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I spent most of the next day with a stupid grin plastered across my face. All the way through the journey to the island of Ko Phangan I was thinking about the night before and the double blowjob I’d received. As the images flashed through my mind I was getting more and more turned on, so by the time we’d checked into the hotel and collapsed on the bed in the beach hut we were renting for a week I was almost bursting out of my shorts.

Fortunately Louise was in a similar frame of mind, and offered no resistance when I slid a hand along her thigh and up her short skirt. Kissing gently, I moved her panties aside and slid a finger into pussy. She was already hot and wet down there. My cock throbbed.

“God, yes, Nick,” Louise whispered. “Fuck me.”

I was only too happy to oblige.

I pulled her t-shirt over her head and unclipped her bra, dipping my head to lick each of her nipples, then running a hand through her blonde hair I kissed her again, with more pressure and urgency this time.

Then I moved down the bed, to pull her skirt and panties off. Gripping onto her thighs I pushed her legs apart and lowered my mouth to her open pink cunt, which was sopping wet, running with the juices of her arousal.

Louise gasped as I ran my tongue the full length of her slit, lapping up as much of her juices as I could.

She pushed my head down and pressed her hips upwards, and I complied, licking all over her lips, kissing each part of her juicy sex organs, before finally focussing on her clitoris, the small, hard centre of her lust.

I sucked it into my lips, eliciting a yelp from the 26 year old blonde who was writhing on the end of my tongue. Then, I deliberately licked it faster and faster, harder and harder, judging my pace and pressure from the intensity of her moans and cries, until she let out a long cry and my mouth was flooded with more of her juices.

I looked up, over her blonde bush to see her pinching both her nipples, her hair strewn across her face, her mouth open in ecstasy.

Standing up quickly, I pulled off my clothes, all the time watching the beautiful girl spread open on the bed in front of me, her hand now moving to replace my tongue on her clitoris. She smiled up at me at the sight of my cock bouncing free, and as I moved between her legs she kissed me, licking her own juices from my lips.

My hard shaft slid into her easily, and I held it there, entirely surrounded by her pulsing tunnel.

“Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me,” she breathed into my ear, and I began sliding in and out.

“Oh yes,” she shouted out. “That’s so good. So deep. Fuck me harder.”

I sped up my pounding, reaching to grab one of her tits with my hand, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. I ran my hand down her flat stomach, and further down until I felt her clitoris, just above where I was splitting her in two.

As soon as I rubbed it she came again, shouting out my name, and rolling us over so she was on top of me.

Her hands on my chest and her blonde hair hanging down she began bucking up and down on my cock, her tits jiggling about between us.

When she came again, she lifted clear of my cock and moved up so she was sitting above my face. Looking down at me, lust clouding her beautiful green eyes, she used one hand to hold open her pussy lips then lowered herself down until my mouth was covered by her pulsing, dripping cunt.

I could hear her ragged breathing as once again I licked her clit. She was bucking forward with each swipe of my tongue, pressing her nub harder against me, wanting more and more.

With a scream she came again, and immediately shifted backwards sliding right down over my rock hard shaft.

Anyone who’s read my earlier story ‘A Story’ will know that Louise has a special talent, and I decided that this was a good time to see it in action.

With Louise still impaled on my shaft I stood up and turned around so she was on her back on the bed, just propped up on her elbows. Then I slid two fingers inside her and began rubbing her g-spot. It was already enlarged and I knew it wouldn’t take long. Louise could sense it too and with a throaty cry she threw her head back, surrendering to the sensations, to the explosion that would soon overtake her.

It took less than a minute of me roughly fingering her. As soon as I added the pressure of my thumb on her clit, to that of my two fingers on her g-spot, she tensed up, lifted her hips, and released a jet of warm, clear liquid from her pussy. It sprayed directly upwards, and landed on her stomach. I carried on rubbing her and was rewarded with another jet which, as I moved forward to start fucking her again, landed on my groin.

She was writhing about, only strangled cries coming from her mouth, her abdomen shuddering with each new squirt from her pussy.

I wasn’t about to let up or give her time to recover. I ploughed my cock straight into her, feeling it rub along the length of her spasming g-spot.

She cried out, her pussy too sensitive, so I pulled out and scrambled bodrum escort bayan up her body, my knees now either side of her chest, my throbbing, purple cock grasped in one hand, the other hand squeezing one of her breasts.

The blonde girl noticed where I was and reached to pull my dick into her mouth. But I didn’t want that. I wanted to titfuck her.

I jammed it into her mouth once, roughly shoving it in and quickly pulling it out. Then I pushed her 34B tits together, creating a tunnel and began sliding my well-lubricated shaft along it.

It felt incredible to be surrounded by all that smooth, warm titflesh, and looking down to see her squeezing her breasts together, enveloping my hard shaft was turning me on even more.

With a roar I erupted, spraying cum on her face, her chest, her tits.

As I rolled over she began rubbing it in, and then she rolled over to nestle her head on my chest.

After a few minutes of catching our breath, I was eventually able to speak. “Fuck me, that was amazing,” I panted.

“Fuck yeah,” Louise replied.

I looked around the room for the first time, and then I realised we’d not closed the door, or the blinds and we were right next to the path leading from all the other villas to the beach.

I jumped up to shut the door and close the blinds. “Jesus,” I said as I jumped back onto the bed. “Anyone could have seen us.”

“I think they did,” said Louise, grinning at me.

“You knew?! Did you see someone there?”

“Maybe….” Louise giggled.

I was shocked. “So we’ve not been here five minutes and already you’re putting on a live sex show.”

“Me?! I seem to remember you being somewhat involved too!”

I laughed and rolled over so I was on top of her, pinning her wrists down.

“You’re a bad, bad girl.”

“Oh yes,” she said, pausing to give me a languid, sweaty kiss. “You’ve no idea just how naughty I can be.”

I could feel my cock stirring to life again.

“Well I hope I get to find out soon,” I said.

“Oh you will, Nick. You will.”

Beneath me, Louise opened her legs and all of a sudden my now semi-hard cock was at the entrance to her pussy.

“Now fuck me again,” she said, wrapping her long legs around me, and pulling me into her. “And this time fuck me in the ass.”

The next few days carried on like that. We fucked like rabbits, and when we weren’t fucking we were lying by the pool or on the beach. Ko Phangan is always full of beautiful twentysomethings from all over the world, and even more so for the New Year’s Eve party. So, it rarely took more than an hour of lying on the beach watching all the stunning girls in skimpy bikinis before I was ready to take Louise back to our villa for another fucking session.

We must have been doing it about six times a day, but we weren’t tiring of each other. If anything it got better and better each time. We were doing absolutely everything, completely giving our bodies to each other, and it was one of the happiest times of my life.

So, it came as no surprise to me when at half past midnight on New Year’s Eve, Louise said she wanted to have sex on the beach.

The party was in full swing. The beach was packed with 20,000 revellers, sound systems were pumping out dance music they must have been able to hear back in Bangkok, and at midnight we’d already kissed each other under a shower of fireworks.

“I love you,” Louise had breathed in my ear.

“Come on, let’s get a shot from that bar,” I’d said, not turning to see the disappointment on her face as I strode towards the beach bar and ordered two sambucas.

“To us,” I’d said and we’d both knocked them back, before moving towards a speaker and dancing for another half an hour, surrounded by gorgeous, half-naked, sweaty bodies. We danced close to each other, feeling the beat pulse through us and the heat of each other’s bodies. In a slow part of the song, Louise had ground her ass against my crotch, and at the end of the track had turned to me and whispered: “Let’s fuck on the beach.”

I was half drunk and more than half turned on so more than ready to go with it. It was dark and everyone else on the beach was pretty wrecked, so we probably wouldn’t be seen. Actually I wasn’t that bothered about being seen and I don’t think Louise was either.

With 20,000 people on the same beach it’s hard to find a secluded corner, but we found a spot at one end of the beach where there were only a few couples all of whom seemed more interested in each other than anything going on around them.

I sat down and Louise straddled me. We started kissing and I ran my hands up her firm thighs. We were both ready, and after a week of so much fucking we were well practised at getting each other’s clothes off. So, in seconds, she’d undone my belt, unzipped me and fished out my cock. She’d shifted forward and I’d felt that familiar warmth surround me.

It felt weird to be doing this surrounded by so many people, but it also felt exciting, and it mumcular escort was an incredible turn-on. I felt Louise bite into my neck, as she moved up and down me faster and faster. Then she tensed up, caught her breath and I felt a jet of warm liquid hit my torso.

“Have you just squirted?” I whispered at her.

“She couldn’t answer, just nodded her head. I held still as she writhed about on my shaft, trying to recover herself. I looked around, but no one seemed to be watching us.

“This is such a fucking turn-on, Nick,” Louise was eventually able to whisper. “Are you turned on?”

“Fuck yeah. I can’t believe no one’s seen what we’re doing though.”

She didn’t reply, just started grinding up and down against. We both closed our eyes and gave ourselves to the physical sensations of our fucking, the coarseness of the sand beneath us, the roar of the waves, and the thumping of the party all around us. She wasn’t moving much, but was using her pussy muscles to caress my shaft. I could feel my orgasm boiling up inside my balls, I could hear her panting gently in my ear, another explosion rising deep inside her pussy.

“Have you got a light please?”

It was a female voice. Australian. I opened my eyes and saw two girls standing next to us.

No one spoke for a few seconds.

“Shit,” said the girl eventually. “Are you two fucking?”

I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of my cock embedded inside Louise.

“You are aren’t you?” The Australian girl didn’t sound embarrassed. More excited like she’d just been told a particularly juicy piece of gossip.

Then to my amaze she knelt down next to us and put her cigarette back in the packet.

She looked like she was in her late teens, had blonde curly hair and was wearing a black bikini top that showed an impressive pair of tits. My cock throbbed inside Louise as I noticed that. She was also wearing a short denim skirt and sandals.

She knelt next to us an expression of awe on her face.

“That is so amazing,” she said. “Hey Kallie, come here.”

She grabbed her friend’s hand and pulled her down to kneel next to her. Her friend was about the same age, and was dressed similarly, with an equally impressive rack, flat stomach, and youthfully pretty face. The most noticeable feature though was her long black hair, which hung down to her waist.

She seemed a lot less comfortable about this strange situation than her friend, and didn’t look at us.

“Don’t stop, guys,” said that blonde Australian. “It’s like, so totally amazing you can do this. Go for it.”

Louise and I looked at each other. I fully expected my girlfriend to tell these two young girls to go away, but she didn’t. She smiled at me, then at the two girls, and began again to slowly ride up and down my shaft.

I couldn’t believe I was sitting on a beach fucking my girlfriend, with two hot teenagers watching. They couldn’t see much, but they knew exactly what we were doing. The blonde one stared at us with a look of wonder and respect, while the brunette stared out to sea, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.

It all seemed to turn Louise on even further as after just a couple of minutes she came again, more warm liquid spraying onto my t-shirt.

“Shit. Have you just cum?” asked our Australian observer.

Louise nodded, and started kissing me.

“Fuck. You two are hot.”

I couldn’t take any more. With a cry muffled by Louise’s kiss, I came, coating the inside of her pussy with my hot jism.

When I opened my eyes, both girls were looking at us with that expression of wonder and respect.

Louise rolled off me, covering herself up rapidly, but leaving me exposed to the gaze of the two teenagers. They both got a good look and Kallie giggled a little before I was able to stuff myself back in my shorts.

The four of us looked at each other, no one sure what to say next. The rest of the party seemed to have faded into the distance. There was just the four of us on that beach, bathed in warm night air, all wondering what to say next.

“Hi, I’m Becca,” said the blonde girl, offering Louise her hand to shake.

With a half-smile Louise shook it and introduced herself. Becca turned to shake my hand, and as I introduced myself she smiled at me from underneath long, dark eyelashes. She held my hand for too long in an artless attempt at flirtation.

“This is Kallie,” said Becca, gesturing to her friend, who had gone back to staring at the sea.

We shook Kallie’s hand, and all looked down at the sand. I was expecting they’d make their excuses and leave fairly awkwardly. Louise just seemed to be waiting to see how it all panned out.

They didn’t leave. They started to tell us about themselves. Or rather Becca did. She explained that they had arrived on Ko Phangan that afternoon, that they were from a small town outside Ballarat in the state of Victoria, and that this was the first time either of the had been bodrum sınırsız escort outside their home state.

They were both 18 and had just finished school. They’d been saving up for months to come to this party. They’d just scraped together enough for the flights but hadn’t been able to afford anywhere to stay, so were planning on sleeping on the beach.

“Not sure you’ll get much sleep here,” I said smiling.

“Not sure we’ll need much sleep tonight,” said Becca, adjusting the strap on her bikini, so her breasts jiggled a little. “We might get a better offer.” She raised an eyebrow at me as she said this.

“Becca!” exclaimed Kallie, speaking for the first time. “You’re such a tart!”

“Don’t be such a dag,” said Becca. Then turning to us: “Little Kall’s so innocent. She’s never done anything. So, I’ve promised to show her some of the world on this holiday.”

“Oh yeah. Like you’re so experienced,” said Kallie. “Just cos you went with Dan K. Doesn’t mean you know everything.”

Louise and I caught each other’s eye. I could see she was as amused as I was by these two girls who were clearly as naïve as they were pretty. I wondered if she was considering the same possibilities as I was.

The girls were still arguing.

“Shut up Kall. You’re even too scared to try the pills I got. You’re just a kid.”

“Pills?” I interrupted.

“Yeah,” said Becca. We bought some pills from a guy we met earlier.

“Pills pills?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She reached into her shorts and pulled out six round pink pills.

We all looked at them. “This your first time taking those?” I asked her.

“Nah,” she said. “I’ve done loads. Kallie hasn’t though and she’s too pussy to try them.”

“No, I’m not!” said Kallie, tossing her long black hair to one said. She reached forward, grabbed a pill and popped it in her mouth.

“Shit!” said Becca. Her friend glared at her as she swallowed the pill.

“Well I hope they’re ok,” I said. “You can get some dodgy ones round here.”

Becca looked from the pills to me, and Louise. “You two want one?”

I shrugged and said: “Yeah, if you’re up for it hon?”

Louise nodded, and we both took a pill. Becca swallowed the other one.

“So you two married then?” asked Becca.

We told the girls all about ourselves, and then we all went to a bar to get a bucket. We sat on the beach, talking, getting to know each other, waiting for the ecstasy to kick in.

The two teenagers were determined to party the night away and have some new experiences. I guess that explains why they sat down to watch us fuck rather than walk away. We didn’t talk about it, and to all intents and purposes we were just getting to know each other normally. I was though spending a lot of time checking out their bodies, and I noticed both girls doing the same to me on more than one occasion.

Once the pills did kick in we got up and started dancing. For the next few hours we only stopped for the occasional rest, collapsing onto the sand, each time getting closer and closer, Becca talking with her hands on my knees, Kallie brushing her firm breasts against my arm, both girls watching as Louise and I kissed. Kissing on ecstasy is awesome and at one point we kissed for minutes and minutes, running our hands through each other’s hair. When we separated the two girls were staring at us. “That looks incredible,” said Kallie.

“It is,” said Louise simply, then jumped up. “Come on. Let’s dance.”

We danced separately, and in different combinations. Louise grinding against my body, then moving away to put her arms around Kallie and dance with her, while Becca wrapped her arms around me and moved her hips towards mine. We smiled at each other, before she broke away and I moved over to slip my arms around Louise and Kallie’s hips.

Louise turned her head to kiss me, slowly, deeply, inches away from where I know Kallie was watching us. Then Kallie whispered something in my girlfriend’s ear. Louise seemed to consider for a minute then nodded her head. She turned to whisper in my ear.

“Our new friend wants to kiss you.”

I smiled at Kallie. “Remember,” said Louise. “It’s me you come back to.”

I grinned at her and nodded, before kissing her again. After a few seconds she broke away, leaving me just with the Australian 18 year old. I wrapped both my arms around her slim waist and pulled her towards me, both of us swaying with the music.

She looked uncertain and nervous but still leant forward so our lips were nearly touching. Then we kissed, the softness of her lips drawing me in, mouths opening to allow tongues. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. Expecting to see Louise pulling me away, I was surprised to see Becca standing next to us and smiling.

“My turn!” she shouted, and I moved to kiss her too.

My head was spinning with the ecstasy and with the strange way this night was developing. None of it felt real, none of it felt odd. It was just happening and it felt beautiful.

It was also not turning me on at all. Another side effect of ecstasy is that you can’t get an erection. I didn’t mind. I was just enjoying kissing these three girls, feeling the softness of their lips, the warmth of their different bodies and the pressure of their breasts crushed up against my chest as I moved from one to the other.

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Date: November 2, 2015

Place: An adult-themed resort in the Caribbean

Ryan and Brooke (us) were on vacation, and Ryan, who enjoys using Brooke as his submissive, arranged to fulfill one of her biggest fantasies. He also told her he’d be recording it.

Ryan is a 31-year-old sales rep for a California-based surfboard company: tall, athletic, commanding voice. Brooke is a 29-year-old software tester at a Silicon Valley start-up: huge breasts, ready smile, always eager to do what Ryan tells her.

This is a transcript from the original audio.

Ryan: You like what you see?

(door closes)

Male Voice

: Fuck yeah, you weren’t kidding. Thanks for the invitation.

Ryan: Hey, you communicate, you play by my rules, and good things happen. Come a little closer. Check this shit out. (rustling) We’ve been experimenting with different restraints for several months. She does best when she’s tied in place.

Male Voice

: Wrists, ankles…I like the little fuck-pillow, too, man. Puts her right in position. Right up in the air.

Ryan: Square in the middle of the bed. You like that thick ass?

(bottles clinking)

Male Voice

: Oh yeah. It’s like you were saying before, you know those Spanish girls at the pool? Like that natural healer, that one with the big tits? Kinda reminds me.

Ryan: Sure. I can see that. But that girl shaves. This one’s not allowed to.

Male Voice

: No shit? You tell her –

Ryan: That’s right. I like a nice unshaven cunt, and apparently you boys do too. You like us talking about your body like this, don’t you, you little slut?

Brooke: Yes, I do. Thanks for treating me like this, Master.

Male Voice

: She’s dripping. Look at this.

Ryan: I’m going to spread her more. Turn that light toward me. You see what I’m talking about?

Male Voice

: She’s ready to get fucked, just like you said at dinner.

Ryan: I deliver. Now it’s up to you gentlemen to deliver. You follow the rules and everyone has a fucking great time.

(door opens)

Ryan: Speak of the devil. Dennis, you made it. We were just about to begin. How was the volleyball game?

Male Voice
(laughs): I tell ya, it was good, but this looks a whole lot better. Do you want me to close the door?

Ryan: You know what? Leave it open. I want that couple next door to see this. Real nice retired couple. Here for bodrum escort their 30th anniversary. We’ve been getting friendly.

Male Voice

: Who, Andrew and Nadine?

(water running in sink)

Ryan: That’s them. We knocked on their door this morning. I told them she had a little good-morning present for them. Ordered her to masturbate both of them to orgasm before we went for breakfast.

Male Voice

: That’s a good girl, huh?

Ryan: Such a good girl. I was beating off the whole time. Told her to mop up Andrew’s come off the tiles and wipe Nadine’s pussy clean with a washcloth. Then when she was done, I took her by the hair, made her kneel, and jacked off all over her tits. While they watched. And you know what?

Male Voice

: What?

Ryan: The maid walked in right when I was shooting my load. You boys know the maid I’m talking about.

Male Voice

: Nice.

Ryan: How do you feel about that, bitch?

Brooke: Thank you for using me, Master. I love doing whatever you tell me.

Ryan: That’s good. Because Dennis has just finished washing his hands. And you saw what nice thick fingers he has when you were watching volleyball yesterday, didn’t you?

Brooke: Yes, Master. I did.

Ryan: Dennis is going to start by pushing his thick forefinger slowly into your ass. To loosen you up for the new butt plug. She uses it every day at home.

Brooke (quietly): It’s so big, but I love it.

(sounds of touching)

Ryan: I’m spreading your ass cheeks so he can penetrate you. All lubed up. Get your little asshole ready.

Brooke: [inaudible]

Ryan: There it goes. A big, black finger going right up your ass. Does that feel good, bitch? Tell the truth.

Brooke: [moan increasing in volume]

Ryan: Does it?

Brooke: Oh yeah. Yes.

(groans and sounds of masturbation in the background)

Male Voice
: You know, I got a new girlfriend. Nurse, twenty years old, from Barbados. She ain’t as tight as your girl here.

Ryan: She’s something, isn’t she? And she does what she’s told. She thrives under supervision.

Male Voice

: Great ass, great smile, and those fuckin’ huge tits. You got the total package right there.

Ryan: You like her tits? You want to touch them?

Male Voice

: I’ve been thinking about that since the poolside bar.

Ryan: Slide on up. Now, watch. See bodrum merkez escort the way I stroke them? I cup ’em…then start to play with the nipples. Now you try it.

Brooke: Oh fuck. Oh God, that feels good.

Ryan: Put some coconut oil on that. There. Yeah. I can’t tell you how many loads I’ve blown between those tits.

Male Voice

: [inaudible]

Ryan: What? Oh. 40DD. And she knows I have the right to play with them any time, anywhere. Isn’t that right?

Brooke: Thanks for teaching me how to be the right kind of slut for you, Master.

(voices from outside)

Ryan: Nadine! Come in here. You’re going to want to see this.

Woman’s Voice

: Oh my God. Look at who’s ready for her gangbang. Andrew, I think this is going to be your dream come true. Remember how much you beat off last night after we watched her getting eaten out on the beach?

(muffled voices)

Ryan: Pull up some chairs. Everyone’s welcome to watch.

(furniture moving)

Male Voice

: Jesus Christ, I love her tits. I want to suck one of those nipples.

Ryan: Go right ahead.

Male Voice
: I can feel her fucking tightening around my finger.

Ryan: Yeah, time to slide out slow. She’s ready for the toy. Hand me that. I’m gonna take care of this personally. She needs her ass plugged right.

Brooke: [low moans]

Ryan: Lots of lube. There we go. Gonna fill your ass perfectly. Nadine, I think you’re going to want your iPhone again when the two round bulbs go in. I’m gonna go nice and slow.

Woman’s Voice

: The pictures from this morning were unbelievable.

Ryan: You ready?

(water running)

Woman’s Voice

: Oh. Yes. Please!

Ryan: Watch this. Watch how the bitch takes it. Zoom in.

Brooke: [loud groans] Oh! Oh! Yeah. Fuck. Fuck it. Oh, I love it!

(bottles clink, voices unintelligible)

Ryan: You boys are going to fucking love how that toy feels up against your hard-on when you’re pounding her cunt. We’re gonna fill a lot of rubbers tonight.

Woman’s Voice

: You never told me, does she eat pussy?

Ryan: She does when I tell her to. You’d like her to eat your pussy while she’s getting gangbanged, wouldn’t you, Nadine?

Woman’s Voice

: I sure wouldn’t say no. Oh my fucking God, look at my husband’s cock now.

Ryan: Keep playing with bodrum otele gelen escort her tits, man.

Male Voice

: I could do this all night.

Ryan: You’re going to eat out Nadine’s pussy while you get fucked, slut. You understand?

Brooke: Anything you tell me to do, Master.

(applause, appreciative comments)

Ryan: You ready to mount her, Dennis?

Male Voice
: I’ve been thinking about this since I saw her lying in that hammock with her legs open. I gotta blow a load inside her.

Ryan: She’s going to suck my cock, while you ease into her wet slit. Break her in nice and slow. With her ass filled up, DP-style.

(rhythmic clapping from the background, inaudible comments)

Ryan: That’s it. Yeah. You like having a huge black cock going up your little cunt? The cunt I’ve been controlling and making wet all fucking day long?

Brooke: [inaudible loud moan]

Male Voice

: Shit, I’m so hard watching this. I can’t fuckin’ wait for my turn.

Ryan: Fill her up. Pound her! Yeah! Use her good. Get this gangbang started right.

(mixed gasps, sounds of fucking)

Ryan: Open your mouth wide. Time to take my dick. When I’m ready to pull out and shoot my come on your ass, you’re going to eat Nadine’s slit out in front of everybody.

Brooke: Uhhhh. Oh Jesus. Yeah, let me suck you off.

Ryan: That’s it, you fuckin’ slut…

(sound of table moving, audio cuts out, and then resumes after gap)

Ryan: …keep licking her. Stick your tongue right inside those juicy pussy lips. Lick Nadine’s clit and make her come.

Male Voice

: Brooke eats pussy real good while I’m holding this Magic Wand up against her slit, doesn’t she?

Ryan: That’s how I trained her. Now she knows how to be a good girl.

Male Voice

: So fucking tight. I need to empty my balls inside her.

Woman’s Voice

: Oh yeah. Andrew, baby, I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come!

Ryan: You like being covered in my come while you get fucked, Brooke? You like that?

Brooke: [huge moans]

Woman’s Voice

: I’m coming! Oh shit, that feels amazing. Oh! Oh God. Oh fuck yes.

Ryan: That’s making me hard all over again. God, I can’t believe how hard I am tonight. Yeah, force another one out of her. You like that big cock up your hole?

Brooke: [full-throated scream of pleasure as she orgasms]

Ryan: That’s it. That’s it. So good. You boys are going to take a break now. Brooke needs some water and some time to soak it all in. Somebody check if Annabelle is around – that chick from the catamaran with the strap-on.

(laughter, inaudible background comments)

Ryan: Yeah, I see this gangbang going till dawn…

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Donna had managed to get both Bryce and Howard off in the hot tub. In so doing, she had worked herself into an erotic frenzy and wanted something for herself. Bryce had begged off, but Howard was more than willing to satisfy her needs.

Howard lifted her out of the hot tub, produced a big bath towel and dried her off slowly and tenderly. He put the robe over her shoulders and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom, we’ll take our time and do it right.”

Bryce lay sprawled out in the hot tub. He looked up as they left and said, “Have fun kids, I’m staying in here until morning.”

Howard lifted the robe off of her shoulders at the side of the bed. He stood behind her and kissed her neck and cheeks. She turned her mouth to his and the soft tender kiss evolved into an exchange of tongues. Howard caressed her tits with one hand and fondled her mound and slit with the other.

“Lay down baby. I want to look at you naked, your head on the pillow and waiting for me.”

Donna crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder at Howard. His eyes were fastened on her butt and the red gash between her legs. She trembled at the sight of both tenderness and hot lust in his eyes. She was ready for any approach he might take.

She lay back, her beautiful face looking up at Howard from the pillow with her legs spread, her fingers making teasing circles around her swollen clit.

Howard was a massive man. At about 60 years of age, he did have a paunch, but his arms and shoulders, chest and thighs were still muscular and powerful. As he kneeled in between her legs, Donna’s eyes fastened on his spectacular cock and balls. He played with her nipples quietly as she reached out to hold and stroke him, her hands roaming lightly from the cock to his hanging balls.

They were calm and unhurried. Neither of them had expected a tender moment like this to happen this night. Donna had come to do her duty, and Howard had accepted an invitation from his close friend to join him for some willing pussy.

Howard leaned in over top of her and kissed her, while she continued escort bodrum to hold and stroke his cock. His tongue pushed between her lips and ran around inside her mouth between her gums and lips. Donna wanted to feel him in her and arched her back upward while pressing his cock downward with her hand.

Howard let her play, wanting her to increase her desire to desperation levels before entering her. His arms were extended, bracing himself over her as he continued to suck her lips and tongue. Donna clamped her heels behind his thighs and tried to pull her pussy up to capture his knob. She was whimpering, “Please Howard, let me have it. I will pass out if it is not in me soon.”

In answer, Howard pushed her legs up and worked his mouth down her thighs to her open slit. Two or three long licks with his flattened tongue almost got her off. He sucked the tip of her clit gently and nuzzled her cunt with his nose. Donna was vibrating as he lifted up from her and repositioned between her spread legs on his knees.

“I want you ready baby, I want your pussy to be so horny it will bite my cock off.” He lowered his hips so that she could rub his knob in her trembling slit. She spread more widely and tried to capture him. He jabbed at her a few times, but not enough for her to claim the entire knob.

“Howard, please, let me have it in me,” she wailed. She dug her fingernails into his ass and hips, tugging at him, thrusting up at him.

He relented, lowering his hips, straightening his cock for full entry. He began feeding her a little more with each push. She cried out as she felt the knob parting the silky wet folds of her inner pussy, rubbing the walls of it, a hard shaft following his velvet covered knob.

Finally he was in her fully, his big chest grinding her tits, his massive thighs spreading her wide open, she could barely get her heels around behind him to capture and hold him in her. He held still while she adjusted her body and cunt to his full cock. They began to fuck.

She arched her back upwards, pushing her hips at him, unable to remain still. She tightened turgutreis escort her legs around behind him and pressed her fingernails into his back and butt. She wanted him deeper in her and she raised her legs over his back to allow him to enter her more fully. His hands went to her hips to hold her as he guided his cock in and out.

They moved slowly together, his chest rubbed her nipples, exciting her even more. “Ah Howard, you feel so good in me. More baby, give me more.” He reacted to her request and increased his speed, going harder and deeper. She moved her mouth to his as he continued to fuck her; her tongue searched his mouth until he sucked it into his in synch with his stroking.

She lifted her hips up for more, always more, always deeper. She did not want to lose contact with him for even an instant. She closed her eyes to enjoy the friction of his big cock rubbing the walls of her pussy. She clenched her pussy more tightly around his surging cock.

She could sense his cum beginning to rise as his strong arms went under her to pull her body tighter against his straining body. She could feel his body trembling as his cum was demanding to be released in her and they both were overwhelmed at the need to surrender.

They kissed passionately as their bodies sealed together as one. Donna whispered, “Fuck me baby, fuck me hard, ride me, I want your cum filling my hole.”

Donna felt herself at the top of her climax; her body clenched against her lover, her pussy tightening around his pounding cock. They squeezed together, wanting to retain that exquisite feeling for as long as possible. She squeezed his cock just as he rammed her with one last hard thrust. His first blast of hot cum put her over the edge and she arched her body upwards to receive him.

They held together as his cock softened inside of her. He tried to keep fucking but his massive cock had met its match and she squeezed him out until the knob was oozing cum in her pussy lips.

Howard collapsed on top of her and then rolled off to one side, exhausted. She türkbükü escort moved her head to his chest, licking and kissing his nipples, still overcome with desire. Her lips sought his mouth once more and she crawled on top of him, rubbing her tits and pussy on every part she could rub.

Howard ruminated on what had just happened. It had been very different than he had expected. He had progressed from just showing up for a hopeful butt fuck to making passionate love to this beautiful woman. He looked over at her as she lay with her eyes closed, her nipples erect and her body still writhing in contentment. He would be looking for more of the same in the future.

Donna was also in a state of pleasant confusion. From a ‘duty fuck’ to this act of complete sex had surprised her. While still hoping for success for her husband, she knew she would remember this night for the passion she had received from this older man. Bryce had been her duty, but the contribution from Howard would remain more significant in her memory.

She felt him lift off of the bed. A minute or so later, she felt someone sit beside her. It was Bryce. She turned her head and looked up at him as he smiled and said; “Now that was a night of pure pleasure. You were great baby. And not bad from two old jerks like us either.”

Donna was exhausted but content. She believed that she had won the day for her hubby and his promotion, and she had enjoyed a new experience. She got up and showered quickly, pulled on her panties and tight dress, carried her heels with her as she left the suite. Bryce kissed her at the door, “Be assured my little one, that there will be more nights like this for the two of us, or three of us.”

Donna struggled to the elevator, hoping that she would not meet anybody that knew her. Her sore pussy caused her to walk like a cowboy. She let herself into her suite. She stood for a minute in the pale light of one lamp, listening to see if Bob was asleep. A sound from the bedroom caused her to move quietly over and slowly open the door.

Bob and Elizabeth were on their sides facing each other. She had one leg up over his hip. Donna could make out Bob’s hand fingering Elizabeth’s pussy as Elizabeth was fondling his cock. There were only low moans coming from the two of them. Donna quietly closed the door, went for a cool drink and hoped that they would get off soon. She was tired.

The End

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I.

IN LOCO PARENTIS (AND OTHER LATIN PHRASES)

You can call me Carl, although I’m Mr. Gillett to my students at the suburban high school where I’m Head of Social Studies.

I made the mistake of marrying a beautiful woman, physically beautiful, that is—the “prom queen” type. She was a willowy blond with tits like apples. For the purpose of this survey, I’ll call her Ivy the Heiress. Our pre-marital romance was promising and our sex life was okay for the first three years, although she thought oral sex—giving or receiving–was disgusting. One problem was she was always preening and primping. She went to a manicurist and had her hair done practically every month; and, of course, she didn’t want me to muss it up during sex.

When we went on trips, one suitcase was entirely reserved for beauty aids. The last four years I was lucky to get laid once a month. Thank God, we did not have any kids. During our last fight I yelled at her, “Where the hell do you get your hair done? At the funeral parlor?” and she kicked me out of the house. I sucked it up and resolved that I’d get along on my teaching salary. Actually, the pay scale at my new school was pretty good.

My new school, my new life, my new love. The place was to become for me a happy family of serious students, half of which were beautiful girls. I couldn’t have known, that first September, that my wife Ursula was sitting in the front row of my senior history section. She was an average-looking buxom girl, with glasses, more industrious than she was creative, I thought, and most pleasant. It was her overall attitude that was most endearing. She’d erase the blackboard and joke with me at the end of the school day. Then she was right there that first day of my fall tennis practice–determined to make the team. And that was the fateful beginning of things: I was impressed by the serious mind; she was my funny friend; but then, seeing her in her short tennis dress, I knew I was in love with the whole person. This tall girl had the most delicious-looking legs I could ever hope to see. The balls of her calf muscles were just prominent enough to lend the thick legs most appealing lines and harmonized with the fullness of her curvaceous thighs. I had to restrain myself from falling on my knees before her to hold their smooth loveliness to my cheeks, thence to kiss and tongue my Ursula from her sport socks to her crotch.

I had a problem with coaching and drooling at the same time. I do, nonetheless, take my role of teacher and friend seriously: I am in a true sense in loco parentis. I do admit to dispensing a short hug of congratulation or farewell, and even a quick peck of a kiss on special occasions. But I continue to follow the advice of my wise old methods teacher: “Carl, don’t fuck the customers!” With Ursula, a short peck of a kiss two months into the school year turned into a lengthy, open-mouth expression of our lust for each other. Damn it, I had crossed my own line. Further, I was married.

I knew that she was dating a greaser who’d been out of school for some time–certainly not good enough for her–and, even though it was none of my business, I was jealous. I know I could have regained my equanimity if Ursula hadn’t been such a tease. One fatal day in April she appeared in class without a bra. Unbound, her big pointy tits had a delightful wag to them. Through the light texture of her shirt, I divined dark halos spreading about the tips of her tits. Ursula’s eyes, furthermore, said they were for me. The professional educator had to revamp his standards. She and I wanted me to touch and handle her individual breasts–and in the worst way!

When she turned eighteen in May, my rationalization fuzzily elevated her to adulthood, and I made love to her above the waist. However, I would not sink to adultery. It was hard, but Ursula understood where I was coming from. Nonetheless, discovering her sexual appetites fired my attraction to her. She had told me about the loss of her virginity recently to this older guy with a reputation of being bad actor. He had demanded that she omit underwear in dressing for their dates. Further she said that, while their sex together was rough, Ron’s fucking was something she loved and needed. That confession didn’t do much for my morale. But I thanked our lucky stars that soon, she’d be taking her loveliness off to a fine small college, even though she had no intentions of becoming celibate. Nonetheless, we remained in love–still treading the high wire, sexual desire pulling from the left, moral imperatives from the right. I dearly hoped that she would find a fine young man to love her with tenderness and concern for her well-being.

With my marriage going poorly, my sex life was weakly fulfilled in my love letters to Ursula. She was so sweet to put up with them, even as she had fallen for a graduate student whose company she was enjoying. Nonetheless, her sweet and frequently very sexy responses seduced hell out of me–such as her telling about Paul’s big cock and how she imagined it was mine to aid her in reaching orgasm. And she was glad to learn bodrum escort that I jerked off when writing to her or receiving her letters. Certainly we were still in love.

I drove to visit her twice within the next two years. While continuing to abstain from intercourse at the motel where we lived in the nude for two days at a time, Ursula’s loving was fantastic. I had written her about the effect of her beautiful legs on me, and she invited me, after I had sucked her tits adequately, to do her completely, without sport socks. Slowly, up toward the beautiful loins, I kissed and licked. She elevated her hips and pubis to accept my stiffened tongue in search of the center of her heat; I drank the flow of her sex; I nibbled and sucked the erect clit.

Our friends agree that Ursula has the sweetest pussy to suck of all our partners. One of my greatest turn-ons is watching her approach her peak while being eaten. She screams softly and pants audibly before she arches. Then she contorts as wave upon shuddering wave undo her completely. In that final phase, her great thighs quiver in her complete ecstasy, as they did in response to her first oral sex, fifteen years ago in our country motel.

II SAFETY AND NUMBERS

Some of the kinky things we did in our pre-marital period, I guess, sparked our interests in opening our marriage to special people. I agree, it’s been a switch for “straight-laced Carl Gillett.”

Shortly after my divorce from the heiress came through, we made complete and beautiful love, got pregnant, and got married, forcing my darling to pick up her senior credits two years later at a city university near us. As I’d always known, she is bright and determined. Her accomplishments and personality are much appreciated by the Board of the local library, where she’s the Associate Librarian. She laughs when I say she looks like a librarian. Not so with her clothes off! She’s still a beautiful girl. Her tits are a little longer, but they don’t hang! They merely branch out at a lower level.

I’m trying to get to our expanded sex life. The setting then is our cozy little suburban home. The time is four years after our marriage. I am thirty-eight and Ursula is twenty-six. Of course, we must analyze the circumstances, which are the fun part.

Back at college, Ursula’s primary sex mate had been Paul, her biologist friend. I’d met him and I could immediately see the attraction. One of our sex games was for Ursula to tell me all about him and them in her letters; and later we had several three-way phone conversations, which we found highly erotic. Can you imagine celibate Carl lying on his single cot at eleven at night and Ursula’s voice in his ear: “Now he’s filling my pussy with his big cock and I want him to come in me.” Well, that was enough to lead a thirty-three-year-old man to jack off!

Paul’s annual Christmas cards told that his work on the west coast seemed to be going well and that he had married and was looking forward to raising a family. Some time in August he wrote that his young wife of three years, four months pregnant with their first child, had been killed in a traffic accident. It was so very sad.

Shortly after hearing that distressing news, Ursula sat up in bed one night. “Honey,” she said, “let’s invite Paul to Christmas.” That was something to think about, and I did in living color and cinemascope. I thought of Paul tall, strong and naked. I wanted to see the big cock that gave Ursula so much pleasure. I imagined her kneeling before it in love and Paul returning the favor to her delight. My own dong began to rise in contemplation of those images.

“Do you think he’d come?” I finally said.

“I think if he were here, he would,” she laughed.

“Oh, darling, would you want him to fuck you?”

“Uh-huh … with your permission. You were deprived of the threesome that you proposed in your letters. I would like very much to fuck Paul while you watch. Wouldn’t you like that? My being on the pill and all–we could really enjoy ourselves.”

“Oh, yes,” I returned, “and I’d like to see you suck his cock big and hard before that, and afterwards I’d want to fuck you strongly and add my load to Paul’s. Wouldn’t you love to have two guys come in you one after the other?”

“Yes, I would,” Ursula responded thoughtfully. “What would be your reaction to three guys coming in me in a row?”

“I’d be out of my mind. I would love it,” I confessed. “Who else could we get?”

“You are the sexy one,” Ursula chided. “Let’s see how it goes with Paul–if he’s agreeable. Number Three should be extra special–someone that you pick. Are there any big cocks in the faculty locker room that we could toy with for a while in our fantasies?”

That was too close to home, I thought. “You’re right,” I said, “Let’s wait. But I do want it for you. Darling, please suck me a little bit while I tell you what I’d like Paul and the new wrestling coach to do with you.”

“Oh, yummy. I’d love to.”

My fantasy concluded, we had the greatest fuck ever.

Paul did come at Christmas, gümbet escort and we came and came and came. Again the following year, Paul brought us Christmas cheer. Then he dropped out of our lives again. The wrestling coach, furthermore, was not about to be taken down!

A seeker for Mr. Right usually does not find him. Ten years passed. By then our rising salaries permitted us to purchase a more commodious house on a quiet circle in a really nice residential section of town. After moving in, I was surveying the neighborhood from my top floor study window when I saw Mrs. Right, sunning herself.

Evidently our neighbors had a double lot with extensive flower gardens on our side bounded by a seven-foot stockade fence, over which I could see from my vantage point into the garden’s heart. Mrs. Whoever-she-was had stretched out entirely naked on a beach towel on the grass. After changing her position once, she rose, strode gracefully to another area of the garden and came back with a hose and nozzle sprinkling the beginning buds and blooms of May. Of what I could see she was moderately heavy of build, the triangular pubic bush was really dark and her jugs were ponderous. I noted that she had short dark hair and wore dark glasses. I checked my watch; it was 11 a.m. on a Monday. I returned to my post when I could and caught three more shows that early summer, during two of which the lady opened her pussy to admit the strong sunlight and a perfect view from my study window before she masturbated for perhaps ten minutes.

After we got settled, we did meet our neighbors: Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Wood. The gentleman was a sales executive for a big company; and Ursula was excited to recognize the wife as one of her own high school generation–the former Lianne Parker. When we met, there was a distinct twinkle in Lianne’s brown eyes as she said, “It’s nice to meet you in person, Mr. Gillett.”

“Likewise,” I blurted, “Let’s see more of each other.”

The Woods were a friendly couple. They invited us for cocktails a couple of times. It turned out that Lianne and Ursula had quite a bit in common, including two earlier boyfriends. I gathered that business was good for Herb, as in mid-summer workmen and earth-movers rolled in, After three or four weeks, behold: there was a swimming pool behind the stockade fence.

The following spring the pool area had been beautifully landscaped, and we were invited to swim one late afternoon. Ursula was gorgeous in her bright, brief bikini, and Lianne filled the top of hers to overflowing. The skimpy, triangular material below permitted the escape of black pubic curls from three sides of the triangle.

After we took our initial dips, we sat at the shallow end while Lianne swam a few laps. Returning to our end, she stood up to her navel in the clear water and launched into a monologue: “What a day! Honey, I’d say the screening boxwoods are doing the job. The water’s so nice, though so much nicer without a bathing suit. Herbie and I don’t usually wear ours. Would it be all right with you folks if I took mine off?”

I spoke for the Gilletts, “Please do, Lianne.”

“And I hope you’ll join us if you’re so inclined. Come on, Herbert!” she commanded, drawing out the tie that bound her. Over her head came the top, and she flung it in happy liberation across the deck. Down came the thong. She parried its ankle tackle with a somersault, disrobing as she turned. With only her head above the surface, she duck-waddled up to us, and then sprang up with outstretched arms only to fall backward and float–baring the extensive bush that had caught my attention earlier. Regaining her feet, she slogged and swayed toward her audience and stood smiling widely. “Golly,” she exalted, “It’s wonderful! I still have my stretch marks,” she babbled, showing us the lighter lines. Ursula kept the small talk going: “I like your belly-button, Lianne. It’s an outie.”

Lianne teased, “What do you like, Carl?”

“You have the most gloriously beautiful breasts, Lianne.” They were heavy and lengthy. Low on their beautiful hanging, the taut nipples jutted; and about them dark brown pebbled areas spread in wide circles. In the late afternoon sunlight I detected beyond their rims a few little dark hairs sprouting.

“I see you’re a tit-man–like Herbie,” Lianne giggled. Then, noticing my fix on her nipples, she added, “I’m a very hairy person.” She lifted her full breasts with her hands for our inspection.

“I have the same thing,” Ursula volunteered, “When I went braless a lot in college, the hairs wore away, but now they’re growing back because I’m into bras for my library job.”

Lianne: “I can’t go braless. It causes too much commotion.”

Herb: “We considered shaving before our week at the nude beaches. But our friends discouraged that. Furthermore, Li’s hair about the high points of her sex accentuates them. I’m proud of her natural beauty.”

I joined the small talk, playing out some aesthetic bullshit I had heard and more or less believed. “That which is perfect is bitez escort less interesting than the suggestion of perfection. I’ve felt in Ursula’s case, her heavy thighs go beyond the norm for Miss America candidates, but living with her is my extraordinary blessing, and I’m proud that others can enjoy maximum views of those sexy legs.”

Ursula: “With Carl’s encouragement I’m no longer self-conscious of my heavy legs. I’m into mini-skirts again. Isn’t that brazen of me?”

Lianne: “Absolutely not, Ursula, your legs are positively beautiful; and Carl’s pride in your loveliness is understandable.. But, as one of your admirers, I must confess your legs trigger my desire to see more! But we know how that is, don’t we, dear? I love to tease. And , being an exhibitionist, I’m already in Heaven, being married to a voyeur! Actually, Herb likes guys to see me nude, probably because he’s then free to do some ogling himself.”

Herb: “I don’t deny it.”

Lianne: “And furthermore, Ursula, the naughty boy is dying to see your tits. He told me so.”

“Lianne!” Herb groaned.

Ursula leaned toward my ear. “Should I?” she whispered.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Ursula rose and stood before our host. “Herbie, is that really true?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay. Maybe you should know that I like naughty boys,” Ursula added devilishly, unhooking her bra. Her lovely dubes wagged out in new freedom, at which her audience lapsed into a moment of open-mouthed silence. Then she continued, “And, you two guys, drop your drawers. Don’t be party-poopers. We want to see your imperfections!”

As always, I was super-proud of my beautiful Ursula. And what a good sport she was! That swimming party broke the ice. I simply had to fuck Lianne Wood; her tits held me in their sway.

III. URSULA’S FULFILLMENT

In bed that night Ursula and I replayed the afternoon’s dialogue. We laughed in amazement at what was said, especially what we had said. Lianne was certainly the soul of candor!

Four nights later, Ursula was brimming with a new story. The two gals had had a long talk during which Lianne asked if we had experimented with sex outside of our marriage. “So I told her about Paul and us. That got her laughing. She said similar circumstances brought them to swap with one of her first lovers and his wife. Then she mentioned that Herb gets off on seeing her fuck guys with big dicks. Her theory is that, as guys are prone to visual arousal, they like to see beautiful women nude, to see us move and dance, and masturbate. Here’s the way she put it: ‘When I fuck for him, I have my pleasure and he has his. It’s an extension of our love for each other.’ Now honestly, Carl, I think the same factors figured in our affair with Paul. Don’t you, dear? Anyhow, now they swing.”

“I agree,” I said, ” Paul’s being so well-hung was a turn-on for me.” I had noticed Herb’s similar endowments. Secretly, I wanted to watch him with Ursula. It was so interesting that the Woods were swingers! I did recall their long and happy looks once I stepped out of my trunks. The ball was rolling. “I suppose they want me to fuck Lianne?” I tried to yawn.

“Yes!” Ursula half-screamed, “and I said I’d ask you. Don’t say no. She said I could watch with Herb. It’s so terribly exciting. Would you?”

“Okay … yes,” I responded, “but might you find Herb attractive enough that you might fuck him–for my pleasure?”

“Yes, baby. I’ve been wild for it since I showed him my tits!”

Lianne indeed was a great organizer. Because the watchers would be as important as the fuckers, the first time should be a closed practice, she explained. Herb was to spend the night at our house, and I at theirs. Two nights later, the exhibitions.

Lianne and I got along very well. She was as aggressive in her loving as in the planning. “Perhaps Ursula told you that I find your body irresistible–your arms and chest, that lean, hard stomach, your gorgeous buns,” she went on while literally undressing me,” and your magnificent cock. I just love the way the pink head peeps from its foreskin collar when you’re soft. I’m dying to make it big and hard. Lie back, sweetie.”

She started crawling up, the big tits playing footsie, then sweeping up my legs, up and back. Then after straddling my aroused cock briefly, she advanced, the hot wet pussy trailing the long tits, with which she batted my face. Then back again, now it was her head and face massaging my genitals, massaging and teasing. Then she gave me four jerks and said, “Your turn. And then, I want to be on top.”

I really had known only two women intimately, but Lianne’s pussy was something else. Nuzzling her aromatic bush, I played nosies with her distended clit and then sucked it.

With Li on top I didn’t have to strain for my mouthfuls. “I love light biting when you suck,” she told me, “and just before I climax please pinch my nipples really hard.”

“Oh, Carl,” she said afterwards. “You know, Herbie’s being able to watch us means so much to both of us. And to have Ursula with us will be especially nice. Don’t you think that she and I are kindred souls? Our husbands’ pleasures are paramount. You must love watching her.” “Darling Lianne,” I took her in my arms, “this evening has been a beautiful beginning. And yes, Ursula has been wild to fuck Herb, and your permission means worlds to us.”

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Chapter 5

Dick and Jane Go Boating with Friends

“Dick, I think we should go for a boat cruise,” Jane said, curling up to him in bed, slowly sliding her hand down and over his taut stomach and into his shorts.

Dick rolled over and looked at Jane.

“Really?” he said.

“Topless?” he asked hopefully.

“Don’t be so passé Dick,” Jane replied.

“I want to have fuck with another couple, outdoors, having it in the sun,” she winked.

“Sounds good to me,” Dick replied.

“How about we find some friends with a boat and go from there,” he added.

“OK,” Jane replied.

A few weeks later…

It was a fine day and Dick and Jane stood on the dock with their new friends, Phil and his wife, Susan.

“Phil won’t be long getting the boat,” said Susan.

“It’s a bit of a pain having a mooring away from the docks, but hopefully it won’t be long before we get a dockside pen,” she added.

“That’s fine,” said Jane.

“It’s such a great day, we can’t wait to be out on the boat and catching some sunshine,” Jane said.

“Bikini’s optional,” Susan winked.

“Of course,” said Jane.

“I’ve bought a special one with me, simply to ensure that I catch the most sun possible,” Jane winked, provocatively grabbing Dick’s board-short covered cock with her hand.

Shortly after they were aboard and heading out through the marina entrance. The sun was belting down at over thirty-five degrees, with a small swell and surrounding boats all heading out and up the coast to the secluded beaches which dotted the coastline.

“Drinks are up,” said Susan, handing round ice-cold champagne for the girls and beers for the boys.

“This is the life,” said Phil, as his hand snaked around his wife’s waist, creeping up to her bikini covered breasts.

“Later Phil,” said Susan.

“Plenty of time for that,” she said, winking at Jane.

“How about we lie down Jane?” Susan suggested.

“We’ve bodrum escort bayan a nice deck on the back here, and I’ve some comfy lounge cushions to lie on whilst we allow the boys to pilot the boat to the beach.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jane said, wriggling her skirt over her shapely hips and thighs, showing off her high-cut black bikini bottoms.

A low moan escaped Phil’s lips.

“Wow I love that look Jane,” he said.

“Thanks Phil,” she replied.

“Maybe you’ll get to see a bit more later on,” she added, wriggling her ass at him as she sashayed over to the cushions that Susan was laying on the deck.

Dick and Phil sat on the fly-bridge downing some cold beers whilst slowly motoring up the coast.

On the rear of the boat, the real action was starting to take shape.

“I love your breasts Jane,” Susan smiled at her looking appreciatively at Jane’s skimpy bikini.

“Thanks Susan. I love your legs,” Jane replied.

“Think we’ll be able to entertain the boy’s later?” Susan asked.

“I’m sure we will, but in the meantime it’s us I’m more concerned about,” Jane replied.

“Hey boys, where are our Champagne refills?” Jane shouted.

“Coming,” Dick answered.

“Not yet, Dick, but maybe later,” Susan retorted.

Drinks refilled the girls proceeded to lay out their mattresses and pillows.

“Care to rub in some sunscreen for me Susan?” Jane asked.

“Oooh yes,” Susan replied.

Susan proceeded to pour a generous measure of sun cream into her hands and, rubbing them together, warmed it up ready to apply to Jane’s taught, tight, body.

“How does this feel?” Susan asked, beginning to rub cream over Susan’s shoulders and down her upper arms.

“Lovely,” Jane replied.

“Love the feeling of your hands on my back Susan,” Jane added.

Susan began to slowly glide her hands down Jane’s back. Rubbing the cream in, Susan yalıkavak escort massaged Jane’s shoulder blades, running her hands down towards Jane’s taught arse, tight between the black g-string that Jane was wearing.

“mmm that feels good Susan,” Jane whispered.

“Roll over Jane, it’s time to do your front,” Susan commanded.

Susan rolled started at Jane’s stomach, rubbing the sun cream in a circular motion, inching her way up towards Jane’s breasts.

Rolling her nipples in her fingers, Susan felt Jane’s nipples begin to harden to her touch.

“I think you’re liking this Jane,” Susan said.

Jane just smiled and began to run her finger up and down her pussy, which was starting to rapidly flow with her juices.

Susan continued to roll one nipple in her fingers, and licking her lips lowered her head onto the other, lightly rolling it around her mouth, flicking it with her tongue.

“That feels so good Susan,” Jane whispered in her husky, come fuck me voice.

Susan began to kiss her way down Jane’s breast, over her stomach and towards Jane’s pussy.

“Move your fingers Jane,” Susan commanded.

“I’ve a tongue that will do a much better job than you.”

Susan licked upwards against the taught swim suit which Jane was wearing. Jane moaned in pleasure.

“Take it off Susan and lick me,” Jane said.

Susan proceeded to take off Jane’s swimwear.

“What a lovely pussy you have Jane. I love the way that you trim it,” Susan remarked, as she lowered her head and lightly flicked her tongue over Jane’s clit.

Jane moaned in response and grabbed Susan’s head, firmly keeping it in place while she rolled her tongue up her pussy and back down, darting it in and out between the labia.

Susan reached behind her, and from the storage compartment brought out a double-ended vibrator, all powered and ready to use.

“That’s handy,” said konacık escort Jane.

“I keep it here for fun in the sun,” Susan winked in reply.

Rolling the vibrator up and down Jane’s sopping pussy Susan lubed it up before slowly sliding it in, teasing as she brought the vibrator in and out, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Susan reached down, removing her own bikini bottoms, and Jane whistled at her neatly trimmed, and glistening pussy.

“I’m horny too Jane,” Susan said.

“Care to help me out?” she added.

“I’d love to Susan, but I’ve never done anything like this before,” Jane replied.

“ooh a virgin!” Susan exclaimed.

“You’re going to love this, trust me,” she added.

Rolling onto her back, the two girls faced each other with their legs entwined. Susan slid the dildo into Jane’s pussy, making her bite down and moan as it filled her up.

Moving closer, Susan then spread apart her own labia, and smiling in anticipation, slipped the other end of the dildo deep inside herself.

Moving back and forwards, the girl’s animal instincts took over and they started to thrust towards each other, grabbing each other’s hands, while the other guided the now vibrating dildo in and out of their sopping pussies.

Jane leaned back on the deck of the boat.

“Fuck me Susan,” she screamed.

Susan jumped up and straddled Jane’s lower torso. She slammed the dildo into Jane’s pussy, inserting the other end into herself, then began fucking Jane.

Jane clawed at the boat deck, head rolling from side to side as waves of ectasy washed over her.

“This is so fucking good,” she moaned through clenched teeth.

“Go on, fuck me Susan,” Jane added, and Susan needed no encouragement.

“I’m going to cum Jane,” Susan moaned.

The girls made one final hard thrust towards each other, and grabbing hands and locking lips proceeded to push down on the dildo which was deeply buried in each other them.

Standing back, the men smiled in appreciation of the scene which had unfolded before them. The girls unfolded themselves, and walking to their respective partners suggested that it was time they anchored so the four of them could play.

But that is another story!

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