3 comments/ 8099 views/ 0 favorites Sequel By: SunrockSin It took some time for Harry to figure out what was really wrong with him. It seemed to come over him in stages, like each new day seemed a bit fuzzier, he just felt that much more, how could he put it? He felt just that much more blah, yeah, he thought, that's it. It was almost as if he was becoming less distinct, less concrete, somehow fading. When Harry looked in the mirror he noticed his intensely dark eyes seemed lackluster, his firm square jaw was not as firm and his muscular chest actually sagged a bit. Baggy circles were forming beneath his eyes and yet the distinctive crow's feet that gave him character were gone. Even his cock seemed to diminish each time he had sex. Sex, now that was another thing. Harry remembered the first night with his lover Mary Anne, how intense the sex was. They came together in a wanton whirl of activity as they nearly tore the clothes off of each other. She unabashedly opened her legs to him and let him devour her pussy. He slid his tongue up and down her tight slit, feeling it open to him as he pushed his tongue deep into her wet opening. Later as he moved up to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth as his tongue flicked lightly over it. She moaned and ground her pussy against his face over the next half hour, coming three or four times. He no sooner pulled his head from between her legs while massaging his jaw than she pushed him onto his back and took his massive cock into her mouth. Harry was amazed how much of him she took, as she slid her head up and down while stroking him with her right hand. No woman had ever taken him so deep into her mouth and it excited him to see her lips purse in and out as she moved over his glistening cock. Just as he was about to come, she pulled her head away, crawled up over him and slid her pussy down over his throbbing erection. It slid into her so easily and as she moved she kind of circled over him, almost as if she was screwing herself over him. The added sensation from the torque she applied to his rod had him trembling. It was just a few minutes before he reached down, squeezed her ass as he arched his back, shoved his cock deep inside her and came, spurting his cum into the wet warmth of her cunt. As wild at that was, they didn't stop, spending the rest of the night, stroking, sucking, licking and fucking each other again and again. When Mary Anne left that next morning, they both anxiously went over their plans for the next night. Harry spend the rest of the morning and into the afternoon thinking only about Mary Anne, about her incredible breasts, the dark nipples, her nimble body, her tasty pussy and her incredible mouth. Strangely, when Harry saw Mary Anne the next evening, her breasts seemed smaller, less distinct, with nipples that seemed about the same color as the rest of her. And her face, well, her makeup wasn't smeared or anything, but it just seemed a bit off. The bright blue eyes he remembered seemed faded, somehow a bit grayer. They went out to eat before returning to his room, when the night before they were in such a rush that they skipped dinner altogether. Once back in Harry's apartment, Harry undressed himself as Mary Anne did the same. They kissed briefly and then climbed into bed, where Harry climbed over her and she gently guided his cock into her pussy. She wasn't very wet, so it took a few moments before he was able to slide his cock in all the way and when he was able to push it completely inside her, she seemed to sigh disappointedly. Mary Anne came once, then closed her eyes and turned her head as Harry continued for a while before he felt a slight twinge of pleasure and then he came. It seemed so strange, the sensation on his cock was dulled somehow, as if he had worn a condom, but no, his cock slipped out of her pussy, covered with their cum. He rolled off of her and they both fell asleep. The next morning they made plans to get together again, but this time both of them showed up late. By the time they finished dinner and returned to Harry's apartment, Mary Anne had fallen asleep in the car. She did wake up and dutifully kissed him and then undressed for him as he did the same. Her breasts seemed to sag more than Harry remembered. As they climbed into bed Mary Anne had to stroke Harry's cock for nearly five minutes before it got hard. When he was finally able to achieve erection, his cock looked visibly shorter, the head was only a faded purple, and the vein that pulsed so vividly the first night was barely visible. Harry could smell an odd odor as his cock slid in and out of Mary Anne and she really seemed distracted through the entire ordeal. Harry finally did come and though he continued thrusting his shrinking cock in and out of her pussy, Mary Anne never did come. She finally asked, "Can we stop now, it's hurting." He withdrew and rolled over beside her, annoyed, confused and quite frankly frightened. It was as if the two of them were, bit by bit, slipping away. The beautiful woman who he fucked all night a couple of nights ago, seemed like an old woman and Harry, Harry felt like he was seventy years old. He just couldn't hold it in anymore and asked, "Mary Anne, what is happening to us? I mean when we first met, it was so good, we both were so vital, so strong and sexy." "And now it's all so... so bland," she replied. "Yes, like we have faded. Each time we made love we became less distinct, less..." "I feel it too. I guess we never should have done a sequel." "A sequel? Is this a sequel?" "Didn't you know? The first night was Chapter One, after that was Chapter Two and Chapter Three." "But I didn't know. I thought..." "No, this is a sequel and it's only a matter of time," she interrupted. "A matter of time?" "Before it all ends. You didn't think we'd just fade away together, no the author will get bored and simply get rid of us. It happens all the time." "But..." Before Harry could finish Mary Anne jumped up from the bed and ran to the window. Harry watched her from the bed, noticing a light outside growing brighter and brighter until it was so bright he could barely see Mary Anne. Suddenly he heard her scream, "Harry, I..." There was a sudden, crash at the window and Harry felt a searing heat. An hour or two later, the firemen were able to contain the ensuing fire to just two apartments, Harry's and a vacant one next door. Remarkably there were only two causalities reported in the paper the next day. The paper mentioned a tiny meteor and then the story abruptly ended. Sequel to 'A New Thing' The buxom blonde and the equally buxom brunette are straddled on the bed. Their long hair hangs almost to their middle backs. It's obvious the blonde is in control since she is on top. Their tongues war with a vengeance as the blonde bounces her pussy against the brunettes. What seems like a long time comes to an end as she reaches for the thick double ended pink dildo. She moves back a bit before she pushes it home inside the brunettes soaking slit then moves it in herself with a loud sigh. The war of wills continues as they move in tandem the pussies stretch and accommodate the invasions with ease as the kissing resumes. When the waves of pleasure hit them there is a collective scream of release before they collapse on the bed with eyes closed as if to retain that initial moment of ecstasy. I remove my soaking hand from snatch as the last seconds of the fantasy fade away. I shiver as my own orgasm over takes me; I love my girls, they love that pink dildo as much as I do. Yes it's me again, Stacey. I came back to tell you what happened after my husband and I found Tanya. It's been over a year now and Tanya and I have gotten quite close. My husband seems happy with the arrangement of twice a month with her. He doesn't appear to mind that she and I see each other more often. I don't even think he considers that we do more than shop and watch movies. Is he really that naïve? How many times can he come home and find us kissing on the sofa or licking each other off on the bed without thinking there is more? Anyway, I am considering telling him I am bisexual but Tanya insists why mess with what isn't broken? She thinks with the time he has and with enjoyment he receives he is okay with how it's all going. He hasn't complained at any point about the situation. Well let me just tell you what happened recently then you decide if I should tell him. Perhaps it's because I want more from Tanya and she just likes things the way they're going as much as Hank? I have considered that but okay here are the incidents. I arrived over at Tanya's house to watch movies a bit early. I had never been to her house all this time we either played at our home or went out for movies, coffee or shopping. She had mentioned she wanted to keep all of our fun from her daughter not because she was ashamed but because it was more private and mysterious. I went with that explanation because well I wanted to. I knocked on her door then leaned my ear close to it. I could hear voices but I assumed it was the television. I waited then knocked again; this time Tanya answered it but she was flushed in the face and her hair was disheveled. "Hey Sweetie," she said as she leaned in to kiss me. I smiled though I could smell something on her; I gotta say without being crass it smelled like a man. "Am I too early," I asked with a twinkle in my eyes. "Oh no you're fine," she said as she backed up for me to come inside. I noticed the house was rather large. The living room was laid out to accommodate the fireplace. The sofa was facing toward it because there was no television. There were several chairs as though it would be fun place for a nice fire side chat. It was cozy to say the least. There was a second story which I assumed had a least two bedrooms because the hallway going the opposite direction from the living area had two doors I could see my guess was a bedroom and bathroom. I followed Tanya to the kitchen where I sat down at her marble kitchen counter and noticed there was a sliding glass door in the room which was slightly ajar. "You want some wine?" she asked as she reached in the fridge, she was oblivious to my envy. "Absolutely," I answered as I noticed her robe was eschew. "So how was your day?" I asked as I tried not to be a jealous lover. If I were a man I would have been screaming a hundred questions by now but I wasn't and I was married; I had no right. She could see whomever she wanted; I tried to convince myself. "Oh it was hectic I didn't get home till like an hour ago and I took a nap," she said as she handed me the wine. "We don't have to hang out..." "Oh gosh no I looked forward to seeing you though I didn't get to pick up around here the way I had hoped. Maryanne is over her friend's house all weekend and they're off tomorrow for some school thing so this was a good time." She was rambling but I nodded before I sipped my wine. She was quiet, then. It was our first ever awkward moment and I hated it. She came around to stand in front of me then reached to undo my blouse after she took the glass from me to sit down on the counter. I could only look at her. I willed her to tell me the truth before I pushed the robe off her shoulders. She moved her head to the side so I could kiss her neck and she sucked me in with those luscious tits as my hand sought them my mind fogged. She led me to the bedroom not a minute later; I took off my clothes as my eyes were on the prize. She pushed me on the bed and I pinched and sucked her nipples as though I needed them for nourishment. She smiled and stroked my clit all the same time. The moaning of her enjoyment of what I was doing to her filled the room. There are not words for these moments my mind was lost. When she made the move to put her mouth over my pussy I sighed with my hands in her hair. All thought of another man or person with her left my mind. She licked with lavish use of her tongue while I spread open for her then came in her mouth with a giggle. She smiled as she landed on her back with me eager to give in return. The kiss was messy but it didn't deter either of us as I kissed my way down toward her belly then gave what I had been given. She again was more vocal of her enjoyment than I but I felt it all the way to my toes because by then I was still coming down from my own pleasure. Now here is where things get weird. There was a knock on the door and Tanya looked spooked. "You expecting anyone?" I asked as I looked up at her. "Um, no," she said while she looked at the clock. "Can we ignore it?" I asked with hopes that it was someone selling something because it was only just after nine at night. Tanya leaned over to look out the window but said she couldn't' see anyone for the bushes. We waited to see if they would go away which they did. Tanya got up then pulled on her robe while I stayed in bed. She returned a minute later with a flyer and we both laughed. It was someone advertising roof repair assistance. "Tanya?" She looked at me, "Yeah?" "Are you seeing someone else?" "No." I looked in her blue eyes and they seemed sincere but I wasn't convinced. "Really? There wasn't a guy here earlier?" I asked because I had gone this far why not just go for it. "Yeah well Rex came by but just to bully me about letting Maryanne be away from home so long. I know I didn't say it before because he is such a jerk I don't want to discuss him," she said as she put her hand against my face. "I just want to have some fun with my best girl," she added. I decided to just ask what I wanted to know, " Did you fuck him?" I asked in a none threatening way. Tanya moved her hand, "NO of course not, I hate him, why did you ask that?" I felt like a real heel, "I just wondered." Now being women we can get past the bull faster than if one of us was a male. "Spill it you asked for a reason." "I thought I smelled dick on your breath earlier." She laughed and laughed and laughed until I was a bit pissed but then I laughed. "It's called sleep breath Sweetie, don't tell me you were jealous," she said before she straddled me on the bed then kissed me as she lay on top of me. I rolled my eyes I felt about the size of a pea. Here is the thing; I know what I smelled but let it slide. It turns out her guilt made for some fun orgasms that night. Two weeks later we were back with Hank at our house doing our usual three way. Hank was pushed up inside Tanya's tight butt while I was on my back looking up at the perky tits I had grown to love. We started this night with Tanya watching Hank and I have basic old fashion missionary sex. Tanya watched while she stroked herself then I licked her off till she came in my mouth while Hank watched. It was what you would imagine, pushing, pulling, sucking, licking, stroking and intense orgasms. It was something out of a fantasy or porn. We did make quite a mess with all the body fluids flowing so a shower wasn't an option. I'm not bragging just telling it as it happened. What you have to know is that this was after we had a conversation with Hank about how Tanya and I had actually been spending our time together. It turns out Hank didn't care as long as he got what he wanted. "I wondered how long it would take before you two confessed, you naughty girls," he told us. Tanya blushed while I laughed it up. I know it seems like a fairy tale but sometimes these things can work out; I am a true believer, now. If the right couple finds the right other person then life can be fun, exciting and yes you guessed it ultra sexy. The End Sequel to Goa Resort Readers are requested to please read The Goa Resort by Devil's Angel 369 to get an idea of what had transpired before. * It was past 8 in the morning when Rina got up. For a moment she appeared to be in a daze. Yes, she was in the hotel room and in her bed. This is where she should have been. Vishal was in the bathroom. She was nude but that was normal. She had been sleeping without clothes for a long time now. She could hear the water running. How was that? Her husband used to leave early.. before 7 every morning. She glanced at the wall clock. It was past 8 and he was in the bathroom. Strange!! Suddenly the events of the previous night unfolded before her eyes..like a film. She was bored and had consequently decided to have a massage and sauna. There was that pretty girl Pooja and that handsome guy Aryan. Rina couldn't believe that she had actually allowed Aryan to fuck her sans any guilt. Not only that she had actually enjoyed it, and made no attempt to prevent him from discharging inside her. She knew that she was on pills and wouldn't become pregnant but Pooja and Aryan did not know that she was on pills. But it hardly mattered what they did or did not think. For them she was just a customer. She got up and poured herself a glass of water from the bedside jug. Now what was the exact point when she had lost her inhibitions. With Pooja, it was okay. Not exactly okay to allow a girl one meets the first time to not only see her nude but also suck her nipples. But at least Pooja was a girl. It was then that she had suggested, so matter-of-factly that Aryan was good. Since she was enjoying herself so very thoroughly she had nodded her consent despite that she was fully nude. Not only that when Aryan had entered the room, she made no attempt to cover herself. Not only that when he had touched her thigh, she had spread her legs. She was surprised that she, a demure conservative housewife had done what she usually read about in books or saw in movies. Normally she would have closed her legs. In fact she should have done that but what she did was taken by him as a sign of encouragement. Without that he wouldn't have dared to fuck her because it would have required guts to actually fuck a customer. If she resisted or raised an alarm, he could have easily lost his job. In addition to that it would have generated tremendous negative publicity. He would have never got a similar job again. She started recalling everything again in its minutest detail. When he massaged her toes and fingers, she was clad in something. Later there was the sauna. And then when he entered again, she was nude. He had kissed her pussy lips and then had inserted a finger not only in the pussy but also in her ass. Rina always kept her pubic hair shaved expect for a small triangular patch of hair above her clit which Vishal liked. Vishal could never get enough of Rina's pussy. She was so aroused she had not felt any discomfort when Aryan had inserted his fingers. What had happened next? She had spread her legs wide and gently raised her hips up subconsciously hoping to send Aryan the message. She had been relieved when he got it immediately and she had felt him get between her legs rubbing his cock up and down her now very wet slit. She had the option to close her legs to give him a different message. Showing one's nude body to another man is one thing; after all so many young women do it on the beach; but allowing oneself to get fucked is quite another. However she had not given him any such message. And Aryan was too much of a gentleman to have refused to fuck her. She wondered whether he was married. Seemed unlikely. Whether he fucked all the female clients. Again unlikely. They came in all shapes and sizes. She was blindfolded, so could she be sure that it was Aryan who had fucked her. For all she knew it could have been anyone else. She had been quite dumb that way. As she was thinking all these thoughts she saw Vishal emerging from the bathroom. He had been shaving and was wearing nothing except for a towel tied around his waist. "Oh hello! Good morning! So you are finally awake?" "Yeah! Finally. I must have slept like a log. How come you are around?" She replied sleepily. "You sure did sleep real soundly. I returned late, true but today I did not have to leave early so I thought we would make nice love together. It has been quite some since we have been married and last night was the first time that I found you really wet.I understand. You must have masturbated which is good. I really have been busy these few days and have not been able to give you as much time as I should have given you. Anyway, I'll take a shower and be off. The work is still not finished." Vishal re entered the bathroom leaving Rina thinking. God, so when she was asleep Vishal too had sex with her and she had been wet with Aryan's cum. Vishal must have thought that she had masturbated and that is why she was wet. Phew! That was a close shave. And she had been sleeping so soundly that she did not even realize that someone was fucking her. That was incredible. What if someone else other than her husband had fucked her. She would not even know. She decided that she would give this a thought. She got out of the bed. She had been sleeping nude for a long time now but after listening to Vijay she walked groggily to the mirror and admired her nude self. Her hair were loose and as she started tying them, the telephone rang. She picked up the receiver. It was the receptionist. "Good morning, Madam." "Good morning." She hoped that the call had come slightly later. She felt a bit odd answering the phone completely in the buff. "Madam, there is a call from one Pooja." The operator said. "Okay. Put me through." Rina was surprised. "Hi Reena. Good morning. Remember me?" Pooja sounded full of beans. "Hi!Of course I remember you." Rina replied. "You sound sleepy. Just got up?" Pooja asked. "Yes." Rina replied. "Oh, sorry to bother you." Pooja said. " No, no. is perfectly fine. In any case its too late. I was about to get up." "Good. I was just passing by and thought that I would check up on you and have a cup of coffee with you if you are free." "Why, thats so thoughtful of you! In fact I was thinking about you and our meeting yesterday. Give me half an hour or so. Okay? See you at 10 in the coffee shop. Vishal seldom locked the door of the bathroom, so Rina promptly joined him in the shower. "Care if I join you?" she asked Vishal jumped when he heard her voice. "Shit you scared the life out of me," he said turning and she saw his stiff cock pointing at her stomach. "Hmm. So naughty boy playing with his dick? Not satisfied after last night?" she laughed as she teased him. His soapy hands moved up to cup and gently wash her small breasts. "Ummm, that feels good," she moaned as she took the soap and lathered up her own fingers before dropping them to his cock. "Feeling jealous?" he laughed as he pushed his fingers into her bald pussy lips. "Don't be naughty." She said. "I have a friend coming over and I need to get out of the shower quickly." She said. "Oh! Sorry. "he said as he bent down and licked her pussy lips which made her shudder. " Even I am getting late." "Vishal, you are impossible." She chided him, as she too bent down, held his erect cock, took the head inside her mouth and after a quick suck ran out of the bathroom as he shouted that this was not fair. "Hi! You look lovely." Pooja said. "Thanks." Rina was wearing a sleeveless while kurta with matching churidar pyjama and open toed sandals. Rina always kept her feet well pedicured. The pink nail polish on the toes was going very well with her white attire. A dainty silver chain adorned her ankles. "This is a nice place!" Pooja commented. "Yes. It is. Homely sort of a joint." "And what do you have to say about the session?" "Nice." Rina blushed. "Aw come on. Don't go so red in the face. You enjoyed na?" "Yes." "And how was Aryan?" "Good." "Actually we are professionals so it is important for me to know as to where you rate him." "He is quite good. He is...uncircumcised " "Yes. Did you not see?" "How could I? You had blindfolded me." "Silly of me to have forgotten. Of course. So you couldn't see his cock. That's bad. Especially since he saw you in all your glory." "Don't talk like that." Rina was feeling uncomfortable. But it was obvious that Pooja was enjoying it. "But you would say that he fucks well?" "How many times do you want to listen to that?" "You have not said that even once." "Yes, Pooja. He fucked me well. Happy?" "Don't be angry." Pooja said sipping coffee. "I just wanted you to get rid of inhibitions. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It just struck me that you were kind of shy using the 'F' word so was just pulling your leg. I am sorry if you felt offended." "Its okay." Rina smiled. "Pooja, tell me something. Does Aryan, well.... fuck many clients?" Pooja threw her head back and laughed. "O come on, Rina. Is that possible? What do you think his cock is? A tap? Which can be put on whenever one feels like. It is only very rarely that he does this and I let him do it. After we are fully convinced about the type of person the guest/customer is. If that was not the case, we would be spending most of our time in court defending allegations of rape." "And what about you? Do you let any male customer do it to you?" "Same is the position with me. If I let guys fuck me, word will spread that this place is a brothel and people will start streaming in just to fuck me. It is not that I am averse to it but it will bring a bad name to the place and that is something I don't want." "Yes. I guess you are right." Rina said. "Poor Aryan. He really likes it when someone does orals to him." Pooja laughed wistfully. "Well, what can I say? If you are referring to me, since I was blindfolded I could hardly direct his movements. But yes, had he made any such sign perhaps I would not have refused him." "You would suck him? And what if he came inside your mouth?" Pooja asked. "So what? You did not stop him when he came inside my pussy, did you? Suppose I was not on pills? What would I tell my husband?" Rina asked naughtily. "You are absolutely right. Silly of me. I am really sorry." Pooja said. "Its okay. Orals is safer and is done when we love someone or are grateful to him. Now I hardly know him, so naturally I can't love him but since he took the initiative in, well, as you say, fucking me and kissing my pussy, I feel that it would not be out of place if I returned the favour. That's all. It is not a must or anything of that sort. So relax." Rina laughed. "Okay. Enough discussion of what happened. What is the future programme?" Pooja asked. Rina was surprised. "Nothing. Why?" "Look, I feel that you need to enjoy yourself some more. In a naughty fashion. I agree that you were bold that day but that was behind closed doors. Nobody knew that Rina was nude..enjoying herself." Pooja sounded serious. "Come on, now. Don't beat about the bush. What should I do?" Rina was nonplussed. "This is Goa..known for its beaches. Come to the beach." Pooja said. "Why not?" Rina replied. "But you will have to strip." Pooja dropped the bombshell. Rina threw her head back and laughed. "Pooja, this is India. Me... nude on a beach. Think again." "I'll be there to give you company. And Goa is not your native place so why bother and whosoever sees you will be as naked as you are so its okay." The next day they piled it into the car and took off for one of Pooja's favorite spots on the beach. They got out of the car at the parking lot and headed for the base of the cliffs. When both the girls finally got to the base of the cliffs, instead of stopping there, they headed south, which was the place where nudity was permitted. Rina had butterflies in her stomach. What had she got herself into? Before long Pooja looked up and stopped in mid sentence as two nude men strolled toward them talking to one another their unerect members flopping from left to right. "That should loosen you up," Pooja said to Rina. "Hey Relax! They are just nude guys, not rapists. They won't hurt us. Lets keep on walking." Rina shrugged and glanced sideways as the girls walked past the two men. They wandered aimlessly through the beach, filled mostly with well built young men. Rina commented on a few. Pooja laughed and remarked about some particularly nice buns. There were still more men then women on the beach, but there were some couples, small groups and the occasional college coed. They passed by three women lying mid way between the surf and the sand, side by side, naked except for the t-shirts covering their faces from the hot sun. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their nipples large and relaxed. "Like what you see?" Pooja asked with a twinkle in her eye. "I don't know." Rina replied honestly. Fifty yards further down the beach they stopped. "Here is a nice spot," Pooja said. Rina looked skeptical and unsure but dropped her pack next to Pooja's. Pooja pulled off her shirt, unclasped her bra and took it off. Rina didn't see because she was turned the other way fishing for something in her pack. When she turned around ready to sit down in her fashionable but not skimpy two piece, she saw Pooja topless in the sun and rolled her eyes. "Wow, that's fast work." "Hey,when in Rome, should one not do what the Romans do" Pooja replied. "You going to sit here with your suit on and have everyone think you are a prude?" "Give me some time at least," Rina said, looking around. The crowd was sparse in this area of the beach. A guy in a beach chair sat about 30 feet away reading a book. A couples and several more guys sat a little further away. No one seemed to take much notice. "Relax, its just a little skin," Pooja prodded. "What if someone we know sees me?" "No one will see you, and any way, if they do, they will be as naked as you." "That's not comforting," she replied. "Come on, have a little fun. You have to be bold. I am surprised. You can have sex with a guy you see, or don't even see (referring to the blindfold) and here when the scene is entirely sexless you think and think." "Okay." Rina replied grudgingly. But after looking around again to make sure no one was watching, she knelt down on her towel, reached behind her back and undid her top. Quickly, she lay forward on her on her elbows with her breasts hanging down in front of Pooja, shielded from full side view by her arms. A guy sitting slightly ahead of them on the beach looked discretely over the top of his open book as she did this, appreciating his glimpse of her full breasts. "You happy?" she said. Pooja raised her eyebrows "What about the bottom half?" She rolled her eyes and looked around. She paused for a minute. The guy with the book appeared to be reading but no one else appeared to be watching. Finally, Rina got up to her knees, her beautiful breasts hanging in full view of all. She slid off her suit bottom to reveal her neat bush then quickly lay down on her stomach, with her nice ass exposed to passers-by, but her bush and creamy breasts concealed under her. Now are you happy?" she asked naughtily while spreading her legs apart which did show a glimpse of her pussy lips. Pooja smiled. "That's much better." "What about you getting rid of your bottom half?" Rina asked. "You got a pretty pair of buttocks." Pooja replied. "Answer my question." Rina insisted. "I can't. These are those days and I hope you understand." Pooja whispered. "Hey, this is not fair. You......" Rina didn't complete it. "Relax. Why get so uppity about it?" Pooja said. "These guys can see my tits too so don't think too much about who can see what. Here, let me rub some lotion on your back or you will have all tanned buttocks and back." She produced a plastic bottle and rubbed it thoroughly in her hands. She placed her hands on Rina's shoulders and began to spread the lotion over her back. She proceeded to rub and stroke Rina's body from end to end, paying particular attention to her lower back and buttocks. "You have nice and firm buttocks. Absolutely lovely." she whispered as she gently massaged Rina's inner thighs. Rina groaned as Pooja moved close to her mound and shuddered when she felt Pooja's fingersslide along the crease where Rina's leg met her ass. It was apparent that Rina was thoroughly enjoying her massage. Later, Pooja whispered something to Rina and she slowly turned over onto her back. As Rina changed position, her legs parted and Pooja noticed that her bare labia glistened in the sunlight, indicating definite sexual arousal. "My, my! I can see you are having fun." Pooja teased her and it was apparent that she had enjoyed rubbing the lotion on the back of the young wife. "Shut up, will you?" Rina said and proceeded to cover her eyes with her arm. "Okay. I will. But tell me something. What is the point in keeping your pussy so properly shaped, with the lips completely bare if nobody is ever going to see it? Let others also see how much care you take of something which your husband loves so very much." Pooja said. Rina just smiled. The men walking down the beach seemed to as well. Some wore shorts or trunks – just there for a look. Others got into the spirit, keeping their members in control as they walked past. Pooja could see the men glance at Rina. One even stopped with his cell phone and pretended to dial while he snapped a picture of Rina's naked body. After about twenty minutes Pooja wanted to see if Rina would show to the crowd while moving whatever she had shown while lying supine.. "Coming for a walk?" she asked. Rina looked around. No one seemed to be paying much attention. "Sure," she said a bit hesitantly. She began to reach for her swim suit, but Pooja took her hand and pulled her up toward her. "You don't need a suit for walking, do you? And what did I tell you just now about letting others see your pussy?" She smiled as she pulled Rina to her feet. Rina got to her feet. She felt vulnerable but excited at the same time. The sun felt hot on her breasts and the warm breeze wafted through her pubic area, teasing her there gently. She started to walk along the sand between the many towels, avoiding them carefully and trying not to kick sand onto someone's towel. Her hair was medium long and dark, falling just down beyond her bare neck, waving as she moved. The sand felt very warm, almost hot to her bare feet. She put her head up and walked as she was accustomed to do, poised, proudly defiant of the stares of men, but now naked, a little arrogant, aware of her body. She had firm, high and lovely breasts and she knew it. She pretended to be oblivious to the hard looks she was getting as men (and some women) checked out her body as she passed. She began to relish the implicit tease of her nudity, smiling and flaunting her breasts as she passed the men. With seeming nonchalance, she would push her hair back from her face with one hand, at the same time insinuating her breasts slightly forward, turning as if to look into the distance at some far away intrigue. The warm sun felt wonderful on her body. She felt a tingle of excitement, knowing that men were watching her as she strode by them, but she pretended nonchalance. As they walked, Pooja could see the heads subtly turn in their direction. She noticed it too. "Are you enjoying this?" she said. "I feel like I'm on display." "You look nice," Pooja said, "you can't blame them for looking. Have you ever thought what it would be like if your husband was here watching you in your birthday suit?" "God! Don't even mention it. He would think I had gone mad or some such thing. Moreover being fully nude in public makes me self conscious, I mean, these are not parts I usually show to strangers. It would have better had you too been nude or even I just topless like you. I feel like I need to pull in my tummy and I don't know what to do with my hands." Rina replied self consciously. Sequel to Goa Resort "We don't have much time or else I would not have insisted that you strip fully the very first time. This is cathartic. You will certainly benefit from the exposure. The sex that you have will be better, more intense. Believe me. These guys glancing up from behind their glasses are not looking at your tummy. Your tits yes, that little bush of yours, yes, and don't worry, they are not rating you. They are just thinking how fun it would be to fuck you. And mind you it is not as if all the men and women are without their boyfriends/husbands. Most of them in fact are accompanied by their spouses and they know that their spouses are nude so it is not really necessary that your husband would throw a fit. For all you know he might actually enjoy seeing the erections that your pussy would compel." As they walked toward the water, Pooja glanced down the beach and saw a few men in nearby chairs followed Rina with their eyes. The girls found our way into the waves and waded in. As they got deeper, Rina's nipples were tight and erect from the cold water. Pooja deliberately did not get in and ensured that the water level did not cross the level of her knees. As Rina in chest deep, she seemed to relax a bit. She was mostly concealed by the water – just an occasional flash of her bare breasts as a wave passed. After a while they left the water and as they walked back to their stuff, the water ran from Rina's hair down her naked body. Pooja could see a couple of eyes follow Rina as we waked toward them from the surf. Rina felt it too, and she quickly lay down on her front again when we reached our towels. "You're going to get burned" Pooja said. "Turn over and I'll help you with your sun screen." I smiled. "I think I can manage," she said. But she turned over and started to rub the sun screen over her still wet body. She lay back and closed her eyes. Rina's creamy breasts, newly coated with lotion looked beautiful in the sun and drops of water glistened on her bush. Rina's eyes were partially closed but she spotted a couple of tourists who looked like they were from Japan. The man wore shorts and nothing else. A big Nikon camera was hanging from his neck. He was accompanied by a young woman presumably his wife who, like Pooja was topless but instead of shorts, had on a bikini bottom. Her breasts were on the smaller side, certainly not bigger than 34. His wife was moving and though apparently he was focusing on her, it was quite obvious that he wanted to click Rina. Rina turned over...better that he click a picture of her bare ass than face and pussy. To Rina's amazement Pooja said hi in Japanese – she said that she had picked up a smattering of Japanese from the various tourists. He smiled back and paused. In sign language he pointed to his camera, to Rina, to him and his wife, making the universal – "I'll take a picture of both the girls" sign and smiled again. Rina looked at Pooja with a quizzical look on her face. "I... I am sorry, Rina but you have to help me out." Pooja said apologetically. "Whats the matter?" Rina asked. "Actually this man wanted to click three pictures...one of himself with his wife on one side and me on the other, other of his wife and me and the third of himself with me. I had promised him that I would pose the next time we met." Pooja said. "So go ahead. I'll click the snap if the three of you are in the frame." Rina replied. "You kidding? He wants me to be nude and you know I can't so please be a good girl and help me out." Pooja pleaded. "Pooja, how can I.....?" Rina protested. You've got to be kidding. You know I don't do photos." "Come on, this guy is from Japan, lets make this a story for their Friends in Tokyo. Those people will have no idea who we are. Come on, loosen up and have some fun. "Pleeeeease." Pooja insisted. Rina shrugged. " Okay." She stood off to the side, arms crossed, obviously feeling uncomfortable with a what that heck are you doing look on her face. Meanwhile his wife pulled down her panties revealing a downy bush of pubic hair. "Okay. Now" Pooja said to Rina who was standing off to the side. and motioned to her – " Get in the photo with them." Rina looked at Pooja and rolled her eyes. She blushed but got in the photo, standing to one side of the couple. "No not to the side of them, between them," Pooja motioned as she talked. "There, put an arm on each of them." Rina complied. "Now put your arm around his shoulder." Rina did this with another roll of the eyes. The woman, looked a bit unsure, but smiled. The man was clearly pleased. Since Pooja could not convey the meaning with gestures so she stepped forward and placed the man's arm around Rina's waist with his hand on her hip, her left breast pressed against him. The friction caused her thick brown nipple to start becoming erect much to Rina's embarrassment. His fingers were at her pelvic bone, barely two inches from her pussy. Pooja stepped back and snapped one photo, and then another. "Okay, that was good. Now Rina face his wife. Yes, in a way that your nipples touch. If you are not uncomfortable you can even kiss her." Pooja said. God, what was all this. First nudity and now this photography session. Anyway, to get over it quickly, Rina faced the man's wife. Pooja intervened and placed Rina's hands on the girl's buttocks and vice verca. Rina could feel the prick of the girl's pubic hair just as she could perhaps feel Rina's thick, brown and erect nipple pressing into hers. "Pooja, for the snap with this guy...I won't stand the way his wife was standing." Rina protested. "Fair enough. You don't want his cock right at the entrance of your pussy." Pooja smiled. "So stand with your arm around his back and his around yours." Pooja clicked two snaps and handed the Nikon back to its owner. "I think it has been a long time. I should go." Rina said. "Yes, but you still have not met Aryan." Pooja said. "Its not all that necessary. I just happened to mention it casually." Rina laughed. "Okay. As you wish. Your bikini is lying right there. Just walk to that building. There is a swimming pool plus showers. You can change there. Don't look at me like that. You can wear your stuff here too but you have sand and salty water on your body. That would be a better idea." Pooja said. Rina picked up the bikini and started walking to the building pointed out by Pooja. It had been more than two hours since she had been nude and now she was not feeling all that uncomfortable. She opened the door to her changing room and exhaled, feeling safe in a closed place; not naked in front of all those people. The scene inside took a moment to register. The room was bare except for a bench, the tiles on the floor were white and clean except for the fact that there was a man, sitting on the bench. The floor felt cold on her bare feet which were warm after having been in the sand. So this was a common room. She had been stupid to suppose that this would be only for ladies. Why should it be when they were all nude together on the beach? It was dark inside... she had come from outside so it took her a while to register to the darkness. The man's legs were apart and his cock was sticking straight up. She made a futile attempt to look somewhere else, at his dark eyes, at the floor, at the towels piled on the end of the bench. But his cock kept drawing her gaze, fully visible and unnaturally long in the absence of any pubic hair to hide its base. Its crown wasround and symmetrical – uncircumcised? Pooja was right. She had confirmed this from her! His cock was getting larger as she watched it. No, not larger, it was closer – he had stood up and was moving towards her. She made herself look up. He was right in front of her, staring into her eyes with his haunted, intense look. She remained paralyzed in the doorway, her hand still on the doorknob, eyes wide like saucers. He leaned over slightly – they were almost the same height – and touched her lips lightly with his. This was too sudden. She did not really know how to react. His face seemed somewhat familiar. Aryan? Here? So Pooja's suggestion was not all that innocent. She had told Aryan what Rina had told Pooja. She was uncertain as to what she really wanted. Another intercourse? What would they think? That she was always ready for a good fuck? Before she could think further, he put his arms around her and his damp body melted into her. Rina raised her arms tentatively and put them around his broad shoulders. She ran her hands over the smooth muscles of his back and neck and up to his head. His tongue moved sinuously into her mouth, merging wetly with hers. She closed her eyes, pulling him closer, losing herself in the warmth of his bare skin and the completeness of the kiss. She made a small disappointed sound when he broke their embrace. She opened her eyes and found him looking at her totally, consumingly. His eyes were fixed on her deep cleavage and smooth stomach and her belly-button ring and, lower, her trimmed pubic hair lost in shadow. Rina stood motionless in front of him, her arms at her sides. His eyes never wavered from hers, never let her go. She could feel his stillness. He moved back against her, and the muscles of his chest mashed her breasts flat, and made her rigid nipples throb unbearably. His cock lay flat between them, long and hard and pushing against a spot just above her pussy. Now his mouth was exploring her neck, kissing its hollows and indentations. Every bit of her seemed to be in contact with him. Rina gasped as his hands slid down to cover her buttocks. She found the contact felt unbearably arousing. She held his shoulders tightly, knowing that she'd sink helplessly to the floor if she let go. His lips were back on hers, pushing them gently apart. Where their bodies touched, their moisture mingled, making him slippery against her. She could feel his heartbeat, deep and steady as her own raced. In the center of everything she felt the overwhelming pressure of his erection just inches from her pussy. Her hand moved down, by itself, without her meaning to move it, until it lay on the smooth curve of his hip. She kept it there for a moment, enjoying the firmness and the warmth of his skin. His lips pressed harder against hers and his hands were everywhere, tracing a shoulder blade, leaving damp trails on her back, caressing her outer thighs. Then her own hand was suddenly in contact with his cock. She wasn't sure how it had happened, and she started to pull away, but then the man's hand was on her own, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. For a minute she just held it gently, hypnotized by the pulse of blood beneath the silken skin. She was holding Aryan's cock! She couldn't quite get her mind to absorb the fact. Her thoughts were scattering, darting away from her in every direction. Should she stroke it? It seemed to be the logical thing to do. He didn't offer any hints. He simply stood there, totally focused on their kiss, his hands continuing to explore her bare skin. Rina pulled her head back, away from his, and took a deep breath. She looked down at her hand. The cock had grown; she was sure of it. And even in the dim light of the changing room she could see a big vein throbbing on one side. She slid her hand up towards the tip and felt him shudder in response. She moved her hand again and heard him make a soft groan. She was completely transfixed. She couldn't look anywhere else. And she needed to be closer, to see it better. Unsteadily, Rina sank to her knees. After all, that is what she had told Pooja; that she regretted not having pleasured Aryan orally. The room was so silent Rina could hear her own heartbeat despite the fact that the beach outside was a theatre of hectic activity. She felt lightheaded, her vision narrowing until all she could see were Aryan's slim hips and his rigid cock sticking out towards her at eye-level. His scent was intoxicating, a mixture of his arousal and a faint aroma of chlorine. His cock quivered slightly; everything else about him was perfectly still. She reached out again and touched the tip with one finger. It jumped in response, and a tiny bead of liquid oozed out. She leaned forward, fascinated. The little slit in the tip opened and closed. She held on to one lean thigh for support and stuck out her tongue. Before she was quite ready, it made contact with the tip, and she tasted a salty sweetness, barely enough to register on her tongue. Aryan drew in his breath but didn't move. She kissed the warm skin of his hip and rubbed her cheek against the shaft of his cock. She heard his indrawn breath. Encouraged, she followed the same path along the side of the shaft with her tongue. When she reached the crown she opened her mouth just a little and took some of the tip inside. It felt so soft, so smooth. She couldn't get over how warm it was, how much life there was in that little bit of flesh. She licked around the tip then had to lean back to catch her breath. She used the time to touch the skin of his thighs, and then, coming closer again, reached around to dig her fingers into his butt. She tried taking more of his cock into her mouth – and inch, then two – before pulling back again and gasping for breath. But she couldn't bear to be without him in her mouth for long. She licked around the glans, feeling the texture, tasting more of the salty pre-cum. The feel of the blood pulsing underneath his flesh made her dizzy. She looked up. The olive skin of his stomach and chest tapered upwards; his nostrils flared. She could feel a flush starting in her cheeks. She put one hand on his scrotum and felt the wrinkled sac pulled tight around his balls. Oh god, she thought, I can't believe I'm really doing this. But she was; and she didn't want to stop. She slid her lips forward, trying to get all of him inside. She had to pull free half way down, needing to breathe before she passed out. His hands moved down to rest on her bare shoulders. Were those strong, dark hands going to push her down onto her back, touch her breasts, stroke her burning pussy? Perhaps fuck her again. But instead he put his palm on the back of her head and nudged her face towards his cock. She wanted to ask him to stop, to touch her just a little, but she didn't know how. Maybe after she'd licked him some more. She took him gently in one hand and slid her tongue all the way from the tip down to the base of the shaft, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth. The different texture of the skin around his scrotum was intoxicating. She held it there for a moment, then went back to the tip, swallowing it as far down as she could go. Aryan watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth, her red lips wrapped around her. Her lips slid up and down the length, leaving smudges of red lipstick behind. She sucked him deeper into her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Her hand reached up to cup and squeeze the balls, her other hand stroking up and down his cock. As the pressure built, and his cum started to rise, she stopped. Easing his cock out of her mouth, she held it up against his body. She licked slowly along the cock, from the very base up to the tip. And then back down again, along the cock, onto his balls, and as deep as her probing tongue could reach. She lapped and sucked at his balls, sucking them into her warm mouth. Aryan moaned out loud, and – reaching for her head – pulled her back onto his cock, pushing himself back into her mouth. She reached around to his bum, and pulled him tighter to her, her fingers probing. He held her head and fucked her wet mouth. She sucked on him, drawing himself deeper into her with each thrust of his hips. He felt his balls tighten as his cum built up inside them, demanding release. He fucked her mouth harder, her hand now stroking his balls, moving faster to match his rhythm. She felt his buttocks contract powerfully. For a moment she wasn't sure what was happening; then there was a spurt of hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. With a loud cry he came, his cum pumping into her mouth. She held him tight, her lips firmly pressed around his cock. She reached for his balls again, squeezing them as if to force more cum out of them. Despite her attempts to swallow all one blob hit her on the shoulder, another landed on her chest and ran down between her heaving breasts. His cock, now only a few inches in front of her, continued to spurt prodigiously. Looking up at Aryan, she swallowed the cum that was in her mouth, her eyes bright, a wicked smile across her face. As the bursts of cum subsided, Aryan sighed deeply, then collected himself. Rina stood up slowly. He took her into his arms and kissed her, tasting his cum on her lips and in her mouth. He led her to the bench and laid her down. He knelt on the floor, between her out stretched legs and leaning forward he kissed her pussy. "Thank you, Rina. That was wonderful. Thanks again." He said as he licked her pussy. "You are the epitome of female sexuality." Rina shuddered as powerful waves of pleasure ran through her body but shook her head. "No, Aryan. Not today." "As you wish." He said disengaging his tongue from her pussy. " But remember I am always there for you and there is no formality. " Straightening up, he left the small room and closed the door quietly behind him. Rina was still on her knees, breathing raggedly, her chest dripping with a mixture of semen and sweat. Her hard nipples and aching pussy made it impossible to think. Almost unconsciously, she put her hand between her legs and moved her fingers between her dripping folds until they found her clit. She cried out as an orgasm hit her almost immediately. She herself did not know why she had refused to let him fuck her. A long time later, when the feelings had subsided, Rina stood up groggily and found a towel to wipe herself off. The pool house seemed unnaturally quiet in the early morning chill. So that was what Pooja had planned. Not bad, Rina thought and smiled in the semi darkness at her own reflection. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips of whatever little of his cum remained. The ring of her cell phone broke her reverie. It was her husband wanting to know where she was. She replied that she was at the beach, had a wonderful time and would be with him soon.