11 comments/ 27340 views/ 0 favorites A Piece of Paradise By: Rougeblue Eyes still closed, I pressed my lips against the back of his warm neck. He did not stir when I positioned my breasts and belly against his back and draped a long leg over his hip. I let my fingers wander under his t-shirt and gently trace his nipples as I tried to remember the details of the dream that had caused me to awake in such a state of excitement. A lingering memory of sweating bodies hard and soft floated through my mind as I ground my hips against him. As usual I was naked and he was infuriatingly clothed in cotton pajama bottoms and his frayed Greenpeace t-shirt. No matter, my hands expertly maneuvered the drawstring of his PJs and found what I was looking for. His cock, if not impressive in size, was reliably hard in the mornings. I worked my hand up and down the shaft of his penis and watched him for some sign of responsiveness. Finding none, I delicately nudged him from side to back and mounted him. My face in the crook of his neck, my full tits against his chest, I rubbed my wet pussy against his stiff cock. A soft moan escaped me as I increased the friction on my swollen clit. I felt him stir beneath me and reached down, easily sliding his cock into my pussy. Just as I began to ride him I felt his hands grab my hips, "Oh that's so good baby" I moaned but instead of driving deeper into me as I had expected, Josh threw me back onto the bed. "Shit, Alison! What are you doing? You're going to miss your flight!" Stunned, I watched as he hopped over me and fumbled on the floor to retrieve my clothes. "Get dressed," he said, tossing my clothes to me as he rushed through the apartment collecting my things. I drearily heaved myself from the bed and answered his rapid-fire inquiries, "Did you remember your sunscreen, you'll need at least an SPF 40? There's no DEET in that insect repellent is there? Did you pack the leatherback nesting literature?" The ride to the airport was an interminable checklist of points and strategies Josh said I must remember. You'd have thought it was him and not me that graduated magnum cum laude with a degree in environmental studies from the University of Vermont and spearheaded several successful wetland conservation and sustainable development projects. But Josh's love of the spotlight overshadowed these facts. It was only because there was on opportunity for The Center to testify at a public hearing on water resource management that I was traveling without him on this particular mission. With a perfunctory kiss on the cheek from Josh, I embarked on my long journey to Boca del Drago, Panama to save the nesting grounds of the leatherback turtles from the imminent construction of a massive housing development. That night, I settled into my eco-lodge on the shore of the Caribbean Sea to read the dossier The Center had compiled on Steve Harshaw the principle developer of the Boca del Drago "Sun Beach Estates". From the window in my room I could see a million stars and feel the warm breeze against my skin. The sound of laughter and Merengue music drifting into my room filled me with loneliness and I imagined myself venturing out into the starry evening to dance and laugh carefree. Instead, I put on my glasses and hunkered down with my reading, scolding myself for these thoughts. I'm here for a purpose I reminded myself, and besides, I don't even know how to dance. The next morning, after an al fresco breakfast of deliciously succulent mangoes and papaya, I boarded the dug-out canoe advertising itself as a water taxi and was ferried through the archipelago to the building site where I was told I would find Mr. Steve Harshaw. My adversary's bio had left me wondering what to expect. Steve Harshaw had certainly led an interesting life. He had abandoned a tenured professorship at UCLA teaching 'Economy in Developing Countries' to live and work in such places as Nicaragua, Honduras, Bhutan, and Maldives, to name a few. He considered the development he was doing in Boca del Drago vital to the economic survival of the indigenous people of the area and had the statistics to prove it. I came armed with my own statistics and felt that his concern was for his own economic welfare. As I was mentally fine-tuning my counter argument, we pulled up to the future home of "Sun Beach Estates". The driver of the water taxi pointed to a tall muscular man with deep tan and rugged work clothes. Thinking the driver was directing me to a laborer, I struggled in broken Spanish to make clear that I was looking for Steve Harshaw the developer. "Si Senorita, esta Senor Harshaw" the driver said, pointing again to the handsome man. My expectations challenged, I paid the driver and approached Mr. Harshaw who was at the center of a group of Indian workers speaking in a language I did not recognize as English or Spanish. One of the workers gestured towards me and said something to Mr. Harshaw who then turned to me with a disarming smile. "Oh, good morning you must be Miss Weiss, we've been expecting you. You don't speak Guari-Guari do you?" I shook my head. "He said that the pretty turtle lady has arrived and indeed he's right. Welcome! Let me show you around our little piece of paradise" "Mr. Harshaw, I came here to talk to you about the devastation your development will..." "Please call me Steve. And may I call you . . .?" "Alison. But Steve, I need you to...." "I am very much looking forward to our talk Alison but lets take a walk first" He held out a hand for me to pass but I hesitated "You're not anti-walking are you? I promise we'll tread lightly!" With this, we began our stroll along the most gorgeous piece of land I'd ever seen in my life. Surrounded by turquoise waters under clear blue sky, we passed lush vegetation, techno-color flowers, and fragrant fruits. Steve explained his plans for building elevated houses to avoid land clearing, the restriction of cars on the island, the carefully planned footpaths, and the use of solar panels. I had to admit, he had done his homework "But", I said, "there is still the issue of the Leatherback nesting...." Just as I was getting to my point the foreman rushed up with a supposed emergency. "I have to attend to this Alison but I do honestly want to hear your point of view. Meet me tonight at El Encanto," and with an earnest look and a squeeze of my arm he was gone. I made my way back to the hotel and, realizing I had the rest of the day free, pulled out my red bikini, the one Josh had always disapproved of, and set off for the beach. After a long walk and a relaxing swim, I lay down on the white sand and fell asleep. My dreams were muddled with memories of my thwarted lovemaking with Josh and with our abrupt farewells. The sun on my skin had the effect of soothing my senses and lulling me into a strange sense of other worldliness. I awoke with an insistent ache between my legs and turned my head furtively to see if I was alone. The closest people to me on the beach were two fishermen who seemed preoccupied with mending nets close to the shoreline. I pushed my mound into the sand and the throbbing became more acute. I felt heat rush to my pussy as I pressed myself harder and harder against the beach. My lips opened slightly and I rolled onto my back. One hand went instinctively to my mouth and I licked a finger softly and dipped it into my bikini. I connected at once with the clit that was already full and sensitive. I knew that I could bring myself to orgasm in seconds but I wanted to wait and savor the pleasure of the open air, the feeling of risk and the strange sense of exhilaration that came with being so close to others. Impulsively I loosened the strap on my bikini and pulled the top down to expose my breasts. I took my free hand and caught a nipple between two of my fingers, pinching and tugging until it was fully erect. My fingers gently stroked the inside of my labia, not daring to connect fully but enhancing my anticipation. My hands began to knead my tits more forcefully as I countered the gentleness of the pressure on my cunt with a sharper sensation. I was soaking wet and I moved my fingers into my hole and began fucking myself with slow, rhythmic movements. My breathing became more ragged as I gave myself fully over to the sensations. I imagined being fucked expertly on this beach. I thought of Josh, I thought of Steve, I pictured myself laid out and vulnerable in the midst of my climax. My fingers plunged deeper and deeper into my own pussy and I finally allowed the hand that had been on my chest to make contact with my clit so that I was taken over the edge. My hips lifted off the ground with the force of my coming and I cried out without thinking as wave after wave of orgasm shook through me. After several moments I pulled my hand out of my panties and lay exhausted, trying to catch my breath. I listened to the waves make contact with the shore and slowed down my breathing to match the tempo. I lay still for a while before the gradual realization hit me that I was being watched. The men in the ocean had abandoned their task and had crept silently closer to observe me. I turned to make eye contact, expecting to feel shame but the look on their faces gave me an odd comfort. They were both absolutely still and seemed almost afraid to break the spell of what they had witnessed. I sat up and retied the straps of my top without hurrying. I stood carefully and brushed the loose sand from my shoulders. I looked at my watch and realized I had left just enough time to get to El Encanto. While rushing to the meeting, I tied a sarong around my waist and tidied myself up as best as I could, hoping my flushed cheeks wouldn't give me away. Again, I found Steve at the center of a group of men, this time laughing loudly with shot glasses in their hands. The group fell silent as I approached and I felt their collective eyes all focused on my breasts. This time Steve was not so smooth but did manage to stammer, "Good evening Alison. I see the sun agrees with you...you look...lovely". He excused himself from his ogling group of friends and escorted me to a table in the corner of the bar. "Let me order you a drink and then you have my full attention." "Um, I guess I'll have a glass of white wine." "Not that kind of place" Steve said chuckling as he went off to get our drinks. He returned with a bottle of Tequila, two shot glasses and a lime. He proposed a toast, "To paradise and the people who live in it" "To the fragile eco-system that makes it paradise" I countered and downed my shot. The tequila was strong and I groped for the lime. Biting into the fruit for relief, its juice trickled down my chin. Steve reached out to wipe the juice from my face; his fingers brushed my lips and our eyes met. He quickly withdrew his hand and said, "OK so tell me about these turtles." I talked and he poured. After several well made points and an equal number of shots he said, "Alison you are as clever as you are beautiful but what you're asking me to do completely alters my plans, reduces the residential sites by hundreds of hectares and will cost me a mint." I flashed him a drunken smile and replied, "Yeah, so?" "So dance with me. I think better when I dance" "No sorry, I don't dance." I mumbled "Nonsense. Everyone can dance the Tamborito." The drums commenced immediately, almost as if he had paid them to begin with a nod of his head. He extended a hand to me and I took it, stumbling as I got to my feet. The women all formed a circle and began to clap their hands, swaying their hips in the direction of boyfriends, partners and loved ones. The music was seductive and I found myself laughing at the way the stamping of the dance seemed to echo the melody. Steve watched my happiness and he seemed infected by the spirit of what he saw. He cupped an arm protectively across my shoulders as a young boy barely a teenager, lurched a little too close. "I can take care of myself." "I'm sure you can." He replied. He took the glass out of my hand and led me across the dance floor, down some steps and out onto the sand, snagging the bottle to Tequila on the way. As I struggled to keep up with him I desperately tried to remember the talking points that had been outlined in the dossier. "The nesting area of the leatherback turtle has already been reduced by an area of twenty-seven percent." I slurred as we negotiated the dunes. He turned and smiled but said nothing until we were several feet from the water. At this point he took off his jacket and laid it down, extending an arm out with the expectation that I should sit. For some reason the gesture infuriated me. "No, no. I won't sit. Do you know what? I think you're trying to throw me off. I think you know what you're doing is wrong and now you're trying to, to, I don't know, to charm me out of my argument." Steve smiled and sat down on the beach, leaving me isolated and indignant. "You're absolutely right." I took this as an olive branch and sank down next to him. "It won't work you know." He ignored me and poured two more shots, handing one to me and pausing before drinking. "Alison, I am a businessman. I am more thoughtful than most but I am still a businessman. My company brings work to many people and is a great support to the local economy." I played for time by finishing my Tequila and reclining on the sand. "But that's what people like you always say. There's always a reason to build, always a reason to develop but suddenly we've lost whole species of animals and plants. When does that cost become too expensive?" I turned and waited for him to respond. He leaned back on his elbows so that his face was only inches from my own. "You make a compelling case pretty Turtle Lady". "Stop teasing me." "No." he whispered as he leaned across and stared into my eyes intently. My heart raced as his face drew closer to mine. I imagined the taste of his full sensuous lips and the feel of his muscled body against mine. I was intrigued by Steve Harshaw and was enjoying our exchange but I knew that his appeasement was a ploy and I wanted to resist. I pulled back and sat up straight, breaking the spell of the moment. "I think its time I get back to my hotel" I said struggling to my feet, futilely adjusting my sarong to cover myself. "Alright, Alison. I'll walk you there." He said, his tone suddenly business like. We walked in silence through the humid night air. I found myself questioning my resolve as I stole glimpses of Steve, who kept his eyes straight ahead and maintained a brisk stride. What would it be like to be with such a man; a man with the confidence to take what he wants and enjoys every minute of it? It felt good to dance and flirt tonight. Am I too focused, too uptight? I knew I hadn't felt as happy and free as I did that night in years. As I pondered these questions, we approached the eco-lodge. At the door to my room Steve held out his hand for me to shake. His manner had become formal and I felt my heart sink with the thought that our evening would end like this. Steve gave me a polite smile before turning to head down the darkened pathway. Just as he was about to disappear into the night I heard myself call out, "Wait! I want..." He returned to me and with a half smile, cradled my face in his hands. "You don't know what you want do you, Alison" I felt my clit throb and my cunt flood, as I answered truthfully, my voice hoarse with passion, "I want you". Our lips met in wet hungry kisses as Steve pushed me roughly against the door of my room, his body flush against mine. He passionately bit my lip as he hoisted me up with his strong hands and I instinctively wrapped my legs tight around his waist. We frantically kissed and pawed each other, my now damp crotch moving against the hard cock under his jeans. He pulled my tit out of my bikini and roughly kneaded it before circling my erect nipple with his tongue. I arched my back and pushed myself deeper into him. I wanted to fill his mouth; I wanted him to choke on my breasts, on my skin. He opened wider and began to bite down forcefully, ripping my bikini completely away from my body so as to take in more of me. With my tit still in his mouth and his hands savagely groping my ass, he began to thrust against me. My body responded with equal intensity despite the abuse my head and back endured slamming against the door of my room. His erection was huge and straining against the fabric of his pants and I began to grind intently along its length. He tried to negotiate one hand under my sarong and into my pussy but the fabric was wound tightly and chaotically across my body denying him access. He growled in frustration and fell to his knees, still holding me aloft. In one swift movement I found myself beneath him on the floor. He took a moment's pause and kneeled back on his heels to survey my body before dramatically tearing at the opening of my wrap. Once he had me fully unclothed he buried his face in my soaked pussy like a starving man. As soon as his tongue made contact with my swollen clit, I cried out, overwhelmed by sensation. I mashed my cunt in his face, which he greedily sucked and licked. My surroundings blurred as I lost myself in arousal, surrendering to the feelings of the warm breeze against my nakedness, the grip of his hands on my ass, and the insistent probing of his tongue against my nerve endings. I felt my belly tighten and my clit hum, words were replaced by a guttural animal sound and I grabbed fistfuls of his hair to brace myself for my climax. He sensed what was coming and maintained a steady rhythm of pressure until my whole body shuddered and jerked. The lower half of me lifted off the floorboards and I screamed out his name. His face, flushed and wet with my juices, appeared immediately, inches from my own. "Yes?" I could barely speak; my breath was labored and shallow. How could I communicate to him what I needed, what I was craving? I reached out and grabbed his cock roughly with my hand. "I need you, I want to . . ." He didn't move but remained frozen above me. "What do you want Alison?" I tried to contort my body so that I might have what I knew I required. Steve pulled my face back to meet his gaze. "Tell me. Tell me what you want." "I want you, in my mouth. I want to swallow you I want to feel you in my throat . . ." I felt almost tearful with my overwhelming desire. This seemed to satisfy him and he rolled over on one side and guided my lips towards his bursting erection. I had never been comfortable with Josh; my tongue had been tentative and afraid. Tonight I wanted nothing more than to swallow Steve, to milk his cock dry of every drop. Without hesitation I filled my mouth with his delicious prick and let my tongue spiral around its circumference. My head bobbed frantically as I worked my mouth up and down the length of his shaft. He moaned deeply, as he forcefully pried my legs apart and began again to feverishly lap at my cunt. I felt his tongue move down from my clit and insert itself deep into my hole. I responded by gagging myself with his cock until my face was flush against his body, his prick deep down my throat. In perfect tandem, we pleasured each other without inhibition. Not wanting this to end to soon, I withdrew his cock from my mouth and used my hands to massage his slick rod while I took his balls in my mouth. Craving every part of this man, my tongue explored further still and the musky taste I found when my tongue probed his puckered hole delighted my senses. Steve groaned in appreciation and responded by sliding a finger into my virgin asshole as he continued to tongue fuck me. My body quickly accommodated this intrusion and I bore down on his hand bringing the waves of another climax crashing over me. This seemed to delight him, I could feel his happiness against me as I clung to him and rode out the tremors coursing across the surface of my skin. After only moments I returned to my task and focused my attention on the tip of his shaft. I sucked at the head while moving both hands to the base of his cock to massage him. Using the ends of my fingernails I teased at his balls until I could feel them tense up in anticipation of orgasm. Steve began to pull away in a vain attempt to postpone the inevitable but I needed to feel him lose control. I doubled my efforts and was immediately rewarded with the sensation of his release. There was almost a heartbeat, a pause before I felt myself fill with his hot cum. I kept my lips wrapped around him as he shot wave after wave into my mouth; his hands on the back of my head stayed tangled in the tresses of my hair. A Piece of Paradise Author's Note: Positive feedback from readers for my last submission in this category tempted me to try my hand at another one. This story however has a different feel. It is edgier - more erotic journey than romantic interlude. Enjoy. A Piece of Paradise He stopped and looked at me expectantly. "Do you know why you can't have my pussy?" I teased him as I stroked his trembling flanks, "Because I want to play with you. I want to watch you spurt like all the times you spurted standing in the shadows watching me." "Do you want me to play with you, baby?" I asked him. I already knew the answer to that question. His hips were twitching and jerking, his cock now desperate for some contact to relieve the pent up tension of his arousal. I fished out a small bottle of almond oil from the bedside drawer and moved to kneel beside his body. I tipped a small pool of oil into the hollow of my palm and began to slowly lather my hands with it, warming the oil on my flesh. I was not doing any of this quickly enough for him. His eyes were now glittering, half crazed with need and he was moaning in a fever of anticipation. After my palms were evenly coated with the sweet scented oil, I slowly reached for his body. Desperate now for the relief of my fingers on his engorged flesh and terrified that I would tease him some more, he was holding completely still, his breath trapped in his lungs. My hand was almost at his cock when it shifted slightly and dipped lower to gently cup the silken skin of his balls, rolling them. That last act of betrayal tore a strangled cry from his lips and his body, now taut as a bowstring and no longer able to stay still, arched upwards, thrusting his cock into the air. At the peak of that arch, I gently gripped his cock with my free hand and eased his body down. Then I began to stroke him. His cock, starved of stimulation, bucked like a straining horse. It was not long before he was poised on the edge of a cum, his hips twitching wildly, his balls tightening and his lungs working like a bellows. I released him abruptly, ignoring his thrashing body and his strangled, incoherent pleas. I lifted his head gently and slid a thick, fluffy pillow under it. "I want you to be able to watch when I play with you," I explained sweetly, as I curled up against his trembling body and rested my head on his shoulder. I reached for his cock again and held it loosely. He froze for a moment, expecting me to stroke him towards the cum that he needed then more desperately than anything else in the world. When my hand continued to remain still, merely holding him, he groaned in despair and began to surge upwards, fucking my fist. It offered him some relief, but my fingers were wrapped too loosely around his shaft and slid too smoothly against his flesh to afford him the final release that he so desperately craved. As I rested my cheek against his shoulder, watching languidly as his cock pistoned in and out of my fist, I suddenly noticed that my bedroom window was open and so was his. I caught myself wondering if Mrs. Stevens ever went into Andrew's room when he wasn't at home. I felt a strange mixture of anxiety and arousal at the possibility that she may at any moment appear at Andrew's bedroom window and see us – naked on my bed; his body, bound and helpless, cradled in my arms as his young hungry cock fucked my fist. My grip on his cock involuntarily tightened at the thought and he groaned at the added sensation. His eyes were now glazed, unseeing, his whole world drawn into the smooth slick rhythm of his cock against my palm. I finally admitted to myself, with a touch of regret, that he couldn't last the exquisite friction much longer. I shifted my body then, my face near his hips and my pussy once again poised above his face. I wanted him to drown in the vision of my engorged cunt as I finally tore his orgasm from him. I placed my palm against his hip bone and flattened him down on the sheet as my hand that gripped his cock quickened its pace. When the first jets of cum began to spurt from his cock hole, I lowered my pussy onto his lips. As he moaned into my cunt, his mouth filled up with my pussy flesh, his lips and his tongue shuddering helplessly, twisting and writhing in my slick folds. He came for an impossibly long time, gobs of sperm splashing onto his thighs, the bed, even the floor. As his body jerked with the aftershocks, I gently pulled down his foreskin and suckled the pink glistening head of his cock, drawing into my mouth the last traces of his release. After he grew soft in my hands, I released him. His face was still buried in my cunt and I marveled that he had even been able to breathe. I lifted myself off and moved around to lie beside him. His face and his throat were wet and glistening with my juices. As I reached up to untie his hands, his wet nose scrunched up and he sneezed. He looked heartbreakingly cute then, like a lost little child and I giggled as I felt a wave of affection for this boy rush over me. He giggled too as he sniffed and scratched his itching nose with his newly freed hand. I took his face gently in my hands and slowly lapped up the evidence of my arousal, tasting once again the salty sweet flavor of my excitement. As I softly sucked on his swollen lips, I felt his cock harden again, twitching against my thigh. It seemed to have a life of its own. For a moment, I considered rolling onto his body and sliding his hardening flesh into my cunt, yielding to him finally what I had denied him for so long. But it was only a fleeting impulse. I knew that I needed some time alone to fully absorb what had just happened. I brushed his hair back with my fingers and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his sweat stained forehead. "Go home now, sweetheart," I whispered, "Your mom will be worried." There was a brief flicker of disappointment in the soft, brown pools of his eyes – disappointment that something so beautiful could actually end. But there was also a child like wonder at what had happened between us and a fierce hunger that I could almost taste. He quietly got up and began to dress. I watched unblinking, as his naked body slowly disappeared into his clothes. What a waste, I thought wistfully, his is the sort of body that ought to be naked, always within easy reach of eager fingers or hungry lips. As he turned to go, his gaze drifted almost against his will to the junction of my thighs. I smiled at him and spread my thighs apart exposing myself to those eyes so full of longing. His face jerked upwards to look at mine and then his eyelids fluttered closed as if his inflamed mind could no longer endure the vision of my wet steaming cunt. He spun on his heels and left without another word. I had no doubt that this was one young man who was going to come back for more. As I watched him leave, I wondered, with an odd sense of detachment, whether Mrs. Stevens would suspect anything. I had borrowed her son as a handyman and returned him, reeking of sex. But, somehow, I couldn't bring myself to worry or feel guilty or be ashamed. It was as if all the nerve endings in my brain were so engorged with pleasure that every other emotion was blotted out. I heard, almost as if from another world, the front door click shut behind my lover's back. As I lay there quietly, listening to the silence reclaim my house from the sounds of passion and longing that had erupted from our hungry lips, I knew that my life would never be the same again. I was weeping within me at what I had missed for so many years, what Andrew had gifted me so generously – the feel of his naked body in my arms, the taste of his flesh, the texture of his skin, the sweat soaked, cum drenched scent of his arousal. I knew that I couldn't deny my body any longer. The morning had been a revelation. I had discovered things about myself that I had never suspected. I had discovered the unutterable delight of being in control of my partner's pleasure, of knowing that every moan, every tremor, every whimper was a tribute that I wrenched from his desperate body. But while I teased and tormented Andrew's naked heaving frame, there was also a part of me that wanted to be him. I realized with a lurch in my stomach that I wanted to be controlled as I was controlling him. I was unbearably aroused at the thought of yielding my will to a lover, surrendering my body to his whims – to be fucked, to be taken, to be used. Just the thought made my pussy leak. I wondered what other secrets, what other exquisite unnamable hungers my body and my mind would yield on a little probing. I knew I had to find out. For that, I also knew that I had to break free from the gilded cage that I had built myself. The next day I applied, in response to an ad placed by a major airline, for a position as a stewardess. That was the beginning of a long journey, in more ways than one. I quickly learnt on the job. I enjoyed the challenge of acquiring new skills after years of living for others – as a wife and as a mother. I discovered that I had a talent for hospitality and people management and to my gratification, these skills were quickly noticed. ... Then, there were the other things I learnt. I learnt to relish the softness of a woman's body against my own, the taste of her sex, the unhurried gentleness of the lovemaking. I learnt that when it came to sex, there is nothing like too many pairs of hands or lips or tongues, that there was nothing unusual in wanting all my yearning, hungry holes filled at the same time - with fingers, dildos or eager, throbbing cocks. I learnt that depriving one sense – taste, touch, sight or movement – heightened others and that the best sex is often when you didn't get what you wanted ... or thought you wanted. My journey of sexual discovery revealed breathtaking vistas at every turn, full of passion and beauty that seemed inexhaustible. There was only one moment, when I turned 40, that I felt a fleeting pang of doubt. I wondered whether I would still be found attractive, whether my hunger would continue to be matched by opportunity. The moment quickly passed. I knew that I was desirable, confident, sure of what I wanted. I also discovered that for most young men, an attractive, confident mature woman was an irresistible wet dream. It certainly had been for the young man I had brought back to the cottage yesterday evening. A Piece of Paradise Then I began to nibble my way down his body. My lips nipped at his chin and the skin of his throat before my tongue swirled softly in the hollow of his collarbone, savoring the hint of salt on his flesh. My palms were running over him restlessly, almost as if I were trying to memorize the curves and angles of his body. I dipped my head lower and captured his right nipple in my lips sucking it softly, making it pucker and harden. As I heard him groan from the silky sensation of my tongue on the crinkled tip, I bit down, once. His body jerked under my sudden assault. My lips drifted to his other nipple, drawing it in, licking it wet. My hands gently caressed his body, which was tense and knotted in anticipation of my next bite, which never came. As I continued to wash his nipple with soft, feline sweeps of my tongue, he reached downwards and I felt him heft the weight of my breasts in his palms, gently kneading them. His hands on my breasts were a welcome relief and I stayed absolutely still, savoring for a few moments his gentle ministrations. As my lips drifted lower, I could sense the urgency in his body. By the time I reached his navel and my tongue swirled in its hollow, his hips were surging of their own accord, fucking the tip of his erect cock into the hollow of my throat, staining my skin with a silvery trail of pre cum. I gripped his cock in my fist, stilling him, my fingers barely closing around its girth. I gazed hungrily at his beautiful swollen flesh for a long moment before enveloping his purple knob in the wet heat of my mouth. As I worked my tongue softly around the head, he moaned like he was in pain and I felt his thighs tremble beneath my palms. When my mouth released him and I stood up, he groaned in frustration. "Lets make you more comfortable," I whispered, pulling him towards the bed. When I had laid him out flat on his back, his cock erect and quivering, I crawled between his thighs and once again engulfed his throbbing flesh in my mouth. I worked on him with long even strokes of my lips, plunging him balls deep into my throat and then drawing him out, wet and glistening. When I felt him go rigid on the verge of a cum, I released him and shifted my attention to his balls. I ran the flat of my tongue over the velvety skin, laving him. When he was dripping wet, I drew his balls, one by one, into my mouth, sucking them softly before taking them between my teeth, gentle as a tigress picking up her cub. I switched again and again between his yearning cock and his balls, now tight with desire, coaxing him to the edge of release and then easing him back. His body was now trembling steadily, unable to cope with the river of sensation flowing through his loins. I dragged the length of my body along his until my lips were level with his ears. "Have you ever come in a woman's mouth?" I whispered. "No..." His voice was hoarse as though he had been screaming for hours. "Pity. If I didn't want to fuck you so badly, I would have let you come in mine." His body jerked, his mind now filled with images of his cock twitching in my mouth, his cum gushing down my throat. I wondered idly as to the sort of sex he must have had up to that moment. Probably the kind that most young men of his age had, I surmised – some clumsy groping in the dark of a theatre, a hasty fumble in the rear seat of a car or frenzied copulation on sweat stained sheets in dingy rooms. This was going to be different. Not fast food eaten on the run, but a gourmet meal savored slowly. I gazed into his eyes, now glazed over with lust. "Would you like to taste me, baby?" I asked. "Oh, God, Yes...please." "Would you like me to suck your cock while you eat my pussy?" I asked him, knowing what the answer would be, but wanting to hear the words and the desperate hunger in his voice. "Yes ... Oh. God, Yes." I shifted my body until my knees were on both sides of his head and brought my pussy down towards his face. He eagerly reached upward, gripped my hips in his hands and pulled my cunt into the waiting warmth of his mouth. I sighed softly as his tongue slid through my slick folds to probe at the opening of my hot yearning hole. As his tongue thrust upward, fucking me, I reached for his cock and pulled it back into my waiting mouth. We maintained the rhythm for some time, his cock fucking my mouth and his tongue fucking my cunt until our movements, made clumsy by pleasure, began to become jerky and ragged. As my own pleasure began to mount, my free hand began to work spasmodically on his balls, squeezing them, kneading them before drifting lower to brush across the puckered opening of his anus. His reaction was explosive. His hips jerked upwards, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth and he moaned into my wet cunt. I found his response to my questing finger incredibly arousing. My ass is extremely sensitive to any attention – from an inquisitive finger, a wet tongue or a hard throbbing cock. I love those times when I have a lover who shares my weakness. I hadn't come yet, but this was something I wanted to pursue. There is nothing I enjoy more than stretching the sexual boundaries of my young lovers, introducing them to new sensations, uncovering hidden kinks and awakening dormant hungers. But I knew that I would have to take this gently. I would have to drown his hesitation in a slowly spiraling whirlpool of pleasure, gradually peel away every layer of shame and fear and misgiving until he was a whimpering mass of flesh in my arms, eager and hungry and pliant. Then I would make him mine. I gently lifted my pussy free of his lips and crawled down his body. I crouched between his legs, lifted his thighs and pushed them back and out, opening him up fully. I ignored his hard throbbing cock which was begging for attention, dipped my head lower and began to make slow lingering love to the soft brown hole of his anus. As my tongue slid, soft and wet, over the folds radiating outwards from his puckered hole, he moaned. His fingers had turned into claws, helplessly clutching sweat soaked fistfuls of the counterpane. I continued to work on him, tasting him, teasing him, taunting him until he was so wet that my tongue almost skated over the slick surface of his sensitive skin. I decided to get him even wetter. I squeezed a blob of lubricant gel onto my fingertip and began to work it into his anus. His body was no longer able to remain still. It was jerking like a marionette, his movements serving to ease, in some small measure, the erotic tension coursing through his limbs. I reached forward, placed my palm beneath his head and lifted, forcing his eyes to meet mine as the tip of my finger delicately probed the entrance to his butt hole. "Do you want me to fuck your sweet tight ass, baby?" I asked him gently, the tightness in my voice betraying my own desire. He didn't answer, shame raging with desire in his eyes. I decided to make up his mind for him. I thrust my finger smoothly into his anus, burying it to the root. The muscles of his ass clamped around my finger, hot and pulsing. "You know you want it. Tell me you want it." As my finger twisted in his guts, the fleshy pad of my forefinger caressing the pea shaped lump on his inner wall, he finally lost all semblance of control. "Oh, God, yes ... fuck me ... please," he begged. Then I began to fuck him, my finger sliding slowly all the way out of his anus and then driving back in spreading open the tight tissues of his ass. I watched him while I fucked him, watched the shadows of hunger and helpless desire which had now taken possession of his soul flit across his face. "Has anyone ever done this to you before?" I asked him, coyly. "No," he groaned. "Are you glad that I am doing it?" "Yessss," he hissed, his eyes almost incredulous as if wondering why I needed him to answer that question when his body was doing it for him. But then, how was my young lover to know how much I wanted him to say the words, how much it turned me on to hear him beg? As my finger slid smoothly in and out of his ass, I clutched his cock in my free hand, not stroking him lest the friction should tip him over the edge. Pre cum was now bubbling out of his cock hole and I periodically dipped my head to sip the silvery droplets as they formed. The sight of my finger fucking his ass, pulling out and pushing in the fleshy ring by turns, was heady. For a fleeting moment, I caught myself wishing I had a thick fleshy cock to plunder that sweet flesh with. My cunt was on fire and unbearably empty, a void that now desperately needed filling, to be stuffed to the brim with hard throbbing flesh. As I withdrew my finger from his anus, his body lurched towards it blindly, begging it back in. I stroked his cheek languidly with the finger that had given him so much pleasure and he looked at me with an expression in his eyes that was a heartbreaking mixture of shyness and gratitude. That expression alone was worth my entire trip to this magical island. And I knew that I could no longer wait to claim him. "Time to finish you," I said, my voice now husky with a hunger that I could no longer disguise, "I want to fuck you now." His eyes were full of longing as I got on my knees, gripped his cock and placed the tip at the entrance to my hot yearning hole. "Look at me," I said, as I slid all the way down his hard shaft, soaking him in the hot juices of my cunt. He held my gaze, his eyes widening, as his cock parted the tissues of my cunt, then rolled his head back as my pussy lips finally kissed his groin wetly. I placed a fingertip on his chin and tipped his face back towards me. "Look at me when I fuck you," I repeated, as I began to rise and fall on his cock, "I want to watch as the pleasure takes you." I had held him – his mind, his body, his pleasure – for so long in a firm grip and now that the grip had finally eased, I knew he could not last. I wanted to savor every moment. I love to watch and feel a man cum. That moment before he explodes is unbearably erotic – his eyes glazed and unseeing; his wrists lax; his balls tight; his body rigid, desperate for release. And then that frozen moment melts into that final explosion when he is helpless and vulnerable, his cock twitching and jerking like a runaway hose, shooting jets of cum to splash against the walls of my engorged cunt. At that moment, I truly love him for however brief an interval – for his act of surrender, for the pleasure that he gives me and the pleasure that he allows me to give him. When he finally came, his hips arched off the sheets, lifting me with him, his fingers scrabbling blindly - on my arms, my thighs, my hips. His explosive orgasm triggered my own gentler one, as his cock drenched the walls of my cunt with cum. He was in exquisite agony; pleasure and pain now indistinguishable, my spasming pussy milking his exploding cock of its last drops of cum. My body was trembling like a mound of jelly and I fell on him, breathing in ragged gasps. There are times when I like to be alone after sex and can't wait to see my lover on his way. This was not one of those times. I ran my fingers tenderly over his heaving body as we lay locked together in the aftermath of our orgasms. This one would certainly keep till breakfast, I decided, smiling to myself, as my breath steadied and my body relaxed. As I drifted off into sleep, I dreamt of croissants and oven rolls, butter and marmalade. Maybe I would slather his trembling cock with honey in the morning and suck him off. No man should die without having come in a woman's mouth. A Piece of Paradise I quickly got accustomed to the sensation of his oil slick finger sliding in and out of my ass and he added a second. As he fucked me, his fingers writhing and twisting in my depths, stretching open my tight passage, my pussy was bubbling, soaking the towel beneath my hips with my juices. We will have to wring out that towel into a bucket, I caught myself thinking, as I shuddered in the throes of that divine reaming. My moans became louder and my movements more ragged as my body hurtled with gathering speed towards a massive orgasm. Just as I teetered on the edge, my mind blank, blotting out everything except my impending release, I felt his fingers withdraw from my anus, leaving me achingly empty. I groaned as if he had cut away a part of me. He ignored my soft whimpered entreaties as he rolled me onto my back. He smoothed my hair back from my damp forehead, gazed into my yearning, questioning eyes and said softly, "I could lose my job if somebody found out about this." No, this can't be happening, I thought, he can't leave me like this. Not now. I struggled to keep the panic out of my voice as I tried to reassure him. "Nobody needs to know. It's just you and me," I whispered urgently, clutching his hand between mine, "and I am not talking." He didn't say anything. "So..." I finished lamely, in a small voice that was barely audible, "you can have me ... if you want me." I was scared witless that he would get up and leave. This was new for me – this fear of rejection that clutched at my throat and strangled my voice. I am turning into a simpering schoolgirl in my dotage, I thought angrily, as I struggled to regain my composure. He leaned down towards me and I thought for a mind numbing moment that he hadn't heard what I had said and that I was going to suffer the humiliation of having to repeat myself. But he dipped lower, nuzzled my ear and whispered, "I want." My pussy spasmed in relief at those simple words, at that unambiguous declaration of desire and at the certainty of an imminent fuck. But it quickly became obvious that it was nowhere near as imminent as I thought. "Let me do the rest of you," he said, smiling now, happily. I groaned inwardly that he was not planning to speed up the program. As far as he was concerned, I had been promised a massage and I was going to get it. He held my face between his hands and kissed me softly before his hands drifted lower. His fingers danced over the skin of my breasts in ever tightening circles until finally they feathered my aching nipples with a touch as light as air. I moaned, hungry for more contact. He seemed to know instinctively when to heighten the sensation. When I could no longer bear the fleeting contact of his nimble fingertips, he gripped my nipples between a thumb and forefinger and rolled them and then squeezed them and then pulled them until the weight of my breasts was suspended from my nipples. They were so full and so hard that I thought they would burst. He released my nipples, letting them snap back, making my breasts quiver and shake. He then began to toy with my breasts, his oil slick palms stroking, caressing, squeezing, the engorged flesh. This was beyond human endurance and my hips were now jerking off the sheets as if they had a life of their own, fucking the air. "My God ... you are so hungry," he marveled. ... I was hungry. Despite my pussy having been impaled last night on a lover's hard, throbbing cock, despite holding his trembling, jerking flesh in my mouth this morning as he emptied his balls into my throat, I was hungry – hungry for this man who was working my body so expertly. He reached out and softly cupped my cunt with his right hand, in a gesture that was almost proprietary. My hips rose off the sheets, offering my pussy to him. "Take me ... please," I pleaded. He smiled softly, pleased at my unashamed desire, and shifted to kneel between my parted thighs. I was twisting and jerking now, unable to contain my eagerness. He placed his palms on my hips and gently flattened me down. He was making small soothing noises, calming my overheated flesh. "Be still, my pet," he cooed. When I regained some semblance of control over my limbs, he reached for my cunt and began to play with it. He peeled open the engorged petals of my pussy and began to gently massage them between his oil slick fingers. He then strayed higher and began to softly stroke around and above my clit, almost as if he were scratching an itch. But he carefully avoided any direct contract with the sensitive little nub, now hard and exposed. What did he want to do, I wondered, ... kill me? His fingers wandered off before the incessant throbbing in my clit could turn into an explosion. The fingers of his left hand were splaying open my inner folds while the forefinger of his right hand teased the opening of my cunt, circling along the rim before finally plunging into the wet, slimy depth. He watched my face as he finger fucked me, adding a second finger and a third as my eyes glazed over with lust. As I lay back, my over stimulated mind wallowing in the sublime sensation of being so thoroughly fucked, his fingers now sliding smoothly in and out of my cunt with an obscene squelching noise, I felt the fingers of his left hand gently grip the fleshy hood of my clit and begin to slowly ease it back and forth. My body began to surge towards an orgasm that I knew would be enormous and I was now desperate to get there. That is when I felt his fingers withdraw from my cunt. "No ... oooo!" I screamed, terrified that I was going to be once again denied my promised release. Before my scream could die out, however, I felt two fingers thrust deep into my ass and a thumb replace the fingers in my cunt. They began to rub together through the thin membrane that separates my ass from my cunt. His voice penetrated the thick fog of pleasure that had now unhinged my mind. It seemed to come from far, far away. "Cum for me, baby." It was as if I was waiting for those words. I doubled up as my orgasm hit and I vaguely sensed him hold down my thrashing limbs so I wouldn't hurt myself. When I opened my eyes, my body was still jerking with the aftershocks of my cum. He was looking at me with an expression of awe in his eyes, his thumb and fingers still buried in my orifices. I blushed as I felt his eyes upon me. As he slowly withdrew leaving my holes empty and aching, I whispered, "I want you naked ... please." Our eyes were glued to each other's bodies as he undressed. My eyes drank in his hard muscled body as it emerged from his shirt and slacks. His cock was already erect, hard and throbbing. There was a new hunger in his eyes as he looked at me. My body was trembling, eager now for the final denouement. I felt like a Mayan sacrifice, spread out naked and quivering on a slab of stone, cool to the touch. Only I wasn't going to be killed. I was going to be fucked. And I couldn't wait. As he stepped towards me, I reached forward and circled his swollen flesh with my fingers and pleaded, "Come to me, baby. Come to mommy." I knew I had hit a nerve when I heard his sharp intake of breath and felt him tremble in my hand. I suddenly wanted to get under his skin, to erode at least some of the iron control that he had shown while he ravished my body. "Isn't that what you want, baby?" I teased, "to fuck me? Come here, sweetheart. Fuck mommy." He groaned at my words and then clutched a fistful of my hair and trapped my lips in a kiss so fierce and demanding that it seemed as though he was trying to taste my soul. As he released my lips, bruised and swollen, I whispered softly in his ear, "Use me ... like you own me." He growled, from deep inside his being. He had not relinquished the grip on my hair. He pressed his cock against my lips and thrust into my mouth, using his grip on my hair as leverage and driving deep, the head of his cock parting the tissues of my throat. "I will use you like a whore," he hissed, "I will first use your soft wet mouth. Then I will soak myself in your cunt. And then I will flip you over and fuck your sweet tight ass. Would you like that, my little slut?" Would I like it? I would love it! I moaned my answer around the throbbing flesh in my mouth. He released the grip on my hair as I began to bob up and down, lathering his length with my spit. My tongue flickered restlessly around his girth, trying to taste every inch of his musky maleness. I quickly established a rhythm that would heighten his arousal – drawing him all the way out until I held the head softly nestled between my lips and then thrusting him all the way in. I knew that I was getting carried away and that if I kept this up, he would soon shoot his cum down my throat. But I decided to go with the flow. He stopped me, gently easing himself out of my protesting lips. He raised my hips with a pillow and then knelt again between my parted legs. He gazed for a long moment at my swollen pussy before placing the tip of his cock against my quivering hole and then burying himself to the hilt with one deep long thrust. I moaned as his throbbing flesh finally split mine open. He fucked in and out slowly, as though he were learning the landscape of my cunt. After a while, my eagerness and my impatience began to overpower me. I needed more and I needed it now. As he withdrew all the way out of my sopping cunt, I thrust my hips upward impaling myself on his cock. My hips then began to move as I fucked myself, quicker and quicker, in step with the rhythm of my spiraling hunger. After what seemed altogether too short a while, he held me still. "Stop, sweetheart," he groaned, in a voice that was spinning out of control, "You will make me cum." How could I stay still, I wondered, when my body was jerking in a paroxysm of need, when every cell in my body wanted only to explode? But I struggled, with every ounce of my will, to tame a little the raging hunger in my body. His hands were bunched into fists, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck stretched taut as he fought to reassert control over his weakening flesh. When he opened his eyes to gaze down on my twitching body, he was calmer. "You are such a glorious fuck," he breathed. My pussy melted at the hunger and the tenderness in his voice. As he withdrew, wet and glistening, from my cunt, I rose up on my knees to embrace him gently, drawing his lips to mine. Our kiss was soft, full of promise; the knowledge of what was yet to come heightening our desire. His cock was trapped between our bodies, pulsing rhythmically with its own need. I reached down between us to cup his balls and whispered softly into his ear, "Empty that into me." "God ... Yes." His body trembled. I felt his hands on my hips, gently guiding my body. I knew what he wanted. I knew what WE wanted. I turned around and got on all fours, my cheeks resting on the sheets, my ass open and exposed, ripe for the taking. He moaned as he drank in the sight of my soft pink hole waiting to be ravished by his swollen flesh. I never feel more open and defenseless than when I have my ass in the air waiting for my lover to take me. And there is no moment more sublime that when his thick cock eases past the tight ring of my anus, claiming me. My ass was surging now of its own accord, seeking the relief of his throbbing flesh. He laughed softly at my obvious eagerness. He teased me for a while before finally pressing the fleshy crown of his cock against my anal hole. He pushed forward gently, stretching my sphincter until it gave and allowed him entry. He gave me a few moments to adjust to his flesh in my anus, his hands gently stroking my back the while. He then thrust forward, burying himself in my ass, balls deep. "Fuck me," I breathed, "Fuck me, baby." And he did; with long, steady strokes that lay me wide open. When I began to thrust back, fucking myself on his cock, he reached below my body, gripped my clit between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. I exploded. The muscles in my ass milked him as they contracted in the throes of my orgasm. I felt him spurt, scalding my inner walls with wave after wave of cum. We lay joined together, the sounds of our breathing mingling in the air as we struggled to regain control of our bodies. After a while, I felt his softening cock withdraw from my now gaping hole. "Stay where you are," he said, as he strode off in the direction of the bathroom. He returned with wet towels, warm to the touch. He first wiped away his cum dripping from my anus and then began to gently mop up the lingering oil from my limbs with the wet towel. I shivered at the raw intimacy of that sweet gesture. I was fighting back the tears that threatened to form in my eyes. No lover had ever treated me such tenderness and consideration as I lay spent from a heart stopping fuck. After he was done, he gathered me softly into his arms, gently stroking my hair and my back. He suddenly stirred, as though remembering something he had forgotten. He lifted my chin in his hand and whispered, "I don't know your name. Tell me your name." "Peggy," I replied, blushing at the thought that all my holes had just been ravaged by a complete stranger whose name I did not know and who until moments ago had not known mine. "Peggy," he said, rolling my name on his tongue, "would you like to do this again?" "I would love to," I replied. "Like right now?" he teased, his two fingers thrusting deep into my aching cunt. I moaned into his mouth as my hips began to jog, fucking myself on his fingers. It was going to be a long night. A Piece of Paradise I waited several moments before drawing myself up his chest until we were eye to eye. I gently stroked his forehead before taking my hand down to his chin where I tugged at his chin until his mouth opened. With a smile I bent slowly down to meet him. As his lips parted I pressed into him and our tongues met, lubricated by the cum he had left behind. He seemed taken by surprise but kissed me back, slowly and deeply. Just then we both became aware of voices making their way towards us across the beach. It seemed irrelevant and belonging to another world. The words became distinguishable and shapes appeared in the dusk. We continued in our kisses, myself naked and grinding into his already hardening dick, his hands pulling at my hips to maximize the friction of contact. There was an audible gasp as the couple encountered our naked bodies but neither Steve nor I cared enough to flinch. His hand came to the nape of my neck so that he might push me deeper and deeper into his mouth. Our visitors left muttering threats and protests and for the first time in minutes, he spoke. "Move inside, I'm going to fuck you again." I nodded. Leaving our clothes behind we wasted no time, heading straight to the bed in my room. His hands on me became less frenetic as he sat up thoughtfully and let his fingers trail down the length of my arms. He circled my left wrist with his hand and pulled it insistently towards my pussy. "Touch yourself." I watched him as he followed my fingers moving towards my cunt. I was excited by his gaze, that seemed hypnotized in it's focus, and I opened my legs widely and proudly for him to see. Taking just two fingers I began to pull apart my labia while inserting the other hand into my mouth. His hand moved unconsciously to his own cock as he watched me begin to rub my clit with a sharp and rhythmic motion. His strokes matched my own as we stared at each other's growing arousal. Unsure of how far to go, my question was answered when Steve suddenly grabbed at my legs and flipped me face down on the bed. He pulled my arms roughly away from my body and forced my thighs apart with his knees. Finally I was going to feel him inside me. As his cock slid into me, Steve grabbed at my shoulders, anchoring his thrusts against my weight. I pushed myself back against him, meeting every lunge with one of my own. I raised myself up onto my knees so that I could receive him more deeply and his hands moved to my hips. He was fucking me frantically. One arm reached round to grab at my breast, my throat and then back again. His desire seemed unquenchable as he roamed my body trying to make contact with as much of my skin as possible. Eventually one hand found my lips and he rammed two fingers into my mouth and I held them between my teeth while his thrusts came harder and harder. My orgasm approaching, I could no longer differentiate his body from my own. Violently we came together. Our moans harmonious, we desperately clutched each other's sweating bodies as powerful currents of orgasm vibrated through our core. We turned to face one another without relinquishing the embrace of our bodies. His eyes were wide and soft and his gaze communicated the wonder and awe in what had just transpired between us. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, my body entangled with his, feeling that the very beat of my heart was in unison with his. A gentle kiss on my forehead awoke me and I saw his face before me illuminated by the rays of sun streaming into the room. He spoke softly, caressing my cheek as I languidly stretched beneath him, "So there's much to be done if I'm going to protect these turtles of yours. Know of any pretty turtle lady who'd be willing to stay on as my consultant?" I smiled, realized I'd found my own little piece of paradise.