metal railing in front of him, he watched them twist and turn as they fell, like a pair of blind, dead eyes pointed this way and then that. Charged with all the vigor of his pent-up lust and frustration, his semen took a different course, arcing upward and outward for a time, as if to mimic the way all life battles vainly against the force and destiny of nature, defiant until, its energies spent, it must succumb to the inevitable. Gradually dissipating, mixing with the salt-sea air on its descent, his sperm became like a wisp of the sea's spray and was carried away on the night breeze.