1 comments/ 23424 views/ 0 favorites Plum Island Refuge Ch. 01 By: BlueByrd Rise 'n'Shine Brether and Nelle Adger awoke to the blessed sounds of ocean waves and sea birds and the crisp clean scent of salt air. They had rented a rustic and secluded cottage on the far southern end of Plum Island to escape the rush and pressures of life in Boston. Brether was a very successful venture capitalist, and Nelle was a well-respected psychologist in private practice. Intense during the inordinate hours they put into their professions from September through July, they had decided, to recharge their professional batteries and reconnect as a couple, that they would vacation for the entire month of August. Although they both slept in the nude at home in their Back Bay brownstone, when they got to their cottage, Sea Turn, they shucked their designer clothes and went nude all day as well. Nelle had insisted on this. She felt it was physically and psychologically freeing. It was what they needed and why they were there. Nelle and Brether would not even put clothes on for company. "If you want to come visit, then you must abide by our standards," they would say to family or friends who thought that they might stop by. "If that makes you uncomfortable, then we will see you when we are back in town." Too much of a Bohemian idea for most of their conservative New England friends, they rarely had to play host and hostess, except to good friends, Anne and Drew Foster, which suited them just fine. Sea Turn, after all, was their place to escape from it all, indulge their hedonism and practice the writing craft that both of them enjoyed, but that none of their friends knew about, under the pennames of Ellen and Herbert Edgar. Not yet adjusted to "island time," they awake at their usual early hour of 5:30 AM and decide to do what their always-busy schedules and exhaustion usually preclude...have sex! The golden glow of the early morning light on the whitewashed board and batten walls of the bedroom gives everything an ethereal quality. Rolling over to face one another, Brether kneads and nuzzles Nelle's tits and begins to suck her nipples while she fondles his balls. Throwing off the light sheet that had covered them against the nighttime chill, they adjust their positions to be 69. "God, Breth, I love August! I miss this relaxed intimacy so much when we're working," she says before consuming his cock down to the balls. "Me too, Nelles, me too." Nelle has spread her thighs so that he can look at her bare Brazilian waxed pussy. Her moist labia glisten. He likes to take his time to look and see and smell and run his finger up and down her slit, teasing her. His playing drives Nelle wild with anticipation. She thrusts her hips forward in an effort to bring her dripping pussy closer to his mouth, but he persists with his finger-play on the outer lips. In an effort to take her mind off of his maddening tease, she begins in earnest to eat his hardening length to fullness. Before it is fully erect, it is easy for her to take it all the way down to the balls, to which Brether responds audibly. Nuzzling his sack and tonguing his length soon brings his cock to its full potential. As usual, it grows so large that Nelle can no longer take it all in; so she uses her right hand to help her mouth; and, pacing herself, she deep-throats it at a variety of unexpected intervals. "Oh, Nelles, your mouth is so good," Brether croons. As Nelle has become more turned on by her penile ministrations, her labia flattens out, she spreads her thighs more widely, and her slit begins to part slightly of its own accord. It is then that Brether begins his play in earnest. Wetting his forefinger with her flowing juices, he makes slow firm circles around her clit. His cock in her mouth, Nelle moans as he stimulates her. He likes to watch her sweet bud swell. At just the right moment, he begins to use his tongue to flick the sensitive hood of her clit, thereby increasing the amount and volume of Nelle's groans of pleasure. Despite a mouth full of cock, she lets out a yelp when he zeroes in. And with his lips sealed to the spot, he sucks Nelle's clit hard. Then feathering it with his tongue, he thrills to Nelle's almost continuous moaning. Having been totally distracted from her cock-play by his attentions to her, Nelle regroups plunging toward his groin. Driving down the entire length of his cock, Nelle takes it to the hilt deep in her throat. With Brether's head buried in Nelle's crotch, she cums hard, groaning, with back arched and hips bucking. Brether is right behind her, shooting his load down her throat. He comes up for air, crowing, as Nelle gulps his hot sperm. Swallowing down every sweet seed, she sucks him dry. Happy and spent, they roll apart wasted from the intensity of their climaxes. "Wow, that was great, Nelle!" "We've sure needed that for a long time, haven't we, dear husband!" "You got that right. Whew!" Brether says stretching. " Hey, I set the automatic coffeemaker up before we went to bed, and it smells like it's perked. Too bad I gave the maid the day off," Nelle dusts off their tired jest--as they don't have a maid, "Guess we'll have to get it ourselves. How 'bout we sit out on the porch and watch the sun come the rest of the way up?" " Sounds about right to me!" They roll out of bed and head for the kitchen in the buff. Coffee cups in hand, Nelle and Brether settle comfortably into their cushioned Kennedy rockers to watch the morning boat traffic pass out the mouth of the Parker River into Ipswich Bay. It is a brilliant day and there is a light southwesterly breeze. The sun glints on the calm water of the sound; and, because it is a Saturday in August, there should be all manner of craft, from kayak to cabin cruiser, that will pass by in a steady stream in and out the mouth. The porch screens obscure them from the boat traffic, as they rock in the nude, enjoying the waterfront parade, solving crosswords, or dipping into the pile of books they brought along. "What are you reading, Nelle?" "Delta of Venus by Anias Nin." "Erotica?" "Yes, and of the distaff side. Since we write the stuff, we ought to read the competition." "The competition?" Brether laughed. "You mean our betters!" "Ah, we must learn from the masters, Grasshopper!" Nelle jibes. "Besides our editor is expecting Ellen and Herbert Edgar to produce their usual sizzler this month." "Indeed, Madame Sensei!" Brether continues in jest. "You know, hon, if our friends and associates ever knew we wrote smut, they'd shit a brick!" "Not to mention that we get paid for it!" Brether adds. "No kidding! So, what are you reading?" "Updike. Memories of the Ford Administration." "That's a sexy enough story. You know he lived in Ipswich just across the sound here for 23 years. Talk about reading your betters! I know we should read good literature as a model for good writing, but he's such a scholar that I always feel like a drooler by comparison. Breth laughs, "Yeah, well, the humility does us good." Plum Island Refuge Ch. 02 The next day, Nelle and Brether manage to sleep all the way to 6AM to the pleasant sound of ocean waves and seabirds. The bright sun streams into the room of their rustic beach cottage, Sea Turn, and as usual upon waking, they gently rouse each other to consciousness with gentle caressing. Greeting with smiles and good mornings, they lightly rub each other's backs, breasts, bottoms and between the thighs in loving ways that helps to wake up their bodies before launching themselves out of bed. This morning Brether wakes up with a raging hard on that Nelle is delighted to discover in the course of her usual morning stimulation of Brether's body. But unlike their workday routine, Nelle and Brether are on vacation. So this morning Nelle is not going to let another of his perfectly magnificent erections go by unridden as she had had to do so many mornings before! "Mornin', Bucko, can I take that ride?" Brether loved it when Nelle was the aggressor and he knew when she addressed him as Bucko and talked about going for a ride that she meant to climb on top and stay on bucking and fucking until they were both saddle sore. "Yee Ha, babe! Climb right on!" Nelle mounted Mr. Stiffy, as she had nicknamed him for the occasion, like a rodeo contestant climbing onto a bronc' in the shoot. Straddling his groin, her vagina poised over his rock hard member, she sits so hard and deep into the pink saddle that the head of his engorged phallus slams into her cervix causing them both to grunt satisfactorily. With Brether's hands on her hips Nelle begins undulating her hips forward and back bending his crowded cock back and forth in her cunt. She likes the way it feels as it flexes in her vagina and crams her cervix. She starts slowly like a belly dancer that is just warming up with grinds and swirls punctuating the routine with an occasional sharp thrust. Nelle puts her hands up over her head and Brether rubs her ample breasts and pulls out her already erect dark nipples from the center of their very large dark areola and rolls each nipple in his fingers. Nelle groans, " O, yes, babe. Play with my tits. I love it when you pull them out so hard. O yes, I can feel it all the way to my clit. It's soooo good." "Is that how you like it? Hard like that?" "O, yes. It's so good. And your cock is so strong. I can feel it so deep inside me." Brether then starts to buck his hips like a rodeo bronco throwing her up which thrusts his prick even deeper into Nelle as she comes back down. "And now? How's that? "O, God Breth, O, my God, you are fucking me so hard." Nelle began to yelp and scream. It hurt so good and her sexual fervor built with every buck. "O, God you are so good to me!" Nelle's cunt pours out her juices and the grinding of her clit on his groin as he rhythmically tosses her up and she grinds back down, brings her to dramatic climax. Whooping like Annie Oakley at Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, "Aye-aye yippee ki-ay!" Nelle cums hard and fast. The powerful spasms of her cumming grip his cock. Nelle comes in multi-orgasmic waves that emanate from her cramping vagina and shuddered throughout her body. Brether loves to watch her writhe as she totally loses it. He affectionately calls it her dance and he always loves it when she dances on his cock for him. As soon as Nelle is able to compose herself, she sweetly and passionately kisses Brether thanking him for being such a good husband and lover and she is now determined to return the favor. "That was just magnificent darling! Thank you so much! I came so strong. Did you feel me?" "Of course, darlin' you were squeezing Mr. Stiffy here like you were gonna throw him and pig tie him! You were so beautiful, babe, so totally uninhibited. You always make me feel so potent." "That's because you are potent, my love," she says kissing him, " and now I'm going to finish this ride, if you don't mind." And with that, Nelle leans forward over Brether's chest. Her tits brush his skin and she begins to lift her hips. Using her vaginal muscles, she milks his cock. Gripping his glans with her keggles she gradually pulls up as if she is going to pull herself off of him or squeeze him out. Then, at the last moment, she releases her grip and sits down hard sliding her cunt down over the length of his shaft until she is, again deep seated and his cock is all the way home. Nelle starts this slowly, at first, and then increases her speed until humping him furiously, he cums. Grabbing her ass he pulls her tightly to him shooting his load into her just as deeply as he can. She loves the full feeling, the closeness, but most especially she likes the sounds of deep contentment and satisfaction that issue forth from Brether as he gives it all up to her. Nelle dismounts her stud having ridden him to the buzzer. It is only 7:30 AM, but they are exhausted from their early morning gymkhana and so decide to roll over and go back to sleep for a while. In a lightly woven embrace they snooze until an unbelievable 10 AM! Rolling out of bed they head for the kitchen. Picking up their coffee, they decide to make brunch. They like to cook together and cooking in the nude is especially intimate. Both of them comment at the increased closeness and relaxation that they are feeling after making love and then working together creating their favorite, poached eggs on hash, together in the small kitchen space. Adjourning to the table on the porch, they eat at an unusually leisurely pace savoring the meal that they normally would not eat because of its high caloric and high salt content. But they are on vacation and all that had been forbidden for the last 11 months is now "on the table" so to speak, as fair game. It is Sunday and so the same brigade of boats that had entertained their sight on Saturday morning is out in force again today in Plum Island Sound. Lately, jet skis join the boat traffic. These buzzing bobbers that scoot in and out across bows and close astern jumping wakes, annoyed many of the traditional boaters and especially the folks who fish just off the channel. But Nelle and Breth rather enjoy the energy they add to the scene and the comedy of their wipeouts often make them laugh out loud. As they do up the dishes, the phone rings. "I'll get it," chimes Nelle picking up the phone that is closest to her on the kitchen wall. "Hello? Oh, hi Anne! So glad you called. Are you still planning to come out next week? Great! We'll see you guys Friday night around 7 PM. Looking forward to it. See you then. Bye." "Was that Anne Foster?" "Sure was. She and Drew are all set to come out next Friday as planned! "Great! It'll be good to see them again." "Remember last year?" "Do I ever! Hell, we immortalized them in our stories last year!" "Yeah, well if they knew that we published our proclivities in our erotica, I think they'd be pissed!" "I don't know. We change their names. No one would ever know it was them and us. They might be flattered." "True, but people are funny about sex. They might not like it at all." "You're right, Nelle. They might not like it at all." Plum Island Refuge Ch. 03 Anne and Drew Foster arrived on schedule Friday night at 7PM at SeaTurn. "Hi, guys. Come on in. You know where your room is, so why don't you take your stuff upstairs and come down after you've settled in. Brether has made a pitcher of Manhattans and the brie has softened to just the right consistency." "Fabulous! We'll be right there. We can hardly wait to get out of our clothes and join you." Anne smiled. "The traffic coming north was a bitch!" Drew adds, heading up the stairs. "I could use a drink!" Anne and Drew find their room at the top of the stairs and begin to unpack. " I can hardly wait to watch Brether put his big cock in you, Anne. He does you so well. I can tell that he pleases you the way you cum so loud and so strong. He loves to get off deep in you and groans with such incredible satisfaction. " "Thank you, darling. I confess that I've been looking forward to it, but you know that what turns me on is watching you fuck Nelle at the same time. I especially love it when you give it to her up the ass, which is her favorite. I can see you really get hot when you make your drive in her tight little hole and she cums so hard and noisy when you do!" A few minutes later, Anne and Drew reappear and join Brether and Nelle on the porch unattired, as required, and hugs and kisses go all around. Anne is a slender 5'5" black-haired woman with very white skin. Her B-cup tits are not large, but her nipple package is sweet and her bush is glossy and curly black. Nelle is a petite 5'2 and rounder. Her Mediterranean olive skin seems to have an even allover tan year round. Her 34-C's are firm and her large meaty nipples darkly accentuate her succulent breasts. Brether loves a bare pussy so Nelle keeps her mound waxed for him. Drew is about 5'11" and a little over weight. He is only slightly shorter than Brether, who is not fat, but is a larger framed man at 6" even and has more body hair than Drew. Both men are blond and blue-eyed and very well endowed. They had been in crew together at Yale where they had been lean mean rowing machines in the straight 8s and they can't help but poke fun at each other's natural physical decline. Brether's hairline had receded and Drew had grown a small gut. Both were out of shape, by crew standards, but they both worked out at the gym and for their age and life styles, were fit enough. The couples relax and catch up on old times and new. They would not swap partners tonight. Breth and Nelle always let Drew and Anne have the first night to themselves so that they could unwind together first. There would be plenty of time for the four of them to play together the rest of the week. The next morning Anne and Drew roll out of bed around 9AM to find Nelle and Brether sipping coffee and reading the paper on the porch. "Sleep well?" Nelle asks. "Great," replies Drew stretching out a yawn and then leaning over to kiss Nelle who had put down her Boston Globe to give a little fondle to his balls at the same time. "And you, Anne?" asks Brether. "Never better," she says leaning in over his Wall Street Journal to give him a kiss as well and to give his sack a jiggle, too. "The table is set for breakfast so why don't we all sit and I'll get the coffee." "Can I help you with anything, Nelle?" Anne offers. "No, thanks I'm just getting the pot, everything else is out there." Nelle returns with the coffee and everyone helps themselves to cereal and fresh blueberries. "So what's the plan guys?" asks Anne. "Well," answers Nelle, "we've been dying to play bridge with you guys so we thought we'd play a rubber or two to start. How does that sound?" "Terrific! Guys against dolls?" asks Drew. "Okay, you're on! Losers make and serve lunch. Deal?" "Deal." Well, the ladies must have been as they say, sitting with the bathtub, because they slaughter the guys and adjourn to the deck to get a little sun while the men folk man the galley to ready lunch. "What do you think they'll make?" asks Anne. "Well, Breth knows I boiled a dozen eggs for egg salad yesterday maybe we'll get that. Both of them can cook, so who knows? Hey, shall we give the guys a show while they work? They can see us through the kitchen window while they fix lunch and I'm sure they'd like it." "Good idea. Let's do! Drew and Brether love to watch us together, and Drew is really looking forward fucking your sweet tush tonight, Nelle. This will be like a little warm up." "Brether was just telling me before you came down to breakfast that he could smell your musk and it was driving him wild. He wants to cum in you and then drink your combined juices. I told him I wanted a taste of that, too!" The girls stand right in front of the window overlooking the deck that is over the counter where the boys are preparing lunch and for their first act, the girls decide to let them watch them take turns putting sunblock on each other. Anne spreads her arms and legs like she is going to start a jumping jack, giving Brether and Drew a full frontal view. Nelle, stands behind Anne, pours lotion into her hands and then reaches around Anne and begins smearing the cream on her breasts. Nelle gropes Anne's tits pulling the nipples out and making sure the cream covers thoroughly. Anne's small breasts are firm and perky with big puffy areolas. Her long pert nipples stick out from the center as Nelle manipulates them. Drew and Brether continue to calmly stand at the counter washing and chopping veggies for a green salad and peeling eggs for the egg-salad rolls they plan to make, but watching the show really begins to turn them on and beneath the counter their cocks betray their growing excitement. They agree, if they weren't supposed to make lunch right now, they'd go out there and latch on to one of those proud little titties each and have one sweet suckle. Adding more cream, Nelle rubs it all over Anne's belly and down over her hairy mound into her crotch making sure to get the crease where her legs join her torso. Anne, sopping with wetness from her exhibitionism and Nelle's fondling, continues to stand spread eagle front to the boys, who are smiling and trying to get the salads made. Nelle does Anne's ass and comes from behind through her legs up over her mound. Nelle has Anne squat a bit so she can push both her hands between Anne's legs to finish off doing her tender kissable inner thighs. Then it is Anne's turn to do Nelle. Knowing Drew will go right out of his mind, she suggests Nelle stand spread eagle back to the window and bend over touching her toes so that her beautiful buxom bottom is revealed. The cheeks of Nelle's ass part so that her asshole, in its beautiful dark brown circle, is clearly visible to the men, as well as her cunt, that is glistening with her wetness. Drew and Brether had gotten hard watching Nelle do Anne and now their cocks demand some attention as they watch Anne do Nelle. In self-defense they begin to stroke their increasingly insistent boners as the watch Anne put cream on Nelle. Drew's cock, or "oar" as he likes to call it, really starts to throb watching his wife show off the ass she would watch him cream tonight. Anne takes care to slowly massage each globe, and then using plenty of lotion, she slides her hand up and down Nelle's crack, all the way down over her labia and around to her bare mound. She makes a point of stopping at Nelle's anus and runs circles around it. Teasing the rim, makes her pucker wink, clinching and releasing with the stimulation. "It's gotten awful quiet in there, you guys. You better not be jerking off. We're hungry." Anne yells. "Not long now, ladies. Just keep amusing yourselves and we'll be along," Brether reassures them. "Christ, we better get with it, Drew, and concentrate on the food or there's going to be more than mayonnaise in the egg-salad!" The girls know that they are unmercifully distracting to the guys and laugh as the lunch prep noises resume in a hurry. The girls then move to the lounge chairs they have arranged in full view of the window. The chaise are positioned side by side and head to tail so that Nelle and Anne can reach each other's pussy and begin to diddle each other with their forefingers. When Brether and Drew appear on the deck with Chardonnay in chilled wineglasses on trays and towels over their arms like sommeliers, their cocks are straight up and wagging as they walk. They put their trays down and ditching the towels, Drew and Brether opt to suspend service to watch the girls' finger play and jack off. Nelle and Anne love watching the guys beat their cocks knowing they are the inspiration for the boys' maxed out glans and cum first, but the guys are not far behind. Watching their wives moan and strain in orgasm, Brether and Drew deliver their loads in a strong finish. Anne and Nelle open their mouths wide to give the guys targets to hit and gobble up the hot jizzum that Brether and Drew shoot into their hungry palates. After the boys squeeze out their last drop, Nelle and Anne lick the tips of their blades, cleaning off any dribbles. Kissing each other, Nelle and Anne then lick off or rub around, all over each other's tits and bellies, any cum that had missed the mark. Ever Eli crew, Brether and Drew begin to laugh and joke about their "blade work" and whose "cox" and "stroke" got the most out of his "straight 8". "Lunch is ready on the front porch when you are, ladies!" announce the men who have begun to get hard again watching the girls' post ejaculatory display. "About time!" Nelle and Anne say teasingly in chorus. "About time!" Plum Island Refuge Ch. 04 Monsieur La Zuke Plum Island Refuge is a beautiful place especially in the summer, but the screened porch of Sea Turn is a necessity. For as lovely as the ten mile long barrier island of sand dunes, fens, bluffs, pine groves, and wild plum bushes is, there are a couple of weeks that the greenheads are just miserable and unless there is a breeze, the mosquitoes and gnats are just as annoying. Fortunately, the gnats depart after sunset along with the greenheads; and this evening there is a steady southwesterly to invite Brether and Anne to skinny dip off the dock at the end of the pier in the sound without being eaten alive by the mosquitoes. Nelle and Drew who have chosen to retire to the master bedroom on the second deck of the cottage also find comfort as the prevailing nighttime breeze wafts through the open widows, keeping the humidity in check. Brether's vacation scintillates with the arrival of the Fosters. He thoroughly enjoys Anne as variation for himself, but his excitement at Drew's being the beneficiary of Nelle's charms is unusually keen. Over the years he's had very agreeable thrills to her descriptions of fucking two or three of her patients as essential aspects of their therapy. He recognizes her highly charged sexual being and indeed takes vicarious pleasure in her occasional choice of outside partners. Earlier that day, the men and Anne conspire to give their hostess a special time. The boys go to town under the ruse of going to Surfland for some fishing gear, but actually they go to Tender Crop Farm to select an appropriately sized and shaped zucchini. A waning gibbous moon rising in the east over the island lights the scene. The quiet is broken only by the sound of halyard slap on aluminum masts and waves lapping on the bulkhead. In combination with that scent of salt marsh, a romantic mood is set. Anne and Brether bring a blanket and a cooler with some champagne in it down on the dock with them. The water in the sound on the rising tide is relatively warm (You locals know what I mean!) and the couple easily enters the water. Brether and Anne begin with kissing and fondling as they float, but soon they drift to where they can touch bottom. Anne's nipples have become hard, erect and sensitive in the cool water; and as Anne floats on her back, Brether supports her from below and begins to suckle one of her pert tits. Brether's cock, which had previously retreated into its turtleneck sweater in the too cool water, is now hardening as the heat of their passion rises and begins to thaw his dick. Nelle and Drew have retreated to a bedroom on the second deck of the cottage and Drew's cock has already begun to respond to the smell Nelle's musk mingled with the salt air. Drew enters the room first and Nelle follows behind him leaving the door open. Standing beside the bed, Nelle and Drew begin their foreplay kissing and caressing, tasting and touching. Holding her arms out like an angel, Nelle stands perfectly still as Drew begins to work her body from head to toe with his hands and mouth. "You know the rules." Drew says as he runs his hands through her hair. "I do." Nelle replies demurely. Drew continues to run his hands through her hair and finger her earlobes. Tenderly, he kisses her cheeks and her eyelids. Arriving at her mouth he kisses her passionately. She responds earnestly, but when she opens her mouth slightly indicating that she would accept his tongue should he offer it, he does not. Drew then moves on to kiss and nibble at Nelle's neck. Drew cups her breasts in both hands and then directs her to lie on the bed. Nelle lies in the middle of the bed. Drew places two pillows under her ass to raise her hips; and then, using four lengths of black satin ribbon, he stakes her out, tying her to arms and legs to the four bedposts. Lighting the candles that he had strategically placed around the room earlier, he flicks off the lights and turns on the stereo to issue strains of Ravel's "The Boléro." Nelle does not know what Drew has in mind this year. Displayed on the bed, totally vulnerable and exposed, Nelle's pussy begins to secrete in anticipation. Brether and Anne halt their play on the dock at the prearranged "lights out" signal and the couple comes up from the water with the select zuke that has warmed all day on a windowsill. Drew blindfolds Nelle, and Brether and Anne enter the room without a sound under the cover of the music. Drew and Brether move simultaneously to the end of the bed and it seems to Nelle to be Drew only, but it is Brether crawling over the end of the bed who dines at the Y. He pulls her labia roughly apart and dives in latching viciously onto her clit. Nelle, squealing, squirms and strains at her bonds. "Oh, my God, Drew!" she groans. "Eat me! Eat me up! Make me cum! I want to cum!" Her exhortations drive him wild, and Brether gives her swollen bud a thorough going over but stops short of her orgasm. "Finish me Drew! Finish me!" Nelle begs. But Brether withdraws from the bed and Drew says, "Not yet, my dear, not yet." Nelle hears the snap of a bottle cap and the squish of what she assumes is massage oil. This time it is Drew who crawls over the foot of the bed. Passing up her bare throbbing cunt, he straddles her. Nelle can feel his big cock come to rest on her abdomen as he leans forward to massage her tits. Drew's large hands totally cover her big soft mams. Drew gropes and deeply massages them kneading the lush globes like bread dough. Then he gives his attention to her erect nipples. Rolling the pink teats hard between his thumb and forefinger he pulls them out long. Nelle moans and pulls at the satin restraints and begs, "My tits. O Drew, play with my tits hard. I can feel it all the way to my clit. Suck my tits. Please suck my tits." Brether's cock hardens and he strokes himself as he watches Drew handle his wife. " No, Nelle, " is Drew's flat reply. "I've done enough for you." Drew still straddling Nelle moves up towards her head. Holding his cock in his hand, he wipes it all over Nelle's face and commands, "Open your mouth, Nelle, and suck me!" Per the rules, Nelle obediently opens her mouth; and Drew feeds her his fully hard cock and begins to fuck her mouth. Brether, cock waving, moves to the bedside and leans in next to her. Then softly, "Nelle, this is Brether. Isn't Drew's big juicy cock delicious? I'm watching him fuck your sweet mouth. Soon, darling you will make him cum and I will watch you suck down his hot seed." Nelle's excitement grows. She loves it when Brether watches her with another man, and she really focuses on doing a good job eating Drew's dick for Brether's viewing pleasure. Suddenly, Nelle realizes that it must be Anne who is kneeling between her outstretched legs. She feels Anne's manicured hand at her opening labia. Anne runs the zucchini up and down Nelle's slit. She has slathered it in KY warming gel, but she didn't need to. Nelle's cunt is gushing and there is plenty of warm wet lubrication. Anne teases her clit with it first, then brings its flower-tip to probe at the opening of her flowing vagina. Brether whispers to Nelle again, "Anne is going to fuck you with the zucchini that Drew and I bought for you today at the farm, Nelle. It's beautiful. You should see it. It's bigger than Drew is and bigger than me and we have named him just for you, Monsieur La Zuke. He's going to be tight in your pussy -- oh so tight Nelle, but you'll like it. I know." And it is tight. Anne inched the 12-inch Monsieur La Zuke into Nelle's tight cunt. She had to. Inch by inch she would insert the green monster letting Nelle's vagina expand to its hard diameter and experience every glorious inch of the sensation. At eight inches, it seemed it was all the way home, but Anne pressed and persisted for another two. Nelle wailed out in ecstasy. And then the real fun began as Anne began to fuck her fully filled cunt with the big green dildo. She reamed the hearty veg in and out. Nelle writhed, bucked, whined and strained. Staked out as she was, she was helpless as Drew fucked her mouth and Anne mercilessly fucked her cunt with Monsieur La Zuke. "Cum Nelle, " Brether urged, whispering into her ear. "I want you to cum." Her mouth full of Drew's cock, all Nelle could do was nod and mumble her affirmative. She wanted to please him and herself. Drew, holding Nelle's head in both his hands, thrust his cock deep in Nelle's throat and, finally, came with a vengeance. Nelle sucked and swallowed every drop of his load and Drew was spent. "Now taste yourself, Nelle," Anne commanded, holding the zucchini to Nelle's lips. And Nelle licked the veggie clean of her own juices. "Good girl, Nelle," Brether encouraged, "and you sucked Drew off so beautifully, but I still want to watch you to cum." "Oh yes!" Nelle cries in breathy response. "I want to cum!" Anne reinserted Monsieur La Zuke into Nelle's sorely abused cunt and really worked him. Fast and slow, twisting it in and out, Anne brings Nelle higher and higher and to the top. Brether pumps his own meaty dick as he watches Anne fuck Nelle with the hard dark green shaft. And Drew, also watching the scene, begins to get hard again. Brought to the top, Nelle cums hard screaming her orgasm to the ceiling. Brether immediately loses it. His load gushes all over her tits and belly. Anne holds Monsieur La Zuke in Nelle's spasming cunt so that Nelle can experience the full effect as Drew, completely erect again, takes Anne doggy style from behind. Drew rams his cock deep in Anne; and balls audibly slapping her pussy, they both get off. Everyone thoroughly satisfied, they all help untie Nelle. Happy with the results of their little orgy, they exchange hugs and kisses all around; and the four friends head for the Jacuzzi on the porch. Brether makes a quick stop in the galley to pick up a cold bottle of Tattinger's from the fridge along with four champagne flutes, then joins the other three already in the tub. They open the bubbly and Nelle proposes a toast. "Here's to us - the best fuck buddies in the whole world!" "Hear, hear!" they all cheer. "Thank you guys. That was quite the surprise you all cooked up for me tonight. What a rush!" Nelle extols. "So you really liked it?" Anne asks anxiously. "I sure did! Whose idea was it?" Nelle inquires between sips. "It was really a group think, Nelle," Drew declares proudly. "Really!" "Yes, dear. Anne and Drew and I all contributed a piece," Brether adds. "You all contributed a piece? I'll say! Very punny, dear," Nelle laughs as do they all. The happy foursome polishes off their drinks and trundle off to bed with their usual partners. Nelle and Brether retire to the master bedroom. Totally relaxed, they roll into bed in the quiet darkness, face one another, and begin to reprise the evening. "Nelle, I'm so glad you liked this year's little surprise. You know how I love to watch you climax and how I loved it last year watching Drew's meaty cock disappear into your juicy cunt. I know you loved it, too, but what did you think of Monsieur La Zuke?" "Well, sweetie, I did love the scenario you all played out for me tonight; and Monsieur La Zuke certainly had the hardest hard-on I ever experienced; and I certainly felt every inch of his incredible twelve; but nothing feels as good or tastes as good as a real cock," she smiles fondling Brether's package. "So you don't want to replace me with Monsieur La Zuke?" "Darling, you know me. No vegan, I will always be your meat eater." Plum Island Refuge Ch. 05 Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, each one she passes goes – aaah      - Antonio Carlos Jobim * Nelle loves her sunrise walks; and this Monday morning she has risen early so that her husband, Brether, and their company, close friends Anne and Drew Foster, will not be disturbed nor even miss her. The 2-mile stretch of Plum Island between parking lot #6 and the now defunct Camp Sea Haven is usually deserted and has become a favorite path for her early morning nude workouts. The waters off the island are treacherous with the shifting sands. Sometimes after a storm the sand may be washed away to reveal the secret hiding place of an old shipwreck. And, remarkably, today the ribs of an old hull rise down the beach ahead of her, ghostly and ominous. When she gets back to Sea Turn, Nelle plans to figure out which one it might be by using a map of shipwrecks that is included in a book about Plum Island she had bought in Newburyport. The Refuge is open to the public from sunrise to sunset; and today, a short distance beyond the old wreck, two eager surfcasters have already set up camp in this remote area which is available only those who can walk there or off-road the dunes with their 4-wheel drives. Nelle has become possessive of that 2-mile track of refuge beach. Because it is adjacent to the property they rent, she rationalizes that any beach-goers she might meet are not intruders, but her guests, and they had best be apprised of the dress code. Of course, being nude for friends is one of her sexual turn-ons, but having two strange men see her up close and personal would be an extra sweet rush. So rather than detour up through the dunes or shorten her walk, Nelle determines to traipse by in only her reef shoes—proud of her well-toned 152-pound bod, flowing tits and Brazillian waxed snatch. As Brether contends, she is "built for comfort" and extremely sexy for a mature woman of 42. Both men are wearing sunglasses to shield their eyes from the glare of the rising summer sun low on the eastern horizon. They don't seem to be watching her, but she is sure that they are. What guy wouldn't watch a naked woman stroll past them? She has a choice to say something or walk by silently. Deciding to put on her aloof "Girl from Ipanema" act, she strides on by without a word, yet with an added bounce that makes her big tits jiggle and gives a samba-like rhythm to the swing of her round ass and hips. Nonetheless, she gets no comment from the guys, who seem to attend only to their fishing. Disappointed, Nelle continues on, making her usual distance, then turns around to go back the way she came. The ocean being calm, she decides to walk the water's edge and try a different tack with the stoic fishermen. Avoiding their long lines laid out in the surf, she walks up the sand behind them. Although Nelle is glad that the men have not been rude, she is slightly put out that she hasn't even drawn a glance, never mind a cat-call or a wolf- whistle. Stopping behind the pair, she begins, "How's the fishin' boys?" "Nothin' yet," the man on the right offers. "Do you'll think it'll rain?" Nelle asks trying to prod some further conversation. "Red sky at morning, sailor, take warning," offers the guy on the left in strong New England accent. "True enough," laughs Nelle. "What's running?" "Bluefish," the New Englander says as he rapidly reels in his lure, hoping for a strike. "Is this the first time you've fished here on the island?" Nelle goes on. "No. Usually, Bob and I fish off the south jetty, but we thought we'd come out here today away from the beach crowd. By the way, my name is Al; and this here on my left is Bob. Say, would you like to join us for some coffee and a doughnut?" "Hi, Bob, Al. I'd love a coffee and doughnut. My name's Nelle. I'm not disturbing your fishing, am I?" And, before Bob can answer, Al goes on, "Nah – we can let them ride in the waves for a bit. Bob and I were going to take a break anyway, right, Bob? " "I guess so." Bob returns with a reluctant roll of his eyes. Setting the poles in their sand-spikes, the three retreat up the beach to the guys' jeep, where there are two beach chairs, a 'Box of Joe' and a dozen of Dunkin Donut's finest. "Go ahead, Nelle," Al says as he starts to pour coffee, "take one of the chairs and help yourself to a doughnut. I'll sit on the tailgate." Nelle chooses a lemon-filled jelly stick to go with her black coffee; and, as the threesome chat, she kicks off her reef shoes and casually positions herself with one leg over the arm of the aluminum beach chair. Nelle is careful to flex her strong shapely legs (that Brether is nuts about, especially in stockings with garters) and moves so that both guys have a good view of her bare wet pussy. Before long she observes that she is, finally, getting the notice she deserves as the sizable bulges in Al and Bob's shorts expose their interest. " Tell me, Nelle," Bob smiles joining the conversation, "where did you walk from this morning? "My cottage – it's a rental on the other side of island." "Do you meet a lot of guys out here fishing?" "No, I don't, Bob. I hardly ever meet anyone out here. Sunrise is too early for most vacationers, and this is a pretty remote stretch of beach. But I've bumped into a fisherman or two," Nelle replies and then sucks some of the lemon filling that is about to drop from the end of her cruller. Bob grins broadly at her suggestive nibbling, but he continues to ask questions without losing a beat. "When you do meet guys out here dressed as you are, or should I say undressed as you are – do you ever get more than coffee and a doughnut from them?" "Sometimes," Nelle answers coyly. "I was thinking by your lack of response initially that you might be gay. But," she continues, reaching out to give Bob's risen cock a playful squeeze through his shorts, "that's obviously not true." "Sometimes we New Englanders are a bit restrained," Al offers, adjusting his own bulge, which has become quite prominent. "Uh huh," Nelle responds, smirking at Al's dry wit. Turning to look at Bob, she asks, "So, Bob, do you have something else that you would like to give me besides a doughnut and coffee?" Unzipping his fly, Bob takes out his hard on. "How about this? Would you like some of this?" "I do love jelly sticks, Bob, and you have a big handsome one that I would love to taste. Just sit right there." And with that Nelle gets up out of her chair, drops to her knees in front of Bob, and gazes with thirsty admiration at the extraordinary size of his engorged glans. Nelle licks and sucks his pre-cum already on tap. Then she laves his cock's thick barrel with her tongue before consuming its entire length. That action brings Al off his perch on the tailgate and to the ready. He frees his hardened cock from the constraint of his tight shorts, which he kicks off with his remaining clothes, and starts to jerk off. Seeing Al's uncut beauty come to life, Nelle pauses a moment to address him: "And what about you, Al? Would you like me to have something else?" In response Al approaches, his cock, the equal of Bob's, fully extended and waving proudly. As he moves toward her, Nelle is struck by his beautiful curly black pubic hair and the incredible size of his dark scrotum. Because Al's sack is bigger than Bob's and, for that matter, really bigger than any set of balls that she has ever seen, Nelle is suddenly weaned and switches her attentions. Taking Bob from her mouth to stroke in one hand, she reaches out to fondle Al's prodigious jewels with the other. "Hmmm – so large and loose and full of juice!" Nelle coos before taking Al down to the balls, nuzzling his dark bush. Al, transported by the sudden rush of sensation, groans loudly. Nelle alternates hand-pumping and blowing the two handsome hard cocks. Rewarded by Al and Bob's groans of pleasure and encouragement, she purrs her own satisfaction but, wanting more, asks, " Would one of you boys like to fuck my very wet cunt?" "Go ahead, Al," Bob demurs. "I'm happy right where I am – provided I can come in your mouth. Okay, Nelle?" "Mmmm, I want you to. And I want to swallow too. I want you both to come in me. Does that sound good, Al?" "O yes, baby!" Al crows. "I'll give you all I've got. I hope you can take it." He then moves behind Nelle, who is still on her knees in front of Bob's chair, and takes her doggy style from behind. Nelle is well lubricated, and Al's dick fills her well, ramming her hard as his big balls repeatedly slap her swollen pussy. Nelle groans, "Atta boy," and then plunges down Bob's shaft, deep- throating him. Beach boy Bob plays with her luscious tits that dangle and swing beneath her. He rolls her nipples between his fingers and then pulls them out long. Nelle gasps out her pleasure made manifold with Al's strong fucking from the rear. Bob, driven over the top by the sights, sounds and sensations of their orgy, cums in a rush. Cumming herself, Nelle is only able to swallow a gulp or two and takes the rest it in the face. Upon seeing Bob's creamy seed splash on Nelle's face and feeling the tightening grab of Nelle's O on his dick, Al loses his entire load deep inside her. In the breathy quiet of release and satisfaction, each holds another in the growing warmth of the rising sun. At length, with the dawn of reality Nelle exclaims, " God, fellas, that was fantastic! What a sunrise! Got a towel?" Nelle puts her reef shoes on and runs down to the water. Dropping the towel on the sand at water's edge, she then dives in to rinse off. By the time she returns, Al and Bob are all tucked in and nearly back to normal. Nelle hands the towel back, and the boys thank her for being such a great fuck with hugs, some tongue and few more squeezes of her tits. "Will you guys be here tomorrow?" Nelle asks. I have a girl friend who might join us if you thought you might." "Sorry, Nelle," Al replies. "Bob and I just had this odd day off this week and decided to come down to fish." "Well, maybe we'll meet again when you have another odd day off. You guys did me really well. I got off big time." "We got our rocks off big time, too, Nelle. We sure lucked out ourselves today –no matter how the fishing goes!" And with that, Nelle turns to walk back down the deserted beach to Sea Turn; and the boys, donning their sunglasses, return to their fishing.