0 comments/ 9308 views/ 0 favorites Another Day In Paradise By: starrprincess75 I propped myself up on my elbows in the white sand of the beach, watching the waves crashing against the shore. The gentle tropical breeze brushed my face as I watched Jason power napping under the shade of a near by palm tree; something he was getting very good at. It was our 4th day stranded on this beautiful island, and still no one seemed to be in any hurry to go. Everyone was getting to know their way around the island, and most had even picked out their favorite spot to 'chill' in. Jas and I had finally decided to keep our inlet to ourselves and not let anyone else steal our 'little slice of heaven' as he had put it. For the last 3 nights, we had slept under the stars, sheltered only by an over-hanging rock embedded in a nearby hillside. I was kind of growing accustomed to falling asleep in his arms as the tide lapped gently at the moonlit sand, especially after making love to him for a couple of hours before hand. Speaking of which, being stranded on a tropical island really does wonders for your sex life. The sound of someone laughing a few yards down the beach pulled my attention away from Jas. The morning before, much to our surprise, we had awoken to suitcases and boxes of food that had drifted onto shore from our now sunken cruise ship, and it was apparent now that it hadn't been all of it. I stood up and brushed the white sand from my tanned skin, and trotted nonchalantly down the beach to where Tony and Mika were pulling things out of the water. "Are these yours?" Mika asked, putting on my new pair of sunglasses I had bought just before we left for the cruise. "Oh My God!" I yelled, "Yes!" "And to think you were whining yesterday about your stuff not showing up. Girl, you get your own suitcases out of that water!" She said, rolling her eyes at me as she handed over my shades. Pulling them on, I smiled back at her as I walked slowly out into the water to some other things that were bobbing up and down in the waves. Despite her orders to get my own things, Mika followed closely behind me, gathering things as we went along. A big rock jutted out the surface of the water about 50 feet from the beach, and it was helping to collect the stuff that the waves continued to wash in. A few others that had come to see what was going on had waded out with us, and helped us pull all the stuff back to the beach. I was amazed at how much stuff had suddenly appeared in the past couple of days and even more amazed that our stuff had just shown up all together, out of the blue. Mika tossed a black carry-on bag at Tony causing it to land in the wet sand at his feet with a 'sploosh'. He looked at her and kicked a clump of wet sand at her back. I laughed as I hung Jason's prized leather gym bag around my neck, and tried to pick up our other huge suitcases that stood beside me on the sand. "Need help weakling?" Tony asked, grabbing both bags as he took off trotting down the beach to where Jason was still sleeping. Tony and Mika had been the first couple we had met from our group once we had gotten aboard the ship. Mika and I had spent our first afternoon of the cruise lounging in our bikinis on the ships sundeck getting to know each other as Tony and Jas had decided to try their skills at shuffleboard with the old folk, as Jas had so endearingly called them. We had really hit it off with them, and I knew that once we were rescued we'd be sure to keep in touch. "Wake up fool!" Tony yelled, playfully kicking sand across Jas' painfully pink chest. "Ouch, jackass!" Jas said, opening one eye, glaring at him. I laughed and dropped his gym bag on the other side of him. He looked at me, and I could tell he was still a little groggy from his nap. I knelt down and kissed him gently on the lips as Tony pretended to be looking at something else down the beach. "Our stuff." he blurted out mid-kiss as if he had just suddenly been un-blindfolded. I couldn't help but laugh, "Yep, it washed in with some other luggage and more boxes of food this morning. Mika found my sunglasses and knew this was ours." "Great! I can finally change my boxers!" he yelled, standing up and grabbing the bigger of the two suitcases. Plopping down in the sand near my feet, he placed the suitcase between his legs, and pried open the lock with his pocket knife. Tony had dismissed himself from our presence a few minutes before so that he could help the others with their stuff too. I smiled as I watched him saunter effortlessly down the beach and into Mika's awaiting arms. I directed my attention back to Jas when I heard the lid of the suitcase hit the sand, causing the zippers clank against the material. My mouth hit the sand when I saw what was inside. Not only had Jas packed some of our favorite toys, he had added a couple of new ones to the collection. Ignoring them like they were nothing, he pushed them aside digging down to the bottom for a clean pair of boxers. I laughed, still in awe that he had thought to pack them. "What is so funny?" he asked, looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Oh nothing." I said, rolling my eyes. He loves it when I roll my eyes at him; he thinks it's cute. "I told you I didn't forget anything." He said so matter-of-factly that I had to laugh again. I pulled the other suitcase towards me, and sat down next to Jas. I pried open the lock on that one as well, and flipped the top open, half expecting to see something else that Jas had so conveniently forgotten to tell me he packed, but there wasn't. I dug through the soggy clothes until I found my bikini. I didn't have a problem running around naked in front of Jas, but lately with all the nudity around me I was starting to feel like I had stumbled across a pathetic version of a nude Club Med. Jas eyes were locked on me as I peeled his white t-shirt from my body for the hundredth time in 4 days. I could feel him taking in every inch of my now golden tanned skin, and I found myself a little aroused by the fact that he was watching me. I dropped his shirt to the sand behind me, and decided to give him a little show. Holding both my top and bottom In my hand, I bent over, giving him a nice up close and personal view of my perfectly tanned ass. I peeked around my shoulder at him and gave him a wink as I tilted my head to get a better look at him behind me. My fingers slid gently between my legs and gently caressed the lips of my pussy before slowly dipping in between them, still looking back; I slowly slid a finger inside me, bending over a little farther letting him watch my every move. I could tell he liked what he was seeing by his cute little moan of approval. I was surprised at how wet I was as my finger slid inside me with no effort at all. I moaned softly as I slid it out and back in, then out again, as I slid my bottoms on over my feet, pulling them up slowly until the sides rested gently on top of the curve of my hips. I winked at him as I turned around, and I couldn't help but laugh at the disappointed look on his face. "What's the matter baby?" I asked, pulling on my top and fastening it behind my back. "You are such a tease." He said, pouting. I straddled his lap and sat down feeling how hard he was through his boxers and my bikini bottoms. Looking him in the eyes, I leaned in to kiss him. His lips met mine and I kissed him hard. His hands slid up my back unfastening my top and removing it as fast as I had put it on just a minute before. Before I knew it his lips were latched around one of my already hard nipples as I looked around to see if anyone else was around to see what we were doing, not that it really mattered at that point in time. I moaned softly as he continued to suck hard at my nipple, his other hand pinching the other at the same time. I leaned back a little as he kissed down the middle of my body laying me back in the sand. He continued his kisses slowly down to my belly, running his tongue around my belly button playfully and then gently lifting my hips as he pulled my bottoms down my legs and off my feet. "Mmmm." He said, licking me for the first time. I spread my legs a little wider for him, and I moaned loudly as his tongue flicked wildly at my swollen clit. His finger gently caressed the outsides of my lips a few times before plunging between them and into my wet little hole. My hips began to move to meet the thrust of his finger and he added one more, almost sending me over the edge right then and there. His tongue continued to massage my clit as his fingers slid in and out of me slowly. My own hands slid over my breasts as I pinched and pulled at my nipples causing them to become extremely hard and even more sensitive. Switching things around, I felt his tongue slide deep inside me as his fingers rested firmly on my clit and moved slowly in a circular motion. I closed my eyes and pushed back against his tongue, feeling him moving in and out of me deeper and faster. I could feel the warm sand on my bare skin as my body moved trying to push myself to cum in his mouth. Suddenly my body tensed up and I came hard. My juices flowed from me, into his mouth as he continued to lick all of me as fast as he could. I could hear his small moans of satisfaction as he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I felt him move away and half expected to feel his familiar cock slide deep inside me, but instead I felt something else. I opened my eyes and looked down as he slipped my favorite, now powerless vibrator deep inside me once again. His fingers gently teased my lips and then inside of my thighs as he continued to slide the vibrator in and out of my wet pussy. I almost screamed as he slid the tip of his finger into my ass, at the same time as he ran his tongue over my clit. I could feel my next orgasm swelling up inside me and I knew by the way my body felt that it would be twice as hard as the first one. I started to cum as I tried to find something to grip on to, but all I succeeded in grabbing were handfuls of warm sand. I laid there with my eyes closed catching my breath as I felt his lips on mine. Kissing him back, I rolled him over onto his back and straddled him again, the sweat rolling down my body onto his. I wasted no time in sliding off his boxers and sliding his cock deep inside me. He was rock hard and ready for me, and I couldn't wait to feel him filling me up inside. He raised his hips to meet mine as I started to ride him a little harder, my hands carefully caressing his chest, as he slid his hands up and down the tops of my thighs. Gripping him tightly inside me, I slid him in and out faster and faster, and I could tell by the all too familiar noises he made that he was about to explode deep inside of me. "Not yet." I whispered into his ear, as I slid him out of me. Gently, I kissed his lips. Sliding the tip of my tongue across them, I continued down the front of his neck, across the top of his chest, down the middle of his rib cage, over the top of his belly button, straight down to him. I could taste myself on his cock as I took him deep into my mouth, letting him feel my tongue flick lightly against the head. I caressed the tops of his thighs, sliding a hand slowly between his legs to carefully caress his balls while my lips and tongue continued to caress his cock. His hips moved to the speed of my lips and enjoyed tasting him as much as he enjoyed tasting me. I could feel him getting closer and closer to orgasm, but as much as I wanted to taste it all, I wanted to feel him cum inside me even more. Looking up at him, I slid the tip of my tongue all the way up his body and right back to his lips where I had started. My lips slid gently around the head of his cock as he entered me again. Squeezing him tightly I began to ride him harder than before, as his body began to tremble. I reached down and began to play with my clit, wanting to cum with him. I felt myself start to cum just as he thrust into me for the last time. I moaned loudly as I lay there on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "Not that I'm complaining, but um, where did that come from?" he asked, his voice still horse as his hand smoothed back my hair. I thought for a minute, "I really don't know, I guess I just…wanted to make love to you again." "Well you are welcome to that anytime baby." I looked at him playfully, "Too bad we ate all the fruit, huh?" He laughed as he sat up, pulling on a clean pair of boxers. I pulled my bikini back on and looked around for everyone else. They were still in the distance sorting through everything that had washed up on shore, and I had to laugh. If it hadn't been for Jas and his suitcase full of toys…I still couldn't believe he had remembered them. "It was the toys huh Court?" He said, looking at me with a knowing look. He had a way of reading my mind. "Maybe. Still amazes me that you remembered them." "Well, I guess you could say I wanted to have a little fun, but this is way more than I expected." He said, kissing me again. "I guess you really didn't forget anything then huh?" I asked, smiling back at him. "No, but most importantly, I got you…a island full of fruit, and a suitcase full of toys. This really is heaven" He said, grinning back. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the sand, kissing him as we walked down the beach to meet the others. I couldn't wait to find out what he would be up to next. Another Day in Paradise By the age of nineteen, Jason's life was already a long strange trip. His story had armed robbery, rape, and incest in it. He'd read about things like that in books and seen it in films. He just didn't expect to be the character in the lead role. When Jason was still young, his mother and stepfather, Janice and Carl, moved to a small beach town. It was close enough to the city in which Carl had opened an office for him to commute. He spent most of his time there and didn't always come home on weekends, which always served as a bone of contention between Janice and Carl. For Jason, it all started with lotion. The beach was the equivalent of heaven to Jason because that's where he got to be with his mother without any distractions. Their house practically sat on the beach and before and after the tourist season, it was usually desolated. His mother was a sun-worshipper and they went out every afternoon and weekend. Janice would hand him the Coppertone to 'do her'. He must have slathered lotion on his mother's back and legs a thousand times over the years without thinking about it until that day in May when reality shifted. He got hard. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. The confusion of excitement and guilt washed over him turning him crimson. He missed the father he never had to talk to. Jason's father had been an officer in the Marines but was accidentally killed in a live-fire exercise when Jason was five. His mother, who always explained things to him, was now unavailable. He calmed himself and waited for it all to subside. That night he was in turmoil. His mother must have asked him ten times if he was okay; he wasn't. The next day as they sat in the dunes, he almost said no when she handed him the plastic bottle. Awareness now dogged his every thought and act. As soon as he opened the cap, the smell triggered a response. The white cream was now sensual in his hand. He started on her shoulder blades and became aware of how soft her skin was. Skin he had run his hand down so many times before, now felt different. The toning of her muscles from her daily run was evident to his touch. He slid down her long flanks. Had he come this close to the top of her rounded ass before? He couldn't remember. How could this be the first time he ever felt the silkiness of her inner thighs as his fingers came so close to the mystery between her legs? That night was the first time Jason made himself come thinking about his mother. He had had a few nocturnal emissions caused by murky images of women like her, but never thought of them as 'mom'. He went out to the dunes and in the mild night air, touched himself. He thought of her, of touching her. With his eyes closed he watched as she touched him back. She kissed him back. She let him…she let him. The force of his release surprised him. He watched his ejaculate shoot a long distance from where he stood. Afterwards he sat in the sand feeling relieved that the feelings were gone. Somehow he thought it was over. By the time he returned to the house he realized how wrong he was. His mother was in a long tee shirt without a bra. He watched her stimulated nipples move against the cotton. Within minutes he had to turn away; he was hard again. Janice was a beautiful woman and everyone noticed. Carl noticed everyone noticing; that made him a pain in the ass. He was always accusing her of leading men on or having affairs. When she came to his office a few days a week to help with the books he gave her a hard time about the way men looked at her. He swore he'd leave her without a penny if he ever caught her screwing around. She knew he had the power to do it. In point of fact, Janice had two short affairs. One was with an actor in the community theater group she played in and the other was a lifeguard. She realized after a few years that her marriage was a mistake. Her husband didn't satisfy her in any way. He was obsessed with making money, which he was very good at, and 'banging' Janice, as he so delicately put it, which he was very bad at. The excuses she used to refuse him sometimes bordered on the absurd. She had invoked 'fatigue syndrome' a few times and once even told him that there wasn't enough sunlight that day and the deprivation made her unable have sex with him. From anyone but Carl, Janice was always hungry for physical contact. She hugged and kissed everyone she knew. She was easily aroused and usually stayed aroused until she could find the time and place to masturbate. Even when talking to strangers her hands would end up on their arm or shoulder. It wasn't calculation or artifice. It was just the way she was. The sensual effect that touch engendered was always welcomed, especially from her own 'handsome boy'. When she and Jason would walk in a mall or on the street she always wanted to hold his hand. When he grew tall enough, he would put his hand in the small of her back as they walked and gently stroke her up and down. She always smiled when he did that. She didn't smile lasciviously or seductively; she just smiled. When he was done, his last stroke would lightly brush over his mother's ass. She accepted his touch without any comment. There was another side to the full-breasted beauty. She could look at times like a 'sweet innocent' but that didn't mean she was 'soft'. She could be tough as leather when she had to be. Jason always remembered the first summer on the beach when a big hairy guy came up to where they were sitting and called his mother something like 'sweet cheeks'. She stood her full five ten and with steel in her eye and voice, she walked within six inches of him and said, "Move on or you'll be sorry you didn't." The guy believed her and so did Jason. Things starting going bad from the night his stepfather 'caught' them. Carl had been on Jason's back all night. Jason loathed him by that time. For all the times his stepfather had barked his orders at him, Jason couldn't remember him ever saying "please" or "thank you" to him. When they all settled down to watch a video, Janice had her legs across Jason's lap and he idly ran his hand from her knees to her ankle. Carl noticed that Jason was hard. He controlled himself for the moment but that night, Jason heard them screaming at each other. "Are you screwing around with your own son now you whore?" "What the hell are you talking about you crazy fuck?" Janice thought he had really gone off the deep end when he told her what he saw. She told him that he was being ridiculous; she said that boys Jason's age probably always had a hard on. She figured it was just Carl's jealousy run amok. After hours of arguing and threatening, he convinced her that the best thing was for Jason to go to live at school. All relationships are complicated. When they sent him away to school, the love and desire he felt for his mother became tinged with anger. Jason couldn't understand how she could allow them to be apart. He listened to his pain in Eric Clapton's guitar and Janis Joplin's voice waiting for it to go away. It was the music his mother had listened to. The feelings always came back. Through the years his fantasies took on a harder edge. At eighteen, he was picturing himself behind his mother's full round ass and plunging his cock deep enough to make her scream. He was never sure if it was a scream of pain or pleasure. He was about to graduate and leave for college when his mother made one of her frequent visits to school. As he had gotten older, she confided in him. She talked to him about everything - sometimes too many things. She told him when she had her period and how tender her breasts felt. She even admitted her affairs to him and on that particular day she said, "I don't know Jason, I thought as I got older my sex drive would lessen but I want it and need it more than ever." She didn't realize what she was doing to him until he said with a quiet ferocity, "I need it too mom…I need it too." He held her arms and began kissing her. She was so stunned she didn't react at first. He pushed her to the bed and as he was about to get on top of her, she looked into the black of his eyes and softly said, "Jason…stop." He did. His face showed the remorse he felt as he said, "I'm sorry mom, I've been thinking about loving you for so long that I don't know what I'm doing anymore." They talked for over an hour as he poured his heart out to her. When he was spent she took him in her arms and held him. She put her face in his hair and kissed his head. She stroked his cheek with her soft hand and then kissed his lips. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. She touched him until he came. As she left the room she said, "Jason, I've got to think; I'll call you. I love you." Her call came sooner than he expected. It was the middle of the night. She said nothing he expected. "Jason, I need to see you. There's a bus at ten tomorrow morning; please come home." When he got home he had no idea what to do or say. His stepfather was gone and his mother was dressed for the beach. She said, "I'll be out there honey…come out so we can talk." He put on a suit and followed her. The afternoon sun was waning when he got to the empty beach. Janice lay prone with her eyes closed and Jason said, "You look great mom." She didn't answer as he reached for the lotion. He straddled her legs and coated his hands with the white cream. Jason unhooked the top of his mother's bathing suit and began coating her back. As he reached towards her shoulders, his cock contacted her ass. Janice said, "Honey I know what you want but I can't do it… I can't let you…Jason…and it's not just that I'm your mother…Oh God, I shouldn't tell you this but it's true…it's that I want you to…I want you to…and if we start…" As he kneaded the slick liquid into her back, he rubbed his hardening shaft between her meaty globes. She said, "Jason." He didn't know if it was 'Jason stop' or 'Jason don't stop'. His answer was to move his hands to the sides of her breasts and begin fondling her. "Jason" was the only word she said for the next thirty minutes. He was slow and deliberate. He raised himself and removed the bottom of her suit. His greasy hands and slippery fingers found her pussy. He was surprised that it was shaved smooth and clean. He liked the feel of the velvet flesh between her legs. He massaged and explored to the sounds of her soft moans. She made no attempt to stop him when he drove a finger deep into her ass. His caressing and probing of her every inch continued at a torturously slow pace. Janice was still on her stomach when he finally pulled his suit down and put the swollen head of his cock against the opening of her pussy; she was as primed as she had ever been. He ran his slick hand down the length of his steel hard shaft and then ran the length of it deep into his mother's waiting channel. She hugged her elbows close to herself as if to gird herself for her son's onslaught. It was an onslaught. Besides it being the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her it was also the angriest. All the frustrations of his wanting her, blaming her, and needing her became focused on the joining of his cock and his mother's pussy. Each of her son's hard thrusts into her was welcomed with shock and pleasure. Each time his cock found the end of her she called his name. Even though her son's cock filled her, she raised herself and gave him more access. He took her breasts in his hands and drove the last few inches to the depths of his mother's humid pussy. Finally she made a long high-pitched sound and by her clenching he knew she had come. He pulled out of her throbbing pussy and stroked himself twice before the first cords of cum shot to her shoulders. The last of them went down her back. As she lay there breathing deeply, he ran his hand with his cream from her neck down to her ass. When his mother got up she put her suit on and took his hand leading him to the water. It was ice cold against their hot skin but they dove in. When they came up she put her arms around his neck and said, "Thank you for not coming in me…I take the pill… but thank you anyway." She kissed him and he tasted the sweetness of her tongue and the salty water. She looked at him with an enigmatic smile and said "Now what?" Now what? turned into more than either one of them expected. Fifteen minutes later Janice was rubbing her son's cock again. In the time it had taken them to dry off and go back into the house, she had changed her mind three times. Her first thought was "Okay it happened but it's never going to happen again." Her last thought was, "God it felt so good…I need him again…now." So she went into his arms and kissed him slowly all over his face and eyes and rubbed his responsive cock. Jason pulled down her top exposing her breasts. He held one from underneath and used his index finger to play with her nipple. He asked her, "Mom, did it feel good when I was in you?" Janice laughed. "You know how it made me feel. You just want to hear your momma tell you how good you did her don't you?" She got serious and began whispering in his ear as his cock got rock hard. "I loved it baby…I loved having your big cock so far up me I could have screamed…and I want it there again…and I'm going to want it there again and again and again." So he put it there, every time she wanted him to and every time he wanted to. They had sex, they had more sex and then they made love. Within weeks of frantic trips back and forth to school and spending every waking moment that they could together, the testosterone and estrogen of lust mingled with the oxytocin and vassopressin of affection and love. As they loved into the hot summer, they spent more time together in the dunes. They swam together and once made love in the water. They were out past the breakers in the late afternoon when most of the tourists had gone for the day and Janice had her legs wrapped around her son's waist. They rarely touched when anyone was around but that day Janice kissed her son as they played. Jason got hard and put his hand on her pussy. Before long neither of them wanted to wait until their usual late night meeting after Carl was asleep. Jason managed to get his cock into his mother by pushing aside their suits. They smiled at a couple who floated by them and did all they could not to be obvious about it. It was awkward and chafing but fun. He was barely touching the bottom and his mother bobbed slowly on his cock to the rhythm of the buoyant water. He held her ass in hands as he attempted to rock her harder along the rod that filled her. Her salty tongue played in his mouth as she drew herself onto him by locking her ankles around his back. Her fingers dug into his back as she attempted to get more leverage to move her hips. Jason slid his hand under Janice's nylon bottom and put one finger into her ass. He knew that his mother always came quicker when he did that. As he pushed in with his finger he could feel the bulge of his cock on the other side of the thin membrane. Janice began biting on her son's ear before moving to his mouth as she started to come. When they were alone they both usually climaxed with loud exclamations; they managed to keep it down that day by locking their mouths together. They laughed as much as they moaned when they came. When they talked about it later, they agreed it was fun but they both preferred the sweet languor of touching each other for a long time and then fucking each other for a long time, on a blanket in the sand or in bed. At that point they both wanted the same thing, to do it all together forever. How? That was the question. Jason came up with the crazy idea and Janice was desperate enough to agree. The first part was Janice's fooling with Carl's books to get some money for them to start with. The second part was a special one-act play for Carl. On their specified night, Carl came home at about 11:30. As the garage door clanged down and he opened the door to the house, he was greeted by a man with a gun. The man he saw was all in black including a cotton mask covering his whole head. Only blue eyes showed through. The man directed the trembling Carl to the bedroom with the gun pressed against the back of his head. All of Carl's questions were answered with one whisper, "Shut up or die." When Carl entered the bedroom he saw his wife tied to the bed, her eyes covered and her mouth gagged. Her blouse was torn open and her skirt was raised. The man tied Carl to a chair at the side of the bed and gagged him. He didn't cover his eyes. The man whispered, "I didn't expect you but you're just in time for the show." Carl watched frozen as the man took a scissor from the bureau top and cut off Janice's panties and bra; he made appreciative noises as he surveyed her tits and pussy. He roughly grabbed a tit and tweaked the nipple. She made resistive noises under the gag and wriggled but she was bound too tightly to move far. Carl's eyes opened wide as the big hard cock came out of the man's pants. He straddled Janice and held the rod against the soft pussy lips until they spread and yielded the hole. He pushed past the hairless opening and sank in to the hilt. A muffled cry came from beneath Janice's gag. Carl watched as the man began fucking his wife long and hard. Carl looked like he was struck dumb as he watched. Jason and Janice went to the second part of their plan. Jason pulled out of his mother and lifted the mask enough to expose his mouth. He began sucking on the folds of his mother's cunt. He licked all over the smooth pussy and drew the elongated clit into his mouth. Janice began to moan. Whether she would have been able to mask her pleasure and pretend she wasn't enjoying it at this point was moot; they wanted Carl to know that his wife was getting fucked and liked it. Even under her gag her husband recognized the sounds he had never been unable to get out of his wife. He became infuriated. The words weren't entirely understandable but it was clear that he was calling his wife a 'fucking whore' and worse. Jason whispered something in his mother's ear and took off her gag. He stuck his cock in her mouth and let her suck him for a while. Again he said something to her and untied her legs. He put her legs on his shoulders. He began fingering around his mother's exposed pucker. He teased her tender asshole as she began to writhe. He took some of her juice and put it on the small hole. Her cry reverberated around the room as Jason entered his mother's ass. As he plunged in and out of her, the screams of "Yes…yes…yes" had Carl apoplectic. When she yelled that she was coming, he was practically bouncing in the chair. Janice let out a long sigh when her son pulled his wide cock out of her. Jason whispered to Carl that this would all be over and he wouldn't return unless he called the police. He coughed at the smell of Carl's sweat and stinking aftershave. He told Carl that he knew where he worked and warned him again that he would come get him if he told anyone. With the gun pressed into his stepfather's ear, Jason relieved him of his Rolex and jewelry. He went back and loosened one of his mother's hands and mouthed silently, "I love you" and left. They were right about Carl. He couldn't stand the fact that his wife was screwed by another man and enjoyed it. He moved out the next day and filed for divorce. He told Janice she would be well taken care of when all the paperwork was done because he knew that under the circumstances he couldn't get out of paying. A week later, Jason and his mother were in the dunes. Nobody was around. "I like you in blue eyes" his mother said. "What happened to them?" Jason said, "I threw those contacts away, you'll have to take me as I am." Janice took a deep breath and said, "As long as you have this cock to give me." They kissed and touched for a while feeling the sun and their passions warming them. Another Day in Paradise As their breathing got harder Jason said, "Mom, let me see you touch yourself." He'd been imagining what she looked like as she masturbated for a while. She smiled and called him a 'wicked boy' as she took her bottoms off and put some cream on her fingertips. She reclined on the blanket spreading her legs, exposing herself fully to her son. She closed her eyes and used her left hand to cover and rub her pussy. Her right hand reached into her top and took the nipple between her fingers. As she began to writhe gently, her knees came up and she exposed her clit to one slippery finger. He saw the pink inside her and it reminded him of the color of the open shells at the edge of the shore. She circled and rubbed and tapped her swollen nub in all directions. Jason was totally turned on by the sight of his mother's body and what she was doing to it but mostly by the look on her face. What made him hardest was the way she said his name as she approached her sweet soft orgasm. It was mostly a long sigh and a smile that lingered as she opened her eyes and saw her son taking pleasure in her. She propped herself on her elbows and looked at his bulge. She said, "Your turn; I can see you're ready." Jason's dick sprang as he removed his suit. He said, "You do it for me mom." Janice greased her hand and sat by him taking the long rod in her fist. He closed his eyes and she said, "You know baby, I've never actually seen you come…when you come in me, sometimes it feels like it's shot out of a rocket launcher…now I'm going to see how far it goes for myself…" As she spoke she jerked him harder and faster. He started to moan as his sperm filled balls began to rise. Her words accelerated him, "Yes baby…shoot your big cock…come for momma…come for momma…come for momma." Janice's fist was a piston and at that point nothing could have stopped the eruption. Her son came fast, hard, and loud as she continued pumping. His yell drowned out her surprised "Wow" as the first cord of cum shot into the air. As she squeezed the last spurt out of him, her laughing registered. "That was amazing Jason; no wonder it feels like it does when you come in me." He hadn't seen it but he certainly felt it. The sun was going down and they wrapped themselves together in the blanket, rolling around and playing. After a while the kissing became passionate but they went from fire to ice in an instant when they heard a voice say, "You fucking shits, you thought you were so smart." They looked up at Carl and two other men coming out from behind a dune. The warrant turned up the Rolex. Jason was smart enough to get rid of the contact lenses, gun, and clothing but not the watch. Carl had recognized Jason's cough, put the plot together and went to the police. Throughout the trials Jason shook his head and muttered, "My fucking cough?" Mother and son were charged and tried separately with conspiracy, armed robbery, unlawful detention, fraud, and a slew of other charges. In addition, Janice was charged with forcible incest on her son. Most of the charges didn't stick even though Carl had pictures from his investigator. The gun, which was never loaded, of course was never found and there were enough 'my words against yours' to muddle the outcome. Jason ended up with probation and Janice was sentenced to nine months mostly because the books she had 'cooked' were for a corporation and not her husband's personal money. Within a few months, Jason had violated his probation; he wasn't caught. He falsely applied for conjugal visitations with Janice, as her husband, and was granted them. The first time he went through the prison gate he broke out in a cold sweat; he thought they might never let him out. When he entered the sterile room after being searched and saw his mother's face, it made it all worthwhile. She looked worn but still had a smile when she saw him. As he came to her arms, she said, "Fuck it all honey, we have each other." They say that comedy is tragedy plus time. They would laugh about a lot of what happened and all that they went through much later. They would tell each other the story over and over...when it was history. They always agreed about that first conjugal visit; it was as sweet a memory as they had. He touched her then for the first time in seven weeks. He put his hand inside her denim shirt and felt her breasts and nipples. His mother's big tit seemed heavier than usual. He said with a bit of alarm, "Oh mom your not…?" She looked at him strangely and said "Not what?" "Pregnant…?" he asked. She laughed when she understood. "No…I've just been eating like a pig in here while waiting to get out." He liked the few extra pounds on her and he could see her rounded-out curves when all her clothes were off. They got on the cot and talked about all the things they would do when she got out. They touched as they talked. They warmed as they touched. Her son's cock began to throb as it thickened. She ran her fingers lightly up and down the shaft. For him it was sometimes more torture than pleasure when she played with him that way: running her nails…flicking her tongue on whatever it could reach. This was one of those times. All he could think of was being inside her…inside that place his lips were kissing…inside that place his hand was touching…inside that place his finger was probing. She didn't make him wait long. She joked "Since you came here as my husband, I should do my wifely duties" She took the knob of her son's cock into her mouth and sucked hard as her tongue ran around the rim. One hand cupped him as the other hand stroked him. He watched her in awe of what she could do to him. His cock expanded to its full width filling her mouth. He moved gently counter to her and more of his thick shaft approached her throat. She did him slowly to keep him hard for her other holes. When she finally drew back and came off him, his cock dripped with her saliva. Janice got on her son and positioned her smooth opening over his rigid pole. She eased herself down on it slowly; knowing from experience the depths it could reach. The more of him she took into her pussy, the more her increasing moans excited him. Soon she was impaled and when his tip hit her spot, she gave an involuntary shudder. She tossed her head back and gyrated, keeping his cock moving along the walls of her stuffed channel. She slowed to savor the feeling of the way he filled her. She looked down at her son as he delighted in touching her breasts and nipples and told him, "I thought about this everyday for weeks…having your hardness up inside me…I wonder how many mother's would do this if they knew…oh honey…you'll always want to do this to me…won't you…won't you baby?" "Yes mom…always…anyone would want this with a mother as beautiful as you…with a pussy as beautiful as yours…" They both began to move in concert as they raised each other to a higher pitch. "Did you save your sweet cum for your mother baby?" He laughed, "You never have to worry about me not having enough for you mom." She laughed too. "I know baby…I'm always amazed by the way you come…I love the feel of that first shot exploding in me." She leaned over and began fervently kissing her son. Their mouths sucked and licked as their tongues played. They continued until they were breathless. She bit on his ear and urgently told him, I want you in my ass baby…now…I want to feel that big hard cock stuffed into your momma's asshole…I want to feel it when you give me that hot cum of yours…deep in my ass… so deep in your momma's…" Before she could finish he had turned her and then put her on hands and knees. She was trembling as he opened her asshole with his thumbs. His cock was so hard he could direct it to her waiting hole without touching it. He grabbed her hips and pushed in. His mother responded with a squeal but encouraged him with, "More baby…more…more." He pushed deeper into his mother's hot alley that clamped and squeezed his wide cock. Her asshole was stretched to the limit. It was so tight around him; he began to imagine what it must be like for his mother to have that thick pole shoved so far up her ass. She squirmed but reached back to pull him even deeper into her. By the time she finally said, "No more baby…no more…it's too much," he had his whole cock in her. They began fucking and each stroke was a velvet spear to the mother and a gloved hand to the son. They fucked each other to the brink of the precipice and went over together. His first shot was what she wanted, an explosive bullet of hot cum that filled her ass; so was his second. He continued until they were both shaking and his cream leaked as a soothing lotion from his mother's tender asshole. As he emptied her of his cock, she welcomed the feel of his coating balm on her inflamed membranes. They held each other in a satisfied silence for hours. When Janice got out, they moved south and ended up in Saint Simons Island where they had jobs waiting and a beach nearby. The first year they hardly saw the beach. They both worked overtime and really wanted nothing more than to live a fairly simple and 'normal' life, together. That was the plan. You know about plans. The jobs they got were through someone Janice had met when she was 'in'. They were at a high-end men's club. When you came down to it, a 'titty bar'. They both worked behind the scenes. Janice did office work and Jason drove big spenders, who were called 'whales', to and from the club and any other job that Bill, the owner, had for him. At first Janice was a bit concerned what Jason's reaction to all the 'young' bodies would be but she needn't have worried. He treated a few of the sweet ones as friends, and ignored the 'druggies' and the others. He wasn't interested because he felt he had the best. The problems came early on when they found themselves short on funds. The club catered to a large clientele but had a reputation for after-hours activities. They called them "Fetish Nights"; they were very lucrative. They would cater to that group of men that had a particular inclination on different nights. Sometimes it was the younger looking girls dressed as 'Teenies', sometimes it was 'Women on Women'; once, it was 'Shepherd's Night'. When Jason first heard about it, his first thought was, "What's exciting about men dressed up in robes and sandals?" Then he realized the kind of 'shepherd' they were talking about and laughed at his own naiveté. When Bill approached him about one of the special nights, Jason was interested, although later he felt that he should have known better when Bill told him the stupid title of what he had in mind: "The Old meets the New- Starting the new Year off with a bang." Jason and Janice's May-December romance made them a natural for the event. It would really have spiced things up if anyone knew they were actually mother and son. When they talked about it, they figured that all the money they could make would go a long way. After many misgivings, they decided to do it. They talked about shutting out the spectators in their minds and just making love. It was easier said than done. When it was their time to 'perform', they were on what basically was a large padded table. About twenty-five men surrounded them as they mounted their 'stage'. Jason was bare-chested already and Janice had on the usual nylons, heels, and lingerie but she looked unusually good. The men hooted appreciatively. Music started and so did they. They kissed and Jason exposed his mother's full breasts and rouged nipples. Janice kept her eyes closed as much as possible even though Bill had told her to smile at the men. When only her nylons and heels remained on, she couldn't block out all the remarks about her 'tits and ass'. When Jason's cock came out, the men clapped and when he stood before his kneeling mother and she took the head into her mouth, he relaxed a bit. Even in front of a crowd, her knowledge of how to suck her son hardened him quickly and fully. She held his cock with both hands and stroked. She licked and blew his cock into a throbbing rod. She took one of his balls in her mouth and then ran her tongue all over both of them. Janice's round upturned ass proved to be too much of a temptation for one guy who reached out and touched it. She was jolted and everything stopped as the bouncer escorted the man, none too gently, from the room. After the proper admonitions, Jason and Janice were able to regain their composure and get back into it. Janice had lubricated herself beforehand in case she was nervous but her son's attention to her pussy started her own juices flowing. He licked his mother's pussy with the tricks his tongue had learned from her and she responded with small shudders. When he entered her, she was ready as she always was for him. Bill had told her to make as many 'noises' as she could for the crowd but she didn't have to put it on. It felt good when her son's cock filled her and she moaned as she always did when he'd thrust his fullness slowly into the depths of her pussy. They fucked in three different positions and then he approached her from behind. His mother's ass was greased and waiting for his entry. The remarks began getting to him as he pumped his mother's ass. He stayed hard because her ass held him so tightly and squeezed mercilessly as he stroked her. At times he would pull completely out of her and to the delight of the men around, the small hole didn't close immediately. She was carried away and her waiting pucker was relaxed as it was for her son at home. Jason now just wanted it to be over. He wanted to get his mother out of there and protect her from the leering eyes and shouting. He pumped her hard to bring himself to orgasm. His first jet exploded inside his mother's ass but he was told he had to give the crowd their 'money' shot. He pulled his cock out and jerked the remaining cum onto his mother's back and ass. When Janice felt him come, she faked an orgasm. It didn't fool Jason but the crowd appreciated it. He would make it up to her later. As he massaged his cum all over his mother's body, it reminded him of their first time on the beach. The customers had got their money's worth but the price was too high for Jason; he would never do it again. When they got home, Jason's eyes were filled as he apologized to his mother. She kissed him with a small smile and said, "You loved me, how could that be bad?" All night she answered his remorse the same way, "You loved me…that's all…you loved me." By morning, He was gently inside her again, holding her close, embracing and kissing her with whisper touches, moving slowly in her and lingering as her velvet hands stroked his back and ass until they came. They both had unusually soft and quiet culminations with the long, deep entries of her son causing longer, deeper sighs. They stayed in bed most of the morning talking and holding each other. Janice told him as she touched him, "I love that you're mine and you want me. I know there are a lot of pretty girls out there but you're here with me and I'm glad. You know baby…the first time I saw how big you were when you got hard I was a little afraid…you filled me so completely…but it felt so good…" She laughed, "But the first time I knew you were going to have anal sex with me…I was very afraid…I still can't imagine how that big thing of yours gets all the way in without splitting me…but it does and I've gotten to like it …a lot." He drew her to him and stroked over the rounded globes behind her. "You probably think I'm just saying this now mom, but I think you have the most beautiful ass I ever saw." She laughed again and said, "You must if the number of times you've been in it is any indication." He laughed also and began kissing her with the passion his swelling cock couldn't hide. He toyed with her pussy from behind and then placed his finger on the hole he wanted. He inserted it past the anal ring that usually cinctured tightly around his cock. They were on their sides facing each other and Janice reached around to do to her son what he was doing to her. Her finger found entry and they both probed as they kissed. He rolled over on top her and spread his mother's legs by her ankles. Janice didn't want him to stop to get a lubricant so she put her saliva on the tips of her fingers and transferred it to the tip of her son's swollen cock. It was the first time she tried to take him in without being well greased. The saliva eased the initial insertion past the tight opening but he had to press hard to force the big cock deeper into her ass. Her asshole felt like it was on fire. She knew she would be sore after he was done but she didn't care; she had her son where she wanted him. He was fucking his mother the way she had always wanted to be fucked – with love. It didn't matter if he was in her mouth, in her pussy, or in her ass. It didn't matter how sore he could make her; he loved her. Jason let go of one of his mother's legs and went to her clit. She grabbed her calf and kept her legs spread to keep her hole as open as possible as he pushed deeper into the hot grasping channel that was resisting his entry. Jason took some juice from his mother's pussy and put it on the shaft when he drew it back. Janice was now completely opened and yielding to her son's forceful advances. Janice knew how much he liked taking her that way and she told him how good it felt, "Yes honey…give me your cock…give momma all of your cock…I love it when you're in me like this…I love giving you what you want…all of me…every inch of me filled with you…nothing better…nothing better than my baby fucking me like this…"As he got excited and speared her more quickly, he could almost feel her clit swelling as it engorged with blood. He waited for his mother and held himself back as she came closer to the edge. When he finally heard the sweet words, "Baby…oh…I'm coming…come with me… Jason…come in me…fuck…OH…" He let go. The initial discharge was a bolt of cum that felt like a projectile to her. She made pleasurable sounds as each subsequent hard spurt filled her with her son's soothing cream. As he continued rubbing his mother's sensitive nub, a second eruptive orgasm surprised Janice. She felt her insides explode and experienced an unusual release of her own fluids as her son's slippery cock continued to release the last seeds of love into his mother. What she said when they were done was, "Oh my God…what was that?" They both released a satisfied and exhausted laugh. Neither of them wanted to move from bed even when they had recovered sufficient strength. Janice turned on the radio and they listened to a program that was playing Miles Davis. They talked about dreams, wishes, and plans as they often did holding each other after sex. Janice confided that when he was in her, sometimes she fantasized that they were high school sweethearts and got married so that she could be pregnant with his child. He told her it was a lovely fantasy and that she was his high school sweetheart because he'd loved her since then - as a woman as much as a mother. They talked of exotic beaches and foreign cities that would probably be out of reach for years but the sweetness of the words lingered on their tongues. Janice asked him to tell her what they would do on 'their island' and he described a perfect day in paradise from breakfast served to them in bed to the midnight swim on a deserted white sand beach. He told her how the moon would make her bare breasts the color of pearls and how he would love her. As he spoke, she bent over to take him in her mouth. He lightly ran his fingers over her breasts as she began to raise and lower her head over his cock. He loved to watch her nipples become long and rubbery as she sucked. He marveled at how much of his big cock his mother could take to the back of her throat before drawing back with her soft lips tightly encircling his full girth. Janice tasted the sample of cum that oozed on her tongue and anticipated the full expression of his desire for her. She sucked her son with a passionate urge to please him and to hear him tell her how good it felt when he came in her mouth. Another Day in Paradise Her hands constantly moved up and down her son's shaft; they caressed his balls as she ran the flat of her tongue over and around the top of his cock, which by then looked twice the size of normal. The thick rod was as hard as she had ever tasted it. He began moving with her, flexing at the hip so his cock went deeper into her mouth. Over all the times she had sucked him, Janice had learned to relax her throat enough not to gag when her son took her that way. Although she couldn't t swallow him completely, most of him was inside her mouth and throat. He stroked her hair and called her "My beautiful girl" as his cock throbbed in his mother's mouth. Janice took another inch of her son's cock when she sensed his impending release. When she took him that deep, he couldn't keep from cresting. Jason's first expulsion of thick cum shot to his mother's throat. She pulled back so that the head of his cock lay on her soft tongue and he filled her mouth with the juice she thought of as her son's 'sweet semen'. She couldn't get enough of it even though it seemed to him that he had expelled countless times. She never stopped sucking and while she was still drawing on the head of her son's cock, he would shudder with each sucking kiss she gave his cock after licking it clean. He told her what she waited to hear. " Oh mom…that was…God…you wiped me out." That expression from him would 'carry' her for the rest of the day. It seems that the smooth roads were paved for other people because almost one year to the day of their arrival, the club burned down. Bill decided not to re-build. Jason and Janice ended up moving from place to place finally ending up in Arizona. They stopped searching for Paradise early on because they both realized they had it in each other. Jason is as old now as his mother was the first time they made love. She's as soft on him as he is hard for her. When things get tough, they hear the words Janice said that day in prison, "Fuck it all honey, we have each other." They have each other still. Another Day In Paradise It was the night of Kitty's life - Her dad had bought her a ticket to see Phil Collins live in concert, and she was really looking forward to it. Phil Collins had been her idol since she was a very little girl. Well, you would expect that if that's the only music your dad would play to you from being in the womb to age 13! 5 years on, and Kitty had just turned 18. Her long golden hair fell neatly behind her shoulders and her eyes were the most beautiful piercing blue you have ever seen, as cold as ice, but as warm and inviting as the sea on a hot summer's day. Apart from being beautiful around her eyes and her, her nose was the cutest little button, and her lips were as red as the reddest rose. Kitty was starting to get excited. She pulled her ripped, faded blue jeans on, and tugged at a creamy coloured sweater. She didn't know whether her clothes were suitable for the evening ahead, so she lifted off her sweater and began some adjustments. As the sweater lifted, her breasts plopped and bounced a little. Kitty didn't need a bra. Her perfect sized breasts stud to attention on their own, not needing any horrible wire or lace around them to keep them in place. Kitty went over to her stereo, and to get her even more in the mood for the concert, she put a Phil Collins and Genesis CD on. She started to sing a long to You Can't Hurry Love. One of her favourite songs. And then she started working on her sweater again. After 5 minutes, her dad shouted to say he was ready to take her, and Kitty quickly pulled her sweater back over her head, and this time, it fell neatly into place, with one shoulder showing. She had a quick glimpse in the mirror, "Nice, but not fantastic - You'll have to do." She said. Kitty grabbed her coat and ran down the stairs and straight into the car. -------------------------------------------------- It was 8.30pm now, and the supporting band had just gone off stage. Phil Collins' will be here soon Kitty thought, I wonder if he'll notice me... Probably not - There's at least 3 thousand people here Kitty sighed, but soon started smiling as soon as the backing track to Something Happened on the Way to Heaven started playing. Here we go... The music was good, the lighting was brilliant, but the man himself was fantastic. He made Kitty writhe around her seat with ecstasy. This was the moment of her life.... Until... "Right, ladies and gentlemen..." Phil Collins had finished the song and was beginning to speak to the audience. "... I have been planning this for a while now, and I have here a bucket full of names from everyone in the audience..." Kitty started to get excited again "... What I am going to do is choose a name from here, and that person can come on stage." Kitty smiled. She had received a tooth fairy from her mother as an 18th birthday present the week before. The diamond on her tooth sparkled in the limelight. Drums started to roll... "And the person who is coming on stage is..." Kitty gasped... "Kitty Henderson!!" Kitty almost screamed with ecstasy. Phil Collins, the light of her life had just said her name! Everything went in slow motion... She got out of her chair, grabbed her bag and coat and walked, no; she floated down the aisles to the stage. A hand reached out for her, and when she looked up, there was Phil Collins helping her up! "Wow... Phil Co... Coll.... Collins!" Kitty said shocked. Phil just laughed, "that's me!" He sat her down on a stool in the centre of the stage and turned to the audience. "Everyone, this is Kitty Henderson. My next song is going to be dedicated to her..." Music started to play, and she sat there gabsmacked. Before he started to sing, he turned around and told her "you do know that this means you're invited to the backstage party afterwards?" Kitty just smiled, she didn't know what to say. Phil picked up his microphone and started to sing, "When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do, Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue...." Tears started to build up in Kitty's eyes. Her parents are NEVER going to believe this! And what's' more, this WAS her favourite song! 10 minutes later, Phil Collins had wished the audience goodnight and he took Kitty's hand and left the stage. -------------------------------------------------- Kitty was exhausted. She knew the party was going to be full of reporters and photographers... She wasn't really looking forward to it. "You know," Phil whispered to Kitty, "these parties are so boring... How about we go and get some champagne?" Kitty agreed and went to walk through the doors to the party. "No, I don't mean in there - I mean somewhere a little private... I'd like to speak to you for a while, I've heard you're one of my biggest fans?" Phil led her through to the dressing room and shut the door behind him. "So, how old are you then?" Kitty felt a shyness tingling all through her body - She couldn't believe Phil Collins was talking to her. "I've just turned 18" "Cool." Phil smiled at Kitty. The room was quiet for a while. Phil got out of his comfy chair and walked over to Kitty. He took held of her arm and told her to stand up. Kitty was a little shocked, but she did it never the less. Her idol was standing before her and she wasn't exactly going to say no! Kitty managed to say a few words, "Do you mind if I kiss you?" She blushed. She had never had to ask anyone before. Her looks would knock anyone out, and they'd be crawling at her feet even if she said hello! Phil didn't even answer. Phil embraced Kitty with his strong arms, and they locked in a deep passionate kiss. Kitty's head started to sway. She didn't know whether it was the champagne, or the fact she was kissing her hero. Still in a locked kissing position, Phil's hand wandered around her back. Kitty was tingling all over. She could feel a bulge building in his trousers. She had a feeling he wanted more, so without asking, she let her hand slip round to the front of her body, and undone his trousers' button and zip. He was so busy kissing her, he didn't even notice his trousers were undone, and she was starting to undo her own. Her jeans had quickly slipped to the floor, and she quietly and carefully stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. As quick as lightening, Kitty dropped down, tugged at Phil's boxer shorts and took his already enlarged cock into her mouth. "Kitty.... What are you...." Phil was shocked, but didn't do anything to stop her. Mmmmmmmmmm He let out a little whimper. Kitty was licking, sucking, kissing and gently biting his solid, wide, 8" penis. She wondered if she could swallow him. She tried, but gagged a little. She kept trying, and eventually, all of his 8" disappeared into her throat. She sucked on it like a young girl with a lollypop. Furiously backwards and forwards, pulling with her hand, sucking, kissing and biting. She took his penis away from her mouth and started to masturbate him. Her mouth wandered to his balls. She took one in her mouth and started to perform a little trick she had read about in one of her magazines... She started humming one of his songs! She could feel his balls tense, so she stopped everything and stood up. Kitty smiled and told him to sit down. He did so without asking any questions. She stepped out of her red, satin thong and slipped her sweater over her head to show Phil her full glory. You could imagine the sight. Her body was beautiful. Creamy white thighs, shaved pubic region, skinny little waist, perky breasts with her nipples erect, delicate neck and shoulders, and then her beautiful face. "You want me?" Kitty asked. All her inhibitions had gone. She wanted him, and there was no way of anyone stopping her. She went and struck a pose on the relax bed in his dressing room. Without another word being mentioned, he removed his shirt and walked over to her. She closed her eyes for a second This is it she thought my intimate night with Phil Collins The next time she opened her eyes, he was there, kissing his way up her shin, passed her thigh and plunged deep with his tongue into her dark, wet and wanting slit. "Oh, Phil!" Kitty announced with a little jump. His tongue rolled around deep inside her... She could feel his nose pushing against her clit as his tongue prodded her deep inside. She was wet... Soaking if not anything else... She wanted him there and then... She was going to get him... Phil kissed her shaven pubic region, her stomach, suckled on her nipples for a while and then BANG! He pushed his meat deep inside her with one hefty shove. "Uh!" Kitty whispered. She was getting everything she had ++++ever wanted. Phil pounded his meat back and forth, thrusting hard and deep inside her. She was smiling, but couldn't show it - She was going to heaven, and she didn't even know it. Thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster, Phil pumped away inside her pussy, wanting to hear her scream.... "Don't worry..." Phil started saying, "these walls are soundproofed for my practises" She was starting to get a tingling sensation all over her body... Nothing was happening though... Phil pumped as hard as he could - He wanted her to have everything he was worth... All in one blow.... "Yes, yeah, yeah..." Phil's balls tensed up, his juices were starting to flow, and he pushed deep into her harder, harder.... "Harder, Phil... Please, harder!" Kitty was begging him to almost hurt her. That was it, Phil was gone, he pushed four more times and shot his load deep inside her... He wouldn't stop though, although his cock had softened up, he kept pumping away. He knew this was the best bit for girls - When a man has cum and he softens, if he can keep going, that's when the bang of an orgasm kicks in for the woman. He pumped away... Riding her like she was nothing but a dirty little slut... Then that was it, she couldn't take any more... "I'm... I'm... I'M CUMMINGGGGGG........." Kitty screamed. Tidal waves washed around her clit, she wanted this to last forever.... Then something happened to Phil... Although he had already cum, he started to orgasm. They both climaxed, then everything slowed down... They were both totally spent. "Now that's what I really call Another Day in Paradise!!" Phil said, with a slight giggle. Kitty got dressed and left, knowing that she would never get that opportunity again. She didn't care. She had wanted him. And she certainly had him! Another Day in Paradise She sat awkwardly on her feet, naked, gagged and blindfolded. Her wrists and ankles bound from behind with a length of the roughest rope she had ever felt. Her voluptuous tits were tied to make them all the more bulbous and their skin taut; all the better for marking, bruising and bleeding...so Master had told her. Clothes pegs, attached to another length of rope around her neck, pinched her nipples. The anticipation of never knowing what to expect made her already fleshy cunt flaps swell and her cunt so wet, that she almost knelt in her own cum. She was the perfect picture of submission and Ownership. Her mind wandered back to where it all started as she awaited her fate. At first Master used and abused her every few weeks, then as her training progressed, he increased this to regular weekly sessions. A few months later it became almost daily, until last month, when Master announced she was ready for full time Ownership. At last she was finally going to become his, an object to be used just like any other he owned. A thing with no real purpose but to be ready and available for him to use whenever he desired. Without Master she could do nothing. Go nowhere. Was nothing. So it was on a Saturday that Master arranged her Ownership Ceremony. He arrived at exactly 2pm; she was ready as instructed. Naked, squatting on the toy, a cone shaped dildo, that by now her cunt could almost swallow whole. Her nipples and cunt flaps were clamped, as they should be. He had walked up to her and inspected her. She was on the toy as much as was possible without tearing her cunt. He pushed down upon her shoulders, forcing her further down the toy. He flicked the clamps on her nipples, stroked her face and neck. His hands ran down her shoulders and across her tits. She strained forward to his touch. His fingers teased her lips, her mouth opened, how she craved his fingers to suck and lick. But he deliberately kept them just out of her reach. He told her to open her mouth wider, close her eyes and stick out her tongue. She obeyed him without hesitation. It seemed like forever, before she felt something on her tongue, she went to close her mouth around it, but he barked at her to stop and remain still. She did as she was told; he then replaced whatever it was, lightly upon her tongue again. She wasn't sure what it was, maybe his finger, maybe his cock. Whatever it was, she wanted so much, to suck it, to taste it, but then it was gone. She felt cheated; he had teased her, aroused her, without having given her what she so obviously desired. What would he do next? She wouldn't have to wait long for the answer. She felt his tongue lick the top of hers and then her lips. He grabbed her head and passionately kissed her, she responded back with equal passion . Then WHACK! He slapped her, left cheek, WHACK! He slapped her again, right cheek. What... where... what had hit her, who had hit her. She hadn't heard the door open nor the footsteps come toward her... With many more slaps to her face, she only just managed to maintain her balance, 'til he shoved his hard cold fist in her cunt, fisting it, grinding it, then grabbing her already swollen clit. But how could this be, where was the toy? Still disoriented, she questioned herself; How long had she been waiting for him to return. Was it still the same day, it seemed as if many days had passed, had she fallen asleep or ... Then she realised that she had been daydreaming. Their faces are so close she felt his breath as it soothed her stinging face, his finger traced her bottom lip as he continued grinding her cunt. They got closer and closer, her mouth opened a little, her lips parted a little, she anticipated a kiss. She didn't believe she was deserving of a kiss, but she felt it coming, closer...closer... her tongue reached for his, just at that moment he spat in her face - she baulked, sat back on her feet. He laughed. She didn't know what to think or feel, although her cunt seemed to enjoy the humiliation, the betrayal; her heart and mind weren't that confident or sure. The fisting stopped. Footsteps were heard as if leaving, the door is closed, and she was apparently alone again. Left to anticipate what would happen to her next time. Alone, aroused, anxious and waiting, with wrists and ankles bound behind her, blind folded, tits tied and nipples pinched. It wasn't until she had time to recollect her thoughts, that she considered the fact that she had no way of knowing if she had been fisted letalone slapped by her Owner or another. Was it her Master or could it have been a total stranger. Had Master brought someone else with him, to show them his latest plaything? She became anxious yet strangely aroused at the thought of a total stranger making use of her. She remembered back to another time, a night when she was awoken from a sound sleep, blindfolded and violently shoved on the toy, her night clothes torn from her. She thought her cunt had been split in two when he... But was it Master or someone else who had violently shoved her on the toy. Having been pushed down toward the floor it wasn't until she felt the tip of the toy touch her cunt that she realised it was there. She knew it would hurt as she fell to the floor, with him holding her arms she wasn't able to control how fast or hard the toy would ram into her cunt. With a THUMP, her knees hit the floor, her cunt slid down the toy forcing it inside her, deeper than ever. She felt the pain go through her as she cried out. Had it split her in two? Was she bleeding? Before she could say a word, he gagged her, pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists. Now she wouldn't be able to use her arms to help take her weight from the toy. Her legs weren't in the right place to allow her to lift herself off the toy, either. All her weight was forcing it deeper into her. Then she felt her tits being bound; she could feel them swelling immediately, the veins and blood vessels hardening as they were bound tighter and tighter. Before he was finished with her he shoved needles in her tits and cunt and placed headphones over her ears. Now she could neither see, hear nor speak. Then nothing. Was he still there or had he left... But all this was earlier, before the daydream, before she had been slapped out of remembering the day he took Ownership of her. How much earlier, she had no way of knowing. She had lost all sense of time. Her mind was reeling with images of reality and yet what was reality? She wasn't sure anymore. Her cunt and tits ached, her legs and cunt were wet. Was it blood or cunt juice? Was her Master still there or was she alone again? Was it he who had used her or a stranger? Since that first slap there had been nothing, had she imagined the slap? No, she could feel the heat in her cheek; it had to be real. Was who ever slapped her still there? Had he slapped her and left or was he watching her, delighting in her vulnerable state? Then without warning she was shoved from behind, falling forward with no way to stop it. Her tits touched the floor squashing them. She gasped followed by an involuntary scream. She felt the toy being shoved in her cunt as he grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her upon it. He teased her with his finger, she instinctively opened her mouth and felt his half erect cock rest upon her tongue, but it wouldn't remain half erect for long as he thrust it down her throat, with each thrust she was shoved further down the toy the pain of which became intense and overwhelming; her tits ached, her face stung, her mouth drooled, as did her cunt. With the last thrust she tasted his cum, swallowed it, in deed choked on it. He wiped his hand across her mouth, brushed her cheek, she felt his lips lightly touch hers but she was denied a kiss, instead she is slapped so hard she loses her balance, falling sideways as the toy pops out. She is left there, alone, vulnerable and aroused. What she would experience, what she would feel, what she would enjoy or not enjoy, would forever be in the hands of another. This was her life now. Another Day in Paradise She had never seen an ocean such a perfect shade of azure. The sky was blue with no hint of cloud to be seen anywhere, the heat of the sun bore down on them. They had swum around the headland and now stood at a golden sandy cove, perfectly isolated - their haven. He took her hand and gently led her back into the warmth of the ocean, the water swirled around their legs teasing their thighs with its gentle caress. They faced each other and he placed a finger beneath her chin and tipped her face towards him. He leaned lower and kissed her on the lips, his tongue tasting the salt from the ocean. A rivulet of water ran down her neck, and between her cleavage. He traced his fingers along its trail, allowing the back of his hand to rub across her covered nipple. A shiver ran down her spine at his touch, and he slid the straps from her bathing costume down her arms. Her breasts came into view, the large brown nipples crinkly and hard with the effects of the tide during their swim. A drop of sea water perched on the end of each nipple, and he lowered his head, his tongue lapping her erect buds. He slid the costume lower so the whole of her breasts were now uncovered. His hand cupped her and he held her to his lips, sucking gently, taking more of her breast into his mouth. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on the sensations he evoked in her, and the warmth of the sun on her skin. His other hand moved to her bare nipple, and he held it between finger and thumb, rubbing, teasing, and exciting her. She moved her hands to his shorts, and pulled them down beneath the water. He gasped as his cock became naked to the surf. The contact of the sea on his balls, swirling around, having an immediate effect. Her hands dipped beneath the water, and she gripped around his hardness, and began to manipulate his cock, in the way she knew he loved. A groan escaped from his lips and he sucked harder on her nipple, tugging it into his mouth, his teeth raking across the sensitive tip. He pulled her costume down further, sliding it across her hips, her smooth skin now exposed. His hand dropped lower, and he cupped her mound, her legs parted instinctively at his touch, and she felt his finger slide across her clit. His fingers moved to her lips, and he held her open. She could feel the erotic movement of the water against her, and breathed deeply, afraid she would cum. His fingers gently stroked her pussy, and he slid one finger deep inside her. She rubbed herself against his hand - her hand still surrounding his cock, his foreskin now fully retracted. She knew he would be giving himself totally to the feel of the water surrounding his sensitive glans, now fully exposed. They stood like this for several minutes, enjoying the pleasure the other was giving. She wondered if they were alone or perhaps if someone should chance along and witness their lovemaking. They waded towards the beach, stopping at a spot where the water just lapped around their feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers entangled in his hair, and pulled him to her lips, as he slid his hands around her waist, and succumbed to her hungry kiss. He could feel her urgency as her tongue probed into his mouth. His cock was sandwiched firmly between them. He could feel the smoothness of her stomach against his rigid member, and pushed himself into her, her softness engulfing him. He lay down on the wet sand at the point where the waves teased the beach, stretching out to his full length. His legs were slightly apart and the current eased against his balls. She straddled him, her knees in the water, and positioned herself above his cock. She held him firmly in her hand, and rubbed his exposed glans along the length of her salty cunt. He groaned deeply and shielded his eyes from the burning sun. She sank lower and allowed just the tip of his cock to enter her. Then smiling, she pulled away and rubbed him across her slit once more. Her head was tilted back and her wet hair hung down across her breasts. She positioned him at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly took his length inside her. Her warm, deep, channel enveloping him. He moved his hands to her waist and held her tight not allowing any movement, just the throbbing of his cock inside her cunt to excite them. She began to rock her body on him, a forwards and backwards motion, his cock bending inside her. With each forward shift, she could feel her clit rubbing against his cock, and her lust was building to a crescendo. He moved his hand to her pussy and stretched her lips wide, his thumb positioned over her clit, applying pressure with each motion her body made. He watched the _expression on her face, and gave himself to her completely. He knew he would soon explode inside her, as he writhed with total abandon on the wet sand. She began to ride up and down on him; her cunt lips wrapped around him, every wet sound fuelling their lust. With each downward thrust she ground into his body. He felt like she was swallowing him with her pussy, every part of him disappearing into her warm, red hole. His fingers found her nipples, and he pulled and tugged. She was so close to cumming, and his fingers on her breasts tipped her over the edge, she screamed out as the delicious tingle coursed through her, every nerve ending crying out for more. She forced herself down on his cock, and he ejaculated inside her. He felt the warm water against his balls as he emptied himself into her. His whole body now stretched and rigid with the force of the spasm that surged through him. She fell forward onto his chest, and his hand stroked her hair, both totally satisfied and exhausted. They lay like this until he softened inside her, and his cum drizzled out of her, covering his balls with his sticky fluid. She sat on the beach beside him, and gently scooped handfuls of sea water over his balls, washing away the last vestige of their sex. They kissed deeply, and then retrieved their swim wear from the edge of the beach, before heading back the way they had come. Another day for you and me in paradise. Another Day in Paradise This story begins with a previous submission, "Caught!" I woke up the next morning, having slept like a baby. Although the sex the night before didn't quite fulfill my fantasies, I was very satisfied with the turn of events. My wife did everything she could to make me happy and, for the most part, she did a great job. I really couldn't complain but I still wanted to get my hands and mouth on a hard cock. My wife was in the kitchen making coffee. "Hi, hon. Did you sleep well?" she said with her usual early morning cheeriness. Now most of the time, I find her upbeat outlook a little too much first thing in the morning but there in front of me was the woman who worked very hard at making me happy the night before. If I wanted to continue in the right direction I had to be equally as cheery. "You were absolutely outstanding last night. If I didn't thank you then, I need to thank you now. Thanks!" I put my arms around her and gave her a big hug and a deep kiss, something I haven't done in years unless it was in the bedroom. "It was my pleasure!" We had our coffee together with what seemed to be a new beginning in our lives, or at least our sex lives. The sex continued to be absolutely fabulous. Our pillow talk always included some of my fantasy about having sex with a guy. She was really good about that because she knew it heightened my excitement and the more excited I was, the better the sex was going to be for her. It was all good but I still had "the penis of Damocles" hanging over my head. I still wanted some dick. A month had gone by and it was time to plan our winter vacation. We usually rented the same villa in St. Martin for a week or so every year where we could relax and read and fuck and just chill out. I liked to cook so renting a house allowed us to eat in a lot. Nothing like a dinner on the deck by candlelight with the Caribbean waves making beautiful music. Otherwise, we'd drive into Grand Case for gourmet dinners as good as anywhere on the planet. Right down the road from Grande Case is Orient Beach, one of the best nude beaches anywhere. We'd been to the nude beach once or twice but only as voyeurs. I thought that our next vacation should be a little bit different. I reserved a bungalow at Club Orient but I didn't tell my wife. Another month passed and we found ourselves in the cab taking us to the airport for what I knew was going to be a spectacular vacation. My wife was all charged up about getting away from the harsh New England winter. She couldn't wait until we got off the plane at Princess Juliana Airport in St. Martin. I knew how she felt. We landed in St. Martin without a problem. I napped for most of the flight so it didn't seem that long. As soon as I put my foot down on the tarmac getting off the plane and felt the 84o temperature, every bit of anxiety left my body. I looked at the big shit-eating grin on my wife's face and knew that her head was in the same place mine was. We got our luggage and headed for the rental car office. I always hated this part of a vacation. I was wasting away valuable chill time doing mundane things like picking up the rental car. I wanted to be at our destination. We finally got the car and we were on our way. "This isn't the way to the house," my wife said with a little bit of annoyance in her voice. "I know, I know. I have a surprise," I replied. "A surprise, coming from you?" I really wasn't one for spontaneity or surprises, particularly since I didn't like surprises myself. Minutes later we were at the road that led into Orient Beach and Club Orient. "What are we doing here?" "Every year we rent the same house. I thought this year we could do something different. I rented a bungalow at Club Orient. Come on. Go with the flow. We're going to have an awesome time." "But I've never been naked in front of anybody but you and my doctor. I don't know if I'm happy about this. I'm completely shaved, and, my body--" "Neither have I. So what? We don't know anybody here and even if we did, they would be naked, too. So what's the big deal? Let's make the best of it. C'mon, we'll have a great time." "Ok,ok. We'll go for the max!" I liked her attitude. We checked in and we were brought to our bungalow. It was a freestanding cottage with a deck on the beach side with over-sized chairs and umbrellas. Inside, there was a kitchenette and sitting area and a bedroom with a king-sized bed. The bathroom had a large Jacuzzi and a shower big enough for 4-6 people. All in all, the accommodations were perfect. "It's now or never!! Let's check out the beach." It was 85o and sunny. I stripped off my tee shirt and my shorts. I pulled off my g-string underwear and wrapped a towel around my waist. My wife took her top off and her shorts and was standing in front of me in a flimsy bra and pair of barely-there tiny panties. With a look of trepidation on her face, she took off her bra exposing her very impressive 34C breasts with 2" areoles and ½" nipples that were quite turgid. She pulled her panties down and kicked them across the floor. "Are you happy now?" she asked with a tone that implied I was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. I threw her a towel, which she wrapped, around her chest so her breasts were covered. "No, no, no. We're here to uncover, not to cover up." "I'll take it off when we get to the beach, OK?" I grabbed her hand and we walked out onto the sand. We were only a few yards from the beach. We could see a bunch of people milling around near the beach bar and hundreds of people walking up and down the beach, or lying on blankets or lounges. There were two things in common with everybody we saw. They were naked and they were wearing sunglasses. After all, sunglasses are standard equipment on a nude beach. How else are you going to be able to check everybody out without staring? As we stepped onto the beach, I took my towel off and threw it over my shoulder. There I was in all my glory. I had forgotten about the fact that I kept only a little landing strip above my dick. I looked around quickly and was immediately put at ease. Out there on the beach were guys that were completely shaved, guys with landing strips, and guys with full bushes. There were guys with no body hair and some guys that looked like bears. In other words, there was something of everything. Old and young, big thick dicks, long thin dicks, short dicks, cut and uncut, young and old. There were too many different ones and I was ready to look at every one of them. My wife was completely shaved. She certainly wasn't conspicuous. Almost every woman we saw, no matter what the age, was either fully shaved or had some kind of small landing strip. Don't get me wrong. I love pussy, too. I especially love to eat out a good pussy The same thing could be said about pussies. Who knew that there were that many variations of vaginas? Bald as could be, landing strips in more shapes and sizes than imaginable. There were cunts with no lips showing, just cameltoes. There were cunts with big labia, both inner and outer, hanging out. There were women whose clits were enormous, looking like small penises. The number of piercings I saw shocked me. Nipple rings and barbells, vertical hood piercings, rings through the clitoral hood, multiple labia ornaments. Tattoos were in abundance as well. I wish my wife would get a piercing or two. Maybe a one nipple and a vertical clit hood. We walked the beach holding hands, giving each other a squeeze when we saw something that excited us. I was impressed by the squeezing my hand was getting every time we walked by a really hot looking girl with big tits and a shaved pussy. She seemed very focused on women who were completely shaved. I, on the other hand, was giving her a squeeze when I saw a big hanging cock that was either trimmed or shaved. No matter what, we were both enjoying ourselves, my wife way more than she expected. Her nudity was definitely no longer an issue. I took a quick look at her pussy and her lips, which are always hanging out, seemed swollen, as if she was excited. My own cock was just a little chubbed up which I didn't mind at all. We walked all the way down the beach and back. The warmth of the sun on our bodies was so therapeutic. I asked my wife if she wanted to stop at the bar for a drink before we walked back to our bungalow. She agreed that a nice adult beverage would really hit the spot. We walked over to the bar where I ordered a couple of drinks. Everybody at the bar was smiling, having the time of their lives. I had some heavy eye contact with a guy at the bar, who looked like he was about my age, maybe a little younger. He had a naked woman at his side, so I could only fantasize about his reason for the lingering gaze. Maybe I would find out later. Before we left the bar, the guy gave me a wink. I responded with a little nod. "Let's take our drinks and sit on our deck. We can do some more people-watching," I suggested to my wife. Yeah, let's." We made our way back to our bungalow, which was under a big palm tree. I welcomed the shade. There were a couple of comfortable chairs each big enough for two on the deck on which I spread our towels and we sat down. There was a little table in between the chairs with a candle on it. We put our drinks down. My wife reached over and gave me the type of wet kiss that said, "I'm really horny!!" "Thanks honey for bringing me here. Had I known that we were coming here when we were at home, I don't think I would have come. Now I see how sorry I would have been. I'm sorry that we didn't come here sooner." The chairs were set a slight angle from each other, so I could see my wife's crotch. As she relaxed, her legs spread apart. Her pussy lips were stuck to her inner thighs so, with her legs spread, I could see the inside of her cunt and it was wet, very wet! At the bottom of her slit, her juice had pooled. It looked like there was at least a tablespoon of juice that was about to roll down over her asshole onto the chair. I couldn't let that nectar go to waste. I dropped to my knees and stuck my tongue right under that creamy dollop and sucked it right in. There were people walking by our cabana and I'm sure somebody saw my head between my wife's legs. I licked upwards and gave her swollen clit a quick suck. Before she could say anything, I was back in my chair. She had a huge smile on her face and I had her juice all over mine. We sipped on our drinks and watched the people go by. The sun was starting to sink into the Caribbean. Our drinks were almost empty when I saw the guy with whom I had the eye contact walking towards our cabana. The woman with him, the one that was next to him at the bar, was a very attractive blonde, probably in her late 40's, with a rubenesque figure. She was very curvy, with a big set of tits. She had wide hips and her pussy was completely shaved. Her skin was tight. I don't think that there was a wrinkle on her. The bright gold hoops through her nipples and the hoop through the hood of her clitoris emphasized her deep tan. Each hoop had a gold chain hanging from it, about 2 inches long. The chain from the clit piercing rested in the slit between her puffy labia, an enjoyable characteristic that she shared with my wife. The man was in reasonably good shape for his age, about 5' 11" and 190 pounds. He wasn't muscular but there was no real flab on him. His skin was a deep tan and his cock was completely shaved, something he and I had in common. They were an attractive couple. Each had a captivating smile that made them very appealing. They looked like people you'd want to get to know. "Didn't I see you down at the bar?" the man said. "My name is Jack, and this is my wife, Juli." I was almost shocked at how forward he was in introducing himself and then I remembered his wink. I could tell that he was a man on a mission. Thank God for the sunglasses I was wearing. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. It was beautiful. "You guys look like you're new here. Maybe we can offer you some help in settling in." I looked at my wife and I could see by the look on her face that she was very receptive to Jack's suggestion. "That would be great. C'mon and sit down." Jack and Juli stepped onto our little deck. Juli sat down next to my wife and immediately crossed her legs into a lotus position. It made for a great view. Her pussy lips were spread apart exposing the inside of her cunt which appeared to be very wet. Jack sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee. "You know who we are but we don't know your names." We introduced ourselves and gave Jack and Juli a quick background, you know, where we were from and what we did. The fact is, in a place like Orient Beach, it doesn't matter where you're from or what you did. All that matters is that your there. We sat and chatted about meaningless shit until we all realized that our drinks were empty. Jack suggested that he and I could go gets some drinks and the girls could talk their "girl talk." My wife immediately responded that she could definitely use another drink. Juli agreed that another libation was in order. Jack and I headed down towards the bar, leaving the girls to become more acquainted. "They look like they're becoming fast friends, don't you think?" Jack said with a big smile. "It seems that way," I replied. "Is this your first time here? Well, if it is, you can have the time of your life. One of things that I've noticed is that everybody looks at everybody. You know what I mean? After all, half the people here are guys and they can't all be looking at just the girls. There's plenty of guys checking out other guys. They may be doing it for comparison and they may be doing it for interest. I know that I've come to appreciate the beauty of a nice looking cock. If I say anything that offends you, just let me know." "So far, I'm not offended. I can understand completely what you're saying. I myself don't mind looking at a well-hung guy, knowing what he's going to be doing with his dick since I will probably be doing the same" "You know, I got a sense that you and I had something in common. Anyway, my wife and I have been here many times and, when you take into consideration the ambiance of 'free spirit' that this place has, you find yourself willing to do things here that you would never do at home. Well, I really shouldn't say that because, sooner or later, if you like doing something here, you want to do it at home as well." Jack was a talker. I really had nothing to say so I nodded in agreement and listened. "The older I've gotten, the more curious I've become. It was a couple of years ago that Juli and I were here and we made the acquaintance of another couple, Matt and Melissa. We spent most of our vacation partying with them and most of the time we were well buzzed. One night we were all feeling no pain from the medicinal benefit of many doses of adult beverages. We were sitting outside and we were all naked. Matt and Melissa started making out hot and heavy. Juli and I sat there, at first a little stunned, but then we looked at each other, smiled, and decided to just relax and watch the show. They were really going at it. Matt had a good solid 7" erection, which Melissa was sucking on like there was no tomorrow." "In all honesty, I was watching Matt more than I was watching Melissa. Evidently, she noticed that I was staring at her husband's equipment because she looked at me with a big smile, and asked me if I wanted a piece of the action. Juli put her hand on my back and gave me a gentle push forward. I didn't need her to tell me what she wanted to see. I got down on my knees and took Matt's dick in my mouth. It was the first time that I had a dick in my mouth, but it seemed so natural." "The head was unlike anything I'd ever felt. I had the same piece of equipment and I know what makes me feel good. I used my tongue to slowly massage the glans and the frenulum. At the same time, I was tasting Melissa's saliva. I didn't have to worry about whether there was any pre-cum because she had certainly taken care of that. His balls were shaved and his pubes were trimmed really short. As I slowly toyed with the head of his penis, I took in his musky aroma. It was intoxicating. I could see myself on my knees sucking my first cock. Just the image of it made me rock hard. I was making love to his penis as if I was making love to my own. I had the head of Matt's cock in my mouth without a problem but I wanted more. I pushed my mouth down on him but could only get about 4" in before I couldn't take any more. "I decided that I would concentrate on the head, as if I were concentrating on Juli's clit when I ate her out. I stroked the underside with my tongue, creating as much friction as I could. I sucked on it and went up and down, taking about 2" into my mouth. I did this with a steady rhythm until I felt the head swell slightly. One thing that was really good was that Matt didn't try to force-feed me his cock. He just let me do what I wanted to do. Nice and easy. With the great buzz I had going, I was totally focused on giving the best head I could. He gently tapped me on the shoulder and asked Yes or No? Without taking my mouth off his cock, I nodded in the affirmative. I know what Matt was asking. He wanted to know if he could cum in my mouth. The answer was a resounding yes. I wanted it all. If I was going to suck dick then I wanted to swallow cum!! "Matt's hips started to move almost involuntarily as his orgasm began to build. I felt his dick pulsating and then, although I knew it was going to happen, I took my first shot of cum with a little bit of surprise. I tasted it for a second or two and swallowed it. No sooner was my mouth empty, two more spurts of cum filled my mouth. I kept sucking on him, waiting for whatever he had left. When he stopped cumming, I swirled his seed around my mouth to make sure I got every taste of it and then I swallowed his load. I got up and sat down next to my wife. Her face was flushed. I knew by looking at her that she was as excited as hell. "Juli told me it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She put her hands on my cheeks, pulled me to her and stuck her tongue down my throat. Our tongues wrestled for a couple of minutes as we tried to devour each other. We separated and she told me how good I tasted. It was obvious that she was tasting Matt's cum. We were both so turned on from my new experience. We sat there looking at Matt and Melissa, our new friends. Melissa asked Matt if there was something he needed to do. Matt smiled, got up and knelt down in front of me pushing my legs apart. My dick was at half-mast as Matt took it in his mouth. This was the first blowjob I'd ever gotten from a man. My cock hardened up as Matt took the whole thing in. Here was a man with experience. He deepthroated my rod without any effort at all. Juli helped out by playing with my nipples as she watched Matt intently. It only took a couple of minutes and I blew my load down Matt's throat. There wasn't a drop of cum left in me. Matt looked up at me and smiled broadly. "Matt got up off his knees and sat down next to Melissa. She looked at him and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Matt still had some of my cum in his mouth and he let it drip onto Melissa's tongue. She looked over at Juli and me and, with a big smile on her face, swallowed what Matt had deposited. The four of us just sat there and began to laugh. We were all in a state of euphoria. A new door had certainly opened for me. I really enjoyed giving head and certainly enjoyed getting it. It was all about the pleasure. We all knew from that moment that we were going to have a great vacation!!" Jack's story had gone right to my crotch. I was all chubbed up from imagining the scene as Jack described it to me. Thank God the sun had gone down. My state of tumescence was at least shrouded by the darkness of evening. We got to the bar, ordered our drinks, and walked back to the cabana. I was fascinated my Jack's story and fantasized myself in the same situation. I told him that it was a great story and I could easily see how it could happen. Another Day in Paradise In the mean time, while Jack and I were getting the drinks, Juli and my wife were talking about their relationships, or should I say as I found out later, Juli was telling my wife about her relationship with Jack. My wife told Juli that she thought our relationship was changing because I was looking at things on the internet that weren't part of our current sex life. It might have been the alcohol talking but my wife told Juli about my interest in men. "I've found that it's very important for me to keep Jack happy," Juli said. "He's at the age when he's looking at younger women and thinking about their willingness to do things sexually that we, at our age, might not even consider. And I know he reads a lot of erotica from the Literotica website. I've looked at what he reads. He looks at anal, gay, loving wives, and mature categories. In fact, he reads stories from almost every category. He focuses on stories with anal sex, men/men, creampies, and exhibitionism. I've learned a lot about what turns him on by reading some of the stories and, to tell you the truth, the stories have turned me on as well. "I mean, after all, anal sex is considered birth control by a lot of younger women and oral sex isn't even sex at all! When we were coming up, oral was something only "dirty girls" did, and anal was absolutely out of the question!! If we even spoke about it, we were told that that's an 'out hole' not an 'in hole.' And if you ask most men, they'll tell you blowjobs stopped the day they got married. I don't want my man going any place else for his pleasure and satisfaction. When Jack said looking at women with piercings stimulated him, I went out and got my nipples and my clit hood pierced. Oh my God, was he shocked when I showed him my new piercings. I knew that he wasn't going to be looking any place else for excitement. At first, I did it for him but once it was done, it really turned me on knowing my nips and clit were pierced. Jack loves anal sex. The whole thing intimidated me until I convinced myself that everything would be OK and Jack would never hurt me. Now, there's many a night I ask Jack to fuck my ass when he doesn't even have sex on his mind. A good anal fucking is so hot and my orgasms are unbelievable. "In the past couple of years, Jack developed an interest in men as well, or should I say, he developed an interest in cock. Maybe it's an age thing, or even an expression of boredom. At first, I thought it might be a threat to our relationship but then I saw it was less a deviance and more an interest or curiosity in just another variation of sex. If Jack wanted to suck cock or have a guy suck his cock, and he was coming home to me, and telling me about it, then I needed to use it for our mutual satisfaction. Eventually we worked on creating situations where I could watch Jack suck cock and get turned on by it because I knew, at the end of the day, he was still all mine and the cocksucking was just another thing that added to our repertoire and our excitement. "I've been giving Jack blowjobs almost from the day we first met. Actually it was the second time we were together that I blew him. We've always kissed after we came off. Many times I finished him off with a blowjob after I'd already come. I love the taste of cum and always swallowed but there have been times when I still had some of Jack's cum in my mouth when we kissed so Jack got a surprise snowball. When he told me that he wanted to eat his cum out of my pussy after we fucked, I didn't think it was so strange. He knew what his cum tasted like. When he told me he wanted to eat his cum mixed with my pussy juice, how could I say no? When he does it I'm guaranteed extra orgasms. Whatever he's learned about from reading sexy stories, I'm willing to try because I know he loves me and I love him. In other words, if you want to keep your man focused on you, you have to focus on him first. Go with the flow, don't get in its way." "Has Jack ever asked you do something you didn't want to do and what about if you didn't like something after you did it?" "Honey, this is where loves comes into the picture. Jack knows enough about me and cares enough about me that that's never happened. You see, we communicate not only with words but also with body language and other silent signals. If we're watching porno and I see something he really likes, I'll make note of it. If it looks like I wouldn't like to do what we're watching, I'll let him know. A negative facial expression or a word or two that expresses my opinion is usually all it takes to make the point. If we do something that doesn't bring complete satisfaction to both of us, it's very unlikely that we'll ever do it again. We get into some pretty kinky things. I'm totally comfortable with Jack blowing a guy or getting fucked by one. If he wants to blow someone or fuck another guy, I hope I'll be there to watch. I'll have sex with a woman while Jack watches. The pleasure is for both of us. It'll only make our own sex that much more exciting. We're loyal to each other. I don't want another man and he doesn't want another woman. We don't swap if you're thinking that's the direction I'm going in. We'd rather watch you and your man get it on. It may not work for everybody but it works for us." "You've certainly told me just about everything there is to know about you and Jack. I can see a lot of similarities in Jack and my husband. I think you've given me a wake-up call in how to make our relationship even better than it is. I've got some work to do and I'm looking forward to it. Hey, here come the guys with our drinks. Let's keep this conversation between us for the moment. I mean, you can tell Jack about it but I want the results of our talk to be a surprise from my husband." "Not a problem, sweetie." "Hi ladies! Did you miss us?" Jack said with a wink and that great smile of his. "Not as much as you think!" Juli responded quickly. "We had a very interesting conversation," my wife said. "You know, girl talk." The sun had set. We decided to call room service and have some finger food delivered so we could sit and talk. Nobody was really interested in getting up and doing anything. We sat by candlelight and talked, ordering some appetizers from room service. We ate and drank and talked for a couple of hours. Jack sat next to Juli and had his arm draped over her shoulder. He played with her pierced nipple in a very relaxed way, like just because it was there. Juli had her hand lying on his cock and would give it a little tug and a playful squeeze. I had my hand on my wife's smooth crotch and put a finger in her cunt. She was extremely wet. Everybody started yawning at the same time so all we decided to call it a day and meet again in the morning and spend the day together. Juli gave me and my wife kisses and my wife kissed Jack. There was nothing particularly sexual about the kisses. Just people acknowledging a new friendship. Jack and Juli left to go to their cottage and my wife and I went into ours. I went into the bathroom to pee and just wash up from the day's heat. When I came out of the bathroom, I found my wife laying on the bed, surrounded by candles, her fingers toying with her nipples, a slightly glazed look on her face. As my eyes adjusted to the candlelight, I spotted our travel bottle of Wet lubricant on the night table. It was then that I realized my wife had a pillow under her hips and her ass was in the air. Her legs were apart and I thought I saw the glint of some lube between her legs. I knew that her cunt was very wet earlier but this was more than just her juice running down to her ass. As I got closer to the bed I could see that her brown eye was coated with the slick lube. "Fuck my ass now!" my wife ordered with a very firm but sensuous tone. "Don't you want a some foreplay to get ready?" Any time in the past that we've done anal there was always a buildup to it, a lot of pussy-licking and usually some rimming followed by some finger insertion. It was only then that I might get the heads-up for anal intercourse. I knelt down on the bed between her legs and reached up to play with her breasts. "I can take care of my own tits. Fuck my ass!" Her tone was stern and demanding. I was shocked by her behavior but wasn't going to argue with her. I grabbed the bottle of Wet and put some on my very stiff cock. I pushed her legs apart so I could get a better target. I rested my dick against her asshole and pushed forward. There was very little resistance. She was very relaxed and willing to receive. The head of my prick went easily in past her outer sphincter. Getting past her inner sphincter would be the challenge. Again, there was very little opposition to my efforts. I was now about a third of the way to full penetration. My wife's eyes were closed as she toyed with her nipples, alternately pinching them and then massaging them with her fingertips. Her action went from soft to hard and back again. "Honey—" She quickly put a hand over my mouth and told me "No talking, just fucking!" With that she moved her hips forward and took another two inches into her ass. She moaned in a low deep growl expressing her obvious pleasure from my dick in her ass. "Put it in all the way but do it nice and slowly. I want to feel each fraction of an inch as it goes in." She was in charge. There was no doubt about it. I pushed forward as she asked, in a slow and easy manner. Within a few seconds I was all the way in, my pubic bone pressing against her swollen wet cunt. "Now pull your dick all the way out except for the head and put it all the way back in. Do it slowly so I can feel every bit of movement." Her commands were almost whispers. I did as she ordered, drawing my rock hard cock out just far enough so her outer sphincter had a grip on its head. I paused for just a second and I could feel her sphincter muscles squeezing my dick. As I pushed back in, she slowly rotated her hips, which had to have intensified the feeling for her. She was really working it!! She was a different woman. I didn't know what to make of it. As a good a time as I was having, it was all about her. Our cottage filled with the sweet aromas from the candles that surrounded our king-size bed. The sliding door that looked out onto our little deck and the hotel path was open except for the screen. We could hear people walking by on their way to the restaurant or bar. Most of them were barely dressed, the women in sheer tops and short short skirts, the men in gauze or linen pants or shorts. I'd bet there was a pair of panties or underwear on any of them. If anybody looked in, they might be able to make out the forms of two people having the time of their lives bathed in soft candlelight. I kept up a nice even pace, pulling my dick out and then so slowly inserting back in. The lube had somewhat thinned creating a nice friction. My wife has never asked for more lube so I assume that she like the feeling of the head of my penis rubbing against the inside of her rectum. She was massaging her clit with one hand and pulling and squeezing her outer labia with the other. Her breathing was very rhythmic except every minute or two it would speed up as she had orgasm after orgasm. At the same time, her anus would pulsate, transmitting her feelings to my cock. Our bodies were covered with lusty sweat. I started to pick up the pace because I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. "I can't take any more. I've cum so many times I've lost count. Fuck me as hard as you want. Cum in my ass!" My wife brought her hands up to my nipples and started pinching them, something she knew would bring me to the edge. I quickened my pace and pounded her ass. It didn't take more than a minute before I started to cum. It felt like my cock blew up to twice its normal size. I kept up my thrusting as my dick released squirt after squirt of my man juice. Now I was the one who was grunting and groaning. When I thought there was no more left in me, I just fell forward on top of my wife with my dick still in her ass. She pushed me off and I lay down next to her, my head against the headboard. "Anything left in there for me?" she asked as she put her hand around my cock and brought her mouth down on the head. She took half my cock in her mouth and sucked on it. This was unbelievable! We always see ass-to-mouth in the porno that we watch. I didn't think she knew how much it turned me on to watch some chick take the dick that had just been in her ass and put it in her mouth. If there was any cum left in me, she certainly sucked it all out but what was really amazing is that I was starting to get hard again. "No more for me. I'm going to sleep. Good night!" She reached up to kiss me good night. In a split second I had to make a decision. Knowing my wife, it wasn't going to be a peck on the lips. Especially after what we just did. What the hell! We'd been married for so long, God knows where our mouths have been before we kissed. We've swapped spit and cum. I've rimmed her so many times and stuck my tongue in her ass every time and I was still alive and never caught anything. Several times I've even eaten an anal creampie, or as the urban dictionary says, felched her ass. A deep loving kiss was, at the very least, something she deserved. However, the thought of doing it was just making my dick harder. We kissed in a fervent embrace and she rolled over to go to sleep. "Thank you, Honey," I whispered. She was already asleep. There I sat in the bed with a very hard throbbing penis between my legs. It wasn't going to go away by itself. What was I going to do? I could rub one out and then what? I really wasn't that sleepy so I got out of bed and went out onto our little deck. My wife was dead to the world. I don't think a bomb going off would have awakened her. It was about 2 in the morning and the temperature outside was in the 70's. There were still some people out there, stumbling back from the bar. The moonlight offered a really sensual kind of light, bright enough to create defined shadows but still maintain the anonymity of darkness. I sat there contemplating what to do with my very turgid erection. "Hey, is that a medical condition or are you just happy to see me?" I was kind of in a state of euphoria, not really totally focused on what was going on around me. If anything I was fantasizing about my "plight." I was startled by the voice that was obviously directed towards me. I turned and, out of the shadows, Jack walked towards me. I came out of my cloud, looked down at my hard-on, and was immediately embarrassed. I'm sure I was blushing a bright red, but Thank God, the darkness covered it up. My dick quickly began to lose its tumescence. "What are you doing out so late, Jack?" "Well, after Juli and I left you, we went back to our cottage and fucked our brains out. I wasn't ready to go to sleep, so I went down to the bar to hang out and people-watch. A few drinks, some conversation, then a lot of flirting with whom ever would listen and before you know it, the bar closed. Time to call it a day, although I'm still not that tired. What's your story? Why are you sitting out here?" "Jack, as you know, we parted company earlier, thinking that we were going to go to sleep, you know, end of a long day, a lot of drinking, so on and so forth. I went into the bathroom and when I came out, my wife was on the bed with her legs spread apart and a bottle of lube on the end table. The first words out of her mouth were a command to fuck her ass. When I suggested some foreplay to warm things up, she told me that she would handle that and I should just fuck her ass as I was told. Jack, fucking her ass is my absolute favorite thing and it doesn't happen often enough as far as I'm concerned. It's always my goal, but I usually wait for her to ask for it. I've never insisted on it. I was really surprised that the only thing she wanted me to do was fuck her ass. She was incredible. I fucked her ass for at least a half-hour. After I came in her, she sucked the last few drops of cum out of my cock in an ass-to-mouth move worthy of the best porn flick I've ever seen. I was a freakin' dream come true, like I died and gone to heaven." "She kept sucking my cock and it started to get hard again. She said that she had had enough and she was going to sleep. She kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat. I could taste my cum in her mouth. It was especially hot knowing that I came in her ass then she went down on me and now I was swapping spit with her after she did ass-to-mouth. After the kiss, she turned over and basically passed out. She's in there now, dead to the world. I was left with a raging hard-on, my brain filled with thoughts about what had just happened. I was trying to figure out what brought it on. Why was she so demanding about getting her ass fucked when usually it's something that may or may not happen? It was something I never would have expected." "So, what you're telling me is that fucking your wife's ass is your favorite thing to do and that's what your wife wanted you to do without you having to ask her?" Jack asked with a look on his face that wasn't at all quizzical but looked more like he already knew the answer to the question. Before I could respond to his query, Jack gave me what he thought was the answer, or should I say, the reason why he thinks things happened the way they did. "While we were getting the drinks, Juli and your wife were talking girl-talk. Now that can be about clothes, or cosmetics, or kids but I'll bet you dollars to donuts they were talking about sex. In a place like this, when virtually every body is walking around naked and pheromones hang heavy in the air, women only talk about sex. Now, let me ask you a question." "Go ahead," I was really intrigued. "Have you given your wife any indication that you might be 'going off the reservation?'" " "Well, right before we came here, my wife caught me looking at some porn that wasn't quite the usual stuff we look at together." "It wasn't kiddy porn or bestiality or anything bizarre, was it? "No, It was some gay porn. I've just found myself fantasizing about men. You know, what it would be like to suck a cock or get fucked in the ass. I think it's probably part of some kind of mid-life crisis. We've been having the same old sex for so long although it's become a little bit more interesting lately. It took a long time before my wife would even let me stick a finger in her ass and I never thought she would ever let me rim her. Toys have also found their way into our bedroom on a more frequent basis. Anyway, I was totally surprised by her reaction. I thought she would have gone ballistic but instead, she accepted my fantasy as something legitimate and said that who knows what the future will bring. Maybe it can happen and she'd like to be a part of it. I was floored." As I spoke to Jack, my penis, which had begun to deflate, started to harden. Although I wasn't fully hard, I was certainly showing a little wood. "Juli and I had a similar situation about the exact same thing, my interest in guys. Her immediate reaction wasn't quite the same but it wasn't negative either. All I know is that from then on, she has offered herself for every bit of kink and fetish that has ever crossed my mind and, much like your wife, without my having to beg or plead. She's even let me indulge my fantasies with men saying as long as I come home at night and give her what she wants, she doesn't have a problem. This all began about three years ago. I finally asked her what changed. She said she got some advice from somebody wiser than she that said if your significant other gets what he or she wants at home, they wouldn't be looking elsewhere for it. Sounds like Juli might have passed on that wisdom to your wife." Another Day in Paradise "Could be, Jack. I still can't wait to see if I'll be able to act on my fantasies." "Buddy, you can do that right now. I'm ready willing and able to help you on that score," Jack said with a shit-eating grin on his face pointing to what looked like about seven inches of hard flesh between his legs. I looked down at his shorts and saw his erection sticking out of the bottom. Jack was uncut. His foreskin was pulled halfway back and I could see the purple head of his cock with its one eye looking at me. "I've been where you are right now, my friend. I had a choice, too. I could've walked away with my fantasy staying just that. Something that I only thought about. Or I could make my dream come true. I made the right choice then. Are you going to make the right choice now?" We had been sitting opposite each other while we talked. I moved and sat next to Jack and put a hand on his thigh. "I want to do this more than anything but I'm nervous and scared and very excited all at the same time." My cock was throbbing so much it was almost painful. Jack stood up, pulled his shorts off, and sat back down. His erection was beautiful; the head of his prick was totally engorged with blood. He put a hand around his cock and slid his foreskin up over the head and then pulled it back. He did it several times with a slow even stroke. He was teasing me. I didn't want him to bring himself off although I knew he really had no intention to pleasure himself to completion, not when there was a willing fellator ready to take care of his needs "It's all yours, my friend. Do with it as you wish," Jack said with a tone of bravado, something you might hear in an old swashbuckling movie. I got down on my knees between his legs. With my hands rubbing his thighs, I kissed the head of his penis. I couldn't taste anything just using my lips so I licked him with my tongue. The initial flavor was salty, probably from sweat. After all, we were in the tropics. With my tongue I massaged his glans penis, the top part of the head of the penis, because I knew from my own experience that's the most sensitive part. When I jerked off, I always concentrate on the glans for the most intense feelings. I wanted to get the most out of this new adventure, so I did everything very slowly. I was making a recording in my brain that I would be able to watch over and over again. I looked up at Jack's face and our eyes met. He smiled, moaned, and leaned back, making himself more comfortable. As he leaned back, his hips slipped forward, allowing me even better access to his raging hard-on. I opened my mouth to take his cock in. Giving a good first blowjob is not an easy task. I pushed down on his cock, opening my mouth as wide as I could, trying to make sure that my teeth didn't get in the way. I got about three inches of his cock in my mouth and that was going to be it, at least this time. I wanted to please Jack but I wanted to have a good time too. Jack was certainly enjoying my efforts. As I sucked and tongued his cock, I moved my hands up to his chest and, with just fingertips, massaged his nipples until they were hard as pebbles, then I pinched them almost to the point of pain. "Nobody ever paid quite as much attention to my nipples before as you are now. I never realized how exciting it could be," Jack said, breathing very heavily. I knew that I was pleasing him in a way that was all new to him. I was taking it all in, the taste of his cock in my mouth, the musky aromas of his body. As I sucked and slurped, I had a new appreciation for the many blowjobs my wife had given me over the years. Jack was starting an almost involuntary movement of his hips up and down, working with me as I blew him. I knew that he was going to cum at any minute. I pulled back so I was only sucking the tip of his cock. I didn't want him to cum in the back of my throat. I wanted his spunk on my tongue so I could hold it in my mouth and taste it in all its glory. His nipples were still hard so I flicked them with my fingers. I wanted to suck on them but I didn't want to miss having him cum in my mouth. He tapped me on the shoulder to let me know he was going to shoot. And shoot he did. There must have been four or five massive squirts of his cum. My mouth was filled with his man juice. I squeezed his prick to get the last of his cum out and then sat back to savor his ejaculate. It had an indescribable flavor and a thickness like gravy. It was delicious. I tasted it every corner of my mouth and then, before I swallowed it, I opened my mouth to show Jack the fruit of our efforts. I swallowed it and licked my lips. Mission accomplished. As I got up off the deck to sit down next to Jack, I caught a glimpse of my wife standing back in the shadows inside our room. Although she was barely visible, I could see that she had one hand on a tit and the other hand was on her crotch. I don't know whether she knew that I had seen her or not. I decided to act like I hadn't seen her. "That was freakin' awesome. Let me reciprocate." Jack wrapped a hand around my cock and started stroking me. "Can I suck your dick?" "Absolutely!" Jack got down on his knees in front of me and, without so much as a hiccup, took my the full length of my penis into his mouth. His nose was resting against my shaved pubic mound. I could feel his swallowing massage my dick. As much as I tried to go slowly and methodically as I blew him, Jack wasn't going to have it. He was on a mission to get me off. Watching him was truly exciting. He had definitely done this before-many times before. He pulled off my cock until only the head was in his mouth and then he went right down on it again. As he deepthroated me, I felt a finger pushing gently against my asshole. I was almost at the point of no return. I started to push into Jack's face as if to get even further down his throat. And then it happened. I felt his finger enter my ass. That did it! I started to hump almost feverishly as I started to cum in Jack's throat. He kept his my cock down his throat and swallowed with every squirt of my semen. When I was done, he was done. He let my drained organ fall from his mouth and looked up at me with that charming smile. If there was any of my cum on his lips he took it in with a swipe of his tongue. "Welcome to paradise, kid," he said. "That was great, and I wish I could stay for an encore but I know Juli must be wondering where I am. She's going to want to here all about our little adventure and I can't wait to tell her." "Jack, you're going to tell your wife?" "Of course. It wouldn't be anywhere near as exciting if I didn't. She'll want to know every detail. Aren't you going to tell yours?" I didn't have to tell her. I knew she had watched the whole thing. There was sexual tension and excitement hanging in the air. What was my wife going to say? "See you in the morning. Thanks for a great blowjob." Jack headed to his cottage. "You, too." Like Rick said to Capt. Reynaud at the end of Casablanca, I hoped that "this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship." I went into our room and, in the darkness, I saw my wife sitting up in bed, legs spread apart, one hand massaging her clit, the other playing with a nipple. "I watched you and Jack give each other blowjobs, you know." She kept playing with herself. "Yeah, I saw you inside watching. I'm sorry, it just happened. It was sort of out of my control." "I think it was entirely in your control. You wanted to suck his cock and you wanted him to cum in your mouth, didn't you?" I couldn't tell if she was mad or not. Her tone of voice was somewhat neutral but her question made her seem angry. "Yes, I wanted to suck him off and swallow his cum. Are you mad?" "Are you glad you did it?" "Yes." "Then so am I. If it's what you wanted to do and it made you happy, then it's OK! But I have one question. Was the blowjob he gave you as good as when I suck your cock?" "It was definitely very exciting to have another guy blow me but your talents make him look like an amateur." Jack was truly an expert and, like they say, nobody knows a man like another man but I wasn't going to tell my wife that. "Let me finish what I'm doing and then we'll go to sleep. You can sit there and watch me like I watched you." I sat there in bed while my wife furiously played with her clit until her legs started to squeeze together. Her breathing increased and she began to moan almost indescribably as she approached her orgasm. Her body tensed, she shuddered and then fell back as if she fainted. "Are you all right?" I asked, thinking that I might have to call for an EMT. "Uh, huh, I'm fine, just fine! Let's go to sleep." We kissed good night. She backed up against me with my penis up against the crack of her ass. I put my arm over her shoulder and moved my hand towards her chest. "Not now. I'm done. Tomorrow is soon enough. And by the way, don't plan on doing anything like that with Jack again----." I cut her off. "I'm very sorry, it won't happen again," I said. I was very disappointed. I hoped that this would be something that would happen again. "Unless, of course, if I can watch." Tomorrow. I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. After all, it would be another day in Paradise. To be continued. (Absolutely!) Another Day in Paradise This story, along with the previous three, relates the mostly true adventures we shared with Bret and Denise, an attractive, sexy couple we had the good fortune to get to know, and then visit at their beautiful townhouse in our favorite party town, Key West. The stories are based on real events, but with some embellishment to make them more fun and interesting. These are my first posts here, and it didn't occur to me to collect these tales in a series. But they do describe a related chronological series, and are probably best enjoyed by reading them in sequence. I would suggest that you start with "Tight Squeeze." The next in the series is "Denise Gets Warmed Up," followed by "A Revealing Night at the Restaurant." The next story, "Unexpected Addition", will bring you to the opening scene of this story. I hope you enjoy reading about these events as much as we enjoyed living them! These stories contain strong elements of exhibitionism, group sex, candaulism, and both male and female bisexuality. ***** I woke up to tropical sunlight filtered through the lace curtains. Laura stirred slightly, but was still sleeping, and I slipped out of the bed without disturbing her. With the sexual workout we had been getting over the last couple of days, I figured she might appreciate a little extra rest. I padded silently to the ensuite bathroom and willed my morning wood down just enough to relieve myself. I completed my morning routine and glanced at Laura as I came out of the bathroom. Her lithe form was outlined under the sheet. One knee was slightly bent, and the rise of her mons was clearly visible between her parted thighs. The sheet was draped below one tit, and I admired the firm roundness of her bare breast. Her nipple was hard, even in sleep, and I wondered if she was dreaming about the nonstop sex of the last few days. Bret and Denise's home was clothing optional, and I didn't bother to dress before leaving the bedroom. While Laura and Denise would often wear something, Bret and I were naked just about all of the time. I made my way downstairs, enjoying the sensation of my semi-erect cock bouncing in front of me with each downward step. I got to the bottom of the stairs and entered the great room, which made up most of the first floor. The living room area was to my left. There was a breakfast bar/dining area directly across from the stairs and to my right was the door to the downstairs bath. Beyond that was the open kitchen, where I could see Denise, her back to me, reaching up into a cabinet for a coffee cup. She was wearing a red t-shirt, and her upraised arms caused the shirt to ride up, almost completely exposing her naked ass. "Good morning," I said, and she turned around. "Good morning," she replied in a cheerful, sing-songy voice. Her eyes seemed to drink in my nude form, lingering on my swollen, half hard dick. She leaned against the counter, her palms on the surface, and rested a raised foot on the other knee, forming a figure 4 with her legs. Her t-shirt did little to cover the light blond patch of hair between her legs, or the beautiful slit below. With her gaze still fixed on my semi-hardon, she asked, "Coffee?" "Sure," I replied, and she turned around and reached up into the cabinet for another cup. "Let me get that," I said, and came up behind her. I enjoyed the sensation of the smooth roundness of her ass against my cock as I reached over her to retrieve a cup. "Thanks," she said, taking the cup from me. She filled both cups and we sat at the breakfast bar. We turned the stools to face each other, and she sat half cross-legged with one foot tucked under the other leg. Like Laura, she loved to show off her pussy. "We're really enjoying our visit." I told her. "We're enjoying having you guys here," she replied. "Last night was great! That was the first time I've done that." She was referring to the double fucking she had received from Bret and me. "Yeah", I said, "two cocks in one pussy is so tight. Laura and I love doing that. I love the way it squeezes my cock and she loves getting her pussy stretched." "I never been so full," she said, putting her hand over her snatch. "I loved it." "I'm surprised we could both fit inside you, Bret's cock is so fat," I said. "Mmm, just at the base, though. It's kinda funny shaped, don't you think?" she asked. "I guess it is," I replied. "Laura really likes it." For those of you that haven't read the previous stories and aren't familiar with Bret's tool, let me explain. Flaccid, his dick looks normal enough. But when he gets hard, the base swells up disproportionately, giving his member a conical shape. Laura loves getting him deep inside her cunt so that the base of his cock stretches her out. Our discussion, the sight of Denise's open pussy, and now the thought of Laura riding Bret's cock were all conspiring to make my semi-erection less semi and more erect. This was not lost on Denise, who kept glancing down at my increasing stiffness. "It feels wonderful when it's all the way up inside you," she said. "Laura said that, too," I replied. "She likes fucking him." Denise leaned toward me and put her hand on my leg. "You like watching her fuck, don't you?" she asked. I felt the blood rising in my cock. "I do," I replied. "I love watching her have sex. She looks gorgeous with a hard cock in her mouth. Or her pussy. Or both. And I love watching her with a woman. You two are incredibly hot together." Denise smiled and slid her hand up my leg until she was almost touching my dick. "Which do you like better, watching her with a guy or a girl?" she asked. I thought for a minute. "Well, for myself, I like having two women. Sometimes more. And Laura is totally into women, so that works out. But I really like watching her with a guy, too. I like to watch her suck somebody else's dick, and I like kissing her with cum in her mouth, or licking cum off her body. But mostly I like watching her fuck. I love watching her spread her legs and taking a cock deep in her pussy." Denise looked down at my cock, lightly stroking my leg. "That's hot," she said. "Bret likes watching me, too. I get it, it's sexy. And I like it when he watches me fuck." She brought her eyes back up to mine. "Laura likes that, too, you know. She told me she likes when you watch her, especially with a guy, especially when she's fucking a guy." She paused. "Laura looked so fucking hot with Derek last night." She was talking about our cab driver, a young surfer type that Laura had brought home to play with while Bret and I fucked Denise. "She looked like she owned him. The way she made him service her pussy. I loved watching her suck his cock and fuck him." We fell silent for a moment, recalling the very sexy events of the night before. Denise was right. Laura had used Derek with his nice young cock as a sex toy. She fucked his brains out and she looked hot as hell doing it. Denise's nipples were starting to poke through her t-shirt. I reached between her legs and lightly ran a finger along her slit. She was getting damp. This conversation was turning her on. It was turning both of us on. She spoke. "I like watching her fuck Bret, too." "So do I," I replied. "She's very sexy, especially when she's fucking. So are you." She smiled at me and moved her hand up to caress my balls with her fingertips. My rapidly stiffening rod was starting to lift off my leg and stand up on its own. I touched her pussy again. Her lips were beginning to swell. I pushed a fingertip inside. She was getting very wet. I found her clit and lightly caressed it. "Do you have much experience with guys?" she asked, looking down at my cock again. Bret and I had been experimenting and exploring our bisexuality over the last few days. "A little," I said. "Some incidental contact and an occasional blowjob." "Giving or receiving?" "Both." Her fingers were caressing the underside of my shaft, which had quickly grown into a full hardon and was now standing at attention. She looked up and smiled at me. "Which do you prefer?" she asked. "I'm not sure," I replied. "I guess it depends. I'm not really attracted to guys. I just like cocks." She looked at me a little quizzically, like she had a question, but it remained unasked. "That was really hot when Derek came in your mouth last night," she said. Her hand was wrapped around my cock now, slowly jerking me off. I was gently stroking her clit. We masturbated each other as we talked. "Yeah, that was a first for me. It was kinda sexy and fun." "I liked it when you shared his cum with Laura. I want to do that." "Maybe I'll kiss you with Bret's cum in my mouth," I said. "That would be really fun," she replied. "Or he can kiss me with your cum in his mouth." "If he lets me cum in his mouth. What about him?" I asked her. "What has he done with other guys?" "This is as far as I've seen Bret go. He really seems to like sucking your cock." She thought for a second. "Now he seems to like sucking cocks in general." "And you seem to like watching him," I said. "I do," she replied. "Laura and I were talking about that. We both really love watching you guys. It's crazy hot. Maybe we can get you to entertain us sometime." I raised my eyebrows. She pumped my hard cock. "You know, maybe you guys will 69 while we watch." "Maybe." She stood up and straddled me. "Wanna fuck?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer. She held me upright and impaled herself on my erection. She worked her way down my shaft until I bottomed out against her cervix. She began to rock her hips against me. "I love how deep you get inside me," she said. We were just getting into a nice, leisurely fucking rhythm when we were interrupted by a knock at the door. Denise glanced up at the clock and said, "Oh shit, that's Rob. He's here to fix the crack in the back step." She stood up, freeing herself from my cock. Standing, her t-shirt barely reached the top of her pubic hair. It was still a good 3 inches short of covering her snatch. I started to look for something to cover up with, but before I could do that she was across the floor to the door. She made no attempt to cover her exposed pussy as she opened it. "Hi, Rob," she said. "C'mon in." Rob stepped inside. Denise threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. He was good looking and fairly tall, and as she stood on her toes and reached up, her t-shirt came up practically to her waist. I was a little self-conscious sitting in full view of this stranger, completely naked and with a hardon, but Denise's innocent sexiness made my cock twitch in spite of my embarrassment. She broke the kiss and led him by the hand to the breakfast bar. "Rob, meet Mark. He's visiting us for a few days." Rob glanced quickly at my erection, then looked me in the eye and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you," he said. I returned the handshake. "Nice to meet you, too," I said. I felt a little awkward, and wondered if he could see that my cock was wet as well as hard, but Rob seemed completely nonplussed. "Let me show you what Bret was talking about," Denise said, walking across the kitchen. I watched her half covered ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she walked to the back door. I noticed Rob watching, too. We looked at each other with a smiling glance, and he followed her to the door. I was starting to forget that I was sitting there naked and hard. Rob and Denise went out the door and she proceeded to show him where the masonry of the steps was starting to crack. Playfully, she bent over, completely exposing her ass and pussy, and pointed down at the step. "Can you see the crack?" she asked, glancing back at Rob with a broad smile. What an outrageous tease, I thought. My hand found its way to my stiff shaft and I began to lightly stroke myself. "I see it," he replied. "I can fill that, no problem," he said. I stroked a little harder. "Let me take some measurements and I'll get started." "Ok," Denise said. She stood up and climbed the two steps to the back door. Rob knelt down at the bottom step. Denise turned to face him, leaned against the door, and got into her one knee raised, foot braced on the other knee, figure 4 pose. She was showing off her pussy. Again. "Do whatever you need to do," she said. "I'll be inside." "Ok," he replied, looking straight back up at her open vagina. She came back around the breakfast bar and picked up both of our coffee cups. I was still slowly pumping my cock, and her eyes dropped down to watch me. "More coffee?" she asked, still watching me masturbate. "Sure," I said. She walked over to the coffee maker and poured two more cups. "Close friend?" I asked as she returned to the bar. "Oh, yes," she said, resuming her legs open position on the stool. "We fuck him once in a while. Well, mostly he fucks me and Bret watches us and jerks off. Although he has sucked Bret off a couple of times." I had released my cock to pick up my cup, but I felt a surge through my loins and almost had a hands-free orgasm at this revelation. I was about to respond when I heard the footfalls of someone coming down the stairs. I turned to see Laura entering the great room. She was wearing a sheer black robe, one of my favorites. It's dark, but very transparent, especially in the light. The robe was loosely tied and the daylight in the room made it clear that she was naked underneath it. Bret was directly behind her, nude and fully erect. Laura walked over to me and smiled at my hardon. "Good morning," she said, eyes cast down like she was talking to my dick. She got between my legs and leaned up against me, pressing my cock between us. She kissed me with parted lips, inviting my tongue. I pushed my tongue in and immediately tasted the strong muskiness of cock in her mouth. I gave her a knowing look and lightly ran my tongue over her lips. There was no doubt. The taste of penis on her mouth was unmistakable. Now I knew why Bret was so hard. She had just sucked his dick. She was letting me know. "Already had breakfast?" I asked. Laura glanced at Bret, who was at the coffeemaker, pouring two more cups. She turned back to me with a devilish look. "Just a little taste, he didn't cum. I'm still hungry," she teasingly replied. She squeezed my stiff cock. She bent down and licked my head, then lowered her mouth onto my shaft. She stood up, looked down at my cock and then up at me. "You seem to be enjoying your morning." "Denise and I were having a very stimulating conversation," I told her. "I can tell," she said, licking her lips as she turned toward Denise. Denise looked at both of us and smiled. She leaned over and kissed Laura, a full, sexy kiss on the mouth. Denise licked her lips and gave Laura the same knowing look that I had given her. She turned to Bret in the kitchen. "Rob's here, out back," she told him. "Oh, good," Bret said. He swung the back door open and stood in the open doorway in all of his erect glory. "Hey, Rob," he said. "Hi, Bret," Rob replied. "Nice to see you're up this morning." "That I am," said Bret. Laura's eyes widened a little. "Who's that?" she asked, clutching at her robe with uncharacteristic modesty. "That's Rob. He's a friend that does a little handy work for us sometimes," Denise told her. She glanced up and down at Laura's exposed figure. "Don't worry, he's cool." Laura seemed to relax and moved so that she could see through the doorway past Bret's naked form. I guessed at that point that she liked what she saw, because, gaze fixed outside, she casually reached inside her robe and fingered her pussy. "Mmm," she murmured, watching him and playing with herself. Then she turned to me. "He's kinda good looking." Leaving the door open, Bret came back inside and picked up the coffee cups. He walked over with a cup in each hand, his traffic cone shaped dick still standing at full attention. He walked around the counter to join us. Before he had a chance to put the cups down, Laura dropped to her knees and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Bret held the cups and looked down in surprise as Laura sucked him. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked up at the three of us as she ran his head all over her lips, liberally coating her mouth with his precum. She stood up, turned to me and playfully planted a very wet, cummy kiss on my lips. I licked her mouth clean, enjoying the taste of Bret's manhood on her. "Like that?" she asked. "Very nice," I replied. Laura turned to our hosts. "He likes tasting cock on my mouth." "So do I," Bret said, setting the cups down on the bar. "Want some?" Denise asked him. Without waiting for a reply, she leaned down and sucked my cock deep into her mouth. She pulled it out and coated her lips and chin with my precum. Then she turned to Bret and gave him the same treatment Laura had given me, kissing him with an open mouth so he could taste my cock on her. "Mmm, that's a nice way to start the day," Bret said, licking the cum from her face. Laura turned to Denise. "What's the deal with Rob?" she asked. "Oh, he's a friend," Denise said. "And he's a great fuck," she added. "He's got a beautiful cock, and he's bi." She looked up at Bret and said, "We do him occasionally." "Really?" Laura said, her eyes wide. "You fuck him?" Denise nodded. "He sucks cock, too?" Denise nodded again. Intrigued, Laura looked back outside. This new information changed the dynamic, and this time she untied her robe, letting it fall open. I knew she was feeling sexually empowered, especially after last night. Derek was a good looking young guy, 20 years her junior, and all she had to do was show him her naked body and he was totally hers. Now she was obviously sizing Rob up. After Bret, Derek, and I had all simultaneously penetrated Denise last night, Laura had said that she wanted to experience three cocks at once, too. She had two cocks at her disposal, ready to fuck her anytime, and now another one had shown up. Except that she hadn't seen it yet, and hadn't even met the guy. But she seemed to be getting ready to make a sexy first impression. The robe was still draped over her tits, but it was hanging open in the front, leaving her womanhood in plain view. I glanced down her nude torso and saw that her landing strip was gone. She had shaved her pussy bare, something that she did on occasion. She must have done it this morning, because there had still been a little hair there last night. I ran my fingertips over her naked mons and between her lips, which were getting very wet. She gasped and thrust her hips forward when I touched her clit. "Dressed for the occasion, I see," I commented. "I did that this morning. On a whim. That's how I wound up sucking Bret." She glanced at Bret. "We fucked a little bit, too." She looked back at me. "I hope you don't mind." "Huh? Of course I don't mind. Denise and I were brewing more than coffee down here." "I know," she replied. "I knew you guys were fucking even before tasted your dick." And she did. Women just seem to know things like that. But I was still puzzled, I didn't see the connection. I stood up and offered my stool to her. "Here," I said, "sit down and tell us how shaving your pussy led to sex with Bret." Laura sat on the stool. The robe fell to either side of her hips as she spread her legs and framed her bald pussy with her hands. She explained, "I was in the hallway checking to see how it looked in the full length mirror when Bret came out of the bedroom. He was naked, of course. He saw me there looking at my pussy and I asked him how it looked. He looked very closely and told me it looked nice. Then I asked him to check for any stubble. He checked all over with his hand." She demonstrated, running her hand all over her bare mons and pussy lips as she talked. She was having fun and getting all of us very horny. Another Day in Paradise "I told him that I didn't think there was any stubble inside, but he thought there might be and maybe he should check. So I told him to go ahead and put a finger in and see. So he did. Like this." She glanced at Bret and we watched her slip her middle finger all the way inside her cunt. "Then he said he needed two fingers to really check, and I said ok and he did this." She slipped her index finger inside. "I told him that maybe he should use three fingers to be sure. So he put another finger in, like this." She demonstrated by inserting her ring finger, also. My cock had started to relax a little, but it was rising again as my girlfriend finger-fucked herself in front of us. I could see that she was having the same effect on Bret, and that Denise's cunt was looking pretty wet again. "Then I told him that he might as well put four fingers in there, just to see, so he did." We watched her push her hand into her cunt up to her knuckles. She closed her eyes and let out a little groan. She was getting herself, and us, very turned on. Laura continued with faux innocence, "I told him that he needed to check with a sensitive part of his body, like the inside of his wrist. He told me his cock was more sensitive, but he said a cock isn't really sensitive unless it's hard. And I could see that his was soft. So I put it in my mouth to get it hard. That was fun because it was soft enough to get all of it in my mouth. I really liked having his whole cock in my mouth. I could feel his balls up against my chin." She continued fucking herself with her hand as her story unfolded. My cock was back at full attention, and a steady stream of precum dripped down my shaft. Bret was in the same state, fully erect and drop after drop forming at the tip. Denise's inner lips were protruding, as was her clit, which she lightly touched as she listened. Laura now seemed oblivious to us. She was looking down at her pussy, focused on masturbating as she related the encounter. "I could feel his cock growing in my mouth. I love how that feels, when a soft cock gets hard in my mouth. He got pretty big pretty quick. Pretty soon I could only get his head in, so I figured he was hard enough. I stood up so he could check for stubble with his cock. First he checked in front by rubbing his dick on my mound, and he said that was nice and smooth, but he got me all wet. Then he rubbed it all over my lips. His cock was stiff and he kept touching my clit with it, and that felt pretty good, so I thought that maybe he should just check inside again." She was getting more excited now, finger-fucking herself faster and talking between heavy breaths. "So he did," she gasped. "I leaned against the wall and he held my leg up and he pushed his cock all the way inside. He poked around in there a few times, just to check. Then when he pulled it out again, it was all wet." She groaned and took a breath, fucking herself even faster. "So I sucked it and licked it clean. That's when we came downstairs..." She shuddered as her orgasm enveloped her. She looked at me in mid-spasm and finished her story, "...and I kissed you!" Denise groaned and shook, also. I'm not sure how Brain and I managed to hold out and not shoot cum all over the girls. In the midst of Denise's orgasm, Rob walked through the back door. "You're all set," he announced as he reached the breakfast bar. It was then that he saw the two women, both obviously post-orgasmic, one of whom he didn't know and didn't even know was here, and who had her hand stuffed in her naked pussy. "Don't walk on that for a couple of days," he stammered in a low voice, taking in the scene. And then very tentatively, "Am I interrupting?" "Oh, Rob!" said Denise, gathering her composure. "Not at all. Come in." At that point, Laura realized he was there. Her sexual energy momentarily spent, she pulled her hand from her snatch and closed her legs. She pulled the robe over her legs, but it really didn't cover anything, it just made her look sexier. Denise introduced her. "Rob, this is Laura." Rob extended his hand. Laura released the robe, letting it fall away from her lap, and offered hers. Rob caught her hand with the back of his wrist. "My hands are pretty dirty," he explained. He raised her hand up and leaned over and kissed it. He lingered over her hand with great interest and kissed it again, more slowly. I realized that it was the hand that had just been buried inside her pussy. Keeping her hand close to his face, he looked up at her. "Very nice to meet you," he said. "The pleasure is mine," she demurely replied, and I knew she meant it. She clearly knew that she had triggered a sexual response in Rob, and she immediately began to emanate female heat. She leaned back on the stool and let the robe fall completely away from her hips. She relaxed her legs, opening them provocatively, just enough that Rob could see her still engorged vulva if he chose to look down there, which he did. In fact, he couldn't seem to stop looking at her, his eyes rising from her naked slit to her tits, which were still covered but completely visible through the sheer material. She brought her hand up and nonchalantly pushed her hair off her shoulder, at the same time pushing the robe away from her right breast. The silky edge of the robe hung up on her erect nipple, and she looked at Rob with a little smile as she moved it completely off her tit, making it clear that there was no accident in showing him her naked body. My cock throbbed at the outrageousness of the situation. Bret and I were standing there naked and erect. Denise and Laura had each just had orgasms, and now Laura was flaunting her nude sex at someone that she had just met, whose first glimpse of her was with her hand halfway up her pussy, making herself cum. We were catching Rob in our sexual web, with Laura leading the way, much as she had done with Derek the night before. The difference was that this guy was a regular sex partner for Bret and Denise. That made it a little better, and they seemed happy to share. "Would you like some coffee?" Laura asked him. "No thanks," Rob said, "but some iced tea would be great." "There's some in the 'frig," Bret said, and started to turn toward the kitchen. Laura reached out a hand to stop him. Her hand landed directly on his erect member. I don't know if she did that intentionally, but she made no effort at all to move it. "I'll get it," she said. She stood up and walked toward the living room, which was in the opposite direction from the kitchen. She let the robe fall off her shoulders to the floor. She turned and bent down to pick it up, flashing her ass and pussy at us as she did so. Tossing the robe on the couch, she stood and turned back to face us, pausing for a moment, as if posing. She looked stunning. Her breasts are not quite as high as they were a few years ago, but they were round and firm with perky, erect nipples. Her belly was very slightly rounded but still firm, and her legs were as shapely as ever. The complete absence of pubic hair on her smooth mons somehow made her seem even more nude, making her slit very visible in the gap between her thighs. She looked directly at Rob, working her spell on him. She had to go around the breakfast bar to get to the kitchen. She could have more easily gone the other way, but chose instead to go around Bret, brushing her naked body against his as she passed, and Rob, who she brushed with her nipples as she worked her way behind him. She got the iced tea for Rob and brought it over. Standing close to him, she held the icy glass against her nipple, lightly rubbing it. The visual made my cock throb. She stood completely naked in front of this fully dressed stranger, eyes locked on his while she seductively stimulated her nipple. I looked over at Denise and Bret. They were watching Laura and masturbating. Bret's hand was wrapped around his cock, and Denise was massaging her clit as they watched my nude girlfriend seduce Rob. She handed the glass to him and circled behind him, again brushing her nipples across his back. She passed to the inside of Bret this time, between him and Denise, facing him so that her nipples slid over his chest and his stiff cock rubbed against her belly as she made her way by him. I was standing next her stool. She walked up to me and pressed her naked skin against mine, squeezing my hardon between us. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Is this ok?" I slid a hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaked! "Go for it," I whispered back. She smiled and sat down on the stool. She looked from me to Rob as she raised her hand to her right breast and tweaked her nipple. "I should get home and get cleaned up," Rob said, his eyes fixed on Laura. "Just use this shower," Bret suggested, pointing at the ¾ bath opposite the breakfast bar. "I don't have any clean clothes to put on," Rob said in an unconvincing protest. "Since when do you need to wear clothes around here?" Denise asked. "Ok," Rob said. "Where should I get undressed?" "Rob, we're all already naked!" Denise exclaimed. She was right, Bret, Laura, and I were naked. Denise was still wearing a t-shirt, but she was bottomless, her pussy in plain sight. "How about right here?" She nodded toward Laura and me. "I don't think these guys will mind," she said. "We don't mind," Laura assured him. She was looking down at her tit. She still had her fingertips on her nipple, rolling and pinching it as she spoke in a slow, sexy voice. "In fact, Rob, it sounds quite nice, especially if you're not in a hurry about it." With that, she looked up at Rob and raised her other hand to caress her left nipple. We all looked at her and smiled. She was in conductor mode, and orchestrating yet another encounter. Although her body was very visible while she was wearing it, there was something very sensual about the way she had dropped the robe to get completely nude while Rob watched her. Now she was playing with her nipples and sitting with her legs casually spread, exposing her sex to him not in a slutty way, but like a woman who was confident in her beauty and her sexuality. And she was suggesting that Rob, whom she had just met, do a striptease for her. "I'm in no hurry," Rob said. He smiled at her as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "Anybody want a mimosa?" Bret asked. The girls each replied affirmatively. Rob asked Bret if he could make a Bloody Mary. Bret said he could, and I asked for one, also. Bret came around Denise's stool toward us, the long way around to the kitchen for him. He stopped in front of Laura and stood between her legs with his hands on the back of the stool. His cock was half hard, and hanging about an inch from her pussy. She continued pinching her nipples as she looked down at the proximity of their genitals, and then up at him expectantly. "You guys are fun!" he said, leaning down to kiss her. "You guys are, too!" she replied. She raised her face to meet his kiss. She let her nipples go and reached between her legs, grasping his cock with both hands. I think Bret had intended just to kiss her, but Laura had other ideas. She held their kiss as she brought his cockhead up to her pussy lips and rubbed it against her vulva, pushing him between her lips to her clit. I watched his cock grow in her hands, his base swelling up to its enormous girth. As it stiffened, he pushed the head deeper between her lips, and she pulled him inside. Still kissing him, she put her hands on his ass, spread her legs wide, and pulled his cock all the way into her. She let out a sexy grunt, muffled by the kiss, when he penetrated her deeply enough for his large base to stretch her cunt. In the corner of my eye, I saw Denise watching me, and thought about our earlier conversation about watching our partners fuck each other and how much we liked it. I looked over at her and she smiled and winked. I smiled back at her as I returned my attention to Bret and Laura. "Stay there," Laura commanded Bret, and pulled her knees up to allow him to get deeper inside her. Bret did as ordered, and stood there with his cock buried deep in my girlfriend. She gripped my member and looked up at me. "God, his cock feels so good," she said to me. I leaned down and kissed her. She looked back up at Bret. "Give me one good hard shot, Bret," she said. "Just one good hard fuck." Rob's shirt was open and he had come around the breakfast bar to living room. From there he had a perfect view. He sat on an ottoman and took off his work shoes, all the while watching the action on the barstool. Denise tweaked her nipples through the t-shirt as she watched her husband fuck Laura. Bret put his hands on Laura's raised legs and gripped her thighs as he slowly backed his cock out of her. "Fuck me!" she commanded. She looked up at him, just the head of his cock still inside her. She squirmed on the stool. "C'mon, fuck me!" she repeated. Bret plunged his dick into her with enough force to rock the stool back. "Unghh," she groaned, throwing her head back as the fat base of his cock slammed home against her clit. She held him there for a moment, her eyes closed, head still back. "Do it again," she said. He pulled back and pounded his cock inside her again. "Ohhh," she moaned. She threw her arms around him, pulling him close, her head against his chest. Her eyes were still closed. "Again!" Bret's ass reared back, and he pushed his cock into her again. "Uhhh!" Her body convulsed. "Uhhh! Uhhh!" She spasmed, and then went limp. Trembling, she held Bret tight. Laura was very multi-orgasmic, with one orgasm often leading into another. With three thrusts of Bret's cock, she had just cum again. She gets turned on by having an audience, and this one included a clothed stranger, which made it even better. She finally relaxed and leaned back, pushing Bret out of her vagina. She pulled his head down and kissed him. "Thank you," she said. "That was wonderful." "My pleasure," Bret said, straightening up and stroking his wet dick. He walked into the kitchen and started making drinks. He had fucked Laura twice today but still hadn't gotten off. "I'm gonna need to pop this thing soon," he called back to us. "Don't worry," Denise said, looking at Laura, "I've got a feeling she's not done with you." Laura turned her attention back to Rob. I knew this whole little scene was largely for his benefit. Laura knows she looks great having sex, and that if he saw her fuck, he would want to fuck her, too, not that there was any question about that. He was sliding his shirt off of his shoulders. She turned her stool to face him. "Nice," she said as his shirt fell away. She had lowered her knees, but her thighs were still parted enough to see that Bret had stretched her cunt open. Her hand wandered down to her clit. Sitting on the ottoman, he was at eye level with her gaping pussy. "You, too," he said, watching her stroke the hard nub protruding from her swollen inner lips. Laura said, "Denise tells me that you play with her and Bret." Rob was taking off his belt. "Sometimes," he said. He slipped the belt out of the loops and tossed it on the couch. He stood up and faced her, still watching her masturbate. "She says you play with boys, too." "Sometimes. That can be fun." He was unzipping his workpants and staring between her legs. Laura continued to frig her clit. "I like watching that," she said. Rob's pants fell to the floor. The tent in his boxers revealed his arousal. "I like watching that," he said, nodding toward the hand on her pussy. "Think I can watch you?" she asked, her eyes on the rise in his boxers. She looked up at him. "I mean with a guy." She spread her legs wider and rubbed herself a little faster. "I don't see why not, that sounds like it could be fun," he replied. She frigged her clit more intently as he slowly pushed the boxers down. A small, trimmed pubic patch came into view, and then the base of his dick. "After all, I'm watching you right now." He pushed the waistband down a couple of inches, revealing a good sized shaft. Laura bit her lip. He pushed down further, so that the material was down far enough to completely see his balls, but his cock was still partially hidden. Laura masturbated as she watched him slowly reveal his manhood to her. Now he stopped, with half of his dick in view. Laura looked up at him, and then slowly lowered her gaze back to his crotch. "Show me," she said, watching intently. Rob pushed the boxers down and let them fall to his ankles. Laura gasped audibly as the head freed itself from the waistband, and his whole penis came into view. It hung at half mast. It was of moderate length, not quite as long as mine, but it was very thick with a large cut head. And he wasn't even fully hard. She stroked her clit harder and let out a soft moan as she shook with yet another orgasm. She leaned back in the stool, legs wide, hand covering her pussy. "Yum, you really are a handy man, aren't you!" she said. Bret came back to the bar with drinks. Rob walked over and stood at the bar, between Laura and Denise. The two women openly stared at his semi-erect member. "Welcome home, big boy," Denise said, taking his cock in two hands. She looked at Laura and began to gently stroke him. "I told you he had a beautiful cock," she said to Laura. "You weren't kidding," Laura replied. She reached over and cupped his balls, softly massaging him while Denise pumped his thickening shaft. By the time Rob had downed his drink, the girls had gotten him fully erect. I don't think his cock got any longer, but the girth was amazing. Laura loved the way the base of Bret's cock stretched her cunt. This cock was bigger than that, and for its full length. Rob pulled away from the girls and walked to the bathroom. Laura stared wide-eyed at his erection as he walked around her. "Be right back," he promised. Once we heard the shower running, Laura leaned over to Denise. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, "You fuck that?" Denise just blissfully nodded, and gave Laura's pussy a playful stroke. "You're gonna love it." "I do love it! I came just looking at it! But I'm not sure I can fit it in me," Laura said, looking down and pulling her pussy lips open, as if to gauge just how large a cock she could accommodate. "I want to do three cocks, but I don't where I can put that one!" I walked over to Denise. My erection had not subsided for a while, and I just had an impulse to fuck her. Without discussion or foreplay, I pushed her knees up and positioned my cockhead at her entrance. She looked up at me with lustful anticipation, her pussy literally dripping. Laura had gotten us all horny. Bret was standing behind his wife. He reached down with two hands and pulled her t-shirt up over her tits and pinched her nipples. She moaned as I slid my cock deep inside her. Slowly fucking Denise, I turned to Laura. "You'll find a place to put that cock," I assured her. And she did. But that's another story.