1 comments/ 14931 views/ 2 favorites Dream Vacation By: tungtied2u I am pumping my stiff, throbbing 18 year old cock into this beautiful mid 20's Farah Fawcett look-a-likes’ tight hot pussy. She’s leaning with her elbows on the kitchen counter in her Hilton Head beach house, talking on the phone to her husband in Indianapolis. Her young twins are sleeping in their room downstairs. Nap time. Speaking of naps, that’s when I awoke from mine. I was with my family on what turned out to be our last family vacation together. My dad, mom, older brother and 2 younger sisters. Next fall I was off to college, (not for long as it turned out), and these family vacations no longer fit the bill as my favorite way to spend time. Not that looking at all these hot, bikini clad girls and women wasn’t enjoyable. After all, I was a hormone consumed teenage boy. It was having the family along for the ride that put a cramp in my style. Someone else was giving me a cramp of an entirely different nature. The aforementioned Farah clone had been on the beach the first day we ventured onto the sand. It was not easy keeping from getting caught leering at this stunning beauty, clad in a pink and black criss-cross swimsuit. That suit accentuated both her waist and breasts in a way I found mesmerizing. Fortunately, no one in my family noticed my ogling. But she did. And I as watched her sitting under her beach umbrella, conversing with another young couple, my imagination started to take over. Occasionally she would venture out into the sun to play with her sons or take a quick dip in the water, and I would catalogue for future use every curve of her body. The swell of her full breasts, every flex of her calves, her firm taught ass. Lust consumed me, but reality constrained me. I was with my family. And although she appeared involved with her friends and family, she also seemed bored. So it was no surprise I interpreted her looks my way as an interest in me. Hey, young guys imaginations are prone to exaggeration. Finding the time to indulge my fantasy proved difficult in the midst of my family though. The next day I managed to get to the beach by myself, making excuses to my sisters why they couldn’t tag along. The object of my constant craving showed up a short while later by herself. We struck up a conversation, and it turned out she and her kids were in a rental, waiting for the arrival of her husband who was back in Indiana working, but was due to arrive in a couple days. Her sister and brother also had a rental, and were looking after the boys off and on. We arranged to go bike riding later that day. She was looking to pass the time until her husband arrived. And bike ride we did. I arrived at her house, and she appeared wearing short green shorts and a matching green spaghetti- strap tee shirt with red piping at the neck. I spent as much time as possible behind her, admiring her legs as they pumped the pedals, and her ass as it rocked from side to side. Visions of those sweet cheeks rocking on my mouth filled my head. I could only imagine the slickness of her pussy lips as they caressed that bike seat. Alas, as they say, my reward for the bike ride was more fantasies and frustration- and an invitation to her house the next day. She greeted me at the door in the same outfit she wore on our bike ride, placing a finger to her lips to indicate the twins were asleep. We walked upstairs to the kitchen. She led the way, with her lovely bottom undulating hypnotically only inches away. She fixed us Cokes to drink. We chatted. She said she needed to call her husband to see when his plane arrived. He would be flying himself in, as he was also a pilot. She picked up the phone and dialed, and leaned with her elbows on the counter top. Five feet behind her I leaned up against the cabinets opposite and let my eyes slowly run up the length of her legs, stopping at her outthrust bottom, the green shorts hugging her cunt lips tightly. I took in her bared waist, and the swell of her breasts, hanging captured by the thin fabric of her tee shirt. As she talked to her husband, I walked up behind her, and rubbed my stiff member into the cleft between her ass cheeks. She pushed herself back into me, grinding her hips as she did so. I ran my hands around her waist, and slid them beneath the front of her shorts, caressing the front of her thighs before reaching her moist, warm tunnel of love. I rubbed one finger along the length of her pussy, and rubbed her stomach with my other hand. Slowly I pushed her shorts down her legs, as she continued talking to her husband as if nothing was happening. Telling him about how hot it was, how the boys were enjoying themselves, and how bored she was without him there. And as she talked, I knelt and kissed and licked and sucked her pussy like a man having his last meal. I ate that sweet, musky dish until it turned to mush and her body shook and quaked. And I ate and drank. And she talked and talked. Standing, I took my hard meat firmly in hand and placed the purple mushroom at the entrance to her fiery oven. As I slowly slipped in, she rammed herself back , impaling herself on me. With her free hand, she reached back and grabbed my butt and pulled me into her, urging me faster and deeper. And I slammed into her, feeling her tight, warm fist of love squeeze and massage my cock with every stroke. And she talked and drank Coke and fucked me senseless. As I felt my balls tighten and the sperm rising and my dick swelling, she looked back over her shoulder at me as she wrapped up her conversation with her husband. “I’m looking forward to you coming.” she said and grinned . And as she hung up the phone, I woke up from my nap. Again. Dream Vacation "Ah, this is more like it!" Sharon thought as she stepped out onto the hot sand. "I like Colorado, but man, it gets cold there!" She surveyed the terrain and was pleased to see a mile long white sanded beach without a single person on it. The sun was shining brightly, and not a single cloud in the sky. The gentle breeze was bringing her the salty smell of the ocean, the water sparkled as the waves ran gently into the shore. "Today is going to be the perfect day!" Sharon had been looking forward to this for months. She finally had some time off from her "just ok" job and was looking to unwind from the stress caused by unreasonable demands, and even more unreasonable customers. When the price was just right, she bought a roundtrip ticket to the tropics to a little known resort. Asking around, the head bellhop recommended that if she didn't mind a little drive, there was a beach that would be just perfect! And man was he right! She stood there for a few minutes with her eyes closed letting her dark skin soak up the sun. She could just hear the sound of birds over the surf, and the palm fronds swishing in the breeze. "Right! Time to get some relaxing in!" Grabbing her bag of beach goodies in one hand and her sandals in the other, sge walked off down the beach barefoot. Sharon was fairly tall for a woman, around 5'8", slim and very attractive. She had long black hair that she kept in a ponytail and the dark skin common to her Indian descent complimented her brown eyes. Today she was wearing cutoff shorts and a white t-shirt with some cute sandals she'd found at the airport the day before. The sand was hot on her feet, but not unbearably so, and after 10 minutes or so, she picked a spot on the sand to settle onto. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a blanket and spread it out onto the sand, being careful not to get any on top. That accomplished, she set up her little cooler with a drink or two in it to the side then grabbed a small umbrella and stuck it in the sand to provide a small amount of shade. She reached into her bag for a few remaining items, a towel, some sunscreen, her book, and a bathing suit. "That's better. Now I need to change," she said as she looked about for a likely spot. The jungle ran almost up to the beach in a few spots and it looked quite dense. She wasn't sure if changing in there was a good idea anyways as she had no idea what sorts of things were hiding in it! Finally, she decided to just change right there. "There's no one here on the beach to see me anyways," she thought as she looked one last time, "so no harm done." Standing up, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and in one swift movement lifted it over her head. She undid the button on her shorts, lowered the zipper, and let her shorts drop to the blanket. Sharon felt a little thrill as she kept an eye out, standing there in just her underwear. "What if someone sees me?" she thought. She looked around one last time, and reached behind her to unclasp her animal print bra. She slid it down her arms releasing them into the sunshine and dropped it onto the blanket with the rest of her clothes. Her breasts weren't too large, but young and pert, and had dark brown nipples, which at the moment were standing out straight, eager to be in the fresh air. She looked down at herself and could see the very faint tan lines from her bikini top, making lighter triangles over the tips of her breasts. She felt a sudden flush looking at her nipples, rather enjoying the thought of them being exposed to the elements. She left them to swing free, and reached down and hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her thong. Bending over, she pulled them down and stepped out of them. As her panties lowered, they revealed her womanhood. Her cleft was clean shaven and the slit between her lips was clearly visible. Her completely smooth skin slightly lighter than the rest of her body from her previous tanning that summer. Straightening up again and holding her arms out wide, she stood completely naked in the bright sunshine, as if offering herself up to the warmth. Trim and very sexy, she was a stunning sun beauty with her dark skin and black hair. She stood there for a long while, enjoying the sun's heat on her skin, the breeze working to keep her cool. Waking from her daydream, she thought with a small smile, "Oh this feels wonderful, but I really should put on some sunscreen before I burn anything important." she thought. Sitting down on the blanket, she reached over and grabbed the suntan lotion and squirted a big dollop into her hand. She watched the birds flying over the waves as she rubbed the lotion onto her shoulders and back as far as she could, reaching across her body. Massaging the lotion into her skin, she couldn't avoid occasionally rubbing her arms across her nipples. The breeze and contact were causing them to swell, and Sharon felt a pleasant tingle run through her body. Having finished what she could reach, she poured another dab into her hands and rubbed them together. Applying lotion to her neck and shoulders, she worked her way down to her breasts. Cupping them in her hands, she smoothed the sunscreen over the soft skin, in ever tightening circles, eventually touching the sensitive areolas near the tips. The dark brown skin raised in goose bumps and she ran her fingers lightly over them. Reaching the erect nipples, she ran the palms of her hands over them, causing her to moan quietly as a hot rush flowed through her body. "Oh my God! That feels so good!" she gasped as, unable to resist, she pinched her nipples between her fingers. A ripple of pleasure caused her to shake gently, and she felt heat growing in her loins. Sharon continued to gently twist her nipples between her fingers, sending larger and larger waves of pleasure through her body. "Ohh.. I really need this! I can't believe how excited I am!" she said as one hand slowly drifted downward caressing the skin of her stomach, then reaching lower. Her body made little jumps as she ran her fingertips over her skin, the touch causing small lightning bolts or pleasure. She opened her eyes and looking down laid back on her blanket, propping her head up on her towel so she could see. Between her silky mounds she could see across the smooth flatness of her tummy to where her other hand was playing. The mound of her pussy was split in two by the cleft of her womanhood. Her lips were pressed together by her legs, and she could see where her skin changed color from dark to a pale tan, to dark again as her skin gathered at her center. She watched as her fingers slowly slid across the top of her mound, gently brushing the slit between her legs, catching slightly as they went by. She sighed as that small touch brought a small bit of satisfaction. "This is what I really need," she thought looking around "and I suppose there is no one here to see me." She felt a flush as she contemplated masturbating in plain sight on the sandy beach. Her body aching with need, she decided "I'm going to do it!" Bringing her knees up, she spread them wide, offering the ocean a view it too would not forget. As her knees lowered to the sides, she could see her lips parting and was immediately rewarded with a cool breeze flowing across her most intimate places, cooling her wet skin. The folds of her inner skin were pink a startling contrast to her dark skin and glistening from her arousal. The hood covering her clit was engorged and standing out, begging to be touched. Unable to resist anymore, Sharon touched the tip of her finger to her pussy lips and slid it down to rest on her clit. Her hips lifted involuntarily as if to encourage her to press harder. Breathing heavily, she started to rub her nub in small slow circles, increasing the heat she felt from head to toe. Slowly she increased the pace, adding two fingers, she rubbed her clit in wide circles, rubbing and spreading her lips, getting wetter and wetter. Gasping loudly, hips rocking back and forth on their own, and huge waves of pleasure crashing through her body, Sharon slid two fingers from her other hand down into her steaming hole. As if an explosion were triggered, Sharon cried out in intense pleasure as her fingers filled her body, her other hand continuing to flick her clit. "OHHHH MY GOD! I'M CUMMING!!" she shouted as her orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to arch upward like a bow. Her whole body shivered as she climaxed, her pussy sending a gush of cum as she collapsed back onto the blanket. She wasn't sure how long she lay there, her body quivering with little aftershocks, but she eventually came back to her senses. "Wow, that was unbelievable! Being on vacation is great for stress relief." she thought with a grin. Sharon finished applying her suntan lotion, jumping slightly when she touched her private areas as they were still highly sensitive after her orgasm. She picked up her bikini from the blanket and started to slid on the top then thought better of it and tossed it into her beach bag. "There is no one here today. I think i'm just going to skip getting dressed for awhile and really enjoy the sunshine!" She looked up and down the beach again, "But first.. time for a quick swim!" She lept up and ran shouting and giggling all the way to the surf her firm muscles rippling under her dark skin. She felt completely free as she moved, her young breasts bouncing up and down unrestrained, the wind blowing through her hair, the wet sand pelting her back as she tore down the beach. Splashing in huge waves, she kept running as far as she could into the warm water, eventually losing her balance and falling face first into the ocean. She came up for air sputtering and laughing as she wiped the water from her eyes. "This water is sooo warm!" she thought as she laid back in the water. "I think a nice float is in order!" Sharon let the sensations wash over here as she floated in the water. The saltwater made her so buoyant that she didn't have to do anything but stare at the sky, rocked gently by the waves. The muted roar of the surf filled her ears as she listened to her own heart beating, slowing down now after her rush across the sand. The warm water felt luxurious on her skin, and she wondered at the sensations as the water caressed her. She'd never been naked in anything but her shower before, and it was glorious! Her nipples were hard from the breeze and stuck up above the waves, occasionally getting covered as the waves went by. Spreading her legs apart, she felt the coolness of the water on her lips, feeling a rush of arousal at her naughty behaviour. She floated there for a little while, but eventually decided it was time to go back in. She stood up and tracked out of the surf and laid face down her blanket, putting her towel over her head. She spread arms and legs out like a star, trying to provide as much surface as possible for the sun to kiss. Exhausted from her recent activities, Sharon dozed in the warm sunshine, and started dreaming. In her dream it was so very nice and warm. Her eyes closed, she felt a fleeting touch on her skin, as if someone were running their hands ever so gently across her back. The touches continued for a few minutes, raising goose bumps on her skin, eventually moving from her shoulders and back, down lower across the rise of her tight behind, and down the back of her legs. The mysterious hands crept back up the inside of her legs, causing little shivers as they got close to where they joined together. They brushed past without quite touching her sex, continuing to circle around her cheeks. As they reached the small of her back, the touches changed into a full blown massage as they worked the muscles there. Up and down the length of her back Sharon was treated to the best massage she had ever had. Again, the hands wandered lower, not stopping at her back, they grabbed and massaged her cheeks, pushing them up in a delightful fashion. As her muscles were moved by the massaging hands, it had a special effect on her other parts. Every time the hands pushed or pulled, she could feel her pussy lips parting and moving around, causing her arousal to stir. The hands continued to work their magic and she could feel herself getting wetter. The hands worked their way up her back again. Caught up in the massage, it took her awhile to realize there was a new a new sensation. Something smooth and hot was gently bumping against her wet lips. As the hands moved towards her shoulders, it would press against her pussy, leaving a hot impression, and would fade away as the hands moved back down. The hands moved up again, and the curious feeling returned. This time, the pressure gently increased, and Sharon felt her lips slowly part as something smooth and hot slid slowly into her pussy. The wetness of her arousal lubricated the way for the invader, and slowly, inch by inch, her hot tunnel was being filled. Sharon moaned in pleasure as the hot throbbing shaft filling her hole retreated smoothly, rubbing her innermost passage, her muscles trying to grip it to keep it from escaping. The shaft pushed into her again, further this time, stopping way short of filling her completely as her position wouldn't allow anything more. In and out again it slid, adding to Sharon's pleasure, but also to her frustration as she wanted more! "We'll see about that!" she thought in her dream. As the hard member returned, Sharon lifted her hips up high to meet it, her behind pointing up into the air. She almost came right there, as the hot intruder bottomed out in her wet hole. "Oh my God! Please... more." she moaned and her body responded, her pussy getting even wetter if that was even possible. "Yes! Faster!" The hands that had been massaging her till now gripped her hips, pulling her back, impaling her solidly on the hard rod. It withdrew, and slammed back into her dripping pussy, lifting her knees off the ground. Again and again, the throbbing tool probed deep into her core. Unable to contain her passion any longer, Sharon's pussy began to spasm as her orgasm came crashing in. "Ooooh!! she screamed, no longer in control of her body. Sharon's body became rigid as she came, her pussy gushing. She felt the shaft inside her throb and spasm, and heard another moan from behind her. Her steaming hole was suddenly filled as she felt the rod spurt inside her. She collapsed and felt a weight on top of her. As Sharon began to wake up, she could still feel the throbbing member inside her, occasionally spasming. She began to realize that the warm weight resting on top of her wasn't just part of her dream! She turned her head so she could look over her shoulder and gasped! The most beautiful man was laying on top of her with is cock buried deep inside her pussy! "Oh no! Oh no!" she thought, "What just happened!" She started to panic, but in the afterglow of her orgasm she found herself relaxing again. She could still feel him inside her, his hand gently stroking her skin. The man he breathed deeply and seemed totally calm as if making love to a stranger on the beach was completely normal. She eyed him while she tried to figure out what to do. He was a VERY good looking man. Black hair with dark skin, she could see his broad shoulders and felt his firm body against hers. "Uhm. Hi." Sharon said making eye contact with him. "I'm not sure what just happened, but this is very unusual for me. Uhm.. who are you?" She gave a little shiver as his cock slid around as he shifted so he could look at her. "Hi there. My name is Nick." Dream Vacation Pt. 01 (NOTE) The women in this story are based in appearance on some of my favorite porn stars, as follows: TRINA portrayed by TAYLOR HAYES As my daily Escorts... Day one, CANDI - Jenna Jameson Day two, KATIANA - Tera Patrick Day three, NATALYA - Veronika Zemanova Day four, BIANCA - Bonita Saint      JUSTINE - Justine Joli Day five, MONIQUE – Ashton Moore Day six, AKIMI and KIKO – Felicia Tang Day seven, JULIE – Julia Hayes Day eight, NIKITA – Chloe Vevrier      EVELYN – Taylor Wane      STACI – Taylor Francis      SUSIE Q – Levena Holmes Other Escorts and Strippers... Escort, DANIELLE - Nikki Dial Escort, LEXUS – Sandy Stripper, CHARLA - Celeste Stripper, SANDI - Jenna Haze Stripper, DELILAH - SaRenna Lee Stripper, VICTORIA – Zdenka MY WIFE - Herself The Hostess, SAMANTHA – Use your imagination While the policies of Literotica prevent me from offering links, images of any and all of these ladies can be easily found via your search engine of choice (with the exception of my wife – but she resembles Helena Bonham-Carter, for those who want a visual). In some cases, the appearance of the ladies has been somewhat idealized from those who supplied their inspiration, so no jumping down my throat about Julia Hayes being shorter than six feet in real life! J Dream Vacation Pt. 01 Then she looked down, and allowed herself a slight gasp of pleasure when she saw my manhood. "I knew you would have a powerful cock," she whispered. "Let me kiss it and suck it for you, please..." She didn't wait for me to actually give permission, but lowered her wet lips over my member and swallowed half my length into her warm mouth. Slowly her head bobbed up and down, her tongue twirling around my head as she came up and sliding along the shaft as she pulled me inside. I had never had oral sex with my clothes (and hers) still on before, and somehow that made it feel even hotter and sexier than it would have if we were both undressed. What with the buildup of anticipation for the past few days and especially for the past few hours, I couldn't hold out for long, and within a minute's time I was ready. "I'm going to come," I whispered. "Then come on me, and in me," she invited. "I want to taste you, lover." I thrust upward and shot my cream into Trina's throat. She moaned with lust and sucked it all down, not letting a drop escape, and soon she was licking the last of it off my head with just the tip of her tongue. "Did you like fucking my face?" she asked me with a smile. "Mm-hm," I replied. "Good," she said. "Because later you can fuck my pussy, and that's even better. Now come on, lover... the party's still waiting for us." * * * * * Well, I'll say this for Trina: she sure knew how to break the ice. I found myself a lot more relaxed and willing to mingle after our little encounter behind the palm, and we made our way around the room together with my hand on her tight little ass and a smile on both our faces. During our interlude, some of the other women had been "taken" by other guests, but there were six or eight available and Trina assured me that there were still good companions to choose from. Looking around the room, I couldn't help but wish I had every woman there to myself. Oh sure, I'd be completely exhausted before the night was half-over, but the idea of having them all was an irresistible fantasy. I suppose it's just a male instinct to want every attractive woman he sees. Besides, the fact was that if I could have afforded it they all would have been mine, and knowing that the fantasy wasn't actually impossible made it all the more exciting. Of course, it wasn't going to happen, and actually I wasn't that disappointed. Seeing as I was about to embark on a whole week of wild sex with multiple partners, it would have been silly to get upset over not being able to have them all on the first night! Still, I was finding the choice almost impossible. How to decide which of a dozen beautiful and sexy women to take to one's bed? And what if the best ones were being taken even as I tried to make up my mind? "Hard, isn't it?" Trina smiled at me. "Perhaps you could help me?" I suggested. "After all, you must know these ladies better than I do." "What do you have in mind?" "I guess I would like a lot of the same qualities that drew me to you," I said. "Open personality, great body, beautiful eyes, and a deep kiss. And... I think you'd look terrific with a blonde." "I like blondes," Trina agreed. "Hm, let me see... ah, I believe I know just the woman for us. Come with me." We crossed the room to find a pretty girl in a green floor-length dress talking to one of the other guests. Of course, it was only polite to wait our turn and not interrupt, but I found myself hoping very much that we would get that turn because she was definitely fine. Her eyes were wide and bright blue, her long, wavy hair reached the middle of her back, and her lips were painted a bright, vivid red. She never seemed to be quite still, speaking in an animated way and giggling frequently. I couldn't help but think that she must have been a cheerleader once. Fortunately, the guest speaking to her moved on, and I got my turn. Trina went to her and took her hand, guiding her over to where I stood waiting. "Xavier, this is Candi," she said. I took Candi's hand and kissed it, looking her in the eyes. She smiled at me and I thought of her pretty red lips caressing my manhood the way Trina had. "It's so nice to meet you," she said sweetly. "If I know Trina, you must be enjoying your stay so far. Maybe you'll let me help you enjoy it even more?" "I believe I'd like that," I said. "So, have the two of you... worked together before?" "I prefer to think of it as playing together," Candi said as Trina slipped into her offered arm and the two women drew each other near. "And yes, we're very close. We even get together on our days off." "Candi's very uninhibited, not at all shy," Trina said. "You can ask her anything." I decided to take Trina's advice at face value. "The only question I have, Candi, is will you give us the pleasure of your companionship tonight?" I offered her the second rose corsage from Trina's wrist. Candi smiled with pleasure and accepted the flower, sliding it on. Then she turned to Trina and the two women kissed each other's lips, opening their mouths to let tongues slide together. They looked as hot as I might have imagined, and my cock began to stir back to life even though Trina's fantastic blowjob was still a very recent memory. After a moment, they pulled away from each other and looked at me. "I hope you don't mind," Candi said. "I've been wanting to do that all evening, and I just couldn't wait any more." "I hope you'll indulge yourself even more when the three of us can be alone," I suggested. "Why wait?" Candi asked, and moved in on me this time, her red lips wet and panting as they reached for mine. She kissed with force and passion, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth and twirling it about, sucking with her lips at the same time. As I imagined what lay in store with this lovely blonde and my smoldering brunette, I knew I had started my experience with some excellent choices. * * * * * Dinner was delicious, but the need for food seemed like a trivial thing compared to the greater hunger inspired by the two lovelies on either side of me. Samantha introduced herself and formally welcomed us all to the resort, and briefly introduced all the ladies in the room. Then she invited the guests to each say a little something about ourselves, even if it was just to say where we came from and what brought us here. "I'm Mark," said a fortyish-looking executive type of guy. "I'm from New York, and I arranged to stay here in the Caribbean a few extra days at the end of a business trip. Some of the other fellows at the firm have been here before and from the way they talked about it, I just had to give it a try." His companion, a hot Latina woman with flowers in her hair and seashells over her tits, stroked his arm and gazed up at him lustfully as he sat down and leaned over to kiss her. I remembered her as Elisa. "My name's Brad," said the next guy, who was in his late twenties and dressed in a tux with his shirt unbuttoned. "Recently divorced, just cut loose the ball and chain, and I'm celebrating! WHOOO-YOO!!" Brad tossed down the rest of his drink (he'd obviously already had a few) and sat down with his arms around both his girls, a pair of Asian hotties who could have been twins (Akimi and Kiko were their names, though I had no idea which was which). Aside from me, he was the only guest at the table with two companions. "We're Ted and Jean," said the next guest, the male half of the married couple. "We like to come here twice a year or so to throw a little zip into our sex life. Jean is bisexual, and this way she gets to indulge herself and I don't have to worry about who she's with." Ted and Jean were fortysomething and twentysomething, respectively. Jean was a good-looking woman with red hair who could have easily held her own with many of the escorts around the table, including the dark-skinned Jamaican beauty by her side (Keisha). "I'm, er, Tom, and I'm from Massachusetts," said the next guy, and quickly sat down. Tom was a thirty-plus man, a little overweight, and obviously very nervous. He never made eye contact with anyone at the table, including his companion, the sultry blonde named Lexus who I had met at my private reception. Somehow, I got the idea that he had come to lose his virginity. It was my turn next, so I stood up. "I'm Xavier, and I'm from Houston," I said. "I had a sudden windfall and decided to live a fantasy I've always had. I'm married, but the wife doesn't know I'm here." There were chuckles around the table at that, and a guffaw from Brad. "Oh, and I'd like to thank Samantha and these charming ladies for the hospitality they've shown so far. I know it's going to be a great vacation." I sat back down with my girls. Candi gave me a kiss on the cheek and Trina squeezed my thigh. It may have been my imagination, but I got the idea that they were glad to be with me and felt like they'd gotten the best among the guests. The last guest stood up. "I'm Earl," he drawled through his beard, "down from Alabama, and I'm here for a helluva good time with a fine-lookin' gal." Earl sat back down and patted the knee of his escort, a pretty Latina with unusually bright green eyes who I remembered as Sonya. Samantha stood up with her glass raised. "Fantasy Vacations extends warmest welcomes to all of you," she said. "We're delighted to have you here with us and to be able to offer you the very finest in service and pleasure. "I must remind you all that we do have standards of behavior that need to be adhered to, for the safety and comfort of all of you as well as our staff. When you go up to your rooms after dinner, you will all have an hour to freshen up and relax before your companions arrive; I suggest that you all use a small part of that time to familiarize yourselves with the red card you will find on your bedside table. It will explain our resort rules and the expectations we have of our guests. Please understand that we must take transgressions very seriously. "While you are here, we hope that you will take advantage of the many recreational opportunities the island has to offer, including snorkel tours of the reefs, paragliding, award-winning golf courses, equestrian tours, and the excitement of the local markets and nightclubs. Our ladies are well-versed in the amenities of the island and will be pleased to guide you throughout your vacation. As guests of the resort, you are all invited to enjoy the VIP package at the Ocean View casino, and twenty dollars in chips will be provided to you compliments of the management. "Of course, there are also the amenities of the resort itself, not the least of which is our staff of lovely ladies. Our girls are very friendly and outgoing, and they love to have fun. I think you'll find our girls to be extremely stimulating company, in more ways than one, and I encourage you to be open with your companion and let her get to know you, so that you get the most from your vacation. If you find that the companion you have selected is in any way incompatible with your needs, you may change companions at no charge before eleven o'clock AM; and should you wish to experience the pleasure of a second companion for the day and evening, you may choose any of the available ladies for a small fee. All this is spelled out in detail on the red card in your room. While our girls are dedicated to serving your needs in any event, a generous tip can go a long way to ensure that your experience is as wonderful as it can possibly be. "Other facilities at our resort include the swimming pool, a private beach, a massage parlor, always-open full bar, exercise room, and fine dining. This week, we have a special event in the Dominican Club Room featuring a sexy striptease revue with our ladies and other performers from our sister resorts. This is a not-to-be-missed event! "Once again, welcome to all our guests and a toast to a most pleasant vacation for all of you. For now, enjoy your dinners, and especially enjoy your first evening with us in the comfort of your rooms and the companionship of our beautiful ladies." * * * * * After dinner, Trina and Candi both escorted me to my room and gave me a long kiss before leaving me to myself. My bags had already arrived and been unpacked, so I took a moment to shower, dress in a silk robe that I had bought for the occasion, and sat down to read the information card. Most of it was pretty much what I had expected, rules that essentially boiled down to behaving oneself and treating the staff with respect. It mentioned again that tips were "welcome", which I took to mean that if one wanted the girls to do anything special, one would have to pay for it. Unsurprising, but I didn't like having to deal with money and made a mental note to make some kind of arrangement to have it taken care of automatically. There was a note to the effect that each companion was to have time off between nine and eleven AM and another hour at her discretion, but that otherwise they were ours for the whole day. There were also rules regarding photos taken at the resort (allowed, but for private use only, not for publication in any way) and a request to keep the confidentiality of the other guests. All in all, no surprises. My complimentary champagne sat in an ice bucket chilling and I sat on the veranda doing much the same as I waited for my ladies to return. My suite was the best one in the resort, and it looked over the swimming pool and the ocean beyond. I found myself wishing that my wife were someone whose company I could enjoy at a place like this, even without the companion girls. I decided that with whatever money I had left over at the end, I would go ahead and take her on a cruise to give the rekindling of our sex life another shot. The steady wash of the waves was relaxing and even a bit hypnotic, and to my surprise the time passed quickly. It seemed like only moments before I looked down over the courtyard and saw the escorts begin to emerge from what I assumed was their private quarters and head off to their rooms. I looked for my girls, but didn't see them. The knock at my door startled me. I got up and went to open it, taking a deep breath before I did so. This was it! I opened the door to find my pretty girls locked together once more at the lips, which immediately got my blood going and put me back in the right mood. I had told Trina that one of my biggest turn-ons was watching two women kiss, and I was glad to see she had been paying attention! They pulled apart and turned to me with sensuous smiles. Both were wearing lingerie under sheer silk robes. Candi wore a white robe over blue, which set off her eyes and blonde hair. Her tits were cupped by a satin bustier trimmed with white lace, and she wore matching panties. Her stockings were white fishnet, something I'd never seen before but that looked enticing on her long and smooth legs. Her heels were likewise blue. Trina matched Candi in every way, except that she wore red with black lace and robe. Together they presented a matching set, enhancing the idea of two women as sexual partners, and it was one of the most exciting images I had ever seen. "Aren't you going to invite us in, lover?" Trina asked. I stepped back immediately. "Please, ladies, right this way," I said. They came inside and Candi raised a hand to stroke my cheek with one finger as she passed, grinning mischievously. "I just know we're going to have a great time together," Trina said to me. "And Candi here just can't wait to feel you. She's really hot, you know. Would you like to touch her? I know she'd like that." Candi said nothing, but smiled and winked at me as she stood with her hands on her hips and her legs apart. I went over and gently laid hands on her barely-covered tits, feeling their firm roundness under the tight satin. She tilted her head back and sighed softly, letting me roam my hands around her as I pleased. "Ooh, I want to touch her too," Trina said as she embraced Candi from behind and slid her hands up under mine to stroke Candi's breasts as well. I stood back slightly so I could watch Trina feel her up, and see the expressions of pleasure on Candi's face. When Trina began to kiss her neck, the blonde woman's sighs turned to moans. "Want to see her tits?" Trina asked in a husky whisper. "Yes..." I replied. I expected Trina to pull down the top of the bustier, but instead she reached her fingertips into some hidden catch under Candi's breasts and lifted away the cups, tossing them aside and leaving Candi's globes encircled with a trim of satin and lace. Freed from their confines, her beautiful breasts stood out shapely and firm, white and creamy against skin tanned slightly by the Caribbean sun. Her nipples were pale pink, still soft and waiting for the touch of another's lips to bring them to hardness. Traci's slim hands caressed them gently and held them up for me to see and touch. "Give us a kiss, love," Candi said playfully, shaking her tits slightly back and forth. I leaned down and touched my lips to one nipple, sucking it gently and then blowing across it to make it grow hard. Then I did the same with the other one, and licked it a little as well, as Candi stroked my hair and invited me to continue by pulling me gently toward her. Suddenly there appeared to the side a second pair of naked breasts, slightly larger and surrounded by red satin instead of blue. I moved my kiss from Candi to Trina, then back again as the girls pressed their tits together and let me take a nipple from each of them into my mouth at the same time. When I looked up, they had each other's tongues in their mouths, and I rose to join the kiss and feel their embrace. There's nothing in the world that I love more than kissing two hot women at the same time, and these two were very good at it. The rule when kissing with multiple partners is that it's better to give than receive, and they gave well, their tongues twirling in our shared center, their lips full and sweet and questing. It was a delightful taste of pleasures to come. "Let's go to the bed, lover," Trina suggested. The girls encouraged me to lie down and then stripped me nude, their hands stroking my legs and thighs but deliberately not touching my rock-hard member. Then they stood up before me and slid off panties and silk robes, leaving the lacy bustiers and the stockings on. Trina was shaved clean and Candi had only a tiny heart-shaped patch of blonde curls over her pussy. Again they kissed, deep and slow, touching each others' bodies and pressing their tits together. Then they turned back to me and began to crawl onto the bed, looking hot and wild as they approached. Candi reached me first and kissed me deep, and then Trina, and soon we were all kissing together again. I felt like I couldn't get enough of their tongues and lips, and when Candi moved aside to let Trina on top of me, I almost told them to stop and just keep kissing me together all night. Then the moist lips of Trina's pussy came down over the straining head of my cock, and my needs abruptly changed. "I want to fuck you so bad," Trina hissed. "And I'm not going to stop until you come in me. Are you ready for my pussy?" "Yes," I managed to say. I felt Candi's hands on my member, guiding me into Trina's moist opening. "We're going to fuck each other lots of times this week," Trina whispered as she prepared to take me inside. "I want you to remember this first time, lover. Look into my eyes... don't look away, not even for a moment..." Then, with slow deliberation, Trina lowered herself down over me, sliding me inside her warm wetness and purring with pleasure through pursed lips. "Oooh... I knew you would feel good inside me," she whispered. Her hips began to rock back and forth, gently moving me in and out of her and bouncing her tits slightly up and down. Her eyes narrowed and stared right into me, hot with passion, burning with lust. She took me deeper with each thrust, until I could feel her wet pussy lips touch my skin as I thrust all the way into her. Dream Vacation Pt. 01 For a moment I had forgotten about Candi, but then she was suddenly there, crawling on her hands and knees to take Trina's nipple into her mouth and suck on it hard. Left with two free hands, I reached up to caress Trina's other breast with one and slipped the other between Candi's legs to feel her. "Go inside me," Candi begged around a mouthful of tit. "Fuck both of us together!" I slid two fingers into Candi's hot little pussy and soon both girls were moaning with lust. With such stimulation, I reached climax quickly and without warning, pumping my cream into Trina as her pussy tightened around me. Candi pulled away from me and Trina to allow the brunette to lay down over me and kiss me deep as I came in her pussy, and as I calmed down from the sex-induced high I felt Candi's lips there as well. "Damn, that was a hot fuck," Trina whispered. "The first of many, I hope... you made my pussy burn, lover..." We lay together quietly for a bit while I caught my breath. Trina pulled off of me and rolled to one side, her hand between her legs, rubbing our combined love honey all around her pussy and her thighs. She even dipped a finger inside herself and put it between her lips as if to savor the taste of our cream. "I want some," Candi purred. Trina smiled. "Come get it, honey," she said, spreading her legs wide and beckoning with one finger. Candi stood up and walked around the bed until she could lean over and put her face between Trina's legs, and began to lick her thighs and around her sex. Trina moaned and began to rub her tits with both hands, while Candi reached back between her own legs and stroked her own clit with a free hand. I had already fired two shots that evening, and normally wouldn't have been up for a third round, but with the kind of stimulation I was getting I could have fucked all night long. Candi's legs were spread and her tight and round bottom stuck up in the air as she licked Trina's pussy, and I took it as an invitation. I got to my feet with some difficulty (my knees were understandably weak) and moved in behind the pretty blonde with a cock that was still mostly hard. "Oh God, do I get to feel you fuck me too?" Candi asked. "If you want me to," I replied. "Oh yeah, lover, put it in my cunt... let me feel your big cock inside me," she growled. I grabbed her hips and put the head of my member between her thighs, rubbing back and forth across her clit. Her moans were muffled by Trina's pussy but hot and passionate, and after a moment I had hardened up enough to enter her. For the second time in less than five minutes, my cock went into a hot pussy. "Mmm, fuck my cunt good," Candi whispered. "Come on, I want your hot come inside me, I want you to do me like you did her... make me come, lover!" For what seemed like hours I thrust in and out of Candi's sweet pussy, watching her lick Trina while I fucked her deep and strong, until at last I was ready to shoot my load into her. "Here it comes," I whispered through clenched teeth. "Do it, please do it!" Candi hissed. "Oh God, I'm coming!" Trina cried. "I want you to come too!" Trina got her wish as I shot my load into Candi; and both women moaned and squirmed as the three of us came together. I managed to remain standing long enough to finish and then nearly fell backward into a chair that I was lucky to find behind me. The girls kissed each others' lips as I regained my breath, and then both lay back on the bed, nearly as exhausted as I was. "Wow," Trina said to the ceiling. "That was some good fucking." "Really good," Candi agreed. The three of us took a quick moment in the shower to clean ourselves up, and when I came out again I was surprised to find the bed made with fresh sheets. Candi smiled and said that she had called for maid service to take care of it while we cleaned ourselves up. I reminded myself that the cleaning staff needed a tip as well as the girls. The girls were naked now after our shower, and still enticing though I just didn't have it in me to perform any longer. The three of us lay down on the bed, me in the middle, and we kissed one more time. "Sleep well, lover," Trina whispered. "We still have seven more nights together, after all..." TO BE CONTINUED Note: Safe sex is good. Using condoms when engaging in casual or for-hire sex is imperative. This is a fantasy, where no one has STDs or gets accidentally pregnant. The fact that there are no rubbers in my story does not mean I wouldn't use them in real life. Dream Vacation Pt. 02 Dream Vacation Pt. 02 "But actually, the answer is yes, the orgasm on the boat was for real. Every once in a while it feels good enough to put me over the edge, and I happen to really like doing it out in the open and making noise. Orgasms are kind of a little bonus in this business. Last night with you and Candi, though, was an act. I didn't fake it to be dishonest or to fool you, but because I thought it would give you pleasure and enhance your experience. "Do I find you attractive? Yes, as it happens I do, but I would perform the same service for someone I didn't. I like you, because you're a nice guy and you treat me with respect and not like a cheap whore. I'm happy to give you my best work because I sense you'll appreciate it. But really, what you have to understand about this relationship is that it's all about you. Whether I get off is irrelevant in this case. You paid for a sexual companion, and it's my job to satisfy your needs. I like doing this. My reward isn't in the orgasms, it's in the paycheck and the knowledge of a job well done. If you go home at the end of the week with happy memories and something new to think about when you're alone at night, then I've done well. I hope that doesn't kill it for you, but I get the idea that when you ask someone to be honest you really want them to, even if it's not what you want to hear." I smiled at her. "Actually, I'm happy to hear it. What turns me on the most is a woman who wants to have sex, you know? So if you like your work and take pride in it, that's good enough for me. Still, if you can give me any advice on how to please my wife, I'd love to hear it." "You really want my advice? Just stop thinking about her for a week. Indulge yourself, live some fantasies, and be selfish in bed while you're here. Let me take care of you and give you what you need. Enjoy your vacation. For this week, you're a bachelor again." I shrugged. "I can try that." "Good," Trina said, and gave me a kiss. "Now, I think you need a night of pure self-absorption. We'll go back to the resort and pick out a pretty girl with talented hands who can give you the rubdown of your life, and then she and I can put on a private show just for your pleasure. And if you want to finish it with your cock inside one of us... that's up to you." * * * * * Trina and I walked arm-in-arm into the lobby, where Samantha greeted us. "Good evening, Xavier! I trust you've had a pleasant afternoon?" I indicated Trina. "How could I not?" I asked. Trina giggled, and kissed me on the cheek while Samantha beamed at us. "Wonderful! And I hope you'll have an even more pleasant evening. Dinner is about to be served and of course you will have the opportunity of choosing your second companion for the evening." "Actually, I've just decided to let Trina choose," I said. "She hasn't steered me wrong so far." "Splendid! Well, you'll probably want to change out of those wet things, so I'll make sure your place at the table is held for you. Oh, and don't forget, we've invited some ladies from our sister resorts to entertain tomorrow night, so I hope you'll be around to join us in the lounge for the event." Trina and I rode the elevator up to my room, and when the doors closed she made a point of putting her tongue down my throat and deep-kissing me until they opened at the top. We went into my room and undressed quickly, showered together, and dressed again. Of course we made out in the shower a bit and soaped each other up, but we were in too much of a hurry to do much more. She dressed in a lacy black bra over which she threw a sheer red shirt, a short and tight black skirt, and black open-toed heels. Her hair she let go free, and her lips she colored red. I went with a black shirt left unbuttoned and a pair of long shorts. We kissed again in the elevator on the way down to the lobby, and emerged hungry for more than dinner. The dining room was mostly full, not only with the other guests and their companions but also with the remaining ladies from whom I could choose. I noticed that Brad and his escort were absent, but everyone else was there. Ted and Jean, it seemed, had taken Candi in as a second companion, and she winked at me as I sat down with Trina. "You really want me to choose?" Trina asked as we got comfortable. "Of course," I said. "You certainly picked a winner in Candi." "That I did," she smiled. "All right then, I'll see who's available and find you a fine woman." She took a sip of her drink. "You heard what Samantha said about entertainers?" "Yeah, what's that about?" "Well, it's really very exciting. We work with a number of other similar resorts, and together we have a team of exotic dancers who make the rounds of the islands and perform for our guests. Not only are they allowed to go a little further than they could in a club back in the States, but you can actually choose one of them for your second companion." "I really should have read the brochure more closely," I said, grinning. "So, if you're up for it, we can make plans tomorrow night to see the show. You can enjoy some lapdancing and a little hanky-panky, and then we can pick someone to go up to our room and spend the night. Haven't you ever gone to a strip club and wanted to take one of the girls home with you? Now you can." "Sounds like a dream come true. So... who did you have in mind for tonight?" Trina looked thoughtfully around the room. The tables were full with the guests and their companions, and the "extra" girls wandered around and struck up conversations with those who didn't have a second. I guessed that they were probably drumming up business, as those who purchased a regular package could choose to drop some extra dough on a second companion for a single night. Since I had known that this vacation was a one-shot deal for me, I had chosen the premium package, and the more I learned about it the happier I was with my decision. "There," Trina said, pointing discreetly. "The blonde woman in the red sequins. Her name is Katiana. She's the one you want." I saw the woman Trina indicated and had to agree. She was wonderfully exotic, with her long blonde hair and Asian features. Her eyes had the classic almond shape and her skin was like golden porcelain, smooth and glowing. Her breasts were very large and round, too large to be natural, but they looked good enough on her that I was willing to accept that. I remembered her from the welcoming party, and I would have taken her if not for Trina. Katiana was hot. I plucked the rose from the vase on my table and called the waitress over. "Please," I said to her, "could you offer this to Katiana with my compliments?" "Of course," she said with a smile. Within moments Katiana had come over to join us at our table. "Good evening," she said with an extraordinary but subtle accent, a mix of British and Chinese (as I later learned she herself was). "You wish me to join you, I hope?" "I do," I said, standing and pulling out her chair. "Please, brighten our table." She laughed lightly. "How sweet. You are Xavier, I recall. I am Katiana." "I remember you well, Katiana. You made quite an impression on me at the welcome. It was a very close call, let me tell you." "I don't blame you for your choice," she said, looking sideways at the woman beside her. "Trina is nearly irresistible. I hope that you will let me touch her tonight." "Why do you think I recommended you?" Trina asked slyly. "Though, even if she hadn't, I think I would have made the same choice," I hastened to add. "I was about to tell Xavier about the magic of your massage," Trina said. "My poor man needs desperately to relax and indulge himself. I thought of you right away." "There is no one better," Katrina assured me. "I will make your tensions vanish and your cares float away. Then... Trina and I will love each other for your pleasure, and make you hard and ready to penetrate me." The last was whispered, and she licked her red lips. Dinner was server at that moment, though I was suddenly noticeably less hungry. For food. * * * * * "Go to Cabana two," Katiana had told me when dinner was finished. "There, you should remove all of your clothing and take a shower. The water will be very cold, but I assure you it is necessary for the full enjoyment of your massage. When you are done with your shower, do not dry off. Trina and I will guide you through the rest of your relaxation experience." Then she had kissed me, not deeply with her tongue but feather-light with her lips on mine, pulling away just as I was about to draw her in. She was a tease, that I could tell, but if she delivered in the end then I loved it all the more. Half an hour later I found myself at the Cabana, a thatched hut set in a sheltered and hidden corner of the grounds. The wide open window looked out over the ocean where the waning daylight sparkled on the waves. In the cabana itself was an open shower, a table for me to lie on, a dancing fire in the middle, and a heavy wooden door that I guessed led to a sauna. Just outside and below the window was a large and steaming pool, made to look like part of the natural rock. I had worn only a pair of shorts, which I kicked aside with some self-consciousness, as the building was mostly open to the outside air and I felt like I was on display for all to see. Trina had assured me that there was no line-of-sight that looked into the Cabana, however, and that there was no way anyone would be watching. I stepped into the shower area and found the knob to turn it on - and almost yelled out with shock! A cascade of chill water gushed over me from the ceiling and turned my blood to ice. Katiana had warned me about the water temperature, but I hadn't been prepared for the full reality of it. As I gritted my teeth and endured, I couldn't help but think that this was hardly the sort of place where one should really need to take a cold shower. Katiana hadn't told me how long I should shower, but I soon reached a point where I'd had all I wanted of freezing water and reached out to shut it off. As I did, my hand closed over slender fingers already on the knob, and the water stopped as suddenly as it had started. I blinked and wiped my eyes, and saw Trina standing before me. "Hi lover," she grinned. "Had enough?" "I had enough before it started," I replied. "Well, Katiana knows what she's doing. It's all for the greater good, trust me. She'll be joining us soon, and you'll be feeling much better. Come here, my poor shivering darling, let's get you warmed up." Trina led me over to the massage table and opened it up in a strange way, such that it resembled an elongated cross. I saw that I was supposed to lie face-down with my legs on two different outstretched pads, my arms spread out a different way, and my head into a cushioned recess with a hole through it that let me breathe. The entire device, though it looked peculiar, was remarkably comfortable. It became even more so as Trina adjusted the length of the leg and arm rests to my height, and then let the entire apparatus fold downwards slightly at the extremities, leaving me "draped" over the top of it in a naturally relaxed position. I normally don't like lying down on my stomach, but this strangely designed table held me in a very comfortable way. I couldn't help but notice that part of its design was to leave the genitals hanging free. "Ready to begin?" she asked. "I suppose," I said. I felt her lips close to my ear. "Enjoy..." she whispered. I heard the click of a switch as she walked away. I couldn't tell whether she actually left or not; all I could see was the edge of the seashore where the waves lapped up on the sand. The table had been aimed at a window that I hadn't previously noticed, cut where the wall met the floor. I could also hear something, like the mechanical whine of a small pump. For a moment I wondered what it was, and then felt something extraordinary; the table beneath me was warming softly, the sensation enormously soothing to my chilled skin. Then the entire surface upon which I lay seemed to grow moist, and a penetrating heat rose from beneath me. Somehow, the table had been designed to extrude warm oil from what felt like hundreds of small openings. The sudden transition from cold to warm, in addition to my relaxed posture, seemed to turn my entire body into something the consistency of well-boiled pasta. A low, hollow, fluting music filled the air, just quiet enough so as not to overwhelm the sound of the waves below. I caught the exotic scent of perfume, and knew Katiana had entered the cabana. When I felt more oil pouring onto my exposed back, followed by a pair of warm hands and then a soft body, I felt I had entered heaven. "Quiet calm, my love," Katiana's whispered voice cooed in my ear. "Feel my hands and my body touch you... I will take you to the clouds." Slowly and firmly, her hands began to knead and rub my skin, forcing knotted muscles to relax and pulling all the energy from me. Her talented hands ranged all over me, rubbing tirelessly and ceaselessly. As she massaged me for what seemed like hours on end, I began to feel that, just as she had promised, I was floating on warm clouds. I completely lost track of time and place, and when I felt the table close back up and the hands of both women lifting and turning my body over to face up, I had no idea how long I had lain there or, indeed, much sense of where "there" was. I hadn't fallen asleep, but felt as though I were in an Alpha state between sleep and wakefulness, my thoughts wandering and meaningless. Her hands touched me again and rubbed my body some more, vanishing any remaining tension or tightness. I felt what my waking mind would have recognized as her soft and large breasts on my oil-saturated chest, but all I really knew was that I felt pleasure, and when my manhood entered a hot wetness, I no longer had the strength to respond. Nor did I have the need, for the motion of my lover's hips moved me in and out with no effort on my part. The kneading of her hands never stopped, rubbing deeply into my shoulders and chest, relaxing me even as she stimulated me. Such a pleasure enveloped me from her touch, I couldn't even tell whether I reached climax; only that her thrusting eventually slowed its pace and then stopped. Still, though, she held me inside her. Again the table became warm and wet, and her hands stroked me again, at first slick and slippery, then with resistance and friction. Some level of my clouded mind realized that the oil was being rinsed away. Other hands rubbed my legs and arms, and then through my hair, as I was made clean once again. Through it all, my manhood remained plunged deep in her warm and wet sex. Then she lay on top of me, and I felt her lips touch mine in a feathery lightness. "Stay with me," she whispered, and I knew I would never do anything else. Her arms wrapped around me as I slid from the table and immersed in a delightfully warm pool. For the first time in years (so it seemed) I was upright and my feet touched something solid, but there was no need to support myself. The beautiful women, one in front and one behind, would do that for me. I felt their kisses and their touch, and reveled in their attentions. "All things end, my lover," I heard my woman say. "It has been a wonderful dream, but it is ending now. You must return to us. Can you find your way?" Was I lost? I didn't feel that way, but if she said it then it must be so. Slowly, I became aware of a glowing light, growing brighter. It was red and lovely. "Kiss me," the lips whispered. I tried, but I couldn't move enough to respond. "You must kiss me," she said, more insistent. I wanted to, and soon I felt my lips open and a warm tongue come inside my mouth. A trickle flowed through me, a touch of sexual excitement that aroused me and made me respond further. I became aware of other lips questing to touch mine, and as I turned to kiss them as well the voice was back in my ear. "Do you want to make love to me?" she whispered. Did I? I thought so, but I wasn't sure. The idea of making love to this woman gave me another thrill, and I felt the mist lift away further. For the first time, I actively wondered where I was. The thought awakened my sleepy mind, and I came to realize that I was standing in deep water, with two women holding me, kissing me, begging me to awaken. "Fuck me," Katiana whispered. I instinctively thrust upward, and the sudden pleasure cut through the fog like a blast of wind. With a rush and a rise, my mind awoke from its dream and I felt Katiana's body in my arms, her legs wrapped around me, with Trina next to me and all our lips and tongues caressing together. "Open your eyes," Katiana said through our kiss. With a conscious effort, I did, and the world seemed to explode in red. I stumbled slightly, and the women held me upright in the water. When I opened my eyes again, I had to squint even though the light was dim, and slowly I saw Katiana's lovely face swim into focus before me. She was very close, and when I looked into her eyes, she smiled. "Have you come back to us?" she asked. I had to go searching for my voice. "I... I think so," I said, a bit shaky. "Tell me where you are," she said. I had to think for a moment, and then my mind came back to me in a rush. "I'm... at the resort. In the massage cabana. With you and Trina." "And inside me," Katiana said with a bigger smile as she thrust her hips slightly to emphasize her words. I shook my head slightly. "What did you do to me?" I asked, still somewhat confused. "Did I fall asleep?" "I call it sensual hypnosis," she explained to me. "You've been in a deep trance for some time, utterly relaxed and at peace. Not all whom I massage are able to do this, but you were one of the lucky ones." "I was hypnotized?" I asked. "How...?" "I know acupressure techniques that can lull the mind, and once you are receptive to me, I give you the pleasure of a woman. You came inside me no less than three times, you know." "I did?" I asked, stunned. "How did you do that?" "You are a very potent and powerful man," Katiana whispered. "It is not I who gives you such strength... it is within you to satisfy the needs of any woman, as long as you have the will..." Her words were liquid and soothing, and I felt myself nodding back into a state of submission. Katiana leaned in and kissed me again, and it felt as though she were breathing energy back into me. Soon I was awake enough to respond, and she let me enjoy the kiss for a long moment before pulling away, smiling. "I told you she was magic," Trina said to me with a grin. I took a deep breath and blew it out, trying to break the spell this woman still seemed to hold over me. "Whoa," I said. "Okay, I'm impressed. I mean, I am really damn impressed. That was just incredible." Katiana kissed me. "I am glad to have pleased you," she said. "Now, perhaps we can retire to your room? You have more than satisfied my need for a man, but... I have other desires as well, and I wish to feel the touch of your woman." I nodded, and bent my knees slightly to let Katiana slip off my still-hard cock. The water of the tub was the same warmth as her body, easing what would have felt like a painful loss as I came free of her. Then I encountered a slight problem. "Um, ladies... I'm not sure I can get out. It's strange, my arms and legs just won't respond." They looked at each other and giggled slightly. "That's Katiana's fault," Trina said. "Here, watch closely." The two women brought their lips together and kissed passionately, pressing their naked bodies together. I felt a surge of excitement, and more than that, a rush of strength into my limbs. I still felt relaxed, but I could move again. Dream Vacation Pt. 02 Katiana pulled away from Trina. "A hypnotic suggestion," she said with a guilty smile. "You probably don't remember it. I told you that your arms and legs would not move, so that I could fuck you and you would stay relaxed and still. It was Trina who suggested the trigger to break the command. As soon as you saw us kiss, the spell was broken, so to speak. I'm not sure why she chose that, really." "Because I wanted to taste your lips, sexy woman," Trina whispered lustily. "Now, come back to our room, so I can taste your sweet pussy." * * * * * It was a difficult walk back to the elevator and then into the bedroom, and I found that I had to lean on the girls a bit for support. Katiana assured me that she hadn't left any other suggestions in my head, it was simply that she had relaxed my body so much that it would be some time before I could actually use the muscles again. "After a good sleep, you should be all right," she assured me. When we got to the bedroom, the girls lay me down gently, propping me up against a stack of pillows. I saw that it was after midnight; we'd been in the cabana for almost three hours. The girls excused themselves for a moment and went into the bathroom. I knew I should have been exhausted but I actually felt fairly awake, and although my body still felt limp and unwilling to move, my mind was alive and I was still excited to watch my sexy companions make love. I didn't know if I had it in me to fire another shot myself, as it were, but for the moment I was content to simply lie back and be entertained. Katiana emerged first from the bathroom. She had taken a moment to re-apply her makeup, and now faced me with red lips and shadowed eyes. Her hair was still wet from the tub but she had combed it out straight and long down her back, and the slick-and-shiny blonde look combined with her golden skin and Asian eyes made her look very exotic and very exciting. She still wore no clothes at all, and her large breasts were beautiful and full, the nipples dark brown with a hint of red, hardened into buds. Trina came out next, also still naked, and with her face freshly painted as well. She wore the same red lips as Katiana, and her hair was similarly combed back wet. Her breasts were not as large as Katiana's, but still round and beautiful. The girls stood before me for a long moment just letting me look at them, and then at last turned to each other and moved close. "Will you satisfy my desires, Trina?" Katiana asked. "Yes, if you will give me pleasures," Trina replied. They began to kiss, first slowly and lightly, then with heat and passion. Trina's breasts rested just above Katiana's, as she was slightly taller, and both women felt each other's bodies as they embraced. I again felt a slight rush of strength and energy, and realized that Katiana's suggestion had been at work on me again. Now that it seemed to have lifted completely away, my cock came to life and stiffened in response to the beautiful and unbelievably sexy image before me of these two hot women kissing. They broke apart staring into each other's eyes, and with her lips panting in excitement, Katiana cupped her own breasts and offered them up to touch and kiss. Never breaking eye contact, Trina lowered her lips to one nipple and sucked it gently into her mouth. Katiana gasped and shivered with excitement, urging Trina to suck deeper and harder by pushing her breast slightly into the brunette's pretty face. Trina switched to the other nipple and let her tongue trace circles around and around the hard bud, and this time Katiana did break eye contact, throwing her head back and moaning with lust. She squeezed her large tits around Trina's face as the pretty brunette moved to lick between them, and then they laced fingers together and held hands as they brought lips to lips once more, kissing like lovers. When they stopped, they looked in each others' eyes again, and actually smiled at one another as if sharing a secret. Still hand in hand, they came around the bed and sat down next to me, tasting lips and tongues again, close so that I could see the way their pretty faces came together and the wetness of their luscious red lips. For a moment I thought of joining them, but held back, wanting even more to watch their hot lesbian lovemaking play out to the end. There was a certain excitement in the way they pretended I wasn't even there, and openly made love without a care in the world. Trina now lay over the top of Katiana on the bed next to me, and pulled herself slightly up her exotic lover's body so that Katiana could have her turn sucking on her lover's tits. Trina sighed at first, then bit her lip and moaned when Katiana reached down with one hand to stroke her sex. A finger disappeared into Trina's pussy, followed by a second, and together they stroked in and out of her, growing wet with her secretions. Again they kissed, and with her free hand Katiana moved her full breasts around until the two women met nipples-to-nipples. "...want you..." Katiana breathed, the first words either of them had spoken since their lovemaking began. As one they rolled over toward me, and their bodies touched mine. They still took no notice of me, involved as they were wholly in each other, and now it was Trina who licked her lover's breasts from below and reached down to slip a moistened fingertip into Katiana's sex. The pretty Asian blonde showed no self-consciousness or shame as she moaned and gasped with her face only inches away from mine, giving me the full view of her ecstasy. Again I quashed the desire to kiss her, but I knew I couldn't for much longer. For a moment, Katiana rose up to a kneeling position to let Trina move out from under her, and then the pretty brunette slid back into place, with her face between Katiana's knees and her legs spread to receive pleasure. Katiana dropped back down into her natural place, and the women put tongues to pussies at last. Katiana seemed to relish the taste of her lover's moist lips, sucking them into her mouth with long, pulling strokes. The look of her face was that of one in rapture as Trina did much the same to her, and both girls moaned together with hot lust. The way they plunged into each other with such abandon and vigor was beyond anything I'd ever seen in real life, and would have seemed more like something out of a porn movie if they hadn't been right in front of me, real to the touch and ready to take me whenever I wanted. Then the girls sat up and separated, eyes burning into each other with naked desire, and with a smooth and obviously well-practiced move slid back together with their legs intertwined and their pussies touching. Together, they both began to move their hips in slow circles, rubbing clit to clit, both moaning with excitement. The draw to join them had become stronger than I could bear, and I sat up next to them, holding them together so that their hands were free to touch each others' bodies. The women kissed me together, and then returned to each other as I watched. For a long and enjoyable time they made love with each other, sliding wet pussies together, feeling soft breasts and hard nipples, sucking eager tongues and tender lips. Despite what Katiana had said about my having already come three times, my cock felt ready to explode and I needed one of them to fuck me. Still, they carried on and on with each other, as if insatiable. Finally, with all our energy nearly spent, Trina lay me down on the bed and eased herself down over my cock. Within three strokes I loosed my cream into her, and she collapsed on top of me, nearly exhausted. I felt much the same, unable to stand or move more than I had to in order to help her off me and pull her close to one side while Katiana settled into my opposite shoulder. What little energy we had left went to kissing each others' lips, and then with an arm around each beautiful woman, I fell into a deep sleep. TO BE CONTINUED Note: Safe sex is good. Using condoms when engaging in casual or for-hire sex is imperative. This is a fantasy, where no one has STDs or gets accidentally pregnant. The fact that there are no rubbers in my story does not mean I wouldn't use them in real life. Dream Vacation Pt. 03 === DAY THREE === The next morning I woke surprisingly early, at around eight o'clock, and when I stirred the women sleeping on either side of me did as well. They both moved closer into my arms, snuggling their naked bodies against me. For probably about ten minutes, I lay there awake with Trina and Katiana sleeping soundly and peacefully beside me. Trina's eyes fluttered open first, and she smiled at me upon awakening. "Mmm... good morning, lover," she whispered. "Did you sleep all right?" "Better than I have in a long time," I answered. "Great. Want to fuck?" I coughed slightly. "I don't know what kind of Superman you think I am. How many dozen times have I come in the last two days, anyway? I've already lost track." She nodded and sighed. "Yes, I know. I'm just so horny around you, and I so get off on having another woman." As if on cue, Katiana arched her back and stretched herself awake. "Oooh... what a wonderful way to spend the night. How about a morning kiss?" I took her up on it, and so did Trina. It was perhaps the most arousing wake-up call I'd ever had, and filled my mind with images from the night before. My well-used cock actually began to stiffen as I felt the rush of lust again. "He's getting hard, Trina," Katiana whispered as we all rubbed lips together. I felt her hand stroke up and down my member, and then a second hand joined hers. "Do you think he would let us lick his hard cock?" Trina asked. "Let's find out." "Okay." The two women slid down my body and kissed again, this time with the head of my member between them. I didn't think I'd be able to come for them again, but it still felt good to have their warm and wet tongues caressing me. I loved that Trina seemed to always want more, that she was always ready and horny and sexy. I was past the point of caring whether she really wanted me on some level or if it was all for the money; whatever the reason, she wanted sex, and that fired me up no matter how exhausted I was. The sensation of two women servicing my rod was new to me, exciting both in the physical feel and the very idea that they were both essentially bowing down to me and offering me pleasure. I don't have a power fetish, but I think the idea of women assuming such a submissive, obedient role is appealing to any man on the basest level. Not just lips and tongues but tits came into play as Katiana squeezed her D-cups around my manhood and slid gently up and down, while Trina used a fingertip dripping wet with saliva to softly massage the very tip of my cock. As they pleased me they also caressed each other with hands and tongues, and soon - much to my own surprise - I felt the build-up to climax. "I'm going to come," I warned Katiana, who had wrapped her lips around me once more. In response, Katiana did not pull away but instead sucked me deeper into her mouth, looking up at me with hungry eyes that seemed to beg me for my cream. Trina, who had been licking and tickling Katiana's earlobe with her tongue, looked up at me as well. "Go on, give it to her," she whispered. "She wants it so bad..." I let my come shoot into her mouth, and saw her swallow it all and lick me clean before giving a taste of what remained on her lips to the pretty woman next to her. * * * * * We shared a brief shower after our little morning delight. I was amazed when I rose from bed at how limber and energized I felt, despite having sexually exhausted myself. Katiana's rubdown had really done wonders for me, both the full treatment from the night before and her more specific massage the morning after. She kissed me and Trina enthusiastically when it was time for her to go. "Remember me in your fantasies," she said in parting. Trina turned to me. "You know, technically it's my break time, but if you want to get breakfast together I'd be up for it. Cool?" "Sounds great," I said. "Let's head down." "Excellent! I do need to be at the staff meeting at ten o'clock, but that's enough time for us to eat." A few minutes later, we sat on the patio together, enjoying shrimp cocktail and mimosa. "Trina, the past couple of days have been pretty incredible," I said. "It's almost too much to absorb all at once. I mean, I knew this place was going to be great, but I never expected to find the natives so friendly, so to speak. I think I've had a dozen orgasms since I got here." Trina smiled. "I'm glad you're having a good time. I am too. Remember, I really enjoy my work. So do most of the girls here. I like giving men pleasure. I like you because you really appreciate it - I can tell." I nodded. "I feel like all my life I've been sexually frustrated, and now at last I'm getting what I need. I just hope I can adjust back again when the time comes to leave." "Oh, I think that by then you really will be exhausted," Trina winked. "And remember, you can come back someday." "Not likely. It was quite a fortuitous series of events that made it possible even one time. I think this will be my only trip, as much as I might like otherwise." "Well, I'm going to miss you, lover," she pouted. "But let's not talk about something that's still days away. We have so much time still to spend together. What should we do today?" I thought for a moment. "You know, this is going to sound awful, but... I think I need some alone time. Recharge the batteries, as it were. I'm not the kind of guy who can constantly party and socialize; I need solitude from time to time. I don't want to offend you or anything, Trina, because you've been really terrific -" "Oh, don't worry about it!" Trina said brightly. "Really, I don't mind at all. This is your vacation, Xavier. You need to do whatever you want. Don't worry about me, I'll be totally cool." "You're sure you don't mind?" "Truly. I want you to be happy. If spending an afternoon by yourself is what does that, then by all means, enjoy your own company." "For once, that's something I don't have to do," I pointed out. Trina giggled. "So, what do you think you'll do with your day, now that it's suddenly free?" I asked. She shrugged. "Probably just relax by the pool. Maybe lie out on the beach, whatever suits my fancy." "Come on, Trina, I'm sure you get all the time you want for that sort of thing. I think you just want to make sure you're here in case I change my mind about wanting to be alone." "It's my job," she admitted. "Okay. How would it be if I went to Samantha and told her that nothing would make me happier than to see you take the entire afternoon off and do whatever you please? I don't want you to get in trouble with your boss, but I really wouldn't be able to relax knowing that you're hanging around here just in case I need you at my beck and call. Really, I'd be much more relaxed knowing that you're doing something you enjoy." Trina smiled genuinely at me. "You're a terrific guy, you know that? Well then, to be honest, I'd kind of like to go do some shopping in town." I smiled back, and pulled out my wallet, extracting a hundred-dollar bill. "Here," I said. "Get yourself something nice." "I thought you didn't want to deal with money," Trina grinned. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you." "Well, that's true, but this is more of a gift than a tip. Tips are for services rendered; this is just because you're a sweet girl, and I like you." "Damn, I'm glad I seduced you. You're a hell of a catch." "Oh, in that case, here's another fifty. Pick out something you can use to seduce me further." She laughed, and took the fifty as well. * * * * * After squaring things with Samantha and assuring her that it was my wish to give Trina the afternoon to herself (and to give Katiana an extra hundred bucks as thanks for her exquisite massage), I went back up to my room to stretch out for a while and relax. For a while, I enjoyed the tranquil breeze coming in through the open door of the balcony, and the distant sound of the waves, but around noon my solitude was interrupted by the raucous sound of laughing and splashing from outside. I looked out to see what was going on, and saw three of my fellow guests and about five escort girls, all topless, enjoying a game of volleyball in the pool. Well, that pretty much killed any chance of getting some rest in my room. Not that I was upset, of course - under other circumstances, I would have happily joined in, but I just wasn't in the mood. The odd thing was, I had thought I wanted to be alone, but that wasn't working for me. It wasn't that I wanted Trina back, either. I pondered for a moment before I came to the understanding that what I really wanted was my wife. I wished that she could be with me, enjoying the experience as I did – impossible as that may be. I picked up the phone and dialed my home number. After three rings, the voicemail picked up, gave its generic greeting, and beeped at me. "Hey, Michelle, it's me," I said. "Just leaving a message in case you check them. I wanted to let you know that I miss you, but I think it's great that you're having fun with your friends. Maybe we can, I don't know, take a vacation together sometime soon. I'd really like to be able to be alone with you in a romantic place for a week. "I'll be checking messages myself, so leave me one if you can. I love you." I hung up the phone and sighed. I thought about how, given the choice, I would far rather have had my wife with me than all the women in the resort, if only she would show me physical love. I wished it were enough that we loved each other in mind and spirit, but it wasn't. Over time, it had become painfully clear that my needs for emotional and physical contact would have to be divided. My wife, it seemed, just couldn't give my body what it needed, and I knew I would never feel emotionally about another woman the way I did about my Michelle. I felt a surge of anger. Why did she torture me like this? Why did she drive me to such things as spending a clandestine week at a glamorized whorehouse, fucking my brains out on pussy for hire? Was it my fault? Was there something I wasn't giving her? Was I just too damn horny for my own good? I couldn't figure what it was, but I knew I had to find out someday soon, or I would either go mad or inevitably get caught cheating. And then I would lose her completely. I grabbed up a towel and sunglasses and left my room, taking the elevator down to the lobby, and approached Samantha behind the desk. "Hello Xavier, what can I do for you?" she asked brightly. "Is there someplace where I can go to be alone?" I asked. "Preferably by the shore, away from everyone. The party's a little loud outside, and it's getting hard to relax in my room. Not that I'm complaining," I hastened to add, “I definitely don’t want to rain on the parade.” "Of course, Xavier. There's a nice, secluded spot on the rocks just below Cabana one. I'll make sure everyone knows that you'll be using it for the next three hours. Are you quite certain you wouldn't like a companion to accompany you?" "I appreciate it, but I really am in the mood to be alone," I assured her. "And please don't think that's any reflection on Trina - I really couldn't have imagined anyone who would show more dedication to my happiness. She's been absolutely wonderful." "We're always pleased to hear that. But do allow me to have one of our ladies at least show you where to go, and once you're there, you can certainly invite her to stay with you if you change your mind." A moment later, a pretty brunette named Danielle responded to Samantha's summons. I remembered her from the welcoming party, and had seen her around a bit since then. She was a very lovely woman, with green eyes and a perfectly proportioned figure, what looked to be the classic measurements of 36-24-36. She was wearing a sheer white bikini that barely revealed the dark circles of her nipples through the fabric. Under other circumstances, I would have been eager to have her stay with me, but I really wasn't up for it. Danielle led me down a stone path to the cabana, then underneath its overhanging balcony and through some thick foliage to the beach. We came out of the brush into a ring of tall sea-washed stones that protected a small pool, into which the nearby crashing waves would occasionally flow and stir the water. Under a wide palm there sat a cushioned reclining chair wide enough for two. "This is one of my favorite places," Danielle said with a smile. "You'll probably fall asleep here if you stay by yourself. Are you quite certain you don't want some company?" Some part of me couldn't believe I was turning down this sexy woman who was obviously offering herself to me, but I did anyway. "Thank you, Danielle. Some other time, I hope, but for now... if you could just let me know when dinner rolls around, that's all I need." "I understand," she said. "There's a phone up in the cabana, feel free to call the desk if you need anything at all." She left, and I lay down on the recliner, staring up at the palm fronds swaying in the breeze. Sure enough, Danielle's warning proved accurate, and within ten minutes I was sound asleep. * * * * * My eyelids fluttered open as I felt something more solid and real than the ocean breeze. Silhouetted against the blue Caribbean sky above me was the beautiful face of my lover, Trina, her hair blowing gently in the breeze. A tiny smile touched her lips, and even that faded as she lowered her naked body down on me and kissed me awake. My manhood stirred against her, but I felt no need to enter her; my desire for that was still quenched. Instead I simply enjoyed the soft and pleasurable moment of her lips and her soft, bare skin, her body on top of mine, her hands gently caressing me along with the ocean wind. We must have laid together there for almost an hour, doing nothing more than kissing and touching, speaking no words and making no sound. I let my mind go blank to simply enjoy the sensation of a woman who wanted to touch and be touched. Fully satisfied sexually for the time being, I felt no overwhelming lust, just enjoyment of the closeness and warmth. I felt like we could probably stay that way forever, until another woman's figure covered the sun and drew our attention. I looked up, and it was Danielle. "I'm so sorry to interrupt," she said demurely, "but you wanted to know when dinner would be served." "Thanks, Danielle," I said, sitting up as Trina lifted herself off me. She turned to go, but Trina stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. The hand drifted down to Danielle's breast, and the girls brought their lips together for a slow, heated kiss. God, Trina was a terrific date. For a long minute the girls kissed passionately and deeply, and then parted. They smiled at each other, and then at me. Trina finally stood up and accepted her bikini top and a shirt from Danielle, and then the two girls gave me a hand getting up from the lounge. "Shall we?" Trina asked. "Let's," Danielle replied. The two girls took my arms on either side and we walked up the stairs together, back to the resort. * * * * * We arrived at the dining room just as the sun touched the horizon, and Danielle gave Trina and me a quick kiss before departing. "I have to get ready," she explained. "Ooh, are you dancing tonight?" Trina asked hopefully. "Cocktail waitress," she replied. "Well that's good then, we still get to see those pretty titties," Trina smiled, stroking her fingertip across Danielle's breast. Danielle narrowed her eyes and purred briefly, then winked at me and left us alone. We took our usual table on the deck and ordered up some dinner, though I found once again that I wasn't terribly hungry. Constant sexual stimulation, I realized, would probably be a very effective diet and exercise plan. "Did you have a good time today?" I asked Trina. "It was fun," she said. "I missed you, though. Every time I stepped into a dressing room, I thought about the naughty things the two of us could have been doing while I changed. Danielle says you pretty much relaxed away the afternoon." "More than that, I slept. I guess I needed it. This lifestyle is a little exhausting." "Well, I'm glad you got your rest. You'll want to be in good shape for tonight, lover. Trust me, you've never been to a club like this one. It's so much fun." "Tell me about it," I said eagerly, wanting to slip into the proper mood. "Well, it's essentially the ultimate striptease bar," she said. "Topless waitresses, naturally, and the drinks are free, though of course the waitresses appreciate tips. And there are lots of girls to go around; you won't ever have to jockey for position. Now, we start off the night with pretty much the same rules as any other club; that is, no touching." "Bummer," I said. "Trust me, it makes it hotter that way. You get to work up to it, enjoy the tease. They do two-girl shows too, sometimes even three-girl. And after each set of three songs, they have a little special. Sometimes it's lapdances for everyone, sometimes it's a special show onstage... they like to surprise you." "Er, what's the tipping policy?" I asked. "For the dancers, you're already covered," Trina said. "One of the advantages of the VIP package. And they'll be competing for you, because they get a little bonus when a VIP guest asks them for a lapdance. You're going to have a great time, trust me. Speaking of which, you'll be able to pick your second lover from the performers tonight." "Any suggestions?" Trina shook her head. "Are you sure you want me to choose again? No, I think tonight should be your choice. Fortunately, as a VIP you get to make your selection early; everyone else has to wait for the no-touching rule to expire, but you can choose right from the moment you walk in." "So, you figure everyone else will go for a second tonight as well?" "They almost always do. It's one of the reasons they do the strip club night; people almost always opt for the second girl, and for most guests there's an additional charge." Dinner arrived and for a time, cracking lobster shells precluded conversation. * * * * * "Ready, darling?" "As I’ll ever be." Trina stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a trenchcoat of all things. "I got you something, just like you asked," she smiled, "but it's a surprise." "I can't wait. How am I dressed, all right?" "Easily unbuttoned shirt, good... you're wearing the silk boxers under those slacks, right? You want to feel the lapdance, you know. Mmm, and you smell good. I'd say you're definitely good to go. Let's go get some T&A, lover." She touched her glossy, fire-red lips to mine and we headed to the elevator. On the ride down, she held back from our usual deep tongue kiss, instead giving me a glimpse of her leg. It was clad in sheer black nylon, all the way up to her hip and inside the coat. "Do you like it?" she asked. "So far," I grinned. "What else have you got for me?" "You'll see, lover. And I think you'll like what you see." When the elevator doors opened, we could hear the thumping bass of the music coming from the club off the dining room. Oddly, I hadn't been in there yet; though the striptease was for tonight only, the bar was open all the time. I just hadn't had the occasion to make use of it. We entered the club and found the party just getting started. A stage along one wall was divided in three, for three dancers at once. The center stage was larger, per the usual arrangement. What was unusual was that instead of chairs surrounding the stages, the place had been outfitted with three large and comfortable-looking sofas around the center stage and two each at the sides. There was also a bar, and three cocktail waitresses in short skirts and no tops. I saw Danielle at the same time she saw me, and she gave me a wave. Dream Vacation Pt. 03 For the moment, only the center stage was in use, and the girl who danced there was Candi. She had selected a cheerleader's outfit, and I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw that the number on her shirt was 34D. She saw me come in as well, and threw me a kiss as she twirled around the pole. After taking in the atmosphere of the place, I turned back to Trina to ask her where she wanted to sit, but suddenly couldn't speak. Trina's nylon stockings didn't stop at the waist, but actually went all the way up her body and down her arms, covering everything but hiding nothing. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer, stretched nylon, and it was plain to see that she'd worn no panties. There was no adornment, lace, frill, or accent to the outfit; it was a simple body stocking, no more. But it was an incredible turn-on. "I hope you approve," she said, posing for me with hips cocked and arms outstretched. "Definitely," I replied. "The best part is, it's totally elastic," she said. "I can pull my tits out of the top if they need touching, and there's a little slit cut right between the legs, in case you might want to slide something in there..." She reached down and ran her hand over my hardening cock as a tease. "Now Trina, save some of him for the dancers," Samantha scolded as she approached us from behind the bar. I was almost surprised to see that she was dressed; I had come to expect the women at this place to be mostly naked all the time. I was also a bit disappointed, for even though she was over forty, Samantha could have held her own with the younger ladies who worked for her. Undaunted, Trina gave me a sensuous kiss. "Trust me, Sam," she said when she came up for air, "my man could take on every pussy in this room and come back for more!" "Well..." I mused, "maybe not... but I wouldn't mind trying, just to find out..." The women both laughed along with me, and Samantha actually gave me a peck on the cheek. "Have a great time tonight, Xavier," she said warmly. "Oh, and you'll want to wear this chain; it identifies you as a VIP guest." Samantha put a simple gold chain around my neck, and went to greet the next guest. Trina and I hadn't been the first to arrive. The married couple, Ted and Jean, were seated to one side of the center stage. I remembered that they had a black woman as their companion, but they seemed to have chosen a new girl along the way, a slim and sexy redhead who I would later learn was named Justine. She sat on Ted's lap, apparently giggling at his witty conversation while Jean enjoyed Candi's show. Also there was Tom, who I remembered as the self-conscious guest who I had suspected was a virgin. He apparently still had some shyness to overcome, as he was sitting well back from the stage, at a table, with his companion (Lexus) sitting in the opposite seat. Still, he seemed to be having a good time, so I assumed that he simply preferred more privacy when it came to getting intimate. Coming in just behind me was Brad, stumbling a bit and obviously already drunk. I couldn't help but wish he wasn't there; I suspected he had the potential to completely ruin the party. My suspicions were partly confirmed when I noticed Samantha, after greeting him, go talk to a pair of large men standing by the door who were apparently the bouncers. She pointed out Brad to both of them, and they nodded in an understanding way. Brad never noticed, but simply let his date help him to the center sofa. I frowned slightly; I'd wanted to sit there. "Come on, let's get ourselves a drink," Trina urged, pulling me over to the bar. "We've got about fifteen minutes before the show really starts, we can take a moment to relax and get in the proper mood. Besides, you've seen Candi's tits before." "Mmm, they were tasty," I smiled. "Definitely," Trina agreed. "What are you drinking?" I turned to the bartender, a cute and sexy blonde with very large breasts that sat up high on a black-and-white lacey shelf bra that left her nipples well exposed. She smiled at me with bubblegum-pink lips and leaned slightly forward on the bar. "Hey Xavier, welcome to the Club," she said. "What can I get for you?" "Peppermint Schnapps, chilled and neat," I said. "Interesting choice," Trina said with a raised eyebrow. "That's what I always order at, er, gentlemen's clubs. Calms the nerves, freshens the breath, goes down smooth." "Makes sense. Monique, I'll have the same," Trina said. "Coming right up." Monique pulled a pair of frosty glasses from a cooler under the bar, and briefly touched them both to her nipples, which hardened in response. Then, she whipped out a bottle and flipped it over both glasses, filling them each with a double shot. A drop lingered at the bottle's tip, and she touched it with her fingertip and sensuously licked it off before sliding our drinks over to us. "Enjoy," she said. "I already did," I replied. I noticed that I was looking at her chest instead of her face as I spoke to her, and quickly looked up instead. "It's okay, you can stare at them if you want to," Monique assured me, cupping her tits with both hands. "I wouldn't be showing them if I didn't want you to look, you know. By the way, Trina - great outfit." "Thanks. It feels really sexy." Monique put her hand on Trina's breast and gently stroked the sheer nylon over her nipple and into her cleavage. "It certainly does," she agreed. "Well, I'd love to feel you up all night, but I have drinks to mix. Have fun tonight, guys!" Trina and I clinked glasses and downed our drinks in a shot. I looked over at the stage in time to see Candi fling her top off, and the memory of how it felt to touch and kiss those tits swam into my mind. It was exciting watching her perform when I knew I had fucked her not many hours before. "You like Monique?" Trina asked me. "Maybe we can have her tomorrow night. Unfortunately, she can't join us tonight, being assigned to the bar." "I'd definitely like her to join us before the week is out," I agreed, thinking of Trina's lips on those beautiful tits. "Does that mean the waitresses are all off-limits too?" "Well, you can touch them once the rules change, but they're not giving lapdances and you won't be able to take any of them home tonight," Trina said. “When do the rules change, exactly?” "Anxious, are we?” She winked at me. “There are actually three changes throughout the evening. After the first couple of sets, you'll hear a chime, and that's a sign that the women are allowed to touch you and put your hands on them. They still get to be in charge, though. When you hear the second chime, that's when you're allowed to do anything to your lapdancer except fuck her or come on her. Third chime's when you can take your choice back to your room... and that's where you can do whatever you want. Or rather... we can." "That's a lot of foreplay," I pointed out. "Long time to hold out." "You're going to love it, though," Trina assured me. "Come on, let's go get the third couch before someone else takes it. Candi's almost done and you'll want to see the next warm-up act." We got down to the stage as Candi began her third song ("Pretty Woman") and sat down on the remaining sofa. Trina made sure I sat in the middle and then lowered herself next to me with her legs crossed and bent over my knee. We both watched together as Candi untied and pulled off her string bikini bottoms, leaving her nude except for the red majorette boots. She strutted to the beat of the music around the stage, swung low on the pole and lay back to kick her legs in the air, the usual stripper moves. What made the situation unusual was the pretty girl sitting with me, watching the show and getting as turned on as I was. "YEAH, baby!!" Brad shouted as she opened her legs in his direction. He threw back another slug of whatever he was drinking in celebration of the moment. I noticed his eyelids droop, and wondered how much longer he was going to stay awake. It certainly wouldn't bother me if he passed out. Candi found time before the song ended to give both sides of the stage a good look at her sweet pussy, and finally took a petite bow and gathered up her cast-off outfit to retreat backstage. "Let's hear it for Sweet Candi, ladies and gentlemen!" came a surprisingly feminine voice from the DJ booth. The DJ was a woman (I realized that every strip club I had ever been to had a man doing the music and announcements, and suddenly wondered why that was – a woman’s voice made it much more exciting). She was hard to see from where I was, but I could tell that she was a brunette and that I hadn't seen her before. "We have one more warm-up before the main event, so everyone give a warm welcome to local lovelies Kiko and Katiana!" I heard the opening notes to "The Love Cats" as the curtain parted to make way for the girls, and the crowd cheered and whistled as they emerged. Katiana I knew well, of course, and she emerged on stage wearing a black leather body suit unzipped to the navel, looking dangerously sexy. Kiko, who I had seen in passing as one of Brad's companions, was dressed in a schoolgirl's outfit with her hair in pigtails. They both walked around the pole in opposite directions and met at the front of the stage, lacing the fingers of their hands together as their eyes met and their bodies touched. They arched backward away from each other, holding hands to keep their balance, and when they came back up it was to almost kiss... but not, as they quickly swiveled back-to-back and began to bump and grind to the music. "Show us your tits!" Brad slurred, obviously way too drunk. I glanced back and saw that the bouncers were watching him, but nothing else. He hadn't really gotten that obnoxious yet, after all, but he was kind of spoiling the mood. Not that I didn't want the girls to show their tits, of course; it just wasn't necessary to shout it out. The girls moved to opposite sides of the stage to dance solo, Kiko on my side, Katiana on the other. She leaned in close to me and Trina, and I realized she couldn't be more than eighteen. Her skin was golden, smooth, and unblemished, and as far as I could tell she wore no makeup other than a rosy gloss on her lips. She didn't need anything else for her sweet, innocent look which contrasted excitingly with the sexy ways she moved. After a bit of dancing, the girls switched sides and I found myself facing Katiana. She looked almost like a different woman than the one I had known, with her skin-tight leather suit and hair that was now raven black instead of honey blonde. Her lips were painted dark red, and her eyes darkly shadowed. As she crouched down and swayed to the music, she seemed to assume the attitude of the panther. With her hands on the rail, she arched herself back and upward, letting her suit split open at the top to show almost all of her full and firm tits. Then she stood up, and as the song drew to a close the girls seemed to rediscover each other, drew one another close, and with slow deliberation touched their tongues together. The next song came up immediately, and I didn't recognize it but it had a good beat. The girls went got into the music right away, and as they danced together Katiana deliberately unknotted Kiko's shirt and pulled it sharply open, exposing the younger girl's pretty and petite breasts. Kiko responded by sliding her hands into Katiana's unzipped top and gently lifting out her partner's tits in return, letting her hands linger on them to feel and caress the smooth globes. "Mmm, that's hot," Trina whispered next to me. I had almost forgotten she was there. I took a second to glance over at her, and saw that she was watching the show intently, rubbing her own breast gently with one hand. She looked back at me and licked her lips, then returned her attention to the stage, where the girls were once again dancing separately. "Don't worry, lover," Trina whispered, seemingly reading my mind again. "You'll get some good lesbian action later. Remember, this is still just the warm-up." The rest of the song went by as the girls strutted their stuff around the stage, and again they ended up in each others' embrace at the climax of the song, this time with lips together and tongues deep in each others' mouths. I wondered for a moment how Katiana would get that suit off. "All right, let's show our ladies some appreciation!" the DJ said. The room applauded as the girls onstage smiled and gave each other a brief hug and another quick kiss, and the act was over. Well, that solved the matter of Katiana getting undressed... "That was Kiko and Katiana, our pretty pearls from the Orient. Remember, these ladies are companion girls right here at this resort, and they're happy to serve you during your stay. "All right, is everyone feeling hot and horny?" We all cheered, Brad naturally the loudest. "That's good, because the feature show of the evening is about to begin. But before we get started, take a moment to freshen up your drinks and take care of any personal needs, because you don't want to miss a single moment of the hot ladies we're about to bring to you!" "RUM!" Brad shouted, holding up his empty glass. Danielle delivered up a refill for him, which he drank in a shot. The glass fell on the floor as he passed out cold. "I think I'll have a Coke, please," I said to Danielle as she turned our way. “Hold the rum.” Danielle giggled, and headed off to the bar to fill my order. One of the bouncers came over, picked up Brad's quietly drooling body, and carried him out. His companion seemed much relieved. "So, Akimi, what are your plans for the night?" Trina asked the recently singled girl. She shrugged. "Same as every night so far, I suppose. He hasn't stayed awake long enough to do me yet." "You're kidding!" Akimi shook her head. "Nope. He nailed Kiko on his first night, but passed out before he got to me. And every night since, he's been too wasted to perform. I think Samantha's planning on asking him to leave; she's worried about the liability of having him smashed all the time." "Probably a good move. Hey, want to sit over here with us? Xavier's a great guy." Akimi sighed. "You know I would if I could." She looked at me. "Technically, I'm still Brad's companion, so I can't hook up with any of the other guests. Rules are rules. But if he's gone tomorrow, I hope the invitation stands." "That's up to the X-man, here," Trina said, cuddling up to me. I thought Akimi was pretty fine, of course. It was amazing how much she looked like Kiko, and I wondered if they actually were sisters. The thought didn't exactly turn me on; I'm not into incest. If they weren't related, it sure would be fun to have them both. "We'll see what the future brings," I said with a smile. Akimi rose to leave, and Trina turned to me. "I hope I wasn't overstepping there," she said with concern. "I didn't mean that she should be your second tonight, I just thought she could sit with us for a while." "No, it's cool," I said. "Are she and Kiko sisters?" "If you want them to be," Trina grinned. "Seriously." "No, they just look alike. The twin thing is a shtick they use sometimes, but there's no real relation. I know that look," she said playfully, "you want them both, don't you?" "It would be fun." "I agree. But we'll have to wait and see if Brad gets thrown out. Personally, I think he will, he's been getting on Samantha's nerves. It happens about every other week, some guest oversteps the bounds. I'm glad I don't have to worry about that with a gentleman like yourself." I thought about the word "gentleman" and figured that a better word to describe me at the moment would be a horndog adulterous pervert, but she did have a point in that I wasn't about to piss on a good thing by acting like a total jerk. "Tell you what," she said, giving me a quick kiss. "I'm going to go powder my nose, and you might want to go drain the main vein while you can still point it downwards. We'll meet back here to watch the girls come out. I can't wait!" * * * * * "Okay, everyone, are we ready to party??" The small crowd cheered and whistled as the DJ (who called herself DeeDee, which was either an attempt at being cute or a description of her cup size) fired up the stage lights and the music. The opening riff to Donna Summer's Hot Stuff burst from the speakers, and Trina squeezed my thigh as she waited with giddy anticipation. "We've got an incredible evening ahead of us here at the Dominican Club, and it's time to start our main event! In a moment, we'll welcome our hot and sexy visiting vixens, stripping to the skin for your stimulation! And ours is like no club you've been to before. Each set will feature no less than three nubile nymphs making waves on our stages, and while they strut their stuff our other girls will be making the rounds of the room, offering private pleasures to our wonderful guests! Twenty dollars is all it takes to have one of our lovely ladies on your lap, gentlemen... and that's just the beginning! In our club, we follow each set with a very special presentation, which we'll leave to you to discover. "Now, for the bad news and the good news... the bad news is, we start the evening like any other club, which is to say that touching the girls is not allowed!" A chorus of boos followed her words. "That's right, anyone who gets too naughty before the time is right has to go sit in time out, and miss out on the fun for five whole minutes which will feel like years. But don't you worry, because as the evening goes on, we get loosened up and pull out the stops. Watch the lights above the stage and listen for the chimes. Right now we're in the red zone, but after the first half hour the light moves to yellow, and that's when the girls invite your touch. Follow their lead and let them give you a taste of what's in store for you when the light turns green a half hour later, and our ladies really turn up the heat! And don't forget, for the right price, you can take one of our performers to your bed tonight and enjoy her All! Night! Long!" Cheers rose up from the crowd. "Okay, our ladies can't wait any longer! Won't you join me in giving a warm welcome to... Charla! Victoria! Sandi! Delilah! Natalya! And Susie Q!" The women came out onto the stage one by one, lined up across the wall, each striking a pose to show off her assets. The sudden assault to the senses was too much to process all at once, and all I was aware of was that six model-gorgeous women had just appeared in front of me, and that any one of them could be joining me that evening for not just a striptease, or even a lapdance, but for no-holds-barred fucking. I broke out in a cold sweat at the very idea. "Don't you love this?" Trina asked me, her hand tightening on my thigh. I didn't answer - my eye had been suddenly caught by the fifth dancer in line, the one named Natalya. She was a sultry, sexy brunette with an hourglass figure, huge and round tits and a narrow waist, curving out to a pleasingly rounded bottom. She was dressed in a red sequined dress and heels, a diamond choker, and her pouty lips sparkled red under the lights. She looked at me and pursed her lips slightly as if to give a kiss. No need to see the package under the dress - I had found my second for the night. "Trina," I whispered, not taking my eyes off the goddess in red. "Can you tell Samantha that I want Natalya tonight?" Trina looked with me. "Ooh yeah... yeah, she's really hot. Fuck, I want her too. All right, I'll make sure we get her - but you know she has to do her sets first, and until the green light other guests will be able to get her for lapdancing." "As long as she ends up in our bed tonight." Dream Vacation Pt. 03 Trina smiled, and called over one of the waitresses. While they whispered together, I watched as the women strutted off the stages from either side, and got a look at each of them as they went. Charla stepped down first on the left. She was a gorgeous brunette with classically beautiful features, sultry brown eyes and a sensuous smile. Her body was model-perfect and then some, with a large and firm rack that sat up too high on her chest to be real, but they looked good to me all the same. She wore a gray pin-striped vest and black skirt, going for the "secretary" look, and her moves were enticing and sexy. On the right, Susie Q was the first down the steps. She was a young and sweet blonde, dressed like a sorority girl with the college sweater and the little skirt, platform jellies, and hair back in a ponytail. Bright blue eyes and hot pink lips gave her a "cute" appearance, full of energy. Following Charla on the left was Victoria, a knockout blonde with a high-collared fur jacket and black evening gown. She seemed to be going for the classy look, decked out with diamonds and ritz. She was taller than any of the other girls on the stage, partly due to long legs that teased with the slit up the side of her dress, and partly because of her six-inch platform heels. Natalya went down after Susie Q, flipping her long and full brunette hair like someone out of a shampoo commercial. The way she moved convinced me even further that I wanted her. Last on the left was Sandi, a slim girl with tanned skin and long, straight hair somewhere between blonde and brunette. She had gone with the Daisy Duke look, with a red checkered shirt tied across her top and short cutoffs that showed off her sexy smooth legs. Her breasts were smaller than the rest, a C-cup at most, but she made up for it with sheer sex appeal and an enticing mouth. Following my lovely Natalya was Delilah, and her main assets were obvious: tits. They were cartoonishly large, basketball-sized, ballooning out from her chest as if trying to explode out the silvery-shimmery band that held them back. Delilah had gone I-Dream-of-Jeannie, and the look suited her well. Blonde hair gathered into a cone and spilling out the top as well as the silky threads of a harem girl completed her ensemble, and if it had been possible to look past her tits one would have seen that she had a pretty face as well, with full lips and inviting eyes. All these details I observed in a matter of seconds, as the women came down off the stage and paraded across the club floor among their audience. I noticed that some of the other girls who had taken seats also got up, and no less than a dozen pretty foxes were soon making the rounds, strutting in two lines in opposing directions until they circled the room, and then walked toward the center and slipped past each other, reforming the circle on the other side. All the while, they made sexy eyes at the audience, including me of course, and the three who had ended up close to the stages climbed the steps and turned around as the music hit a sharp beat. Spotlights hit all three of them as they began to dance. The DJ spoke up over the music. "All right horny guys, we're starting here and now! On stage left please show your appreciation to the lovely Victoria, on stage right is our own sexy Justine, and on center stage you can watch the sensuous stylings of Susie Q! Enjoy the show, everyone!" Trina and I settled in to watch. I rather liked the arrangement of having Susie Q in front of us; of the three current dancers, she was my favorite. Her outfit and attitude reflected a youthful naughtiness and invoked images of the class slut, the girl who had a reputation for doing anything if you treated her right on a date. Still, I couldn't help but glance around the room to see what had happened to all the other girls. They seemed to be wandering around and hooking up with the various guests, sitting down with them and ordering drinks. Natalya had gone over to Tom the Virgin, and he seemed pleased with that (I found I didn't mind either, knowing that Natalya would be mine before the night was out). Some had gone to the bar to create an atmosphere there, while others were simply standing around in sexy poses, watching the show. Approaching me was Charla, the busty brunette. She greeted Trina and me with a dazzling smile and leaning over low to give us a good, deep look down her shirt. "Hi guys," she said. "Mind if I join you for the first set?" "I'd like that," I replied, offering her the seat to my left (Trina sat on my right). Charla sat down and got close, putting an arm around the back of the sofa to stroke my hair with her fingertip. "I'm Charla," she said unnecessarily. "You're Xavier, isn't that right?" As far as you know, I thought, nodding. "And this is Trina," I said by way of introduction, even though I was sure they had probably already met. Trina put out her hand for Charla to take, and leaned forward in front of me. "Tell me, Charla," she said, "do you like the taste of a woman?" "Let's find out," Charla replied, and leaned in for the kiss. Their lips met and parted to let tongues play, inches away from my eyes. When the pretty girls parted, they turned to look at me with matching smiles. "No need to stop on my account," I encouraged. "Oh, but we wouldn't want to tease you too much," Charla insisted. "We've had men spontaneously combust in here before, and it's not a pretty sight..." "But the two of you definitely are," I pointed out, realizing that Charla had probably handed me the opening but taking it up anyway as part of the strip-club game. I was also very much aware that a lot of Trina’s little observations and come-ons were just lines, and that she was essentially playing a part, but hey, that’s what I was paying for. It was all part of the fantasy, and I didn’t care that it was fake. We continued to watch Susie Q's moves onstage, the girls on either side of me seemingly as into the show as I was. They whooped when she pulled open her sweater after the first two minutes, and whistled when she showed her rosy pink nipples for the first time. Once again, it was a new and different experience to watch a strip show with women as my companions, and the idea of them getting off on each other kept me excited far more than the show itself. Finally, at the close of the third song, the first set ended and the now-naked ladies gathered their clothes, threw kisses to the crowd, and left the stage. "Let's all show our appreciation for Victoria, Justine, and Susie Q!" DeeDee announced as the girls waved and ducked away behind the curtains. "And now, as promised, we have our first special presentation for the night, so let's have all our guests come stand around the center stage!" "You heard her, big boy, get on up there!" Charla urged me as she and Trina both took my hands and dragged me up to a standing position. I was slightly taken aback but decided to go along with it, and leaned my waist against the stage just a moment after the married couple of Ted and Jean. Tom needed a little coaxing, but soon he was up there with the rest of us, though looking like he'd do anything to go sit back down. "Okay, are we all accounted for?" "Everyone who's still awake," drawled Earl from my left, and everyone had a chuckle about that. "Okay guys, let me tell you what this is about. We have a new girl with us on this trip, and she's been showing us all how horny she is, isn't that right, Sandi?" The other girls cheered, and the spotlight shone on Sandi as she emerged from the curtain and took a little bow. "Look at her... doesn't she have a sexy body?" Cheers rose again. "Well, we're going to have a little contest, and the winner gets a complimentary lapdance with the sexy, sultry Sandi! Now, everyone watch closely as Sandi slips out of her cute little top and gives us a good look at those perky tits of hers!" Sandi looked mock-surprised, but immediately stripped her top off and tossed it aside, proudly displaying her tits cupped in both hands. Everyone cheered some more. "Very nice, Sandi... very hot. But that's only half the story, as you well know. Those shorts just don't look comfortable, sweetie... why don't you take them off too? A quick slide and a kick of the leg, and Sandi's shorts were flung from her body as well, leaving her dressed only in red heels and white thong. She turned around to show us her merchandise, eliciting more appreciation from the crowd. "Now, Sandi, those aren't very practical panties, are they? You know what to do!" She did indeed, and a moment later only her only nod to modesty were her shoes. "All right everyone, get a good look, because the contest is starting now. We want to know if you can tell us Sandi's measurements: bust with cup size, waist, and hips. The one closest to the real numbers will get a no-holds-barred interlude with Sandi in our lapdance corner for the entire next set, and your companion can come along for double the fun! Of course, it may be that some of you can't see very well, and we want this to be a fair contest... so let's have each of our guests get a good feel for Sandi's curves!" Sandi again looked surprised, but recovered quickly and stepped forward to reach for the hand of the first guest on her left, which happened to be Mark. Classic stripping saxophone music queued up as she pulled him onto the stage, close enough to touch him with both nipples and her thrust-forward hips. She almost kissed him, then turned around and held her arms outstretched, leaning back against his front and displaying herself to the crowd. "Go on, Mark, see if you can guess her numbers - and remember, cup size counts!" Mark turned a bit red as he put his hands on her hips, and Sandi gave a little "Ooh!" in response. She grinned with pleasure as he ran his hands up her body, over the curves of her hips into her waist, and (with some hesitation) over her breasts. He let his hands linger there for a moment while she wriggled her bottom against what must have been a hard and ready cock. "All right Mark, let's not let her get too excited! You can have a lot more later - if you win! Now, the lovely Miss Bianca will write down your guess if you'll just whisper in her ear... very well, step down now, who's next?" Earl went next, but my eye was on Bianca, whom I hadn't seen since the welcoming party. Her skin was alabaster, though her features suggested at least some influence from south of the border. Her eyes were green and intense; her hair long, brunette, and straight. She was dressed in a cocktail waitress costume, which meant of course that she was topless, and her breasts were classically shaped with cute little nipples. She wrote down Earl's guess and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he left the stage. Sandi came to me next, and I gamely stepped onto the stage and let Sandi press her body tightly against me. "I really hope you win," she whispered softly, then stroked my hard member once through my pants and turned around to place herself in my hands. The others had started at the waist - I started at the breasts instead, earning me a whistle from the crowd and an "Oh, my!" from DeeDee. I was no expert at judging size, but her breasts felt about the same as my wife's, so I guessed her at a 34D for the top. The waist and hips involved more guesswork, but I arrived at what seemed like plausible numbers and, in a sudden impulse, gave Sandi's ass a little goose. "Ah! You naughty boy!" she scolded playfully, reaching behind me and giving my bottom a quick spank. She smiled when she said it, though, and kissed my cheek as she sent me off to Bianca. "So, what do you think?" Bianca asked. "I think you're very lovely." "Why, thank you," Bianca purred. "I see you're on the VIP ticket... any chance you might take me to your bed some night?" "A good one, I think," I replied. "I'll be thinking about it too," she said with a smile. "So... your guess?" "34D, 25, 34." "Okay, go on down now!" I hopped back down to the floor, where Trina greeted me happily. "Hey honey," she said. "Think you got her?" I shrugged. "No idea." "Well, if you didn't, don't worry. Remember, you're VIP, you can have all the lapdances you want." The remaining guests made their guesses, Tom turning bright red as he made his trembling hands stroke Sandi's body. He stumbled as he stepped down and seemed grateful for his companion's arms back around him again, pulling him back into a nearby chair and out of the spotlight. "All right guys, that's it! Now, let's have an official measurement, and who better to do the job than the woman who would break the tape, Dynamite Delilah!" Delilah, the woman with the titanic tits, came in from stage right and immediately put her tongue down Sandi's throat, seemingly overwhelming the smaller girl. Sandi recovered well, though, and her hands reached up to caress those huge knockers as Delilah held her in embrace. I couldn't help but wonder what Delilah would be like in lapdance, having always been excited by the massive-tit look but never having actually touched watermelons like hers. "Incidentally, Delilah's massive mammaries burst her bra to the tune of 44-triple-H, making her the bustiest babe ever to grace our stage. So, Delilah, if you'll do the honors of measuring our pretty Sandi!" Delilah let the poor girl up for air, and Sandi made a big show of nearly fainting with lust. Finally, though, she assumed the same pose with Delilah as she had with each of us, and the tape wrapped around her hips. "Thirty-six!" Delilah called out, and I saw one or two of the guests make triumphant gestures. I figured I'd already lost, but waited for more. "Twenty-five!" I held my breath. "Thirty-six... C!" Bianca held up one of her slips. "We have a winner! Tom, come forward to claim your prize!" We cheered for Tom as he stood up and Sandi rushed down off the stage to greet him, giving him a full-on kiss as she rushed into his arms. Poor Tom looked like he didn't even know what to do with himself, but as Sandi and Lexus led him away toward the high-backed sofas in a corner of the club, I knew he would find out pretty quick. "All right!" DeeDee shouted, "Let's bring up the next set and welcome our dancers - applause for Charla, Candi, and staying on center stage to entertain you, Delilah!" "Want to stay and watch, head for the bar, or lapdance?" Trina asked. "I'd like a lapdance, but I'd rather wait for the rules to change." Trina shrugged. "Okay, but remember that this isn't an ordinary club. You don't have to pay for it anyway." "That's true," I thought. "But you know, it would probably be cool to get to know Natalya a little bit, not just what's under her clothes but what she's into. Do you see her around anywhere?" "Good idea! Um... there she is, over at the bar. Shall we?" "Er, just a moment..." I hesitated because Delilah had just turned her massive chest toward me and pulled her top down to let her huge boobies out in the open. I had seen pictures and movies with pornstars that had these kinds of tits, but never in real life. They were just too big to be real (and of course, they weren't), bulging out of her body like a pair of flesh-colored watermelons, with nipples as wide as saucers. She rubbed them in circles and purred to show how much the feel of her own breasts excited her, then licked her fingertips and tickled the nipples to hardness. I knew that before the night was through I would have to get my hands on those massive jugs. She leaned them in only inches away from my face, so that her tits completely filled my vision, and it was all I could do to keep from taking a double-handful of those tempting mounds and giving each nipple a good, long lick. Later, I told myself firmly. Then I decided to make a date, so to speak. “Would you give me the pleasure of a private dance after the first chime?” I asked the sexy Delilah. “The pleasure’s all mine, love,” she replied, and shook her huge tits in my face before leaning back and resuming her dance. I enjoyed her show until halfway through the next song, when Trina nudged me and pointed over at a table where Natalya was waiting for us. We picked up our drinks and left the center couch. It didn’t stay empty for long. * * * * * “Good evening,” Natalya said in an unbearably sexy East European accent. “I understand that you wish me to join you and your woman tonight?” I felt the lump in my throat that always assailed me when I spoke with a beautiful and available woman. The idea that she was a sure thing made me far more nervous than if I had assumed I had only the slimmest chance, which would be the case in any other place. “I would like that very much,” I answered. She raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled. “Why?” she asked. I blinked. “Do not misunderstand, I am pleased and excited to give myself to you,” she said. “I only wish to know, for my own curiosity, why you choose me over so many very beautiful and sexy women.” “Well… you seemed like a nice girl,” I said, and instantly felt stupid for saying something so lame and cliché. “Tsk, tsk,” Natalya admonished. “You know that this is not true. You do not even know me, after all. Why do you not be honest with me, and tell me what truly drives a man like you? I cannot give you what you want if I do not know what it is.” “I loved the way you moved onstage,” I said. “And I think your breasts are perfect, and your lips are very exciting.” Natalya reached down and, without warning, opened her top and exposed her breasts. “They are perfect, you say?” she asked me. “Do you like how big they are, how round, how firm… do you like the way my nipples show my excitement?” “Mm-hm,” I answered, enjoying the game. “That is good, my darling. I like to have my breasts touched and loved. You will do this for me tonight, no? And my lips… you will kiss them, and let her kiss them, and you will both lick and kiss my sweet nipples for me. And I will be hot for you and let you fuck me very deep and good. You will like this, I think.” “I think you’re right,” I replied, too flustered to say more. “Now, do you really want me because I am a ‘nice girl?’” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “No,” I replied. “I want you because your body drives me wild, and because the idea of fucking your tits and your pussy gets me hard, and because I want to watch you and Trina do each other like hot lesbian sluts.” Trina barely managed to avoid spitting out her drink, and cracked up at my deadpan delivery once she got it down. Natalya, however, simply nodded and smiled. “There, now… that wasn’t so hard, was it? It is best to say what you mean. So, you really like the lesbian sex, do you?” “It’s my favorite fetish. I really get off on watching two women go at it together, with lots of kissing and playing with each others’ tits.” “Mmm, that makes me excited,” Natalya said. “I will give you a special show when I am on stage next, I think. And then an even more special encounter with you and your pretty lover tonight. But you must forgive me now, while I prepare myself for the dancing. I look forward to fucking you later, sexy man.” “I can’t wait,” I replied, taking her by the hand and kissing the back of it. Trina took it next and did the same, then sucked one of Natalya’s fingers into her mouth and looked up at her longingly. Dream Vacation Pt. 03 “I will taste your cream tonight, pretty lover,” Natalya whispered to Trina, then withdrew. Trina sit back and let a rush of air out. “Whoa. Can I just say, damn good choice! I don’t know which of us wants her more, me or you.” “I get the idea she’s willing to share,” I said, watching the incredibly sexy woman as she made her way across the room and through the curtain behind the DJ booth. * * * * * “All right everyone, give it up for Charla, Candi, and Delilah!” We all applauded as the naked girls took their bows and left the stage. The lights focused on stage center as they exited through the curtains. “Now, we have another special treat for you, a dance of love and lust between our hot, sexy ladies from behind the Iron Curtain. Victoria and Natalya invite you all to come in close to the center stage, and so that there’s enough seating room for all our guests we ask that their companions take a moment to refresh themselves.” “Enjoy,” Trina said to me as she kissed me on the cheek and headed back to the ladies’ room. I got up and took the available seat on the center sofa, finding myself sitting across from Earl. I wasn’t too thrilled with sharing a couch with another man (it was a silly hang-up, but hey, I’m human), but this became less of an issue when Susie Q sat between us. Actually, when the music started and the women came out onstage, it was suddenly no issue at all, since all eyes went straight to them. The women walked out in unison, side by side, sparkling in the lights. Natalya was still in red, Victoria in black, and they complimented each other perfectly. The music was Madonna’s Justify My Love, and just as she spoke the line, “I want to kiss you in Paris…” Natalya and Victoria came around the pole and met with lips together. Good-natured cheering and whistling rose from the audience, but I was too into the show already to join in. They separated from the kiss but kept their bodies together, staring into one another’s eyes and holding hands with fingers interlaced. I want to hold your hand in Rome… They swayed to the music, rubbing their bodies together and gazing lustfully at each other. Another kiss ensued, this one with tongues tickling outside their mouths, and they moved apart just far enough for Natalya to get her hands up onto Victoria’s big, beautiful tits, as large as her own but a little higher and rounder. She took hold of a zipper slide between Victoria’s breasts and pulled it downwards, further than it looked like it should have gone, until it was lowered almost the to the bottom edge of the dress. Then Victoria turned away from her lover and showed the result to the audience, her dress open at the front to reveal deep cleavage and just a bare hint of nipples on either side. Wanting… needing… waiting… for you to justify my love… The hint became full exposure as Natalya reached around and cupped Victoria’s tits with both hands, lifting them out of the dress and into the open air. Victoria arched her back and thrust them outward, causing her dress to slip from her shoulders and fall to the stage floor. She wore only black-lace panties and heels now. Hoping… praying… for you to justify my love… Natalya continued to caress Victoria’s breasts, rubbing them in circles and teasing her fingers over the sensitive tips, finally moving around in front of her and tossing her hair aside to give all of us a good view when she put her full, red, wet lips over an erect nipple. Her cheeks drew inward as she sucked the little bud into her mouth, and Victoria moaned audibly over the music. I want to know you… not like that… I don’t want to be your mother, I don’t want to be your sister either… Natalya sucked on both nipples, licked into the busty blonde’s cleavage, and as she stood up to reach for her lover’s lips, Victoria held the top of her dress down so that Natalya’s breasts emerged from their red sequined shell. I just wanna be your lover… I wanna be your baby Kiss me… Just as the music said, the hot women kissed again, with wet lips and questing tongues. …that's right, kiss me… Natalya’s dress fell to the floor. Immediately, she raised her leg high and rubbed her red spike-heel shoe against her lover’s calf, stroking up to the thigh. Victoria’s hand caught the raised leg and held it there as the girls continued their passionate lover’s kiss and swayed to the music. Wanting… needing… waiting… for you to justify my love… Victoria took her turn at sucking tits, letting her hot pink tongue circle around each of Natalya’s delicious-looking nipples. Yearning… burning… for you to justify my love… Victoria dropped to one knee in order to lick her lover’s tits with eyes looking upward, watching Natalya’s pretty face as she gave her lover pleasure. With her legs now spread open, Victoria reached down and rubbed herself through her lace panties, the other hand holding Natalya’s round and tight bottom. What are you gonna do? …what are you gonna do? Talk to me – tell me your dreams… Am I in them? Natalya took Victoria’s hand and pulled her back to a standing position, and then the two women spun around back-to-back, and together spread their knees apart and lowered down to the floor. Tell me your fears… are you scared? …Tell me your stories… They both lay back and with a smooth, synchronized move, they each stripped their panties off and kicked them up their long legs, flinging the little bits of lace into the air. I'm not afraid of who you are… We can fly! Now they both lay next to each other, with legs pointed in opposite directions, spread wide to show their pussies. They arched high to thrust tits into the air, and then Victoria quickly rolled herself up on top of Natalya into a perfect 69. Love me… that's right, love me I wanna be your baby… The stage began to turn, showing them at every angle as they plunged into each other, lips to lips in lesbian embrace, licking with wanton abandon at each other’s sex. Wanting… needing… waiting… for you to justify my love… Victoria raised herself up and squeezed her own tits with both hands, her face a picture of ecstasy, and she rocked and swayed to the music as Natalya pleasured her pussy. A hot moan issued from her lips as she reached climax, shivering with the power of her own lust. I'm open and ready… for you to justify my love… to justify my love… As the music began to fade out, Victoria raised her leg to let Natalya slide out, and the women came together on their knees for a last full, deep kiss. Wanting, to justify… waiting, to justify my love Praying, to justify… To justify my love… I'm open, to justify my love… The women turned to face their audience with smiles and gave each other’s tits a gentle squeeze as the music ended and the lights came up. They received whistles and cheers from all those present – except me, from whom they received stunned silence, as I was incapable of expressing anything sufficient to appreciate what had probably been the most erotic dance I’d ever seen. “Wow!” the DJ said, snapping me into reality. “I don’t know about all of you, but that one made me horny like a cat in heat! Let’s give these lovely ladies a well-deserved round of cheers! And to those of you who want a second lover tonight, I’m sorry to say that Natalya has been spoken for, but our sexy Victoria remains unclaimed – for the next five seconds, I would estimate.” A loud chime sounded over her voice, and a spinning light over the bar changed from red to yellow. “Hey, it looks like we just changed the rules! Lucky guests, you will now find the ladies to be far more friendly, willing to touch and be touched in ways that one can usually get arrested for – but not in our club! Remember, though, that we’re still in the yellow zone, which means that the girls have to initiate every touch – you guys can’t do anything without their permission! Let them lead you and you’ll enjoy the next half hour, until the green light comes on and the rulebook gets burned! “We’ve got another round of dancers hitting the stages now. Natalya will be back on Stage one, Sandi will please you on two, and on Stage three we have the beautiful Bianca! Enjoy the show, and don’t forget to sit nice and close!” I sat still for a moment to collect myself, wondering exactly how fired-up it was possible to get without actually shooting one’s load. I felt a hand on my thigh, and saw that it belonged to Susie Q, who was still sitting next to me. “You looked like you enjoyed that,” she said with a grin. “Maybe you need some private time, sweetie. I can help you with that.” Before I could answer, I felt something large and round press into either side of my head from behind. “This one’s mine, Susie,” said a low and sensuous voice. I tried to turn and look up, but ran into an enormous globe of pink flesh in my way. Straining to look around past it, I saw that the voice and the tits belonged to Delilah, leaning over the back of the sofa. “I seem to recall we had an appointment,” Delilah continued. “A private dance after the first chime, am I right?” “You certainly are,” I said, croaking the words slightly out of a dry throat. “Oh, that’s a shame,” Susie Q pouted. “Maybe later?” “If there’s anything left of him,” Delilah said. Susie Q gave me a stunning smile, to show it was nothing personal, and went to go find another guest to hook up with. Meanwhile, I took Delilah’s offered hand and stood up, moving around to the other side of the sofa. “You sound like you could use a drink, honey,” she said. “Let’s go find a nice out-of-the-way place, and one of these pretty girls can bring you what you want.” Delilah led me away from the stage to the far corner, where there were several high-backed sofas facing into niches in the wall. Once sitting in one of them, we were effectively cut off from the rest of the room. Delilah swung her legs up onto my lap and pulled herself in close, as close as she could without her massive breasts getting too much in the way. “I was watching you watch that last show,” she said. “I think you really enjoyed watching them make love. What else do you like?” “Tits,” I said with a shrug. Delilah laughed. “Oh my, where are we ever going to find a set of tits around here?” she asked as she gave her jugs a jiggle. “Have you ever seen a pair like these before?” “Not in real life,” I answered. “So you’ve never felt them either. Here, let me take your hands… what do you think?” Delilah had placed my hands on both of her breasts, with the palms right over the nipples. I hadn’t really taken note of her new outfit, a naughty nurse’s uniform that showed all her cleavage. Once again, her tits were obviously enhanced, but for the moment that didn’t matter. I liked touching them anyway. “We’re going to have so much fun for the next fifteen minutes,” she purred. “Oh, but here’s your drink.” I looked up, and saw that Danielle had arrived with a peppermint schnapps for me and a glass of red wine for Delilah. I tossed mine down immediately and appreciated the instant soothing of my throat. It occurred to me that I’d had yet to tip Danielle, and so I pulled a fifty from my pocket and dropped it on her tray. “Thank you,” she said sweetly. She then turned to Delilah and moved in for a kiss, which the busty blonde on my lap gladly gave. When they finished, Danielle moved immediately to me, and then Delilah joined both of us for a three-way tongue delight. For a long moment I enjoyed the pleasure of two women’s tongues in my mouth, and then Danielle pulled away. “I have to get back to work,’ she apologized. “But please, let me know if either of you need anything else. Anything.” “Will do, sweetie,” Delilah said with a smile. Then she turned to me, swinging a leg up and over to straddle my lap. The music for the third set was starting. “I hope you enjoy me,” she whispered, and then threw her head back as she ripped open her top and let her breasts bounce free. I wanted to grab and hold them, but remembered at the last second that she had to be the one to initiate contact. For the moment, she held them herself, rocking back and forth as she squeezed the massive mounds together and then pulled them apart to show her impossibly deep cleavage. It felt like I’d had kept a permanent hard-on since the night began, but she seemed to make me even harder as she deliberately rubbed her crotch against my stiff member and pushed her tits into my chest. She took my face in both hands and forced me to look into her her heavy-lidded, lusty eyes. “You want to lick them,” she whispered. “Go ahead, lick my tits all over…” She arched her back and thrust her tits up into my face, and I took her up on her invitation. Her areola were at least four inches across, too wide to get my mouth around completely, and so I licked them around in circles before centering on the tiny buds in the middle. “That’s right, honey… they’re all yours, I want you to lick them and suck them for me…” I let all sense of time drift away and simply indulged myself in her breasts, enjoying the excitement and the novelty of such huge tits and a willing woman who wanted them touched and kissed. She held them apart so that I could lick down into the very bottom of her deep cleavage, and let my hands wander all over them. I couldn’t get enough, and she let me love them to my heart’s content. Suddenly I felt a whisper in my ear. “Share her with me?” I looked, and saw Trina crawling up onto the sofa by my side. I actually felt a little guilty for a moment, as if she’d caught me cheating on her, but she was smiling and her hand was stroking Delilah’s left breast. I kissed Trina, and then moved to the other nipple to give her free access to Delilah on her side. “Mmm, lick them both, yeah…” Delilah moaned. We each caressed her huge and beautiful tits until the song ended, and Delilah lowered her chest so that she could lean in and kiss us both. It was the three-way with Danielle all over again, except that I was surprised to find that I already recognized Trina’s tongue as different from any other girl’s. As the next song started, Delilah pulled away slightly and then dropped down to her knees in front of me. “I know what you want,” she whispered, and reached up to undo my fly. “What are you going to do to him?” Trina whispered with barely-contained excitement. “I’m going to fuck him with my tits,” Delilah said with a smile. “You want that, don’t you… your cock sliding between my big tits…” “Oh God, I want to see that,” Trina breathed. “Here, honey, let me slide in behind you… I want you to sit between my legs so I can watch from here and see it the way you do!” In a moment, I was sitting essentially in Trina’s lap, slumped slightly so that she could see over my shoulder and to give Delilah easier access to my rising member, which shot up as if spring-loaded once she had loosened my pants and slid them down to let me free. “Ohh yeah, it’s so big,” Delilah cooed. “A big cock for my big tits… let me feel you fuck them for me…” She moved up between my legs and pulled her breasts open to wrap them around my shaft, then squeezed them tight around me. With soft moans from panting lips, she began to slowly bob herself up and down, sliding me back and forth inside her cleavage, my pre-come lubricating her as we went on. Trina’s wet tongue tickled my ear, and I heard her soft whisper. “That looks so hot, lover… it must feel so good! Fuck her tits for me, please, let me get hot by watching you…” It was too much to stand! “I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I warned. Tragically, Delilah pulled away, leaving me right on the brink. “Oh, you can’t do that yet, naughty boy,” she scolded. “But I know it must be so hard for you… do you need to rest for a moment?” “I need to come!” I insisted. “Please, couldn’t we bend the rules, or something?” “Shh… honey, please understand,” Trina said soothingly. “I know it’s frustrating, but as long as Delilah’s up for someone else’s second, it wouldn’t be fair. Would you want some other guy coming on Natalya before you had the chance tonight?” “It’s not like you’re all virgins,” I pointed out, still a little peeved. “We know,” Delilah said. “But trust me, it’s better this way. You’ll be able to take your ladies up to your room tonight knowing that no other men have left anything behind on them, or in them. I shouldn’t have teased you so much. I’m sorry, really I am.” “Please don’t be angry with us,” Trina begged as she stroked my cheek with one hand. I sighed. “All right, but I think we have to stop, in that case. I really wouldn’t be able to hold back, and next time I doubt I could give a warning.” I paused. “Couldn’t I have a third tonight? Maybe Delilah could join us in our room with Natalya.” “I’d love to, but I’ve already been spoken for,” Delilah said with a sad smile. “Figures,” I grumbled. “Come on, honey,” Trina said. “You’ve been front and center for almost the entire night. You need to give yourself a break here and there. I’ve seen it happen to the VIP guests before; you aren’t used to being able to get it all for free, so you overdose, so to speak. Let’s go get a drink at the bar and cool off for a bit.” * * * * * “I acted like a fool,” I admitted a few minutes later as Trina and I sat on barstools sipping ice water. “No, don’t think that,” she insisted. “I mean, come on, how much is a man supposed to take? We both wanted to let you come, but we would have gotten in trouble for it and you might have been asked to leave the club for the night. You do understand, don’t you?” “I’ve never been reduced to begging for release before,” I said quietly, still embarrassed. “No one could blame you. I mean, look at her – she’s built like a pornstar. A pure fantasy. Who could resist?” Dream Vacation Pt. 03 “You know, you were an important ingredient there too.” Trina smiled. “That’s sweet of you. You know, I was really getting excited, watching you fuck her titties like that. I’ve never done that before, you know, watching it from right behind you so I see what you see. It was like I was doing it myself, almost.” She sighed. “You know, sometimes I wish I could be a man for a day and really know what it’s like to fuck a woman.” “That’s interesting,” I said. “I have a fantasy about being a woman for a day so I can feel what lesbian sex is really like.” “Well, it is pretty amazing,” she acknowledged. “Maybe we could work something out for you… I could make love to you and pretend you were a woman.” “I think that would feel more silly than anything else.” Trina shrugged. “It might be worth a try anyway. Remember, we don’t judge. If your fantasy is to dress up like Santa Claus and fuck me with a big candy cane, we’ll indulge you.” “Of course, because that wouldn’t feel silly at all,” I nodded. She laughed. “Seriously, though. You’ve been here a few days and we’ve had some great sex, but so far you haven’t really indulged in any fantasies except for three-way. Tell me a story you’d like to play out, a type of woman you’ve always wanted, something I can do for you. I want to make you happy, you know.” I considered. “Actually, one of my fantasies is right here. The idea of having a woman accompany me to a strip club has always appealed to me. And I like how the line between lapdance and sex gets very blurry.” “I think we can indulge you in that tonight, lover. But tell me more. I want to plan an evening for you.” I thought some more. “One thing I’ve always liked is the Goth look,” I said. “Leather, chains, whips, that sort of thing?” “Black leather, yes, but not the whips. I’m not looking for someone to spank and humiliate me, I just like the exotic look.” Trina nodded. “I also like to imagine a woman having lesbian sex for the first time and discovering that she loves it. I like a little role-playing, you know, secretaries or nurses or cheerleaders, that kind of thing. The traditionally women’s roles seem to enhance their femininity for me, and that makes it all the more exciting when they do each other.” “I can see now why you made sure you chose a bisexual companion,” Trina said. “You keep coming back to the idea of two women together. That’s really a major thing for you, isn’t it? Even more than most men, I think.” “It is,” I confirmed. “It always has been, even since I came up with the concept. At the time, I had no idea it was something women really did – I thought I’d invented lesbianism.” Trina giggled. “Hey, I was pretty young,” I said in my own defense. “And your wife won’t indulge you?” she asked. “She won’t even pretend to be into it, for your sake?” I shook my head. “I wouldn’t expect her to. It’s not like I’d get it on with another man if she wanted me to.” “That’s entirely different,” Trina insisted. “Women have an instinct to be close to each other, to touch each other, to make each other feel good. The natural thing for them to do is kiss and touch and make love. Every woman is a lesbian.” I raised my eyebrow. “You know, there’s only so far I’m going to be able to suspend disbelief.” Trina giggled. “All right, you caught me bullshitting you. But it’s exciting to think about, isn’t it? Would you like to see your wife with another woman, kissing her, even licking her pussy?” I started to deny it, but then I thought, why bother? “I would be really turned on by that,” I admitted. “I tell her otherwise, because I don’t want her to think I’d ever expect it of her, but the truth is I’d really get off on watching another woman pleasure my wife. I don’t know how I’d feel after the rush was over, but for the time it was happening I’d be turned on like nobody’s business.” I shrugged. “But, since I seriously doubt you’ve got my wife hidden away somewhere on the resort, I think we’ll have to work with some of the other fantasies.” “Perhaps,” Trina agreed. “Anyway, you’ve given me some things to go on. I’ll tell you what - I’m going to go and make sure we can get a stage to ourselves for tonight after the last chime, so you can have your stripper fantasy. While I’m gone, feel free to enjoy yourself with one or two of the ladies. If you think you’re up for it again?” “I’ll try to control myself this time,” I said. “This time,” Trina agreed. “But very soon, you won’t have to anymore.” * * * * * I didn’t expect to stay alone for long, and I was right. Half a minute hadn’t gone by before Charla slid into the seat that Trina had vacated. “Care for a little company?” she asked. “By all means,” I replied. “I was hoping you would join me again. You’re a very beautiful and sexy woman.” “Am I?” she cooed, turning to face me with her chest thrust slightly forward to make an impression with her already large breasts. “What do you like about me?” “I like your tits, and your pretty eyes.” “Well, you can see my eyes, love, but as far as I can tell you can’t see my tits at the moment. And you missed my dance, too! That simply won’t do. Why don’t you take off my top and have a good look at how sexy I am?” “You’re very forward, aren’t you?” I asked as I reached for the laces that held her top on. She had changed into a ladies’ tux, with a short jacket and a white bustier underneath that barely contained what must have been triple-D tits or more. “I thought you might like me that way,” she smiled. My fumbling fingers eventually took out the knot that held her top up and, as it loosened, her nipples peeked out over the white lace of her top. I helped them out further by pulling down slightly on the top until her breasts rested over the top of the bustier. “Now tell me what you think of them,” she said. “Delicious,” I replied. “See, there you go, jumping to conclusions again,” Charla smiled. “How do you know how they taste… unless you try them. Perhaps we could go someplace more private, and you can tell me all about the way my nipples taste?” “Do you mind if we get a second opinion, while we’re at it?” I asked. Charla licked her lips. “Mmm… who did you have in mind, wild man?” she asked. My eye caught Candi, walking behind Charla, dressed in a silk nightie, and I had a sudden desire to feel her body again. “There’s a pretty girl right there who I think we’ll both like,” I suggested. “Leave it to me,” Charla grinned, and she stood up and walked over to Candi. A quick whisper in the blonde’s ear made her nod excitedly, and the women came back to me together. “I was hoping I would have the chance to please you again,” Candi said with a twinkle in her eyes. “There’s something special I’d like,” I said as they both led me away to the high-backed sofas. “Let me tell you what I had in mind…” * * * * * Ten minutes later, the girls and I were finished, and they were compelled to go to the ladies’ room to fix their makeup. I also had to go check my face, and when I came out I found Trina. “What did you do, naughty boy?” she asked me. “Spent ten solid minutes in a deep tongue kiss with two bare-breasted women,” I answered nonchalantly. “Mmm… sounds yummy! I hope you haven’t spoiled your appetite.” “Not a chance.” “Well, that’s good… because we’re about to have the main course!” My hopeful hunch about what that meant was confirmed when the chime rang again and the lights went from yellow to green. “Ladies and gentlemen,” said DeeDee’s voice, an octave lower and sensuously breathy, “We are now in the Green Light District, and that means that the gloves come off – along with everything else! Find your companions and your seats now, and prepare for serious indulgence. There’s just one rule now: if you lose your load on your lapdancer, then you just bought her for the night! And maybe that’s not such a bad thing, after all. “So now, our available ladies of the evening take the stage, ready for you to take them into the back for sensuous indulgence…” A line of six women emerged onto the stage and began dancing, though the crowd diminished somewhat when two of my fellow guests immediately took their companions and a stripper each back to the sofas for some lapdancing. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who needed some relief. “Where’s Natalya?” I asked, noticing that she was not among the dancers. “She said she would be out at the second song,” Trina said. “Over there, at the left stage. She wants to strip for you, but if she came out right away the other guests would assume she was available. Come on, let’s watch the warm-up act.” Trina and I made our way over to stage left, where red-haired Justine and brunette Bianca were dancing side by side. To my surprise, the sofa in front of them was empty; the other guests had apparently opted for Candi and Susie Q on the center stage. When Justine and Bianca saw that they had an audience, they turned up the heat a notch by turning face-to-face and began to open each others’ tops. Justine was decked out in a schoolgirl’s uniform, and Bianca wore a black leather jacket over a prom dress. As hot a picture as it made, they could have been wearing burlap sacks at this point and I would have been horny as hell. “Mmm, take it off, bitch,” Trina said under her breath as she watched. I shivered slightly. Trina looked at me. “Did that turn you on, just now? You like that kind of talk?” I hesitated for a moment. “Come on, now, be honest,” Trina admonished. “Well… it does turn me on,” I admitted. “I like dirty talk. I’d get really hot if I could call you my slut or my whore, and I like to hear women say it to each other. I just didn’t want you to think that I had no class or respect.” “Darling… it’s all right! They’re just words. And if being your whore will get you hot, then I’ll be your whore. My God, your face is so red! Don’t be embarrassed, it’s fine!” “Hey, what’s the matter?” asked Justine, pausing in her dance and lying down with her hands on the rail to get closer to us. Trina stroked my hair. “My poor man is a little ashamed that he gets hot by talking dirty to women. He wants you to be his fuck-bitch, and he wants her to be his slut, and me to be his hot little whore, but he’s just too embarrassed to admit it.” “Oh, you don’t need to be like that,” Justine said in a soothing voice. “I’ll be your fuck-bitch if you want me to. Come on, you want to cream in my cunt and take me back to your room tonight?” “No, take both of us,” Bianca pleaded. “I’ll let you do me however you want, and then I’ll lick her until she’s so horny she’ll beg for your cock!” “I’m begging already,” Justine said, “but she can still lick my pussy if you want her to…” I turned to Trina. “This will be the last night of my life,” I said helplessly. The girls all laughed, and the two strippers came down off the stage and sat to either side of me, as Trina obligingly slid down to the floor at my feet to make room. “Silly, sexy man,” Justine said. “Are we being too hard on you?” “I think he’s the one who’s too hard,” Bianca giggled. “It’s all teasing, sweetie,” Justine insisted. “I mean, if you want to take us all to your bed tonight, then we won’t say no, but please don’t feel uncomfortable. We just want you to enjoy yourself.” “It’s just… I’ve never been propositioned by three women at once before,” I said, shrugging slightly. “I have an idea,” Bianca said. “Why don’t we stay here and keep you company while you watch Natalya? Wouldn’t you like to have three pretty girls keeping you company while you watch your sexy whore striptease for you?” This was going to cost me a few bucks in tips, I knew, but what the hell? “I’d be happy to have you all stay with me for a song or two,” I agreed. “On two conditions.” “I love conditions,” Justine grinned. “First, I want you two girls to be completely nude. Trina can keep her stocking on, because it looks so hot, but I’d like to have your tits outside, please.” The girls immediately and enthusiastically disrobed, tossing their clothing aside and then snuggling back up to me. “Second condition?” Bianca asked. “I want to feel you all kissing me, at the same time,” I said. I had felt two tongues in my mouth at once, but never three! “Mmm, with pleasure,” Justine said. Trina crawled up my front as the two other girls approached from either side, and lips and tongues met in the middle. The sensation was incredible. It was a little hard to get close enough in the middle for all of us to feel each others’ kiss, but even the way the girls jockeyed for position was exciting. Added to the sensual pleasure at the lips was the firm roundness of three sets of tits, which rubbed against each other and against me. We carried on for some time like that, me and my three women, until I heard the song change and DeeDee’s voice. “Well, if Mr. Xavier can still breathe, I’d like to direct his attention to the stage where the lovely Natalya is about to dance just for him! Look sharp, X, because this woman wants you and she’s not afraid to show it!” My girls moved to the sides, and I saw Natalya take the stage. DeeDee made a couple more personalized announcements, but I didn’t hear them – instead, I focused on the hot and sexy woman before me. Natalya had come out in a bright red PVC top and matching skirt, with fishnet stockings and red platform heels. Her lips had been painted to match her outfit, and her hair was teased up to the ceiling. There was nothing subtle or teasing about this outfit – she looked like a complete slut, and reveled in it. “She looks so hot,” Justine whispered in my ear. “You want to fuck that nasty whore, don’t you?” “I’ll bet those red lips would feel good on your cock,” Bianca said from the other side. “She’ll do it for you, and she’ll love it.” I felt nearly ready to explode. My cock had been rock-hard for what seemed like hours, and I ached from the need to release. I knew that the slightest touch would make me lose my load, and I wanted it to happen inside of the fiery dancer who knelt down on the stage in front of me and unzipped her top to let her huge, beautiful breasts into the open air. She actually had a kiss-mark just over her left nipple that matched her own lips; I wondered briefly who had given it to her. Natalya left her top on but open, and spun around on the stage to spread her legs for me. She wore no panties and her pussy was shaved mostly smooth, with only a trimmed porn-star patch just above her lips. She sucked one finger wet and reached down to rub her own clit in small circles, moaning as she pleasured herself. “Go touch her,” Justine urged. “She wants you to.” I slid forward on the sofa and reached out to Natalya’s pink pussy, and my fingertip slid between her open lips and felt her wetness. She squirmed but did not pull away, and pulled her legs wider with both hands under her thighs. “I want to lick her tits,” Bianca said, and crawled up onto the stage to take Natalya’s nipple into her mouth. Justine followed on the other side, while Trina knelt between Natalya’s legs and began to lick her sweet pussy. Receiving pleasure from three sides at once, Natalya moaned hotly and writhed on the stage floor, and I knew I couldn’t hold out for long. I decided to go for broke, and actually crawled up onto her body on the stage, letting the other girls move out of my way, until I lay on top of Natalya and looked into her eyes. “Get down here and do me now, slut,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “Yes, I’ll be your fuck-slut, put it anywhere you want!” she moaned. “I want you on my lap with my cock inside you, right now,” I commanded her. I slid off of her and sat back down, taking a moment to slide my pants down and let loose the hard member that had been straining against them all night. Natalya came down from the stage after me, raised her skirt, and straddled my lap with a leg on either side. Then, in one smooth, gliding move, she slid her pussy over me and down the entire length of my shaft, taking me deep inside her warm and silky-wet sex. “Come for me,” she whispered. I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to – after hours of teasing, I finally gave in to my needs and let my cream spurt into her body. She rocked her hips gently back and forth and quietly moaned as I filled her with hot come, and on all sides the other women stroked both our bodies with soft hands. “I think you needed that,” Natalya said with a smile. “More than I ever have before,” I acknowledged. “Well, if you’re up for more, I can show you now what a real lapdance is like,” she offered. “Would you like me to do that?” “Mm-hm…” “All right then… stay with me, and I’ll make you hard all over again…” Natalya began to gyrate on my lap, rubbing her tits and licking her hot red lips, but she never moved off my cock. She kept me inside of her, her pussy now very warm and unbelievably wet from my own cream and from hers as well. “Touch my body,” Natalya begged. “Come on, I want you to feel my tits.” I gladly cupped the massive mounds in both hands and began to rub and squeeze them, licking the already-wet nipples at the same time and sharing a kiss with Justine as she began to lick Natalya’s tit with me. When Bianca took the other side, I sat back to watch and enjoy the show. Soon Trina’s face appeared over Natalya’s shoulder, and Natalya leaned back to meet her in a long, slow tongue kiss. All the while, Natalya’s pussy seemed to be squeezing and massaging my cock, which had begun to grow hard again. Dream Vacation Pt. 03 “I can feel you in me,” Natalya whispered when Trina let her up for air. “Your cock is growing hard inside my pussy, and I love it… I want to feel you come inside me again…” Justine stopped kissing Natalya’s tit and turned to me instead, putting her tongue down my throat and reaching a hand around Natalya’s bottom to feel up between my legs. Her gentle fingertips caressed my slightly aching balls and soothed them, while at the same time exciting me further. Then another set of womanly lips touched mine and Justine’s. I no longer knew whose they were. Having risen again to full hardness, I began to rock my hips slightly to fuck in and out of Natalya’s pussy, and she responded with the same, moving all the way up and down my long shaft. “Fuck her good,” whispered a voice in my ear. “Fuck your hot slut, make her come!” I felt the buildup again, more intense this time, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud myself as I again unleashed my load into Natalya’s cunt. My girls leaned me back gently and stroked my chest and thighs as I let Natalya take every drop in me. When I opened my eyes, it was to see Natalya being supported gently by Trina and Bianca while Justine held me with my face close to her breasts and stroked my hair. I noticed for the first time that I was virtually drenched in sweat. “I think our man has had enough for tonight,” Justine said with a smile. “We’d better get this poor guy back to his room before he has a heart attack from all this excitement.” “Um… water?” I whispered, too parched to speak clearly. “Hm? Oh, of course,” Justine said. “Danielle! Please bring some water for our champion, before he dies!” The girls giggled, but I felt she might have a point. Danielle came over with some ice water and her eyes went wide when she saw the position we were all in. “Damn, I think it might be too late! Well, at least he went out happy.” In spite of her assessment of my health, Danielle gave me the water, which I gratefully gulped down. I then motioned her to come closer, and when she did I whispered in her ear. “You got it,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek before she left. “You’re insatiable!” Trina scolded. “What did you say to her, anyway? Never mind, I think we’ve even reached my limit. Come on, I think we’d better get you to bed!” It was the second night in a row that I had to be helped up to my room, this time with the aid of a wheelchair that had been thoughtfully provided for just such a purpose. I was cheered on my way out by the remaining guests and the strippers, accolades presumably for having fucked myself into near-total oblivion. A short time later, after a sponge bath and some good-night kissing, I fell asleep between my ladies of the evening, beautiful Trina and sexy Natalya. As for Justine and Bianca, they found out an hour later what I had whispered to Danielle, which was that their tips for services rendered were to be doubled at my expense. They would show their gratitude… but it would have to wait until the next day. TO BE CONTINUED Note: Safe sex is good. Using condoms when engaging in casual or for-hire sex is imperative. This is a fantasy, where no one has STDs or gets accidentally pregnant. The fact that there are no rubbers in my story does not mean I wouldn't use them in real life. Dream Vacation Pt. 04 ==== DAY FOUR ==== That night, as I lay sleeping with Trina and Natalya on either side, I had a dream. I was standing in a church, behind the altar, watching my wife Michelle walk toward me in her wedding gown and holding a bouquet. She smiled at me, and as she walked down the aisle I noticed with some interest that her dress was becoming shorter and shorter, exposing her legs inch by inch as she approached. Now, my wife has decent legs in reality, but in my dream they were model-perfect. I looked to either side and saw a row of bridesmaids to my right and, to my left, yet another row of bridesmaids. They had the faces and figures of the women I'd encountered at the resort. Standing in front of me, waiting for my wife, was Trina, and she wore nothing but a top hat and tie. Her breasts, large enough in real life, were absolutely huge in my dream; the size of Delilah's from the club, only completely natural. Glancing back at my wife, I discovered that her wedding dress had grown so small that it had begun to split at the seams, especially up on top where her own breasts were expanding like balloons. By the time she reached the altar, only her veil, bouquet, and shoes remained on her. Trina and Michelle turned to face each other and put their hands on each others' massive tits, so large now that it would be quite a challenge for Trina to "kiss the bride", as it were. Everyone looked at me. I realized I was the officiator, and cleared my throat. "Er... dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this woman with this woman - who is already married to me, but we'll overlook that - in the bonds of holy matrimony." "It doesn't matter if I'm already married," Michelle said. "I want more than you give me." I recognized that second phrase; I had used it myself once, when Michelle had inquired about my porn-surfing habits. I began to understand that I was dreaming. I tend to have lucid dreams, and in fact I had been working on methods of controlling them consciously, but something told me that I wouldn't be able to take charge of this one. I would simply have to let it play itself out. I started to wonder what this dream meant. Surely, I was past simply being sex-starved; I had lost track of how many times I'd come in the past few days. "See, she does want it," Trina whispered. "She just doesn't want you. She wants me." "That's not true," I argued. "My wife isn't a lesbian." "Oh, but she is," Trina whispered, pointing to where Michelle knelt at her feet, kissing and licking between her legs. "Every woman is a lesbian." "Every woman is a lesbian..." chanted the bridesmaids, turning toward each other and kissing deeply, their dresses gone from their bodies. "Every woman is a lesbian..." said the girls in the audience as they turned to kiss and touch each other. I walked through the church, stunned at the sight of all these women involved with each other. I felt intensely turned on, but when I tried to reach out and touch any of them I couldn't reach them; it was as if they faded away from me. I reached the back of the church and turned around, and saw that my wife and Trina had changed positions. Michelle now lay back across the altar, her legs spread, as Trina licked her pussy and two of the bridesmaids tongued her enormous breasts, two more rubbed her feet and sucked her toes, two more sucked on the fingers of each hand, and finally there were girls who kissed and licked at her lips. Other women approached her to massage her legs or run their fingers through her hair, and tongues licked her everywhere, and her glistening wet body floated off the floor as she was pleasured in every way by these beautiful women... The women became men. "Fuck me..." my wife groaned, and from every direction the hard and hairy cocks of her lovers thrust in to penetrate her from every side… * * * * * I awoke suddenly, in a rush. I didn't bolt upright in bed gasping or anything like that, but I twitched enough to disturb one of the sleeping bodies next to me. "Ooh..." Trina sighed. "Are you all right, lover?" The dream faded quickly from reality, remained in memory. "I'm... I'm fine," I whispered. "You're all sweaty," Trina said, a note of concern in her voice. "Bad dreams?" I shrugged, and tried to sound nonchalant. "It happens," I said. "Nothing to worry about." She kissed me, and I kissed back though my heart wasn't in it. I didn't need to be Sigmund Fucking Freud to figure out that my dream was all about guilt, and I was honest enough with myself to know that I deserved to feel guilty. I got up from the bed carefully to avoid disturbing the women, and went into the bathroom to wipe myself down with a cool cloth. That helped with the sweat, but it also woke me up to the point that I knew there would be no getting back to sleep. I glanced back toward the bed, and saw Trina and Natalya sleeping peacefully. It was barely seven AM, and I didn't think they'd be awake for a while. In any event, their companionship wasn't what I needed at the moment. I dressed quietly in my swimsuit and a loose-fitting shirt, and left a note to the effect that I had gone for a brief walk on the beach and would be back later. I also thanked Natalya for a wonderful evening, as I certainly had enjoyed it before my damn conscience caught up with me. I left the women sleeping together and closed the door softly behind me. The small stretch of beach behind the resort was empty, and I sat down to watch the waves and let my head clear. I thought about my wife, completely clueless as to what her husband was up to, and how betrayed and hurt I would feel if our positions were reversed. I wondered about whether this week of indulgence was worth the price I would pay in emotional fallout. I considered how even knowing all this, I was going to go back there and find Trina again, and choose another woman for another night of lusty fantasy. Sure, I was honest enough to feel guilty, but not enough to stop. I was weak, and I hated myself for it; I craved and needed the sex so badly, and I would risk even the love of my wife to get it. Why, oh why couldn't the woman I loved be more eager and alive in bed? Why couldn't I be the sort of man who would be satisfied with less? Why was I such a slave to my passions that I would be driven to this? "Oh... hello." I turned and looked at the voice that came from behind me. It was Jean, the guest who was married. I wondered for a moment whether she had designs on me, but she wasn't giving off those kinds of vibes. She seemed honestly surprised to see anyone there on the beach at such an hour, and a little uncertain. "Good morning," I replied. "I couldn't sleep. Decided to enjoy the local scenery." She shrugged. "Oh. I'm just an early riser. In this place, that means I'm generally alone for two hours every day." I made to get up. "If you'd rather be, I could -" "No, no, don't worry about it," Jean insisted. She sat down about six feet away, leaning on her knees. She looked at me inquisitively for a moment, and seemed to nod with understanding. "Guilt, right?" she said. "It shows that much?" I sighed. "To someone who's seen it before. Ted and I come here often. We meet all kinds, including the married guys who love their wives but don't get enough sexual fulfillment from them and so have to find it elsewhere. Usually it takes about three or four days for the rush to wear off, and that's when the remorse sets in. Thinking of going back home early?" I sighed. "I hadn't decided. I mean, I paid a lot for this and I'll never get to do it again, but what's the point if I'm not enjoying it anymore?" I sat back. "You know, as long as we're delving into my psyche, mind if I ask you a personal question?" "Can't guarantee an answer." "Fair enough. I just wonder, out of you and Ted, whose idea was it to start doing this?" Jean smiled. "You're wondering whether my husband talked me into this, and thereby how you might talk your wife into trying new and different things?" "I usually pride myself on being a little harder to read than this," I said. "First Trina, now you. Are there little balloons over my head with my thoughts all spelled out?" "It's the guilt. Guilt makes everything show up. That's why lie detectors work. And besides," Jean went on, "it's a question that someone asks me every time I come here. People usually find the answer disappointing, just so you know." "I'm listening." "Ted and I have a marriage of convenience," Jean said. "We like each other, we're good friends, but we're not in love and never have been. I'm a lesbian. Insofar as love and sex goes, my marriage to Ted is a total sham." "Interesting." "I live in a conservative town and I'm a grade school teacher. It would be scandalous if my orientation got out. Ted helps me maintain the facade." "What does he get out of it?" I wondered. "He gets some of the same benefits anyone does from being married – friendly companionship, income tax savings, someone to help with the laundry, that sort of thing. But he also has freedom, in that he can enjoy himself on business trips and such without worrying about what his wife would think. Then there's the occasional threesome. Ted and I are close enough that I don't mind having him in bed with me and another woman. He gets off on watching, too. It works for us." I couldn't help but be intrigued. "It sounds great on the surface, but what about, you know, being in love?" "Love doesn't seem to have made you happy," Jean countered. "Usually it does. Just not when it comes to sex." Jean looked at the waves. "We've talked about it," she said. "In the long run, I might be happier if I found a special woman, but think of what I'd have to give up. My family would disown me, I'd lose my job, I couldn't live anywhere except San Francisco and be considered normal. Ted, on the other hand, just doesn't want the ball and chain. Neither of us wants children, so that's not an issue. Believe it or not, we are actually happy together. Happier than you are, I'd imagine." "I guess I deserved that," I said. "Sorry to get so personal." "Forget about it. So, what are you going to do about your complex?" I shrugged. "Don't know." We sat in silence for a while, watching the waves. I noticed, as I usually did in such situations, that I felt none of the same fascination with Jean as a lesbian that I did when considering, for instance, Trina making out with another woman. I had wondered about this sort of thing before and determined that it all had to do with my main sexual hang-up, which was that I generally felt no desire for someone who felt none for me (and frankly, I think that's a fairly healthy hang-up to have!). I also thought about what her life must be like, married to a man she would never feel true love for, but with the freedom to explore her sexuality as she wished. I pitied and envied her at the same time. "I don't know why I'm about to say this," Jean said suddenly. "Maybe I just feel like finally saying something that I've been dying to say to dozens of other men in your situation. Do you want a nickel's worth of free advice?" "Sure," I shrugged. "I don't think you're going to like it much." "Now you really have my attention." "Okay," Jean said. "I think that your essential problem is that you like feeling guilty." "Come again?" I asked. "Not just you, but all the married guys who come here for a few kicks and then wallow in self-recrimination. You're in good company, don't worry. You need your guilt. As long as you feel guilty, it's like it's all right that you're cheating on your wife. After all, if you could do this without a pang of conscience, then you'd be an incredible jerk. But no, you feel guilty about it, so you're still a decent person who's just making a mistake." "You're right," I frowned. "I don't like it." "Don't shoot the messenger. But here's the advice part, and take it for what it's worth. If you're going to punish yourself for the rest of the trip, then don't bother hanging around; hell, you can even still get part of your money back at this point and buy your wife a nice set of earrings or something to soothe your conscience. If you're going to stay, though, do yourself a favor and live it up without shame. Make excuses to yourself, make up lies about how marriage vows don't count in the Caribbean, or pretend that your wife would actually prefer you got your rocks off here instead of bothering her about it. Or, simply redefine in your head what you owe each other as a married couple. Just don't set up camp in Guilty Gulch and assume that makes it all right, because all that does is bring the rest of us down." I sat in silent thought. Jean sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get all Doctor Phil on you. I guess I had that particular pet peeve building up for a while. You didn't deserve that from a near stranger. What the hell do I know, I'm lucky enough to be in an open relationship where I don't have to feel guilty." "Well, it's not like you said anything that isn't true," I acknowledged. "Thanks, Jean. I'll say that again later and mean it, I promise." Jean stood up. "Really, I'm sorry if I spoiled your vacation. That was rude of me." "No, I'm the one spoiling it. I think your perspective helps. I'll see you around the resort, okay?" "Sure," Jean said with a half-smile, and wandered off down the beach. * * * * * I thought for a while about what Jean said, and the truth of it was fairly obvious. The question to ask myself at this point was whether I wanted to continue. I didn't think I could just absolve myself of guilt, and I'd already rationalized it to death, but I had to do something. I could always come clean to her about it, I thought. Then I decided that was a really bad idea. It's like masturbation, I thought. It just happens to involve real women. But that was rationalizing again. Then a new thought struck me. It was still rationalizing, but this one made a certain amount of sense. The fact of the matter was that I had never had sex with anyone besides my wife before being married. I had never lived the bachelor life, never sown my wild oats. Perhaps I was doing that now. It was no excuse that would stand up in court or in a confrontation with my wife, but in my own mind it worked. For the remaining few days, I decided, I would experience life as if I wasn't married yet. It was a lie, but it seemed to lift most of the guilt anyway. By the time I got up to walk back to the resort, I was actually feeling pretty good. This would be beneficial for my marriage, in a lot of ways, as long as Michelle never found out. I knew this trip was giving me memories to fuel my fantasies for years to come, fantasies I need to get myself off in the absence of my wife's attentions. In all seriousness, I need to have an orgasm on an almost daily basis just to keep my mind clear. Michelle was (and is) unable or unwilling to take care of more than a twentieth of that need; therefore, it only makes sense to find satisfaction elsewhere, and self-stimulation will only satisfy for so long. Since I had started going to strip clubs and hiring escorts, my home life has become far more relaxed and stable, and Michelle and I are both happy. It was the same argument I'd had with myself a dozen times, but it seemed clearer now than ever before. I returned to the poolside and found that some of my fellow guests were up and about, as well as the staff. I happened to catch a glimpse of Trina in the window, walking through the lobby, and was about to go in after her before I realized that it was just before her scheduled break. She saw me, however, and came outside. "Hey sweetie!" she said. "You couldn't get back to sleep?" "Nah, I needed to do some thinking," I said. Her face became concerned. "Is everything all right?" "I think it is now," I replied. "Let me check." I leaned in and kissed her, and she returned it enthusiastically. "Yup, everything's fine," I said when I came up for air. "That's good," Trina replied. "Listen, I'm about to go on break, but I left something up in the room for you. You should go see it." "Okay," I said with a smile. "I'll see you at lunchtime, all right? Let's do something really fun today." "Like what?" "How about we pay a visit to the casino? We can try our luck and maybe take in a show, if you like." "Ooh, that sounds great!" she enthused. "I can't wait!" I got another kiss, and she skittered off. * * * * * I rode up the elevator yawning and stretching, looking forward to a shower and maybe some room service. When I got there, the shower was already running, and steam issued from the bathroom. I began to get a suspicion of what Trina might have left behind. The suspicion was confirmed when I stepped into the bathroom and saw Natalya washing her long black hair in my shower. She didn't seem to hear me at first with the water cascading over her head, rinsing the suds from her hair and down her back. I took a moment to slip out of my shorts and shirt, and entered the shower with her. "Ooh!" she exclaimed as I brushed against her body. "Ah, my naughty boy, I was hoping you would come and join me. You should not have left me and Trina alone that way! We missed your touch upon awakening... it is a good thing we had each other, but I still want to make you come one more time." We kissed deeply under the hot shower, her body slippery against mine, her wonderful large breasts an exciting pressure against me. Instead of pulling away from the kiss, she slid her lips to one side and actually licked my face up to my earlobe, lingering there to whisper, "Please, do sexy things to me and make my pussy wet." I let my hands slide over her body, gliding through the warm spray and slipping over her soft and smooth skin. In return, she took a sudsy sponge and began to vigorously scrub my back, rubbing deep and hard. I let her wash me all over from head to toe, covering me completely in a white layer of suds except for my hard member, and as she knelt to sponge my calves her lips touched the swollen head of my cock. The sponge splashed on the floor as she slid her mouth down over me. Her arms curled around my thighs and held me immobile as she bobbed her head slowly up and down, drawing me in and out of her with slow, sucking strokes. Meanwhile, her fingertips found sensitive places far back between my legs to stroke and touch, places I didn't usually feel comfortable with, but since I knew I was clean I didn't mind. More than that, I found it sent intense shivers through me, and my knees almost buckled when her tongue slipped back behind my sack for a moment and delicately licked where I had never felt such a thing before. Then her hands replaced her mouth, and the sponge completed its work on me. Natalya stood and took the shower nozzle from the wall, spraying me down with its pulsing mist until the suds were gone. "Will you fuck me with your tongue?" she whispered. "I would like that so much, lover..." "Yes," I replied, my head reeling with lust. Natalya turned and pulled down a large lever attached to the wall, and a section at the side of the tub raised up and locked into place. I realized that it was a chair, and that it had been specifically designed to allow its occupant to sit with legs spread and receive the spray from an aimed nozzle set in the ceiling. With the help of a strategically-placed handgrip, Natalya was up in the seat with her pussy exposed just at the optimum level for me to enter her. I remembered her request, though, and saw that her action of raising the seat had also dropped a cushioned shelf for my knees (or hers, had our positions been reversed). After taking a moment to taste her lips again, I licked my way down between her massive tits to her pussy. I didn't bother to tease her; I just pulled her labia gently apart and began to lick her sensitive sex, tickling her budding clit and, as she had asked of me, slipping my tongue inside her. Dream Vacation Pt. 04 "Oohh… yes, that feels so good… your tongue fucking my pussy, it is so nice, it makes me want to come…" I continued to please her, feeling like I was repaying her for the pleasures of the night before and hoping she truly enjoyed my touch. I wanted to think that she wasn't simply going through the motions, but actually liked having sex with me. Since she could have simply left instead of waiting for me, I felt that she considered me a worthwhile lover, or at least a heavy tipper. "There's something else I want to do to you," I said. "I will let you do anything to me," she moaned. "You may use me as you will… use my body for your pleasure, it makes me hot to please you…" She was laying it on thick, but I liked it. "Let's go back to the bedroom," I said, standing up to push the head of my cock against her clit. She caught her breath at the sudden contact. "What will you do to me?" she asked hopefully. Moments later, Natalya lay her wet body across the bed (I had forbidden her to dry off) and I straddled her with my cock poised to thrust between her beautiful, firm and large tits. "Fuck them now," she whispered. I slid easily into her cleavage, lubricated by our mutually wet skin, and began to thrust roughly in and out. She moaned and squirmed beneath me, squeezing her huge tits around my cock and pinching her own nipples to enhance her excitement. After a while, we changed positions, and I lay down while she crawled on top of me and rubbed her tits around my cock from above. For nearly five minutes, Natalya pleasured my cock with her tits, and I could tell that she was beginning to get tired. So, I invited her to lie down once again and I assumed the top position, again ramming my cock between her beautiful breasts. This time, I lingered at the top to let her kiss and suck the head of my cock for a moment in each thrust. Soon, I was ready to come, and she knew it. "Let me feel your come on my body," she whispered. "I want it all over me, please!" I reached down and squeezed her tits around my cock, and with three more pumps I shot thick white ropes of come onto her chest and face. A drop that landed on her lips was quickly licked down, and the rest she spread with both hands around her chest like lotion. When I was spent, I rolled off and lay down beside her. "Thank you for coming on me," Natalya whispered. "It makes me feel so sexy and hot." I had to admit to myself that I had rather enjoyed it too, even though I usually don't have a come fetish. "I won't be seeing you around after today, will I?" I asked. Natalya sighed. "Unfortunately, no. I usually work at another resort, and even if I did not I am taking a week's vacation tomorrow. But I do have something for you to remember me by, if you will look on your bedside table." I looked and saw a piece of paper. Turning it over, I found an 8x10 glossy of Natalya in her red PVC slut outfit from the night before, along with a genuine kiss-print and "With love and lust from Natalya." "Thanks," I said with a smile. "I'll have to keep this away from prying eyes, but it'll help me remember you in my fantasies." "My favorite way to be remembered," she smiled, and kissed me deeply like a lover. * * * * * After a brief mutual return to the shower to wash my cream off and enjoy each others' bodies for a last time, Natalya excused herself and left the room wearing a bathrobe, heading back to the staff lodgings to get dressed. I put in a call to make sure she received an extra tip, and then dressed myself in comfortable clothes suitable for going out. When I went down for lunch, I found Trina there with a pair of friends – Justine and Bianca, from the night before. "Good day, ladies," I said charmingly as I joined them. "Hey, hot stuff," Justine replied with a wink. "Hi sexy," Bianca smiled. I looked at Trina. "Is there something going on that I should be aware of?" I asked. Trina shrugged. "They insisted on having lunch with us. I didn't think you'd mind." "Not at all," I replied. "Actually, I was hoping to see the two of you again, I just didn't think it would be so soon. You both treated me very well last night, and I wanted to thank you." "It was our pleasure," Justine said. I couldn't help but think that a lot of that pleasure came from the extra money I'd coughed up, but I didn't care. She and Bianca were obviously reciprocating gratitude and I appreciated it. We ordered drinks and settled into small talk. "Hey, doing all right?" asked a voice over my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was Jean. "Much better, thank you," I replied. "I owe you one." "Don't mention it," Jean said, and went to join her husband and Danielle, who was apparently their companion for the day. "You and Jean know each other?" Trina asked. "Not as well as you and I know each other," I said, and received a giggle in return. "We ran into each other this morning and she helped me through something. I'd like to show my gratitude, actually, but I'm not sure what would be appropriate. After all, I can't very well give her an extra tip or something." Trina thought. "Well, I have an idea, but it's up to you of course." "I'm all ears." "See, Jean and I met on her last trip down here, and she told me afterwards that I was the best she'd ever had." "Don't you love a modest woman?" Bianca teased, flicking her water at Trina. "Stop it! I'm just saying what she said, that's all. Anyway, and please don't take this as anything against you because you're terrific –" "You're suggesting I loan you out for the night?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "I know she'd appreciate it." I was silent for a moment. "You did tell me before that you wanted me to be honest with you," Trina admonished gently. "Usually I wouldn't presume to even hint you share me with another guest, but you know, I thought it might be a useful suggestion." I smiled. "You finally missed," I said. Trina blinked and looked confused. "The entire time I've been here you've been reading my mind, and you've read me right every time until now. I think it's a great idea." "Really?" Trina smiled. "Not that I won't miss you tonight, of course, and I fully expect you back on my lap tomorrow, but by all means let's make the offer. Of course, I wouldn't want you to have to miss out on our planned afternoon, so we might invite them along for that as well." "That's great!" Trina enthused. "So, who are you going to spend the night with, out of curiosity? You're still entitled to another woman." "And what if I don't want just one?" I asked, looking pointedly at both Justine and Bianca. * * * * * Before lunch was over, we had been joined at our table by Ted, Jean, and Danielle. When Trina told Jean about my offer, she was obviously excited about the prospect. "I was so hoping that I would get to visit with Trina on this trip," she said. "When I found out she'd been picked by a VIP guest, I was so disappointed! Really, it's very generous of you." "It's the least I can do," I said. "You saved my vacation. And it's not like I'll be alone tonight, after all." "I keep telling Jean that we need to spring for the VIP treatment," Ted said with a grin. "Maybe now she'll listen. By the way, that was a hell of a party last night, wasn't it?" "I walk normally only through concentrated effort," I admitted. "By the way, what happened to Brad? I haven't seen him." "He got the boot," Danielle said. "Drank himself sick last night, and Samantha decided she didn't want to deal with the possibility of having to send him off in an ambulance. Besides, Akimi said she'd had enough of him. She's usually very friendly and open, but I can see how this guy would get on anyone's nerves." "So, you girls can refuse to work with a client?" I asked. "Of course," Trina said. "I mean, we all know what's expected of us around here and a girl who got cold feet on a regular basis wouldn't stick around for long, but there are times when it just doesn't work. Samantha backs us up, too. She's great to work for because she keeps our welfare in mind just as much as the guests'." "Talking shop, Trina?" Justine asked, a hint of warning in her voice. "Oh, it's all right," Trina said. "I know we usually shouldn't chat about work with the guests, but Xavier's made it clear that he wants me to be straight with him. Besides, I want him to know that I don't have to be his girl; I want to." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Tonight, my dear Trina, you belong to Jean," I reminded her. "She gets all your kisses for the rest of the day." "That's right Trina, he's ours now," said Bianca as she and Justine snuggled up to me on either side. "You can't have him back until we're done with him." "Feeling lonely and left out here," Ted said. Danielle immediately slid into his lap and kissed his lips. "Don't worry, Teddy Bear. I'll take good care of you." "So will I, if Jean lets me," Trina offered. As much as I found Ted to be a decent sort of fellow (not to mention a man after my own heart), I didn't much want to hear about what he'd be doing with Trina that night – I still saw her as being "mine", and while I was happy to share her with another woman, the idea of her taking someone else's cock bothered me. It was silly, of course. Trina was a professional escort and had probably had sex with hundreds of men. Still, it wasn't something I preferred to think about. "Well," I said, "if everyone's done putting away lunch and cuddling up to pretty girls, what say I call for the limousine and we head off to try our luck? And please, let me get Trina her first chips; she's supposed to be a gift, not an expense." "You're so sweet!" Trina grinned. * * * * * The ride to the Casino was fairly uneventful, though it was obvious that the girls loved being in a large group and looked forward to the afternoon. Jean kept looking hungrily at Trina, and my girls stayed close to me and gave me plenty of casual affection and little touches. I was pretty well sexually satisfied for the time being, of course, but it was still nice to have so much attention paid to me and I was looking forward to enjoying both girls later. All the same, it seemed strange not to have Trina by my side. I had already grown accustomed to her, and though I wasn't stupid enough to assume that I really knew her as a friend or a lover, I felt that if I had met her under other circumstances that we would have gotten along. I realized that I was actually going to miss her when the week was done; not just because of the mind-blowing sex, but the companionship of a woman like her. My wife, of course, was a wonderful companion to me. But with the sex missing from our relationship, I found that we had grown apart in other ways as well. There was always a certain buffer zone between us, which made itself known whenever we crossed it to hold hands or give a quick kiss or cuddle together. I had come to feel the little touches that a husband and wife share were not welcome to her, in part because she rarely initiated such contact. Trina was enthusiastic about being touched, not only sexually but in simple, casual ways. I thought about how she took my hand while we were talking, stood a little closer than most people do, always welcomed a little kiss or a stroke on the thigh. I wished my wife could be like that. I tried to banish such thoughts from my mind, not wanting to bring down the party. As the car pulled up to the Casino entrance, I was laughing and having fun with the rest of the group, and ready to go in and play for a while. Thoughts of Michelle would wait until later. Each of my girls got forty dollars in chips, including Trina, and they thanked me for my generosity (I later found out that the customary amount was twenty). We had agreed to each try our luck separately for a while, and then regroup after the first hour. I headed for the blackjack tables, and saw that Ted was coming with me. "Blackjack man?" I asked. "Only game that gives the player an even break," he acknowledged. "Slot machines may as well be piggy banks for the house." "What's your preferred minimum?" "I like ten dollar tables." I usually went to the five-dollar-minimum games, but I figured that I was blowing money left and right anyway. "Mind if I join you?" "Hell, I'm not likely to say no to you at this point!" Ted exclaimed, clapping me on the shoulder. We sat down at a likely-looking table, ordered drinks, and threw down chips for cards. I found, much to my surprise, that I thoroughly enjoyed Ted's company and conversation; I had been indulging so much in female companionship that I had almost forgotten the fun to be had in some male bonding. We seemed to have silently agreed that talking about the resort and our experiences there would be inappropriate, so we chatted about other things, and discovered some mutual interests – notably, that we had both spent time in the Arctic, though he had been in the Navy and I had gone as a civilian. As far as the card game went, I was able to hold onto a slight lead in my cash position, while Ted raked in two blackjacks in a row and put himself ahead early. We barely noticed the passage of time, until I felt a presence on either side of me and looked up to see Bianca and Justine. "How are you doing?" Bianca asked. "Winning big for us?" Justine added. As it happened, the dealer went bust right at that moment, and we all got paid off. "I'm a little ahead," I said with a smile. "How are you girls doing?" "Poor Bianca's only got five left," Justine said. "But the dice have been pretty friendly to me. I'm up twenty bucks." "Booyah!" Ted shouted as fortune smile on him again in the form of two face cards. I was dealt a pair of eights and immediately split them. Noticing that only Danielle had come back to Ted's side, I inquired, "Where's Jean and Trina?" "Ladies' room," Justine said, and winked. Jean obviously wasn't wasting any time! I was glad to know she was enjoying my "present", though. "It looks like we have a couple of empty seats here," I said. "Why don't you ladies join us?" "I wouldn't want to jinx my man," Danielle said, rubbing Ted's shoulders as he raked in the chips. "I'm not very good at this," Bianca said. "Besides, I've only got five left." "Heck, I can spot you for a few hands," I said, throwing twenty-five more in Bianca's direction. "Justine?" "I'll just watch," she said. "When I follow dice with cards, I always lose." I won one of my splits and lost the other, an even break. I decided to let it ride, and the cards came around the table again. Bianca ended up with a pair of deuces. "See? I told you." "Don't give up, you've still got a shot," I insisted as I took a hit to turn my thirteen into a nineteen, and held there. "Hit me," Bianca sighed. She took an ace. "Again." A jack turned up. She looked at me. "What do I do?" "The dealer's showing five," I pointed out. "No matter what, he'll have to hit. If you take another, odds are good that you may go over. Let him take the risk." "But I've only got fifteen!" "And he won't have any better than that to start with. It's not a sure thing, but the odds favor you standing." Bianca shrugged. "I'll stay, then." The dealer turned up a queen, and then drew an eight. "Dealer is bust," he announced. "I won? I won!" Bianca squealed. "This is fun! Tell me more!" * * * * * In another hour, Trina and Jean showed up, looking slightly disheveled. I smiled at Trina, who winked at me and indicated via sign language that Jean was very happy with her "gift". "How are you guys doing?" Jean asked. "I'm up two hundred overall, but down from a high of four hundred," Ted said, rubbing his chin. "Thinking of calling it quits." "I've won seventy dollars!" Bianca said excitedly. I toyed with the chips in front of me. After an hour's of ups and downs, I was essentially where I started. I decided to go for broke, and pushed the whole pile onto the table. "Gutsy," Justine said. The dealer threw me a pair of aces, and I swore under my breath. "What?" Bianca asked. "That's good, isn't it?" "Not really," I said. "I should split, but I don't have the chips. I left most of my cash back at the resort." "I'll take the heart," Justine said, dropping seventy-five dollars onto the table to match my stake. "You take the diamond." I nodded to the dealer, and then, seized by a sudden impulse, I put an arm around each of my girls and squeezed. "What's that for?" Bianca asked. "Just trying to direct fate," I said hopefully. Whether my actions had anything to do with it or not, who can say? All I know is that my next cards were two queens. * * * * * We were a happy crew when the time came to leave, four winners out of seven. Ted was in particularly high spirits, having worked his way back up to three hundred fifty ahead before making himself stop. He even offered to cover the cost of my extra girl for the evening since I technically had three escorts, but I turned him down – Trina was a gift, and the fact that Ted had won some money didn't change that. I wasn't so sentimental that I didn't let him pick up the dinner tab, though. On the way back to the resort, Trina got into it with Jean, and Ted turned to Danielle. My girls naturally became similarly attentive to me, though I felt less than entirely comfortable getting it on in front of people. "They're not even looking, you know," Bianca whispered to me as she nuzzled against my neck and stroked her hand across my inner thigh. "I know…" I whispered back, "but I'm still self-conscious. Can't help it." "We'll be easy on you then," Justine reassured me. "For now, anyway." "What does that mean?" "You'll see," Bianca giggled softly. "We were chatting it up with Trina this morning, and she told us what you like. You got a taste of it last night… and tonight you get more than a taste." I wondered what that meant. I also wondered, based on how last night had gone, whether or not I would survive it. "When we get back, we want you to go relax in the pool for a while," Justine whispered. "You'll get a message when we're ready for you," Bianca added. And so, after returning to the resort, our little party split into three – Ted, Jean, and their companions went off to Cabana 2 for some hot-tubbing, Justine and Bianca scurried off to the staff rooms to do whatever they had planned, and I was left alone. Following the girls' advice, I went up to my room to change into my swimsuit and then back down to the pool. The horizon glowed dark orange, the sun having already set, as I slipped into the water and commandeered an abandoned floating lounge. The air was still warm, and I was comfortable enough to almost drop off to sleep… "Excuse me… Xavier?" I opened my eyes. To my surprise, the sky had grown considerably darker, and the stars were coming out. I realized that I actually had fallen asleep. I turned as I heard my "name" again, and saw Akimi or Kiko standing by the poolside (I couldn't tell which one). "Mm – yes?" I stuttered, my brain still in the process of waking up. "Xavier, I am so sorry to disturb you, but I have a message for you." I rolled off the lounge into the pool, plunged my head underwater to clear it completely of sleep, and hoisted myself up the side. My messenger girl had thoughtfully brought a towel, which she draped over my shoulders (having to stand on her toes to do so). I said, "Thank you…" "Akimi," she smiled. "I know it is hard to tell." "Akimi. Thank you very much. So, I guess you're free now?" "Yes, they sent my guest home, it seems." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I will not miss him. He was not exactly… charming. Not like you are." Dream Vacation Pt. 04 I smiled, willing to accept the flattery. "Perhaps we can arrange to spend some time together, tomorrow?" Akimi sighed. "I am afraid I will not be here tomorrow. And after that, I am going on the ship – but so will you be!" she brightened. "I certainly am." "Then I will be pleased to see you on the ship, Xavier. Kiko and I will be sure to save an evening for you, if you want us to." "Very much!" "Then I will have that to look forward to," Akimi smiled. Then she dropped her eyes demurely. "I have heard that you like to kiss very deep." "It's one of my favorite things to do," I agreed. "Then… would you like to taste me?" She whispered this with her eyes closed and her lips raised in anticipation. I took her up on the invitation, and felt the petite Asian's tongue slip delicately into my mouth. She did taste sweet, and I was surprised by how tiny she felt – I knew that I could easily lift her off the ground and hold her there almost indefinitely with her legs wrapped around me, her lithe and nubile body flexing and arching as I slid her up and down on my erect member. The image in my head excited me to hardness as we kissed, and through my thin swimsuit she could feel me rise. "You do like it, don't you," she breathed, her lips still caressing mine. "You will like it even more, I think, when Kiko joins us…" We broke apart, though she held her body up against my near-fully-erect cock. "But for now, as I say… you have a message." "Ah, yes," I nodded, having completely forgotten about it. "What is it, then?" "You should take a moment to change into clothes that have been laid out in your room," Akimi said. "Then, come down to the club, and order a drink. That's all." I shrugged. "I think I can manage that much. Care to join me?" "You are sweet and thoughtful," she smiled, "but I think you will have enough company tonight." * * * * * The clothes for me turned out to be nothing more than a basic black shirt and pants. I slipped into them and headed down to the club as instructed, and found that some of the other guests were there, including some new faces. I didn't see my girls anywhere, so I just took a stool at the bar. "What'll it be?" Monique asked, still decked out in her topless barmaid uniform. "Sex on the beach," I decided. "And to drink?" It actually took me a moment to catch the implication. "Very cute," I said. "You take the giggles where you can get 'em," Monique grinned, and set to mixing up my drink. "So, meeting someone here tonight?" "That was the plan, I think. Tell me," I asked, sipping the drink she slid over to me, "Why is it that an incredibly hot and sexy woman like yourself is tending bar? I mean, I hope I'm not being too forward, but you are available as a companion, aren't you?" "Very few things are considered too forward around here," Monique said. "I like to keep my options loose, and not attach myself to a single guest for the length of their stay. I'm not that good at the whole 'girlfriend' experience. And I'm a damn good drinks mixer, so Samantha has me tending bar whenever I'm not otherwise occupied. That doesn't mean I don't mingle when I get the offer, though." "Are you available tomorrow?" I asked. Monique sighed. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm having some time off starting tomorrow evening. I'm sure I can work you in another time, though." I shook my head. "I'm going out on the ship the day after tomorrow. Unless you're going too, it's not in the cards." "That's a shame," Monique said. "I've heard such good things about you… I would've liked the chance to try you myself." She smiled seductively, and I felt something almost like teenage nervousness. It had become almost commonplace for me to proposition the women of the resort, but suddenly her look reminded me that it was more than words; I was dealing with a woman who would gladly give me sex, let me touch her body and feel her naked breasts, and furthermore she would enthusiastically team up with another woman to please me. After four days of what seemed like nearly constant sex, a simple look could still turn my knees weak and make my heart pound. "Hey, you awake?" I heard Monique say, as she waved a hand in front of my face. I jumped slightly and looked up. "Sorry, what?" I asked. "You poor guy, I didn't mean to disappoint you so much," she said with a sad smile. "Huh? Oh, no, it's not that – I mean, sure, I'm disappointed, but I can live with it. I mean – oh hell, just shoot me." I was tempted to thud my head down on the bar, but I thought I'd done enough to appear pathetic for one evening. "Do I make you nervous?" Monique teased. She lifted her large breasts up onto the counter, just in case I'd been looking in completely the opposite direction and therefore hadn't noticed them. "I guess I'm still not used to a place where one can be so open about things – and more to the point, where the women are so sexy and so willing. A guy tries to act all suave and take it all in stride, but there's only so long one can fake that." "Honey, you don't need to play any parts here. Just be you, and let us worry about playing the roles you want. Speaking of which… I think your party just arrived." I turned in the direction she indicated, and was immediately glad I hadn't just taken a drink, because I'd have choked on it. Justine and Bianca had just walked in, and instantly grabbed the attention of everyone in the place. Both were decked out in some seriously sexy goth gear, black and shiny, with lips and nails to match. Justine had gone for vinyl, a tight top that looked painted on her body, with silver points over the nipples. The top was connected by chains to a pair of barely-there ripped denim shorts, also black, and pulled up high enough to threaten the revealing of pussy lips on either side. Her stockings, black of course, looked like they had been attacked by a tiger, and her platform-heel black vinyl boots went up over the knees. Around her neck was a silver ankh. Her red hair had been teased up to give her the appearance of a cat. Bianca wore leather, a black motorcycle jacket open to show only cleavage; if she did have anything on underneath it, I couldn't tell. Her low-cut pants were also black leather and fit tight. The jacket was short and showed that the pants only barely covered her bottom, where Justine's hand rested. She wore a black leather Harley-Davidson hat, and her boots were polished leather and steel with stiletto heels. They strutted up to the bar and slid up to either side of me, pressing their bodies against me though they never glanced in my direction. "Tequila," Justine ordered in a low voice that was practically a growl. "Give us the bottle," Bianca added. Monique served it up. "Who pays?" she asked nonchalantly. Justine looked at me then, with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. "Buy us a drink," she commanded me. "I'll cover it," I said quickly. "Bet your ass you will," Bianca said. The girls took the bottle and three shot glasses, and went to a table across the room. I watched as they both took a shot, then without further preamble began to kiss each other hotly. "They didn't get the third glass in case one of them breaks," Monique pointed out. "Go on, make a move." "How?" I asked, momentarily disoriented. "Doesn't matter," Monique pointed out. "They're both a sure thing, you know. You can't get shot down; say whatever you want and they'll still fuck you tonight. They've just set up a little game for you to play. How you play it is up to you." I stood up, feeling intimidated despite Monique's entirely truthful words, and went to go sit with my girls. They continued to make out as I approached, black lips sucking at red tongues and hands stroking over leather and vinyl-clad bodies. I was standing practically over them before Bianca happened to look up and notice me there. She nudged Justine, and the redhead opened her eyes and saw me as well. "What the fuck do you want?" Justine asked, a sneer on her lip. "That's no way to talk to a man who just bought you a drink," I said, trying to slip into an appropriate role. "Besides, you two seem like interesting company, and I'm in the mood for a little adventure tonight." "Trust me," Bianca said with a shake of her head, "you couldn't handle us." "Try me," I challenged as I sat down. The girls looked at each other, smiled with narrowed eyes, and turned back to me. "I know you were watching us make out," Justine said. "Is that what's got you feeling all… adventurous?" "And who said you could watch, anyway?" Bianca asked, just before she traced the tip of her tongue up Justine's neck to just below her ear. "Are you saying you don't want me to watch?" I asked. Justine pursed her shiny black lips at me. "That depends on what's in it for us," she said. "What did you have in mind?" Justine looked sideways Bianca, who was still tonguing her earlobe. "Tell me, Bianca… are you a bad little slut?" "You know I am," Bianca said without hesitation. "Why?" "Because I love to fuck deep and come hard," Bianca purred. "Does your pussy want to come right now?" "My pussy always wants to come." "You," Justine said, glaring at me. "Get over here." I did as I was told, sitting next to Bianca as she indicated. "My slut lover is going to spread her legs for you now," Justine said, "and I want you to reach into her panties and pet her kitty until she comes." With black-rimmed doe eyes locked on me, Bianca did as Justine told her, spreading her legs wide and opening the fly on her tight leather pants, zipping down past her crotch and up under her bottom. Her panties underneath were silver with black lace, so tiny as to almost not be there. Her pussy lips emerged on either side of the thin strip of satin, shaved perfectly smooth. "Come on, get started," she cooed. "Give me what I want, and maybe I'll be a good slut and give you what you want." Swallowing hard, I reached over and slid my hand over the top of her tiny panties, gently brushing her exposed lips on either side. She squirmed just a tiny bit and exhaled slightly, spreading her legs just a bit wider to encourage me further. "I said inside her panties," Justine warned me. "Go on, touch her clit." The next stroke of my hand went under her panties and I felt the warm wet of Bianca's sex. She sighed with pleasure as I touched her, and leaned her head back to enjoy the sensation. I slid my fingers up and down over her pink lips, moistening them in her own secretions as I gently massaged her clit out of its hood. Her sighs turned to soft moans. "You love it, don't you, slut?" Justine whispered into Bianca's ear. "Yes… I love the way it feels…" "You want him to penetrate you?" "Oh God, yes…" "Then beg for it, bitch… beg for it!" Bianca opened lusty eyes and pleaded with me, "Please… please go inside me, I need to feel it, it'll make me come and then I can be your whore…" "You want to be my whore now?" I whispered, getting into the part I was playing. "I want it so bad, I want to be your slut-whore, I want you to fuck me and use me, just make me come, please… I need to come!" I slid two fingers into her wonderfully warm and moist pussy, holding my thumb over her clit. She shivered and arched her back, making her jacket part down the middle. I saw for the first time that her breasts were not uncovered, but they might as well have been – only an inch-wide black satin band stretched from her waist and around her neck, covering each nipple on the way but revealing a bit of aureole on either side. "I'm coming… oh fuck, I'm coming hard!" I felt her pussy tighten around me as she gasped out all her breath in a rush, her hands grasping at my shirt on one side and Justine's chains on the other. With teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut, Bianca rode out the throes of her climax and finally relaxed, still breathing hard, her eyes glazed and unfocused. "You made her come good," Justine said with approval as she reached down to take my hand from Bianca's pussy. Raising it to her lips, she sucked one finger gently and smiled. "Yes… you made her come very, very good. Now she's your slut." "Yes, I'll be your slut," Bianca whispered. "Fuck me any way you want, just make me come again and again…" "I know a place where the three of us can be alone and fuck each other," Justine said. "Come on, let's go." Justine helped Bianca close up the fly on her pants and the two girls stood up, Bianca still breathing hard. They each took my hands, and together we made our way across the bar to a door behind the DJ booth. I saw that the other guests were into making out with their companions, and wondered if they had been as involved as I was and perhaps hadn't even noticed what had been happening at my table. Even so, though, I preferred the suggestion of our own room. The girls led me down a short hall and to a door marked PRIVATE, which they flung open. I stumbled inside at the front of a gentle push, and all was pitch dark until Justine hit the lightswitch on the wall and flooded the room in red. The floor was covered in a thick shag, and most of the room was taken up by a bigger-than-king-sized bed with dark red sheets – or so they looked in the light. The walls were stone, and in places there hung shackles and cuffs. On a high shelf that encircled the room were lined any number of phallic toys and other devices the purpose of which I could only guess at. "Are you sure you can handle us?" Justine teased. I turned to look at the girls, who seemed more exotic than ever in the red glow. Bianca approached Justine from behind and cupped the redhead's tits in both hands, rubbing and squeezing, feeling and groping. Justine's eyes showed her pleasure. "You have one slut," Justine said. "Now, how will you earn the other one?" "I don't think I'll need to," I said confidently. "I think you'll want to earn me." I loosened my belt and let my pants drop, allowing my rock-hard member to spring from its confines. Justine's eyes locked on it instantly. "Ooh, I want it," she whispered. "Is that what I get if I'll be your fuck-bitch just like her?" "Deep inside you," I said. "Mmm… I really want to fuck you good… but wouldn't you like to taste me first? My pussy is very sweet." "Oh, it is," Bianca agreed. "Come on, let's both lick her hot cunt." I liked the idea of sharing Justine, so I let Bianca lie her down on the bed and slide her shorts off, leaving behind only the shredded stockings which were ripped right down the crotch to leave her pussy exposed. Then, Bianca tossed her jacket aside and zipped something apart on her pants that made just the top part come off, leaver her with leather leggings and those tiny panties. She approached Justine's sex from over the top, leaving me to kneel down between her spread legs. "Taste my lips first," Bianca purred, and I did so, letting her tongue slide into my mouth. We kissed deeply over Justine's wet and waiting pussy for a long moment, and then turned our tongues together to the redhead's sweet sex. I let Bianca show me how, and in moments we had Justine moaning and arching her back high above the bed. "Oh God, that's so fucking good…" she hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it, lick my cunt… love my cunt… make me come…" Of course, by now I was throbbing for release as well, and it was a great effort not to reach down and start stroking myself as I licked Justine's pussy and Bianca's tongue in turn. Bianca, fortunately, could see in my eyes that I was ready. "She likes it from behind," Bianca whispered. "Let me go under her so I can lick you both while you fuck her sweet cunt." With a little urging, Justine rolled over on top of her lesbian lover so that they assumed a hot sixty-nine position, and her legs opened over Bianca's kissing, sucking mouth. I stood up and put the head of my cock right up to Justine's wet lips, letting Bianca lick it from below as promised. "Fuck me like a whore," Justine begged. "Come on, fuck my cunt, I need it…" With an easy thrust I entered her and slid all the way inside, giving her my full length. Justine cried out in pleasure and rocked her hips against me, sliding me in and out while Bianca continued her oral ministrations. "Take it, bitch," I whispered. "Fuck yeah, give it to me," she answered back. "Make your hot bitch come." Suddenly, Bianca's tongue found a very sensitive spot right at the root of my thrusting cock, and with a fierce rush I shot my load into Justine's hot pussy. Her cries of pleasure were muffled as she buried her face between Bianca's legs, but I could feel her spasms and the tightening of her pussy around my shaft. When we were finally spent, I backed my cock out of her and let her roll to one side. Bianca was beside her instantly, kissing her deep with black lips and red tongue. I couldn't resist joining them, and for several long and delicious minutes indulged in the pleasure of three-way kissing. We spent the next hour or more pleasuring each other's bodies in all kinds of ways, sucking tits and rubbing naked flesh together. I watched the girls do each other with shameless abandon, crying out their pleasure as they made hot lesbian love. I climaxed one more time with them, into Bianca's mouth as she and Justine sucked my cock together, and the girls shared the cream in a hot kiss before lying down with me for a well-earned rest. * * * * * I left the girls sleeping in the red room, wanting to retire upstairs in my suite instead. The only way out was through the bar, and I ran into Samantha, the hostess. "Having fun?" she asked. "A very good time," I replied. "Good," she smiled. "I'm pleased to hear that my girls are treating you well. Tomorrow being your last full day here at the resort, do you have any special requests?" I shrugged. "I had rather hoped Monique would be available, but I'm told she's not," I said. "Is there anyone else who might please you? I don't mind telling you, all my girls who haven't had the pleasure of your company yet have been asking me what your availability is. You seem to have made quite an impression around here." I wasn't sure what to say to that. "Um… that's good to know." "Trina still pleases you, I take it?" "Very much, I'm looking forward to seeing her tomorrow." "I'll make sure she's in your room when you wake up. Have a good sleep." Dream Vacation Pt. 05 Dream Vacation Pt. 05 She smiled, and it was like the blooming of a rose. For just a moment I forgot that I was at an erotic resort, that I was her client and she was my hired escort; I even forgot that I had a real wife who at this moment thought I was at home in bed after a long day of classes. With a look and a smile, not to mention a beautifully elegant bridal gown, Trina had taken me right out of my head and into the fantasy she had made for me. "Darling," she whispered as she came close enough for me to count her eyelashes, "let's go upstairs, please… I've been waiting all my life for this moment, and I can't wait anymore…" She laid her hands on my chest and softly kissed me. At first I was still too stunned to respond, but as she pressed her lips against mine more firmly and slid her arms around my back, I responded with what came naturally. The haze across my mind parted enough that I remembered where I was, and I wanted to ask her where on Earth she had gotten the dress, and what was in store for the rest of the evening, but I didn't want to entirely break the spell she had created. One of the other girls (I think it was Kiko) unfastened the train from the gown so that Trina could walk more freely, and without another word we both made our way to the elevator. On the way up, we spoke no words. She just looked in my eyes with the kind of yearning that any man would give his right arm to see in his bride's eyes on his wedding night, and panted through slightly parted lips as if unable to contain her excitement. When we reached the top floor, I couldn't resist sweeping her up off the ground to carry her into our "honeymoon suite". "Darling, you're so romantic," she sighed, fluttering her eyelashes. "I'm such a lucky woman to have someone like you to love me!" The door was slightly open, and I pushed it with my foot to carry Trina in. We kissed with her in my arms before I laid her gently down on the bed, and she actually giggled with giddiness. "I knew I was right to save myself for marriage," she whispered softly. "You will be gentle with me, won't you? Even if I get so excited that I lose control of myself? I've… heard that can happen." "Have you really?" I asked her, picking up on her sudden drop in tone. Trina looked guilty. "Well… I have to admit, in a way, I'm not really a virgin." "What do you mean?" "See… I've never told you this before, but… back when I was in college, me and my girlfriends used to… practice on each other." "Practice?" Trina nodded. "We would kiss each other and learn how to do it, so we could do it to the boys someday. And sometimes we would try other things, because the kissing felt so good that sometimes we just had to touch each others' bodies. And just once… I was kissing my roommate, you know, the pretty blonde one, and I started to touch between my legs… and then she started to touch me there… and before I knew it, she was licking me between my legs, and it felt so good that I didn't want her to stop! And… and, I think I had my first orgasm, and I lost my head and didn't know what I was doing, and… oh, you'll think I'm some kind of slut!" "No, what happened?" I asked, definitely interested. "Well, she said I had to 'do' her in return, so I started licking her too, and we both got so excited, and… she put her fingers inside me. And I did it to her too! And we just kept going in and out of each other, using our fingers and our tongues, until we both had orgasms and even then I didn't want to stop, so we kept doing it until we were both too exhausted to move! Please, don't hate me, I just couldn't help myself, and I'm sure that you'll get me even more excited than she did and I wouldn't want you to think wrong of me." I swallowed with a dry throat. "No, really, it's all right." "Really?" Trina said hopefully. "So, it's okay that my girlfriends and I used to practice sex with each other? Because, to be really totally honest, it wasn't just once, it was lots of times. And it wasn't just me and my roommate, it was all of us." "It's fine, really –" "You would think we were just completely abandoned, darling. Sometimes I would spread my legs and the girls would lie between them just like we heard that a man would do, and we would rub our… well you know… and we would really be doing it just to practice but it felt so good that we wouldn't want to stop! I have to admit, even though I know you're going to make me feel even better than they did, I think I'm going to miss their touch. But we're married now, so it wouldn't be right for me to kiss other girls anymore, would it?" She looked at me with eyes that looked almost pleading. "Well… I don't think I would mind, actually." "Oh, you're just teasing me," Trina pouted. "You can't tell me that you actually want me to kiss and touch other girls. I mean, let's just say I did, what would happen if she wanted to touch you too? Then you would have two women making love to you, and that would just never work." "I wouldn't mind trying it sometime," I said. Trina smiled brightly. "Really? You are just the sweetest man! I'm so lucky to be married to a guy who would let me bring a girlfriend to our bed! It sounds almost too good to be true." "I agree," I nodded – and suddenly, I had a startling revelation. It was one of those enormous ideas that hits one all at once and pushes everything else straight out of the mind, including a seductive woman in a wedding gown. I didn't hear what Trina said next, until she touched me on the shoulder. "Hey, are you awake?" she asked with a smile. "Oh! Um, I'm sorry," I said, and returned her smile with all interest renewed. "What were you saying, my dear?" "I was asking you, how do I make love to a man?" Trina asked. "Will you teach me? Please?" This was going to be fun. "First of all, you have to let me touch you however and wherever I want to," I said. "That sounds nice. I like it so far!" "And, you have to use your tongue and your lips a lot, and kiss me where you think I'll like it. And when you have an orgasm, you need to moan loudly and tell me how it feels." "You're making this too easy on me," Trina scolded. "I know it's my first time, but there has to be more to it than that!" "Well, we can make it up as we go," I said, taking her and lying her backwards on the bed. "Oh, I can't wait… show me everything," Trina whispered as her lips reached for mine and her wet tongue slid into my mouth. We held each other in a lover's kiss, and her slim and delicate fingers reached between us to unbutton my collar and shirt. I found the zipper in the back of her gown and pulled it down, even as my other hand traveled up her leg, caressing white sheer silk. I reached the top and dared to go further, finding wet, naked lips at the end. "Ooh… my friend Betty said I should shave," Trina said. "She said it would make me more sensitive, and she let me feel how smooth she was. I thought it was so nice… I hope you like it." "It is nice," I replied. "Really? I'm so glad," Trina said. "Ooh, I like the way you're touching me… would you think it too forward of me if I touched you the same way? I think I can feel your manhood against me, it's so nice and hard. It's making me so excited!" "You can undress me, if you want to," I said, rolling over and lying back to let Trina take off my clothes. "Oh wow… can I really?" Trina sat up on her knees and reached over to unzip my fly, and then pulled my pants down and off of me. Then she finished unbuttoning my shirt and helped me sit up slightly to take it off me and throw it aside. Finally, she reached up to take my briefs down. "Go on," I encouraged her. "I will," she whispered. "It's just… I've never seen a man this way before." Finally, she closed her eyes and pulled the elastic waistband down, off my legs, and then opened her eyelids for a peek. Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh my God," gasped. "That looks so good! Oh, I think I'll do whatever you want if you'll just put that wonderful thing inside me! "I want to put it in your mouth first," I said, feeling bold. "You would let me do that?" she asked excitedly. "I thought I would have to beg you for it, and now you're just going to let me?" "Well, I'd kind of like to see you beg for it, if that's all right," I told her. Trina nodded, and got down on her knees, on the floor. I stood up so that she could look up at me, and she looked incredibly hot in her white wedding dress, her eyes wide and innocent, her lips wet with desire. "Please," she whispered, "please, let me kiss your beautiful, hard cock… I want to feel you thrusting in my mouth, between my lips, so that I can give you the pleasure I once gave to my girl-friends…" I leaned slightly forward and let the head of my rock-hard cock brush against her lips. She never broke eye contact with me, but began to softly slide her parted lips around my member, very lightly and gently so that I could only feel softness, and then the wet of her tongue. Her hands began to run her own tits through her dress, and as she began to suck me into her mouth she pushed her dress down until her breasts were exposed over the top. Soon she was swallowing half my length and rubbing naked tits in slow circles with both hands, all the while staring with longing into my eyes. "I want more," she whispered as she pulled away for a moment. I was about to pull her to her feet and put my cock into her right then and there, without even bothering to take off the dress, when I heard a loud clatter from the closet and a crash that made me jump. "Oh! Oh, mon dieu, oh non…" said a voice from behind the closed door. I raced across the room, not even bothering to grab something to wrap around my waist, and opened the closet door. I caught a glimpse of blonde hair before whoever it was pulled a sheet over herself to hide in a curled-up, trembling ball. "Who is it?" Trina asked in a slightly frightened whisper. I pulled the sheet away, and got my second major shock of the evening. It was Monique! Dressed in a classic French-Maid's costume, with white lace and black silk, barely containing her huge breasts and cut so high as to expose her legs all the way up to her panties. "It appears to be the maid," I said, smiling as I finally understood the entire game that Trina had set up for me. "Pardonnez-moi, Monsieur, Madame! Je suis terriblement désolée. Je nettoyais la chamber et je me suis étendue pour un moment et je me suis endormie. Quand je vous ai entendue arriver, je ne savais pas quoi faire, alors je me suis cachée dans la penderie – je ne voulais pas vous observer, vraiment ce n'était pas mon but!" I don't speak a word of French, but Trina seemed to understand. "She says she accidentally fell asleep and we startled her when we came in," she translated. "So she hid in the closet." "S'il-vous-plaît, ne dites rien à Madame Samantha – je ne veux pas avoir de problèmes. Je ferai nimporte quoi!" "She's afraid we'll tell on her," Trina said. "Sweetheart, I don't think we need to do that, do you?" "Of course not," I said, and offered Monique my hand. "Here, let me help you up." "M-merci," she stuttered, and let me pull her up to her feet. She looked down at me, and I realized that I was still completely unclothed, and that my hard-on had gone down a bit but was still standing almost straight out from me. She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth, and then looked back up at me with wide eyes. "Je suis désolée – Je…" She swooned, and I caught her. "Here, take her to the bed," Trina said. I pulled Monique over and laid her down, whereupon her eyelids fluttered and she put a hand to her forehead. "Shh, it's all right," Trina said to her. "There's no need to be so scared." Monique opened her eyes again, and again they went wide when she saw us both leaning over her. "Je suis vraiment désolée," she whispered. "Je ne sais pas ce qui m'a prise. Je devrais partir, Madame Samantha vas se demander où je suis." "Don't be ridiculous, you can't go now," Trina insisted. "Darling, open the champagne and let her have some, she needs something to calm her nerves." I hadn't noticed the champagne bucket before, but I saw it next to be bed and pulled the bottle from the ice. The cork came out with a loud -pop- and bubbled briefly over the top before I poured some into a tall flute and brought it over to Monique, who sat up with Trina's help. "Merci," she whispered, and sipped the champagne through sweet pink lips. She drank about half the glass, breathed deeply, and seemed to collect herself. "Vous êtes vraiment gentils et compréhensifs," she said. "Je suis tellement désolée de déranger votre intimité de cette façon. Je voulais partir, mais… je ne pouvais m'empêcher de vous regarder. C'est très mal de ma part. Encore une fois, pardonnez-moi…" "She says she couldn't help watching us," Trina said. Then she looked at Monique. "Wait, you were watching us?" "S'il-vous-plaît, ne soyez pas fâché. Je ne pouvais pas m'en empêcher!" Monique said fearfully. "Dear, I'm not angry, really. It's just… this is my first time with a man, and I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. Was I okay?" Monique looked surprised. "C'est votre première fois? Comment est-ce possible qu'une aussi belle femme n'ait jamais connu un homme?" "Oh, I'm not so special," Trina blushed. To me, she said, "She wonders how such a beautiful woman can still be a virgin." "Vous êtes vraiment belle!" Monique insisted. "Si j'étais un homme, je vous trouverais irresistible. Je m'imaginais meme vous embrassant pendant que je vous observais." Trina looked suddenly interested. "Really?" she said. "What, what did she say?" I asked. "One moment, darling… What is your name, dear?" "Monique." "You say that you imagined kissing me… have you ever kissed a woman before?" "No, Madame - jamais." "Darling," Trina said to me, "would you mind if Monique kissed me? I just want her to know that everything is all right, and I think it would help." "I don't mind," I said. "Oh Madame, je ne pourrais pas… vous avez déjà été assez bonne pour moi!" "Please, Monique, I don't want there to be any hard feelings," Trina insisted. "And besides, maybe you can help me." "Je ferais nimporte quoi, Madame." "Have you been with a man before, Monique?" "Oui, Madame." "You know how to please a man, as a lover?" "Oui, Madame." "Then you can show me how to please my man… and I will show you how to love a woman…" "Oh Madame…je ne sais comment vous remercier…" Monique purred, and closed her eyes as Trina moved in for the kiss. Their lips came together, red on pink, and Monique gasped and then softly moaned, her tense body relaxing as Trina's tongue slipped into her mouth. My cock grew erect once more as the girls hotly kissed before my eyes. "There, now," Trina whispered as she pulled away. "Was that as nice as you imagined?" "C'était merveilleux, Madame," Monique breathed, her eyelids heavy and her lips panting. "I can show you more, but you have to help me too," Trina said. "Tout ce que vous voulez, Madame….nimporte quoi!" "Show me how to give my man pleasure," Trina commanded. "Then I will show you more of what women can do to each other." Monique turned to face me, the look of fear in her eyes replaced with lust. Still seated on the bed, she slipped her hands into the top of her blouse and slid her breasts out into the open, licking her fingers and rubbing the nipples to harden them. Then, she ran her slim, soft fingertips up my legs and around to the front to very gently stroke my erect member, before leaning forward and swallowing my cock deep into her mouth. "Oh wow," Trina whispered. "She's taking you so deep… I hope she can teach me to do that." Monique sucked and licked on me more and more until my cock was dripping wet with her saliva, and then slid me out and caught my shaft between her breasts. "Surveillez ce que je fais maintenant, Madame," she whispered aside to Trina, and began to slide me up and down between her big, firm tits. "That's amazing," Trina said. "I never would have thought of that! Do you like that, darling?" "I love it," I managed to say. "Venez, laissez-le fourrer vos jolis seins," Monique said to Trina, moving aside and letting my lovely Bride take her place. Trina lifted her breasts clear of the unzipped dress and began to slide me up and down in her cleavage, as Monique had. "I'm not sure he's wet enough," Trina said. "Alors, laissez-moi lecher vos seins et sa queue," Monique begged. I needed no translation as she matched her actions to her words, pushing her face between us to lick a wet tongue inside Trina's cleavage, and then again on my rod, until we were both lubricated with her saliva. Trina pushed her body back against me to let me fuck her tits some more while she tongue-kissed Monique. "Show me how to take him inside of me," Trina said between kisses. "Aimerais t'il que vous gardiez votre robe?" Monique asked. "She wants to know if I should take my dress off," Trina said to me. "Leave it on," I said, enjoying the bridal fantasy even though no honeymoon was ever like this. "Alors, il doit s'allonger," Monique said, indicating the bed. I followed her gesture and lay down on my back, and Monique showed Trina how to straddle me and lower herself down onto my cock. Her pussy lips touched me, but she couldn't seem to get into a position to let me inside her. "I can't see what I'm doing," Trina complained. "Je vais vous aider," Monique offered. She lifted Trina's dress in the front and dove underneath, her hand finding and guiding my cock to Trina's sweet sex. I felt my head touch her opening, and then with Monique's guidance, Trina slid down over me and took my cock deep inside of her. "Oh my God!" Trina moaned. "Oh, it's even better than I imagined… it feels so wonderful!" "Roulez de la croupe, devant-derrière, Madame…" Monique said as she slid back out from under Trina's dress. "Faites-le glisser à l'intérieur et à l'extérieur de vous. Laissez-le vous prendre, Madame." "Like this?" Trina asked, and began to rock her hips slowly back and forth, moving my shaft in and out of her deep, wet pussy. "Oui, Madame…plus fort!" "Mmm, that feels so good! Oh Monique, I'm so glad you're here, you've been so good to us, please kiss me while I fuck my man for the first time!" Monique eagerly plunged her tongue between Trina's lips, and the women kissed and felt each other's naked breasts as Trina fucked me harder and deeper. I loved the sight of the pretty bride and the slutty French Maid making out together, the fantasy they had made real for me, and the moans of the two women as they became more and more excited. The pressure on my cock rose to an exquisite peak and I exploded inside my lover's cunt, shooting my cream into her as I climaxed, and I felt Trina's pussy tighten around me as she did the same. "Vous l'avez fait jouir pour vous, Madame," Monique whispered. "Vous lui avez donner beaucoup de plaisir." Dream Vacation Pt. 05 "I felt it too," Trina whispered. "None of my girlfriends ever made me feel like that. Oh, darling, I want you to do that to me every night, every day… Monique, please show me how I can make it good for him, please let him inside you, tell him he can fuck you now!" "Vous pouvez me baiser aussi vigoureusement que vous voulez," Monique said to me, and there was no mistaking her meaning; the hungry look in her eyes said it all. Trina reached down and pulled her dress up over her head, revealing a white corset that really covered nothing at all but her waist. Her veil stayed on, a reminder of her role in our game. Monique removed her outfit similarly, leaving on only a black corset that matched Trina's and her little maid's hat. Both women had smooth-shaved pussies and fishnet stockings, though Monique's were black and Trina's were white. They made a beautiful, enticing pair. "Can I watch my man with you now?" Trina asked Monique. "I'd really like to see how you do it, so I can please him better." "Madame, j'aimerais vraiment sentir votre mari en moi, mais avant nous devons l'allumer. Il vient just de jouir avec vous et nous devons lui redonner des forces. Nous irons lentement et le rendre prêt pour plus tard…" "I'm sorry, what?" I asked. "She says we need to make you ready first," Trina said. "How do we do that?" "Plusieurs hommes aiment voir deux femmes faire l'amour, Madame," Monique suggested. "Peut-être pouvons-nous commencer ainsi?" "You mean, just the two of us?" Trina said. She turned to me with a questioning look. "Monique says that watching her and me together would turn you on. Is that really true?" "Absolutely," I said. Trina smiled. "That's great! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love to feel your body and all, but it's great that I can please you just by letting you watch me with another woman. And you know, a lot of my girlfriends have said that they'd love to try it with someone else watching, but they never knew a man they could trust to keep it a secret. They could trust you, couldn't they? You would never tell?" "Of course not," I nodded. "Assez de bavardage," Monique said. "Embrassez-moi, Madame…" "You're right," Trina agreed as she turned to Monique with lips wet and parted. "Enough talk." The women kissed softly, then deep and passionately with tongues sliding together in their open mouths. Their hands slid over each others' bodies, Trina concentrating on her lover's large and beautiful tits while Monique gave her attention to Trina's silky smooth legs. I moved out of the way a bit to give them more room, and to give myself a better view. Monique rolled on top and let her tits float above Trina's face. Trina pulled each nipple into her mouth in turn, making them wet and hard, and then let her tongue trace circles around the buds and over Monique's milky-white mounds. Monique began to moan with pleasure, and her eyes grew heavy and glazed with lust. "Put your tits against mine," Trina whispered. "Feel what a woman's body is like." Monique slid down slightly and put nipples to nipples as they kissed again, rubbing their bodies together. Trina spread her legs wide and wrapped them around her pretty lover, pulling them closer, as if she wanted Monique to penetrate her. I moved to see that their pussies were touching, rubbing together, wet with their own secretions and the cream I had given Trina a moment before. "Lick me," Trina whispered. "Lick my sex, lover…" "Je….je ne sais pas..." Monique breathed. "Do it the way you like it done to you," Trina said with a smile. "That's all you need to know when you make love to a woman." Monique kissed Trina one more time and then sat up and away from her lover's body, rubbing her breasts with one hand and her clit with the other. Trina slid out from under Monique and sat up at the head of the bed, propped up by pillows, spreading her legs wide and inviting Monique in with outstretched arms. "You're so lucky, Monique," Trina said, displaying her dripping wet pussy to the pretty maid. "You get to taste me and my man together!" As if worshipping at an altar, Monique knelt down on all fours between Trina's legs and lowered her face to her wet, waiting sex. She hesitated just a moment to look into Trina's eyes, as if asking permission to continue, and then took a long, firm lick up one side and then the other of Trina's pussy lips, cleaning away a dribble of mingled love honey. "Is it good?" Trina asked. "Oh c'est merveilleux," Monique answered in a whisper hoarse with lust. "Vous goûter comme du bonbon, Madame…" "Lick me deeper, Monique," Trina commanded, and Monique obeyed by running her tongue between Trina's lips and up to her swollen clit. She pursed her lips around the little bud and sucked gently, moving her head slightly back and forth to stimulate her lover further. The smile on Trina's face faded to the look of lust as she surrendered to the intense rush that Monique inspired. As she licked my bride, Monique reached back and rubbed her own pussy with one hand, opening the lips with her fingertips and stroking her own clit. I knew an invitation when I saw one, and came up behind Monique with my cock ready for action. When she felt me behind her, she looked up at Trina. "Votre homme va me prendre par derrière," she whispered. "Vous pouvez regarder pendant que je vous donne du plaisir." Trina looked up at me. "Go on," she said. "I want you to." My cock pushed into Monique's tender pussy, making her moan hotly with lips muffled against Trina's sex. Trina moaned along with her, and for a moment I had the fleeting impression that I was fucking both women together. The idea gave me a rush of excitement and desire like nothing I'd ever felt before! For just a moment I went completely out of my head, and gripped Monique's firm thighs with both hands to pull my surging cock deep into her, harder than I'd ever dared to thrust into a woman before. "OHH! Oh, la la…" Monique squealed. "Baisez-moi profondément!" I came to my senses when she cried out, and worried that I might have accidentally hurt her, but her subsequent purr of pleasure reassured me. She reached up Trina's body and pulled the brunette woman down to slide beneath her, until they were lying tit-to-tit and tongue-to-tongue. It was an incredibly hot position to see them in, and again I could imagine myself pleasuring both women at the same time. I leaned over Monique's back and felt for their tits, at the same time getting a closer look at their kissing mouths and tongues. Monique arched her back and craned her neck around far enough so that I could have a taste of her lips, and as I kissed her I could see the look of hot lust in Trina's eyes. I wondered how it felt for her to lie under Monique's body as she was fucked good and hard. "Je vais jouir," Monique whispered. "Vous…allez…me…faire…jouir!" I felt Monique's pussy tighten around me, and a new wetness inside her as she climaxed. I wanted to come with her, but as excited as I was I wasn't quite there yet, so I thrust into her in time with her convulsions to try and make it as good as I could for her. Her moans were held in check by Trina's lips on hers, even as I sensed her going into a second and more intense orgasm. I knew that they had to be real – no woman could fake pleasure like that – and the idea that I was doing this to a seasoned pro pleased me no end. Finally spent, Monique rested on Trina's body, and I withdrew from her slowly, still hard and ready for more. Fortunately, I still had my bride, and Trina was always good for another round. Monique rolled off of Trina to one side, and the girls sat up together, arms around each other in the back and the other hands idly touching and stroking their thighs and breasts. "Do you want to do it one more time, love?" Trina asked me. "I'd really like to feel you in me again, especially after watching what you did to her. God, it's so exciting watching you with another woman! I can see now why you like seeing me with her." "Mmm, et j'adore être votre autre partenaire, Madame…" Monique purred, kissing Trina's neck tenderly. I couldn't understand her words, but the idea that she had also enjoyed it came across clearly enough. "I'm not going to last much longer," I warned Trina. "The two of you have me so hot, I think I'll explode as soon as I'm inside you." Trina shivered. "I can't wait to feel it," she said lustily. "But I want Monique to help me." "Comment, Madame?" Monique inquired. "Here, darling, sit back against these pillows, just like that. Now I'm going to lie back between your legs so you can hold me from behind." "Comme ça?" "Exactly," Trina smiled. She settled in and lay back against Monique, letting her head rest between the blonde maid's huge breasts, and pulling Monique's hands down to rub her own. Then she spread her legs wide and opened her labia with both hands. "Right here, lover," she growled to me. I crawled up onto the bed and between Trina's legs, kissing her and then Monique, feeling four soft hands inviting me closer. My cock found Trina's sweet pussy right away, and with one smooth push I slid all the way inside her. Trina gasped and moaned, wrapping her legs around me to try and pull me closer and deeper. "Viens pour elle," Monique whispered. "Elle te veux!" "Yes… come for me…" Trina panted. It took only a few thrusts to make me climax, and once again I filled Trina with my cream. She muffled her squeals and moans against my chest, while I leaned up and sucked on Monique's tongue, and for a long moment we held the embrace, three lovers in heat, finishing a night to remember. I rolled off of Trina when I finished, suddenly exhausted. Monique insisted upon cleaning us both up, using a warm and wet silk cloth, and then we filled three champagne flutes to the brim and toasted a hot sexual fantasy well-played. Then, to my dismay, she started getting dressed. "Can't you stay?" I asked her. "I mean, I never even got to come inside you, and we'll have time tomorrow morning. "Je suis désolée – I mean, I'm sorry, but I just can't," Monique said, her English words sounding odd now that I'd grown accustomed to her French. "Tomorrow's my day off, and Samantha has strict rules about how we spend it; I need to be off the resort by two AM." "Usually we don't stick around for an evening before a day off, but I knew you would make it worth her while," Trina said, having also dropped her persona. "And you did," Monique said with a smile. "That was the best orgasm I've had for a long time. I'm so glad we got to do this; I was worried you were going to leave without having fucked me even once. Merci, mon cher." I gave her a grateful kiss and a last feel of her naked breasts before she covered them once again, and made a mental note to increase her tip for the night by $100. Maybe I'd given as much pleasure as I'd received, but considering the fantasy she'd helped make real for me, she'd earned it. A final kiss from Monique to both of us, and Trina and I were left alone. "Thank you," I said to her as I drifted off to sleep. "It was my pleasure," she replied. Dream Vacation Pt. 06 Dream Vacation Pt. 06 "Well hey there, Stallion," said a voice from behind me. I turned, and saw tits. Huge tits. Covering them (inadequately) was a black leather jacket, and behind the tits was the familiar face of Desiree, smirking at me and twirling the stem of the red rose in her blonde curls. "I'll be damned," I said. "Fancy meeting you here." "Mm-hm," she nodded. "Here for a short stay?" "Just a couple of hours." "Sounds like long enough to take care of some unfinished business," she suggested. "Care to find out what I can do to you when there aren't any rules to get in the way?" "No rules, hm?" I said. "So I can fuck you like a whore if I want to?" Desiree growled softly. "Baby, if you want me to, I will be your fucking whore!" * * * * * She led me to a hallway inside the main building, opened a door into a neon-lit room, and gestured me inside. I had to chuckle a bit when I saw what the room was; it was decorated to resemble a cheap urban hotel room, with a flashing sign outside the window, a tarnished brass bed on threadbare carpeting, and a large mirror on one wall. Desiree had obviously taken my request to fuck her "like a whore" quite literally. She walked past me and turned to face me, striking a bit of a pose in her tall black boots, hot red panties, and black jacket. "You ready to play, honey?" she asked, her lip curling just a bit in a way that somehow made her look even hotter. "Born ready," I said. Desiree unzipped her jacket, allowing her massive breasts to bounce out. "Sit down and whip it out," she commanded, "and we'll just pick up right where we left off!" I pulled off my swimsuit and let my shirt drop on the floor, sitting naked on the bed. Desiree knelt down in front of me, holding her jacket back behind her with both hands and jutting her fantastic tits out in front. Without any further preliminary, she leaned forward and let my hard cock slip between her massive globes, and then started sliding them up and down, staring up at me and licking her red lips as she fucked me with her tits. "You like that?" she whispered. "You know I do," I replied. "Mmm, I've been thinking about this since that night in the club," she said as she lifted her big tits up and down, up and down, squeezing them tightly around me. "We couldn't finish it there, but this time I'll give you all the pleasure you can take." She dipped her head down for a moment to kiss the swollen head of my cock and run her tongue around it, then looked back up and leaned harder into me with a moan, as if the feel of my cock between her tits was making her too horny to stand it. "Come up here and get on top of me, slut," I commanded, enjoying the game and the sensation of her breasts against me. I knew from past experience that they were fake, but the sheer size was still exciting and I wanted to feel them and lick them from below. Desiree crawled slowly up my body, rubbing her nipples against me as she went and spreading her legs wide so that her satin panties brushed against my erect member. She straddled me and sat up to remove her jacket, arching her back to present her enormous breasts to their full advantage. I reached up to hold them in my hands, my palms barely covering the nipples. It was fantastic to feel and caress such huge tits! She touched them with her own hands as well, following mine around and below and between her luscious mounds, moaning with the pleasure it gave her. When she lay back down on top of me, I pulled her in closer to press her giant bosom firmly into my chest, and took her tongue into my mouth. I had been so fixated on her tits that I had forgotten how full and soft her lips were, and she kissed with the same enthusiasm that she seemed to bring to everything else she did. I felt her legs come together on top of me as she slid her panties off, and when she spread them again her pussy lips stroked against my cock. The need to penetrate this hot woman overwhelmed me, and she barely had time to get into position before I thrust forward and entered her hot, wet cunt. "Oooh, fuck me hard!" she moaned, pushing down with her hips to take me deeper inside her. "I'm your whore, fuck me however you want and come in my pussy!" An image from a porn movie I'd seen before drifted into my mind, an unusual position that I knew would be perfect for Desiree. I pulled out of her, and she looked suddenly disappointed, but curious at the same time. "I want to try something," I said. "Anything at all, lover, so long as you fuck me!" A moment later, I sat at the foot of the bed facing the mirror, and Desiree sat on my lap facing the same way. My cock was back inside her sweet pussy, doing her as I would from behind, except we were sitting up and she was pumping up and down on my rod. The mirror provided an exciting show of her tits bouncing up and down to the rhythm of our fucking, and I could reach around and feel them up as well, moistening my fingertips in her mouth to rub her nipples hard. It took me less than three minutes to climax. When I finally came in her, she moaned out loud and squeezed my hands against her tits, leaned her head back to kiss me, and gave every sign of climaxing right along with me. I was past the point of caring whether it was real; I just indulged in the fantasy, and fucked my hot whore deep as I pumped my cream inside her. I thought we were finished, naturally, but Desiree had other ideas. She stood up, lifting herself off my cock, and lay back down on the bed with her nipples pinched between her fingers, pulling them in slow circles that opened and closed her deep cleavage. "I'm ready for more if you are," she purred. "Put that thick cock back in between my tits and fuck them good, lover!" "I'm not sure I can do it again so soon," I cautioned. "You can fuck my tits until you go soft or you come on my lips," she insisted. "Come on, you ain't never gonna get a shot at jugs like these again!" I couldn't argue with logic like that. I crawled up onto her body, aimed my slightly aching but still hard cock into her cleavage, and thrust between her mounds. The love honey that coated my cock made me slip inside easily and smoothly, and she was able to squeeze her tits tightly around my rod without impeding me at all. "Come on, baby, give it all you've got!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "I love it when you fuck my tits, it makes me feel like such a slut and I love being your slut! You know you want to come on me, I want it too, give it to me!" I did want to, and to my surprise I felt the build-up to orgasm once again as I continued to roughly plunge my cock into her cleavage. Desiree threw her head back and moaned, punctuated by each thrust, until she was crying out with sheer ecstasy and my come spurted out from between her tits and onto her chest. She immediately rubbed it all over herself, over her big tits and her nipples, savoring the feel and even licking her fingers as if she craved the taste of me. I felt exhausted. I rolled onto my back next to her, breathing hard. She didn't stay next to me for long, rolling her body back on top of me and pressing her tits (which were slick and wet by now) into my bare chest. For a scary moment I thought she might expect me to go yet another round, but her kisses were gentle and her whispered voice was soothing. "Thank you for fucking me so good," she breathed between kisses. "Yes, lover, you fucked me very, very good…" * * * * * Desiree and I showered together after we were ready to move again, and cleaned all the goo off each other. It was strange; I didn't have a come fetish, but it had definitely excited me when I had fucked her tits with our own natural lube and then spurted more on her. I actually asked Desiree what she thought of that as we dried each other off. "Well, I can't see into your head, of course," Desiree said, "but from what I've been able to tell about you, what turns you on most is a woman who's really excited about sex. Am I right?" "Couldn't have put it better myself." "Well, there you go. It's not so much that you're coming on your woman, it's that she's so excited that she doesn't mind you doing it. Like how I wanted you to fuck my tits so bad, I couldn't wait long enough to get cleaned up; I just insisted you do it right then. And then when you shoot your load on me and I love it, it just reinforces how intensely I want you. Does that make sense?" "I think it does." "Then that's one mystery less. Damn, I wish I could go with you on the boat! I'd like to do you with your woman again. Still Trina?" "Still Trina." "Good choice. She's exactly what you need, very willing and a great kisser. Here, give her this for me." Desiree drew me in and put her tongue in my mouth, shoving her massive tits up to me hard enough to push me back into the wall. My cock actually tried to rise again, but it had (for the time being) reached its limit. "Hard again?" Desiree asked as she felt my manhood brush against her. "It seems like I always am this week," I replied. "Lots of stimulation, of course." "Good," she smiled. "Actually, I'm rather puzzled," I mused. "I mean, sure, I'm a horny guy, but… is there Viagra in the food, or something?" "That's not exactly a flattering thing to say to a girl," she teased. "I didn't mean that, you're an incredibly gorgeous woman --" She laughed. "I know. Don't worry, I'm not that insecure. But seriously, we're not adding anything to the food or anything else. A guy gets horny in a place like this, that's all." "Yeah, but I've been coming about three or four times a day for a week, and I'm always ready for more when the situation presents itself. That just isn't normal! Where am I getting all this stamina?" "I wouldn't worry about it," Desiree said. "Look, you've got dozens of fiery hot women making your fantasies come true left and right; what do you expect? Don't analyze everything to death, just fuck and enjoy. Here, take a look at me, right here. What do you see?" "Big tits," I replied instantly. She was, after all, holding them up and thrusting them in my direction. "You don't see my liberal arts degree? Or my appreciation for red wine? Or my collection of classic rock albums?" "Well, I'm sure you're a very well-rounded woman… let me rephrase that!" She laughed at that. "No, you see, that's my point. You're focusing on what's important here. Of course, it's not always paramount to the discussion that you focus on a woman's jugs -- in fact, it's an all-too-rare situation. In this case, the Big Tits are definitely the number-one priority. So, right now, you're on an erotic vacation. Your goal, I'm sure, is to enjoy it. When you start over-analyzing it, you miss the point completely. Next time you get the urge to think too much, just remember the Big Tits, all right?" "Good advice," I agreed. "Thanks, Desiree. And, speaking of your sweet bosoms, let me just say that this has been the best titfuck I've ever had." She smiled, and kissed me one more time. "When you remember me," she said, "I want you to picture me lying beneath you, moaning like a bitch in heat while you ram your hard cock between my titties. Remember me just like that, lover. Remember the Big Tits!" She left me alone in the room to get dressed. The first thing I did when I re-emerged was to find a staff member at the Copacabana and ensure that Desiree received an extra bonus for her fine performance, and for the good advice that I was sure to remember. After all, if there's one thing a guy never forgets, it's a pair of big tits. * * * * * My session with Desiree had been short and intense; I still had about an hour to spend at the Copacabana before heading back to the ship. By this time, I knew Julie would be ashore, and I was looking forward to meeting her. They had an outdoor bar, and I ordered a Coke; I didn't feel like getting drunk, nor did I particularly want the usually soothing Peppermint Schnapps. For a moment I leaned back against the bar and just took in the scenery: the ocean stretching out past a golden beach, the palms waving in the breeze, the naked breasts bouncing in the sun. In spite of Desiree's advice, I fell again into thought. I definitely had a greater sense of calm about my situation, and I thought I knew why but I wasn't quite sure. I no longer felt the guilt or shame of cheating on my wife; in fact, despite the fact that I had just fucked the bejeezus out of a hot whore with jugs like watermelons, I didn't actually feel like I was cheating anymore. I wasn't sure I felt any way about it. I wasn't sure why that was, but I thought that it might have something to do with the way my situation kept becoming more and more fantasylike, and less like the life I'd left behind. In addition, there was the fact (as Desiree had pointed out) that I was under almost constant sexual stimulation. Surely that was something that had to mess with one's brain chemistry after a while? All those endorphins, hormones, and orgasms had to be having some side effect. Big tits, I thought as I realized I was getting dangerously close to over-analyzing. BIG tits, big HUGE fucking tits. I took another sip of my Coke and (big tits) felt better. "Excuse me, Señor Xavier?" said a voice next to me. I turned, and saw one of the staff at the resort -- not an escort, but a regular staff member. She was a young woman who was actually quite attractive and could easily have been one of the escorts if she so chose. "Yes, that's me," I said. "Pardon for interrupting you, Señor. Our manager, Mr. Royce, begs a moment of your time to discuss how we may better serve you. Would you be so kind as to accompany me?" I shrugged. "Can't think of too many ways I could be better served, but lead the way." She showed me back to the main building and into a small office, where the bronze-skinned man who had met me on the shore was talking to an image of Samantha on his computer. "He's quite satisfied with the arrangements made, Sam," he was saying. "Ah, Mr. Xavier is here now. May I put you on speaker?" Samantha nodded on the screen, and Mr. Royce hit a button and turned to me. "Mr. Xavier," he said, "it seems that Mr. Takumora has elected not to continue the cruise but instead will be staying here at the Copacabana with us. This means that the VIP cabin is now available, and we were wondering if you would care to upgrade at a discounted price." "How discounted?" I asked. "The normal rate is an additional $3000 for three nights. We would be willing to let you stay in the first-class stateroom, with all the extra services that VIP treatment provides, for half that amount." I considered the idea. "It's tempting," I said. "Can you remind me what some of the amenities are?" "Well, first there's the room itself. A private deck, bar, and hot tub; an extra-long King-size bed; complimentary champagne for you and your companions. The Turkish bathrobe in your stateroom will be yours to keep as our gift. Finally, we offer to cover an extra tip for your companions, for which they invariably show you their appreciation." I nodded. "Tell me, if I may, how many other guests will be continuing the cruise?" "Two, both from this resort. You are being given the first option on the VIP cabin because you enjoyed VIP status onshore." I did a quick mental figuring of my remaining bankroll, and decided to give it a try -- but I also wanted something else. "Mr. Takumora chose one of the escorts on board ship as his second, a woman named Julie," I said. "I imagine you're not permitted to tell me why he's not continuing the trip, but I did see him and I can guess that it's because the ocean just didn't agree with him. It stands to reason that Julie would therefore be available?" "For tonight, yes, but there is every chance that Mr. Takumora will request her for tomorrow." "But I wish to request her for tomorrow. So, let me make you a counter-proposal, if I may. I would like the VIP cabin, but only if Julie comes back aboard and I am guaranteed a day with her as my second companion. Of course, I would feel obligated to double her usual tip, for her inconvenience. Would that be possible?" Samantha's voice came from the phone. "We'll have to look into that, Mr. Xavier. We do try to fulfill the requests of all our guests, but the unfortunate fact is that Julie is still Mr. Takumora's companion, for the time being." "I understand," I said. "If she is not available, then I will simply stay in the cabin I have and finish the cruise that way. Incidentally, it's been a wonderful trip so far and I do appreciate your hospitality." "Thank you, Mr. Xavier," said Mr. Royce. "We'll do our best to meet your needs." * * * * * I returned to the ship immediately afterward, even though I still could have had another hour on land. I figured that they might try to offer me another deal, and I didn't particularly want them to. I wanted Julie, and this struck me as leverage to get her; surely they would rather fill the VIP cabin than not, and for that matter Julie herself would probably rather be with a customer capable of giving extra tips than one who was too ill to move. Of course, it was entirely possible one of the other guests might get the cabin and it would all be for nothing, but I was willing to take the chance. I rejoined Trina on the main deck, and explained to her what had happened. She was overjoyed at the prospect of staying in the VIP suite, and (as I expected) tried to talk me into making the deal with or without Julie. "You'll love the VIP room, really," Trina said. "It's worth the money. And I love doing it in a hot tub! And the private deck is so wonderful, you can lie out there under the stars and no one can see you or what you're doing…" "We'll see what happens," I insisted. "It all depends on whether Julie can come along." "She's great, but there are other pretty women here too," Trina said. "Nikita's really hot, for one." I was getting the feeling that Trina really regretted having sold me on Julie, and I didn't want her to feel like it was a mistake. "Trina, please don't be upset. I know it seems that I'm fixating on Julie, but… well, from the brief glimpse I got, I just knew I had to have her. I felt the same thing when I saw you. All the girls here are beautiful, but there's something about you, and about her, that just pulls at me. You know that I've been very generous with all my companions on this trip; don't think for a moment that I would forget the woman who's done the most for me." "That's sweet of you," Trina said. "Of course, it's your decision. I'm here for you." She put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, the way I liked it, with her tongue twirling in my mouth and her breasts pressed against my body. * * * * * Half an hour later, Trina and I joined Kiko and Akimi on the main deck. The ship was still anchored in the bay, and dinghy had just left to bring the second of two more guests back to the ship (I had heard that they were a couple of friends, both about to be married, who were sowing their wild oats). There was still no word on Julie, but I had been told that both the other guests had turned down the VIP cabin, and so I had decided to take it anyway even if Julie didn't show. I told Trina as much, but asked her to keep it quiet. She was delighted and assured me I wouldn't regret it. At my request, my women had changed clothes. Trina now wore a red bikini, gold spike heels, and a sheer wrap, while Akimi and Kiko wore the same bikinis in white with silver shoes. We had chosen a couple of deck chairs that were, for the moment, in the shade. "Of course, we don't want to get sunburned," Trina pointed out, and so naturally it was important for all of us to lotion up. We split into pairs, and I took care of Kiko while Trina rubbed up Akimi. It was fun sitting side by side with Trina, stroking and touching the near-twin girls, who showed every sign of really enjoying their lotion massage. Kiko sat between my legs at the edge of the chair, and Akimi sat the same way with Trina. Then, once we had done their backs, they turned around and faced each of us, straddling our legs. Dream Vacation Pt. 06 "I don't know what's better," I said as I coated Kiko's thighs with cream, "rubbing you myself, or watching Trina doing Akimi." "I know what you mean," Kiko said with a smile. "I like watching them too... I hope you'll let us both make love to her tonight." "Mmm… That would be nice," Trina agreed as she applied lotion to Akimi's breasts for what must have been the fourth time. "And my poor man must be in need of some rest by now. Maybe a little show would be preferable to participating? Not that I don't love to feel your cock inside me, lover." I smiled, picturing the two pretty Asian girls kissing and sucking Trina's tits together. "Sounds like a great idea," I said. "I probably should have a restful night, especially since I've only got two days left and I don't want to get exhausted before the end." Kiko turned to Akimi and drew her into a kiss, stirring my own needs once again. I found myself wanting to pull down my swimsuit and give Kiko's pretty pussy every inch of my manhood, fucking her while she kissed and loved her girlfriend, who could in turn be pleasured by Trina. No matter how much satisfaction I got, it seemed I wanted more, and I was ready for it. I actually felt like there was no need to "take it easy", and knew somehow that I would be ready for the next two days no matter how much hard action I got. "I think Kiko and I are all set for some sun," Akimi said. "Let's get you two lathered up." The lotion bottle changed hands, but the girls stayed on our laps as they squeezed out the thick white cream and began to apply it to our bodies. Trina closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage, sighing softly to show her pleasure at Akimi's touch. I followed suit and closed my eyes as well… * * * * * A wet touch on my lips. Soft hands caressing my chest. I opened my mouth slightly and felt a sweet, questing tongue slip inside. "Lover…" whispered a voice in my ear. I awoke, and saw Trina's lovely face before me. She sat on the floor next to my chair, stroking my hair and gently kissing my lips. She smiled as I awoke. "Oh," I said, quickly regaining my sense of surroundings. "Er… how long was I out?" "Only about an hour," Trina said. "Enough time for your women to thoroughly rub you all over. But do you need some more rest?" "No, actually, I'm fine," I said, sitting up slightly. "I've been drifting off to sleep at odd times like that lately. But I guess I must have needed it; I'm feeling really refreshed. We must be underway by now?" "Uh-huh," Trina smiled. "So, where are the other girls?" "Getting your new cabin ready," Trina said matter-of-factly. She nodded her head to one side, and I followed the gesture with my eyes. There, about twenty feet away at the bar, stood a tall redhead dressed in a vibrant green bikini and heels. She saw that I was awake and came over, crossing one leg over the other as she walked. She looked too good to be honestly believed; six feet tall, long and toned legs, curvy waist, large and natural breasts. She was so gorgeous, it was hard to know where to look first. Her hair caught the eye right from moment one, especially in the brilliant Caribbean sun. But her breasts were so perfect, so large and full and classically shaped, they inevitably stole one's attention away. Then she came close and the emerald green of her eyes shone through, and in those eyes was a smile and a mischievous playfulness. Her lips smiled too, and she had painted them a bright red with a touch of copper to set off her hair, and then her red wavy locks demanded attention once again. By now she was close enough that I could truly appreciate the graceful length of her legs and her exquisite curves. Julie was, in a phrase, very nearly the physical ideal of woman. "Hi, Xavier," she said, her voice cheerful and friendly, to match the sparkle in her eyes. My throat felt dry, but I managed to speak. "A pleasure to meet you, Julie," I replied. I took her hand and brought it to my lips, never looking away from those hypnotic eyes. She sat on the edge of the deck chair next to mine and leaned a little closer to me. "When I heard about how much you wanted me on board, I was naturally flattered," she said. "I'm so glad I was able to come for you." I caught the double entendre, and I liked it. I tried to think of what to say next and came up blank. There was something about this woman that made my mind empty and my blood run backwards; I couldn't think! "Xavier? Are you all right?" Trina asked. "I think he's feeling a little shy," Julia grinned. "Julie, you are simply an impossibly beautiful woman," I said, the words tumbling out of me without thought. "Throughout this entire week I've had more sex that I would have thought survivable. I've made love to women the likes of which I've seen only on magazine covers, and fulfilled more fantasies than I ever dreamed possible. I've had the time of my life, discovered new confidence and stamina, and felt at least two dozen pairs of naked tits. On one occasion I had the intimate attentions of no less than four women simultaneously, each one of them lovely enough to be a lingerie model. All that having been done and said, your presence is making me stare like a schoolboy, babble like an idiot, and potentially drool like a lobotomy subject, and when I get home I swear I'm breaking ground on the new Church of Julie." There was a three-second silence. Then Julie and Trina both busted up laughing. I felt like a moron, but there was no malice in the way they laughed, and I even managed to chuckle along with them for a moment. At last we all calmed down, and Julie took my face in both her hands. "Xavier, you are a sweet and adorable man," she said. "I've been propositioned hundred of times, if not thousands, and I thought I'd heard it all. But that was absolutely the most memorable come-on I've ever heard in my life." She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, and my heart jumped through my chest. After only a brief moment she pulled away, without having slipped me the tongue or touched me anywhere but my face, and somehow that made the kiss seem all the more genuine. I got the idea that she had been honestly flattered and touched by my inane remarks. "Seriously, though," Julie said, "There's really no need to put me on such a pedestal. I'm just a woman, you know. I've got no problem acknowledging that I'm a damn fine woman, but don't think that I'm out of your league. I am all yours." She emphasized her last point by pulling down the top of her bikini and showing me her naked breasts. I got a brief glimpse of her exquisitely large and pink nipples before she covered up again. "Sneak preview," she said with a wink. "Tomorrow you get the feature presentation. Any fantasies you'd like to fulfill?" I considered briefly. "You know, I've been doing the fantasy thing all week long," I said. "Tomorrow, I think I'd just like to spend some time in the company of two very lovely women, and do whatever comes naturally. There are times when you just don't need to supplement with imagination, because the reality's good enough." "Then tomorrow, Trina and I will just be your girlfriends for the day," Julie smiled. "I'll be right here in the morning at, say, nine o'clock?" "Nine o'clock it is," I agreed. I glanced toward the sun, and saw that it was later in the day than I'd expected. I knew from the schedule that the ship was to cruise through the night and that we would arrive at Echo Beach the next morning at around ten. That left the rest of the evening to whatever activities were to be found on deck, or a private party in my own cabin. The other guests were out on the deck by now, and they obviously knew each other. They had their companions with them, of course. One was a blonde woman who I hadn't seen before, and she was very pretty with wide eyes and very sensuous lips. Her ample bosom and slim waist looked hot in her blue-and-white string bikini, but I couldn't help but feel that this was a woman who belonged in an elegant, low-cut evening gown instead. She had a deeply sultry, sensuous look about her. The other girl was a near polar opposite in her demeanor. She was a smiling and cute brunette, slim and petite. With her smooth and delicate skin, hair in braids, and her choice of outfit (high-cutoff jean shorts and strategically ripped pink baby tee), she looked very young indeed. I would have thought her no more than sixteen if I hadn't known that she had to be older than that just to work at the resort. She was sitting across the lap of her guest, giggling lightly at his banter and looking at him with sweet and adoring eyes as if completely smitten. While I wasn't normally into a girl who looked half my age, she definitely stirred some latent high-school-crush feelings in me. I mentally tallied up the women on the ship. Trina, Akimi and Kiko, Julie, Nikita (still serving drinks), and now these two newcomers, which came up to seven. For a brief moment, I thought about what it would take to have them all in my cabin for a night, but that was obviously impossible for two reasons. One, I didn't see the other guests giving up their companions; and two, the cost would surely be beyond my reach. Still, in a place where my usual fantasies came true at the drop of a hat, I had to dream bigger in order to keep my imagination ahead of the reality. "So, what are your feelings about tonight?" Trina asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Hm?" "With Akimi and Kiko," she said. "Did you have a fantasy in mind with them, or did you want to just relax and see what the evening brings?" "Well," I said, "I had originally planned to enjoy them on the island, but Mr. Takumora claimed them for that day, so I couldn't. I had this image in my head of the two of them making love in a tropical pool, flowers in their hair, the whole discovering-each-other-on-a-desert-island fantasy." "Sounds fabulous," Trina grinned. "So, why not? Mr. Takumora's not here anymore." "That's a good point," I said, nodding. "But it still leaves us with what to do tonight." "Why don't we do what we were talking about before?" Trina asked. "We'll give you a bit of a breather, and the three of us will get it on while you watch. Give me a little time to prepare, and I can provide a few extra little surprises." * * * * * We had a light dinner that night, as the motion of the boat wasn't conducive to heavy meals. I still didn't feel any seasickness, but it was better not to tempt fate. Trina told Akimi and Kiko about my island fantasy and they agreed that it sounded wonderful. I was looking forward to it, but I wondered about the wisdom of having the same "extra girls" for two nights. I liked being able to sample, and found myself wishing once again that I could just have them all to myself, to enjoy when and how I wanted. I met briefly with the other guests. Their names were Chuck and Roger, and I the story I had heard was correct - they were having a last fling before getting married. I was in no position to judge them, of course, but it seemed to me that their wives-to-be were getting a raw deal. Sure, I was actively cheating on my wife, but I had given her ten years' worth of monogamy first, trying everything I could to show her that she would be enough for me if she would just be a little enthusiastic about sex. I felt like I had come to this point as a last resort; these guys seemed to be jumping the gun a little, and it struck me as wrong to marry someone under the assumption that married sex would be unsatisfying. When Michelle and I had married, she had shown interest at the time; it had waned quickly, however, and I found myself living in lack of sin. The best way to put it was that I felt like Chuck and Roger hadn't really earned their sexcapade; they hadn't put in the years of frustrating celibacy that I had. I suppose, however, that the real reason I didn't like them from moment one was that they were intruding on my fantasy. Having other men around made it harder for me to divorce myself from reality and enjoy the lust; it reminded me that there was a real world out there, where my real wife who I love very much was sitting in blissful ignorance, totally unaware that her husband was fucking a dozen other women. These were terribly selfish feelings, of course, but it would have done me no good to deny them. It had begun to trouble me that I might end up taking those feelings home with me, and that I wouldn't be able to shake the mood of the life I'd been leading. I had begun to wonder if I would even want to go back to that life; not that I had the means to live the fantasy forever anyway. Of course, in addition to meeting Chuck and Roger, I met their dates. Roger was with the blonde woman, the only blonde on the ship. She had exchanged her string bikini for a pair of spandex pants and a white halter top that showed some deep cleavage. She looked sultry and her eyes seemed to smoulder with lust. Chuck's date was the young-looking brunette. She was still in her shorts and baby tee, though she had added a jean jacket as some proof against the night air. She smiled brightly as if she were selling cookies door-to-door rather than selling her body. I couldn't help but wonder what she would look like in the throes of orgasm, when the grin had been stripped away and her lips panted with lust instead. For some reason, I didn't catch the name of either woman; I realized later that they didn't actually say anything without first looking at their guys and getting a nod of approval, and figured it was part of a little dominance game they were all playing. Not my thing, but also not my business. I wanted them both, and I wanted Nikita, and Julie, and it bothered me that I couldn't have them all. Dinner, as I said, went quickly, and before I was done my girls excused themselves. "We have to get things ready for you," Akimi explained. "We'll send someone when the time is right." "I'll be waiting," I replied, and kissed each of them briefly before they scurried off. * * * * * I didn't wait long. Barely twenty minutes had passed before I felt a touch on my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was Nikita. "Your ladies are ready to entertain you," she said, giving me a wink. "Thank you," I replied, and stood up from the deck chair. Nikita took me by the hand and led me over to the stairs that led up to the next deck, where the VIP cabin was. She paused just outside the door. "You're going to have a great evening," she said knowingly. 'I'm sure I will," I replied. "Nikita, before the cruise is done, I would very much like to spend some truly quality time with you. Do you think you'll be available at all?" "I'd like that very much," she said with a sweet smile. "Before you leave us, I'll make sure to make some time for us. Here… feel me." She took my hands and placed them on her beautiful tits, letting me caress them gently through the thin fabric of her blouse. I felt her nipples grow hard under my fingers, and she shivered. "Now, kiss me…" she whispered, and I bent down slightly to meet her panting lips. Her tongue slipped readily into my mouth and she pulled herself close to me, letting her large and pleasantly soft breasts press gently against me. She pulled away slightly, and I felt a piece of cloth cover my eyes. I instinctively pulled away, but Nikita wouldn't allow it. "They insisted, lover," she whispered as she tied the blindfold around my head. "Don't worry, you're going to love this. Just let me…" I felt her lips again, and she finished applying the blindfold. Then, she took my hand from her breast and placed it on the handle to the door. "Go on in," she said. "They will take you from here." I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping gingerly inside. My hands were found by other hands, soft and tender hands that pulled me gently forward. I stepped along silky-soft plush carpet, guided only by the unseen hands, until they stopped. I allowed myself to be turned slightly around, and then other hands began to undress me, unzipping my fly to lower my shorts, sliding my shirt from my back. A touch behind each knee indicated that I should bend each leg up to let my shorts and boxers slide off. In seconds, I was naked except for the blindfold, and then the hands touched me on the shoulders, pressing downwards. I trusted that there would be something there and sat down, finding a deep and soft cushion to receive me. The hands that held my own lowered me carefully until I rested, slightly reclined on a blissfully comfortable chair that seemed nothing more than an enormous pillow. Soft and sensuous music rose into the air, barely loud enough to be heard over the wind and the waves outside. "Welcome, lover," whispered a voice in my ear. "Welcome, lover," whispered the same voice in my other ear. I shuddered, as I felt a rush similar to orgasm run through me. It was strange that a simple whispered phrase could be so loaded with excitement, when whispered twice from two different mouths. The idea, the very concept of two women sharing lust had the power to fire me up like nothing else, and I never seemed to get tired of it. Of course, for this evening, there were three. I imagined that the two on either side were Akimi and Keiko, and I thought I sensed the presence of Trina in front of me. Then, I heard her voice. "You must close your eyes," she said to me. I did so, and felt the blindfold loosen. The cloth was pulled away, and I resisted the temptation to look right away. I waited for permission. "Now… look at me…" I opened my eyes. The room was darkened, except for a single spotlight. I lay facing a low bed, only a foot off the floor, and reclining there was a woman out of a fantasy. It was my Trina, though I had to look twice to be sure. Her hair was the most obvious difference. Formerly brunette waves were now long cascades of platinum blonde that stretched all the way to her toes. Her eyes I noticed next, brilliant jewels that seemed to glow from within, green as emeralds and fierce with lust. Her lips were pearlescent and shone white like her hair. Trina's body seemed to sparkle in the light, glittering as she moved. Her only adornments were two silver-sequined circles that covered her nipples, and her long hair sweeping around in front and covering her sex. She looked like nothing from this world, and she was barely three feet from me. "I am here to fulfill your fantasies," she whispered. "See my body… the way I touch myself, and the way I feel the pleasure of that touch." Trina's hand began to circle around and around her breast, the fingertips gliding over the smooth and glistening skin. Her eyelids grew heavy and her breathing came in soft sighs as she touched her breasts, and then her legs, and then moved her hand between them to open her naked lips and stroke the tiny bud between. "That feels… so… good," she breathed, spreading her legs toward me so I could see her pussy and the way she touched herself. Behind her, I saw, was a huge wine-red pillow the same as the one that held me, and she leaned back against it so that her other hand could be free to stroke her breasts and around her silver-capped nipples. Her fingers dipped inside her pussy and she raised them to her lips to taste, licking them until they shone with wetness and then sliding them back inside her once again. Her pace quickened, and she thrust into herself more and more forcefully, her sighs becoming moans, and then she arched her back high as she climaxed. I felt a nearly irresistible urge to throw myself across the room, take her in her throes of passion and fuck her deep to make her come again, but I stayed where I was. Partly, it was because I knew the show wasn't over yet, and partly because the pillow I reclined in was much too soft and deep to get out of easily without help. I was trapped there as surely as if I were tied down. Dream Vacation Pt. 06 "We're only just beginning," she whispered to me in a voice that was now hoarse with passion. "Now I satisfy my lesbian desires. My women hunger for me, and I long for their touch…" The lights came up slowly, and I looked quickly to both sides. Akimi and Kiko appeared from behind me and stepped forward to where Trina reclined. She rose to her knees and greeted them by taking their hands in hers, and then they turned to face me. The pretty Asian girls had recreated themselves in the same fantasy as Trina. Instead of white, however, they wore red. Their long, straight black hair was streaked with red highlights, their breasts were covered at the nipples with red sparkles, and their lips were so glossy and polished that they seemed to be coated with melted wax. 'My lovers will kiss now," Trina said, and with that the two Asian princesses turned toward each other and put red lips to red lips. Their mouths opened slowly and their tongues emerged to touch, and I heard a quick double gasp as they felt the thrill of their kiss. Trina lay back like me to look up at them, watch them, feel their pleasure as if it were her own. To see them standing above me, kissing and rubbing their bodies together, was a new and exciting view. I could see their hands reaching up to cup the other's breasts, or down to stroke a golden thigh or caress a firm bottom. There was no hope of telling them apart; their bodies were so strikingly similar as to make them near-perfect twins, and their heavy makeup removed any difference from their faces. Their nipples, topped with red sparkle, met exactly at a level as they embraced. Trina rose up to her knees again, and with a touch of her hands encouraged Kiko and Akimi to drop down to her level. They did so without ever breaking the contact at their lips, sliding down together to kneel with Trina. Then they lay down toward me, until they were side by side with their heads practically in my lap, still kissing and licking and mingling heated breath with each other. They opened their eyes and looked up at me, as if to say that they knew I was there, watching them, and they wanted me to. Over the top of their bodies came Trina, her impossibly long, glowing hair draping over them. She stared at their caressing red lips as if hypnotized, lowering herself down slowly, slowly, to meet them. Her pearly white lips panted heavily with desire. Her large, firm breasts hung down and touched the girls as she moved ever closer. The Asian beauties turned their faces slightly toward her so as to welcome this new woman to their love-making. Three wet mouths with questing tongues met in their common center, and the moans of the hot and sexy women mingled together. Trina pulled up after a long and sensuous kiss, and her lovers relaxed so that they lay on their backs, side by side, looking up at her. Then she pulled herself up further, so that her breasts touched their faces, and with deliberate slowness Kiko and Akimi peeled the silvery covers from Trina's nipples, and put their lips over the hardening buds. In her new position, Trina's face was only inches away from me, and her expression of intense and overwhelming pleasure was a thing to behold. Her impossibly vivid green eyes looked right through me, unfocused and unaware of what lay right in front of her as she felt the lips of her lovers. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. In her position, I needed only to lift myself up a tiny bit, and lower her head down slightly… It was unnecessary; Trina knew what I needed the moment I moved. Her shining white lips moved down over the top of my hard cock, taking me into the warm and wet of her sensuous mouth. Her eyes locked on mine as she gave me oral pleasures, taking me slow and deep, as if we had all the time in the world. "I thought this was only a show," I whispered as softly as I could, not wanting to intrude with my voice upon the lustful mood. "I could feel your need," she replied, her lips touching me even as she spoke. "I must give you what you desire, lover…" "It feels good," I told her, "but I do want to watch them with you." Trina pulled her lips from my cock and licked the drop of pre-come from its tip. She sat up and urged her concubines to rise with her. They knelt on either side of her and continued to lick and kiss at her breasts and nipples, reaching down between her legs as well to stroke the warm wetness they found there. It might have seemed odd that I had given up some really good head so that I could sit back and watch, but having such satisfaction over the past week had changed my priorities somewhat. I was no longer interested in quick satisfaction; I wanted to enjoy the experience to the full, and I loved the look that my ladies had created for me. Trina resembled a goddess in her platinum hair, her lips and nails painted to match, and to watch her twin lesbian lovergirls please her made my blood boil. It was a fantastic, erotic dream that I didn't care to wake up from right away. With a hand at the back of each slim neck, Trina guided her girls from her tits back up to her lips, where they kissed together again. She whispered to them too softly for me to hear, but I saw the results of what she told them when one lay on her back and the other turned herself around to lie on top of her in a perfect sixty-nine. Reaching tongues met waiting pussies as the girls engaged in the most intimate act of lesbian love. "Are they not beautiful?" Trina asked me as she watched them and stroked her own pussy. "Do you see their passion, how they long for each other? Watch how they slide their tongues inside, tasting their nectar… come, look closer…" I slid off the chair, and crawled close to the girls. They made no sign that they knew I was there, but continued to indulge in each other, oblivious to all else. From less than six inches away I watched as Akimi (or Kiko, I still couldn't tell) ran her tongue up and down through her lover's sweet pink folds, sliding inside her and over her swollen clit, sucking with red hot lips upon the tender labia and moaning with pleasure as the same was done to her. Trina had bent close along with me and watched with equal fascination, rubbing her tits and her pussy with both hands, seemingly as thrilled as I to see these two women make love so passionately and shamelessly. I saw a shiver run through their bodies. The girl I watched squeezed her eyes shut and cried out with sudden, urgent pleasure. Her lover's similar cries were muffled as she continued to work her oral magic, and then they were both plunging their faces into each other, rocking their hips and moaning with unchained desire, until at last they pulled themselves tightly together and came hard into each other's pretty face. They held together for a long moment as the climax peaked and waned, then lifted apart, their bodied glistening with mutual perspiration. They slid away from each other in both directions, letting their tits bump and rub slightly on the way, stopping briefly to touch lips when they came face-to face. Then the one on top rolled to the side, leaving them cheek-to-cheek with legs spread in opposite directions. "Taste their lips," Trina breathed. "Go on, share the cream that they shared." I leaned in and licked at both girls' lips, and I could taste the sweet tang of love honey on them. Their tongues licked back at me, and each other. "Now, let me taste it from you," Trina begged, and I looked up to find her there, her lips open and her tongue emerging for the kiss. I let her run the tip of her tongue around my lips and thrust it into my mouth, while the girls below us kissed side by side. When I pulled back, I saw that the twins had sealed their mouths around Trina's nipples once again. They had both rolled over and now supported themselves on their hands and knees, a wonderfully exciting submissive position. As Trina lay back into her pillow once more, they crawled after her, kissing her breasts and her neck and then her lips. Trina encouraged them by lowering a hand between each girls' legs and stroking their pussies together. Her own legs were spread wide and her sex lay exposed and inviting. I longed to fuck her, but I enjoyed the anticipation too much to give in to the need just yet. Just knowing that I could move in and penetrate her at any moment was tremendously exciting, and I didn't want to intrude on such a beautiful, purely lesbian moment. If Trina wondered why I wasn't making my move, she didn't show it, content to let me sit back and watch if that was what I wanted. She did, however, guide a hand from each of the girls to her own pussy so that she could receive the pleasure she gave. Again I saw the urgency rise in all three women, and their kisses and caresses became more fierce and forceful. With multiple cries of ecstasy, they came together once again, fucking each others' pussies in a frenzy of excitement. The Asian princesses leaned into Trina's body to kiss her lips and lick her tongue. "I want to feel that too," I whispered quietly. The girls heard me, and instantly obeyed. Leaving Trina to bask in the afterglow of her own orgasm, the pretty twins turned to me, and knelt down one on either side. Then, instead of kissing me on the lips as I had anticipated, they leaned over and began to suck on my nipples instead! I began to protest, but realized quickly that I enjoyed it; more than that, I was becoming even more aroused than I had when Trina had been sucking my cock. I looked at her and saw that she had reclined once more, her hair flowing all around her, and her legs spread for the touch of her own hand. One of my girls moaned, and the other did as well, and I stroked my hands up into their hair to hold them gently where they were. It seemed almost wrong to be getting so excited over having my nipples sucked, as it wasn't a traditionally male erogenous zone, but I realized that that was why I loved it. It felt like they were inviting me to share for a moment in their world, and feel the way that women make love to each other. Even watching Trina gave me the sense that I had become one of them, and that her arousal was due not to my manhood, but because I was as they were… a lesbian. For just a moment that thought gave me a surge of excitement… but in that same moment my masculinity re-asserted itself. My psyche seemed unwilling to suspend disbelief so far. I felt the undeniable need to perform as a man, and so with a gentle pressure I eased the girls away from my nipples. I chose one of them arbitrarily and pulled her leg over my lap. She got the idea quickly and moved into position, her pussy lips open and waiting above my waiting rod. I found her opening and thrust hard and deep. She cried out briefly, and the look on her face told me that the inspiration was ecstasy, not pain. I thrust into her again and again, watching her ride me, watching her twin lover lick her tits and kiss her lips to enhance her pleasure. I heard Trina's moans as she fucked herself to multiple climaxes. It wasn't enough; I wanted more. I pulled my other Asian lover over to me and encouraged her to straddle her legs over my face, which she did with enthusiasm. With my tongue inside of one woman and my cock inside the other, I thrust and licked and sucked like a man who had lost all control, and when I heard all three women hotly moaning their pleasure, I finally went over the edge and pumped my cream deep into my lover's body. The high of climax faded, and the girls panted hard to catch their breath. One by one they dismounted me, and lay on either side, their bodies hot with their recent exertion. Trina crawled forward and lay on top of me, kissing my lips softly and tenderly, then resting her head on my chest. * * * * * Though we were all exhausted, we decided that a proper conclusion to the evening would be to enjoy a hot tub and a bottle of champagne. The Jacuzzi in the VIP suite had been built with a retractable roof, and so we opened it up to the stars and the nighttime ocean air. The girls took a moment to remove their makeup, glitter, and Trina's wig, which obviously wouldn't have been good for the tub. "Here's to fantasies made real," Trina said with a raised glass, and we all drank to that. "I just have one question," I said, looking at Akimi and Kiko. "Which one of you did I actually, you know, fuck?" They laughed together. "We'll never tell," Kiko said. "But maybe if you do both of us on the Island, you can find out," Akimi suggested. "If you can't tell by our faces… maybe you can tell by our pussies." Dream Vacation Pt. 07 Dream Vacation Pt. 07 We reached the top with the sun a good two hours from the horizon, and found ourselves alone in a quiet stone ruin. The mission had only been abandoned for about fifty years, and the foliage hadn't yet really begun to creep in and crack the walls. The ceilings and wood-plank floors had been mostly torn up and presumably re-used, and there were some signs here and there of some overenthusiastic parties, but for the most part it was in very good shape. "Wow, come look at this view!" Trina called as she approached a large stone archway that looked out over the ocean. Julie ran up by her side, and I came along as well. We truly could see for miles and miles, and it was pretty spectacular. I began to appreciate the difficult climb to the mission, because it probably kept the tourists away. We had the whole place to ourselves, and as there was no one else coming up the trail it would probably be that way for another hour at least. We wandered around exploring the place for a while, and I found myself wishing that I had my camera. The mission made a terrific backdrop, and the girls were lovely models. Still, it would have been difficult to enjoy the pictures afterwards -- it's not like I could have actually shown them to anyone. After about twenty minutes of aimless looking around, we came back to the stone arch. I had carried a small bag up to the top with us, and I revealed that it contained a bottle of champagne, no longer "chilled" but cool enough to enjoy. We fired the cork out into the ocean below us and passed the bottle around, as we had no glasses. "I'm glad we came up here," Trina said. "It's not what I expected to do today, but it'll be a nice memory. You've been just about the best guest I've ever had, Xavier. It's good that I have something I've done only with you and no one else." "What makes me so special?" I asked. "I mean, I know I'm not a champion in bed. I'm probably not the wealthiest or the heaviest tipper you've ever met. I don't think I'm an exceptional conversationalist, or a great dancer, or the world's foremost humorist. I don't have Hollywood looks or an Olympic physique. What's so great about me?" "I think I know what Trina is talking about," Julie said. "We meet a lot of guys, of course. And we see sides of them that they don't show to the rest of the world. Most of the men who come here view us as fantasies, not real women, and so they figure they can let it all hang out and let the masks they wear fall off. In other words, we see men as they really are, with their guard completely down." "Don't a lot of the guests make themselves out to be someone they're not?" I asked. "I mean, I'd imagine you get a lot of so-called CEOs and entertainment lawyers here who go back home and paint houses." "True, but we usually don't get very good actors, if you catch my drift," Trina said. "None of them are really fooling us. Besides, when they pretend to be something they're not, that tells a lot about them too. It reeks of insecurity, you know? One of the reasons I like you is because you're being honest about yourself and your life." "I haven't even told you my real name," I pointed out. "Neither have we," Julie smiled. "That's not the point. We all need a certain anonymity in these situations." "The point is," Trina continued, "Over the past week, I've seen the real you. In a lot of ways, I've gotten to know you better than your own wife probably has -- for one thing, if she knew you like I did, you wouldn't need to be here. You'd be getting more sex and affection at home than you could handle!" I sighed, wishing it were true. "You still haven't really answered me." "Don't you see, Xavier? I see you for who you are, once all the pretense and false fronts are stripped away. Everyone wears a mask, but in places like this, the masks tend to come off. I just happened to like the face I saw underneath yours. And that's really all there is." "We won't lie to you," Julie said. "We appreciate generous men, and the fact that you've been one of them certainly leads us to enjoy your company a bit more. And no, you're not Mr. Universe, but you're certainly no slouch either. You're a smart, charming, good-looking man, and I can see why Trina's been going on about you. I like you too." Trina nodded. "And incidentally, you're better in bed than you think you are." "If that's true, then it's because I've never been so inspired," I said appreciatively. Julie came over and sat by me, stroking her hand on my thigh. "You know," she said, "we haven't had a really good kiss yet." "That's true, we haven't," I replied, feeling an inexplicable lump rise in my throat. It amazed me that I could still be nervous about simply kissing a beautiful woman after the week I'd had, but Julie was no ordinary woman. Instead of moving straight in for the kiss, she reached over and unbuttoned my shirt, slowly and deliberately, keeping her smiling eyes on mine. Once I was bare-chested, she pushed the shirt off my shoulders, and then pulled her own top up and over her head. Beautiful globes of flesh bounced out, and she took a moment to gently rub her nipples to hardness. Then she stood up and pulled her skirt up high, giving me a brief reminder that she wore no panties (and a confirmation that she was a natural redhead). I had only a glimpse before she climbed into my lap with her legs around my body, though she leaned back far enough to avoid touching me with her breasts just yet. "I want this," she said, "to be the best damn kiss you ever had." "Good start," I said as best I could past the lump. "Don't close your eyes," she whispered as she began to lean in. "Don't even blink. I want you to see me coming for you…" Her strawberry-red lips were less than an inch away when her nipples touched my chest, and we both shivered with the thrill of the contact. I felt her warm breath as she quietly gasped, and then, a bare moment later, the wet touch of her tongue. I opened my mouth slightly and her tongue slipped inside, slowly and deeply, and then her lips sealed against my mouth. Then she moaned, long and sensuously, pulling her body closer so that I felt more of the soft pressure of her beautifully large tits. She was in total control; I felt helpless to move, partly because of her position on her lap which forced me to tilt my head back and submit to her, but mostly because her passion was simply overwhelming. Her hands found mine and guided them up into her skirt, encouraging me to stroke the bare skin of her bottom. Her tongue, wet and warm, probed and twisted inside my mouth and then over my lips as she pulled away just enough to take in a gasping breath and sigh softly with lust. She sucked my tongue gently and then moved back in for just a moment to seal lips to lips before backing off again. Her body stayed close, and I could still feel her hot breath. "You closed your eyes," she scolded softly. I opened them, and saw her eyes inches away, sparkling but heavy with lust. Her lips were panting and wet. I couldn't hold back; I kissed her again, and she welcomed the embrace. She allowed me to suck gently on her lower lip, and tickle the tip of her tongue outside her mouth, and rub our lips softly back and forth against each other. I had always loved the act of kissing and she let me indulge myself however I wished, responding instantly to me, letting me feel the different sensations as we brought our lips and tongues together in new ways. When I ran my tongue lightly up her cheek, she didn't question me or pull away; when I sealed our lips together and thrust my tongue deep inside her mouth, she accepted it, then responded in kind. She let me put my hands where I wanted, whether up into her skirt, caressing her breasts, or stroking into her beautiful red hair. All the while, she moaned and sighed softly as if lost in a world of pure pleasure. When we finally stopped, it was because I felt I might climax right there if I didn't. She pulled away slowly, breathing hard and fast, and arched her back with a long and loud moan of satisfaction. "Oh Fuck, that was hot," she whispered, and came back for a last tiny touch of her lips to mine. Then at last she stood up, and ran her hands once up and down her body as if she couldn't resist touching herself to sustain the high of sexual excitement. I heard a soft moan to one side, and when I turned to look I saw that Trina was sitting back with one hand caressing her tit and the other stroking between her legs. The idea that she had been getting herself off while watching us excited me, and for a moment I felt like I should take both girls right there and fuck them up against the hard stones of the Mission. Unfortunately, fate had other ideas. Julie's attention was caught by a movement below us on the hillside, and she sighed and reached for her top. "We've got company," she said sadly. "There's a small group coming up the trail." "Mm, no fair," Trina pouted. "Couldn't we just roll one of these rocks down on them so we can stay up here and fuck each other?" Julia leaned over and kissed Trina, briefly but with a deep tongue thrust that made Trina moan. "Come on, lover," she said, "There's a warm hot tub, a moonlit deck, and a soft bed waiting for us. Let's get our man back to the ship and show him how hot we can really get." * * * * * We made it back down the hillside just as the sun touched the ocean, and by the time we got back to the ship we found that we were all suffering from another insatiable physical desire; namely, we needed some food. I wanted to take my ladies someplace nice, and so I suggested we change into more elegant clothes. They were pleased with the idea, and we were hungry enough that we didn't even indulge in any quick hanky-panky; in fact, we actually changed in separate rooms. I came out first, having put on a stylishly loose-fitting jacket with a black shirt and pants, and headed down to the main deck to wait for my ladies. Nikita immediately offered me a drink, but I didn't feel like I needed it. I joined her at the bar, though, and sipped on some ice water. 'What did you do today?" she asked me. "Shopping, and a trip up to the Mission." "Mm, it's beautiful up there. Say, did you happen to meet Monique, back at the resort?" "We did more than meet," I smiled. Nikita smiled back. "I'll bet she was hot for you. Anyway, I once did a promotional photo spread with her at the Mission. Here, want to see?" She pulled a photo album out from behind the bar, and opened it to a pair of 8x10 shots of her and Monique holding each other's naked bodies and smiling. The next page had them kissing, and then there was one of Monique licking Nikita's tits. It was an interesting experience, checking out porn shots of a woman who was standing right there with me. "These are really hot," I said. "Thank you!" she replied, seeming genuinely pleased by the compliment. 'We had a lot of fun doing them. Look at this one," she said as she turned to a new page, "she made me come right here, just as this shot was taken. See how she's behind me, rubbing my tits and licking my neck while she slides her finger in my pussy? I mean, how could I hold back?" I smiled, and was about to say something to the effect that I would love to do the same thing, when I caught something out of the corner of my eye that made my heart fall into my shoes. It was a flashing blue and red light, of the sort one generally sees on police cars. I stood up and looked again, and sure enough, it was. "What's that about?" I asked, trying not to panic. I felt certain that they had come to raid the boat, or something. "I'm not sure," Nikita said, sounding more relaxed. She looked at me and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Xavier. I'm sure it's got nothing to do with us." "How sure?" I asked. "Look, unless you've got a stash of drugs in your luggage or you're planning to overthrow the local government, you've got nothing to worry about. There's nothing illegal about our business, not here. We're a fully licensed erotic resort and everything we do is strictly above-board -- we don't even cheat on our taxes. Seriously, you go and have a good dinner tonight and don't give it another thought." I tried to relax. Nikita's words made sense; prostitution was perfectly legal here, and I certainly wasn't smuggling anything. I had my passport and I hadn't broken any local laws. In any event, the fact that she seemed perfectly calm was reason enough not to panic. "What's all this about?" asked a voice behind me. I turned and saw Julie in a stunning dark-green evening gown, cut high in the front and low in the back, sequined and sparkling. The gown was tight enough to show off her ample bosom even though it showed no skin in the front, and long enough to enhance her height. "Probably just a random paper check," Nikita shrugged. "Got your passport?" Julie nodded. "Hey, X-man. Nice jacket. You look like a million bucks." I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "You look like a million bucks in emeralds," I replied. "Absolutely lovely." "Thank you," she said sweetly, tossing her long, wavy red hair. "Trina's right behind me." She turned, and Trina came around the corner. She was decked out in red, a shorter dress than Julie's but just as elegant, her hair pulled over one shoulder in a way that had always appealed to me. She kissed me as well, and then Julie. "You look so beautiful tonight," she said, running her fingers through Julie's hair. "Mm, thank you. So do you," Julie replied, holding Trina's hands and looking her appreciatively up and down. The girls kissed again, holding each other close, and then turned and gently pulled me in for a brief three-way. "Don't get too excited," Trina warned. "I'd like this makeup to last a little while." We left the ship together, walking right past the police on the pier. I noticed our captain talking with them, and couldn't help but think that something was going on. The girls seemed unconcerned, though, so I tried to put it out of my mind and concentrate on enjoying the evening. * * * * * "Seriously, X, don't worry about it," Julie insisted. "If it had been a real problem, the captain wouldn't have let us leave the ship." "And besides, I'm wearing a cell phone, so they'll call if there's anything to get concerned about," Trina added. "There's nothing wrong. Trust us, all right?" We were at the restaurant, waiting for our entrees to arrive. The girls had been trying for the past half hour to get me to forget about the ill-timed visit by the local police, and it had been an exercise in futility. "Believe me ladies, I wish I could relax," I replied. "It's just that, as you well know, I'm not exactly here with my wife's blessing, and trouble with the law down here means my marriage is burnt toast." "She means a lot to you, doesn't she?" Julie asked gently. I nodded. "It might not seem that way, what with the cavalier manner in which I'm treating my marriage vows, but I do love her desperately. I think about how she would feel to know what I've been up to, and I hate myself… but then I think about the constant heartbreak and rejection that I deal with every time she refuses to be intimate with me, and…" I shrugged. "Don't worry, we won't make you say it," Trina said sympathetically. "No, I don't hate my wife. I never have. But I do hate the way she makes me feel, and what that makes me want to do. I'm not self-centered enough to think that it's her fault that I'm down here doing this, but it is true enough that I wouldn't be if she would love me the way a wife is supposed to love her husband. When I make love to her, on those few occasions when it actually happens, I always feel like I could forget every other fantasy I've ever had, and give up this sideline of sex-for-hire. That feeling lasts for about a week." "A week?" Trina exclaimed, incredulous. "Damn, what's her secret? We've been fucking you blind three or four times a day and you don't ever seem to be satisfied! You know, I'm starting to think that I wouldn't want her to be here with you even if she were into it; she'd make me feel totally inadequate!" I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking of how my wife would view this Sexual Goddess of a woman, with her huge gravity-defying tits, her long and wavy brunette hair, and her firm and toned body -- who in spite of all that, felt that she didn't stack up. My wife is really quite beautiful, don't get me wrong; it's just that she suffers from the same ailment as 98% of the women on Earth, which is that she completely underestimates her own good looks. If she compared herself to any of the women I'd seen at the resort or on the ship, doubtless she would consider herself in a very minor league by contrast. If she only knew that I would rather have her than any or all of them. Fortunately, the waiter came by to deliver our entrees, which broke the somewhat awkward silence. Trina and Julie proved very good at talking the way back out of an uncomfortable pause (it was part of their job, after all) and we had the conversation going again soon enough. We were fortunate in that we had a very private table, on the edge of the deck and next to a large fountain, such that it was impossible for someone at the next table to hear anything we were saying. "So, let's talk about something that I know sparks your interest," Trina said. "I'd kind of like to know more about this fascination you have with lesbians. What is it about girls with girls that gets you so fired up?" "It's a pretty common fetish, isn't it?" I shrugged. "Sure it is," Julie replied. "But I imagine that you're not into it just because it's popular. Come on, tell us about it. How many times do you get the chance to tell a woman all about your favorite sexual fantasies in intimate detail, knowing that she won't judge or condemn?" "Not only that, but that she'll help make them real," Trina added, sipping her wine. "Let's take turns," I said. "I want the two of you to tell me about your fantasies first." Trina nodded. "Sounds fair. Well, I think I mentioned before, it's a little different with us. Anyone who works at the resort for more than a year can pretty much rest assured that she'll eventually play out every fantasy she has; that is, all of them that are possible. For myself, there's not much left but the impossible." "Such as?" Trina leaned forward and spoke in a lower voice. "I've always wanted to really fuck another woman," she said. "Not with one of those ridiculous strap-on cocks or even with my fingers, but by myself, the way it's meant to be done. It's hard to explain, because it's impossible. It's not that I want to be a man, either; I love being female, I love the grace and beauty of women, and I wouldn't give it up for the world. But… I'd like to experience that one impossible act." I pondered briefly. "So, you'd like to grow your clit, or something?" "Yeah, something like that. At least that's the best way to describe it. And clit-to-clit contact definitely gets me hot. Didn't I tell you about this already?" "I think so," I nodded. "Is there anything else you like?" "Oh, a million other things," she grinned. "I didn't go into this line of work because I hated sex, you know. But I don't think it's my turn anymore. Julie?" Julie shot Trina a playful glare, and then focused back on me. "Well, like she said, we get a lot of experience around here. Most of my fantasies have been pretty well fulfilled, too. But there are one or two left, I suppose." "Like what?" "Promise you won't laugh?" I shrugged. "I'll do the best I can." She leaned forward, just as Trina had. "I'd like to be Queen of the Amazons," she whispered. I blinked. "Okay. What does that mean, exactly?" Dream Vacation Pt. 07 "It means that I'd like to get decked out in red and gold leather armor, the whole woman warrior thing, and sit on my throne to command my minions and slaves as I see fit. And they would serve me willingly, unquestioningly, and pleasurably." True to my word, I didn't laugh. Trina did, however. "Trina, don't you start," Julie warned. "Oh, Julie, Julie," she chuckled, "it's just that you would make such a great Amazon Queen! You've got the body, the hair, the six-feet-tall, everything! It's almost a cliché, it's so perfect!" Julie winked and blew a kiss at Trina. "Anyway, I've been trying to get the bosses to invest in the suit of armor since I got here, but leather's so damn expensive and it would have to be a custom fit in order to work right, so that means none of the other girls would be able to use it. One of these days I might just splurge for it myself." "You would look so hot in red leather, baby," Trina growled. "As hot as you did in the Catwoman suit?" Julie suggested. "When was this?" I asked, interested. "Last week, at the Copacabana," Trina replied with a grin. "I wore it to perform at the strip club party. Unfortunately, I don't have it with me now. It's a great outfit, though -- skintight vinyl, with removable cups around the tits, thigh-high boots, and nothing at all between the boots and right about here." She put her hands about two inches below her breasts to demonstrate. "Natalya played Wonder Woman, tied me up with her golden lasso… that was such a fun evening!" "We should do a comic-book theme night sometime," Julie suggested. "Anyway, I think it's your turn again, X. And I want to know what you love so much about women fucking women." "You really want to know?" I asked. "Absolutely," Julie said, sipping her wine. "If you're like most people, you've never really been able to talk with someone in detail about your deepest sexual cravings. You can do that now, and we won't pass judgment or get freaked out." "Quite the contrary, we'll probably get turned on," Trina smiled. "Besides," Julie continued, "you've had a week's worth of bisexual pussy already, so if I want to make tonight special, I'll need some inside information on what you really want." "Can't argue with that kind of logic," I said, trying to stay relaxed even though my stomach was tying in knots (I was glad we were in a French restaurant that served teeny portions). The idea of being totally honest and open about my sexuality, right down to things that I might barely admit to myself, was more than a little nerve-wracking. I looked around and saw that there was no one who could possibly overhear our conversation. "Well," I began, "first of all, lesbian sex isn't actually the thing that turns me on most of all." "What?" Trina responded, with raised eyebrows. "All this time I've been giving you the second item on your list? What's up with that?" "No, you've been giving me the first one too," I insisted. "The thing I need most of all, the most absolutely essential ingredient, is the idea that the woman I'm with really wants to have sex. I'm sure I told you this?" "Oh yes, come to think of it, you did," Trina nodded. "The idea of a woman who desperately wants to fuck me is the most powerful aphrodisiac I can imagine. And, it goes without saying that the reverse of that -- a woman who has to be persuaded or coerced -- is something of a turn-off. I admit, I don't like having to seduce a woman; I like when she's just ready to go. Perhaps that's part of the problem between me and my wife. I'm lousy at the seduction game. I have no idea how to charm a woman into bed." "I think you're a very charming and decent guy, Xavier," Trina assured me. "Really, all you have to do is just be yourself. I know it's cliché, but in your case it's also true." "Well, be that as it may, I like it when a woman is excited about sex without my having to work for it. And I absolutely can't perform if I think my lover is actively disinterested. Believe me, I wouldn't have had the kind of week I have if the ladies here weren't doing a very, very good job of making me feel like they wanted it." "We really haven't had to try that hard," Trina said, fluttering her eyelashes a bit and licking her lips. "Enough about that," Julie said. "You're stalling. Tell me why you want to see me and Trina go tit-to-tit. You do want us to, don't you? Wouldn't you love to watch me slide my tongue between her lips, touch her swollen clit, make her beg to taste my sweet, sweet pussy?" "Well, yes, not to put too fine a point on it," I replied, trying to sound casual. "So, what's the appeal?" Julie asked. "What do you get out of it? I can see why a guy would enjoy making love to two women at once; after all, the more the merrier. But what do you get from watching two women make love that you don't get from just, say, watching them touch themselves? I've asked some of my similarly interested clients before, but all they seem to be able to say is, 'It's just hot!' I know we haven't known each other that long, but you seeming like someone who might be able to give a more insightful answer, and I really do want to know." "Well," I said, trying to think how to begin, "some of it is exactly what you said. If one woman is good, two must be twice as good. And when I watch two women making love, I can imagine myself joining them. There's also just the idea of seeing many women naked instead of just one, and if they're engaged in sexual acts then so much the better. "The problem with guy-on-girl porn, for me, is that there's this DICK in the way," I continued, feeling more comfortable as I went on. "I don't want to see another man's penis, or hear him grunt and moan, or anything like that. It's not that I'm afraid of arousing homoerotic feelings, or anything; I'm very comfortable with my heterosexuality. It's just a major distraction. Besides, men are genetically programmed to compete with each other, and so seeing some other guy nailing a woman that I want is a turn-off. I've heard that some guys actually like seeing another man fuck their wife, or some such thing, but I've never been able to grasp the appeal myself." Both women listened with rapt attention. I wondered if this was really new information for them, or if they were just going through the motions. I realized that they were making me feel like some kind of expert on sex, which was a new thing for me, and it was an enjoyable little fantasy. "But that's all beside the point. The very idea of two women doing something as simple as kissing is intensely erotic to me. I think it's partly because of this idea that men have that women are capable of feeling a much more intense sexual high than men can, and when women do each other, it's multiplied. It's the idea that women instinctively know what other women want." "Well, I think that's true, to a certain extent," Trina nodded. "I mean, if you really want to know how to lick pussy, ask a lesbian." "So, by watching two women get each other off, really intensely, you get to live vicariously through them and feel the intense high yourself?" Julie asked. "Sort of. And this is going to sound contradictory, but there's also the idea that once they've worked each other up, all they need is a man to make it complete. Then I come in and give them that final ingredient, and it leads to mind-blowing multiple orgasms." "Mmm, I love the way you think!" Julie smiled. "Still, I notice you keep talking about how hot they feel, how they satisfy each other's needs, and how they have mind-blowing multiple orgasms. What's in it for you, except to watch them enjoy themselves, and get off at the end?" "Well, to a certain extent, what's in it for me is frustration," I shrugged. "I can't be one of them. It's the ultimate tease, really. I've fantasized before about being a woman, a lesbian, so that I could experience it for myself, but it can't really happen. And before you ask, I don't want to pretend I'm a woman and do it that way. It wouldn't work; I'd feel too weird about it." "And so, we have another impossible fantasy," Julie sighed. "Well, I don't feel too sorry for myself," I shrugged. "In the end, there are plenty of reasons for me to enjoy and appreciate my own masculinity. I like the feeling of holding a woman and protecting her with my strength, and I love the feeling of thrusting into my lover and becoming a part of her. And, when I have the opportunity to have sex with multiple partners, there's something to be said for being the Man among women." "How many?" Trina asked. "I think that your record this week is four at a given time, during the Strip Club party. How many women at once would you want to enjoy, if you could have as many as you wanted?" "Truthfully? All of them," I said. "I would like to walk into a room filled exclusively with beautiful, sexy women, all willing and waiting to make love to me and each other. Essentially, to be the guest of honor at my own private sexual party with dozens or even hundreds of ladies to choose from. As a practical matter, I really don't see how I could enjoy the affections of more than six or seven at any given time, but just the idea that they were all there for me alone would be incredibly exciting." "Don't ask for much, do you?" Julie observed. "I think every man wants a harem, when it comes down to it," Trina said. "You know, I heard that there was this one time before I started working at the resort that some Hollywood star, they won't say who it was, came down and rented out the whole resort exclusively for himself for a whole week." "That's true. I was there," Julie said. "His favorite thing was watching and directing multi-girl orgies. You know, I don't think he ever even fucked any of us; he just put us together, had us go at it under his supervision for a while, and then he would shoot his load into a sock. Apparently he hated the sight of his own cream. So it was a solid week of nothing but lesbian sex. Kind of educational, actually; he came up with positions and techniques that I'd never even heard of, and it was great learning about what the other girls liked. Did you know that Charla can orgasm just from having her nipples sucked?" "Damn, I wish I'd been here for it!" Trina said with a smile. "That's where we got all those matching white bikinis and wraps, because there was one night where he wanted everyone in identical outfits. Incidentally, that's also where we got the wedding dress and the bridesmaid gowns." "The former came in handy earlier this week," Trina said, winking at me. "Ooh, honeymoon fantasy!" Julie grinned. "Love it. Did you have bridesmaids?" "Actually, we had a French Maid hiding in the closet." "Monique?" "Of course." "Mmm. Damn, I wish I could have been your maid of honor." The girls giggled, then leaned together and kissed each other's lips briefly. I felt a rush of lust, and knew it was time to leave. Fortunately, they quickly came to the same conclusion. * * * * * "This is the way you want it, right?" Trina said to me as we all arrived back in the VIP cabin and stood facing each other in the middle of the room. "No games, no fantasies played out, no costumes or props? Just sex between the three of us?" "Tonight, that sounds perfect," I said. "Are you going to tell us what to do, or should we just do what comes naturally?" Julie asked. "Well, you have an idea now of what I like, and Trina's been with me all week so she definitely knows," I said. "So Trina, how about you begin?" "With pleasure," she said with a smile. She approached me and kissed my lips, softly and gently, pulling away without giving me the tongue just yet. "Have a seat on the sofa, here," she invited. "I think it's best if you just watch and enjoy right at the start, and get in the proper mood. Besides, I want a few minutes with this pretty woman all to myself!" A low, sensual music filled the air, and the lights dropped just enough to give the proper mood. Julie turned from the stereo and approached Trina, meeting her just in front of the sofa where I reclined. Seeing the two of them together enhanced their physical differences. Julie's hair was the obvious standout, long and wavy and free, as opposed to the dark, straight style favored by Trina. Trina's sun-darkened skin was also a marked contrast to Julie's fair and slightly freckled complexion. Julie had the larger breasts, Trina the more sensuous lips. And in spite of the platform heels that Trina had selected for the evening, Julie was still taller by at least an inch and a half. They looked over each others' bodies just as I did, and I wondered what each saw in the other that excited them. While I knew that they were both professionals and that some of the heat and lust was for show, I was also convinced that they must have some lesbian tendencies, or they probably wouldn't be so enthusiastic about what they did. As I had told them in the restaurant, I loved the idea that they were turned on by each other, and that they were as eager as I was to feel a woman's kiss and touch. The smiles on their faces faded as they began to run fingertips over their bodies, touching hips and breasts and necks and faces, their eyes growing hungry for more. Trina's hands came to Julie's tits and began to massage them through her dress, squeezing and rubbing them in slow circles, while Julie let her head fall back and her eyes close, allowing the other woman to enjoy the feel of her body. I loved the way she offered herself for her lover's pleasure, freely and without inhibition or hesitation. "Will you take her dress off for me, Xavier?" Trina asked me. "No, don't get up… I'll bring her to you." Led by Trina's hand, Julie sat at the edge of the sofa and pulled her hair up to one side. I found the zipper down low on her back, as the dress was cut with a deep scoop that went down below where her bra strap would have been. There was also a hook up high on her neck, and I released it as well. The dress dropped off her shoulders, revealing satin lace straps that held up… whatever she was wearing underneath. I couldn't see it yet. Trina helped her back up, holding the dress up on Julia's front as she turned her around to face me. "I want you to have a good view," she said with a smile, and let the dress go. The straps were part of a violet bustier that held Julie's awesome tits up high on a satin shelf, pointing her uncovered nipples straight out from her chest and enhancing her gorgeous bust to its full potential. The bright purple color, an unusual choice for a redhead, served to draw attention to her body (as if she needed help with that) and kept one's eyes drawn to her physical assets. It was cut high over the hips, lengthening her legs even further than they already were, and then plunged down through her crotch and back up between her cheeks on the other side (she turned around to show me). It was probably the sexiest and most appealing bit of fabric I'd ever seen, on a woman who made it look as hot as it ever could. "I think he likes it," Julie said. "I love the way it shows off your tits," Trina said, cupping Julie's large melons with both hands. "Can I lick them? Please?" "Mmm, I was hoping you would," Julie smiled, turning to the side and offering up her breasts to her lover. Trina bent down slightly and licked boldly and firmly directly up and over Julie's left nipple, then blew gently over it to make it harden. Holding eye contact all the while, she did the same to the other breast and then pursed her lips around the little bud to suck and kiss. Julie smiled down at her, stroking Trina's hair with one hand and feeling her body through her dress with the other. When Trina moistened her lips and began to rub them over the nipples without sucking, Julie's smile faded and her eyelids grew heavy with lust. "You like that, don't you?" Trina whispered. "Yes…" Julie breathed, her own lips trembling. Trina licked a wet tongue over Julie's pink nipple, leaving it shiny and glistening, and then stroked her panting mouth over the sensitive bud, back and forth, up and down, and in circles, letting her soft lips provide all the stimulation. Julie's knees began to go noticeably weak, and her eyelids fluttered closed. I stood up and got behind her to help hold her up. Trina winked her approval at me and continued her gentle, sensual caress, while Julie moaned and relaxed her body back into me. I touched the sides of her breasts and began to gently stroke them in small circles as Trina stroked her warm and wet lips over one breast and then the other. Looking down over Julie's shoulder into Trina's eyes gave me the perfect view of a woman pleasuring another woman through her tits, and I could feel the soft warmth of Julie's breathy moans against my face. With her hot red lips so close, I couldn't resist kissing them. Julie barely responded, and I actually enjoyed her passively soft lips; she seemed to be so turned on that she had lost all sense of what was happening to her. I wondered if she might enjoy the same kind of kiss that I found exciting, and so ran my tongue over her panting lips in circles, licking with a wet but feather-light touch. She gasped, shuddered, and her legs buckled beneath her. Trina and I squeezed her between us to keep her from falling. Another tongue touched Julia's lips as Trina rose to join our delicate kiss, and Julie shivered again, panting fast and hard, her hands clenching tightly in Trina's hair. After a long moment, Julie moaned a long sigh of pleasure and finally moved to return the kiss, extending her tongue to touch mine and Trina's, and putting a hand back to encircle my neck. "I've never come like that before," she breathed when we parted slightly. "God, that was so hot… so good…" "Did you really come?" Trina asked. "Mmm-hm," Julie said, smiling with the sheer pleasure of the moment. "I didn't know I could do that, just from my tits. I think it was that tongue on my lips that put me over the edge, though… we have to do that again sometime!" She opened her sparkling eyes and looked up at me. "I hope you don't mind my coming so soon. I was just so excited, I couldn't help myself. Besides…" her smile faded, "my pussy will be so much wetter now for when you fuck me." She kissed me again, this time deeply and passionately, with full tongue and eager lips. I felt Trina back away, and moved my hands up over Julie's breasts to feel them and enjoy their size and firmness. Her hands slipped over the top of mine to encourage me, and we massaged her tits together. I took my lead from her and found that she liked them squeezed, but not to hard, and she was most sensitive in the pink aureola just under her nipples. I imagined how it must have felt for her when Trina tickled her there with her moist, pouting lips. I knew her orgasm had been real; I had felt the goose bumps on her skin, and I had seen her cheeks flush and her body tremble. I vowed that I would see them both in such a state before the night was through, and that I would take them there. Julie pulled away from the kiss and let her neck relax. "Well, would you look at that?" she said with a smirk as she faced forward again. I looked as well, and saw that Trina had disrobed, though not entirely. Just as Julie had chosen an unusual color for her lingerie, violet against her pale skin and vivid copper hair, Trina had selected something that I had never thought would work for her; but it did. It was similar to Julie's, holding her breasts on a high shelf and plunging down between her legs in a v-shape that accentuated her legs. It was also a vivid electric blue, so bright that it seemed to glow in the dark. Dream Vacation Pt. 07 "Do you like it?" she asked, turning around slowly. "It's fantastic," I said appreciatively. "I think it's your turn to get undressed," Julie said, turning to face me. "Oh, I want to help too," Trina insisted as she rushed up to Julie's side. Together they unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my belt, and it was a relief when Trina slid my pants down to finally let my rock-hard member free of its confinement. Once Julie finished sliding my shirt off, she dropped to her knees next to Trina, and they both looked up at me, their faces close together and close to my cock. "I think you know what's coming next," Julie said with an impish grin. "Or rather, who is coming next." The girls turned to kiss each other, long and slowly, dragging out the sense of anticipation. Lips and tongues caressed and they touched each other's bodies, seemingly ignoring me standing over them or my ready and fully erect cock only a half-inch from their faces. Just as I began to wonder if they'd forgotten me, they pulled apart, stared up at me with hungry eyes, and in perfect unison licked a long, wet, slow double stroke from the root of my member all the way to the tip. I managed to stay on my feet. Their lips and tongues met around the head of my cock and they kissed again, but this time with me in between them. I felt their tongues slide around me to touch each other, the heat of their mouths and the softness of their lips. Then Trina took over, and with the same skill and passion she had displayed on the first evening we met, slid her lips far down my cock until she had swallowed half my length into her hungry mouth, sucking firmly to draw me in deeper still, while Julie licked her way down the remaining length of my shaft. Both of them stared up at me, their eyes burning with need. I am not naturally drawn to dominance games, but there was no denying the intense turn-on of having both these beautiful and sexy women on their knees, serving my desires with total submission. I knew that if I wanted to come on them that they would eagerly offer themselves, willingly taking my cream on their lips and licking it off each other as if my essence itself fed their desire. It was my own reluctance that held me back; I preferred not to kiss a woman after she had swallowed my come, and I wanted very much to enjoy kissing both of these women a good deal more before the evening was done. Still, the continuous stimulation they offered would render me helpless to resist if I let it go on. I put my hands down for them to take and they accepted, allowing me to help them both to their feet. We kissed together, standing, all of us rubbing and caressing each other's bodies in mutual embrace, reveling in the feeling of shameless lust -- HHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKK!! We all flinched, stumbling away from each other, startled by the sudden blast of an air horn. It sounded again, and I felt the floor move beneath me. Julie recovered first, chuckling. "I guess we're getting underway," she said. "I thought I felt us moving a moment ago, but I couldn't be sure whether it was the boat or just my head spinning with lust." I shook my head as if to clear it. "I hope the captain doesn't feel the need to do that again," I muttered. "Don't worry," Trina said. "I can hear the engine, he's giving it nearly full throttle. We're in open water now. Guess he wants to make good time so we can have as much time as possible on the island tomorrow. It's a break for him too, since all the guests always leave the ship and there's no need to worry about someone sneaking onboard or something." "Well, that broke the mood a bit, but I'm sure we can get right back into it," Julie said. "Still, as long as we're not currently overcome with sexual desire, why don't we take a moment and open the champagne?" "Sounds like a good idea," I agreed, and went to pull the bottle from the ice bucket stand by the bed. "Xavier, don't be silly!" Trina said, steering me toward the balcony instead. "Let us serve you tonight. It would be our pleasure. You go and enjoy a moment under the stars." "In case you hadn't noticed, I don't have any clothes on," I protested as she tried to push me gently outside. "There you go, being silly again. First of all, you've got nothing to hide, sexy man. Second, no one can see you anyway, not now that we're away from shore. It's impossible to see this deck from below, and the only thing above is the bridge -- and there aren't any windows that look out to the stern. You'll have total privacy and the open air. It doesn't get better." I gave in and allowed Trina to lead me out. The deck was fairly large, with a big and comfortable-looking double-wide lounge chair under an umbrella. Since the cover wasn't necessary, I took it down, and noted that Trina was right; the deck existed in total privacy. The lights of the island receded behind the ship as we pulled away into the night. The breeze was comfortable, and though I felt a bit chilled I was sure it was purely psychological from being nude in the open air. I lay back on the lounge and watched the stars grow brighter as the lights from the island faded. The only distraction was the low growl of the engine. Then suddenly, that noise vanished. I looked up; we were still churning up the water. Then Julie appeared to my right, sitting down on the lounge beside me and handing me one of the two flutes she held. "It's so quiet," I remarked. "They have some kind of active noise suppression installed," Julie said. "I don't understand how it works, myself. Something to do with those speakers on the edge of the deck. I just now switched them on." "Nice touch," I said, nodding approvingly. Trina sat at the other side, also holding a champagne glass. "Here's to… what, then?" she asked. "Nice touches," Julie suggested with a smirk. We clinked glasses and each drank it down in a single draft. Julie collected the flutes and set them on a shelf behind the lounge, and then both girls slid up to either side of me. "So… let's do some nice touching, then," Trina said. The girls kissed each other, and then me, and we were back in our three-way embrace, enjoying lips and tongues and bodies in the warm night breezes of the Caribbean. For a long time we stayed just like that, the women lying over the top of me with their legs intertwined over mine and their breasts pressing against my bare chest, kissing passionately and stroking sensitive skin. After a while of this sort of thing, though, I began to feel ready for something more intense. I also wanted to enjoy the physical beauty of my women by watching them together. "I want to try a new position," I whispered. Immediately, both girls sat up and looked ready. "What do you want us to do?" Julie asked. "Both of you kneel, here and here," I said, patting the lounge to either side of me. "And your legs should be apart." The girls took their positions, and I noted with satisfaction that they were sufficiently close to each other and that they knelt right above my outstretched hands. "Now, I want you to kiss and make out," I said. "Touch each other wherever you want to. Focus on each other, not on me." They smiled, turned sideways to each other, and began kissing. Trina stroked Julie's leg with one hand and into her deep cleavage with the other, while Julie's hands went straight for Trina's tits. I enjoyed the beautiful sight of lesbians making love for a while, then deliberately reached up between each woman's legs and touched a wet pussy on both sides. They gasped with the contact, even though they must have expected it. What I hadn't expected was to find a small row of little fasteners at the crotch of each girl's lingerie, and with a little deft manipulation I opened them and thus granted myself full access to each naked pussy. The women moaned as I found their clits and began to softly stroke back and forth, lubricated by their own secretions. As Julie was the taller, it was easy enough for Trina to lower her lips to her lover's tits and begin licking and gently rubbing her lips over the sweet nipples. Julie threw her head back and let her hair blow around her in the breeze, moaning without shame and giving in fully to the sense of pleasure. Then she encouraged Trina to rise up slightly, and spread her knees wider over my probing hand to lower herself so that she could return the attention. Her red lips sucked and pulled at Trina's large nipples fiercely and urgently, and soon Trina was moaning even louder than Julie had. I slipped a finger inside each tight little pussy, followed by another, and then began sliding in and out of them. The women above me leaned into each other, touching tits and lips, hands seeking out pleasure points on the other's body. It was an intense display, made all the hotter because I was part of it, increasing their lust. As I began to work my thumbs on their clits while I thrust in and out of their pussies, the Trina and Julie both began to moan more urgently, until they both cried out in shared ecstasy and shivered with the release of climax. For a long moment they clung fiercely to one another, gasping for breath, and then they suddenly and desperately sought each other's lips and kissed as deeply and passionately as my wildest fantasies could have imagined. I slid my fingers out of their wet pussies, and the girls turned to look at me, their eyes wild and their mouths panting. "That was hot," Julie breathed. "You fucked us so good!" "Did you like fucking your women together?" Trina asked as she lowered herself down over me. "I'll bet you did, sexy lover…" "Mmm, my pussy is still hungry for your cock," Julie whispered as her body came down beside Trina's. The girls kissed me with eager tongues, and though I wanted to thrust my cock into one of them right then and there, I also wanted to pull the evening's pleasures out for as long as possible. So, I simply enjoyed my favorite way to kiss for a while, and then indicated to the girls that I wanted to get up. "Where are we going?" Trina asked. "Back inside," I replied, "to the bed." * * * * * Once inside, the girls stripped completely nude, shedding their lingerie and stockings. I had always been a fan of satin and lace, but somehow their totally bare skin was even more appealing; it was as if the last bit of pretense toward cover had been swept away, and they were ready for anything that came next. Trina made another gesture in that direction by lying down on the bed with her legs spread wide open. "Let's fuck some more," she said conversationally, as if suggesting a good movie to watch. Suddenly, I had an idea for a great new position, a way that I really could pleasure both girls together and enjoy penetration at the same time. "Trina," I said, "could you slide down a little on the bed, so your ass is right on the edge?" "Sure!" she said brightly, scooting herself down. "What are you up to, anyway?" "You'll see," I said. "Now Julie, I'd like you to do this…" I motioned Julie over and whispered in her ear. She gasped slightly, with her hand over her mouth, as she heard what I had in mind. Then she turned to me and nodded, winking and smiling. "I think I'm going to like this," Trina said. "Trust me, you'll love it," Julie replied knowingly. She approached the bed and spread her legs wide over Trina's, laying down so that their tits pressed together, and waited. I stepped up behind Julie and between Trina's legs, ensuring that the tip of my cock nestled properly just inside Julie's labia, ready to thrust deep, with Trina's engorged clit touching me just below. "What are you going to do to me?" Trina whispered, quivering with anticipation. "It's what you're going to do to me," Julie breathed back in a heady, seductive voice. "You're going to fuck me, baby." "I'm… what?" Trina asked, her eyes going wide. "Come on, lover… fuck my pussy," Julie moaned. "I need you inside me!" I felt Trina tentatively raise her hips, and at the same moment I slid half my length into Julia's tender wetness. My shaft rubbed over the top of Trina's clit as I thrust, and Trina gasped out loud, her legs tensing tightly. "Oh Trina, you feel so good in my cunt," Julie moaned. "Give it to me deeper, please… penetrate me, fuck me deep inside, fuck me hard!" As if unable to believe what was happening, Trina tentatively rocked her hips one time, in and out. I copied her motions and slid my cock in and out of Julie, stroking Trina's clit at the same time, transferring my pleasure into her. "That's it, Trina… more, please!" Julie whispered. Trina needed no more encouragement. She drew in a deep breath, clenched her hands on Julie's bottom, and thrust upward suddenly and fiercely with her hips. I thrust hard into Julie at the same time and both girls cried out loud with intense pleasure. Julia arched her back and drove my cock into her even deeper. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Trina!" She thrust her hips in and out, in and out; and I did the same, stimulating her clit while performing as her surrogate lover. For a moment Julie whipped her hair aside and applied sucking lips to Trina's neck, and I saw Trina's face, her eyes glazed with rapture, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She was living her fantasy, and I had made it possible. "Tell me how it feels to fuck my cunt, Trina," Julie hissed through clenched teeth. "Do you like to thrust into me, penetrate me, give it to me deep and hard?" "Yes… yes… yes!!" Trina moaned as she thrust again and again. Julie's lips found Trina's ear, whispering words only she could hear, words that excited her more and more. "I'm fucking you," Trina moaned as Julia softly but urgently encouraged her on. "Oh Julie, I'm fucking you… it feels so hot… I can feel myself inside you, I'm going to come deep inside your pussy! Oh God, I'm fucking your cunt and I'm going to come in your cunt!" "Come for me now!" Julie cried. Trina thrust deep one last time and I shot my cream into Julie for her, the three of us reaching an intense, powerful climax at the same moment. The women nearly screamed in ecstasy; I may have as well, I couldn't tell. A fog seemed to fall over me, a haze of pleasure that took away my consciousness, and the next moment found the three of us tangled up together on the bed, holding and kissing and stroking and touching as if the force of sexual desire had made animals of us. I found Trina's legs spread over me, and instinctively thrust upward with my still-hard cock, plunging into her while sucking Julie's tongue into my mouth. I felt Trina's legs swing wide around and encircle my waist as she pulled me up until she was sitting on my lap, plunging up and down as enthusiastically as she had thrust into Julie a moment before. Julie, who had pulled away for a moment to help us into our new position, reappeared beside us on her knees, and Trina and I each took a succulent breast to lick and kiss and enjoy while we fucked each other. One of my hands encircled Julie's thigh, and I felt her touching herself to increase her own pleasure. The other hand found Trina's breasts, rubbing and caressing them. Again, we came together, crying out in shared climax. Again came the haze of pleasure, drowning out all conscious thought or sensation. When I regained my senses again, I found the women on either side of me, legs thrown over the top of mine, hands holding each other on my chest. We were all drenched with sweat and saliva and each other's secretions, almost exhausted and unable to move more than to catch our breath. * * * * * "That," Trina said as she lay back across my shoulder in the bubbling hot tub, "was absolutely the most intense fuck I've ever had." "Definitely up in my personal top ten," Julie added, sipping her champagne. We had been unable to move for some time after finishing, and then Julie had called for maid service and encouraged us to spend a few minutes relaxing in the hot tub, finishing off the champagne. Susie Q had changed out the sheets for us, and we were once again left alone (though she kissed both the girls before she left). "Really?" I asked. "I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I know you've both had quite a lot of sex in your life. It was that good?" Trina turned herself around and looked into my eyes, her expression serious and earnest. "You made a fantasy come real for me that I thought was impossible," she said. "For a moment, I really was inside her… fucking her…" Trina shivered, in spite of the warmth of the tub. "Yes, it really was that good." "That would explain why it was so good for me," I said, and kissed Trina softly on the lips. "I'm happy to have been a part of it," Julie said. "Both of you really know how to love a woman." I kissed Julie as well, and then both girls together. For a long moment we let our tongues and lips play together between us, and then I felt Trina relax completely in my arms. Her eyes closed, and she dropped her head onto my chest. "I think she fell asleep," I whispered to Julie. "I think we're all about to," she replied, switching off the jets and bubbles. "Come on, let's go to bed, lover. I don't know what we can do tomorrow that can top tonight… but tonight is definitely done." Dream Vacation Pt. 08 Dream Vacation Pt. 08 The boat made its way quickly toward shore, and I began to make out details on the beach. There seemed to be a simple cabin up on a rock, overlooking the ocean but otherwise submerged in a forest of palms. The cabin had a large open deck, and was made mostly of thick lengths of bamboo, reeds, and palm fronds. A natural lagoon kept the ocean waves from hitting the beach with force, and into that calm and clear water our boat traveled. A short pier extended into the lagoon, and there Trina waited for us. She still didn't have a stitch on her. The boat pulled up, and Trina reached a hand down to help both of us out. Nikita went first, rather nervously, and then I followed. "Mr. Xavier," Trina said warmly, "Welcome to the Isle of Lesbos! I hope you'll enjoy your stay, and the honor of being our very first male guest." "I certainly am honored, though I'm not entirely clear on how I came by such good fortune." "Oh, hasn't anyone told you?" Trina smiled warmly as we stepped from the pier onto a smooth boardwalk that led up to the cabin. "You see, our resort has always catered to women who want to explore their lesbian desires in utmost privacy and seclusion. However, we have found that some among our guests have expressed desire for a man's companionship as well, and so we made use of our contacts at other resorts to find the kind of man we needed. You came very highly recommended from the escorts at Fantasy Vacations, Mr. Xavier; they all spoke of your charm and your sexual prowess. And so, the invitation went to you, and we're so pleased you accepted." "I'll do my best to live up to my reputation," I said with a shrug. "Please, Mr. Xavier, don't feel like you have any obligation. You're our guest, no more and no less. We certainly could have hired a male escort, but our ladies preferred a real man. Please, come with me." Trina slipped her hand through my arm, and I noticed that Nikita still hadn't let go on the other side, so I walked with both girls over the path that led up to the cabin. "Here at the Isle of Lesbos, we have essentially one rule, which is that you can do whatever you want. Guests come here to shed their inhibitions and free themselves from the constraints of society. I'm sure you noticed my choice of attire, or lack thereof; that's just to make the point of how isolated we are here, and the level of freedom you can enjoy on our private island. Now, of course, we expect that our guests won't act in ways that would cause severe discomfort to our other guests, but we also feel that those who come here do so with an open mind and are prepared for new experiences. For instance –" Trina paused, turned to face Nikita, and suddenly moved in and kissed her full on the lips. "Mmph!" Nikita cried, her voice muffled by Trina's embrace. Trina didn't back off but instead intensified the kiss, forcing her tongue into Nikita's mouth. After a moment's struggle, Nikita closed her eyes, relaxed, and let it happen. When Trina pulled away, Nikita seemed to try to follow her for a moment, then opened glazed eyes and stared at Trina in sheer confusion. "Most women have lesbian desires, but lack the opportunity or the ability to express them," she said. "I do hope that you will take this opportunity to find the pleasure to be had in another woman, Miss Nikita." "I... I'm not a guest, Miss Trina," Nikita whispered. "I'm here as Mr. Xavier's personal secretary." "Nonsense. There is no work to do on this island. Once here, you are a guest, like it or not, and I fully expect you to lose some of those inhibitions. Now then, where were we? Ah yes, new experiences. Mr. Xavier, please feel free to indulge yourself however you see fit, through the amenities of the island or the courtesy of our other guests. You may also come across Akimi and Kiko, who are in fact native to this island and stay with us permanently as part of a mutual agreement. Like I said, we are unused to having a man as our guest, and normally you would not be welcome, but today an exception has been made for these particular guests. I understand that some of them have actually never enjoyed a man's sexual attentions before." We arrived at the cabin, which was essentially a large open space with a bar, a dance floor, several oversized hammocks and cushions all around, and a single door that led to the only fully-enclosed part of the building, which I assumed was the restroom. Around behind the back wall, I could hear splashing noises and women's voices, generally laughing and having a good time. "Now, if I may say so, Miss Nikita," Trina went on, "you do seem a bit overdressed. Of course you may wear whatever you want, but I think you'll find that suit to be a bit warm after a while." "I'm afraid I didn't bring a swimsuit," Nikita said, "and besides, it would be best for me to dress in a way that allows me to perform my work, which is to serve Mr. Xavier in whatever capacity he requires." Trina raised an eyebrow. "Really? Perhaps we could find you a French Maid's outfit?" Nikita didn't seem fazed. "If Mr. Xavier were to require that of me, I would gladly do it. And before you ask, I find my work completely satisfying and would not trade it for anything. It is my pleasure to assist Mr. Xavier in all his needs. I am well-paid, I consider myself fortunate to be in his employ, and accompanying him on his travels is both exciting and stimulating. He has never asked of me anything that I am not perfectly willing to provide, nor can I conceive of him ever doing so. I specifically requested this duty knowing full well what might be required of me on an island dedicated to sexual recreation." Trina backed away, hands raised. "Far be it from me to stand in the way of your duties," she said. I felt a little disconcerted by Nikita's fierce, almost slavish loyalty. "Nikita, you should dress in whatever manner you feel most comfortable," I suggested. "And please, if you wish, indulge yourself a little while we're on the island. I want you to have a good time while we're here." "Of course, Mr. Xavier," she said, and took two steps toward Trina to pull her into a close embrace and return the kiss she'd gotten a moment before. This time is was Trina who gasped with sudden surprise, and involuntarily tried to pull away from Nikita, who didn't let her back away as much as a half-inch. Then, just as Trina started to relax into the kiss, Nikita pulled back, leaving Trina standing there with her tongue half-extended into a warm and wet mouth that was suddenly no longer there. Then, with no outward indication of having been flustered other than to adjust her glasses, Nikita headed off to the restroom. At the door, she turned around for a moment. "With your permission, sir, I'll get changed in here." "By all means," I replied. She nodded and closed the door behind her. Trina exhaled. "Well! Never be deceived by appearances, I suppose. So, do you have any questions at all, Mr. Xavier?" "I, um, don't think so." "Well then, I suggest you start by heading out back to the waterfall. That's where you'll find most of the other guests, I imagine. The bar is open all the time and you can just help yourself, or I can serve you. For that matter, I assume Nikita would be happy to do so. Your time is yours to spend as you see fit." I stepped up close to Trina and kissed her, to which she responded with eagerness and excitement, parting my shirt and pulling me against her so I could feel her naked breasts against my skin. We kissed for some time before I let her go. "Thanks, Trina," I said, hoping that she would understand that I meant that not only as the guest at the Isle of Lesbos, but as her guest for my vacation, expressing gratitude for the elaborate fantasy which she and the others had set up for me. "Our pleasure," she said, and I knew she got it. "Now, go out there and show these ladies what a man is good for." * * * * * I felt apprehensive walking out behind the cabin, not knowing quite what to expect. When I came around the split-bamboo wall, I found myself struck with the natural beauty of the place – and not just that of the women present. The cabin backed up to a sparkling pool, surrounded on all sides by palms and green foliage. A cascade of water poured over an outcropping of rock that formed a part of the cliff side to the back of the pond, and it looked as though one could swim under the waterfall into a small cave. It was a scene straight from a travel poster of a tropical paradise. On one side were a series of lounge chairs, made of native materials, as well as a double-wide hammock. Of course, I saw the women there as well. Julie and Evelyn sat together in the hammock, watching the pond while absently stroking each others' bodies. Actually, they seemed not to be watching the pond as much as Staci and Akimi frolicking together, splashing water on each other and laughing. Susie reclined on one of the hammocks, allowing Kiko to massage her feet (I still couldn't actually tell Akimi and Kiko apart, actually). "Attention, ladies!" called Trina's voice, next to me. "As promised, we have here our special guest for the day, the first man ever to visit the Isle of Lesbos! I'm sure he will provide us all with pleasure and excitement, as we will for him. Please make him feel welcome, as I am sure he must be more than a little nervous about all this!" Trina turned to me, and said more quietly, "Why don't you just go down there and meet the ladies? I'm sure you'll enjoy their company." I made my way down the brief incline and over to where the chairs were set up, as all the women watched me. I felt very self-conscious, but also a little excited by the attention – which made me even more self-conscious as my cock pitched a very definite tent in my swimsuit. By the time I was standing among the women, I had a raging hard-on in anticipation of whatever was coming next. What came next was that Susie Q stood up and walked around me, looking me up and down as if inspecting my body to see if it was to her liking. Then she stopped in front of me, took off her sunglasses, and smiled smugly. "Hi there, handsome," she said, a hint of southern twang in her voice. "Hi yourself," I said. "Let me tell you why I come here," she smiled, stepping forward and crossing her wrists behind my head. "Most of the time, I have to pretend to be Little-Miss-Perfect so I don't embarrass the family none. But I got me a wild streak that just won't stay quiet. Like, when he sent me off to boardin' school 'cause I was flirtin' with all the guys, I just started flirtin' with the gals instead. When he brung me back home and hired some gal to look after me, I had her lickin' my honeypot inside o' three weeks. 'Course he knew he couldn't hire no man to watch me, 'cause I'd be bouncin' on him in no time at all. "So, Daddy finally figured that if I was gonna run wild, I was gonna do it where ain't nobody gonna see me do it, so he up and sends me down here. Funny how he picked a spot where it's all gals, but I think he was more worried about me runnin' off with some dude than he was about me lickin' clitty. But when I heard that they was gonna bring a man down here, well, I just knew I had to be there for that, 'cause it's been a long time since I felt somethin' hot 'n' hard inside me..." Susie reached down and stroked my cock as she said it, and gave me a sultry wink. "Throttle back, there, tigress," Julie said from the hammock. "Hi, I'm Julie, and this is Evelyn, my lover. We come here all the time so we can do what we want to each other and not have people staring at us like we're deviants or something." "But we do like to be watched when the one doing the watching gets hot by it," Evelyn purred as she reached under Julie's swimsuit top to rub and caress a smooth, pink breast. "And, we're thinking about getting a man between us from time to time, so we thought we'd try it out and see what we think," Julie continued. "We've never shared a cock, you see." "I hear you have a special way of making a woman feel like she's really fucking her lesbian lover," Evelyn said, licking her lips. "I want to try that." "Damn straight you do," Trina said as she came up from behind me. She pressed a drink into my hand and continued on to the pool, where she helped Staci climb out. The petite brunette still had her hair in braids and wore her pink bikini, which along with her shy smile made her look young and vulnerable. She allowed Trina to guide her over to where we all stood. "This is Staci," Trina said. "She's a little shy, as you can see. Staci, unfortunately, is the product of a strict Catholic upbringing which kept her from so much as seeing a man who wasn't wearing a clerical collar until she was eighteen. Her mother thinks she's on a religious retreat, but she really came here to learn about sex before she goes off to college. My girls have shown her the basics, but there are some things they can't teach her... like what it feels like to have a real man inside her." "I'm a virgin," Staci whispered, hardly daring to look at me. "I... I hope you'll be gentle with me, because it's my very first time." "We're all here to help you, Staci," Trina assured her. "Isn't that right, ladies?" "I'm certain that Mr. Xavier will give you exactly what you need," said Nikita's voice from behind me. I turned around, and saw my secretary coming down from the cabin. Nikita had apparently chosen to simply shed her outer clothing and wore only her bra and panties, both of which were white and had the look of simple cotton. Her huge breasts seemed to strain at the fabric as if they were pushing to escape. She had kept her glasses on and her hair up in a bun; the only other change she had made was to color her lips a bright red. "Mmm, fresh pussy," Susie purred. "Come on over and give us a kiss, lover." "Shall I?" Nikita asked me. "Um, sure," I said. "Thank you." She stepped up to Susie Q and embraced her, sliding her tongue smoothly into the blonde girl's mouth. The women on the hammock sat back together to watch the show, and Staci's eyes grew wide as she felt the involuntary reactions of her young body to the exciting scene. I noticed Trina whisper something to Akimi and Kiko, and they giggled together before running back into the pool. Finally, Nikita and Susie let each other up for air. "Mmm, you kiss good," Susie said. "And I love those pretty titties of yours. Maybe y'all might come over here with me and play for a while?" "Only if it's all right with Mr. Xavier," Nikita said. "Oh, I'm sure he won't mind," Susie assured her, looking at me and running her tongue over already wet lips. "Not at all," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Er, Nikita, I'd like you to go ahead and do whatever you want to with Susie. Or, for that matter, whatever she wants to do." Susie smiled much wider. "I'm gonna have to do somethin' real nice for you later, X-man," she said to me, and went back to kissing Nikita with enthusiasm. We all watched them for a while, and then I felt Julie's presence close behind me. "They're not going anywhere," she said. "Why don't you come over here with me and Evelyn, and we can get a little... better acquainted." Julie guided me back over to the hammock, where Evelyn waited. She had taken her top off, and her fingertips circled her nipples as she watched Nikita and Susie getting it on. I reclined next to her, and she rolled over slightly so that I could feel her body next to me. Julie lay down on the other side. "So, I couldn't help but notice that the new girl does whatever you say," Evelyn said. "Do the two of you have some kind of dominant/submissive thing, or something?" "Actually, she's just my secretary," I said. "She takes her job very seriously, though." "So there's nothing sexual between you?" Julie asked. "No... but I'm beginning to think that it's only because I've never asked!" "She's really hot," Evelyn purred. "I love the look with the glasses, and the hair all tied up. It makes her seem all conservative and even frigid, but look at how much she loves it when Susie rubs her tits!" Nikita certainly was loving it. Susie had sat back down on her lounge chair with Nikita in front of her, and she was reaching around to caress the brunette's melon-sized mounds. Nikita's eyes were closed and she panted heavily rolling her head back to moan softly when Susie's fingertips tickled over her nipples, which had begun to point noticeably through the thin white cotton of her top. That gave me an idea, and I called Akimi over and whispered in her ear. She giggled and went down to the pool, slipped off her coconuts, and filled them with water. "What's she doing?" Julie whispered in my ear. "Just watch," I said. "Nikita, please keep your eyes closed. I want to give you a little surprise." "Of course... Mr. Xavier..." she said between deep breaths. Akimi approached Nikita softly, and then without warning poured the water from her coconuts over Nikita's breasts. The sexy brunette gasped and moaned with the sudden sensation, and arched her back high as the water trickled over her body. The result was just as I'd hoped; her wet top clung to her skin and turned sheer, showing her nipples prominently through the fabric. The girls laughed and even cheered. Nikita opened her eyes long enough to see Akimi in front of her and pulled her in for an intense kiss, reaching up to feel the Asian girl's naked tits at the same time. Kiko, not wanting to be left out, approached Susie from the side and began kissing her at the same time. "You like to watch, don't you?" Evelyn whispered into my ear. "You like watching pretty women kissing and touching each other?" I couldn't find my voice. All I could do was nod. "Come on, tell me," Evelyn insisted. "Just say that you love watching lesbians getting hot together, and I'll give you something else to watch. I'll do this sweet redheaded lesbo slut right here, with you between us the whole time." My throat was dry. I tried to speak, but I could only whisper hoarsely. Akimi and Kiko were both sucking hard on Nikita's tits now, right through the sheer fabric of her top, and Nikita leaned back into Susie and licked at the blonde slut's tongue over her shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Trina and Staci were simply sitting and watching, touching themselves to both soothe and enhance their own excitement. "...Yes," I managed to say, at last. "I need to hear more than that, stallion," Evelyn scolded. "Or maybe, you don't really want to watch me fuck this bitch. Let me hear what you want!" I swallowed hard, and looked Evelyn in the eyes – eyes that were smoldering with barely-contained lust. "I want to watch you kiss and lick and fuck your lesbian lover," I managed to say at last. "Damn fuckin' right, you do," she said with a smile, and leaned over the top of me to meet Julie's lips. Their mouths came together open with tongues already extended, sliding together with the practiced ease of women who had kissed each other thousands of times, but with eagerness and urgency that spoke of how they still craved each other's touch. They were so close that I could have joined them, but I resisted the temptation and simply watched as wet, hungry mouths sucked at each other, crimson lips on crimson lips. I felt their hands as well, the way they stroked each other's bodies, feeling legs and tits and running their fingers through long, silky hair. Evelyn took my hand at one moment and brought it over between Julia's legs, where I felt her wetness through her tiny bikini bottoms. I felt the strings loosen as Evelyn pulled the knots out, and then the small gesture toward modesty came free, and Julie's pussy was naked. My hand was moved over the top of her wet cunt, and then Evelyn slipped a slim finger between mine, into Julie's pussy lips, and deep inside her. Dream Vacation Pt. 08 Julie moaned, arched her back, and their kiss was broken. Without missing a beat, Evelyn transferred her lips to mine, and I felt the same unleashed passion that she had given to her lesbian lover. Her tongue thrust deep into my mouth and her thighs squeezed my leg as her own pussy felt the need for penetration. "Fuck her with me," Evelyn whispered, her lips never losing contact with my own. Evelyn's hand, on top of mine which rested over Julia's wet and waiting cunt, showed me what she meant. Her middle finger pushed down on mine and together we slid into Julia's sex, and Julia's lips moaned into my ear as we slowly fucked her together. "I'm coming," Julia whispered. "Oh, fuck me, I'm coming!" I felt her pussy tighten, and the warm wetness of her secretions made Evelyn's hand slippery against mine. As Julie squirmed with the pleasure of climax, Evelyn turned our faces to the side and brought her back into our kiss, and I felt the tongues of both women together. After a long and luscious kiss, Evelyn pulled my hand away from Julia's cunt and then rolled away slightly, placing her finger in Julia's mouth and mine in her own, sucking the sweet honey. "Now I want some," she whispered hoarsely, and lay back slightly, opening her legs to reveal a waiting pussy. Julia took my other hand and placed it on Evelyn's sex, and in the same way before I fingered a hot slut with her lesbian lover. This time I heard Evelyn's moans and felt Julia's lips and probing tongue in my mouth, as together we fucked Evelyn until she, too, burned hotly with the rush of climax. Again the girls kissed me together, and Julie licked my moistened hand while Evelyn sucked her own juices off Julie's finger. Then, to my surprise, the girls stood up, leaving me behind in the hammock. They embraced face-to-face and kissed deeply, Julia bowing her head as Evelyn was rather smaller than she. Their bodies were turned slightly to face me, so I could see their tits and lips touching, but neither of them made a move toward me or a gesture of invitation. "Um, I'd kind of like a little attention too, ladies," I said. They looked down at me, smiling. "Oh, Xavier," Evelyn said, "we're lesbians. We let you watch, and we even let you feel, but I never said we would make you come." "Sorry, Stallion," Julie said with a shrug. "But think about it, do you really want to shoot your load now? I mean, think of the sweet pussies that you can fuck on this island. There's Nikita, Staci, Susie... wouldn't you rather come inside of them?" I could see their point, really. After all, I had already done both of the women who now stood in front of me, acting out their part as lesbian lovers. It would be a shame if I didn't have the chance to fuck all of the others, the ones I hadn't felt yet. The more I thought about it, the more I appreciated how they had brought me to the edge and then stepped me back from it. "Ladies, you're absolutely right," I concurred. "We knew you'd see it our way," Evelyn said as she ducked her head slightly to lick at Julie's nipples. "By the way," I said, looking around, "Where did everybody go?" The pool was essentially deserted. Sometime during my session with Julie and Evelyn, everyone had left the vicinity and I had never noticed. "Well, we have to eat sometime," Julie explained. "Something besides pussy, I mean. Everyone's gone for lunch." * * * * * We returned to the cabin, the women allowing me to escort them arm-in-arm. My cock ached with the need for release, but I was satisfied with the way my latest encounter had gone; it was rather enjoyable to be teased, and I couldn't deny that the ladies had given me one hell of a fun ride. It was actually rather thoughtful of them to keep their heads while I lost mine; it would be better to thoroughly enjoy the hot fucking that was yet to come for the afternoon. "Mr. Xavier! Sir!" Nikita came running out of the cabin towards me. Her bra and panties were still wet and clinging to her like a second skin, but her hair had fallen into a certain disarray and her glasses were a bit crooked. "Mr. Xavier, please forgive me, I never should have left you! Are you all right, is there anything you need?" "It's perfectly fine, Nikita. Please don't worry about it." "No, I've been shamefully neglectful of my duties," she insisted. "Please, let me accompany you to your table." She turned a cold stare upon Evelyn and Julie. "Excuse me, ladies." The girls to either side of me looked at each other, shrugged, and let me go. As they walked past Nikita on either side, however, they both let a hand stroke past her breasts, and Nikita shuddered involuntarily with the sudden pleasure of the touch. "Miss Nikita," I said as I allowed her to take my arm, "please tell me... are you enjoying yourself?" "Of course, Mr. Xavier... I always enjoy fulfilling my duties as your assistant." "No, that's not what I meant. I mean, do you appreciate the sexual offers being made to you by the women here on the island?" "Er... well, I can't deny that I find it pleasurable, sir... but it's also distracting me from my work." "Then, perhaps we should make it your work," I suggested. "After all, it does give me a great deal of satisfaction to watch you having sex with other women, Miss Nikita." She brightened considerably. "Really? Oh, thank you, sir!" Nikita threw her arms around me for a brief hug, then stepped back contritely. "Forgive me... I lost my head, sir." In response, I reached around and pulled the pair of chopsticks that held her hair in a bun, and then removed her glasses. Then I pulled her close and kissed her passionately, to which she immediately responded in kind. To my surprise, her hand reached down into my swimsuit and wrapped around my cock, which had softened somewhat but was beginning to bulge again with need. "I know those two dyke bitches left you wanting more," she whispered. "I would never do that to you, Mr. Xavier... I'll give you anything you want, right when you want it. If you wanted to put this hard, throbbing cock into me now, I would fuck you until you came, and I would come three times myself while doing it! And if you want me to lick some sweet pussy, I'll tongue-fuck any cunt on this island. All you have to do is ask, all you ever had to do was ask..." * * * * * We took the path around the cabin, down to the beach, and into the surf, where we splashed into the sand and let the water roll over us. Our clothes were stripped away by each others' eager hands and we threw them up onto the beach, not much caring where they landed. The water was warm and the sand smooth and comforting, not gritty and irritating as I was afraid it might be. Even the salt seemed to tingle against sensitive areas like my nipples and the head of my cock, and I knew it must be doing the same to Nikita. She seemed overcome with rapture, kissing and licking my face and neck shamelessly, stroking my body all over with both hands, forcing me to feel her tits and her legs and every other part of her. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered as she sucked on my earlobe. "I've always fantasized about this moment, I can't believe it's finally happening!" Another wave washed over us, and we let it roll us through the sand. After my session with Evelyn and Julie, I was ready to take Nikita right away, and she was making it easy for me. I found it difficult to get into position with the constant pounding of the waves, however, so when the next one came in I used its force to push me to my feet, and I pulled Nikita up with me. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked, her eyes pleading. "Desperately," I said, "but there's a perfect spot right over there." We plunged into the ocean and half-waded, half-swam out to the outcropping of rock I had seen just a few yards offshore. On the side away from the island, the waves crashed against its face, but the side facing the island was calm and sloped gently up from the seabed. It was smooth and worn down in such a way to create a hollow that was just large enough for Nikita, and when she lay back inside it she was able to relax almost completely and still hold herself up. "It's perfect, Mr. Xavier," she whispered. "Or should I call you, lover?" "Whatever you like," I replied as I leaned against her. "Sometimes, I think of you as Master," she whispered. "Because I'll do anything you want... anything at all..." "Will you fuck other women for me?" I asked. "Yes, and I'll love doing it! I'll be your hot, bisexual slut, and I'll kiss and lick and fuck any woman you want, but the only cock I'll ever want is yours!" "Hold your tits up for me," I commanded her. She squeezed her breasts together and arched her back to let me suck on them, moaning all the while to show how much she loved it. Nikita's nipples were very wide and red from the salt and the sand, and very sensitive as well. She let me suck on one while she ducked her head to lick the other, and then we kissed with her nipple in our mouths, and then she held her tits apart so I could nuzzle into her cleavage. All the while she moaned like a whore, and begged me to fuck her. Finally, when I couldn't stand waiting anymore, I slipped between her wide-spread legs and drove my cock deep inside her with a single, hard thrust. Her cry of ecstasy sounded above the crashing waves. "Oh! Oh God, I'm going to come, you're making me come!" I rammed Nikita again and again, prolonging her climax even as I worked up to my own. It didn't take long before I finally released my load and all my built-up sexual tension, flooding her pussy with my hot cream, and making her cry out her pleasure to the sky one last time. Her whole body shivered as she felt yet another intense orgasm, and her body went limp. I felt concerned for a moment, and then her gentle kisses touched my neck and chest, and I knew she was all right. "I... I didn't expect a real one," she whispered. * * * * * As we walked up from the beach a few minutes later, I paused for a moment and asked her what she had meant by that remark. Nikita looked surprised for a moment, and then shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it out loud. I kind of broke character for a moment." "No, it's all right," I assured her. "Look, I don't want to disillusion you, but most of that was an act, you know? I mean, you're a hot guy, but I'm not really that desperate for sex." "I figured that in your line of work you probably got enough to satisfy." "See, you're only half-right," she said. "I get plenty of sex, but not much satisfaction. What we were doing out there, it felt really good, but all the multiple instantaneous orgasms were mostly for your benefit. All except... that last one. I don't know what it was, but when I felt you actually come in my pussy, it just shook me right to the core. All the yelling and moaning was an act, but right after you came, I felt something very real, and very powerful. And, um, I've never had that with a guest before." "Seriously?" I asked, eyebrows raised. "Dead serious. Sometimes the other girls can get a big O out of me, but that's the first time I ever got one from a customer. So... thanks." She looked almost shy, and I found it hard to believe for a moment that this was the same fiery, wanton slut that I had just fucked up against a rock. "Well, you're welcome," I said, smiling. "And just so you know, it was pretty intense for me too. You're really an incredible lover." "Thanks again," she said with a big smile. She kissed me, not the same as before, but more sweetly. "Well, I hope I didn't break the fantasy. It's kind of fun being your beck-and-call girl. Do you think we can get back into the groove?" "Say the word, Miss Nikita," I grinned. "Yes sir, Mr. Xavier," she replied with a nod, and we headed up to the cabin for a late lunch. * * * * * Lunch was fairly reserved, all things considered. I'm not one to mix food and sex, and Trina had spread the word around, so there wasn't any pouring condiments on each other to lick them off or things like that. Hey, some people like it, but I'm not one of them. Once we were finished, though, the activities started right up again. Akimi and Kiko began it, heading over to the table where Julie and Evelyn sat and each choosing a lap, offering themselves for pleasure. The lesbian lovers went for it at once, and I was soon treated to the sight of two pairs of pretty kissing girls. Kiko and Akimi were both very young-looking and eager to touch and be touched, while the women who enjoyed them were definitely in their late twenties or early thirties, and that age difference made it somehow more exciting. Of course, everyone else was watching as well. Susie Q had kicked a leg up onto the chair next to her and was opening stroking herself, while Staci (who shared a table with her) watched with more of a quiet, mesmerized stare. Nikita, who sat with me, watched over her shoulder, her eyes smouldering, touching her breasts or her thighs every once in a while when the urge became too great to resist. Trina, who had taken a moment to clear the lunch plates, returned to my table and knelt between my legs. She looked up at me, smiled, and began removing my swimsuit. By the time she had it off, the Asian twins had removed Julie's and Evelyn's tops and were deeply involved in kissing, licking and loving each woman's massive tits. My cock had hardened and grown almost to full size in spite of my recent fuck with Nikita, and when Trina took my shaft inside her warm, wet mouth, I felt it surge even harder. Soft, slim hands reached over from behind me to stroke my chest, and I felt the pleasant warmth of Nikita's breath in my ear. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, and then licked delicately at my earlobe and neck. "More of that," I whispered back. Nikita cooed softly and her lips sucked a little harder on my neck, and her hands began to roam over my body. Meanwhile, Trina continued to slide her mouth up and down over my cock, taking me deeper with each stroke, and of course the quartet in front of me went on with their eye-pleasing display of lesbian passion. Evelyn now cradled Kiko on her lap, sucking the girl's tits while fucking her pussy with her hand, and Kiko moaned with lust and twisted her hot little body as the pleasure consumed her. Akimi was quieter but no less enthusiastic, sitting astride Julie's lap with her legs to either side, pressing her firm young tits into Julie's generous melons and kissing the beautiful redhead so deeply that it seemed they were tying to swallow each other's tongues. At that moment, Trina's lips touched the very root of my cock, the whole length having disappeared into her mouth, and I felt an unreal and fantastic sensation as she began to make swallowing motions, massaging the sensitive head of my manhood deep inside her throat. For what seemed like both an instant and an eternity she held me there, and then let up, slowly sucking her lips off my shaft, and taking in a deep breath when she finally let me go. "That's not easy to do," she said quietly, with a smile. "That was incredible," I said with appreciation. "Thank you," she replied sweetly, and slipped my cock into her cleavage to give me some stimulation while she relaxed her mouth. "I would ask why you didn't come, but I could taste her on you." She stroked Nikita's hand briefly as it rubbed my chest. A brief, muffled cry from Akimi grabbed all our attention. It seemed that Susie had approached her from behind while I had been otherwise occupied, and slipped a hand up between Akimi's legs, into her pussy, while she continued to deep-kiss Julie. Kiko moaned even louder as Evelyn fucked her faster and faster, building her up toward climax... and then both hot Asian sluts came together, their cries of pleasure mingling as they displayed their shared ecstasy. Trina gave my hard cock a last kiss and stood up, turning to face the group of five hot and lusty women. "Well, I think we could all use a drink to follow up this fantastic little session," she suggested. "I'll take care of that... Staci darling, why don't you come and take over for me here?" Staci froze, looking nervous, but more from excitement than fear. "I... I don't know," she said. "I've never tried anything like what you just did." "Then it's time you learned," Trina said with a smile. "Perhaps Nikita can help you." "That's for Mr. Xavier to decide," Nikita said firmly. "I'd like for you to help her however you can, Nikita," I said. Susie Q heard what was going on and came over, pausing briefly to touch up her fuck-me-red lipstick. "Hell, I'll show both o' these girlies how to get a man off," she suggested. "Come on, X-man, give us all some room down there, you're gonna have three pretty gals takin' care of you." "We'll be out by the pool," Julie called. "Have fun, and meet us there when you're finished!" Susie and Nikita led Staci over by both hands, and when she knelt in front of me her lips were trembling with anticipation. The other two girls knelt at either side, to offer support, encouragement, and extra tongues. "Hi," Staci said to me, grinning shyly. "Hello," I replied. "I'm so glad you girls are here," she said, looking to Nikita and Susie. "I really want to learn how to do this right, and it's really terrific to have you both helping me." "I would do anything for Mr. Xavier's pleasure," Nikita said. "I just wanna taste some hot cock," Susie grinned, licking her lips. Staci drew in a deep breath, and then turned to face my cock directly. "Oh, it's so big!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "I don't think I can get all of it in my mouth... what do I do?" "Don't worry, we're here to help you," Nikita assured her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Besides, you don't have to do it all at once," Susie said, and she leaned forward. Softly, her lips touched the head of my cock, and she gave it a simple, gentle kiss, then backed away. "Just that?" Staci asked. "It's a beginning, darlin'," Susie explained. "Go on, give him a kiss." "And look him in the eyes when you do," Nikita added. Staci leaned in this time, her wide, innocent eyes focused on me. Her sweet lips kissed me right on the very tip of my member, and then again, less tentatively. She pulled away very slowly, reluctantly. "Stop," Nikita whispered. "Now use your tongue. Lick from the bottom all the way up." "Like this?" Staci's wet tongue embraced my cock at the root and slowly caressed my member all the way up to the tip, swirling around the head, and back down again. "Mmm, that's real nice," Susie said with approval. "I think you're ready for more. You want to?" "Yes," Staci whispered, smiling. Susie looked up at me. "You make sure you hold yourself down, cowboy," she said with a wink. "It's this little gal's first time, and while some of us can take a good thrust down the throat, she'll need y'all to be a little more gentle." "I'll be good," I promised. "We're gonna take turns, all right?" Susie said, this time to Staci. "I'll go first, then this sweet gal right here, and then you can have your own go at it. Watch what we do, and then you do the same. All right?" "All right," Staci said, practically trembling with excitement. "Watch close now," Susie whispered, and leaned slightly forward toward my cock. She looked up at me and then put her mouth over the swollen head, taking only that very tip into her mouth, and sucking gently as she moaned in her throat. Her fingertips caressed the sensitive skin around the root of my cock and over my balls, while Staci watched in total fascination. Then she slowly pulled up, and with a hand on the back of Nikita's neck brought the busty brunette in for a deep tongue kiss. Staci breathed harder as she became more and more excited by the sexual show in front of her. Dream Vacation Pt. 08 When they broke the kiss, Nikita took her turn, sucking my head into her mouth just as Susie had done, and caressing me in the same way. She went a step further, though, twirling her tongue around and around to stimulate me even more, and she lifted her lips momentarily to show Staci what she was doing. I also saw that Susie was stroking between her own legs as she became more and more irresistibly turned on. Nikita pulled away and turned her head to kiss Staci, who accepted it gratefully and allowed her hands to be pulled up to caress Nikita's massive tits. The kiss didn't last long, however, and soon Nikita was gently guiding Staci's face toward my waiting cock. Just like the other girls, she started at the top, and she imitated Nikita's tongue technique superbly. Then, she dared to pull me in a bit deeper, opening her lips slightly and breathing warm air over my shaft as she lowered her mouth over me. "Mmm, very nice," Susie said. "You're doin' just fine, just fine. Now, try something else." "Like what?" Staci asked, pulling her lips off my cock just long enough to ask. "Whatever you think might feel good," Nikita said. "You can do just about anything so long as you start slow and gentle. He will let you know if it's not working for him." Staci thought for a moment, then smiled as an idea seemed to come to her. She extended her tongue and let the very tip of it touch the tip of my cock, tracing tiny little circles around the head. Then, very gently, she touched a soft fingertip to either side of the swollen head, and carefully pulled downward, spreading open the tiny opening at the tip of my member. She took a second to withdraw her tongue into her mouth and make it dripping wet, and then carefully licked right inside that very sensitive place, up and down, her eyes focused intently on me. A deep, concentrated jolt of pleasure shot through me! Nikita and Susie must have seen it coming, because they each wrapped an arm around my thighs to hold me down, which was all that kept me from involuntarily thrusting up and into Staci's hot mouth. I had never felt it quite like that before, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if this was what a woman felt when her clit was tongue-massaged just right. The sensation was so intense, I couldn't take it for long, and as it began to cross the threshold from stimulating to painful, she stopped and let her mouth slide over the top of my shaft once again, applying a warm, slow suction that kept me hot and excited but let me simmer down from that fiery sexual high. I took a deep breath and let it out in a rush, and the girls giggled playfully. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't make you come," Staci said, looking up at me with a shy smile. "I want you to be able to give it to me later, you know, in my... pussy." She whispered the last word, and her cheeks went slightly red. "Now?" I asked. "Soon," she whispered, rising up so that her pretty, young, innocent face was right in front of me. "Very soon!" * * * * * After a few pleasurable minutes spent tongue-kissing all three girls together and in turn, we got up and headed back out to the pool. I felt like a King with a harem, and it was an ego-boost the likes of which I'd never known. I began to wonder how in the world I was going to adjust back to a normal life after this week, but stopped myself before going too far down that path. There were some things I wasn't ready to deal with yet, and that was one of them. I knew it would all work out in the end, but it wasn't time to think about why I knew that to be so. Trina met us at the pool's edge. "I don't think we need to cover up anymore," she said with a smile. "No one gets in the pool until they're stripped bare." The girls immediately pulled off all their clothes, helping each other perhaps a bit more than necessary. I followed suit, but felt strangely self-conscious about it. Of course I was fully conscious of the fact that I had put myself on full display to all the women present as well as to nature itself during the past week, but something about simply disrobing in broad daylight still made me hesitate slightly. Still, the idea of joining eight nude women in the pool would have made me overcome inhibitions a hundred times as strong. "I think it's high time you gave our little virgin her first fuck," Trina said to me. "What do you think, Staci? Are you ready?" "Mmm, I need it so bad!" Staci gushed. "I want it now!" "Right here?" I asked. Trina took my arm and led me through the waist-deep water. "Under the waterfall is a cave," she said. "It's dark, and quiet, and secluded. I think the two of you should be alone for her first time. We can join you when you're ready." Julie and Evelyn escorted Staci to the cave in front of me, and they gave her kisses and hugs before she entered, the same way they would if they were sending her off on some grand adventure. She turned to me and winked briefly before ducking through the falling water and vanishing. "Be good to her," Julie said as she kissed me as well. "If she likes it, maybe we'll let you do the same to us," Evelyn added. I went through the water and into the darkness on the other side. * * * * * It wasn't totally dark, but I was effectively blinded after having come in from the bright sunlight. Staci had gone on ahead, but I was compelled to wait a moment and let my eyes adjust. Eventually, I made out a passage that bent around to the left, and entered carefully. The water was slightly deeper here, up to my chest, and the entrance to the cave had about three feet of clearance. Fortunately, I'm not claustrophobic. I couldn't help but chuckle at the symbolism of entering a dark, wet tunnel in order to deflower a "virgin". Of course, I knew there was no way she was actually virginal, but I had already decided to play the game as if these women weren't just playing roles, but rather that they really were who they said. With that in mind, I decided that for the next moment, Staci the professional whore could be a virgin, and I would think of her as such. I sensed that I was inside the cave, but I could see nothing. Then, quite suddenly, a series of torches sprang to life and lit the interior with flickering yellow-orange (I later found out that the "torches" were electric lights with fluttering cloth that looked like flames, but the illusion was quite convincing). Inside the cave was a roughly oval pool lined with smooth rock, bubbling up at the center as if from some hidden spring. The floor of the pool was higher than where I stood, and Staci was able to crawl around with her head above water. She turned and gasped when she saw me, then smiled. "You startled me," she said. "Isn't this wonderful? I really couldn't imagine a better place to become a woman." I ascended some stairs and joined her in the upper pool, which I found to be bowl-shaped, thus encouraging us to slide into the center, together. "I want you to know that I'm completely in your hands," Staci whispered. "Just tell me or show me what to do. Touch me however you want to." "Aren't you going to ask me to be gentle with you?" I asked lightheartedly. "I trust you," she said, smiling innocently. "I know you've had sex with lots of women... you must know what feels good for them. I want you to do me however you think it will give me pleasure." "I want you to tell me what feels good to you while I'm doing it, okay?" I said. "Don't be afraid to tell me when something is making you really excited." "Do you mind if I make a little request?" she asked shyly. "I'm listening." "I want to lie down here, and have you lie down on top of me, and... take me right now. I'm wet, and ready, and I need it so bad and I want to submit to you. I want to try other positions too, but right from the start I want feel your body on mine. Please?" She lay down with her legs spread around the little burbling fountain in the middle. The floor of the pool sloped up enough so that her nipples just barely broke the surface of the water, and her head was up high enough so that she could breathe easily. It was a simple matter for me to assume the position between her legs, and I discovered that the central jet of water was a stimulation in and of itself. She kissed me suddenly, a quick press of the lips and tongue against my mouth, and opened her legs wider to give me full access to her pussy. I eased the tip of my cock up to find her pussy lips, and she shivered as she felt the first contact. "I just know this is going to feel so good," she breathed. "I think I might lose control, but if I do, please don't stop!" I kissed her some more, teasing her by sliding my cock up and down over her sex. She moaned softly and rubbed her hands up and down my back, encouraging me to thrust into her. She never closed her eyes or looked away, and I could see her need and desire. "Here it comes," I whispered. "Take me now!" she begged. I rocked my hips forward and slipped inside her wonderfully tight and warm sex. She gasped out loud and arched her back high, her legs spread open even wider, and her hands clenched the firm flesh of my buttocks. "That's where it goes," I whispered. "Want it deeper?" "Yes, oh God yes!" she pleaded. I thrust suddenly, driving my full length into her sweet pussy, and this time she actually cried out. I knew it was pleasure and not pain, though, because she also wrapped her legs around me to pull me in deeper, and in this new position I actually did manage to penetrate just a little bit more. "That's it!" she moaned. "Oh yes, that's perfect! It feels better than I ever imagined! Please, I need it!" I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back inside, and again, and again. She moaned and twisted back and forth, splashing the water of the pool all around. Her eyes found mine once again, and they looked glazed and even hypnotized. She kissed me forcefully, pushing her tongue into my mouth even as I slid my cock again and again into her tight, hot sex, and we found a rhythm together that I knew would lead up to climax. The bubbling fountain in the pool added another sensation to our lovemaking, rushing warm water up between her legs and over her pussy and my balls. It was like a constant, soft, caressing massage that also lubricated and made her feel wetter than any woman could be with her own secretions. "I'm coming!" she hissed. "Don't stop, please! I can feel it happening, you're making me come so good, and if you keep going I'll keep coming!" The warm water of the pool was giving me staying power; her pussy was so wet and I slid into her so easily, I found that I could hold off from my own climax and just enjoy it for as long as I wanted. Her hands on my buttocks pushed in the rhythm that she wanted, and I fell into stride naturally. I reached up under her back and hooked my own hands over her shoulders, giving me the leverage I needed to fuck her hard and fast without getting tired. Staci moaned and gasped shamelessly, overcome by a long, continuous climax that went on and on. I don't know how long we kept going like that, but soon I felt like I'd been on the edge of orgasm for hours and would probably burst if I didn't get to come soon. I just couldn't seem to do it in the position we were in, though. I slowed down and stopped my thrusting, but stayed inside her, wondering what I could do about it. Staci took a long time catching her breath. "That was so wonderful," she said. "I'm so happy that you were my first lover, it was better than anything I ever dreamed of!" "I'm glad you liked it," I said. "Oh please, don't let it be over yet!" she pleaded. "I want to try it a different way. The other women showed me this, and it looks so exciting!" She unwrapped her legs from me and I slipped out of her, making her shiver once again. We got up and separated for a moment, and she moved over to one side of the shallow pool on her hands and knees. "There's a place right behind me where you can stand, and be just at the right height to do me from behind," she said. "I want to know what that feels like!" I slid around behind her and dropped down into the small depression. The water came up to my thighs, and her bottom stuck up in the air in front of me, out of the water. I immediately leaned over the top of her, cupped my hands over her breasts, and moved my cock into position. "My first time, and I'm already trying new positions," Staci giggled. "If I'm not careful, I could turn into a total slut. I want to do this every way I can, and then I want to get some other women in here so they can join us!" "What would you do with them?" I asked as I started to ease my cock inside her. "Mmm... that feels so hot... I want to feel you inside of me and feel a tongue on my pussy at the same time. Can we do that sometime, with you fucking me like this and a hot woman under me, licking me while I lick her? It's okay if I say words like fuck and cock and pussy, isn't it? I mean, I'm a woman now instead of just a girl, thanks to you, and if I want you to fuck me then you'll do it, right? Again... and again... and again..." She fell into a rhythm, in time with my thrusts into her body. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" I asked, sliding deeper into her. "Yes, I'm such a little slut, I love pussy and I love to feel your cock in me and I just can't get enough!" "Will you let me fuck you whenever I want?" "Anytime you want to, I'll be your plaything to do with as you please, your own private pussy to fuck whenever and... however you want... oh FUCK!!" I felt her tighten around me as she climaxed again, and this time I let loose with her, shooting hot cream deep inside her pussy. * * * * * Staci was insatiable. I felt my energy drain out of me as I climaxed, but she was far from finished with me. The moment I pulled out of her, she was turning around and putting her legs around me once again, her eyes still blazing with lust. "I know you're tired," she said. "You don't have to do anything. Just let me feel you in my pussy for a little longer, it's so good!" I sat down on the ledge behind me and she straddled my lap, taking my still-hard rod back inside of her. She put my hands on her breasts and drew me into a close embrace, gently kissing my lips, neck, earlobes, and cheeks. Every so often she rolled her hips a little, stroking my shaft with her pussy lips, as if to remind me that I was still inside her, still fucking her, even if we were sitting almost completely still. The warm water and her tender embrace relaxed me to the point of drowsiness, and slowly I began to slip into the world between sleep and wakefulness. It felt like the same trancelike state that Katiana had brought me to days before, what she had called "sensual hypnosis". I drifted on Cloud Nine, as if I had no cares in the world and nothing else to do but rest and enjoy the pleasure and the rapture. In my semiconscious mind, I envisioned new fantasies with the women I had enjoyed, worlds in which they served as my harem, willing sexual servants in my palace on high. My women would be devoted to my pleasure, giving freely of themselves however I wished, playing whatever parts I would have them play, driven by their own lust as much as my own. That same lust drove them to embrace each other, to satisfy their lesbian desires, and feel the secret pleasures that women may share. I might even become one of them, and know the ecstasy that women do when they love other women. Don't lose yourself, my mind cautioned me. I heard my own inner voice, and I realized that I was in danger of losing that tenuous grip on reality. Katiana had awakened me from this trance once before, but she wasn't here, and Staci might not have realized what she had done to me. I had to draw myself out. I remembered the trigger that Katiana had used before, and imagined her and Trina kissing in front of me. The fog over my mind lifted slightly, and I began to sense my own reality once again. I became conscious of my own hands, and that they touched a woman's body. The fog lifted further, and I tried to consciously will it to evaporate. Then a strange thing happened – along with the mental mist, the reality of Staci and the hidden pool began to drift away as well. It wasn't like falling asleep again, but more like rising to a new level of wakefulness. I felt a moment's panic, which only made the reality drift away further. What was going on? I forced my mind to concentrate once again on the image of women kissing, knowing that this would bring me out and back to where I needed to be. I thought of Evelyn embracing Julie, their large breasts pressing together, their sensuous lips tasting each other's tongues. Slowly, I felt myself drifting back down into the pool, where Staci sat on my lap, my cock still inside her. I pictured Evelyn and Julie on either side of her, embracing her, kissing her, feeling her firm breasts. Slowly, the vision became reality. I couldn't tell how long I had been entranced, but I knew I was coming out. And indeed, Evelyn and Julie were there, sitting to either side of us in the pool, exchanging kisses with the pretty girl on my lap. As they joined together in a three-way lesbian tongue-kiss, I felt a surge of energy and was able to lean in and join them. They welcomed me in actions instead of words, their hands moving up to stroke my body, their lips and tongues turning to me. I felt Staci rise off of me, and then a moment later my cock slid into a new pussy. My hands rose to find a pair of large breasts in front of me, and I knew by their touch that it was Julie. I opened my eyes and, as had happened before, saw an explosion of light that momentarily overwhelmed but also awakened me further. When my vision cleared, I saw Julie's body slowly bouncing up and down on my shaft, her eyes heavy with lust, and her lesbian lovers Evelyn and Staci lifting her breasts clear of the water so they could suck and lick upon the erect pink nipples. Suddenly, I felt a surge in my manhood, and Julie moaned with pleasure as she climaxed with me. The other girls kissed her, and then me, and then once again all four of us embraced together. Julie slid off; Evelyn took her place. I tried to protest, but the words wouldn't come, and after I felt her pussy envelop my cock I no longer wanted to stop her. I didn't know how I was doing it, and I didn't care; something inside of me was giving me the power to satisfy all these women, one after the other, and it was almost effortless. Evelyn fucked me, and kissed her girlfriends, and rubbed her huge tits, and finally cried out loud as she came. More kissing followed, and as I watch the women suck lips and tongues, I felt more and more awake until I could finally move again. I gave each of them a last kiss, and then gently urged Evelyn to rise so I could stand up. "Wow, you really are incredible," Staci said. "Forgive me for breaking character, but I have never been with a man who could do anything like that! I think you came inside of me four times, and then you still had some left for these two? Who the hell are you, anyway?" "To tell you the truth, I really don't know how I did it," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Katiana seemed pretty surprised too." Julie and Evelyn nodded at each other. "I thought so," Evelyn said. "What?" Staci asked. "Well, it was about a year and a half ago," Julie explained. "I was paired with a female client – luscious woman, by the way – and she wanted a foursome with me, Evelyn, and Katiana. At the time, we had the three biggest sets of tits at the resort, and people liked the Blonde-Brunette-Redhead combination, so we worked together a lot. "Anyway, Katiana has this hypnosis technique that puts people into a kind of altered state, where they feel like they're having a continuous orgasm for minutes at a time. The thing is, this particular woman had the rare ability to ejaculate when she came, and when she went into the trance, we discovered that she could just keep squirting for as long as she was being stimulated. She wasn't just feeling like she was having multiple orgasms – she was actually doing it. We wondered if the same thing might ever work with a man who happened to respond in just the right way, and so she started experimenting; you know, planting hypnotic suggestions to the effect that they were capable of satisfying as many women as they wanted. The men loved it, because even though it didn't ever really work, they still came away feeling all strong and virile. Every once in a while we were able to get a double-shot out of some guys, sometimes even a triple, but I think you're the first to ever achieve a truly continuous orgasmic state. We'll definitely have to tell Katiana about this." Dream Vacation Pt. 08 "Damn," Staci said. "I'm really going to have to find some way of working with her in the future." * * * * * When we emerged from the cave, I was surprised to see that the sun was sinking into the narrow bands of clouds that traced along the horizon. We had been in the cave, I guessed, for over two hours. Akimi and Kiko rubbed lotion on me so that my skin wouldn't be dried out after all that time in the pool, and we talked about what had happened in the cave. All the women were very much impressed, and Trina nodded her head with satisfaction. "I always thought there was something about you," she said. "I knew that no normal man could perform the way you have on this trip." The other girls had chosen different hammocks and chairs to recline in, and we all sipped upon drinks that Nikita had passed around before cuddling up next to me. None of us wore any clothes at all. "So, about the party tonight," I said, "I still want to have one, because it'll be my last chance to have some fun with you ladies on this trip. But after that little marathon in the cave, I'm not sure I'll be able to, as you say, perform." Susie waved her hand dismissively. "Oh Xavier, it doesn't have to be about how much hot sex we're having. Trust me, we're still lots of fun even when we're not fucking you." "Not that we'd say no if you offered it," Nikita said with a smile. "And we still have each other," Evelyn purred, reaching over to caress Staci's tender breasts. "Of course, you're the man of the party," Akimi said. "Whatever you say, goes. If you're ready to call it a night, then we're okay with that." "It's all up to you," Kiko confirmed. "And besides," Julie said, "don't be too sure that you won't be able to get it on. Maybe you're more gifted than you even realize. Anything's possible." I took Trina's hand and kissed it, giving Nikita's breast a gentle squeeze at the same time. "Then by all means, let us party." * * * * * I returned to the ship in the first boat, along with Trina, Staci, and the "twins". As we climbed aboard, the red sun touched the horizon, and I knew that the final day of my excursion had nearly come to a close. For the moment, I didn't actually feel much like a party; I wanted some sleep. But, I also didn't want to just snooze away my last opportunity to live like a King in a harem, and I hoped that an hour-long catnap would be sufficient to recharge my batteries. Against all logic, I somehow knew it would be. I excused myself from the girls and asked if one of them could come and awaken me when dinner was served. They were completely understanding, and said that they had some preparation to do anyway for the activities of the evening. I shuffled off to my cabin and dropped into bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Dream Vacation Pt. 09 Dream Vacation Pt. 09 "Who do you want first, X-man?" Trina asked, indicating the Asian beauties. "Akimi," I said, choosing one at random. She stepped forward, hitched up her skirt again, and threw a leg over me. The sofa had been designed to allow her to straddle me with ease, and she was able to position her pussy over my now rock-hard cock with no trouble at all. "Fuck me now," she whispered. I grabbed her by the hips, the same way I had done with her (or Kiko) once before, and thrust upward with the same sudden, urgent lunge. She hissed with pleasure, and her hands went up to her breasts to pinch and squeeze at her own nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. "Well, do we have a verdict yet?" Trina asked. "Or do you need to feel her come before you're really sure?" "Mmm, I'm going to come soon," Akimi whispered. "Your hard cock is making me come!" I felt her pussy tighten around me, and she drew her breath in through clenched teeth as the shock of climax shuddered through her slim body. I barely held back, knowing that I had another one just like her waiting in the wings. "Kiko's turn," I said when Akimi had come down from her high enough to hear me. "Yes, fuck her too!" Akimi agreed as she lifted herself off. "I want to watch you do to her what you did to me!" "Wait!" Nikita said, pushing forward. "I have to clean him off. If he still has Akimi's come on his cock, he might not be able to tell them apart!" "By all means, go ahead, Nikita darling," Trina said. Nikita knelt beside me raised member and, without hesitating a moment, began to methodically lick Akimi's wetness away. She started by circling her tongue around the base and worked her way upward, until she was able to swallow the remaining length into her mouth and suck off all that remained. Then she took a warm cloth offered by Trina and carefully wiped up all that remained, until my cock was clean and ready for its next conquest. Kiko came forward the same as Akimi had, and once again I pulled her onto my lap and thrust into her suddenly and fiercely. She cried out and arched her back as she felt me enter her, and then she was bouncing up and down the same as her "twin" had done. Almost the same... but not quite! I propped myself up on my elbows and brought myself to a sitting position, so I could see her face-to-face. She smiled at me, and between thrusts she asked, "Why the change?" "Because we already did it that way," I said, returning the smile. "And because this time, I want to see your face up close when you come. It's nice to fuck you again, Kiko." "We have a winner!" Trina announced, and the girls let out a cheer for me. Kiko rewarded me with a deep tongue kiss, and when she pulled away I could tell she was getting hot and ready to climax. "Do you want me to come?" she asked. "Uh-huh," I said between thrusts. "I'll come harder if you do me from behind," she whispered. I stopped for a moment so she could turn around and get into the new position. She eased her pussy over my cock once again, and rocked her hips back and forth to stimulate herself in new ways. I could tell right away that she loved it this way, and I pulled her hips in and out from me to enhance her pleasure. It took her fifteen seconds to hit climax, and when she did, she cried out shamelessly and clenched her thighs over mine, reveling in the sensation. I felt myself go right to the edge, but with a fierce effort of will I was able to hold back and keep my own orgasm inside. There was still a long evening ahead, and I meant to satisfy every one of these women, even if it drove me to exhaustion. * * * * * The party continued, though the lust in the air had thickened. The women began to touch each other more openly and freely, and some kisses were exchanged here and there. Nikita continued to go around with her breasts hanging out of her top. Akimi and Kiko had put their panties back on but taken their dresses off, and were now going around the party in their lingerie only. They wore matching shelf bras, Akimi in gold and Kiko in red. I remained on the sofa for the time being, and entertained Julie, Evelyn, and Susie Q with stories of my exploits for the week. They listened with rapt attention and every once in a while one of them would close her eyes and touch herself, or squeeze the thigh of the girl sitting next to her, or otherwise show how much it was turning them on to hear about all the women I'd had and what we had done with each other. I knew they were listening for my sake and not theirs, but what the hell; they were being well-paid. "Next time, you have got to stay at the Copacabana," Julie said. "I am so jealous of Trina! I want to be your woman for the week when you come down again." "Mmm, don't we all?" Evelyn said. "Face it, X-man, you have to come back. We all want you, you know. And there's so many women who didn't even get a chance with you, who don't know what they're missing!" "What would you want us to do that we haven't done already?" Susie asked. "Come on, tell us what we can entice you with. Or maybe we should just guess?" "That's a great idea," Trina said. "Let's all tell our man what we'll do to him next time, so he'll come back down to play with us again! Come on, lover, let us guess your fantasies. It'll be a fun game." "Well, all right," I said. "You go first." "Why me?" "Because I fucked you first." Trina smiled and nodded. "Okay... hm, this is kind of hard, since I've been with you all week and we've satisfied a lot of your fantasies already. Oh, I know – I'll let you hypnotize me, by swinging something sparkly back and forth in front of my eyes, and then I'll follow your every command. Would that excite you?" "Actually, it would," I said. "We're off to a good start, I think." "My turn," said Kiko. "I want to show you my wild side. I'll get all decked out in punk gear and give you a screaming hot suck-and-fuck session. And I'll bring along a demure, reserved-looking woman who I can seduce into joining us. Maybe Charla – remember her, from the strip club?" "And somehow, I'll get that Amazon Queen outfit I told you about," Julie said, "and maybe three or four friends to be my minions. We'll all want a piece of you, since you'll be the first man we've seen in years!" Evelyn nodded. "Save a place among your minions for me, lover. You know what's fun to do?" she asked me. "The photoshoot fantasy. You can take some naughty pictures of me, or me with another woman, and then we just get carried away and I fuck you like a hot pornstar. I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Maybe you'd like a sexual counselor scenario," Nikita suggested. "I'll be the counselor, and you – along with several women – could be students in my seminar. Of course, there would be plenty of hands-on activities!" Susie grinned. "I'll definitely be one of your students. And that gives me an idea. I'd like to put on a show, with another girl, pretending that we're college roomies that get a little drunk and decide to experiment with lesbian sex – the first time for both of us." "Hey, you picked mine!" Akimi said. "I get to be your roomie, then. And then we have to do one where both of us talk one of our friends into trying it. Only this time instead of a dorm room, we do it in the locker room, because we're cheerleaders. I think Justine would be perfect for our third girl." Staci looked around for a moment. "Oh, am I the only one left? Hm, let's see... we already did the virgin thing. What if we totally turned it around? I'll get decked out like a shameless slut and pick you up in a bar. I'll do all kinds of naughty things like talking dirty, touching myself in front of you, and I'll even give you a BJ under the table. Then we can go hide in the coat room and you can do me up against the wall... and maybe the coat-check girl will find us there." "It all sounds incredible," I said. "The more I think about it, the more I think I won't be able to stay away from here for long. One way or the other, I'm going to have to come back." "Woo-hoo!" Susie cheered, and the rest of the girls also expressed their excitement. "If you can give us a few weeks' warning," Julie said, "we can try to plan the kinds of activities you'll like. There are all kinds of advantages to having us on your side, and you've definitely made a lot of friends here. We know that you're a good lover and a generous guest; we'll pull strings for you, get you the best rooms and give you the best performance." "We'll fuck you really good," Evelyn promised, and everyone else nodded and agreed enthusiastically. "Well," Trina said, "that was a fun game, but it's not really about what we're doing tonight. So I think we need to get back to the here and now, and for classic party games it's tough to beat spin-the-bottle!" The girls responded with general approval, and while Staci went to grab an empty champagne bottle the rest of them sat in a circle on the floor. I moved to join them, but Trina held up a hand. "You get a free pass in this game," she said. "What we'll do is spin the bottle for two girls, and they get to make out. You can join or watch at your pleasure. Sound like fun?" "I like it," I replied, and reclined back on my sofa again. Staci placed the bottle at the center of their circle, and gave it a spin. The bottle twirled around a half-dozen times and then came to a stop on Susie Q. "Score!" she shouted, and got up to allow the circle to close up a bit. "Second girl is..." Nikita said, and flipped the bottle again. "Julie!" Julie jumped up and gave Susie an excited hug, as if they had just won something on a game show. The rest of the girls left the circle and went to find places to sit. Nikita and Kiko joined me at my sofa. "Any special requests?" Susie asked me. I looked over the two of them. Julie was taller by a head, and had much larger breasts; her body gave her more of a pornstar look, while Susie's proportions – while attractive – were closer to "normal". They made an interesting pair, and I might not have thought to put them together had the choice been mine, so I was grateful to the bottle for having arranged it. So, I thought perhaps I might stay out of the decision-making process for a little while longer. "Trina," I called, beckoning her over, "would you join me here, please?" Of course, she came right over, leaning over me with her sweet tits bulging out of her low-cut top under the tux jacket. "Yes, lover?" "I'd like you to direct the action, as it were," I said. "Just kind of tell them what to do to each other. You know what I like best of anyone here, and it would be hot to have a woman telling two other women how to make love." "Mmm, I love the way you think," Trina said, licking her lips. "All right, then, ladies... I want you to start by looking into each other's eyes. That's right, just look... and think about what's about to happen. You're going to make love to each other. You're going to kiss and touch each other in wonderful, sensuous ways that will leave you breathless. Put your hands on each other, gently, delicately, savoring the moment..." The women did just what she said. The look on Susie's face was seductive and mischievous, that of a confident and wicked girl who takes lovers for pleasure and revels in the wild dance of sexuality. She smiled just a bit, winked playfully at the statuesque redhead before her, and when Julie's hands stroked up and down along the curves of her naked waist, she purred slightly to show how much she loved it. Julie's expression was more serious and intense. Her breath came slow and deep through wet and parted lips, her eyes locked onto Susie's but seemed a bit glazed, as if the lustful feelings and the needs of her body were simply overpowering her. "Now... your lips are tingling," Trina said in a low voice. "You are about to kiss, and the anticipation is making your hearts race. Closer, now... bring your bodies together, feel each others' heat. Susie, slide your hands up to Julie's beautiful breasts... along the sides... press them together, so that you can feel them against your own body. Close your eyes, both of you... your lips touch... "Yes, Susie, it feels better than you ever imagined! Such pleasure, such a sensation, it's so erotic to kiss another woman. And Julie, you can feel her shiver in your arms as the rush runs through her. You want to make it even better for her, make her hot with desire. She needs to feel your hot, wet tongue inside her mouth, your hands caressing her bare waist. "Julie has such lovely red hair, flowing waves of soft, long, feminine hair. Run your fingers through her hair, Susie, and know what a beautiful and sexy woman embraces you. Feel the deep kiss as your tongues plunge into each other's mouths, tasting your excitement and need. It's so hot and sensuous, and it's only the beginning... "Now, pull slowly apart, and let your tongues slide along each other to the last. You savor that contact, but you both need more. Those beautiful, perfect tits... that's what you need and want. Put your hands on them, Susie, and squeeze them and hold them. Mmm... Julie, that feels so nice, having a pretty woman like Susie touch you and turn you on. She deserves the pleasure of seeing and feeling your naked breasts, and your nipples are tightening and hardening for her soft, warm lips. Take them out, Julie... show her your tits!" Trina paused in her narrative as Julie slipped a hand around and under each of her massive tits, unhooking some kid of clasp down where I couldn't see, and pulling some kind of zipper/slide around each luscious breast. Her dress seemed to have been made with pockets for her tits, each one in its own cup, and when she lifted those cups up and away she was left with her breasts jutting through the top of her dress and out slightly to either side, the wide nipples hardening to dark pink points just as Trina had said. Julie tossed the cups away, and Susie gasped with her hands over her mouth as if she couldn't believe what she saw before her. I heard a brief moan off to one side. I had become so transfixed on the display in front of me, I had forgotten about the rest of the audience. The noise had come from Nikita, who sat back in one of the chairs with her leg kicked over the armrest, Her hands felt up her own breasts, and she pinched her nipples hard, drawing in a sharp breath each time she did. Staci watched from Evelyn's lap, seated sideways with one arm around the busty blonde's shapely shoulders, the other hand softly stroking her own inner thigh. One leg was kicked up high with her toes on the armrest, and the other stretched out to the floor, and I saw a flash of silver sparkle where her panties would be. Evelyn stroked Staci's long brunette hair with one hand and with the other caressed Staci's leg. Both women were watching Julie and Susie intently. The "twins", Akimi and Kiko, sat on the other side of me in a sofa, and they were both on full display. Their legs were spread wide, and each of them had a delicate hand between the other's legs, stroking pussies through satin panties. Kiko had a hand raised to her lips, and the fingertips came away wet to moisten her own nipple and make it hard. "Oh Julie," Trina breathed, "oh Julie, you have the most perfect, beautiful tits! Let Susie look at them, hold them up so she can see them! She wants to touch them, I can tell. She wants to suck on your nipples so badly! Go on, let her taste them... show her that you want her to, take her pretty face in your hands and pull her close, close to your tits... now, suck on them, Susie... lick those huge tits, lick them like you can't get enough, because you can't help it, you need to satisfy your lesbian cravings... Off to one side, I saw that Evelyn and Staci had stopped watching and begun kissing each other. The image they presented was fantastic, that of the younger, inexperienced girl being seduced by the more mature woman. To my right, Akimi and Kiko were still watching and mutually stroking clits, but their faces were pressed together and they licked at each other's tongues on the sides of their mouths. Nikita had parted her red formal gown and was fucking herself with her own fingers, moaning like a slut in heat. I didn't know which way to look anymore! And of course, my own cock was raging hard and ready to explode, emerging stiffly from the open fly in my trousers. I undid the useless clasp and let it out. "Take her skirt off, Julie," Trina was saying now. "Slide it down over her hips... oh Susie, you naughty little slut, you're not wearing any panties! Isn't that exciting, Julie? You can just reach down and touch that pretty naked pussy, and she'll love it! That's right, Julie, make your fingers nice and wet... now reach down between her legs, and feel her clit... that's right, oh Susie, that must feel so good! Moan for her, show her how much you want it!" "Keep licking those hot tits, Susie... she wants you to lick them all over, and you love it, don't you? Suck her nipples hard into your mouth, squeeze her titties together, make her moan just like she's doing to you. Close your eyes, Julie... don't look, just feel. Feel her tongue on your nipples and her wet, wet pussy at your fingertips. I'll bet your fingers are dripping with her sweet juices, aren't they? Do you think she would like a taste? Why don't you rub it on your nipples and see, maybe she will like it... "Oh, she does, doesn't she? Look at her lick that up! She must love the taste of pussy... maybe she would like to taste yours, Julie? Of course she would... she's licking her way down right now, pulling down your skirt, those pretty gold-sparkle panties of yours... yes... oh God, that tongue must feel so good on your clit! Moan for us, Julie! Moan for her, so she knows how much you love it!" I felt a warm body slide up behind me and to the left, and heard Nikita's whisper in my ear. "Can I watch with you, please?" she asked me. "Of course," I replied, reaching up and back to stroke her breasts. She smiled and purred, then settled in to enjoy the show. Her hands massaged my shoulders and chest, which was about all the physical stimulation I could stand without losing my load. "Why don't you sit down, Julie... there's that nice big chair right next to you, you can spread those creamy white thighs wide open and let Susie really lick your pussy good. That's right, just relax and let her please you... let that beautiful red hair down, and don't forget to rub those big, sexy tits of yours! Susie's going to lick you until you come on her pretty face!" "Oh yes, Susie, make me come!" Julie moaned loudly, as she clenched her fingers in Susie's hair and pulled the hot blonde girl's face firmly up to her pussy. Susie responded by gripping Julie's hips and pulling herself in even closer, her own moans muffled against Julie's sweet sex. "Fuck her with your tongue, Susie," Trina whispered. "Fuck her good, fuck her deep with your wet tongue, fuck her hot, wet cunt!" Julie arched her back and cried out loud as she climaxed. I knew that one more touch, even a stiff breeze across my fiercely hardened cock, would be enough to send me there with her. I desperately needed the release, but I forced myself to maintain control, and once I found some measure of it I leaned over to Trina and whispered in her ear. "I'll bet Susie's really hot now," Trina said. "All that pussy made you hot, didn't it, Susie?" "Yes..." Susie whispered hoarsely. She rested her head against Julie's outstretched leg, and the fingers of her left hand stroked her lover's swollen pussy lips lightly. "You know, Susie, you're the only one here who hasn't fucked our man yet," Trina said pointedly. Nikita gasped. "That's right! Oh Susie, you've got to feel his cock inside you, it's so good!" Dream Vacation Pt. 09 Susie turned away from Julie, who barely noticed as she was still recovering from what seemed to have been a shattering orgasm. She then crawled along the floor toward me, staring at me through glazed eyes and panting with lust, looking like a cat in heat as she approached. Trina moved out of her way and Nikita backed off, leaving me facing her alone. She put a hand on each of my knees and pulled herself up, actually hissing as she did and then licking her red lips which were still wet from Julie's secretions. "My pussy is burning," she whispered. "Fuck it and make it even hotter." "I want Staci to lick you first," I said quietly. "I'm going to come as soon as I put it in you, and I want you to be right on the edge too." Staci immediately got up from Evelyn's lap and knelt down beside my chair. "Where do you want me?" she asked, her face the picture of willing subservience. "Lean back between her legs," I suggested. Susie saw what I meant, and spread her legs open to give Staci a place to sit down. The young brunette went around behind her and slipped down between her legs, looking upwards, reaching up with both hands to spread pussy lips and then putting out her little red tongue to lick Susie's clit. The hot blonde gasped out loud and gripped my knees for support. Trina and Nikita were immediately there on either side to help her stay up, and of course they did more than simply hold her; rubbing her breasts in slow circles and trading kisses back and forth on her cheeks and lips. Susie was rapidly losing control. She moaned with every breath and rapidly became incapable of standing without leaning on both women on either side of her. Then Staci's tongue found a sensitive place right on the tip of Susie's clit and stayed there, wiggling rapidly back and forth, pushing the hot blonde up to the brink... "Now," I whispered, and Staci ducked down while Nikita and Trina guided Susie over the top of my desperate cock. "Fuck me, I'm going to come!" she begged breathlessly. I raised my hips as she lowered hers, and I slid inside a pussy so smooth and wet that it felt like oiled silk. At once I felt her cunt tighten around me, her body went rigid, and her skin actually flushed red as she felt a wave of sexual pleasure overwhelm her senses. Of course, I felt the rush as well, and my cream filled her, my cock draining for the second time that evening into a sweet, sweet pussy. * * * * * Half an hour later, the party had moved out to the open deck, and we sipped champagne together under the stars. Susie had needed about ten minutes to really recover, and so had I. Staci had stepped in after we were done and volunteered to clean me up, which she did by licking and sucking our combined love honey off my cock. It was really hot watching this young innocent-looking girl in a prom dress giving me head, and she smiled and giggled the whole time as if she were having great fun doing it. Trina and Nikita helped Susie over to the couch where the "twins" were sitting, and they cuddled and kissed her to help ease her down off her sexual high. After we had all had a chance to rest, Evelyn popped a second bottle of bubbly and brought it outside, and the rest of us followed little by little. As good as Staci's lips felt on my member, I certainly wasn't ready for another shot right away, so after she had me clean we put that activity on hold and went out to join everyone else. By this time, only Staci and Evelyn were still fully dressed. Akimi and Kiko remained in their panties, Julie had removed her dress and wore only her bra (which left the breasts almost completely exposed). Nikita had never put her tits back inside her dress since taking them out for me at the beginning of the evening. Trina had abandoned her jacket and her panties, and her only concessions to modesty were stockings, garter, and a bow tie. All that was left of Susie's outfit were her shoes and the cone that held her hair up. As for myself, I had been compelled to toss my shirt away due to its having gotten a bit messy after my last session with Susie Q. The trousers were still intact, and though it really made no sense to go on wearing them, I did so anyway. "This has been a really terrific party so far," Akimi said. "Good food, great bubbly, and my pussy is so wet!" "I'll drink to that," Evelyn grinned, and they clinked glasses. As Evelyn sipped her champagne, she glanced in my direction, and lowered her glass away from a smile. "What are you looking at?" she asked. I flushed a bit, having been caught staring. "Something about watching you drink champagne through purple lips," I shrugged. "I like exotic lip color, it looks really sexy." Trina sighed with exasperation. "See, why do we only hear about these useful tidbits of information of the last day you're here? I could have chosen a different color every day of the week if I'd known!" "Next time," I said. "Does that mean you've decided there definitely will be a next time?" Trina said, looking hopeful. "You're coming back?" "I'm sure I'll be able to find a way." "This is wonderful!" Julie squealed. "You have to stay at the Copacabana next time, though. There are so many fantasies you can live out there." "We can do everything we talked about before!" Staci enthused. "Please, tell us in advance when you're coming," Nikita insisted. "Then we can all make sure we'll be here." "When do you think you can do it?" Kiko asked. "I'm not sure," I said. "You know, there are the problems of real life to consider. I'll have to raise the money, get time off work, that kind of thing. But I'll do it, somehow." Trina, with her usual insight, picked up on what I didn't say. "You know, Xavier, if it's a matter of being able to get away from... you know... you CAN come down for just an overnight or something. We do have packages like that." I sat back and sipped my own drink. "You know, it's funny... I really don't feel bad about that anymore. I still love my wife, and I still think cheating on her is morally wrong. But there's something about this experience that makes it feel like, even though it's cheating and adulterous, it's just not wrong. I think it's mostly that this place feels like a fantasy world, and you all feel like fantasy lovers. I'm sure I'll look back on memories of this trip and I won't be able to believe it happened. Does that sound strange?" Trina shook her head. "It's what I feel every day, Xavier. It's how we're all able to do this and then still have a life apart from it. I thought that maybe that point of view would help you too, but I've learned that it's not something I can tell someone. They have to find it on their own. So... does this mean that you can finally, truly enjoy yourself, without guilt or strings attached?" "I think it does." Trina took my face in both hands and kissed me soundly. "That's the best news I've heard all week," she enthused, and the other girls all expressed their appreciation as well, crowding around me and offering kisses and embraces to celebrate my new-found freedom. The odd thing was, it really didn't feel like rationalizing this time. I meant what I said and I knew, somehow, that it wasn't a cop-out or a bogus excuse – it was perfectly true. And another strange thing about that realization was a peculiar sense of loss, as if it had been more real back when it WAS bothering me. Still, it seemed better overall to be able to enjoy myself without guilt, and that was what I meant to do – one last time. "Excuse me," Evelyn said, gently pushing the other girls aside. "I believe we got a little sidetracked from the topic of how beautiful and sexy my lips are? I mean, I'm as happy as everyone that Xavier's coming back, but I rather liked where we were going with that!" "So sorry, Evelyn," Trina said. "Maybe I could kiss those beautiful and sexy lips and make it all better?" "That's a good start," Evelyn agreed, "but I really think that everyone should kiss my beautiful and sexy lips." She sat down by my side, very close to me, and indicated the space on the other side of me. "I want everyone to line up and sit there one at a time, and each of you is going to take a turn kissing my lips right in front of our man, and of course he can join in any time he wants." "Ooh, I want to go first!" Staci squealed, dashing to the front of the rapidly-forming line. "You can be the first extra girl," Evelyn said. "Before that, though, I want him all to myself." She turned to me with a bright smile, which quickly faded as she seemed to all at once slip into a lusty, sexual state of mind. A hot tongue ran over her full, violet lips, and she slowly drew closer and closer. I felt her huge breasts against my bare chest with her face still inches away. "There's a zipper on the back of my dress," she whispered. "Slide it all the way down." I reached around her and she came closer, but stopped before the moment of contact, just close enough that she could touch my own mouth with her tongue if she tried – and she did, licking feather-light tongue-kisses that made me catch my breath. My fumbling hands found the zipper and slid it down until it came apart at the bottom, and I felt her dress slide off at the back. The pressure of her tits against me held it on in the front, but I knew that as soon as she pulled away it would drop. She didn't pull away, not yet. She moved closer, and closer, pushing her tongue into my mouth, until those delicious lips of hers finally touched my own. A thrilling rush ran through me, and she must have felt it because she suddenly leaned into me with a fervor and passion, thrusting her tongue deep and moaning hotly as we kissed. Then she pulled away for a brief moment, breathing hard. "Lick them," she whispered. "Lick my burning lips!" I did what she asked, tasting her champagne and some strange, exotic flavor that the purple gloss gave her. She did the same in return with her tongue, and for at least a full minute we teased each other like that before she lunged in one last time and gave my lower lip a long, firm suck. When she finally pulled away, her dress fell off, and her tits seemed to burst out into the open. The only covering they had now was a small circle of purple sequins over each nipple. She didn't give me long to admire them, though, before beckoning Staci over with one finger. "Come here, sweet Staci," she growled. Staci smiled, and with a single swift movement slid her prom dress to the deck, leaving her in stockings and garter alone. She sat demurely next to me and leaned over to accept Evelyn's kiss. The two girls met at the lips right in front of me, and I saw their tongues slide into each other's mouths just before their lips sealed and locked them into a passionate French kiss. One of Staci's hands went to Evelyn's breast and the other into my lap, where she deftly pulled my hard cock from my trousers and began to slowly stroke it up and down. After watching them kiss for a while, I couldn't resist joining them, and they welcomed me into their embrace... * * * * * How to describe what happened over the next half hour? Suffice to say that each woman had her turn with Evelyn, and by the time we were done none of us wore any practical clothes at all; the only things left on any of the women were items that enhanced their assets instead of hiding them. And of course, after kissing us, the girls didn't go quietly back to their seats; they paired off and made love on the deck, kissing and sucking tits and licking pussies like the passionate lesbian sluts they all were. In the end, I had Evelyn on my lap, Julie to one side, and Nikita on the other, all of us indulging in a hot four-way kiss while the girls played with each others' massive tits and took turns stroking my cock. I wondered if they had planned it that way, so that I would end up with a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, all with enormous breasts. As we kissed and touched each other, Evelyn moved into position over my cock, and the other ladies helped guide me into her moist and ready cunt. She took me all the way in on the first thrust and moaned hotly, leaning way back and jutting her tits into the air so the other girls could suck the nipples. Her moans grew louder and louder as she fucked me, and I could tell that she had deliberately chosen that position to stimulate her g-spot and make herself come. Finally, with a loud cry of ecstasy, she climaxed. "My turn," Nikita said, and with a little help from the other girls Evelyn moved out of the way, reclining back on one of the deck chairs with her eyes glazed and her hands rubbing her tits. Then Nikita mounted me the same way Evelyn had, leaning back in the same way to stimulate herself as she fucked me. It felt good for me too, but since I had come twice already that night, I wasn't on the verge of doing so again anytime soon. The constant stimulation kept me hard without sending me over the edge, and especially since they were doing most of the work, I felt like I might be able to keep this up indefinitely. Nikita also let two of the other girls suck on her tits, Akimi on one side and Susie Q on the other. She also reached down to rub her clit vigorously, and the look of raw sexual pleasure on her face couldn't have been an act. As her moans became harder and louder, Trina came up and started kissing her, cradling Nikita's face in her hands and sucking gently on her tongue... And Nikita came hard, her thighs tightening around me, her body going rigid with the overwhelming sensation, her pussy creaming with her own secretions. A moment later, when Nikita slid off and dropped onto the chair next to Evelyn, Akimi mounted me in reverse, taking me into her from behind. "Fuck me again, hot stuff," she said over her shoulder, and lay back into me so I could hold her firm titties while she rode me. "I'm next," Staci insisted. "Then me," Kiko said as she knelt down to lick Akimi's clit. I realized then what the women were doing – they were all going to use me to reach their own orgasms! Suddenly it was like our roles were reversed, and I was their whore to give them pleasure as they saw fit to take it. They all wanted to come one more time, and I would make it happen for each of them before the night was done. The realization that I was going to finish the night by fucking all eight of my girls in a row, one after another, was enough to almost make me lose my load inside of Akimi right there – but I stopped myself in time, knowing that I was going to have to make it last for a while! Akimi arched her back high as she laid back into me, rocking her hips just slightly back and forth to keep me deeply penetrated while Kiko tongued her clit in tiny circles. It was very exciting, looking down over Akimi's body to see Kiko looking back up at me, her little red tongue wiggling on her lover's pussy. I did my best to enhance Akimi's pleasure by gently rolling her hard nipples back and forth between my fingertips and kissing her neck, and it wasn't long before Akimi felt the rush of climax, gasping and shaking with the thrill that it gave her. True to her claim, Staci stepped up next, kneeling over the top of my cock and spreading her pussy lips wide to take me into her. She felt wonderfully tight and almost virginal as I went in deep, and she actually smiled with the pleasure it gave her. Then, she leaned down over the top of me with her hands on my shoulders, rolling her hips in a circular motion. "Do you know what I am?" she whispered. "I'm a little slut and I want to fuck, so fuck me deep, loverboy." "Ooh yes, you're a naughty, naughty slut," Trina whispered into Staci's ear, and gave her bottom a little slap. Staci arched her back and moaned, and while I'm not one who usually gets off on spanking, the fact that she was loving it so much made me hot as well. Her movement put her tits right up close to my face, so naturally I sucked on her nipple. "Mmm, I love to have my titties sucked," she whispered. "Suck them good for me while I fuck you. Oh fuck, my pussy feels so good with your cock inside it, so deep inside my tight little pussy, making me hot, making me... making me..." "Come, you fucking whore!" Trina hissed into Staci's ear, slapping her bottom again. "You know you want it!" -Slap- "Nasty little slut!" -SLAP- "Little fuck-bitch!!" "Yes... YES... Oh GOD, yes!! Fuck me, I'm coming, I'm coming so hard!!" And, of course, she did, clenching her teeth and sucking her breath through them, hissing as she felt the rush, then relaxing as the energy drained out of her. Then, as she was helped away to the side by Evelyn and Nikita who had gone before her, Kiko made good on her promise to follow up. She began by taking my rod in one hand and rubbing in over her clit, up and down and back and forth, as if she were using me as a toy to get herself off. Of course my cock was very wet and slick by this time after having brought four women to orgasm in rapid succession, and it slid easily inside her hand and over her pussy. There was another natural side effect to my prolonged stimulation – I was starting to lose it. The spirit was still more than willing, but the flesh was weakening, and I didn't know if I'd make it to the end. Fortunately, Kiko could tell what was happening and knew exactly what to do; she beckoned Julie over with one finger and began to passionately lick and suck the redhead's luscious tits. My cock straightened out right away with that beautiful show of lesbian lust, and soon I was ready to go inside her. Kiko didn't wait any longer; she put her cunt over the head of my cock and let me slide all the way in. Julie reclined beside us on her side, offering one tit to Kiko and one to me, and we enjoyed them thoroughly as Kiko rocked her hips up and down to let me almost all the way out, then back in again as deep as I could go, again and again, fucking the entire length of me in every thrust. Julie was loving it as well, and by squeezing her tits close together she encouraged Kiko and I to kiss at the same time that we sucked both her nipples. With our tongues and lips sucking at each other and on Julie's tits, we fucked with long, deep strokes until Kiko reached her peak and moaned with sweet satisfaction. I assumed that Julie would climb on next, but instead she rolled over with Kiko on top of her, and Susie Q stepped up to claim her turn. She got on backwards, as Akimi had done, and instead of leaning back she leaned forward into Trina's waiting arms. The two women embraced and kissed deeply as Susie rode me hard, and I found it natural to grab onto her hips to pull her more firmly into me. She seemed to like that, and after the almost entirely passive role I'd been playing all the while, it felt good to control some of the action again. Kiko had gone over to the large deck chair where the other girls had been going after their turn, and I happened to notice that Evelyn and Nikita had gone off somewhere while I wasn't looking. I didn't think too much of it, though, what with all I had going on at the moment. Julie came back to my side and offered a kiss, which I accepted, and we played with each other's tongues for a while as Susie continued to fuck me and nuzzle Trina's breasts. Susie's cries of sexual gratification were muffled by Trina's tits, but the pleasure she felt was clear enough for anyone to see. "I was wondering if it was ever going to be my turn," Julie breathed in my ear. She straddled my lap and pulled me up to a sitting position, kissed my lips, and slid my cock into her pussy at the same moment she thrust her tongue into my mouth. In that position, though, a woman of Julie's stature had to bend her head down to kiss me; a far more natural posture for her placed her tits exactly level with my head, and so after only a brief moment she pulled my face in between her massive jugs, begging me with whispered words, "Please, lick them all over..." Dream Vacation Pt. 09 I decided I was going to give those beautiful bosoms the best tongue bath they'd ever had. I started with the underside, lifting each sweet, firm breast to lick and suck at that sensitive place. She moaned with delight and rocked her hips on my cock to show how much she appreciated it, and did some more when I dove into her deep cleavage and licked with long, smooth strokes all the way up to her neck. Of course, I hadn't forgotten about her tender nipples, and with moistened lips I teased them up to full hardness. Her breath began to come in short gasps as she lost control, and then without warning she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me so close and tight to her body that I felt her racing heart pounding on my chest. Her face burrowed into my neck and muffled her cries as she became the seventh woman in a row to fuck her way to intense, orgasmic pleasure on my manhood. * * * * * Julie held me close to her for a long time, and when she was finally able to let me go, I found that we were alone on the deck. I wondered if perhaps Trina had assumed that I wouldn't be taking her on this last night, as she had been my nearly constant companion for the whole week thus far. I hoped that wasn't the case, as I really felt that one last time with her would be a splendid way to finish. "The other girls are in your cabin," Julie said once she could find her voice. "We'll finish the party in there, so we can just go to sleep when we're finally done for the night. I'm so glad I got to fuck you one last time." "I still think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I told her sincerely. "I can't believe I've actually had the pleasure of making love to you." She smiled and even blushed a little. "It was good for me too, lover," she replied. "I hope that next time I can be your main girl. I'd love to do you every night for a week." "How much is that Amazon outfit you wanted?" I asked. "Three hundred dollars, plus another fifty to customize it." "Consider it my gift to you, then. Tell me where I can order it for you, give me all the measurements they'll need, and you'll have it for the next time I come down." Her eyes went wide. "You really mean it?" she said. "Oh, thank you! You're the best, Xavier, you really are! Now you have to come back, so I can be your Amazon Queen, and order my minions to make you ready to please me... oh God, it's going to be such a hot fantasy!" "Trust me," I said, "I'll be back." I kissed Julie one more time, tenderly and deeply, before she finally lifted herself off my well-fucked cock, which had by now gone half-soft and was almost dripping wet with the natural lube of seven women. Julie took me by the hand and we made our way over to the stairs that led to my cabin on the upper level. We paused at the doorway for one last kiss between the two of us alone, and then opened the door and slipped inside. The room was dimly lit, and soft music played in the air. Staci and Susie lay on one of the large pillows whispering quietly together and touching each other's bodies with soft, tender strokes. Evelyn sat up on the edge of the hot tub, while Akimi and Nikki relaxed inside, facing each other and massaging each other's shoulders. Kiko sat by the open door that led out to the deck, sipping champagne and idly stroking herself between her spread legs. Trina lay on the bed, on her side, one leg raised straight up in the air. One hand held that leg up and stroked her own thigh, the other caressed her breasts. Her hair was down and her lips were shining red. She wore nothing but a diamond necklace. "One more time, Stallion," she said. "Any way you want. Alone or with all these women, in my pussy or between my tits or in my mouth. Tie me up or let me pin you down. I'll be your bitch, your lover, your whore, or your wife. Please, I just want us to come together... one more time." Her eyes weren't those of a paid escort with another client to satisfy, they were of a woman with a desperate need. It was those eyes alone, that look of yearning, that she countered my exhaustion and brought my manhood to full attention. I approached the bed and lay down on top of her, her yielding body sliding easily into position beneath me. "Just like this," I said. "No fancy positions, no roles to play. I just want to fuck you." "Then fuck me deep," she whispered, spreading her legs around me. I slid my cock inside of her, pressed my body against her tits, and accepted her tongue in my mouth. For one last time, I joined with my shameless whore, my eager slut, my hot bitch, my beautiful lover, my fantasy woman. We stayed in that one position, our hands roaming around each other's bodies, our lips kissing and sucking, our hips rocking together to slide me in and out of her sweet sex, building us both up to that moment of blissful release... She shivered, her pussy tightened, and she moaned hotly through our kiss. I kept on, still thrusting, tiring but building up to a long-awaited climax of my own. Trina slid her head to one side, gasped for breath, and I felt her pussy squeeze me once again. She had reached her climax and surpassed it, I knew, and as long as I could fuck her she would come again and again, overwhelmed with lust and desire and sensual pleasure, fucking me forever and ever. Her back arched high, her head rolled back and she seemed to cry out soundlessly with sheer ecstasy. I felt the rush coming, held it for as long as I could, and then... at long last, I let myself go, my cream filling her pussy deep inside. Trina's arms and legs wrapped around me and she kissed me with all the fervor of a woman totally overcome with sexual rapture. It may have been a minute or an hour later that I rolled off her body to one side. We were both totally exhausted, and unable even to speak to each other. The lights in the room went out, the music faded away, and the last sensation I knew was that of all my women joining us on the bed, their bodies surrounding the two of us, hands and lips and breasts on all sides... and there was no more.