1 comments/ 7356 views/ 0 favorites Tropic By: SaharaGuy The blazing sun burns down on the island out of a clear blue sky, and I am walking through the stand of palms, my bare feet avoiding the prickly fronds that have fallen from the trees and are littering the path. At the edge of the grove I pause. The warm trade wind is coming straight in off the sea and caressing my body, and I am wearing my briefest swimsuit, the bikini with the side ties that make me feel up for anything every single time I put it on. In front of me the beach of white powdery sand extends right and left, dazzling in the sun and shelving gently into the lagoon. Half a mile out is the coral reef and beyond that the deep blue and white surf of the limitless Pacific. A small bank of sand clings to the reef with a solitary palm tree on it and I think that if I can only get out there swimming will be much more adventurous in the breakers than in the quiet clear waters of the lagoon. Along the beach a small boat is pulled up on the sand. I try to move it back into the water, but though I am toned from regular sessions in the gym it doesn't want to stir. I try again. I strain, I gasp but not a movement. And then I suddenly become aware that I have company. One of my instant girlie assessments, for which I am so famed back home, takes less than five seconds. Male -- check. Around my height -- check. Around my age -- check. Dark hair, brown eyes, white teeth -- check. All he has on is a scruffy pair of sun-bleached denim shorts, brief and frayed at the legs, carelessly exposing a smooth firm body tanned even deeper than my own. Yes, I think to myself, this looks very interesting. With a smile, raised eyebrows and a gesture of his hand he asks if I want to take the boat out on the lagoon. I nod and smile back and point to the sandy islet on the reef. He motions for me to grip one side of the boat and between the two of us we slide it into the water. I wade in knee-deep, holding the bow into the wind while he swings on board and hauls up a small sail, and as the boat turns and begins to move forward I roll clumsily in over the side and end up in a heap on the bottom, in front of the mast. I never did have any control over my pussy when I get roused, and right now I can feel it becoming wet and slippery with cum between my thighs and there is a little dark patch on my bikini bottoms. I quickly pull my legs in, knees up to my chin, and then think what the hell and stretch them out again, as far as the other side of the boat will allow. I look up and just catch him as he looks away. But the bulge in his shorts is betraying him, and I am in no doubt at all that he is well aware of the sexual tension that is already building up between us. Hell, I say to myself again, why not, and I pull the bandeau top up over my head and drop it into the bottom of the boat. Stretching my arms out along the sides I let my head fall back, shutting my eyes against the brilliance of the sun and deliberately displaying myself. I can feel my nipples perking up and I am quite sure that he is looking at me, drinking it all in. Have a good look, I think -- this can all be yours if you play your cards right. The boat grounds on the islet and as I open my eyes and sit up he jumps out and pulls it up on to the small beach. I stand up, balancing precariously, and he turns to see if I need help. I purposely trip over the side of the boat to see what reaction I am going to get, and he is there as I had hoped, ready to steady me. I fall against him, brush my mouth against his cheek and then quickly back off and turn to walk towards the surf, taking one of his hands in mine and grinning at him to show that there is still plenty for him to play for. At the water's edge I let go of his hand, point to the waves and make breast-stroke motions, and he immediately shakes his head. Imitating a fish with one hand he makes a triangular gesture over it with his other forefinger and I get his meaning at once. I didn't realise that sharks might come this close inshore. Disappointed, I turn away from the sea and as I do so his hands take hold either side of my waist and he pulls me closer, and without hesitation my arms slide right around his neck and we are kissing furiously. My bare tits are squashed against his chest and I ease my feet apart, pushing my hips up against his and enjoying the return pressure as we move against each other. I am already feeling the liquid reaction of my cunt and I know that my pussy wants him inside me right now. His hands slide down to grip my bum, cupping the curves, pulling me into him and pushing my hips from side to side at the same time. And I know instinctively what his next move is going to be. Men are so predictable and he is no exception. The palms of his hands smooth back up over my hips and I can feel his fingertips resting motionless on the ties of my bikini bottoms. He is letting me know that he is planning to untie them and is looking for some small indication that I am ready and willing to let him strip me. I suppose I could give him a hard time if I really wanted, but my mouth is now completely involved with his and I am so fired up that he can do whatever he wants with my body and I wouldn't mind at all. I need him inside me and soon, so I suck in my stomach and ease my hips back a little so as to leave a small gap between us.That is all the encouragement he needs, and a moment later the scrap of material has dropped to the sand and I am stark naked and back in his arms, plastered firmly against the full length of his body. The erotic feeling of his rough shorts rubbing from side to side against the sensitive skin of my bare belly is spreading out in waves all through me and I am rapidly losing any control I might have had. I grip more tightly round his neck, lift my feet from the sand, wrap my legs round his waist and cross my ankles in the small of his back. He goes down easily on to his knees, lays me gently on my back on the sand and then kneels up between my legs, his hands going to the top of his shorts. I sit up and pull them away -- that's my job -- and he grins, hands by his sides, while I fumble with the fastenings. Now I have his shorts opened and pushed down over his arse, and he lifts his knees in turn to take them off. His cock rises rampant from a mass of curly hair and I lie back, pulling him down on top of me, grabbing his hands and holding them over my head so that he can't use them to position his penis for entry into me. I want the gorgeous feeling of my belly squirming around under his and finding just the right place by only using our bodies, and then I find it and line his cock up against the wet lips of my labia. I pull him up on me and gasp as he enters, his whole length sliding easily into my well-lubricated vagina, and he immediately begins to fuck me, moving forward and back in an easy rhythm. I try to slow my response down to match his timing, but the intensity of our foreplay and the magic of our surroundings has taken me too far over the top. I feel the familiar sensations flooding through me, I cry out and buck beneath him and then I am totally lost in an ecstatic orgasm. He has stopped moving, his cock still deep inside me, wondering if that is all there is, but I know that he hasn't come yet and I want to be the one to take him there, as soon as I have my body back and ready for further action. Looking for some way to keep him occupied for the little time it will take, I turn one foot sideways and push the two of us over, and as soon as he is on his back I climb astride him. Rising up on my knees I take his cock in both hands and guide it back into me, making a great production of wriggling down on him into a position that will give me maximum control and him maximum pleasure. And then we fuck, sometimes with me sitting up, impaled on his penis, and at other times laying flat on top of him with my arms curled round his head, bringing my breasts up to his face so he can nibble and suck me. A few times he is close to coming and stops me moving on him, but then the muscles in my vagina spasm or his cock twitches, and we are off again. And then at last he rolls me over and lays me flat out on the sand, knees up either side of his hips and hands pinioned over my head as he plunges into me faster and faster till he reaches a noisy climax. And I am so delighted with being the cause of such evident pleasure that only a couple of seconds later I follow him into another orgasm of my own. We break apart and lay on our backs, side by side, waiting for our heart rates to return to normal. After all this exercise I am feeling hot and sticky, with cum and sand in some of my most intimate places. I get up, wade into the lagoon till I am waist-deep and give myself a comprehensive wash down. Feeling a lot cleaner I return to the beach, find a shallow area and lay down on my back in the warm water, splaying my arms and legs wide and totally relaxing. With my eyes closed to shut out the glaring sun I hear him coming down to the water's edge and dropping into a squat beside me. And then I hear his much-loved voice telling me just what he wants to do with me next, a suggestion that at this time and in this place could only come from a man. "If you hurry up and make yourself decent, darling, we should just be able to get back to the hotel before they stop serving lunch." Tropical The air was growing cold and crisp. The sky a brilliant violet as the sun was finishing up its light display for the day. The moon already peaking up from a corner of the sky as if knowing that the suns act was through and it was time for it to take center stage. Goosebumps rise on the arms of the woman standing on the balcony as she stared off towards the distant sands of a beach. The water a dark shade of blue in the dying light of dusk. The sound of the tide washing up on the shore is barely audible at this distance. She inhales softly savoring the scent of the various tropical flowers as she enjoys the peace of the world around her. Warm arms move around her stomach and a warm body moves up behind her snuggling close. A smile crosses her lips as his face is buried into her neck and he enjoys the scent of her skin. His lips trace the line of her jaw before placing a soft kiss to her cheek. She snuggles back against him. Words not needed as they both just enjoy the presence of the other. As the sun finally relinquishes its place in the evening sky she turns in his arms to place a warm kiss to his soft mouth. His lips part under hers and she accepts the invitation. Slowly her tongue moves over his lips to invade the sweetness of his mouth as if discovering it for the first time. They both sigh as she pulls away to smile deeply into his eyes. She brushes her fingertips over the dampness of his lips marveling at how much she loved him. He kisses her fingers before drawing one into his mouth sucking softly, watching as passion darkens her eyes. His tongue moves over the softness of her finger while his hand moves from her hip to cup her breast running his thumb over the already hardened nipple. Her eyes close slowly as he squeezes the flesh eliciting a moan from her throat. He pulls the finger from his mouth kissing the palm of her hand before kissing his way up her arm to once again kiss her neck biting softly at the skin just below her ear. He can feel her shiver in delight and continues to run his tongue against her flesh as he nibbles it with his teeth. His fingers continue their sweet torment on her aching breast and she is lost in a sea of feeling. The night air flutters over her skin as he releases the buttons of her white blouse. She shivers again both from cold and anticipation. His mouth leaves her neck to suckle at her full breast drawing the pebble of a nipple into the searing heat of his mouth. Burying her fingers in his hair she hopes her shaking legs will support her through the sweetness of his loving. As if sensing the unsteadiness of her legs he wraps and arm around her back holding her close. His tongue slides over her drawing her ever deeper into his mouth and his hand kneads the softness of her breast.... Sliding his hand into hers they walk through the open patio doors into the bedroom beyond. Only the light of the still rising moon illuminates the large king-size bed. The thick rug feels soft under their bare feet as they walk towards the bed. Silently they remove each others clothing kissing the areas of skin that they expose. The breeze from out side blows through the still open door chilling skin even as desire warms them from within. Standing naked they come together. First the barest brush of lips against lips, barely touching just tasting. Her hands move feather soft over his waist and chest. Pausing to feel the steady beat of his heart her journey takes her to his dear face, tracing the lines of his eyebrows fluttering over the lashes of his closed eyes cupping his cheeks and then ever so slowly she places a kiss to the tip of his nose. He opens his eyes to smile at her before drawing her against him in a tight embrace. His hands journey slowly over her body from hip to stomach where he mischievously traces a line around her navel, laughing softly at her warning growl to steer clear of that sensitive area. He traces a finger between her breast, which look pale and lovely in the light from the moon. His fingers climb up her neck to thread in the hair at the back of her head tilting her face so that he could once again kiss the pulse point below her ear. His tongue can feel the quickening of her heart and he can hear the faint moan that escapes her as his mouth explores her sensitive neck. Stepping away from her he pulls down the soft green comforter that covers the bed. He motions for her to climb in. She sits at the edge of the bed but instead of moving over to make room for him she pulls him close to her. Her hands glide over his thighs to gently cup the hardness of his arousal. He sighs as he watches her hands touch him in the shadows of the room. Her fingers slowly closing over him and stroking bring a moan from deep inside his chest. His eyes close as her hands move, causing waves of feeling deep in his stomach. He feels warm air stir over him before the wetness of her tongue traces across the head licking away the pre-cum that had leaked out, he shudders at hearing her moan in pleasure, as she tastes him. He feels himself slowly enveloped inside the silken heat of her mouth. Her tongue dancing over him as her lips move up and down the shaft. He feels lost in the desire to fill her lovely throat with his juices. Her fingers circle the base stroking firmly as her mouth moves taking him deep in her throat with each thrust. His fingers curl in her hair holding her head, feeling it move, as she loves him with her mouth. He can feel the impending orgasm and attempts to pull away, not wanting to cum without her. She places a hand at his hip holding him to her wanting to taste him, and knowing the night is young. His fingers tighten in her hair as he thrusts into her greedy mouth. A cry burst forth from his lips as he thrusts one more time and fills her throat with his cum, moaning as she swallows it all down sucking him dry waiting until he is soft before releasing him... A soft sigh escapes the woman as she awakens. The room is dark and cool. The moon has set and a breeze flutters the curtains of the patio doors. Rising from the bed she carefully makes her way to the doors wrapping a blanket around her. Articles of clothing are scattered over the floor where they had earlier been discarded in haste. Smiling at the memory she pulls the blanket tighter around herself and steps back onto the balcony. It is quiet now, only the occasional call of the night animals can be heard. The far off surf sounds louder now in the absence of daytime noises. Walking over she kneels on the cushioned bench that surrounds the patio, resting her arms on the rail she sits there enjoying the peace of her surroundings. A soft rustle and then the padding of feet approach her from behind. She smiles as his warmth covers her back and his arm curve over her removing the blanket from her and then wrapping around them both as he stands behind her still kneeling form. The bench is high so she comes up to his chin, he rests his head on top of hers and they snuggle together enjoying the feeling of their naked skin touching one another. She can feel his arousal growing against the cheeks of her butt and she rubs back against him. Moaning he grinds himself against her. Reaching down he slips his hand between her legs parting them. His fingers glide over her damp folds and find her clit, rubbing it softly. He smiles as she moans and moves against his fingers. He places kisses against her neck and shoulder as he continues the stroke her. Her moans grow loader and he slips his thumb up into her, sliding in easily, loving the way she cries out in pleasure. She is lost in a sea of feeling, her heart thumping in her chest. Bending forward she rests her head on her arms feeling his other hand rub over her bent back. Her hips thrust against his fingers feeling the climax coming. Her thighs start the shake before the wave washes over her drawing her out on a tide of pleasure, her cries echoing in the stillness of the night. Her body goes limp and his fingers continue to move over her. She tries to move away, she is still shuddering and over sensitive but he holds her to him and continues until she is moaning again. Removing his thumb from her still twitching mound he places it at the entrance to her ass. Rubbing softly over the puckered portal. Slowly he inserts his wet thumb into her, the fit is tight. When he has pressed all the way in he stops and rubs her clit faster allowing her time to get used to his intrusion. Feeling her relax around him he starts to move slowly in and out of her ass and rubbing her clit bringing loud moans of pleasure from her. He withdraws his hand smiling as she whimpers in disappointment, kissing her bent back as he rubs his cock against her dripping pussy, wetting it before pressing it to her ass. She shudders in anticipation as her presses into her ever so slowly. She slips a hand between her legs and rubs her clit as he enters her. Inch by inch he slips inside allowing her to stretch to accommodate him inside her tightest of places. When he is in to the hilt he stops holding her close to him, rubbing her back and hips desperate to move but wanting her to be ready. Slowly the muscles relax enough to allow him to slide a bit out of her then back in, taking his time with smooth slow strokes loving how tightly she holds him. Her fingers move frantically over her clit as he moves in and out of her ass. Waves of pleasure coarse through her as he moves. She starts to grind back against him, showing him she wants more and he starts thrusting into her faster moving deep into her ass before with drawing almost all the way only to plunge back in again and again. He can feel her body tense just as his climax hits him. Their cries mingles as he fills her ass with his hot cum and her muscles milk every drop. Tropical Adventure Standing on the second floor balcony just off her hotel room, face tilted up feeling the warm breeze of the tropical night embrace her body like a lover. Long silky tendrils of her hair brushed against her bare skin, softly caressing. A bead of sweat slowly trickled from her neck into the valley of her large, firm breasts. Her voluptuous body was covered in an almost sheer sun dress. A thin strap slowly slid down her arm causing the “V” neckline to slip down to expose an erect nipple. The hem of the sheer dress gently fluttered with the breeze at mid thigh, occasionally coming up high enough to expose the lush bare curves of her ass. Long, slightly tanned legs were slightly spread as she took in the beauty before her. Facing the ocean she drank in all the new sights, sounds, and smells of the tropical island, a shiver of excitement racing up her spine, for all the new experiences she would soon encounter on this tropical vacation. The full moon was reflected off the ocean and the night seemed alive in mystery, from the bright moon & stars, to the large palm trees along the long expanse of white sand. Off in the distance a couple walked along the shoreline holding hands. Muffled conversation & music from the hotel’s nightclub was only slightly noticeable. The night seemed to sizzle with life. On the king size bed behind her a lone body stirred. He had reached in his sleep for her body. Feeling only the cool smooth empty expanse of silk beneath his hand, he came fully awake. Silently sitting up he explored every inch of the room for her with his eyes. The room was gently lit by the glow of the full moon. The long white curtains fluttered from the open balcony doors revealing her. The sight of her standing in the moonlight, her every curve visible to his eyes caused his desire for her to build. His tall, nude body silently moved from the bed towards the source of his hunger. He had an overwhelming desire to be deep inside her hot, welcoming depth. It wasn’t until his strong arms reached around her and roughly kneaded her full breasts that she became aware of his hungry presence. As he pulled her roughly against his hard body, his erect cock rubbed insistently against her lightly covered back. Turning her head, her full, lush lips were met with his insistent demanding lips & tongue. Making her very aware of his impatient desire, his tongue moved in and out, mating with hers. The top of her sundress was at her waist as his rough large hands squeezed her nipples hard, his hot mouth swallowing her moan of pain and desire. They were visible to any one walking below who happened to look up. Not caring, he was driven by his one savage desire to plunge his now painfully hard cock deeply into her hot depth. Visions of pounding in and out of her tight hungry depth, which was his for the taking, moved quickly through his mind. Unwilling to deny himself a minute longer he jerked up her dress and roughly inserted a strongly muscled leg between hers. He positioned her slightly bent forward with hands out stretched grasping the balcony rail. Positioning his cock, he plunged deeply inside her without further care. She took all of him, greeting his invasion with liquid heat, moaning softly. His eyes closed, as the pleasure was so strong it was almost overwhelming. His long, hard cock felt like it had been dipped into a tight, burning inferno. Not one he wanted to escape anytime soon. Her inner muscles strongly gripped his hard length, further deepening his pleasure. He let out a deep guttural groan of pleasure. Unable to control himself he roughly grabbed her softly curved hips and began pushing in and out, his balls slapping against her thighs as he relentlessly buried his cock to the hilt, then retreated until just his head was inside her. She bent further over until her breasts where pressed against the balcony rail, her hands on the rail trying to brace her body against his hard thrusts. Her warm brown eyes were closed in pleasure, biting her lips to control the moans of pleasure that rippled through her body as she was filled to capacity by his hard length. Nothing existed outside the hard cock filling her eager depth. The pain of her breasts being pushed against the solid metal rail in front of her was secondary to the pleasure she was receiving from the relentless thrusts that seemed to reach her womb. With her eyes shut so tightly in pleasure, she did not see the stranger below come out on the grass to smoke a cigar. The rhythmic noise of their hot joining betrayed their location and activity. The raw coupling above held the avid gaze of the stranger, who was unable to look away. Eyes momentarily leaving the soft round ass in front of him, a movement below caught his attention. Not breaking his demanding rhythm, the two men’s eyes met in the darkness. The stranger below did not retreat, instead continuing to enjoy the view the couple afforded to him. Momentarily, thoughts of going inside and continuing with this raw uncontrolled lovemaking came to mind, but swiftly left as he felt his cock being squeezed by her inner muscles as she climaxed strongly. Any further thoughts of the stranger’s presence swiftly left his thoughts. Falling stars seemed to explode behind her closed eyelids; a red hot heat along with tingles of pleasure engulfed her body as it went up in rolling waves of flames. As the voluptuous body in front of him went up in what seemed like the strongest orgasm he had ever felt; with her contractions squeezing his cock, the feeling so intense it almost brought both of them to their knees in pleasure. Unable to withstand such intense pleasure, feeling his balls tighten, he increases his tempo to a brutal force, slamming into her unresisting depth, pouring his hot seamen deep inside her yearning depth in short spurts until he was drained dry. Loud guttural groans of pleasure escape from his clenched lips as he too reaches his peak. Slowly, reluctantly, coming back to earth from such an intense coupling, he urged her to stand up straight, pressing her sweat slicked back against his hard body. Rough hands now gentle massaged her breasts as his cock, still inside her now cum filled depth, slowly became soft. Now gentle, when once rough, and unrelenting he kneaded her sore breasts and whispered softly into her ear. His eyes scan the ground below, suddenly recalling the stranger, but only the faint scent of his cigar was left in the calm shadows of the tropical night. She turned to face him, causing his now soft cock to reluctantly slide out from its prison of pleasure. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her almost bare body against his. He slowly eased the now wrinkled sundress bunched around her waist to the balcony floor. They exchanged long soft kisses, no words passing between them. Relaxed and well pleasured they retired to the cool silk sheets of the bed just beyond the balcony. Wrapped in each others arms, they slowly drift into a restful sleep. Bright sunlight streamed through the open balcony doors. The long white curtains were open revealing the beauty of the outside world, yearning to be explored. Sea birds could be heard crying to each in search of their morning meal. The couple entwined together as one in the center of the large bed slowly woke. During the night the silk sheet covering them had slipped off. Her eyes opened and caressed the exposed skin that was rough and masculine before her. Unable to resist the temptation her hands soon followed the path her eyes had traveled. Gently, so as not to wake up the sleeping male before her, she traced his brows, nose, and lips. His face relaxed in sleep, seemed younger and at peace. Unable to resist the temptation of his soft full lips she gently kissed his lips, taking the full bottom lip between hers; she sucked & traced it with her inquisitive tongue. His lips responded to her stimulation, kissing her back. Soon tongues where intertwined in an erotic dance. She slowly pulled back, reluctant to leave him, but needing to shower as the remnants of the previous night's raw coupling was making its presence known between her legs. She smelled of sex. Pressing her legs tightly together, she slowly sat up, swinging her legs to the floor. Her long thick hair swung against her back hiding the curve of her back. Reaching out, she pulled the fallen silk sheet from where it had fallen. Wrapping the cool smooth sheet around her body, she left the bed and walked into the large marble bathroom. she presented. Demanding, sensual, uninhibited, shy, innocent, modest, and unassuming were just a few character traits she had that always seemed to catch him off guard with. The sound of the shower turning on brought him back to the present. Quickly moving from the bed he slipped into the bathroom. The image of her standing nude with rivulets of water flowing down her body caught his breath. Raising her arms, she began to shampoo her long hair. The movement caused her large, lush breasts to be thrust up, her soft pink coral colored nipples were standing to attention. Her nipples were very sensitive and reactive; the shower’s strong pulses of water had brought them to attention. Having finished washing her hair she turned and let the shampoo be rinsed out of her hair, the lather sliding down her back. Still unaware of his presence, he watched as her hands came up and kneaded her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between her fingers. Watching her fondle her breasts caused his mouth to go dry. The clear shower walls began to fog up; unable to wait any further he quickly opened the shower door and joined her. The cool air from the open shower door caused her to squeal in protest. The protest died quickly, when he closed the door and enclosed them in the large marble shower. Urging her to turn her back towards him, he took a generous amount of conditioner and slowly and thoroughly worked it through her long hair. The rhythmic movements of his hands massaging her scalp were complete bliss. Her hair conditioned, he turned to the next task. Taking a generous amount of fragrant body soap into his hands, he rubbed his large rough hands together working up a lather. Inch by inch every part of her body was introduced to his lather filled hands. One large hand moved slowly down her stomach towards her center. Long, strong fingers eased between her full lips causing moans of pleasure to start. She opened for him like a flower opening its dew dropped petals to the sun. One finger dipped into her moist depth moving in and out. She leaned back against his solid body and spread her legs further apart allowing him easier access. Feeling her relax, he added one more finger to his invasion of her honeyed depth, stretching her. The pad of his thumb found her hidden button, and began to slowly stroke her to orgasm. The multiple sensations of his fingers moving in and out of her depth and the attention to her button soon built her to her peak. Just as the spiral of pleasure began, he stopped his talented movements. Being denied her pleasure, she quickly turned and lightly bit his shoulder. By guiding her chin up, he brought her face towards his. He kissed her deeply in apology, hands holding her hips close against his body. The friction of his body moving against hers, was too much for her body, her skin overly sensitive with coming oh so close to the promised land of fulfillment. She all but crawled over his body craving the relief his talented body could provide. He pushed her to the marble seat in the shower and urged her to sit down. He followed her down, kneeling on the shower floor. Her legs opened wide inviting him between her legs; the petals of her flower open wide, waiting for his possession. He grasped her legs and eased them up over his shoulders. Impatiently, she reached out and guided his head down, unwilling to wait longer. Ever so slowly, he brought his face close to her heat, taking in her sweet scent gently blowing on her. Holding back was no longer possible. Her cries demanding attention could not be denied any longer. The desire to tease her had ended. Stiffening his tongue he plunged into her welcoming depth tasting her sweet dew. Sucking on her lips, stroking his tongue from her button to her bud, he explored her every inch. He held on and continued with his loving attention as she went up in flames, shattering into a million delicious pieces. Slowly coming back to earth, she guided him back up. Tongues met his tasting of her sweet dew. Taking his hand she guided them out of the shower, leading him back to the bed. She laid back onto the silk sheets, coaxing him to join her. Spreading her legs wide she gave him the prefect view of her sweetly swollen lips. Unable to deny himself any longer he crawled onto the bed from the feet. Her hands reached out and grasped his hard cock guiding him into her heat. Plunging his whole length inside her and then completely out. He drove them both mad with desire. His forceful thrusts causing the head board to bang loudly against the wall with each rhythmic thrust. Sounds of their wild coupling filled the room. Losing control of his even rhythm, he stroked hard & fast bring them both to orgasm. Tropical Adventure Jason stirred in his bed as the mid-morning sunlight made its way into his bedroom. His mind was a jumble of random thoughts; graduation, 18, his future, virgin (still).a Across the room lay his cousin Matt. In the stillness Jason could hear the rhythmic, steady breathing of a deep sleep. No words spoken yet, but Aarons lingering wicked smile revealed the mystery surrounding the previous evening's events. Last night was the graduation ceremony and the fateful party, one of many across their town. Matt and Jason, born only days apart, grew up more like brothers than cousins. Their homes had adjoining back yards, and a well worn gate was evidence that they traveled the path often. Years of baseball, neighborhood buddies, summer vacations together and the adventures of adolescence. Jason was accepted and well liked among their friends, but Matt was always the attention-getter. He had an unusual flair and magnetic appeal. This became evident with the fairer sex in the later years of high school. During late nights together of TV and pizza, Matt would share tales of his conquests to Jason. Matt never bragged or put Jason down for not matching his vigor, as the two seemed to have an unspoken bond and enjoyed the time together. Jason nevertheless secretly wished and dreamed that he could be like his cousin, and share in the fascinating exploits. Maybe it was because he didn't have a dad in the house, or maybe it was because Matt was following the example of his own dad, who had quite a reputation as a ladies man in his younger days. Some questions just don't have answers. Julie, Jason's mom bought a house near her sister many years ago when Jason's dad left unexpectedly. It was always hard for her to understand why he left, as only a short note found on the kitchen table when she awoke to an empty bed. "See ya" the note read. That wasn't much explanation for leaving a seemingly happy and normal marriage of five years, a small child and a future. Julie, like Jason, also believed that some questions don't have answers. But instead of wallowing in her sorrow, she chose to take control of her life. Julie went back to school, and took a modest position at a local business. She knew she would never be well off like her sister Paula, but her dignity was something of greater value. Julie gained the respect of her employer and peers over the past 15 years, and made a good lie and comfortable home for Jason. As a single parent, much of her leisure time was anything but leisure. She kept herself occupied with Jason and the house. It was a comfortable home with a pool, big expanse of tended grass. A place to raise her son, which soon became the place where everyone young and old wanted to gather. Hours of pool time, BBQ and just hanging out became the summertime tradition. This year would be different, and the guys would be starting college and considering careers. But for Matt and Jason, it would hopefully be the start of their best summer ever if they had their way. Julie's sister, Paula and her husband Stan always had the best of everything; cars, boats, toys and a very well furnished home. Paula didn't work, and even had the luxury of a housekeeper. The place looked spotless every time Jason visited. Almost too clean, like they really didn't "live" there. And yet, the two families shared a close bond, set apart from material things. Paula and Stan took care of Julie during the early years, both in time and resources, something she will always be grateful for. They also made special accommodations for Jason; like the times when Julie was in school or just starting her job and couldn't afford child care, school clothes, and even extra gifts under the Christmas tree. Paula and Stan had never been through hard financial times, and they didn't judge Julie for her situation. To them, their generosity was just what family does. In fact, they had invited Jason on several summer vacations at the cabin. But most of all Stan and Paula had invited Jason to accompany Matt on his graduation trip to an island report. Julie was doing well in providing for them, but this is something that was way out of her financial ability. She was glad for the offer to take Jason, and in some ways wished she could go. But, she appreciated their generosity and knew the trip was for the boys. "Maybe someday" she promised herself. Jason stirred again with that heavy feeling following a restless night's sleep. He was well aware of Matt's romp with Danielle at the graduation party last night. Jason wished that his girlfriend Megan would have the same idea, but his hopes were dashed early in the evening by the dreadful and all too common post-graduation speech of "now that we're going off to college, I think it's important that we see other people. It's too hard to keep up a long distance romance, and we're still so young... blah,blah,blah..." Her voice turned to ice and all he could hear was his mind screaming for release. He tried to keep the always cool and "nice-guy" exterior that he was always known for. But, "No more Mr. Nice Guy" he thought, and casually dumped his beer in her lap, before heading for the door. The night air helped him clear his thoughts and gain direction and control of his destiny. Finally. Moments later, Megan left in a flurry of tears. Jason went back in and only moderately enjoyed the rest of the evening with his friends. Although his original plan did not materialize, he felt comforted by the crazy antics of his schoolmates and thought, "Well, there's always college days to look forward to. I'm sure to get lucky then". Jason soon relaxed and let the past be the past. The guys headed home in Jason's car about 4AM, and their late arrival home was something to be expected. Jason poured his cousin Matt in the twin bed, dropped his own pants and climbed into the other twin bed. He expected sleep to overtake him, but in spite the late hour, he laid there staring at the ceiling trying to figure out the evenings events. Jason pulled on pajama bottoms and wandered into the family room where he found his mom at the couch, still in her robe with paper and coffee in hand. She smiled and did not speak, but the look on her face said that he looked like hell. He did, and felt like it too. He knew he could always depend on her to be there. In fact it seems that over the past few years, she had silently looked to him as well. Simple hugs, pat on the back or the right compliment at the right time that only a son could do. They loved each other, plain and simple. She patted the couch and he took a position next to her and laid his head on her shoulder, still not speaking. She held her soft hand against the side of his face for just a moment before speaking. Ever so softly, she said "you stink". He remembered the beer, the cigarettes, and other smoke that filled the room during the evening. Yeah, I suppose a shower would be a good idea. She nodded in agreement and smiled. They had this ability to communicate without speaking. Something two people develop after years together alone. It was a good thing for them. In fact, some messages are stronger unspoken. Julie told him to take his time while she started some breakfast for him. Good idea, he was famished. Jason headed in the bathroom, stepped behind the shower curtain and with his eyes closed, just stood still letting the warm water rush over his body. It felt good, and he felt very much alive. After a few minutes, he began to wash lathering the soap all over his body. It felt good too, waking the feeling in his groin and working up a solid erection. He wasn't thinking of a favorite fantasy as he often did, just the sensations as he stroked himself. He was lost in orgasm and there was an unexpected knock at the door, his mom calling his name. The soft, sweet female voice startled him and her face came to his mind. What timing, he thought, and the picture of her face in his imagination expanded to include the rest of her body, naked. It was a good moment, then reality overtook him and the thought vanished. "My mom!" he thought. That wasn't quite what he had in mind and in fact, kind of weird. Jason thought about it for only a moment, then rationalized that it was a random thought, like a dream, not something that he intended to do. But nonetheless, it was intense and pleasurable. His mom was very attractive for her age, and he had not been exposed to any other females in comfortable situations that a home brings, like robes, nightgowns and wearing towels during the dash from the bathroom to bedroom. The idea lingered for another moment, and he passed it off. Jason dressed and went into the kitchen where his mom was preparing a good old fashioned Saturday breakfast. Eggs, sausage and waffles with juice and more fresh hot coffee. "Go ahead and get some coffee. I waited until you were out of the shower before starting the eggs" she said without turning. Jason looked at her again, still in her modest robe, long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and shimmering in the morning light. He walked up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist and gave her a gentle hug and he had many times before. He felt her body relax and settle against his chest. She was comfortable in his arms. He also noticed the softness of her flat stomach, the gentle round hips and the soft aroma of her perfumed hair. He felt a stir, and shifted slightly, then let his hands glide across her hips. Jason and Julie slowly moved apart. She did not turn around, and he was relieved, as there was a slight rise in the front of his jeans. Jason moved to the table and sat down as his mom turned away from the stove with a plate full of food. "That was because of her twice" he reminded himself, then put the thought out of his mind. Thankfully his arousal subsided and his mind turned towards food. Julie already had her breakfast while the boys were sleep. She poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down across the table from Jason to keep him company while he ate. She always enjoyed his company and savored this time in particular as she knew he would be leaving in the fall. She reminded herself that it is all a part of growing up, but that didn't make the idea any easier to accept. She was aware of her closeness with Jason, and had enjoyed time with him. Even more as he matured. She was lost in her thoughts as he ate, and found herself evaluating her son, as he was now becoming a young man. She was pleased with his handsome appearance, and his gentle ways. "He'll be a good catch for some lucky girl", and thought further "I just hope he finds someone as nice as he is". The morning quiet was broken by a disturbance from the bedroom. Matt was up and making an awful racket. The door burst open and he ran for the bathroom in just his underwear. "He looks pretty bad. I hope he makes it" Julie said somewhat concerned. She laughed and knew very well what was wrong, remembering back many years. Things haven't changed that much and boys will be boys. She did not condone drinking, but knew that last night was a rite of passage for the guys. The party was an exception for Jason, as she normally kept an eye on where he went, and what he did through high school. She was not over-protective and let him make his mistakes to learn a lesson or two. Matt, on the other hand was out every weekend, and usually paid for it the morning after. His parents didn't seem to mind, and recalled their wilder days. "We turned out okay" they would kid Julie. Paula was the "wild child", and although the younger of the two sisters by two years, the first to mess around, and the first to have sex. She also hung out with a fast paced crowd at high school, which is naturally where she met Stan. Julie was a "bottle blonde" since her teens and still kept up the image, complete with stylish clothing and recent boob job. It was amusing to watch her when the boys' friends were around. Paula would try to re-live her youth by imitating the kids in her language and actions. Several times when Paula was out and more than a little tipsy, Julie heard her talk about sex with other men and a couple adventures into swinging with Stan. Julie dated occasionally, but didn't seem to find the urge to go for more than friendly companionship. She certainly had urges, but satisfied them alone in the privacy of her bedroom. Although Julie was the quieter of the two sisters, she had a subtle sensuality. When they were out together, men always noticed Paula first, but soon their steady gaze would fall on Julie She just had it all together, naturally. Paula loved her sister but loved attention more. However, no matter how hard she tried, whenever they were together in public it always had the same ending. She grudgingly accepted, but never gave up trying. By now this had become a standing joke between the two of them. What made matter worse, is that the two families were in on the joke and never let Paula forget it. Matt reappeared at the door still wearing only his boxer shorts, face washed and mouth rinsed, but he still looked like hell. He started to speak, but grabbed his mouth and made another run for the toilet. Shortly thereafter, Julie and Jason heard the shower running. About fifteen minutes passed and Julie was certain the hot water was gone, but still heard the shower running. She became a little concerned and suggested that Jason go check on his cousin. As Jason scooted his chair back and began to stand, he heard the shower stop, then a disgusting belch that could only come from his still drunk cousin Matt. Julie and Jason again exchanged silent glances and burst out into laughter. Julie started to make some breakfast for Matt, then changed her mind given his current state and popped some bread in the toaster. Matt soon emerged still wearing only his boxers but at least looked like he was among the living. Julie had been around the guys and in many different circumstances over the years, so the sight of matt in his boxers was no big thing. This time was different as Matt's half engorged penis was tenting out his shorts. Jason broke the ice, and asked Matt if he was pitching a tent for the circus. Matt, still drunk enough look down and laughed "Whoa Dude, looks like it." before taking a place at the table. Only Matt could pull it off without even a blush. Julie had enough sense to downplay the event and said something about too much testosterone, then headed off to get dressed for the day. The guys were left alone and started to talk more about the graduation party, or at least as much as matt could remember. Their conversation was interrupted by a phone call from Paula. Paula was excited about the trip and flight plans for Monday morning. She went on about what she was taking and the resort. Matt had not yet begun to pack, and didn't have a clue what to take. In his usual flair he said that he would just throw some stuff in his suitcase Monday morning. Julie doubted that her sister would let him get away with it. Julie took the week off work so she could enjoy time while she had the place to herself. There were some projects that she had in mind, and now would be a good time without interruption. Even though Julie wasn't going, she was excited for Jason. She made several trips to the store with Jason and bought clothes and accessories for the trip. She reminded him several times that this is a once in a lifetime trip. Jason always looked nice but didn't dress up very often. Jeans or khakis and a shirt were often enough to suit his needs. Julie had the travel brochures for the resort and encouraged him to dress up a little. The guys wanted to start the first day of summer in style and set out the lounge chairs by the pool. The nearby table was full with radio, chips, and salsa and of course more beverages. They joked that all they needed now was a couple of hot chicks. The sun was high and hot. Both guys were asleep when the sound of the gate latch woke them. Paula came walking though wearing a summer cover-up and holding a towel. Not exactly the hot chick they were expecting. She called out to Julie and continued past the guys toward the house. Peace and quiet was what they were looking for after last night, but knew they would have to pay the price for their fun. Paula had a new suit and wanted to get some sun to cover up any possibility of tan lines before leaving. When Paula called earlier she suggested that they lay out by the pool. Julie thought it would be fun to spend some time with her sister and the boys before they leave and welcomed the idea. Julie was wearing a one-piece suit. By her standards, it showed more skin than she was comfortable with, having high cut sides and a deep V. The guys opened their eyes for a moment and shot and admiring glance her way .But it was her yard and she was with family so no big deal. Paula dropped her cover up to display her new suit, if you could call it that. A thong bottom and string top with two small patches of shimmering fabric to cover only half her breasts. Paula spun full circle to give them all a view. Both guys now sat up in the chairs with eyes wide open. She said that it was a surprise for Stan, and Julie commented there is no doubt that he will be surprised, and probably aroused too, which brought more crude comments form the guys. Paula shrugged it off, pulled over a lounge and applied her tanning oil. Julie sat on the other side of the guys near the edge of the pool. Jason was glad that he had sunglasses on so nobody would see him steal glances at his aunt, Paula. She looked fine and had his full attention. During one glance, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and could tell that his mom saw him looking at Paula. Jason tried to be cool about it and made some comment about taking a swim. Matt was in no mood to disturb his rest and stayed on the lounge. Paula went in the house to call Stan who was finishing some last minute details at work, so Julie got up to cool off with Jason. They swam separate random patterns leisurely around the pool and met up at the shallow end. Both propped their elbows on an inflatable mattress and Julie started to talk about how much she was looking forward to enjoying the summer. She also said that she caught him sneaking a peek at Paula, and splashed him playfully. Julie pushed away from the mattress and swam on her back, offering him some consolation saying that Paula's suit didn't leave much to the imagination. She added that she even took a few more looks at it herself. He noticed how sheer his mom's suit was when it got wet, revealing the detail of every inch of her skin as she floated on her back, oblivious to the situation... Not again, he thought as he kept looking, admiring his mom in an uncomfortable way he never done before. He had seen flashes of skin before when she would run from the bathroom to bedroom in a towel, or when her robe would occasionally open as she shifted at the breakfast table. But now for some reason it mattered. Jason became quiet and into his thoughts when Julie called out his name to get his attention. It startled him and he made some kind of excuse about being tired from the night before. But his thoughts of her never left, staying just below the surface. The calm was broken when Paula slammed the patio door, cursing madly about Stan. She was so angry that it took her a minute to get the words to come out right. Paula said that Stan had to leave Monday for a last minute business trip. "Business trip, my ass" she screamed, and continued with the raving. She knew that Stan was having little fling with a client, and would be glad to have some free time for a week so he could play with her anytime. "Two can play that game. And Julie, you're going with us next week" Paula said. Julie explained that she couldn't' go on short notice and didn't have a thing to take. "Get dressed Julie, we're going shopping for you and Stan is buying." Julie knew that Paula was serious, but didn't like the idea of taking advantage of Stan's credit card. Matt told her to go for it. Jason fueled the fire even more and said reminded her that this is HER once in a lifetime opportunity. Julie's resistance quickly melted and she saw that chance begin to fade right before there eyes. "Yes! Let's do it" she exclaimed with resolve. Tropical Adventure The rest of the weekend went by in such a blur and before anyone could change a thing they were on approach for landing, passing over miles of beach lined with lush tropical green landscape. As they gathered the luggage, Paula told Julie that she still loves Stan and has known about other indiscretions, but is trying to teach him a lesson this time. Paula assured her that it would all blow over, but for this week- hell with him. Beautiful young men and women were everywhere distracting Jason and Matt at every turn. Julie were trying keep the guys on track, at least until they got to the hotel. The shuttle took them from the airport to the hotel, passing long the beach. Matt and Jason kept their moms laughing the whole way with their comments about then variety of nearly naked women along the beach. Even Paula said that her suit looked tame by comparison to what the girls were wearing (or not). Julie agreed. Matt said he was sure that he saw some girls sunning topless, and Paula said he was having eye strain from staring. Jason and Matt just drooled and dreamed. The moms laughed. Their hotel accommodations consisted of a two room suite. As the initial plan was for Stan to accompany Paula, one room had two queen beds. The other had a king size bed with a veranda that opened out to the beach. Julie, glad to come along, was more than willing to share a bed with her sister. Paula made sure the guys had their things situated before they headed out to the beach as a welcome dinner was planned for that evening. Once unpacked, Matt and Jason set out to explore their new paradise. The girls unpacked, changed into comfortable sundresses and settled into chairs on the veranda with a frothy drink from the nearby bar. Julie took off her sandals and sat into the large rattan chair. The soothing sun warmed her spirit and the tropical breeze caressed her skin. Both sat there for a while until Julie broke the silence. "Paula. This is so unexpected, and means so much to me. You have done so much for Jason and I in the past. I would never do something like this by myself. I suppose I could finally afford it but never got up the nerve to just go out and do it." Paul said" You know, There is nobody that deserves this, and so much more, than you sis. I've had a good life and haven't had to work for it. You have worked hard to provide for you and Jason, and have done damn good. Go for it girl. In fact, I'm glad that Stan didn't come on this trip. We'll have a lot more fun without him, if you know what I mean". Julie was a little apprehensive, because she did know what her sister meant. But oh well, you only live once and this was the trip of a lifetime. Julie and Paula had already showered, and were starting to get ready for dinner when the guys came back at about 6PM. They were full of stories about their exploits in only the past three hours. Jason confirmed Matt's story about the topless girls and said he saw plenty himself on the beach during their walk. This got the attention of Julie and Paula, and made for interesting conversation during dinner. Fortunately, Paula had a chance to re-pack Matt's suitcase with some appropriate clothing before they left home. The women were beautiful in their sundresses and already glowing with the tan from home. The guys looked knock-dead handsome. Over dinner they all spoke of plans for the next day. The guys had already met some girls on the beach and made plans for the next day. The women intended to do some serious lounging, and as Paula called it "sight-seeing" (guy watching). Jason looked across the table at his aunt, Paula. Then to his right, where his mom was seated. God, they were beautiful. Paula had a tight fitting low-cut sundress that showed off her assets. Julie was wearing sundress too and Jason was sure that Paula picked it out. It was not like anything she already had before. The linen fabric was an assortment of bright oversize exotic flowers. The neck was scooped to reveal swelling breasts. Jason knew that his mom had a good figure but this really took him off guard. His gaze worked down to admire the curve of her bottom and high slit in the side of the dress, then back up again. As his gaze reached her breast, he realized that she had stopped talking and was looking at him too. Jason didn't quite know how to react, with the stirring inside, and just softly told her how beautiful she was tonight. Julie just blushed and accepted the comment. He had told her that before, but never with that look on his face. It had been years since she had seen that look on a mans face. She graciously accepted his compliment, and their conversation continued. After dinner the four spent some time on the veranda watching the sun set on their paradise. Although the guys had met up with new and young girls earlier, Jason was still captivated up in the beauty of his mom. He suggested that they should go out dancing together as dates since this was their first night together. And, it was doubtful that guys would be available any other night this week. Paula playfully told them not to get their hopes up too high since there were a lot of other hot guys at the resort. But the girls accepted and Matt obliged with Jason's suggestion. About 10PM the two women and their "dates" set off on foot, arm in arm for the local club. It was six blocks away but the music and laughter could be heard as soon as they left the resort. The warm tropical air was intoxicating to Paula and Julie. Both women went along and felt young again. At the club, Julie looked around at all the young people in various stages of intoxication and undress, watching the gyrations of the mass on the dance floor. Julie felt a little inhibited when Paula spoke up and said that "youth is wasted on the young. They got it but don't know how to use it like we do" which brought uproarious laughter and more nasty jesting from the guys. Paula said she could keep up with the best of them and grabbed Matt then headed for the dance floor. Jason and Julie found a table and ordered the first round of drinks, more frothy rum something or others. Julie was glad to loosen up after only a couple of sips. By this time, Paula and Matt made it back to the table, grabbed a drink then headed off to the dance floor with Jason and Julie. Sweaty sexy bodies were everywhere, dancing, moving, and rubbing with the steady beat of the pulsing music. Matt and Paula picked up right where they left off. Jason was right into it as well. But Paula was still a little uncomfortable with the closeness of strangers pressing against the sides and back of her body. She even felt an occasional grope, but had no idea who since the floor was so crowded. A your girl in a skirt and brief bikini top danced in between Julie and Jason, removed her top then pressed and shook her breasts against Julie. The girl grabbed side sides of Julies face pulled it forward and gave her a deep kiss before dancing away. Julie stood there stunned for a moment then saw the look on the faces of her sister and their sons. Julie, caught up in the moment and much to their surprise, placed her hands on her dress pushing her breasts together and shaking them for all to see. Jason looked at the skin mounded up in her cleavage and could only stand there with a silly grin on his face. Paula, not to be outdone moved over to her sister and did the same. Julie realizing what she had done, headed for the table trying to hold back the laughter, but with no success. The others followed and joined her at the table. They all finished another round of drinks, and the women made a polite exit thanking their dates for the evening. The girls knew they were tired and the guys still had a lot of play left. Julie and Paula danced their way back to the resort and to their room. Once inside they slipped into the soft robes and headed out to the veranda. Paula sat down and said "That girl kissing you was so hot, but how you reacted and what you did after was even hotter. That was quite a show you put on Sis. There was no way I could compete with that. Did you see the look on our guys faces? Not only their faces, I swear they both had hard-ons for you". Julie, not quite sure how to take the comment replied "Paula, you're feeling happy. It's the rum making you say that". " No sis, you were hot, no doubt about it. Where have you been hiding that body? You always look so proper and respectable. I'm jealous, you know that, but you know I am happy to be your sister." Julie and Paula sat quietly, soaking in the moment then both stood and hugged. The moment, sound of the waves and the feel of the breeze was something to remember forever. Julie said it was time to call it a day, a "perfect day" and head for bed. Paula was ready as well and followed. Both slipped of into a blissful sleep. Tuesday morning Julie awoke first, gathered her robe, checked on the guys to make sure they made it home, and headed to the veranda. She peered out over the nearly empty beach and sat in the stillness. It was truly healing. She wondered what adventures await in the coming day. Paula sat down next to her and slowly worked on a cup of coffee. They talked about this and that, agreed that the bars were for the kids and planned more relaxing times for their week. Jason came out wearing his loose pajama bottoms and sat down in the warm sand between his mom and aunt. Half-boy in his heart, half-man in his body thought Julie when she looked him over and smiled. She tousled his blonde locks and he sat still letting the sun shine on his chest. Talk moved on slowly but conversation turned to the coming day's events. Jason and Matt were meeting up with their new friends at noon. It was all agreed they would have dinner together at seven, then every man for himself for the rest of the evening. Matt got up later with that wicked grin and Jason knew why. They got separated at the club and Jason went home later only to find that Matt was still out. Matt showed up just as Jason was drifting off to sleep. After a late breakfast, the guys headed out with cap and towel, while the women lingered on the veranda. A full day of sun and relaxing with an afternoon massage at the resort did wonders for the spirit. Julie and Paula were putting on the final touches before dinner when the guys came in. The afternoon went exceptionally well at the beach with their friends. According to both Matt and Jason it seems that topless is widely acceptable for women on the beach, even at the resort. Julie and Paula had stayed close to the room on their first full day, and although they saw an abundance of skimpy suits, had not ventured out to see what the guys were talking about. Maybe tomorrow.... they thought. Tuesday morning was no different. The guys headed out first and the women later. This time they ventured further and found a bar on the beach. On the way they saw what the guys were talking about, and from the looks of the girls, didn't blame the guys a bit for wanting to go out alone. Paula was kidding Julie about going topless, then to make matters worse slipped off her top as they walked. Julie laughed to cover her embarrassment, but did not do the same. Julie told her to put her top back on as they were nearing the beach bar. Paula started to, then looked closer at the people sitting in the cabana, nearly every girl there was topless. Paula shoved her top back in the bag and made a comment about showing off her recent boob job and she couldn't do it with a top on. Julie and Paula pulled up a barstool and ordered another frothy rum drink. Julie ordered a double since her sister was sitting there topless in front of a mixed crowd of no less than twenty. Julie felt herself start to relax and feel comfortable with all the nudity, then before she knew it, was talking comfortably to some of the topless girls at the next table. Time passed as did another drink and they stood to return for dinner. As they left, Julie boldly took off her top, and together they walked down the beach, both wearing only their skimpy bottoms. She was now proud of her body and it did her good to do this. As they neared the resort, Julie heard two familiar male voices behind her, but knew better than to turn to confirm her fear. The guys were making comments about the girls ahead, which happened to be Julie and Paula, but she did not think the guys knew who they were. Paula recognized the voices, and still topless, stopped and boldly turned to face Jason and Matt not even ten feet away. Paula called their bluff and said "Hey guys, like what you see?" Julie turned slowly knowing she had nowhere to hide and may as well face them. When she did she saw Matt first, eyeing both women. Then Jason, blushing and trying really hard not to look, but doing so. It was odd because the guys had been gawking at topless women all day, but the sight of their moms standing topless and very close was too much. The guys started making nervous jokes. Even Matt seemed uncomfortable by their plight, and tried to talk his way out of the situation. It was even stranger that Paula, and even Julie, felt emboldened by the ability to knock the young guys off their feet by being topless. The four stood there and each seemed to really enjoy the moment, each in their own way. Julie and Paula both knew that it was fun, but had embarrassed the guys enough, so they turned and headed for the resort feeling satisfied by the recent conquest. Back at the room, the mood was different. The guys had been somewhat humbled and the women, well they were just enjoying every minute of it. The foursome went to different restaurant at the report for dinner on Wednesday. They knew this was on a higher scale and all dressed accordingly. The guys wore slack and button up silk dress shirts, with collars wide open. The women both had silky dresses that formed to their bodies, adorned with exotic jewelry. Their long hair was pulled back with shell clips. Yes, they did some shopping indeed. And yes, Stan was paying the bill. It was obvious to both Jason and Matt that their moms looked exceptionally fine tonight and, with great flair, they were playing the part of the gentleman all evening. It was also clear to Jason that neither woman had anything on under their dresses. He enjoyed looking, and did it as much as possible that night. After dinner, and more time together on the veranda, the guys set off for their evening of fun. The ladies settled in for a quiet sunset. Both ladies changed into sheer soft robes and returned to the private veranda out of the way of peering eyes. Not much more had been said about he afternoons events until then but Julie was first to speak. "I don't know why it happened to me at the club that first night when that girl flashed her boobs. Now here we are walking topless on a beach in front of total strangers. Then, in front of our sons." Paula took a sip of her drink, settled into her chair and said "me neither, but I liked it." They both laughed then settled in again quietly. Paula said she liked the way the air felt on her naked skin earlier and asked Julie if she did too. Julie said that it almost felt the same wearing the thin silk robes outside. Julie looked at Paula who had pulled her robe open exposing her entire naked body to the evening air, looked around, then did the same. They both sat with the robes open talking for over an hour when they heard Jason's voice at the front door. They stayed seated on the veranda, dimly lit only by the moonlight. Julie spoke to let Jason know where they were. Both women loosely pulled the robes closed only sufficient to be decent. Jason went to his room and changed into the cotton pajama bottoms, and then found his way outside to the veranda. He sat in the sand between them as he had the day before. Jason said he was having a good time at the club, but had enough for one evening. Matt was out on the town with the crowd and having too good of a time to leave. He would be in later. Much later. Jason stayed seated and quietly listened to the women talking, adding only comments from time to time. Talk turned to the events of the day and there was more nervous laughter. Paula and Julie said they hoped the guys weren't embarrassed, but Jason said he deserved it this time. He also admitted that they were every bit a lovely as the younger girls at the beach, which met with approval of the ladies. Paula stood up to get another drink and forgot that her robe was untied. The breeze pulled it open as she stood exposing her nakedness in front of Jason. Julie motioned for Julie to close her robe and did so but only slightly gathering it, still exposing much of her breasts. She said that it's no secret now and nothing he hasn't seen already which lightened the moment. Julie said that the beach was unexpected and not quite as intimate as inches from his face, as now. Paula stopped and looked Jason in the eye and said "I don't mind if you don't" then released her robe again and continued into the room. It may have been the moment or perhaps the alcohol, but Paula asked Jason how many girls a young stud like him had been with. She was taken back when he told her none. He went on to say that it wasn't for lack of want, but simply opportunity. Julie then realized that this was crossing a line, but for Jason's sake she wanted it to continue. Julie looked at Jason and there was another unspoken moment of understanding. Jason went on to say that he of course liked girls but felt uncomfortable, or rather unknowledgeable about women. He added that his experience on the beach today was the first that he had seen a women's naked body, except for movies and magazines. Paula kept the conversation alive by asking him what he thought about it, seeing it for real. Jason said "nice, very nice" smiled as the tenting of his pajamas told the rest of the story. Paula told him that they were sitting outside with our robes open before he returned, and asked if it would bother him if we did it again now. He said it was fine if they wanted to. Then looked at his mom again to see if she was comfortable with it. Julie wasn't too sure about the idea, but it did feel good and Jason was seated between them. And they would be facing away toward the beach. So there in the quiet, the robes fell open again as before exposing the flesh to the evening elements. Jason sat quietly between. Comfortable and occasional conversation continued with no specific direction for a while. But as often does, it returned to sex. It was still comfortable, and honest which made it seem okay. Paula asked Jason if he had felt a woman's body before, and he said "yes" but only through clothing. She said that didn't count and rolled over onto her side facing Jason fully exposing her breasts. Paula said that with Julie's permission, she wanted to teach Jason about a woman's body. Paula only nodded, but added that Jason is 18 years old and he can make his own decisions about his body. Julie rolled onto her side and also faced Jason who was still seated between. She watched quietly as what would happen next could only be described as one of life's truly beautiful moments. Paula used the edge of her hand to caress the swell of her own breast and Jason watched intently. She lowered her hand and took his, bringing it to the base of her neck Without speaking, she slowly brought it down between her breasts, curving under one then the other, never breaking contact with the skin. She guided his hand over one nipple then the other, then around her side, placing in the small of her back. Paula sat up letting the robe fall the rest of the way off her shoulders and sat with her breasts only inches away from Jason's face. She reached back, took his hand and brought it back to the side of her breasts, and without any guidance Jason leaned forward gently placing a kiss on her nipple. His lips lingered for a moment then opened allowing his wet tongue to wander. Tropical Adventure Julie rose to a seated position facing Jason's back with her feet in the warm sand behind him. She allowed her robe to fall as Paula had, and leaned forward placing here breasts against the warm skin of his neck and extending her arms around Paula's shoulders. The air was electric as they held the mutual embrace. Jason leaned his head back and turned slightly feeling the roundness of Julie's breast on the side of his face. They released their embrace and Jason instinctively turned to face his mothers glowing moonlit skin. Paula sat and only watched as Julie took Jason's face in her hands and pulled him to her chest. He hand moved around to cradle his head, and she could feel his warm breath on her skin causing her nipples to tingle and harden slightly. Julie felt his strong hands gently ride up from her hips to the sides of her breasts, holding each gently. Jason kissed the moist skin in the cleavage now formed between her breasts then allowed his lips to wander from breast to breast then up her neck as he knelt in the sand. Paula knelt behind him reached around pressed her soft skin against his back and ran her hands across his chest then lower to his groin. Julie heard the intake of air and knew that Paula was touching him under the fabric of his pajamas. Julie reached down, grabbed the loose waistband of his pajamas and pulled them down exposing his erection to the air. She felt Paula's hand traveling the distance of his shaft as she touched him herself. Julie now emboldened by their recklessness, got off the lounge and knelt it front of Jason, taking him into her mouth, slowly, deliberately. She could taste his manhood and knew that pre-come was leaking onto her tongue. Paula continued to gently stroke his shaft now lubricated with saliva from her sister, his mother. Julie broke the silence and took Jason by one hand and Paula by the other leading them into the bedroom. Jason laid down on his back in the middle of the bed, the room still only lit by moonlight. Julie laid down on one side, Paula on the other neither knowing who to go first or how to continue. Each woman looking directly into the face of a young man, filled with passion and desire. Jason reached out to the shoulder of each and pulled them towards him. Both women kissed his mouth and tongues intertwined in a dance of wicked sensuality. Jason could feel his body nearly surrounded by naked female flesh. Two mouths, four breasts and two pairs of legs moved rhythmically against him. Hands touched here and there, not sure who at any given moment, but giving him pleasure as never before. Julie was first to move completely on top, pushing her wetness against the tip of his penis. He strained to push farther and faster, but she kept her position just out of reach. Slowly and ever so delicately, she pushed her hips into his, allowing him to fill her pussy with his raging erection. At first he moved slowly, then his desire over took him. Bucking wildly, hip to hip, he came inside her. Julie shuddered with an orgasm like she had not experienced in years. She became aware that Paula was softly probing her as she lay on top of Jason, feeling his seed spill out of her onto then sheet. Julie pulled away slightly then lowered her head to take his half erect penis into her mouth. She could taste the mingling of their juices and savored the time bringing him back to full erection. Julie rose onto her knees, faced Paula and kissed her deeply on the mouth, ensuring that she too fully tasted their juices. Julie reached down and fingered Paula's pussy, which was so wet and ready. Julie sat back and pulled her sister onto Jason, running her hands over their bodies as they fucked. Jason came again, but continued as only in a mans youth until Paula clenched. Her sweaty body shuddered and came to gently rest fully against Jason. The women again laid on either side until they drifted off, fulfilled, into a deep sleep. Jason stirred as the morning sun found its way into the bedroom. Jason's mind was a jumble of random thoughts. Across his chest lay his aunt, Paula, and his mother Julie. In the stillness Jason could hear the rhythmic, steady breathing of a deep sleep. No words spoken yet, but Jason's lingering wicked smile revealed the mystery surrounding the previous evening's events Matt did come home later, much later. Tropical Delight As we flew over the beautiful island of Bermuda, taking in the crystal clear blue waters, pink sand and the many colourful houses. I was very excited to be going on a much needed vacation with my boyfriend Chris. We had a hectic few months working in England and decided to treat ourselves with a romantic getaway. The thought of finally feeling the sun on our skin was exciting, but we were mostly looking forward to having hot steamy sex on a secluded beach. I could not believe we were finally in Bermuda I said to Chris as we entered our hotel room. We dropped our bags, locked the door before I looked at him. "I've been looking forward to coming here for months, and I've been looking forward to doing this to you all morning," I said seductively as I pushed him onto the bed. Climbing on top of him I pinned his arms down before kissing me slowly. I could never resist my sexy Irish boyfriend, with his pale skin and blonde hair; a stark contrast to me with skin dark as chocolate and smooth to touch. I ran my fingers through his silky blonde hair before I whispered what I was going to do to him. Judging by the smile on his face, he was hotly anticipating it! I got off Chris, unbuckled his pants, before sliding them down, leaving Chris in just his boxers. I could already see the outline of his hard white cock straining against his boxers. I pulled down his pants and his thick 7 inch cock sprang forth. Smiling at my boyfriend seductively, I licked all around his cock, teasing him mercifully. "Oh Cassie, please wrapped those juicy brown lips around my cock." Chris gasped. I slowly obliged, running my tongue up and down his white cock, before I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cockhead, licking off his pre-cum. I worked my magic up and down Chris's cock, taking it all in my mouth. I could hear him moan my name in pleasure as I deep-throat his thick Irish cock. I stopped before I sent him over the edge, took off my top, revealing my dark and perky tits. He slide his cock in between my nice brown tits, before trusting fast and ferociously. He came all over my tits and face, his white cum sliding down my chin and boobs. "You were amazing," Chris said to me. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, and when we get to the beach it will be your turn to pleasure me baby." Hotly anticipating what was too come, we set off for the beach. We found a wonderful beach called Astwood Cove beach. We hiked up the trail along the cove until we found a lovely secluded beach. At 6pm everyone had left the beach for the day, and it was just the two of us. I put down the large beach towel before I slowly started undressing for Chris; taking off my tank top and pink lacy bra. "Let me help you with the rest," Chris said, as he reached down and took off my skirt and pink panties, revealing my shaved black pussy. We knelt on the beach towel, making out as he slid his fingers down my flat stomach before he reached my wet snatch. Slipping one finger in my increasing wet pussy I let out a moan as he began to finger me. He slid in another finger, skilfully gliding over my g-spot and using his thumb to rub my clit. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. I moaned for him to go deeper, as he continued to finger me, my pussy juices gushing all over his fingers. "I want your thick white cock pounding my black cunt!" I exclaimed. He quickly stripped, getting on top of me and easily sliding his thick white cock into my dark wet pussy. I gasped in pleasure as every inch of his huge 7 inch Irish cock tore up my black pussy. I looked down and saw his cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy lips. "Stop teasing me Chris, I want you to fuck me hard," I begged. He gave me a mischievous smile and I knew he was about to fuck me good. He knelt in between my legs, his cock still inside of me. "I hope you're ready for this!" Grabbing my round tits, he started trusting slowly and deeply, before going faster and faster. Every inch of his white Irish cock slamming into my black cunt, his balls slapping my cunt with every thrust. "Fuck me faster, harder!" I screamed and he happily obliged. Holding onto my legs tightly he fucked me deep and hard, hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I reached down and used my finger to rub my clit as he fucked me, soon feeling the waves of orgasms wash over my body. My cunt tightened around his massive throbbing member as I scream Chris's name in pleasure; gasping for breath when my orgasm subsided. "I hope you can still handle my cock," Chris whispered in my ear, before he started to fuck me again. I knew he was about to cum when I felt his body started to tense up, before he shut his load deep inside my black pussy. Both of us were incredibly satisfied as we lay back on the beach towel enjoying the sunset. Tropical Delights Henry unfolded the long yellow beach towel and fought the steady ocean breeze as he maneuvered his afternoon bed of cotton onto the full-length beach chair. Checking the position of the sun once again, he pulled his chair a few inches through the soft, brown sand, and then sat on the end of the plastic seat. Collecting his thoughts, Henry surveyed his surroundings. A turquoise sea lay in front, palm trees giving intermittent shade from the July sun were overhead, and to his left and right, dozens of lounge chairs just like his own, were sprinkled along the beach. Going to bed early the previous night proved to be a blessing for Henry. Rising early following a good night's sleep afforded him first choice among the highly-prized chairs that would be sought by other eager sun worshipers later that morning. Removing his T-Shirt, Henry was eager to lie in his chair, read the Jonathan Kellerman paperback he had purchased in the Miami International Airport, and simply soak up the Dominican sun. Well, Henry was most eager to forget about his stressful job back in the States, even if it was for a few days. Henry was the city news editor for a paper in the Midwest. He knew he would never become rich although he had interviewed his share of the famous. Of course, the job of interviewing and writing happened less and less, managing, directing and making tough budget and editorial decisions seemed to define his work week now. Those decisions and who did what to whom and where and sometimes why didn't matter much to Henry at this very moment. Today he was in a new world, saying hello to the early morning sun, shaking hands with the staff of the Excellence Punta Cana Resort, who, at any minute would be by with cold drinks. This of course, was an added form of relaxation to his island vacation. Well, beautiful women in tiny bikinis, sunning themselves next to him never hurts, Henry thought. Pulling a bottle of sun tan lotion from his beach bag, Henry went about putting the creamy lotion over his muscular body. "Not bad for 42," Henry muttered to himself as he settled back onto his towel. Sure, the job back home was stressful, but he found time to hit the gym in the morning before heading to the newspaper office. His hour workouts and jogs around the indoor track helped him face stressful days, as well as keep his 6 foot, 175 pond body in decent shape for a man in his early forties. The warm sun and the steady crashing of waves created a soothing massage of warmth and sound to his body. It wasn't long before Henry was asleep, his paperback in the sand beside his chair, a smile on his face. An hour later Henry woke to the sound of voices and the movement of people finding chairs along the beach. Reaching into his bag, Henry found his sunglasses, helping his eyes adjust to the sun's glare. Glasses in place, he reached behind the chair's back, adjusting the angle needed to sit up for awhile. "Mmmmmmm," came from Henry's lips as he noticed the curvaceous, sexy woman who sat in the beach chair not even 10 feet from his own beach retreat. She had turned her chair so that she was facing Henry, finding a way to be in the sun, but away from the direct path of the rays. As if she knew Henry was checking her out, the woman in the gold bikini looked up from her own book to give a glance in Henry's direction. "She's looking back at me," Henry said to himself. Is that a smile she's sending me? No way, but stop staring, Henry thought as he broke eye contact and looked around for his book. Spotting it in the sand, he scooped it up and pretended to read Kellerman's words found between the orange book cover. Sun glasses hiding the movement of his eyes, Henry stole glances above the paperback, hoping to gain a few lustful peeks. Her legs were tan and tight, afternoon aerobic classes or daily jogs no doubt, Henry perceived. Her shoulder-length red hair was pulled back into a pony tail. The tops of her round, soft breasts that appeared to be begging for freedom from her bikini, seemed to tease Henry. He tugged at his swim trunks. The breasts of my fellow sun worshiper were not the only thing needing freedom, he noticed as he looked down on the growing rise in the swim suit he was wearing for the first time. Henry pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, just enough to make eye to eye contact with the woman. She smiled. Henry returned the smile. "This is going to get interesting," Henry thought. "The first day of my vacation and I'm facing the hottest woman on the beach." "May I get you a drink?" said the Dominican server, startling Henry. With his mind clearly engaged in mental tag with the red head on the beach, Henry had not seen or heard the young waitress as she moved from chair to chair taking drink orders. "Yes, please, a rum and coke," Henry replied. The waitress nodded and walked over to the woman who had captured Henry's attention. "A drink for you today my friend?" the waitress asked as she knelt down near the lady in the gold bikini. Thinking for a moment then looking over at Henry she said, "Yes, whatever he's having." Taking her own cue, the waitress looked over at Henry, who by now was watching the entire exchange. Smiling, the waitress gave a wink to Henry, returned her attention to the woman and said, "But of course. I will return shortly." Henry's already warm face reddened slightly with embarrassment, as he wondered what that was all about and what was said. Just enough to let Henry know she was also aware of this game of cat and mouse, the woman smiled casually, adjusted the top to her bikini, and then buried her face in her paperback. Waiting for his drink, Henry also went back to reading, but of course kept glancing up every few minutes to check out the scene before him. It did not take long before Henry was sipping his drink, enjoying the buzz that comes with a strong drink on an empty stomach. He had promised himself to order pizza or a burger when the waiter made his rounds later that morning. It absolutely is paradise here he thought. I can lie on the beach, look at the waves crashing down, admire beautiful women and have people bring me food and drink all day. After one long sip of his drink, he made a cursory look at his beach companions, making mental notes of the women who were alone, the women who were topless, and the couples who seemed to be on the prowl. One beautiful woman in particular was worth admiring. Henry watched a brunette who had settled on a location about 6 or 7 feet behind the sexy redhead. Talk about depth of field he thought. With one glance I can admire both beauties at the same time and let my mind lustfully wander to places I know it should not go, Henry said to himself. Henry placed his book on the sand, continued drinking and lusting at the sites before him. Wow, first day of my vacation and I am well on my way to many a hard on, Henry confessed in his own mind. About an hour later and 3 empty drink glasses in the sand and with the sun hot enough to roast a pig on an open pit, Henry decided it was time to cool down in the closest pool. As he was getting ready to head to the pool, a waitress stopped and asked if he needed another drink. "No thank you, I think I am going to the pool to cool off," he said, knowing he said it loud enough for the redhead to hear. As he walked across the hot sand toward the pool, Henry hoped his high school-style hint had not fallen on deaf ears and his sun-tanning neighbor would join him in the cool waters of the resort pool. Diving in, the water was refreshing and just what the newspaper guy needed to relax and wash away the sweat and of course the stress from his job back home. After doing a few laps and floating on his back, Henry swam to the shallow end of the pool so he could stand and take in his surroundings. A splash behind him caught his attention and as he turned around, his tanning neighbor with the red hair surfaced about 5 feet behind him. "That's just what I needed....for now," the lady said to Henry. "For now," Henry asked? "Well, I take my steps slowly, at least till I know it's safe to go faster," she said. Not sure what she meant, Henry opted to change the subject and ask her name and where she was from. "Julie from St. Louis," she said, extending her hand to Henry. "And you?" "It's a pleasure to meet you, Julie from St. Louis. I'm Henry from Kansas City. It looks like we are Midwest neighbors, when did you get in?" Julie went on to explain to Henry about her flight 2 days ago and how she had been so tired from her week at work, packing and dealing with last minute details, that she had stayed mostly in her room her first day on the island. Today was officially her first day of fun and sun and she was not planning on slowing down till the moment she boarded the plane for her flight home. Following the last comment, Julie eased by Henry and grabbed the ladder, pulling herself up and out of the pool, and then sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water, facing Henry. Henry took this entire scene in, grateful that he had remembered his manners and did not stare too long at Julie's tanned legs and painted toenails, splashing in and out of the water. Staring also meant lusting and lusting also meant his cock would form a tent in his bathing suit, a scenario Henry was sure would not be appropriate at this moment. After a few minutes of small talk, Julie turned to address the "hey sexy" comment that someone was yelling from across the pool at the pool bar. The brunette who had been sunbathing near Julie and Henry was trying to get Julie's attention from the bar. That's Angel, we met on the flight from St. Louis, Julie said to Henry as she got up and headed to meet her bikini-clad friend. "Oh my, oh my," Henry said with a smile. Julie looked at Henry as she made the international sign for do you want a drink, tipping her hand to her lips. Yes, Henry nodded, as he yelled rum and coke. A minute later, both women joined Henry by the pool and after the introductions were made, Angel asked Henry if he was on vacation just to read or did he hope to explore his wild side too. "Reading is just a distraction until the fun begins," Henry said coyly. Besides, I haven't met anyone yet who would fit into the "wild" category." "You silly man," Angel said with a mischievous grin. Looking at Julie, Angel winked at her new friend and said, "It's time for shots." (To be continued) Tropical Destiny The merchant seaman was at the stern-rail, unhooking the fish they'd caught on the long-lines trailing behind the ship, when the explosion blew him overboard.... He had shipped aboard on this tramp steamer as a last resort. An American, he'd had to do some fast talking to get a berth on this Uruguayan vessel. But they were short-handed, and needed experienced engine-room hands. He'd used his Texas beer-joint Spanish to get by. They were carrying a load of tires from Yokohama to São Paulo, Brazil; shipments were hard to come by for this old bucket, and she'd carry few more. The engine-room was a pure mechanical disaster; but he and the Chief Engineer had, by dint and din, kept her running so far.... When he had been able to marshal his senses, he found himself awash in a sea of tires; some charred, most not. Looking around, he finally saw the bow of the steamer slowly slipping beneath the waves. He grabbed a shrink-wrapped truck tire for flotation and considered his few options. Treading water for a short while, he listened carefully for voices but heard none. Perhaps he was the only survivor! It had been mid-morning when the ship exploded, so he had plenty of daylight left to swim to safety – IF there was any safety to be had.... Fortunately, the seas were not high; although there was about a five-foot swell running, light and variable winds had not built up dangerous waves. He looked around, each time the swell lifted him to its crest, searching for – anything: land, another ship, whatever. Although he was not an officer, and had no knowledge of the ship's course or even its approximate location, he knew they'd been planning to get into the Atlantic and the coast of Brazil via the Panama Canal. Surely, there must be considerable maritime traffic between Japan and the Canal... perhaps his best choice was to try to remain afloat the best he could, and wait to be rescued. After a few hours had passed, the man began to lose patience, leaving him vulnerable to losing hope. Not a ship, not a plane, not even a bird had he seen! Maybe a more pro-active course would be preferable... the sun was definitely lowering in the sky now; he'd better decide soon. Returning to his scrutiny of the horizon, and turning himself on his tire, he thought he made out a low gray line barely visible on the surface of the ocean. He began to paddle toward it, leisurely to conserve energy.... The sun continued on its inexorable course down to the horizon, finally dipping below it. The short tropical twilight began to fade. It was at this time that the stress of being shipwrecked, and water deprivation on top of that, started to take their toll on the man. He stopped his paddling, then shortly afterward, slipped into unconsciousness. He awakened the next morning; the sun had risen again, and bore down on the man unmercifully. Shaking his head to clear it, he looked around and discovered that the land he'd seen the day before was much closer! If only he could reach it! Redoubling his efforts, he struck out with renewed vigor for the looming shore. Somewhere around mid-day, he reached the shallows near the island. It was not large - but it was land! Soon, he was able to touch bottom with his feet. Forsaking his tire, he struggled ashore. Wandering the island, beginning to be desperate for water, he finally found a freshet in the rocks. Reminding himself to drink slowly or he'd get sick, he slaked his thirst. He had the idea of getting some rocks and spelling "HELP!" on the sand where he'd crawled ashore. He found several about six inches in size and carried them back to the beach. When he was about to break through the vegetation, he suddenly saw nearly-naked men busily collecting the tires that had washed ashore. Instinctively, he ducked back into the trees – and bumped into the girl! He started, saying, "Sorry!" then realized she didn't understand English. By now over his shock, he let his eyes wander over her body, clad only in a loincloth. She had round, perfectly proportioned copper-hued breasts, each crowned with a chestnut nipple, which was quite perked. Her slim waist beneath flared outward to generous hips, then tapered down to luscious legs. But her eyes! Slightly slanted and almond-tinted, they looked at him unblinkingly, over a wide mouth with full ochre lips. Unconsciously, as he stared at her, his hand went over his fly, and began to rub gently. She saw his action and smiled; she had previously seen the bulge develop in his trousers as he not-too-casually scrutinized her. Not being burdened with Western moral scruples, she approached the idea of sex with a healthy interest – and it surely seemed she was interested in HIM! Smiling the universal smile of friendship, she strode right up to him and rubbed the front of his trousers, now decidedly tented. He wasted NO time in divesting himself of them, and faced her flagrantly erect, yet unbelieving of his extraordinary good fortune! Bending slightly forward, he traced the outline of one of her nipples with his finger, then kissed it lightly, then the other. She reached between his legs and began to stroke his cock longingly. Pressing her against a nearby palm tree, he kissed her deeply, marveling at the sweetness of her mouth. Their kiss grew more passionate and frenetic; he reached down and began sensually to knead her round, firm cheeks as his lancing tongue darted into her mouth, probing, rasping her smaller tongue with its roughness. He elevated her and, flexing his hips downward, placed his cock at the back of her slit, then rocked his pelvis up and thrust it into her. She cried out in sudden pain, then raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she felt his cock ram home deep within her. Their kiss remained, remarkably, unbroken as he fucked straight up into her with runaway passion, driven on by the little ululations emanating from her throat.... A star of pure tropical heat flared to life in their loins, then consumed them totally as their shared climax blew them away. After pumping her full, he took her weight entirely on himself and, moving her away from the tree, laid her down, gently, on some fallen leaves. It was then, and only then, that he became aware of all those gathered around them. Their cries shocked him out of the reverie of his completion, and hers. They both jumped up, alarmed. A stocky man about forty pushed himself toward them, gesticulating wildly and smiling. He stopped and placed an arm over each of the two lovers. From his body-language and the approving expressions of those gathered around, the seaman, who spoke no Pidgin, much less Pidgin French (which the islanders were speaking), gathered that he was being congratulated as the Hetman's new son! Strong, happy hands grasped the two and raised them high onto the shoulders of the members of the party, carrying them lurchingly toward the group's village. When they arrived, they were set down and presented with half-coconuts filled with a sweet, pungent liquid similar to mead. The unmistakable scent of roasting pig filled the air. A man wearing ceremonial garb, no doubt the village "seer", broke through the ring of revelers and, in a very businesslike manner, inspected the seaman's now-flaccid cock, then inserted his finger into the girl and sniffed it deeply. Then he threw up his arms and cheered, pronouncing their union true and complete! The man knew, at that moment, that his life had forevermore changed, and that he was bound to this girl, whom he knew only in the most elemental way possible. He took a deep breath, then kissed her again, both resignment and hope flowing through the kiss. Loud cheering and much back-slapping accompanied this sign of acceptance. A clutch of girls, most even younger than the new "bride" gathered around her and strung garlands of flowery vines over her. The wedding party then began in earnest! In sequence, the men of the village came to the seaman and spoke liltingly (if unintelligibly) to him, then bowed, smiled and made way for the next. After the festivities had ended, she led him to their hut, where he took her to wife again, this time in a much more relaxed setting. When he had jetted his come into her welcoming womb, gasping, she held him tightly and cried sweet tears. Neither had any way of knowing - or could even imagine - that his last night of debauchery in the waterfront joints of Japan had come with a price, and that he was now HIV-positive... Tropical Dream Ch. 01 We were on the a little island called St Croix in the Seychelles. We had the whole of the little island to ourselves; it only takes four hours to walk around the island. The beach extends right around the island, the middle of the island is covered in ferns and palm trees, there is a small fresh water pool hidden under the trees. We were walking along the beach watch the small tropical waves wash into the lagoon. You were wearing a dark pink bikini bottom; I am wearing a ka-koi. I had staff set up a blanket in the shade with lunch and champagne, before they left. There are fresh fruits, different snacks and various cold dishes. I lead you to the shady blanket and holding your hand slowly let you sit down. I walk over and pour two tall, thin glass of champagne, holding one out towards you, I pull it back towards me and say, "A sip for a kiss!" You look at me and ever so slightly shake your head as if to say "No". But then I lean forward and take the kiss anyway, before I pass the glass to you... You look up at me through your long eyelashes, as if you are scolding me, but I know you are not. I take a sip from my glass and walk around to stand behind you. Bending my knees I drop down. Placing my hands on your soft shoulders, my hand starts to massage your long delicious neck. You arch you head back into my probing hands and then forward as my finger drive into your muscles. My thumbs slide over your skin and let the muscles in your neck and shoulder ripple slightly. A soft moan escapes your lips as my fingers slowly release the tension. Sipping my champagne, I lean forward and kiss your lips, letting the taste pass between us. Your tongue snakes between my lips seeking the source of the taste. Your actions almost course me to stop what I am doing. I breathe slowly; lightly let my lips touch yours as I pull away and continue to let my fingers glide across your neck muscles. I feel a shiver run through you! Putting my glass down, both my hands are now free, to caress you from your shoulders upward. Sliding my palms down your arm, then slowly, tenderly, I start raking my fingers back upward across your arms, shoulders and into your hair line at the base of your neck. You push backward closer to me. The softest of whimpers escapes your lips, spurring me on. Smiling to myself I lean forward to brush my lips across the side of your neck, just under your ear. There is that little whimper again... I so badly want to allow myself to let go, but we have the whole island to ourselves and no one to disturb us, we have all the time enjoy each other. I ask you what you would like to eat, I don't hear you answer. Looking down, yours eyes are closed and you seem to be in a world of your own. Once again let my lips brush your delicate earlobe, I repeat my question. This stirs you out of your ethereal bliss. You softly answer, "Whatever you want" I lower myself from kneeling behind you to be able recline next to you, my legs stretched out behind you. As I do so you lean sideways and gently fold into my chest. I touch your glass to remind you of your drink. As you take small sip, I choose a piece of fruit and offer it to your sweet lips. I love to watch as you deliciously accept my offering. My eyes follow the fall of a single drop of juice of the fruit, run down your chin and then impossibly slowly drip onto your golden chest. I want to feed you another piece of soft fruit, but my eyes are transfixed as the little liquid diamond runs down your exquisitely formed breast. I want to use my tongue to follow path that tiny jewel is taking! I track its path, across the gentle curve of the breast, the teasing close to darkening nipple, before following underside of your perfect angelic feature. Stealing myself, I choose another piece of fruit and offer to you, this time you purse your lips, then look straight at me, saying "That is not what I want to eat..." "What is it, you are wanting then?" I ask in return. Lifting your hand to pull my face closer to you, you start to slow and softly kiss me. I can no longer be asked to exercise restraint and return your kiss. The fingers of my right hand raking up your arm, my other hand start to caress the small of your back. With each passing moment our combined need grows stronger... My breathing grows heavy, with each pass of my finger up your arm; your moans become more urgent. I want to cup you small, perfectly formed, naked breasts. I resist, drawing more from you, my lips follow a slow gentle path to your ear. Using you breathing and little moans as a guide, I kiss and nibble on your earlobe. At some point you must have put your glass down, as now you push yourself up to sit facing me. You start your hand raking my thigh; duplicating the action of my fingers on your arm. I let my tongue play with your ear, as I would on other more intimate parts of your body. You breathing almost become's a low rasping sound, between the urgent moans. Just holding you makes excites me, but this is course my cock to bounce under my ka-koi. Your hand massages my upper thigh, as my lips and tongue play with your ear. "I want...?", "I...?", is all I can make out between the moans escaping your lips. "What do you want?" I barely whisper into your ear. "...want...?" is all I can make out. "Then take what you want, do what want!" I hoarsely whisper. With the barest of movements, I feel you shake your head, under my chin. "Why not?", I quarry. Followed by another; soft pass along your jaw bone with my lips. This just elicits anther almost primal moan. To hear your moans just makes me want to take, us to the edge and back. I let my fingers on you back slide lower to the base of your back and just lightly massage the top of your butt cheeks. My right hand travels up your arm and across your collar bone. "Aaargh...mmmmm" escapes you. Your hand now kneading my thigh, almost searching... Teasingly, I ask "What do you want?" You do not answer, your hand starts to massage the head of my hard cock. Tropical Dreams NOTE: "Tropical Dreams" was written as an episode in the Spring Orgy on Malinov's Island, which was underway on the sex story newsgroups during the summer of 1998. This story takes place after the authors attending the Erotic Writer's Workshop on the _S.S. Sybaris_ flee the apparently sinking ship and are stranded on a deserted (?) island. This version is slightly different than that which I posted to those newsgroups in July 1998. As always, comments are appreciated; you can e-mail me at the address in my profile. Copyright 1998 Pulp Fan. * * * * * An animal gleam in her eye, the cavegirl ripped off her fur bikini top, exposing her glistening, voluptuous breasts to the chill night air. Nude but for a flimsy loincloth, cherry red nipples hardening instantly in the sea breeze, dishevelled hair flying in the wind, she stood there like a pagan goddess, a goddess glad that she had human worshippers and intent on making one of those lucky stiffs worship a little more at her altar... "Lana want Pulp Fan!" she growled, fixing the man lying on the ground in front of her with a hungry, feral look. "Lana want him now!" Staring up at her, Pulp Fan--or Pulp, as he was generally known--could feel the familiar stirring beginning in his groin. He couldn't help himself--Lana was incredibly hot, a dead-ringer for Raquel Welch in "One Million Years B.C.". Of course, that wasn't too surprising. _All_ of the cavegirls on the island looked like Raquel Welch. The lifeboats had landed on the shores of Malinov's Island a few days before. Expecting the island to be deserted--as Mal had asserted it was--the castaways were shocked to learn otherwise. Pulp could still vividly recall the consternation that had flashed across his fellow author's faces that fateful day when Poison Ivan had rushed into camp, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Dudes! Kim's been eaten by a caveman!", before collapsing in an exhausted heap. It was bedlam. Their collective cries of horror were muted somewhat when, after catching his breath and sucking down some coconut juice, Ivan had hurriedly explained that his statement wasn't meant in the literal, cannibalistic sense--what he had meant was that a caveman--with Kim as his willing partner--was muffdiving like there was no tomorrow. And the castaways' reactions on learning that the island was indeed inhabited by a small tribe of cavefolk completed its 180 degree turn when they learned two interesting facts. Fact number one--all of the cavegirls looked, and dressed, like Raquel Welch in the aforementioned dinosaur pic. "Buxom bronzed babes in bodacious bikinis," as one scribe had joyfully put it. Fact number two--the cavemen, while not stunningly handsome, had been prodigiously endowed by nature, both in size and stamina, when it came to their "packages." Actually there was a third interesting fact as well, fortunate given the first two. And that was that the sexual appetites of the cave dwellers were incredible. The cavegirls had swooned over the (relatively) good-looking batch of men that had washed up on their shores, while the cavemen, having to that point subsisted solely on a diet of Raquel lookalikes and bored stiff of it, were like kids in a dessert smorgasbord with the fantastic variety now literally at their fingertips. They had never dreamt that women could come in such varied shapes and sizes and colors! Not that the brave writers minded... And so, in addition to doing each other, the castaways had expanded their erotic horizons. A few less adventurous souls had muttered some warnings about tainting the pristine neolithic culture that clearly existed on the island, but their reservations were overwhelmed when they themselves were overwhelmed by the rapacious cavefolk. Coming up for air, even the initial naysayers had to admit--their new friends may have been primitive, but fucking certainly wasn't rocket science and what the natives didn't know about it hadn't been discovered yet! Plus they were good at keeping the sabertooth tigers at bay... Indeed, the only downside that anyone had been able to come up with was that Uther had yet to figure out an appropriate story code to indicate cavemen (or cavegirls), assuming of course that they ever made it back to civilization in order to post a story. All of which explained why Pulp was now frantically shedding his clothes, freeing his throbbing erection, while Lana tore the skimpy barrier from around her loins and, dropping to all fours, sinuously crawled towards him like a sleek jungle pussy, wetting her full, red lips with her moist, pink tongue. Reaching him, she wasted no time on preliminaries--she might not have been a woman of the 90's (well, technically she was, though she didn't know that), but she knew what she wanted and how to get it. Throwing him back against the ground, she straddled his hips and in one fluid motion sank down on him, burying his hard shaft in her molten depths. "Uunngghh!" he cried as he felt himself being enveloped by her satiny oven. The sensation was unbelievable, as Lana rose and fell, flexing her muscular thighs to drive him in and out of her, over and over again. Reaching up to cup her heaving breasts, diamond-hard nipples burning into his palms, he could feel himself spiralling higher and higher. "Pulp!" "Yes!" His body shook. "Pulp!!" "Yes!!" It seemed like there was a small earthquake hitting the island. "PULP!!!" With that last cry, the earthquake hit with full force. Or so it seemed to Pulp Fan as he snapped awake to find himself being shaken frantically. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" he muttered angrily, shrugging Taria's hand off his shoulder. "Sorry, but it looked like you were having a nightmare," Taria explained, sitting back down a few feet away, next to the blazing fire. Pulp sighed with the memory of his dream. "No, not a nightmare," he said. "It was a dream--you know, the cavegirl dream." "Again?" Taria asked, eyes widening with astonishment. "That's what, the third time this week? Do you _ever_ dream of anything else?" "Sue me. And I'll probably keep having the damn dream until I get to _finish_ it," he concluded pointedly. "I already said I was sorry," she said. "I thought you were having a nightmare." "No, no, I'm sorry," he replied, upset at himself for rebuking her for her kindness. "I don't mean to snap at you. Thanks for being concerned; it's just that each time the dream gets more vivid and just once--just once!--I'd like it to come to its conclusion. I mean, the cavebabe is the spitting image of Raquel Welch! Can you imagine, me, doing Raquel Welch? Ivan would turn green with envy!" "I'm sure," agreed Taria out loud, though her thoughts were not quite as sympathetic. Men were curious creatures. Here an orgy had been in full swing on the island for nearly a week, with more and different couplings than anyone but the most jaded writer of group sex stories could imagine, and yet Pulp was upset he hadn't finished having sex in his dream with an imaginary Raquel Welch. On the other hand, he _was_ kind of cute and had been a willing and imaginative participant in the authors' reindeer games... "Hey, I know what will cheer you up!" she announced, a bit of a smile playing around the corners of her lips. Over the last week, Pulp had come to know that hint of a smile well. When it hinted, better things were sure to follow. "And what's that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "Let's go for a moonlight swim in the lagoon," she suggested. "I'll even wear my fur bikini--for a little while, at least!" Pulp laughed. "You don't own a fur bikini," he pointed out. "And if you did, it went sailing away on the ship. But," he continued, "I'd be happy to go with you anyway!" "That's mighty big of you," she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him as they arose. "It's not too big yet," he replied with mock seriousness. "But it's likely to get that way soon!" Stepping away from the warmth of the fire, around which many of their fellow castaways were either sitting--some alone, some in groups--sleeping, or engaged in some carnal activity, Pulp and Taria clasped hands and wandered off. The full moon lit the way as they traipsed barefoot through the sand along the beach, the balmy sea air blowing clean across their faces, gently rolling swells flooding cool over their feet. Shortly after they had made landfall, the writers had broken into small bands to explore the island in search of food and water. One such group had discovered a freshwater lagoon a short ways inland, complete with its own little waterfall splashing down into it. It had quickly become a popular destination for amorous interludes. It had also become a hot spot for non-erotic entertainment as well when, on a dare, The Bear had jumped into the stream above the waterfall and was swept over the edge, taking a twenty foot plunge which ended in a gigantic "splash!" as he landed in the lagoon. "Just like a wet-and-wild," he had enthused as he emerged from the water, prompting a flurry of comments as to who was exactly wet and wild--and how wet they exactly were. Following in his footsteps--or pawprints--it had become a sort of right-of-passage for the castaways to take the "lagoon-leap" as they termed it, and many embellished their own plunges with twists, turns and barrelrolls. Many had gotten so good at it that someone had suggested holding a competition, but some of the genre writers complained that they wouldn't be judged fairly and the idea hadn't caught on. As they drew closer to the lagoon, Pulp suggested they leave the beach and cut across a verdant hill. Though Taria initially demurred, he insisted it would be a shortcut. "The lagoon has to be just on the other side of the hill," he said. "The beach goes out and then curves around. Going over the hill will be quicker. Plus we haven't been to the top, and there's gotta be an awesome view from up there in this moonlight!" Acknowledging he might be right, Taria allowed herself to be persuaded. Donning their footwear, they cut inland, meandering slowly up the gentle slope, palm fronds softly sighing in the tropical breeze. Reaching the summit of the small hill, Pulp pointed. "There, what did I tell you?" he said. Ahead of them lay the lagoon, its still waters shimmering with the silver light of the moon. From their vantage point, a large expanse of the island was exposed to their view. Seen by the light of the moon, the landscape was surreal, as huge black shadows crisscrossed the land, checkerboarding the island, while tall trees rustled in the wind, devoid of color, seemingly alive in the stark illumination. They stood for a moment in silence, drinking in the eerie vista. For a moment, it was easy to imagine that they were the only souls in creation and that the starry night belonged to them alone. "Everyone gets lucky once in a while," Taria finally responded, breaking the reflective mood and jabbing him playfully with an elbow. "I should certainly hope so," Pulp grinned. "The key question is, though, how lucky?" "Well, wait until we get to the lagoon and I'll show you!" Taria laughed. Heading back down the hill, towards the lagoon, disaster struck. One moment they were walking side by side; the next, Taria's hand was torn from Pulp's grasp as the ground seemingly opened up beneath her and swallowed her whole. A surprised scream cut the still night air for a split second before ending abruptly. "Taria!" Pulp yelled frantically, as he gazed in stunned disbelief at the hole which had opened in the hillside beside him. His voice reverberated in an underground cavern as he shouted her name over and over, but only his echoes answered back. Laying on his stomach, peering into the pitch blackness, Pulp could see nothing; the moonlight was too dim to penetrate deeply into the crevice, which jealously guarded its secrets. Finding a lengthy branch, Pulp probed downwards, trying to determine how deep the hole was, but the stick was swallowed up without reaching bottom. He feared to drop it, lest it strike Taria, lying below. There were flashlights and rope back at the camp. It wasn't far--he could be back in minutes with help. Hoping that she might be able to hear him, even if she couldn't respond, Pulp Fan called down to Taria, "I'm going for help! I'll be right back with the others--we'll get you out!" Still receiving no reply, Pulp leapt to his feet and tore off towards the camp. * * * * * "That's odd," thought Taria. "One minute I'm walking with Pulp Fan at night, and now here it is daylight again." The sun was shining brightly, only a few wisps of clouds breaking up the brilliant expanse of blue sky. Before her, close at hand, the sparkling waters of the lagoon glinted in the golden light. "What the fuck happened? I was walking with Pulp... I must have blacked out or something...but something's strange." Her mind raced frantically. "The lagoon--it looks different... I know! Those palm trees--they weren't there yesterday!" Three large palm trees swayed in the breeze along the shore of the lagoon, in a spot where Taria would have sworn there were no trees. Hell, that was the spot where, just a few days ago, Bronwen and Vicky Tern had made love one lazy afternoon--to the delight of those swimming in the crystal water! Other details about the scenery weren't correct either; for one, the waterfall wasn't in exactly the right place. And the path the castaways had cut through the underbrush winding upwards towards the stream was gone. Something was wrong...seriously wrong. Taria turned her head to look out towards the ocean. At least she tried to, but was shocked when nothing happened. Worried, she tried to bring a hand to her face but it remained at her side. "My God! I'm paralyzed!" she thought in horror. Her mind spun wildly for a moment before she realized that she was standing. Her rational mind asserted itself. "If I'm paralyzed, how come I haven't fallen down?" There was a noise behind her; to her relief, she turned to face it. At least she could move sometimes! However, if she had been startled at the changes in the lagoon, the sight that met her eyes was enough to make her question her sanity. Standing before her was a rakishly handsome young man, sporting an engaging grin. Not that this would generally have been surprising, except that Taria was pretty sure she knew (by sight at least, if not more intimately!) all of the ship's company on the island, and she was positive he was not one of them. Just as she was positive that none of her fellows went around armed with a cutlass and flintlock pistol! Taria opened her mouth in order to demand he tell her just who the fuck he was. At least her mouth opened; however, what came out of it was somewhat different than what she had intended. A voice--not her own, but very close to it--exclaimed with delight, "John! You startled me! What took you so long?" What the hell was happening? "I'm sorry, Tara, my lass," replied the stranger. "The captain insisted I be in his company. It took me longer than I thought it would to slip away." Tara? As he spoke, Taria's bewilderment was complete when she stepped forward into his waiting arms and eagerly brought her lips to his. John enfolded Taria--or Tara--in his arms as she clung to him, her soft lips pressed against his, slightly parted, her tongue eagerly darting out to dance with his. "This has _got_ to be some sort of dream," Taria said to herself--though for a dream, the guy was a damn good kisser. And her body wasn't obeying her--in a dream, wasn't your body supposed to listen to you? Breaking off the kiss, the buccaneer began to plant tender kisses on her upturned face while murmuring soft words, words that she replied to in kind. Taria's head was spinning; she had no control over her body or her speech, and had no idea why she was saying what she was saying, but she could feel--vividly--the pirate's lips upon her, his strong hands running up and down her back, stroking her through her shirt. Though she was confused, Taria's body responded to his caresses; she could feel herself growing moist, could feel her nipples hardening, eagerly anticipating the delights to come. Hey, Pulp wasn't the only one who could have a sexy dream! "We must hurry, my love," he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Captain Jennings will be back soon, and I must return, to look as if I had stayed with the hunt. He'd take none too kindly to discovering that his wench and first mate were lovers!" Wench? Taria was pissed for a moment, before figuring what the hell, it _was_ a pirate dream. Might as well go with it--she _could_ be a saucy wench! "Please John, let's just take the treasure and go! Or leave the treasure and run off, just the two of us!" Taria heard herself say. Her gaze swept up the hill, lit on the mouth of a cave. Resting before the entrance were two massive chests, padlocked, each sporting a crude skull and crossbones design carved into the wood. "Ah, would that we could, lass," he replied, holding her close. "But you know we'd never make it. There's not enough of the crew loyal to me on ship, to hie the treasure back 'fore sailing away. We couldn't take the ship, and if we ran on the island, the Captain would hunt us down. I promise you though that when we reach New Providence, I'll ship with someone else and find a way to take you with me. I swear to you, Tara, we'll be together!" As he spoke, John knelt on the grass, pulling Tara down beside him. "For now, let us enjoy the little time we've been able to steal." Tara/Taria lay on her back, cushioned by the wild grasses growing on the side of the hill. The pirate lay next to her, his lips finding hers and drinking passionately, while his hands roamed over her body. The few clouds floating in the azure sky seemed to promise her that soon, she would be floating too. One of his hands swiftly undid a few of the buttons of her shirt, sufficient for him to slip a hand inside and cup her naked breast. She moaned against his mouth, seeking to capture his tongue, as the rough fingers toyed with her rapidly hardening nipple, teasing the pink morsel, causing the warmth to spread through her loins. His other hand grasped the hem of her skirt, pulled it up to mid-thigh, and slid beneath it, running up and down her calves and thighs. Each time he slid his exploring hand up her body, he drew closer and closer to her womanhood. Slowly the ache built inside her, to feel those fingers at the junction of her thighs, frolicking in her slippery folds. His mouth descended along her body, licking her neck, kissing the hollow of her throat, sliding lower until he reached her breasts, now bared to the balmy sea air, pink coral tips kissed by the sun. His lips captured a turgid pink tip, sucking it slowly into his mouth. Tara gasped with the sensation, loving the feel of his agile tongue sliding along her sensitive nipple. "Oh yes," she breathed heavily, reveling in the sensation of his mouth on her tits, feeling his hand sliding inches from her moist pussy. "Please touch me!" Chuckling softly, the pirate closed the final few inches, entwining his fingers in her soft fleece before moving his hand lower, brushing the length of her damp slit. Tiny jolts of pleasure sparked through her vibrant body, the sea breeze acting almost as another lover as it caressed her exposed flesh. Wetting itself in her slickness, one finger circled around her steaming hole before slowly pushing into the wet, warm sheath. Tara cried out, one hand pulling his head harder against her firm tits as her body welcomed the clever intruder. The finger slid in and out of her, caressing her satiny inner walls, causing her love juices to flow ever more freely. She gasped as a second finger squirmed its way inside her dripping cleft, filling her hot cunt. Tropical Dreams With a small cry of disappointment, Tara felt John's lips leave her heaving mounds, but the cry quickly turned to one of anxious anticipation as he began to lick his way down her straining body. Her own hands moved to her breasts, tweaking the engorged nipples. "Oh yes, my love!" she urged. "Lick me, please lick me!" For reply, the rogue just smiled up at the young woman, but moved no faster in his slow but inexorable journey down her body. His wet tongue flicking at her bellybutton, Taria couldn't believe how vivid her dream was. Her prior erotic dreams had been nothing compared to this; the sensations coursing through her were as real as if John was actually there with her, plunging his fingers in and out of her wetness, sliding his lips along her. She could feel with exquisite pleasure his fingers fucking her sun-drenched body, her love juices dripping down her taut thighs, the agonizing anticipation of feeling his mouth feasting at her lower lips. She had never cum from a dream before, but she could feel the telltale signs of climax building in her slowly as he worshipped her. "God, yes!" she cried, arching her hips off the ground, offering herself fully to her lover, as his mouth completed its pilgrimage and found her sopping grotto. Like a cat, he lapped at the cream of her desire, licking the honeyed juices from her pink petals. The taste intoxicated him and he feasted like one possessed, bringing his mouth down hard against her soft flesh, sucking the erect nub of her clit into his mouth, laving it with his clever tongue. Feeling his probing tongue on her womanhood, Tara felt like she was going to burst with pleasure. She soared higher, ever higher, reveling in the delicious sensations of his mouth on her, his fingers twisting and turning. Suddenly she crested. With an inarticulate cry, her body convulsed, thighs closing reflexively around his head, grinding him closer against her spasming cunt as she shuddered like a sapling in a strong wind. Her body rippled as her climax tore through her, beginning at her core and spreading like wildfire throughout, overloading her senses as she thrashed mindlessly, focused only on the intense delight. John drove his fingers mercilessly into the young woman's quivering body again and again, delighting in the cries of pleasure his mouth was wringing from her lips. Temporarily sated, her thighs loosened their grip and her upraised buttocks slumped back to the ground. Lifting his head from her honey pot, the pirate smiled up at her, his face smeared with her juices. She lay back lazily, eagerly watching as he unbuckled his pants, dropped them to reveal his jutting cock. "I want you, Tara, my love," he murmured as he knelt betwixt her open thighs. Gasping her assent, she reached down and grasped his hard shaft, positioning it between her lower lips. "Aaagghh!" she cried in delight, as he thrust into her slickness. She could feel her vaginal walls expanding to accommodate the welcome invader, feel the head push its way in, feel every vein and knob and bump as he speared her, thrusting himself deeply into her. His pubic hair mashed against hers, intermingled with her thatch, scratching her clitoris like tiny little rough fingers as he lay on her for a moment, buried inside her, letting her body adjust itself to his size. She urged him on, beating on his buttocks with her heels to spur him. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she shouted to the wind, screaming her ecstasy to the sky. Above her, the buccaneer began to drive himself in and out of her soaked snatch. She pulled him to her, delighting in feeling his hardened shaft slide almost all the way out of her body, massaging her fevered interior walls, delirious with pleasure when he rammed himself back in again, his pubes stimulating her swollen clit until she was near delirium. Her initial orgasm had served only to whet her sexual appetite. Countless tiny tremors wracked her as he plundered her willing body. Together they soared on the wings of passion. Her hot inner walls clutched him in a steaming, silky embrace, caressing his hard cock with their velvety softness. He could feel his balls tightening, his spunk desperate for release, as he impaled the writhing young woman beneath him again and again, slamming her ass hard against the ground with each savage downstroke. With a hoarse shout, John came, his hot cum jetting out, coating her sopping cunt. Feeling his seed spurting into her, Tara ground herself against him, burying his length full inside her, striking her clit against him, sending her over the edge. Her feet beat a staccato pattern on his buttocks as she climaxed, her cries of primordial pleasure startling a flock of seabirds into frenzied flight. The two lovers flew with them. Finally, exhausted, John slumped down, lying on top of his lady love. Kissing her gently, he said, "That was fantastic, Tara, but I must needs be getting back. It wouldn't do for the Captain to miss me." She murmured her reluctant agreement. They exchanged one last deep kiss--and were suddenly shocked when a maddened voice shouted near them, "Ya scurvy dog! Betray me, will you!" John rolled off her, sprang to his feet. Facing him, not a dozen feet away, was Captain Jennings, rage contorting his face, his pistol out and pointed at John's chest. John knew the temper of his Captain, knew that he was a dead man if he didn't kill the Captain first. His own weapons lay on the ground a few short feet away. With a wild cry--"Tara, I love you!"--he leapt for his pistol, dove, grabbed it and rolled into kneeling position, swinging the flintlock towards Jennings. Though John was swift as a hunting cat, Jennings had the drop on him. Both their weapons belched flame, their twin explosions blending together nearly as one crash... Screaming, Taria awakened. A babble of confused voices greeted her, people asking if she was all right. Disoriented, she stared wildly around her. She was in a cave. About her, their faces expressing concern in the glow of the flashlights, were several of the castaways, including Pulp Fan. Everyone seemed to be asking her all at the same time if she was okay, inquiring if she was hurt. "I'm OK--I think," she replied and slowly got to her feet, assisted by some of the others. Though her body ached from numerous bruises, she appeared to have suffered no serious injury from her fall. "Thank God you're all right!" exclaimed Pulp, expressing the sentiments of everyone there. Just a few moments before, Pulp had rushed into camp, gasping that Taria was in trouble. The castaways had speedily set forth. With The Bear, Ivan and a few others anchoring the rope, Pulp and several others had climbed down into the hole, which dropped straight down for a dozen feet or so, before gradually sloping, ending in an underground cavern. They had found Taria there, unconscious, but before they could begin to carefully examine her, she had started screaming before suddenly awakening. Standing somewhat unsteadily, Taria stared at Pulp for a moment. "That's the last time I yell at you about your dreams," she said. Confused, Pulp stared blankly back at her. "Never mind," she said. "I'll explain it all to you back at the camp." Securing herself to the line, Taria was hauled up out of the cave by The Bear and crew, the others following on her heels. Finally, only Malinov and DG were left in the cave. "You go up," Mal said. "I'm going to do a little spelunking." "I'm not going to let you have all the fun!" DG declared. "I'm with you." Calling up to the others to tie the rope to something, the two intrepid explorers moved deeper into the cave... * * * * * "And the rest, you know," Taria concluded, finishing her story. "That's when I woke up screaming, to find all of you around me. Thanks again!" Taria and the others had arrived back at the camp a short time before. Though she had made reference during the trip to "a heck of a story" to tell them, the writers had waited patiently while she ate a little food and downed some orange juice (liberally spiced with rum). It was only after Malinov and DG returned--answering the questions of, "did you find anything," with "we'll tell you about it in a moment,"--that Taria had launched into her tale, telling of her dream, of how she had seemingly been trapped helplessly in someone else's body but enjoying the experience immensely, until its sudden and horrifying conclusion. "What a terrible ending!" exclaimed Kim, echoing the thoughts of everyone there. She leaned over and kissed Taria gently. The group immediately launched into a frenzied discussion of Taria's dream; Mal and DG conspicuously absent from it. After the debate had proceeded for a few minutes, Malinov and DG looked across the fire at each other. Nodding, they got up and disappeared into the night for a moment, returning almost immediately, staggering under the weight of a huge chest. Dropping it on the ground in front of their amazed fellows, they disappeared once more, returning with its twin. "DG and I found these in the back of the cave," Mal announced by way of explanation, perhaps unnecessarily. "From the looks of it, a group of pirates placed these chests in the cave before sealing it up." The two massive chests were emblazoned, each with a skull and crossbones carved into them. Seeing them, Taria stiffened. "They look exactly like the ones in my dream," she whispered, half to herself. At a request from Mal, The Bear grabbed a large rock, pounding it against the rusty padlocks securing the contents of the chests. A few sturdy blows struck the locks open. Eager hands raised the lids. Gold doubloons and glittering necklaces, bejewelled gobbets and gem-encrusted trinkets poured out in profusion. "We're rich!" cried several of the writers in unison, before Sven the Elder pointed out that, seeing as this was Malinov's island, the treasure probably belonged to him, or to its finders, Mal and DG. The dampening of enthusiasm this observation brought lasted scant seconds, however, as Mal announced, "Libertines! Are we not united in our common love for erotic adventure? Are we not united in our current plight? Whatever this island has to offer is ours together, share-and-share alike!" As the crowd called for three cheers, Malinov modestly waved a hand and stepped away from the campfire. A moment later, DG followed him, unnoticed by the others, who had begun to gleefully throw gold doubloons at each other. DG found Mal waiting for him some distance away from the fire, sitting on a stump, idly stripping tiny pieces of bark from a branch and tossing them into the air, watching as they were carried away by the wind. DG leaned against a tree a few feet away, started aimlessly sketching abstract patterns in the sandy soil with his toes. For a few moments, they waited there in silence, the muted cries of their fellows reaching them through the clear night air. When DG finally spoke, his sudden voice seemed loud, though he spoke in a low hush. "So, what do you make of Taria's story?" "I'm not sure," Mal replied after a moment. "But I _am_ sure, doubly sure, now, that we did the right thing by not telling the others." "Aye," DG agreed, before lapsing once more into silence. A short time later, exchanging one last glance, they parted, each going their own way into the night, each alone with his thoughts. And from that day forward, they never spoke of it again; never told a living soul of what they had found next to the chests--a human skeleton. And though Taria may have suspected, she never asked... Tropical Extacy Hiking in the jungle in Brazil, not far from a little bungalow by the river we start to get caught in the rain. I've been behind you for about an hour or so just fascinated by that wonderful ass of yours swinging back and forth and distracting me from the scenery around us. The rain starts coming down and you turn around to say that we should head back. I see those amazing breasts barely concealed under the shirt you have that hangs just below them. The rain is getting the shirt wet and I can start to see the color of you breasts and nipples showing through the shirt. You laugh sweetly as I stare at the beautiful sight before me with a look of half bliss and half hunger on my face. You are about to tell me to do something about it when I put my hands on the side of your face and pull you to my lips and kiss you deeply and completely. You run your hands up my back and down my sides to grab my ass and force me closer to you. I drop one hand to the small of your back and hold you against me as we start to move together, slowly undulating and rubbing against each others bodies. Soaking wet in warm rain we start running our hands wildly over each other, feeling skin, muscle, and womanly curves. This petting has gotten you dripping wet both inside as well as out and you start trying to wrap your legs around me and climb higher on me. Knowing that you are very horny and feeling you touch me has gotten me very hard and you can feel me grow and press into you. You need to have me and start running back toward the bungalow, yelling back over your shoulder that if I catch you I get a prize. As we round the corner to our place I scoop you up in my arms and carry you indoors. "Now about that prize..." I say, dropping you onto the kitchen table. We start kissing again as I take the shirt off of you and stop for a second to admire your breasts before going back to kissing you and running my hands over your body. When my hands reach your breasts they cup around them and I slide my fingers over your very hard nipples and softly tease them making you gasp a little between kisses. You start rocking your hips because you can feel my hard cock next to your pussy just separated by our pants. I slowly kiss and tease my way down your body, first your neck, then your shoulders, followed by your breasts, and your tummy. Finally when my mouth gets to your pants I start to undo them and slide them off. I start kissing my way back up you legs from your ankles to that soft part of your thighs just next to your pussy. I move my mouth over and start kissing and slowly licking you, tasting how wet you are and sending shivers of pleasure through you when I lick your clit. I start licking faster when you grab my hair and hold my head in place forcing me to stay there and lick you. I slide my fingers inside of you and hit your g-spot while continuing to lick your clit sending waves of ecstasy through your body, making you start to thrash and scream at the top of your lungs. Finally you can't take it any more and with my fingers moving and my tongue playing you clit you cum, hard, seizing up for a full minute or two with your legs wrapped around my head and your fingers desperately clawing at the table beneath you. Your head finally clears and you look at me and smile saying "Now it's your turn." You push me away from you and pin me back up against a wall, kissing me and tasting your pussy on my mouth while ripping off my shirt. You start kissing down my chest and abs tracing every muscle with your tongue and get to my pants and unceremoniously rip them off of me ignoring everything but my cock. Taking it into your mouth you feel it grow bigger inside of you knowing that it's all because of you that it's getting so big. You play with my balls and stroke the shaft while licking the tip making me shudder in joy. You definitely know how to turn a guy on with your mouth. Finally I'm as hard as I can possibly get, rock solid. You stand up, look me in the eyes and whisper "Fuck me, now." Obligingly I pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Bringing your legs up I slide my hard cock into your very wet and still quivering pussy. I slide deep inside of you filling you all the way up and tickling the back of you. Slow deep thrusts get you moaning while I slide my hands all over you. One hand reaches down and plays with your clit while I'm inside you, bringing a smile to your face as you reach down and grab my ass to get me to thrust harder and deeper inside of you. I then tell you that I want you on your hands and knees, and you roll over and prop your self up, all while keeping me inside of you. I start thrusting while I look at your beautiful ass, round and shaking just a bit every time I slam into it. You clench your pussy tight around me as I make you moan and bite into the pillow. I can see the pleasure on your face and that only turns me on more. You are getting so close to a second orgasm and you tell me that you want to ride me. Reluctantly I pull back out of you allow you to throw me down on the bed and climb on top of me. You guide my throbbing cock inside of you and moan as you settle all the way down my shaft. Your fingers dig into my shoulders as you start rocking back and forth feeling me move around inside of you. Your movement gets faster and faster and you start getting louder. You are hot and sweating with exertion making me feel the same way as I move with you matching every stroke with little thrust to bounce you back up. We are getting so close and you tell me that you are about to cum, "I just need a little more...right over this way...just like..." You explode in orgasm letting out a wonderful scream and shaking all through your body. Seeing you cum sends me right over the edge and we climax at the same time, making each others stronger by feeling the tenseness and pleasure. You collapse on top of me and we lay there for hours with me still inside of you, listening to the rain on the roof as we dose off to sleep, fully satisfied and unable to move another muscle. Tropical Family Vacation My parents decided that the whole family would go on one last vacation together. I was going to be a senior in college and my sister Rose would be a sophomore at her university. There weren't going to be too many more chances for the family to be together, my mother said. I didn't want to spend a whole week cooped up with my parents and sister but I was overruled. The one good thing about this trip is that we would be flying to a remote Caribbean island. There wouldn't be tourists tripping over one another on the beach. We flew in and made it to our cabin. They were right, there was going to be peace and quiet down on the beach. Most of the vacationers stayed on the beach close to wherever their cabin happened to be. My parents would sun themselves a little in the morning then walk back inside to sit and read or just relax. I would take my beach towel and possessions and walk to the far end of the island. There was no one around to bother me. I would put my beach blanket down and then strip out of my shirt and trunks. I was so horny these days I would often stroke myself on the beach thinking about the women I was missing back home. The best time to be on the beach was at sunset. As the sun was setting I would lie back and stroke myself. The second evening we were there I was waiting for the sun to set. I was naked and pulling on my cock when I was startled by a voice. "Nice!" It was my sister Rose and she somehow had walked up the beach and was standing behind me right now. God was I embarrassed. I tried to cover up but I didn't have anything to throw over my erection. I turned to see my sister pulling off her shirt and sliding her bikini briefs off. I guess I hadn't paid attention over the last couple of years. My sister had filled out nicely. Her breasts had to be a 'C' cup and her pubic hair was trimmed back and her labia was flared out. I must have had my mouth open. "Close your mouth, you idiot," Rose said to me. My sister spread out her towel and sat down next to me. She reached out and wrapped her small hand around my dick. Slowly she began to stroke my prick up and down as she looked at my face. I was at a total loss at that moment. The sun was nearly gone and here I was getting a hand job from my sister. After a few minutes of this she withdrew her hand. She laid back on her towel and spread her legs apart. "Well, what are you waiting for?" My sister asked me. I was shocked to be honest. My sister was inviting me to fuck her. God knows I was horny. Looking at my sister's spread legs I moved over to her body. I took my cock in hand and I guided my mushroom to her opening. I moved my hips forward and I slipped into my sister's wet pussy. Rose was very tight at first and she was making these moaning noises. "I need your cock Tommy, please!" I didn't need her to beg for it. I slid my prick all the way into my sister's body. When I buried my cock all the way, Rose put her legs around my back and locked me in a scissors move. I went slow at first. Our pubic mounds were grinding into each other. As I went faster my sacs hit hard against my sister's asscheeks. God, did she get vocal then. I did think it was madness to be fucking my sister like this. I wasn't even using a rubber. I didn't bring any along. I didn't think there would be any opportunity for sex this week. I was so wrong. The beach was getting dark and my sister and I were fucking like two wild animals. There was so much grunting and grinding. Rose's pussy felt like a small fist grasping at my cock. I could tell she was having some small orgasms as I shoved my cock deep into her belly. The sun was gone but I could see the outline of my sister's body. I also knew I was getting close to cumming. "Rose, I am almost there. I can't hold back much longer." I thought she would release her legs but that didn't occur. "Cum in me Tommy, please!" There was no time to argue with her and I had to let go. I shot my first load of cream deep into Rose's pussy. My sister let out this scream. Thank God no one was nearby. My sister whimpered as she felt each load of my seed hit her body. No woman I had ever been with ever reacted like that before. Rose's muscles had me in a tight grip. It was like she had to have every drop of my cum before she would release me. I just kept stroking my sister until I felt the tank was empty. I slowed down and I lowered my face and found my sister's hard nipples. I took each one in my mouth and sucked on the tips. Rose's body shook beneath me and we finished up our lovemaking. Rose unlocked her legs and we both were spent. I pulled out of my sister and fell onto my back. I could hear my sister panting as she tried to get her breath back. She eventually rolled onto her side. "That was incredible," she told me. Rose finally got up and walked down to the surf. I could barely make her out in the near darkness. She released my cum load into the ocean and then walked back to me. Rose put her shirt and bikini bottoms back on. "You better follow me back in about ten minutes," she said. I got dressed and gathered up my things. My cock felt like it was still raging inside my trunks. I did make it back to our cabin in one piece. My mother asked how the sunset was. I told her it was magnificent and then walked back to my bedroom. I couldn't sleep that night. My mind was churning. I had forbidden sex with my younger sister and God help me, I wanted her again. I woke up early the next morning and walked back to the secluded beach we made love on last night. I was trying to get my head straight, when I saw my sister walking towards me. You're up bright and early," she said to me. "We fucked without any protection last night," I said. "You don't have to worry Tommy, I am on the pill." I must have let out a sigh of relief. My sister sat down next to me and we talked. Rose said that was the hottest sex she had ever experienced. Maybe it was because it was brother and sister making love together. No matter what, Rose said she hoped we would do it again. I told her I probably didn't have much cum left inside me. She laughed and said it didn't matter. She could still feel my load squishing around inside her pussy. Rose and I shed our clothes once more. This time Rose made me hard with her mouth. She worked her lips around my knob and my cock sprung to life once more. Rose got on top of me and positioned her pussy right above my shaft. She slowly wiggled her pussy lips down around my erection. I brought my hips up and entered her completely. We fucked as the sun was breaking high into the sky. It was more of the intense lovemaking we had experienced last night. Rose had me in a hard grip with her pussy muscles. Even though I said I probably didn't have any cum left in me, she was going to make sure. My sister kept grinding down on my dick and moving her pussy all around my rod. It felt even better this time around, if that was possible. We had to have fucked for over an hour in that position before I flipped my sister onto her back. I took her ankles and placed her legs onto my shoulders. I folded my sister back and I drove my cock into her as deep as was humanly possible. Once more my sister let out these love screams as I pounded her pussy with my thick cock. I told Rose that I was marking her as mine. I wouldn't let anyone else have her, only me. This made my sister go crazy. She agreed to anything I said to her. She only wanted my cock from now on. She couldn't survive without me fucking her again and again. We did manage to go at it for a long time. I also came inside my sister's pussy. All that friction from Rose milking my cock and I exploded inside her. It wasn't as much as the previous night but it didn't matter. After we finished up we walked back and had lunch at the cabin with my parents. I know it sounds crazy but we went out that evening and fucked again as the sun went down. My cock was so sore the next day. My sister was like a female fucking machine. I began to wonder if I could satisfy her in the long run. She seemed to need cock all the time. The rest of the week was the same as we fucked on the secluded part of the beach each day. The end of the week finally came around and we flew back home. It was only a couple of days until both of us were heading back to school. "You aren't going to take up with some woman at school, are you Tom?" Rose had asked me. "No one can make love like you do," I told her. We actually began to formulate a plan to be together after we finished up college. I would get a job and get settled in. Rose would eventually join me. We would tell my parents that Rose could stay at my place until she got a job and her own place to live. It sounded good on paper, anyway. We managed to make love one last time before we parted. My parents were out of the house and we did it in my bed. It was going to be months before we would see each other again and hopefully my sister and I will be full-time lovers in the future. Tropical Forest Rape I was feeling pretty chirpy with myself. It had been a good week on the road. I had picked up excellent orders and was now 60% above budget. It would be a good bonus next month. What’s more it was only 1.30pm and I only had another 3 hours drive to home in Cairns. It had been raining on and off, as is the want here in the tropics, and it was still very overcast and quite dark for the time of day. It was also still quite wet. Speaking of which, I thought to myself, I will be too unless I can stop for a pee. It was over 50kms to the next town so I started to look out for somewhere to pull over off the road. As is usual you can never find anywhere to stop when you’re desperate to go. At last I spotted an area, looked like a 4 wheel drive off track into the rainforest, and pulled off the road. Better not park across the track, I thought, as I pulled up past the entry, and then chuckled to myself, “You haven’t even seen a car in the last hour dopey”. Besides which, the track looked like it hadn’t been used in quite a while. As I hastily alighted from my car I felt a little trickle of pee escape from my pussy and wet the crutch of my G string. “Bugger. I’m going to piss myself if I don’t hurry” I thought. I ran down the track a little ways into the rainforest and found a spot behind a large tree. I removed my wet panties and squatted, feeling that wonderful sense of relief as the pee gushed forth from my pussy, and I must confess, the cool rainforest air felt lovely on my naked mound Just as the last of the water was leaving me, the heavens opened up above, and rain thundered down drenching my clothes, and me, almost instantly. This is the tropics, as I said, and you get used to these sudden downpours. The rain isn’t cold, just wet. So I just finished peeing, stood up, put my G string in the pocket of my wet dress and made my way cautiously back up the track. The rain made my little summer dress stick to me like a second skin but now, with no underwear on, I wasn’t wearing a bra today, and the cool air on my bald pussy, it felt quite sexy and I noticed my nipples hardening. I’m in pretty good shape for someone in their early thirties. Never married, so no kids. I work out a lot so my bodies well toned and firm. It’s not that I don’t like sex that I’m not married. I love it! Just not ready to settle down to house and kids etc yet. I reached the top of the track and froze. There was a 4 wheel drive ute parked about 10 metres back from my car. Quickly I noticed there was two guys standing, leaning on either door, plus there were two guys sitting in the front. The rain was stopping. I pretended not to notice them and, without appearing to be too hasty, walked to my car. As I opened the door one of the men spoke “I wouldn’t drive off if I were you lady. You’ve got a flat.” I looked down at the rear tyre and sure enough, to my dismay, it was flat. “We could change it for ya. For a price.” One of the men said. I looked over at them. They were a very rough looking group. Unshaven, dirty, unkempt, looked like they’d been working in the forest or perhaps one of the mines. None of them looked particularly friendly. I smiled at the one that looked the least threatening. “I’d happily pay for you to change my tyre.” I smiled, and reached in the car for my purse, knowing I didn’t have a lot of cash on me. “Would $20 be enough?” The one that had spoken smiled back and walked towards me, one of his mates following. As he reached me his hand shot out and snatched the purse from my hand. He upended my purse and the few dollars and change in coins fell to the muddy ground, along with the $20 note. “That should buy us a couple of beers afterwards” he sneered. “The price you’re gunna have to pay little slag, is with ya cunt and by the way that dress is stickin to ya, it looks like a hot little cunt. Just the type we like. Doan we boys?” “Please. Please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded, “I’ve got money in the bank. We can go to an ATM in town and I’ll get you money”. “We doan wan you money bitch. We jus wan sum hot cunt! An’ yore sum hot cunt!” He grabbed me under the arms and lifted me off the ground easily. His mate grabbed my legs and they carried me, as I kicked and screamed, to the ute. “Scream all ya like bitch. There ain’ no ‘ouse or anybody for miles aroun’ ‘ere.” With that he grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it hard causing me to gasp with pain. “No bra eh! You’re quite the li’l slag arn ya. See if the slag’s got any nickers on Pete?” His mate shoved his hand up my dress and felt my bare pussy. “Na Mac! No nickers an’ a bald cunt.” Pete said. He then roughly shoved a finger into me. I screamed with the pain. “Fuck she can scream”, Mac said. Then to me he said “We’re gunna luv hearin’ ya scream as we all fuck ya”, and he squeezed one of my breasts again, but more viciously this time. I screamed again. “Shut up slag,” Mac said and slapped me hard across the face. He and Pete through me into the back of the ute, amongst toolboxes, axes, chainsaws, tools and old ropes. I landed heavily, bruising my hip as I hit the floor. Pete and Mac jumped in as the ute started up and headed down the track into the rainforest. “Mays well not waste any time eh Pete?” and he ripped my dress from my body and threw it out of the ute. “Fuck! She’s got a horny bod ain’ she?” They both kneeled beside me, staring at my naked body. I tried to cover myself with my hands as best I could but they both just pulled them away. Pete leaned right over me, his face just inches from mine. He grabbed my hair and lifted my mouth to his and tried to force his tongue into my mouth. I gritted my teeth shut. His hand shot viciously between my legs, his fingers jabbing into my pussy. I gasped and his tongue shot into my mouth. I bit as hard as I could on his tongue and tasted blood as he yelled. “You dirty fuckin’ slag. I’ll fix you!” His hand closed into a fist. I tried to twist away as I saw his fist coming. Too late. It slammed into the side of my head. Blackness! When I came too they had me tied across one of the toolboxes on the ground so my back and pelvic area were clear of the ground. My head was hanging down over the end of the box and my arms and legs were tied apart to some trees and a couple of stakes they’d drive into the ground. I was spreadeagled, a waiting receptacle for their enjoyment. “You’re awake bitch eh? Let’s get the rules straight ‘ere slag. We’re in charge. We’re all gunna fuck ya ‘til we’re tired of it. If ya behave we woan kill ya. Unnerstan?” Mac asked. I could see there was no point pleading. I just nodded dumbly. “Good. So who’s goin’ first?” Pete came over and dropped between my spread thighs. “Me,” he said, “I wanna eat her cunt.” His head went done to my pussy. I felt his unshaven face between my thighs then, surprisingly gently, I felt his tongue lapping at my pussy lips. I involuntary shuddered, hoping nobody would notice. They didn’t. Next I felt a hand turning my face side on, it squeezed my mouth open and a large cock forced its way into my mouth, to the back of my throat. “Suck this slag, or I’ll jam it down your throat,” someone said. I started gently sucking on this man meat. “I said suck cunt or I’ll ram it down ya throat.” I sucked harder as he pushed his cock to the back of my throat. Fortunately I’m a fairly experienced cocksucker and I took him easily into my throat. “Fuck. The slag can deep throat. That’s it baby, suck my meat.” Meanwhile, Pete was really getting into sucking and licking my pussy. He started to apply pressure to my clitty and, in spite of my situation; I could feel an orgasm building. Involuntarily I started to jerk my hips on Pete’s lashing tongue and sucked harder on the cock swelling in mouth. “She’s a hot little slut. Look at her go.” The voice came from alongside the owner of the cock in my mouth. I glanced in his direction and nearly fainted. He had his trousers off and was stroking the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It must have been 10-12” long and his hand couldn’t wrap around it. He must have seen the look of fear in my eyes ‘cause he laughed and said “Doan worry lady. I allas go last so ya nice an’ slippery. It’s easier to stuff me meat in ya!” I felt the cock in my mouth stiffen, then his cum erupted down my throat. I was about to spit it out and I heard him say “Swallow ya little cunt. Swallow it!” I did my best to concentrate on swallowing it all but Pete was attacking my clitty with renewed enthusiasm and I felt my body beginning to tremble. I unconsciously pushed my pussy hard against Pete’s mouth as my first orgasm swept over me. Then his mouth was gone! For a brief moment I thought my little bit of pleasure was over then I felt a cock slam onto my pussy. Pete had replaced his mouth with his cock. My orgasm continued. The cock in my mouth was withdrawn and Pete had complete control of me now. He hammered his cock in and out of me like a piston and my hips rose up to meet his every thrust. I could feel another orgasm building very quickly and I started to scream as it erupted. Pete stiffened, then thrust as hard as he could up into my pussy, and I felt his cock explode his spunk into my wet and waiting cunt. “She’s one hot li’l piece a cunt, this one. Who’s next?” “Please wait,” I pleaded. “You can see I can’t get away, nor would I try. I know it would be futile. But this tool box is digging into my back and the ropes are cutting into my arms and legs. I promise I won’t try to get away but could you please untie me?” I watched Pete look at Mac, then they both nodded at the other two. “You’re a red hot root bitch, an’ we aint gunna let ya go ‘til we’re all satisfied. So try ta run an’ yer dead. OK?” I nodded and felt hands untying my arms and legs. I was hauled roughly to my feet and then pushed face down over the tailgate of the ute. I felt a cock pushing at my pussy lips from behind, it felt bigger than the previous one, then it slid into my depths. “I love it doggy,” I heard a voice say. “Fuck she’s hot an’ wet.” “Ya greedy prick. ‘Ow can we get at ‘er mouth when you’ve got ‘er over the bloody tailgate? Ya bloody moron.” I was lifted effortlessly, off the back of the ute, by the owner of the cock still impaled inside me. He just carried me, draped over his arm, his cock still hard up inside me. “Put another box on top of that toolbox.” I heard him say. This was done and I was forced to lay, face down, over the stacked boxes. The owner of the cock, still inside me, started his methodical assault on my cunt again, his hands grasping my breasts and squeezing them whilst his fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples. I grimaced with the pain and looked ahead. There was a body with a stiff cock right at my face level. I looked up and saw Mac grinning down at me. “Start suckin’ baby.” And he pushed his cock into my mouth. I slid my lips over Mac’s cock and took him ‘til my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Before I could slide my mouth back up the shaft, Mac grabbed hold of my head, with both hands, and started to methodically fuck my face. He held my head steady and pounded his cock in and out of my mouth. “Suck hard ya little cunt.” I heard him say. “Wrap those lips tight aroun’ it and SUCK.” I did as I was told and sucked as hard as I could. My head was buzzing and I was feeling very dazed from the assault on both my pussy and mouth. The cock raping my pussy was quickening in tempo, viciously pounding my depths. I felt him stiffen and roar as he unleashed a torrent of spunk in my cunt, his fingers clutching my breasts and his nails cruelly digging into my flesh. Mac continued his fucking of my face and I felt his cock swell in my throat, then he too unleashed a torrent of spunk down my throat. I struggled to try to swallow it all, fearful of his reaction if I didn’t succeed. I managed to swallow most of it with just a little trickle escaping and dribbling down my chin. I was left hanging, in a semi dazed state, over the boxes when I heard a voice say; “Now it’s my turn. Put ‘er on ‘er back guys.” “OK Johnno. This I gotta see,” Pete said. As I was lifted to my feet I saw the owner of the voice with his huge erection in his hand. “Oh no! Please don’t try and fuck me with that thing! It’ll rip me in half!” “Well it’ll jus’ ‘ave ta rips ya in ‘alf then, cause ya gunna git it right up that li’l hot cunt of yours,” Johnno snarled. “Please. Please don’t!” “Shut the fuck up or I’ll knock ya out an’ still fuck ya anyway!” “Oh please. If you must do it, can I please ease it into me? I promise you’ll still enjoy it, maybe even more.” I pleaded. He looked at me and begrudgingly said, “OK. But this better be good or you’ll wish ya had’n been born.” “It will be. Trust me. Just lie down on your back please.” Johnno got an old blanket from the ute, spread it out and lay down on his back, his cock sticking straight up and pointing to the sky. I walked over to where he was laying, put my feet either side of his body and lowered myself to his cock. I could hear the others lewd comments as my pussy got closer to his weapon. “The slag’ll neva fit it in.” “Not many ‘av.” I heard another say. “’Cept that ‘hore from Cairns an she squealed like a stuffed pig when she did.” Raucous laughter all ‘round! My pussy lips touched the huge knob and I wrapped my hand around it as best I could, trying to lubricate the head with the cum oozing out of me. I slid the huge head backwards and forwards over my cunt lips, squatting lower to ease the monster into me. Just as I started to ease myself down onto it, the head beginning to spread my cunt lips, Johnno’s hands grabbed me by the waist and slammed me down onto his monster cock. It ripped up into me, the pain excruciating! I screamed with the agony. My head began to spin, spots appearing before my eyes. I kept screaming as I felt myself beginning to lose consciousness. I could feel myself begin to fall sideways off this huge thing penetrating my body, the agony increasing as he tried to move it in me. Other hands grabbed me and held me upright on the monster and he started to move up and down in me. Unbelievably, the pain started to subside as he worked his huge thing in and out of me. I could feel it was all the way up me now, my cunt lips touching his pubic hairs with each thrust. In spite of the pain, now lessening with each stroke, I could feel my body responding. I stopped trying to move off it and actually began to meet each upward stroke with a downward stroke of my own. “Oh yeah! That’s it baby! Ride that meat of mine. Slam that hot li’l cunt o’ yours down on me monster cock.” My pussy walls were stretched to the limit, the huge cock right up into me, filling me like I’ve never been filled before, or ever likely to again. I was almost incoherent, as I struggled with the lust developing inside me, in spite of the fact I was being raped. “Fuck me! Fuck me with that monster cock!” I orgasmed like I’ve never orgasmed before. My body shuddering and shaking all over, nearly fainting from the pleasure. By now I was laying, stretched out along Johnno’s body, muttering incoherent obscenities, still slamming my cunt down to meet his every upward thrust. So lust driven was I, I didn’t notice the other activity going on around me ‘til I felt something nudging at my anus. It was a finger probing at my puckered ring. I instinctively clenched my bum cheeks, which of course tightened my cunt lips. “Oh yeah baby.” I heard Johnno mutter. “Fuck you’re good!” The finger persisted and eventually forced its way into my arse. It felt good as it was worked back and forth and I responded by lifting with each upward thrust of Johnno’s cock. The finger withdrew and was replaced by something much larger. A cock! Again I clenched. Again Johnno moaned. The cock persisted and forced its way into my anus. I tried to struggle but only feebly. The pleasure I was getting from Johnno’s monster cock outweighed anything else that could possibly happen to me. My arse relaxed a little, and the owner of the cock fucking my arse started to get into rhythm with Johnno, and I drifted into a state of lustful bliss as both my holes were fucked and fucked and fucked! I marvelled at the fact this assault on me had been going on for ages and yet Johnno still hadn’t cum! I lost count of how many times I orgasmed. They just came one after another. Incessantly. I just kept screaming obscenities, “Fuck me you bastards! Fuck my arse! Fuck my cunt! Ram that monster cock up my cunt! Spurt your juice up my arse! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MMMEEE!” I felt the cock in my arse start to stiffen, and then I felt the warmth of his spunk pumping into my rear passage. That must have been the trigger for Johnno and he let out an almighty roar and shot his load, his cock spewing torrent after torrent of thick spunk into my waiting cunt. I screamed out with pleasure as my own super intensive orgasm took hold of me. My head began to spin, dizziness took hold of me, shaking and sobbing incoherently, I blacked out! I could only have been out of it for a few seconds but as I came to I could feel drops hitting my back, bum and thighs. I looked up to see Mac and Pete, who had obviously not been part of the action, furiously stroking their erect cocks and spewing their cum out all over me. I rolled off Johnno’s wilting cock, onto my back, as a few more droplets of their cum hit my face. Unconsciously I licked at those that landed near my mouth, savouring the taste of spunk on my tongue. “Yor one hot fuck baby,” Mac said. “Did’n think ya’d take Johnno’s monster, but you fucked ‘im dry. Ain’ seen that ‘appen before, ever!” They were all standing around me, looking down at me. My body was bruised, battered and scratched. I had cum on my face, breasts, belly and thighs. It was leaking out of my anus, trickling out of my cunt and down my bum and legs. I was a mess. “We better go fix ya flat tyre,” Pete said. They gently lifted my naked body into the front of the ute, wrapped me in the dirty old blanket and drove me back to my car.