Seeing Julia's car made me remember the whole point of this trip was for to me make a decision. Did I want Julia, or did I really want Jazz? Or, was there a chance I wanted both, and would Julia or Jazz agree to that? I went down some old rickety wooden steps to the beach. The sea was flat calm, the waves lapping the shore. I sat down on the sand and tried making a pros and cons list in my head.
JAZZ: Perfect body, slightly bigger tits. Tight pussy. Looks, very similar to Julia, they could be twins. Absolute obsession with continuous sex. Very good at sex.
JULIA: Perfect body, slightly smaller tits, tight pussy, etc etc.
But here's the difference, physically they are so much alike. But having sex with Julia was a two way thing. She wasn't doing it for her own sexual pleasure. She enjoyed giving pleasure as much as receiving it. With Jazz, it was all about receiving sexual pleasure for herself. As I said previously, I might as well have been fucking a sex doll.
My brain was getting less mixed up, and I was beginning to see things more clearly. My next thought process was to take sex out of the equation. Julia's personality was loving, warm, always considerate to others. She cared about people. She was articulate and highly intelligent. Whereas Jazz really wasn't very bright, she only lived for sexual fulfillment on her part only. She was ten years younger than Julia and myself, but often acted immaturely.
So did I want to swap Jazz for Julia? Now I'd thought it through, the answer was no.
My next concern was to find Julia. What was she doing here? She wasn't violent, and though a black belt, never used her skills unless she was attacked first. To defend herself or me or her friends.
But Jazz was also a black belt, and I assumed Julia had found out our room number. I stood up and rushed back to our room.
As I entered the foyer I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned round, it was Julia. She looked stunning, she was wearing a light lemon coloured cotton dress that accentuated her figure. Her long blonde hair, cascading around her breasts. Her blue eyes were sparkling. Her smile was genuine and I knew things would be ok. Manly man, as I am, I just burst into tears. Julia pulled me in close to her body so my head rested between her breasts. She stroked the back of my neck and said in a quiet voice, it's alright, I've fixed the problem, and I hope you have too?
That was a bit concerning, what did she mean, she'd fixed the problem? I said, is Jazz ok? Julia said, she is now. Julia took my hand and led me to the hotel room.
It was quite a shock when I entered the room. Things were strewn all over the place. On the bed was Jazz, lying on her back, naked, tied by her ankles and wrists. I looked at Julia and said, did you fight? Julia said, we had a play fight, nothing more than a tussle really. Jazz was sobbing and asked me to untie her. Julia said, I'm in charge here. She took off her Summer dress, no knickers or bra of course. She lay along side Jazz. She said to me, which body do you prefer? I had to admit, Julia's. Jazz was a little bit skinny with ribs showing. Julia then grabbed Jazz's breasts, whose tits are better? There wasn't much in it for me, although Jazz's breasts were slightly bigger, Julia's were a better shape.
Julia then pulled Jazz's pussy lips apart so hard, that Jazz shouted out, fuck you bitch! I was hoping Julia wasn't going to ask who has the tightest pussy. Because that would be Jazz. But luckily she didn't. Julia said, look at this skanky cunt, it's had more pricks than a dart board. Do you prefer hers or mine?
The way Julia's pussy seemed to welcome and wrap around my cock was the better feeling I said.
I was beginning to feel sorry for Jazz. Julia pointed at her own face and said I'm not going to argue who has got the prettiest face because I will concede she's quite pretty.
They both were, but in different ways.
Julia said, strip and sit on her pretty face. Julia sat astride Jazz's tits and took my erect cock in her mouth. Jazz moaned as Julia pulled my hips back and forth, my balls rubbing along her nose. I warned Julia I was about to cum and I ejaculated into her mouth. Julia pushed me off Jazz and dribbled my cum over Jazz's closed lips. She pinched Jazz's nose, and with a gasp Jazz gulped in a breath and my cum.
I didn't know what Julia was going to do next, but I decided I didn't want Jazz to be humiliated any further and I said so to Julia. She reluctantly untied Jazz.
Jazz stood up rubbed her wrists and ankles and suddenly launched a flying kick at my face. There was no way I could have avoided it, I didn't see Julia move, but her hand caught Jazz's foot just an inch from my head. Julia twisted her body and in a instant Jazz was face down on the carpet with Julia sitting on top of her holding Jazz's arms behind her back. Julia hissed, if you try that ever again, it will be the last thing you ever do. Now, get up and leave, we dont want to see you in our lives, ever again.
Jazz meekly packed her suitcase and without looking back, left.
Julia got dressed, she said, pack your suitcase. I said, I've paid for the whole week, there's still three days to go. Julia said, no problem. I'll sort it.
We went to reception and Julia said, we need a different room. There was a rat in our room this morning.
The receptionist was horrified. She said she'd get past control to set some traps and gave us another room. We went to the new room, Julia suggested we take a shower together. But before we had time to get undressed there was a knock at the door.
It was the manager. He'd brought us an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, and a bunch of roses. He was very apologetic and said they'd never had problems with rats before. He said they would reimburse my money, and we could stay for free for the next few days. Plus free drinks whilst we were staying.
After he left, Julia said to me, he's worried about what reviews we might post. But I've fixed their rat problem.
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