2 comments/ 32609 views/ 1 favorites Julie in the Sun By: avalon_sunset Introduction. Julie is another woman whose images I have enjoyed on an 'amateur wife' website. I received a friendly response to my praise of a series of images of Julie laying on a hotel veranda in the sun, naked, just as described in this fantasy. She encouraged me to write my thoughts and we enjoyed a sensuous exchange of fantasy emails; Julie supplying suggestions about what she would enjoy reading. Julie loved the idea of people staring at her naked body; one of the reasons why she posts her pictures on the website! In the fantasy stories, we explored some sexual themes in a playful way. So, this is a genuine product of our shared input, but is purest fantasy! I have the beautiful images of Julie sunbathing that she would like me to share, but I am not sure how to post them with this text... * I woke up suddenly hearing strange instructions, like echoes in my head. "Rub some more oil darling!" the gentle female voice called. I look around, sure, no one here. I hear it again; it comes from the veranda next to mine. I see through the frosted glass partition that someone is there, a slight movement from the bronze shape I can make out there. I sit up and gaze at it, hoping it is a female shape. The movement appears again, maybe an arm waving. I stand now and step closer. The form is laid out on the sunbed, I can see that it is slight and looks feminine. I am frustrated by the hazy image I have through the glass. In my head I imagine a female there, naked, on her back, alone and sexy but I can't see her. I step up to the glass, raise myself on tip toes and quickly peer over the slanting top. I ignore the beautiful vista to the front of my hotel veranda interested now in the shape a few meters from me. The neighbouring veranda in empty apart from the naked woman I glimpse briefly, the veranda door is open but she seems to be alone. "Gone for a swim!" I think to myself regarding her partner. I take another peep over the glass and this time I see a glass of drink beside her and the orange plastic sun oil bottle. The woman, in her forties, I guess, lies with a cold, wet flannel over her eyes, her hand hovers in the air over the table as if trying to locate the oil or her drink. I watch, confident now that her eyes are closed. Her lovely breasts wobble as she waves a lazy arm in the air; lower, her slit is slightly open to my view, shaved, still glistening from the oil she applied earlier, but her thighs are closed modestly. Mesmerised, I rest my chin on the barrier and gaze at the tiny line of slit I can see. I feel like a man who has won a million dollars. My eyes flit up and down, adoring her tits and her shape, slightly plump on thighs and buttocks, then back to the teasing glimpse of woman sex. The sun shines brightly on one side of her slit, highlighting the curvy shape of her fleshy vulva. I am already dreaming about slipping my head between her firm legs, tasting her, burrowing into her with my greedy tongue shocking her with my lust. As I stare, I see her drop her arm and sigh. She has given up but instead of calling again, she simply settles into the sunbed, wiggling her hips a little as she enjoys the sensuous feeling of the sun and cool breeze as it flits over her adorable shape. More confident, I stand on the chair beside me and take in the vision fully, relaxed. It is bizarre; not more than 2 meters from me is a beautiful, naked woman, mature and well shaped, totally unaware of my adoring eyes taking in every detail of her nudity. I realise that my camera is nearby, but I fear that if I get it, the sexy creature will disappear by the time I get back. I decide to wait, but I am determined to take some pictures of her soon. As I relax, no longer afraid of this babe catching me perving over her, I realise that I have a grin on my face. I allow myself to breathe easier now, sure that I won't gasp loudly as I struggle to take in air. My heart is punding and I have difficulty breathing. I freely gaze at her, inspecting her slit in close detail. Relaxed now, she allows her thighs to part slightly, not enough to expose herself fully, but enough to allow me to see more of her sex. Tantalising me, I can see the beautiful shape of her lips, bulging out from the neat line of her slit. I wonder if she will have a lovely set of protruding lips running from front to back. My head thrills at the thought processes that this vision has generated. I decide that I will get my camera and capture this beauty for ever, but I have difficulty moving. I just want to stare at her. I realise that I have a aching, throbbing knob, sticking out freely inside my loose Bermuda shorts. I press it against the glass partition and it throbs in response. I realise that I am going to have a nice wank because of this woman, but will I mess up the magic if I get my camera? I can't make up my mind so I simply rub my cock against the glass as it is so rewarding. The tingles shoot into my belly with such power that my breathing turns into gasps, my eyes lose focus for a second and my legs almost drop me to the floor. Strangely, I can feel the heat of the sun shinning through the glass and warming my hard shaft as I rub over it. I tingle and throb with juvenile intensity as I thrill to this beauty. As I move, I am aware of the coldness on the tip of my cock as sticky juice oozes from it, the cool breeze chilling it, making it even more sensuous. Gently I stroke my prick on the glass and suddenly realise something that I have been aware of all the time -- someone is watching me! As soon as I felt the shock of realisation, I remember that I have been aware of the couple on the other side of this lady's veranda since my first brief glance at this beauty, but I had instantly dismissed this realisation from my mind. My mouth drops and my eyes sting as I look directly at the man and woman peering over their glass partition. Instead of two accusing faces, I slowly recognise that they are smiling at me. Jokingly, the attractive woman wags her pointed finger at me while smiling and her man nods in total understanding. I realise after a while that I still have a look of horror on my face so I slowly try to smile back, but my face is almost frozen. The woman has a camera and it looks as if she may have been taking pictures for the last ten minutes or so; maybe for the period that I have been peering over the glass. I wait, determined to run should they call out any abuse to me, but they do not. I remain frozen, my passion subsided now, but they do not make a sound. The woman gestures to me, placing her finger on her lips, urging silence from me. I feel stupid that all I can do is stare back at them. We can't communicate without disturbing the lovely woman in front of us. I simply raise my hand to my face as if I had my camera, gesturing that I want to take pics of her. The couple simply nod back to me. I step away and rush into my hotel room, glad to be away from that scary scene. I grab my expensive camera and fiddle with the settings, putting it into Programmed mode, knowing that I could not concentrate enough on it to use manual. Suddenly, I feel a great fear; a fear of walking back out there and stealing pervy images of this lovely woman, whose privacy I have destroyed. I stand in the shade of the room, enjoying the cool, my face burning with passion and sunstroke. I gaze out of the door and see again the bronze shape still laid on the bed. I step out slowly and timidly gaze over the glass to see if the couple are still there. I am relieved to see them smile at me and urge me to look over, pointing down at the object of our crude game. Through the glass I see the fuzzy shape move on the bed. I gaze as she reaches for her drink, ice cubes chinking on the glass. I make out her shape as she carefully pours chilled water on her flannel before laying back and placing the refreshing cloth over her eyes again. As I step on the chair again, I see that the woman is taking images of our unaware model. As I peer over, I see that the model has allowed her legs to flop over the sides of the bed onto the floor. Now her lovely slit is fully visible, but more to my peering friends than myself. I see the woman as she twists the zoom on her lens, obviously getting as much detail as she can. Beside her, her man kisses her shoulders as he wraps her in his arms, their interest growing in many directions at once. I lift my camera and try to focus on the lady before me. Stupidly and now, utterly embarrassingly, I realise that the lens cap is still on! I feel so stupid; I take it off and I want to throw it away; but I have to carefully place it on the table top, and try not to make a noise. Now I can take a picture for myself. I glance at the couple who smile back, happy to discard the silly mistake. I take a wide shot, so that I can get the couple in the picture. I can only get a small part of the naked lady, but this is fine. The context, with my peering friends opposite, makes this image very special. Now I twist the zoom and close up on the naked form below me. I even get a whiff of the fine sun oil, mixed with a hint of sweat from her. I am closer than the couple so I can get to zoom in so close to this exposed quim. In the bright sun, I can see the tiny black stubs of hair, shaved recently, perhaps for her holiday. I can see also the lovely crinkly shape of her pussy lips, knotted tightly, forming a beautiful gate as it disappears between her thighs, a gate to her tiny hole. I greedily take a series of images of this woman as she lies in the sun for me. Totally unaware, she relaxes and lets us all enjoy her body. I gaze back to my new colleagues in crime, the man now taking images of her, or of me and her; I don't care about this at all. His woman is now rubbing against him, her arms no longer on the partition, maybe she is teasing him in just the way I can imagine! The lady rolls herself now, gently, from side to side, sliding down the bed, sensuously smoothing her back on the thick towel she lies on. Her nipples seem to become harder, almost as if she was excited. I want so much to rub her breasts. My tool starts again to stiffen as the erotic nature of her squirming body casts its spell on my easy mind. As she rocks gently on the bed, her thigh fall open; it seems as if she is giving herself to the sun. I can almost see between her thighs as far as her buttocks. I lift the camera and take better pictures of this strangers intimate flesh. I admire her lips through the lens, the outstanding detail of her sex and see the tight line between each thin piece of flesh. In my lens, magnified, I can clearly see the gap, slightly parted, leading to her hole. It would be so exciting if her lips would just fall apart for us photographers! I pull my camera away and glance at my friends. I can now see more clearly that the woman is caressing her man's tool. I take a few images of them, fuzzy also through the glass, but their passion is very clear. I see her gentle hand tease and stroke his rod as they both gaze at the innocent woman we are all adoring. If only she was aware of the passion she is arousing in her audience! The man grins at his woman as they kiss gently. He looks at me and suddenly urges me, by signaling, to climb over to her, to our toy. I am shocked but without thinking about it I nod in agreement. I signal them to stay with me, place my camera on the table and easily step on the veranda rail, from mine to hers and step down in front of her. I grin at my new friends and they urge me to go closer to the toy on the bed. As I do so, I am thrilled to see her sex so much clearer. I am aware that I will cast a shadow on her so I crouch low as I move closer. I am tempted to touch her as I move up to her thighs. I can't believe this, a few inches from my face is a beautiful female sex, parted as if ready to be used, glistening in the sun, covered with smears of thick sun oil. I stare crudely at the lovely lips that have captivated me; now I can see that they have parted deep between her thighs, but her longer, curly lips remain closed over her clit, protecting it from my greedy eyes. I am thrilled to see a bubble of milky fluid dripping from the slight opening, clearly the reason for her sensuous movements we had just witnessed. I want to get closer so that I may breathe in her sex scent, but fear touching her. I try to lift up my camera, forgetting that it is still on my side of the barrier. No matter, I will make a mess if I am not careful. I stand slowly and walk beside her as she lays sensuously, her arms resting on the pillow with her head, flopping over the top of the bed. I freeze as I make a noise. I think about rushing into her room, but she simply sighs. "I need some more oil honey," she says to the person she thinks she is hearing. I look in horror again at my friends and they nod at me, urging me to go on. Foolishly, unable to respond to my sensible head, I obey their waved commands. Beside me, the oil stands in the sun, on the table. I lift it and stand prepared to be caught out, imagining that I can brush off this attack by pretending it is a bit of fun... Holding the oil above this amazing woman, I squeeze; the oil warm falls on her chest with little reaction from her, but as soon as I move the bottle, the trail of oil becomes more detectable and thrilling me, she simply sighs at the dripping oils, now on her nipples, running many tiny rivers down her skin. Bravely now, I let the trickling oil run down her body as she squirms for us on the bed. I grin at my friends and thrill as the woman signals crudely that I should rub her her breasts. I feel on top of the entire Universe as I reach down to these lovely, small globes and start to rub them as if I were her man -- or girlfriend! I stand to the side of her hanging hands, tempted to place my aching cock in them, but sensibly avoiding anything that might spoil this moment. As my hands touch the woman, I glance at the couple who have stopped their game to watch. I bravely cup the female flesh of her delightful breasts and scoop the soft globes together, watching as her nipples move closer. As the woman sighs, I rub her tips with my thumbs, thrilled and frustrated when her breasts slip through my oily hands. I glance at my friends and see that the man has moved a chair close to the barrier, maybe to stand on, but it suddenly occurs to me that they might be planning on joining us also! My head is in a mess, as I see the man climb over the barrier to join us, his woman urging him on, holding his arm as if he might slip over the side of the hotel. In my head, I fear that this will be too much for our slave-toy, but beneath me she simply sighs sensually. I forget them for a few moments as I concentrate on this lovely female form, my only reason for risking this irresistible form of abuse. Two beautiful tits fill my hands as I push the flesh into a pile on top of her chest, my grip totally unable to keep them together as she is so oily. The sun shines on her oily skin making every tiny detail appear clear and in sharp contrast. The shape of her nipples is also clear to my eyes, as are tiny hairs in her belly, all clearly exposed by the sun and oil. Suddenly, the couple stand close to us. He is tall and well built, muscular and well toned for a man in his forties and his woman, shorter but also healthy looking, maybe a few years younger; dressed in swimming gear they look good. The man came to me and raised a fist in a friendly gesture; I raise mine and we touch knuckles as if we were old friends. Formalities over, he gazed with interest at the woman's exposed slit. I gazed at his face as he greedily took in her female form. His eyes flit over her body, always returning to her hole, the beautiful shape capturing all eyes. As he did this, his woman nodded to me and pointed to the toy's eyes, gesturing that she thinks she can see under the flannel, still covering her eyes! "Of course!" The thought thrills my head - she can see us! Suddenly, I realise that she was probably able to glance under the cloth as I was taking pictures of her. Also, it is clear that she was able to watch the couple as they too, peered at her display. I realise that the couple were gazing at her before I discovered her naked body! I nod knowingly at the woman; we pretend to keep up the act, not wishing to spoil it should our toy realise that we know she is playing. I continue to run my adoring hands over the soft, sensuous flesh; the toy rubs herself in turn into the sunbed, the thick towel under her body making her pose even more erotic. The man now reaches out for the bottle of oil, still in my hand. I pour more in my palm and pass it to him. Crudely, he allows the golden oil to drip down her belly, smiling at his woman as he watches her eyes, glued to the sexy, spread shape. As the dripping oil falls on her slit, the man and woman grin at each other, no doubt seeing the oil trickle between her lips and into her womanly hole. Suddenly, he touches her belly. If the woman is correct about her hint to me, then our toy is able to see him clearly, looking down her body, under the flannel where it is lifted from her cheeks by her nose. The thought that this beauty is playing our game like this thrills me so much that I suddenly have a yearning to kiss her deep, sincerely and affectionately. I try to imagine what she might be thinking to see a complete stranger staring openly at her sex. I look to see if she feels the urge to cover herself by closing her thighs, but she simply relaxes and snuggles into the thick, soft towel under her body. The idea that she is a willing party to this abuse gives me the most tantalising thrill; all three of us have invaded her privacy and now we are actually touching her, teasing her body and staring at her amazing slit crudely and greedily. I let out a gentle, deliberate sigh; my hands running down her belly picking up more oil. Beneath me, our toy rolls her body sexily, still pretending to be alone with her real partner. My thighs touch her hands, both together above her head, resting in the air above the metal frame of the sunbed. I have the most simple and obvious idea. I stand and remove my Bermuda shorts, trampling them under my feet. My cock, half hard now, hangs in the air above her hands. As I lean forward again to rub her breasts, the tip of my cock glances over her fingers. Thrilling me, she allows her palms to open and my cock-head nestles into them. As if in a sleepy state, her fingers wrap my cock and gently tease me. Clear goo oozes from my little slit spreading in her palm adding to the sensual aspect of the game. The other woman smiles at me as she watches the slut between us innocently grip my prick as if she were in a daze, enjoying the sun. I grin back to her as she nod knowingly and steps closer to her man. Crudely, knowing that the slave-toy is watching, she tugs at his costume and pushes it over his waist. As the tight waistband is lowered, the woman reaches into it and lifts out an enormous cock. Letting it go, the rod flops down heavily, the man's balls still gripped in the material. Slowly, as if to tease, she nudges the costume lower slowly exposing her man's equipment. Suddenly, the costume falls; the woman reaches behind her man and places her fingers between his thighs, to cup his balls and squeeze them into his groin. Our toy, tries to maintain her game, but her breathing stops as a sharp gasp escapes her lips. I am amazed by the long rod that flops in the air above her oily and vulnerable form. Her fingers flit over my cock, but I wonder what she feels inside at what she is seeing. The man's partner teases his balls until her fingers reach forward and squeezes his shaft. Putting on a deliberate display of lust, the woman lifts the heavy shaft in the air from beneath, squeezing the spongy flesh as if testing it for firmness. For the first time, our sex toy gives a sign about her condition, when her thighs tighten, as if trying to squeeze together. Her feet are still on the floor, so it is not possible to close her legs without spoiling the game. Julie in the Sun The man slips his fingers lower now, and with all of us watching, he caresses her slit with his oiled fingers. Beneath me the toy turns her face slightly as thrills shoot into her belly. The clever fingers tease her lips and gently part them as he and his woman gaze at her most intimate flesh. She whispers to her man as she squeezes his growing cock. The slave's hips shudder in irresistible response to his clever touch. The woman smiles at me, my cock still being teased by the slut's hands as she thrill under this most intimate attack. The woman whispers to her man and he pushes out his hips, standing now; Assisting his woman, he rubs residue oil over the swollen tip of his rod. Moving behind her man, the sexy woman reaches around him and grips his shaft with both hands, snuggling her body into his back. Growing more and more, the huge cock thickens and straightens obediently. I am shattered by the mass of this rod, but I wonder if our toy is thrilling or is horrified at what she sees. As crude as possible, the woman slowly runs her hands along the shaft, making it twitch and throb with delight. As this happens, it seems that the toy mirrors the action by squeezing and stroking my own cock, now solid and ready to burst spunk all over her face and tits. As I watch, the woman whispers again at her man and he suddenly straddles the toy and her sunbed, his knees clamping the slave's legs against the side of the bed. He leans forward as his partner slowly rubs the impressive tool over the oily belly of our toy. The woman sighs softly as she tries harder to hide her desire and passion. Slowly, the man's partner strokes the toy's belly with her man's length as she squeezed the magnificent tool, confident that the toy can see the action clearly. The man can't help his hips, which jerk forwards with his passion, thrilling him. His partner moves around him now and presses her hand on his cock, crushing it into the toy's belly. I let out a sigh, so powerful is this vision for me. The hands gripping my shaft squeeze me not deliberately, but automatically, naturally and passionately. I feel my balls tingle at the touch as her hands speak the language of desire. Her body slithers on the sunbed sensuously as we all enjoy her offering. Suddenly, unable to feel it coming, I allow my cock explode over this lovely woman. She is aware of my prick jerking in her hand but she can't see my mess shooting through her fingers. The couple gaze at me as I gasp out my passion; my back bending forward as I try to keep my legs straight. Splashes of spunk hit the floor loudly as it oozes through her fingers. The couple smile at me, the woman's eyes losing focus as she enjoys the sight of my helpless state in my climax. She guides her man back a little, whispering instructions to him. He clumsily steps back while his woman guides his cock down the slave's belly. Suddenly, the toy is exposed to this huge, monster cock. I gaze, still thrilled at our game as I rest my weight on the sides of the sunbed, gasping and moaning, no longer trying to hide my presence from the woman we are abusing. The short woman guides her man's cock between the slave's thighs, the shape of his hard flesh clear through his stretched skin, veins swell along the length, feeding this cock with power and passion. Teasing the slut on the bed, the woman rubs her slit with the huge helmet, clearly a large and cumbersome length of meat. Under my hovering body, the slave moves her head, clearly so that she may look at the rod that threatens her. I expect her to panic and pull away from us. After all, she has not consented to any of this, and it could become rape! I can't do anything for the woman anyway as all I want to see is this beautiful, if frightening tool fill her belly. Urged on by his partner, the man slides up the torso beneath him, his cock nudging at her hole, a little pressure clearly deforming her lovely slit. As we stare, the cock bends in the middle as the woman encourages her man to push at the tight boundary. I can see clearly, the flesh open as the oily cock-head nudges into her. The woman allows her thighs to fall open as the rod takes her, slowly and gently, yet stretching her in ways never experienced by her before. Suddenly, the shaft straightens as the cock enters the slave's body, the resistance fails and the hard meat slams deep inside her. Unable to pretend any longer, the slut gasps and moans loudly as her body thrills with delight at the new sensations in her sex. The other woman gazes in awe at the shaved slit as it is stretched wide by her man's ample tool. He nudges more into the toy and suddenly, her hands slip from my cock and race down her belly as she reaches for this amazing man. She shakes her head and flings the flannel from her eyes openly staring at the length of his shaft already filling her hole. She lifts her head, totally ignoring the faces smiling at her only to gaze at the beauty of this hard shaft filling her. Crudely, she lifts her head higher; I stand behind her, also straddling the sunbed and allow her to rest on my thighs. She relaxes her head, which rests on my cock, softer now, but still tingling with pleasure. We both share the view from similar positions and we watch as the man and his partner feed this huge cock into her belly. The toy gasps each time they push into her, yet each time, more of the cock fills her. I gaze in awe as I see the shape of the cock through her belly, each nudge forward making a swell in her waist, visible through her soft, slim skin. I grin as I see the woman gazing at the sight of her man's prick filling this randy little cock-slut, but giving her more cock than she has ever tried before. All pretence gone now, the slave pulls at her knees to lift her legs in the air, Balancing on her buttocks only, still resting against my thighs, she stares in admiration and lust at the rod that fills her. I want to join again, so I reach under her arms and lift both of her lovely tits squeezing them hard, feeling the hard nipples in my palm. Suddenly, the sex-toy speaks, no she shouts. "Oh for fucks sake!" She mumbles through her teeth, saliva spurting as she struggles to control herself. Her whole body is slippery with sweat and oil and suddenly, she falls back, through my own legs onto the bed again. "Roll over darling!" The other woman says, ordering. I move away from her. The slave obeys as she should and struggles to turn onto her belly, but as she does so, the man lifts her hips. Understanding, the woman obeys the prompts and raises her hips in the air. Again, I stand over the bed and get closer to the action, intent on watching this huge cock tear her open. As I move closer, my hanging, dripping cock nudges against her back, her face on the towel beneath me. I hold her hips as the woman and man manipulate the sex-slut preparing her for a major fucking. I hear her gasp beneath me now, totally ours, a toy to play with, to posses, to open and to do with what we liked. I change my grip, tugging at her buttocks. The flesh opens and we all gazed at her oiled and well defined ass. In this position, her buttocks fell apart and her tiny little ass is exposed and vulnerable. Maybe the slave is aware of her exposed position and is worried, maybe she is neither. But what matters to me is that I can see her most intimate detail as well as the huge meaty rod that is working into her. The man and I stare with interest and desire as his tool slips slowly into her tiny, cared for clean shaven hole. The other woman moves from us and tends to the slave, moving to her head. I look at her expecting her to be caring and affectionate, but she reaches under the toy and grips her tits cruelly. "Well slut! It looks as if you are going to be knocked off your posh and elegant pedestal. I bet you never knew that such a big cock could fit in your lady-like twat!" She did not wait for a response, simply enjoying the crudities as she made them up. The slave simply moaned at the verbal abuse, still too preoccupied by the agony and pleasure of her man's prick as it filled her. The man's partner reached under the toy's body and cruelly thrilled her by squeezing her tits hard. The pain, like that in her quim slowly turned into pleasure, the most wonderful ache spreading through her body from the areas that have been most abused. The slave gasps in the most sensuous ways as she is cruelly treated by us all. The man is determined to fill her with his cock and fuck her into a fantasy world; the woman is determined to make her pay for it by cruelly hurting her body; I want to see her slit as she orgasms, unable to resist the clever pounding from this guys weapon. And the slave wants whatever she is given! I stare now, almost from above her, the terrible tool that stretches her womanly flesh. Unable to control her ass, the huge cock distorts her hole, making it fall open slightly. The huge cock stretched her slit so wide that the skin looks pale and shiny in the sun. The man now starts to use strokes to gain access to the slaves slit. As he withdraws his tool, we both gaze at it, a thick line of oil and fanny juice mark the depth he has penetrated into her hole. I look at him and he smiles while winking at me. Together, we both gaze at the woman beneath us as he pulls on her hips so that he may enter her tiny hole. As he pushes, so the slave groans. I feel her upper body collapse into the bed and under her, the other woman's hands squeeze both of the slave's crushed tits. With so many erotic sensations, all the toy can do is sigh and moan in pleasure. I suddenly realise that I am rolling my own hips, my cock rubbing against the toy's back, getting hard again, fed by the crude passion that fills my eager eyes. The slave's hips suddenly shudder as he squeezes more of his tool into her greedy hole. I look in deep respect at the amount she has already consumed, but there is no way that she can take much more, yet he still pushes into her. I feel her rub against me as she tries to move from his thrust, stretched to the limit, but it seems as if he knows her body better than she does. My cock throbbing again, nudging into her back, I gaze at her sex as she is fucked. Her ass hole flexes in confusion as it is pressed into a funny shape, falling open and twitching closed again, bubbling with juices from her sex. I want to touch her, even fill her ass with my filthy cock, but I too am transfixed by the action I see. I watch as the man releases her hips and does what I should have done, slipping a crude finger easily into her ass. I am sure that this must be painful, yet as his middle digit enters her in one go, she pushes at him. As his finger began teasing her hole, so he slowly, but firmly filled her slit with cock. I would have sworn that no more could enter this lady's hole, yet in one or two clever strokes, he buried his cock inside her. Gripping her hip, with one hand, he pulled her onto him, his finger still making her head dizzy with lust, slipping around in her greedy ass. The woman under me gasps in a succession of tiny squealing breaths, desperate to cum yet unable to with so much happening to her. I lean forward and try to kiss her beautiful buttocks. Shocking me now, the man removes his finger and fills my mouth with it. It tastes of oil, not unpleasant, so I suck it quickly before he removes it. As soon as he does this, I attack the slave's ass with my tongue. Now the man starts to stroke her. Inches from my eyes, too close to focus, he starts to fuck her. My tongue slips easily, deep into her ass; she unable to protest or resist. As he pulls out of her, I breathe in the full scent of her sex and lust juices. The beautiful, erotic aroma fills my head with its muskiness, making me greedier for her. I want to fuck her too, but this cock is too good to waste, so I rub my tingling cock on her back, my tongue deep in her most intimate part. I am aware that beneath us she might be struggling to break free, but I can't stop this attack. I just want to take everything I can from her and enjoy all she has. The long rod that thrills her now, slides close to my nose, moving so deep in her hole that each stroke forces the air from her lungs, making her gasp endlessly. Suddenly, the toy rises, her arms are almost straight and she gains intense strength, her climax very close. I straighten my legs, giving her room and she is now on all fours. I glance down and see her face to face with the other woman, not at all interested in her, yet desperate for affection, she kisses her lips. The other woman is attracted to her hanging tits, yet allows the slave to kiss her. It's as if she knows the passion she feels. They both gasp, taking in each others breath as they kiss passionately, while the other woman slaps the hanging tits in front of her. Her tits also swing as the long stroke of the man increase in speed. I sense her body stiffen as she heads for her reward. Her arched back crushes my balls into my groin as she jerks beneath me. I feel my own climax returning, as my head enjoys the sexual ambience. In front of me, the woman's body orgasms, entirely, totally, in full; her body shakes and spasms as it explodes into a climax never before felt. She lets out long, stuttering gasps as she moans, struggling to breath. He back stiffens until it is solid, most of my weight on my balls and on her back. She struggles to keep her body in motion with the man, but can't coordinate herself, slamming uncoordinated into his pelvis. His cock fills her belly, but stretches her lips so wide that they become pale; his balls slam against her belly and rub teasingly over her clit. "OH FUCK!" The toy squealed as she came for us; we all to watch, each of us enjoying the spectacle and the thrill of her pleasure. On her back, my balls send thrills into my belly and I too joined her on her quest for release. My second climax came with an intense agony, so close to the previous, yet it arrived with very little stimulation apart from the passion and desire that fills my mind. I can't even see the mess that I make on her back but the sensation burned an impression in my head, to remember for ever. Ignoring me, her back bent up as she pushed onto the man's prick. She suddenly stopped and concentrated on the sensations that flitted through her body as it climaxed, sending millions of thrills into her nerves and her brain. As she shuddered like this, I sensed that the man was close too, and suddenly, he groaned, slamming into her in tiny but sharp stabs as his balls released a torrent of spunk. My head, so close to them is able to witness this erotic display freely. Her strong muscles grip the cock in her hole and squeezes out each drop of his mess, sucking it into her womb greedily. I glimpse her hands now, reaching under her own body up to the hanging balls that fill her with their gift of love. She crudely, yet in a feminine manner squeezes them affectionately. He groans with the overall intensity of this woman's passionate fuck as, like her, he tries to control his fucking movements. I watch as he pulls his prick from her and flops it crudely on her buttocks, spunk dribbling and squirting in turn, onto her back, close to my cock and my own tribute. I don't care where it lands, it is a powerful vision. He now grips the rod and feeds it back into her; her hands grip it as soon as she can. Both hands now smooth over the impressive tool and feeds it all back inside her again. Softer now, the shaft slips easily into her, this time far more pleasant and painless. I gaze with jealous awe as the huge beasts slips into her, sending intense thrills into her body. The whole of her groin is now covered in wet, sticky mess from their bodies, the juices actually forming a milky trace in the oily medium in which it floats. Crude, the bendy, but thrilling tool slips in and out of the slave as we two guys enjoy the spectacle; a finale humiliation of our slave-fuck-toy as we use her body again, she not able to refuse us. Beside us, the man's partner joins him again and wraps him in her arms, as if proud of him and what he did to this poor woman. I realise suddenly that I have not yet had a fuck, yet I have never had such an erotic and passionate time before. I have a feeling that this is not yet over, so I feel relaxed and prepared to wait, knowing that when it happens, it will be a tremendous and satisfying event. As my feet land again on the floor, the slave collapses back into the sunbed, the man lets his cock slip from her and I gaze at the woman again, now lying on her back. I step to the side of the woman and admire her shapely ass, my eyes teasing me as I gaze at the pile of sticky mess still on her back, forming a pool. She has a beautiful shape whichever way we look at her and I am thrilled that she allowed us to sample her affectionate nature. As I look at the gasping and resting female form, I realise that I need my camera, this is a vision I should not ignore.