7 comments/ 48649 views/ 8 favorites Tropical Tutor By: writerjab Friends in fine places definitely could make a young man's life suddenly rich and exotic. John, who decided to take a break after completing his bachelor's degree, was bound for a jet-setter, five-star tropical paradise. And, while many rich people would be passing through, John was there to work and perhaps discover a few things about what the fine life was all about. With plans to pursue his master's in financial law, he reasoned one day he may return to this sensuous lagoon and let others haul his bags. Having graduated high school ahead of schedule at age 16, and his BS in economics, John was still a fresh faced "teenager" at age 19. For all his intelligence and maturity though, John lacked in one area. His parents instilled in him the intent to "save himself" for the right young lady. His mom, Hope, said once he completed law school and joined a firm, women would line up to compete for his affections, and he certainly wouldn't want to waste himself on the wrong woman. His dad, John Sr., who was partially to thank for this Caribbean sojourn advised him before he caught his flight to Miami, "John, the right one might visit your resort ... and she might not be someone you'll ever marry. She might be the one you remember fondly when you get to be my age." So, although he was sexually naive, that conversation caused quite a stirring inside. As his travels progressed, he found himself fantasizing about the flight attendant, other passengers, even women who worked at restaurants in the airport. With those thoughts, his cock spent most of the day stiff and needful of attention. To hide his thoughts, and more importantly the physical reaction, he'd stuff a hand in the pocket of his cargo shorts to diminish the otherwise obvious lump that twitched there. Had the opportunity arose, as his dick had, most young men would have taken the first private moment to masturbate. John, however, had a disciplined and focused mind. After all, not just anyone can complete a college degree by the time most high school graduates are finally getting to their higher education. One passenger certainly caught his eye, a blonde woman who looked to be in her late 20s, golden brown skin that contrasted nicely with her lustrous mane of thick silky hair and entrancing aquamarine eyes. Though he was no expert on female anatomy, he figured she had to be a 36D-23-34. Whatever her measurements though, she was a dream package. John stole glances her way noting the length of her legs and a bountiful rack. He noticed a couple times her loose blouse would open revealing the deep valley between two luscious breasts. Once the blonde got up, presumably to use the restroom, and John was treated to the shapeliest ass he'd ever laid eyes on. This fox was truly a work of art, but there was one problem. While he peeked now and then, and could readily conjure up thoughts of what he would do to her, those images were vague and rather unspecific. He was embarrassed to admit she scared him, because he wouldn't know the first thing to say or do to get her attention, let alone get in her panties. Was she the one? For her part, Macy was headed to the Coral Bay Golf and Tennis Resort to take a much needed break from work in the Big Apple. She was looking forward to joining her husband, Peter, a successful real estate developer, who left a few days earlier to play a little golf with some business associates. The couple normally took some time in early spring to get away from the still gloomy New York weather. Although her mind was already settling in to the white sandy beaches and soaking up the sun, she became aware of the sexy young man whom she noticed kept looking at her in that lustful way inexperienced young men so often did. Must be around 20, maybe younger. Jet black hair that made his green eyes almost appear on-fire; she also noted his white-toothed smile and strong jawline. At what she guessed about 6'1" and 190 pounds he was solid, tasty piece of masculine meat. She realized this hot stud represented one of her hottest fantasies: to seduce and fuck a young man, perhaps even be his first and last sex tutor. Probably his last, she reasoned feeling confident in her experience and abilities between the sheets. These thoughts caused her tongue to glide over her lips as she dreamed of licking his ruddy helmet then sucking his cock into her throat. He looked like someone who was going somewhere in life, and if she wasn't married, she'd be intrigued to find out where. They never actually talked on the flight or made introductions, but later at the baggage claim area, John helped her get her large suitcase off the conveyor. She gave him a sweet smile and thanked him for being a gentleman. But that was all and soon she was off to the resort, unaware that the young man was headed there too in one of the nondescript vans that picked up resort employees. The driver dropped Macy off in front of the bungalow she and her husband would reside in for the next 14 days. No sooner had she opened the door than Peter wrapped his arms around her and ravished his sexy wife. "Welcome to Jamaica babe, I hope you brought something tasty for me, because I've missed you," he said, with a sudden overwhelming desire to fuck his wife silly. Macy squealed in delight, reaching up to kiss him and give herself to his pawing hands. The first day they toured the island and hit some of the popular tourist areas. Both clearly would have been fine staying in the room and having sex, but Macy did want to see a bit of the island, and if she were to fulfill her fantasy and fuck some young man, that might be the only thing she would do for the rest of her stay ... well, except she might share him with Peter. The two believed they had the best marriage in that they didn't hide anything from each other, their personalities complemented one another and of course, the sex was great. And, they didn't keep that sex in-house, as neither was forbidden from satiating his or her lusts with another person when the opportunity arose. Peter had already seduced a lovely German cleaning lady, and when Macy arrived, they took turns bringing Karin to orgasm whenever she stopped by to clean their unit. Karin laughed and said it was the best tip she ever got. Born with a nature to flaunt her beauty, maturity turned this into a desire to show off her considerable sexual charms, including her 36DD tits (John was close, but not quite on the mark!). For someone who already craved sex, Macy's libido escalated still further when Peter showed her the swimsuits he bought for her to wear. He made sure she complied taking her already skimpy bikinis and slicing them into ribbons as soon as she unpacked. Even Macy was a bit hesitant to wear one of the micro-kinis down to the beach that morning, but Peter stroked her ego and reminded her the people they would meet were strangers and they likely would never see them again. Staring at the wispy suits her mind began to imagine strutting across the beach showing other women what a voluptuous body she had while driving all the men crazy. The thong included a mere string that disappeared up the crack of her ass and a narrow panel just broad enough to cover her already moist cleft. The top offered little more with only two tiny panels that barely covered her now erect and very sensitive nipples. Suddenly Macy didn't want to go show off to the world, her hand began to massage her husband's cock as she suggested he fuck her senseless in the sexiest voice. If it wasn't for his resolve to parade her around on the beach, and also to stroke his own ego when men realized she was his fuck toy ... if it wasn't for that he would have gladly eased the burning in his groin and shoved his cock deep in her hot, tight box. But, Peter had other ideas. There would be a time and place to fuck his wife, but it wasn't indoors ... The couple walked about a quarter mile to where a beach was laid out with nearly every imaginable adult toy to entertain the wealthy guests. An emerald green putting green half surrounded by white sand bunkers nudged the edge of the beach enclave. A foursome of men on the green all missed their putts as Macy pranced past in a pair of colorful high heels that only added to the lascivious thoughts each envisioned visiting upon this slutty looking woman. Golf diminished in importance and none seemed to mind at all. In fact, after she'd disappeared from view it took the group behind them yelling at them to clear the green to remind them they were playing golf. Palm trees dotted the beach area providing some shade while out on the brilliant white sand lay about 25-30 people bronzing and soaking in the Vitamin D. Strolling past the volleyball court, Macy made quite an impression on the young men lusting for her body. She took the opportune moment to bend over, nearly double and pull off her high heels. Peter joined the men around the court who all blatantly locked eyes on that upturned ass as seven sets of eyes imagined fucking her doggy style. Peter clearly beamed with pride that his stunning bride garnered so much attention from men 10-15 years younger than her. Most of the players worked at the resort, but being a Monday, it was their day off and so it was a day to scope out the babes, catch some rays and party. They all looked to be having a good time and certainly got a full look at Macy's succulent ass as she walked into the fine white sand. Peter just laughed to himself as he thought, "Oh yeah boys, go ahead and look, but don't forget whose big cock she's going to be dancing on tonight." Shortly after they passed, John was so mesmerized by the sexy blonde that one of the opposing players spiked a ball striking him on the back of his head and planting John on the sand. Bruised ego in tow, John excused himself from the game, got something cold to drink and plopped into a beach chair to sort out the cobwebs. Surveying the beach, his eyes alighted on many svelte, sexy women: a dark haired tall one with pert tits and long, shapely legs; a black woman with curly hair and an hour-glass body sporting a meaty ass and pendulous breasts; and a deeply tanned redhead who ... Oh my! She was topless! Just as quickly John realized there were other women showing off their beautiful tits. As he looked further to the right, a couple moved their chairs into the shade of a palm cluster and sat only 10 yards for him. She wore string thong that left her ass totally exposed, and the small top just covered the nipples on her full breasts. She looked vaguely familiar, but then John realized she was the same hot blonde who was on his flight a couple days ago! He kept shooting glances as the couple spoke to each other. The man seemed to be encouraging her and trying to psyche her up, while the lady hesitated. Finally, she loosed a carefree laugh and reached behind to her back. John wished he was the man seated beside her, because he saw her pull the string and release the bow that held her top in place. Two engorged nipples atop her luscious 36DD breasts stood forth, as if proudly proclaiming, "Look at my awesome tits!" Macy turned to recline in her beach chair and John thanked his lucky stars for taking that spike off his noggin then choosing to sit where he was. Naturally, he couldn't help but stare at her firm breasts. His mind entertained thoughts of licking and kissing his way all over those beautiful orbs and fastening onto her firm, delicious nipples. John's cock was stiff now with need, and he felt that burning sensation that he learned was called blue balls. Friends said getting laid was the only cure, though up till now he had managed to discipline himself against seeking a quick fuck. Now though, he had to get some, somehow and soon! "Hey Babe, how about walking up to the cabana to get us a couple margaritas," said Peter. Macy said OK and reached for her top, but Peter held onto it and told her she would be fine. "Besides you look so sexy I bet every man and woman wants to do you as soon as they see you." She giggled at the thought of it and felt her pussy flood with arousal. As she got up and stretched, careful to take her time and give her husband an eyeful. "I'll be right back," she said, and felt a shiver race down her spine as she exulted in the gentle breezes caressing her exposed tits. They were free to whatever the weather produced ... and more importantly to the eyes of everyone else on the beach. She only took a few steps when she found herself in front of the young man from the flight. Reduced to the baggy shorts and a bare, tan chest, he looked even more delicious as her mind considered what an experienced woman such as herself could do with such a young hunk. Who knows how experienced he was, for all she knew he might appreciate a few pointers. Looking down at her breasts she saw two pointers that would definitely gain his appreciation. And, she fell to musing of the possibilities of a teacher-pupil relationship. "Mmmm! I'd love to acquaint him with female sexual response and all the special places a woman needs a man's attention," she whispered to herself. All that in a split second and as she turned to look at where she was going she smiled at him and winked. Judging by the shocked look on his face and the way his jaw hung slack, she knew he got the message. John's mind played back the heavenly vision that just passed before his eyes. Breasts swaying, hips alternately giving him a peak at her thong covered pussy, then in the next stride, hidden by a golden brown thigh. Older yes, she had him by a few years, but she definitely looked to be in her prime. Then she glanced at him, smiled and winked; he was sure his heart skipped a beat. If blood wasn't filling that chamber, it was certainly filling his cock as he felt the largest, stiffest erection he'd ever had. As she continued on toward the bar, John's attention was locked onto the sway of her sexy backside. Oh! What an ass! He was mesmerized by its rhythm as it swung from side to side. Definitely an ass, not what some of the guys called a butt. This one was nicely rounded, yet firm and well defined -- he imagined holding those sexy cheeks in his hands as his face pressed between her thighs and began nuzzling underneath that skimpy panel of fabric. Surely the treasure it guarded was special and something ... a man could ... "She's fuckin' hot isn't she?" Peter said as he handed John a beer. "Hey, I don't have much time, Macy will be coming back with drinks before too long. FYI to you: Macy wants to fuck a young man, and teach him about sex and making love to a woman. I'd think you probably have as good a chance as anyone, but let her pursue you. That's the key, don't let on you know what's happening, let her go for the seduction. I guarantee you it will be worth the wait. She'll let me know in time, but I don't want to spoil it for either of you. In fact, I want you to know it's cool with me as long as I get to watch you fuck her. Shit, I might even be your wingman and tag-team her if you want to go three-way at some point. OK, I got to get back, nice meeting you ... by the way, I'm Peter." John didn't even have time to reply, and he wasn't even sure he could have uttered anything intelligible. Suddenly it appeared as if every young man's sexual fantasy was about to come true for him. Macy felt as if she was reborn and becoming more aware of her sexuality and hunger as she eyed and smiled at the gorgeous male and female bodies that seemed to carpet this portion of the beach. She had her sunglasses on, both to protect her pale blue eyes, while also giving her some privacy to ogle the succulent flesh she passed. Walking up to the bar, she was delighted to see a bartender practically ignore other patrons in his haste to wait on (leer at?) her. Like John, he was a young man and looked quite sexy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, probably about 6' 5" and a body that showed he knew what the weight room was for. She played up to his interest, not that she was really all that interested herself, but hey, if she could save a few bucks on drinks ... why not? She noticed a few other topless women there, some with perky tits, some slightly sagging, most bronzed from being at the resort for a while. She basked in the realization that none were blessed to the extent she was. And, no doctor augmented her resources, these honeys were all natural. Perhaps in time Mother Nature would need a bit of a lift, but for now her tits jutted out in all their firm glory. She was even pleased with the still distinct tan lines though those would disappear completely in the coming days. She was resolute that whenever possible she would show off her tits and relish the continuous surge of arousal that made a beeline to her clitoris. "Here's your drinks, there's a special today ... uhm ...," said Chuck, the Adonis bartender. "Macy, sweetie," she replied with a wink. "What's the special?" "Well, you are, and these are on the house," he croaked, lust obviously building within. She gave him her sweetest smile and said she intended to see more of him and let her eyes wander down to his crotch. She really had no intention of fucking him, but he didn't have to know that. As she turned to go, she noticed the drinks cost $7 apiece. She returned the favor and tipped him $5, "consider that a down payment." She tilted her head to the side a bit in a way that drove men crazy, smiled and gave him the eye as she turned to walk back. Passing by John the second time she looked directly into his eyes and giggled a little. "You'd best get you something cool to drink young man, you look as if you're about to overheat." John couldn't argue with that, "must be the scenery ... does it to me every time..." She just laughed and winked again before continuing on to her husband. John heard a few words pass between them, nothing distinct, but it seemed Peter needed some relief from watching his wife parade by a bunch of hot young studs. Soon the talking stopped and the two became more engrossed in each other kissing and fondling each others' bodies. "Oh Peter, I want you inside of me, please baby," Macy whispered out, her eyes glazing over with desire to be stuffed full of cock. Peter looked around but didn't see anything that offered any seclusion. It was one thing to watch her walk around nearly naked, but he didn't want to push their luck that fucking in a public place would get them thrown off the resort property. So, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the surf. His cock felt so wonderfully stiff as he ran into the water, the warmth of which served as a prelude the the steamy cunt he would soon feel sliding over his prick. John watched as Peter and Macy hopped and skipped over the small waves, her ass looking so arousing as together they splashed into the foamy ocean striding purposely to deeper water then ending in an embrace. Passion took a hold of them as the waist deep water hid Peter's hand pulling the wispy material away from Macy's cunt. Up on the beach, John couldn't be sure but ... no he thought not right there in front of him ... the thought had him aroused. The thought was confirmed when Macy impaled herself on Peter's rod and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Fuck me hard Peter, c'mon plow that piece of steel inside my steamy core!" she implored him. Macy loved how good Peter's cock felt sliding into her hot box. With the ocean partially supporting her weight, they established a good rhythm. He looked out to sea so Macy could face the beach, Peter was hoping John was watching and wondered if Macy had made eye contact. Yes, John was watching, and doing so was boiling his blood! John felt a sudden urge to masturbate unlike any other time in his life, and yet, here he was in this public place where the last thing he was able to do is get his rocks off. He could just imagine being called into his supervisor's office and told he was fired after only a couple days on the job. So instead he intently watched the couple fucking in the ocean then noticed Peter turn slightly so Macy was looking over his shoulder -- and right into his eyes! Tropical Tutor Ch. 02 Arriving at the beach a little after 8 a.m., John went over last minute checks on the boat he and Macy would sail in together. Teaching sailing lessons was second nature for the young man having grown up in a family that regularly sailed the Great Lakes. John knew his way around boats and easily got certified in his first couple days at the resort and soon he would share that experience with a woman who surpassed his wildest fantasies. Rob, his supervisor, was there too to help him get the boat ready and "just make sure they got off without a hitch." John may have been a virgin when it came to sex, but he knew Rob was only there because he was at the volleyball game and saw John and Macy together later that afternoon. "I don't know how you did it, newbie, but you may have just scored the finest pussy this resort will see all summer," said the tall, black Jamaican with blue eyes and pearly white teeth. Rob worked part-time at the resort at studied mathematics at the nearby University of the West Indies. "Since I am your supervisor when it comes to matters of this sailing rig, if there's something you can satisfy her with, just let me know I'd be glad to help." John just laughed as he stowed the survival box that included a first aid kit, a flare gun, bottled water, high-energy food and some other accessories for the half-day outing. Because they would sail to a tiny uninhabited island the resort leased, they didn't need a lot of food since outfitters had already dropped off supplies to a well stocked cantina they would visit sometime around noon. Rob reminded him for the thousandth time that his cell phone would probably work if they got in trouble and to just wait until he arrived to "take over" he said with a booming laugh. John of course realized he was to some degree expendable, but a resort couldn't afford to lose a paying customer. The damage to its reputation could doom the resort in a very competitive industry. Together they pushed the Rhodes 19 sailboat down to the water, just as Macy arrived a few minutes after 9 a.m. "Hi boys, hope I'm not late," she said with a big smile on her face. Her blonde hair, which fell to the tops of her gorgeous 36DD breasts, flew freely in the light breeze. Those beautiful locks framed luminescent blue eyes and a very arousing smile. Both men took their time surveying this delectable piece of female flesh: 36DD-23-34. Of course a great rack, but then a tiny waist and just enough ass to dream of doing her doggy style. Well, at least Rob had that dream, John wasn't aware of that position ... Yet. She was "dressed," if you called it that, in one of her barely there thongs and a big white T-shirt. She said the T-shirt would keep her warm as it might be a little chilly out away from land, though the air temperature was near 75, only a few degrees from the overnight low of 70. It would later get up into the mid-80s, under an cloudless sky. Warm air and warm water promised a beautiful day of sailing. Rob greeted her, and a bit to John's annoyance seemed to linger in the hug he gave Macy a bit too long. "Who's your sexy friend John? Too bad this is a private cruise," making no effort at all to conceal her interest in the tall black man. To his credit Rob laughed, checked his watch then claimed he was late for a meeting. The things I do for this kid, he thought. Already his massive cock was nearly full erection just from the teasing Macy threw at it. With Rob gone, the two returned their attention to the boat. John inserted the rudder and soon they were skimming out into the brilliant greenish blue water. Macy told John she passed the sailing school there before, had her certification card, but just thought it would be best to go with a strong man who could control the boat better in case she got distracted. "Besides, I may have to work on my tan at some point, and the last thing I want to do is pay attention to steering," she added. "But first, I'm a bit superstitious and don't want to see you lead this expedition without a kiss good luck." She brazenly took the lead and leaning into him kissed that sexy mouth of his a second time. She even did a little exploration with her tongue giving John his first lesson on pleasing a woman. When John finally made it back to reality, about a minute later, he pointed out some safety issues and reminded her to be careful when the boom swung as it could easily knock either of them into the water. "If that happens, I'm going to have to insist you put on a life jacket," he said, hoping that wouldn't happen and obstruct his view of her body. But just now he was more interested in maneuvering for another kiss. They made good time as the boat handled well. Gradually the sea darkened in color as they cruised out into deeper water, perhaps 35 feet deep. John told her they would head to a small uninhabited island the resort leased from the Jamaican government. The island had a small bar and grill where guests could buy lunch or dinner, but the rest of the island consisted of the romantic Caribbean beaches which drew tourists down here. Inland the shoreline rose up quickly to an extinct volcano with a couple waterfalls that spilled into refreshing pools of fresh water amid deep shade that offered a break from the brilliant white-sand beaches. At one point, two dolphins kicked up from the depths and skimmed along beside the boat. But i's speed really wasn't impressive enough for the streamlined mammals and after tilting first one way then the other, the two males got a few looks at Macy then cruised off to find a sea turtle or something else to play with. Although she liked sitting next to this sexy young man who was bare to the waist except for a gold chain around his strong neck, the last thing she wanted to do was sit around wasting time. There was way too much to teach this young man and if all went well, and she knew it would, there would be plenty of explosive orgasms for her. Since he was still rather timid, she decided it was time to get the seduction in gear. John had been rather particular about watching out for the boom and not getting swept over the side. So to avoid having to wear a life jacket, Holly did the next best thing and inquired about anything cold to drink. John said there was a cooler with some beer and a couple energy bars in case they have problems. "Two beers coming right up," she said. Of course she knew he'd try to get up and insist he get the drinks, but standing before him she used his momentum to rise to upset her balance. One moment she was on the deck, the next she screamed (all for effect of course!) and fell overboard. The ocean wasn't all that choppy so her life wasn't in danger. Still, John freaked. He moved quickly to the main mast, grabbed the life ring and after paying out enough line tossed the ring about five feet past her. "Grab the rope, and I'll pull you in!" he yelled. Macy splashed around a bit (more play acting on her part) then grasped the rope, followed by the ring that she clung too and let the strong young man pull her in. He got her around to the back and helped her aboard. Then, he dropped the mainsail and lowered the anchor. He was just turning around to ask her if she was OK when a sight confronted him that he wasn't expecting. Macy's T-shirt was stuck to her body and now nearly transparent, it outlined her firm tits and erect nipples. John stood transfixed for a few moments as instant lust swept over him and he fell prey to her tantalizing treasures. Though he'd seen them the day before, the fact no one else was here added to his excitement. He wanted to go to her and ... and what? How? "Oh, I'm so cold, I need to get out of this freezing shirt!" She bent over and struggled out of the soaked cotton and still pretended to shiver. John wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to his chest. "John, could you grab a towel so I can dry off?" As he turned to get the towel, Macy slid the tiny thong down her legs so when he turned around she was naked. The effect was near instantaneous -- she could see his cock stiffen and poke the front of his shorts. Any other man who had been with a woman would have closed that gap in an instant, Macy realized with delight that John was too afraid of messing up to do anything. For his part, this was the first time he'd gazed upon a woman's pussy, other than in a skin magazine or on the Internet. And, not just a pussy, but a freshly shaved and smooth one! Even if he didn't know what to do, his tongue did. It began to dance in his mouth in expectation of exploring that exotic grotto. "John, your standing there doing nothing isn't helping me warm up, but another kiss might help," she instructed him. He fumbled a bit, and she giggled in response then sighed in satisfaction all to help set him at ease. She could feel her insides melt from the sweet feel of his lips on hers, she moaned into his mouth opening up to invite him in. "MMMmmmm, Johnny thanks, you're so hot against my skin, mmmm, please hold me and make me feel good all over," she whispered to him as her tongue swept into his ear. Being with a willing and seemingly pleased woman gave John a confidence he didn't previously possess. Gathering her face delicately into his two hands he tilted her head up and to where he wanted her. His tongue flowed gracefully inside her mouth and danced across her teeth and then poked her tongue gently. As he did so, it was as if a loud announcement went off in his head telling him he was about to have sex for the first time! "OK Babe, there are other places you can kiss and nibble. like my jaw, my neck, ears and even over and around my eyes. Just know this, the more you warm a woman up, the hotter and wetter sex will be when you finally get inside her." To a disciplined and determined mind like John's, this was a call to learn and practice everything her could to make Macy feel ecstatic. She then poked her tongue along his jaw, landing light kisses that got him shivering when she located the nerve. Each little twinge sent a jolt through his system, and he sought out to deliver the same pleasure to her. Macy then looked deep in John's lust-fueled eyes and then held his wrist pulling his hand downward. Two splendid mounds of flesh awaited the arrival and excitement his hand would deliver. She continued to stare into his eyes feeling her arousal build knowing the feel of his fingers on her tits would move them past just kissing to the beginnings of foreplay. One hand settled in place as her mouth opened up and she sucked in some air. But the pleasure was short-lived, a groan followed as his touch was a bit too hard and insistent. "Easy John, there will be a time to pinch and bite, but for now go easy, like this. She gathered his hand up again in her own and showed him how to lightly rake his fingers over her nipples. Remember you're gradually warming me up, not sticking me in the microwave on high. That's how men get ready for sex, women take a bit longer." With that he cupped and caressed her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples and rolling his fingers over the excited nubs. By this time he'd finished with her ears and was working down her neck: light kisses, blowing little puffs, light licks. A bit further and basic instinct kicked in as John's head, as if remembering what it was like for him as a baby, slid down between her pendulous breasts kissing and licking as his hands continued on her nipples. Then his mouth strayed to one side, found that nourishing bud and began to suck on it as if he would draw milk from her through effort alone. No milk issued, but the resulting heat that coursed through her body stoked her desire. She was no longer just instructing, she was now a full on participant. As the boat gently rocked side to side, John moved between her two nipples adding bolts of pleasure that triggered her first orgasm. "Oh fuck John, oh you got me so hot for you, MMMM! Oh, this boat is so fucking hot. It's motions almost feel like another lover holding me and rocking me to new heights. But then, that's not all that's fucking hot. She gazed into his eyes and purred, "Making out with a sexy young man who also listens well really turns me on!" Her sexually charged banter was in part fueled by the after-shocks of a wickedly good orgasm. She then directed him to stand and be prepared to hold onto the mast for support. "John, your next lesson concerns learning to receive pleasure. This will help you know how to give and want to give pleasure in return. Just so you know, I am an expert cocksucker and my husband isn't the only man who thinks so, she boasted and giggled again. She loved the times she felt slutty and didn't mind letting others know how hot that made her. She arranged their beach towels on the deck in front of him and got on her knees. Reaching up she unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down his well muscled legs, delighted to see that he was naked underneath and sporting a stiff erection whose one eye stared at her in expectation. "I'm sure you know what oral sex is, has a girl ever sucked your cock before?" she inquired, knowing full well his answer would be he'd never been with a girl before. Macy just kind of knew, and finding out she wanted to do her best touchdown dance in celebration. Instead she kissed up the length of each leg from the knees up and then pressed her face into his crotch. John's hard 7-incher was trapped against his body and her face as her hands cupped his ass. She loved this most basic of masculine scents inhaling deeply his musk. She then began caressing his cock and balls while rubbing the head all over her face. Her affect on him was immediate as his cock leaked a bit of pre-cum onto her cheek. Macy was quick to scoop it up on a finger and stick in her mouth, relishing the taste. Next her lips and tongue began to work over his shaft as she really got into making love to his cock. Thankful that the mast was beside him, John hung on as he felt little shivers throughout his body. Although he knew what an orgasm was, in a clinical sense from health class, the actual experience was foreign to him. All he knew at this point was these shivers of delight intensified as Macy became more entranced in her technique, such as moving a hand to caress and squeeze his ass and using the other to encircle and stroke his thick shaft. The main event of cock sucking would start soon, and John knew it wouldn't be a long bout. If a blowjob is this awesome, what could fucking feel like? Macy made little mewling noises as her lips descended over his spongy helmet. This was one of her favorites parts of cocksucking when she first felt a man's prick enter her mouth and assault her senses with his scent and taste. She loved the thrill it gave her to feel his hard sausage move over and past her teeth as her pink tongue massaged the underside of his shaft. MMM, John's cock tasted yummy!!! Her head began to bob up and down as she took a bit more of his warm quivering meat into her mouth, lubing it up good she relaxed her throat and eased down his shaft vacuuming him in all the way until her lips were nestled in his pubic hair. Feeling the sensations of her throat milking his cock, John felt his knees go weak as his level of arousal climbed quickly toward his first major eruption. Releasing the mast, his fingers gathered her sexy blonde locks and he soon realized he was pulling on her head shoving his stiff cock deeper into her throat. Macy began to hum a tune as she continued to suck on and deep throat his cock. Reaching down between her legs she decided on a little extra excitement. Coating her index finger from her frothy pussy, she waited for the right moment. In an instant, John felt the gain in sensitivity like each individual nerve ending in his cock head was shouting for release. Macy sensed it too feeling his head grow wide in her mouth. Soon!! She said, soon I'm be bathed in sweet, gooey cum! For the rest of his life, he'd desperately search for the exquisite sensations that rocked his body to its foundations. At this point, he didn't know how to hold back his orgasm, nor for that matter did he know if he could. But then Macy thrust her finger deep into John's ass and that move triggered a frenzied response. As the river of semen boiled up from his balls and surged up his shaft, his body tensed to deliver the full force of a gut and mind wrenching orgasm "AHhhhhh, GAWD!! ... ooooo, I'm CUUUUUMMMMMmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggg!" Macy took the first blast in her mouth then pulled his shaft out as subsequent eruptions plastered her cheeks, nose and hair; then sliding his magnificent cock head back inside she set about milking all the creamy spunk from his love muscle. What a huge load that poor young man was holding onto! She didn't mind though as she continued to swallow his tasty cream, warming her stomach. John's cock was doubly alive now as the nerves shrieked their joy in realizing their first orgasm. Amazing aftershocks causes his body to nearly jackknife in two. His legs became a mass of jelly and he crumpled to the deck, Macy still sucking his hot appendage. WOW! Oh fuck, that was ... what was that, he thought. His mind, flooded with endorphins staggered like a drunken man. His gray matter attempting to process the momentary visit to heaven he just experienced. Contracting muscles in his groin continued to send twinges of delight racing out his cock head. That was fucking awesome, and he HAD to have some more! Satisfied she milked all of his seed from his tasty cock, Macy finally allowed the still hard head to slide from her mouth. It trailed a string of semen and spit as if it didn't want to leave Macy's sexy mouth. She then crawled up his body to kiss him. Given her experience and absolute love of sucking cock, she held some of his cum in her mouth to share reveling in the wicked feeling it gave her to secretly pass John globs of his own semen. That gift along with droplets of spunk on her face gave John his first taste of his own cum. To his surprise, he realized he not only liked it but he also enjoyed the slippery feel of the fluid. Macy didn't even need to coach him on cleaning up his mess as he licked up his seed, then, like a honey bee coated in pollen returns to its hive, he moved over her mouth kissing her and sharing his latest mouthful. "You're a naughty boy John, feeding me your cum ... so naughty and so sexy," she said as she nestled into the muscles of his chest. For a while they lay together on the deck, naked bodies entwined for the first time as they laughed and talked a bit getting to know each other. He realized he really liked Macy, and it didn't seem to him as if they were that different in age. However, his attention span was flagging, not so much because he didn't enjoy her, but because basic physiology dominated his brain functions. Images flashed through his mind of his own facial contortions that arrived the first time he reached orgasm. Those images acted as the spark that ignited nerve impulses racing the body's central nervous system super highway to the brain. The master sex organ processed this data and routed an appropriate response: John's cock only slightly limp stiffened rapidly announcing it was ready to fuck. "That was so fucking hot, I think I'm ready for the final exam -- can you show me where to put this big guy?" he said, hefting his stiff cock while staring at her with lustful eyes. "I'd love to show you that John, but first, I know you care about pleasing the woman you're with, and I also know you wouldn't want to fuck her without first giving something in return for what she just gave you. So, how would you like to learn how to eat my pussy?" "Eat pussy? ... he asked in a distracted tone that suggested his mind was still completely focused on thrusting his big dick into her tight cunt ... "Uh, yeah, I ... could do that ... I suppose." Tropical Tutor Ch. 02 "Well, don't get too excited about it," she mildly scolded him, then changing tack added, "Relax Big Boy, you'll get what every man wants soon enough." If that didn't get his attention, Macy certainly did as she lay down on the deck and spread her legs with her hands opening up her pussy for his inspection and her instructions. Noting the prominent erection he displayed, she was delighted to see John was again an eager student. Just to make sure he was paying attention, she again clasped the fingers of his right hand and led them to intimate contact with her pussy. John's eyes got as big as saucers when her first felt them gooey, wet slit. "See Johnny we're only getting started and you've got me drenched already," she said speaking in a husky, sexy voice. "But, that's OK, because I love to get wet and stay wet, at least until you slide something hard inside me a few times ..." She then returned to instructing him showing the various parts of her pussy including her lips, clitoris and reaching in a bit, her vagina. Just the thought of him and his stiff cock would keep her ready for that first fuck and whatever followed. "A woman's cunt lips are delicately soft and sensitive and if you get her worked up, they will be nice and wet for you, like this." Reaching inside her index finger soon gleamed with the slippery fluid she was producing. Lifting that finger to John's mouth she invited class participation. "Open up now, Macy has a tasty treat for you." He complied and soon didn't want to release the delicious digit. "The vagina is where you slide your cock in, though you can also finger fuck a woman with as many fingers as she likes. Another favorite is up here, too, this is a woman's G-spot and you can find it when you finger fuck her. This is like a nervous system junction box -- stick your finger in there and you might cause a blackout in a major city! When you feel my pussy and begin to finger fuck me, I'll help you find my G-spot so you know you're stroking the right way and in the right area. Macy then directed his intent gaze up slightly. "Here's a little item that definitely rewards the man who learns how to give it favor. John, this is my clitoris, and learning how to effectively diddle a woman's clit can trigger in her a series of mind bending orgasms. This is what's known as multiple orgasms or a multiple for short. My favorite sex partners all tell me they love to get me off in a multiple because my whole body shakes and quivers. As for me ..... well ..........," she stretched jutting her tits out as her eyes closed and a dreamy smile filled her face. "I fuckin' love it. When I multiple, I feel like I'm riding a huge wave, and just when I think it's gonna end I step to another mighty one. Sometimes this can go on and on, my record is nine orgasms one after the other, and that last one is like a tidal wave that just knocks me near unconscious as pleasure jostles and tumbles me in its turbulence." Macy grinned broadly, her whole body feeling like one touch from John would fire off an instant multiple. "I think now it's time for a little on-the-job training. "Normally a man will pay attention to a woman's legs and ass, maybe even give her a massage, but I need you to take care of business. All this talk has me feeling so horny, I feel as if I'll explode if I don't cum soon!" John moved between her legs, his hands reaching under to cup her ass as he lifted her juicy slit to his lips. "OK now, the key is to take your time and don't stop the amazing things you do to her until she begs you to. So, go ahead and lick, enjoy the taste and the delicate tissue here. Feel my cum as it coats your mouth, your cheeks and the rest of your face. Think of me like you would lick an ice cream cone. What's your favorite flavor?" "Oh chocolate definitely," he said, feeling his mouth start to water in anticipation of tasting her musky juices. "Well then Honey, have some pink chocolate!" she said as she pulled his face into place. John started at the bottom of her slit and tentatively rolled his tongue up and inserted it between her lips. What if she really didn't taste good? Ugh! The thought made him briefly crinkle up his nose like a young child would when told to eat his vegetables for the first time. And then, the sensation hit him, his tongue returned to his mouth and the sweet, tangy flavor ignited his desire. He flattened his tongue out and gave a long slow lick up her cleft, as he did so he heard Macy gasp with pleasure. He continued top to bottom, then bottom to top like he was whitewashing a fence. Each pass of his tongue added to the sloppy, sexy mess between her legs. Getting bold he went side to side a few time and then poked his tongue deeper into her pussy (I wonder how far that goes?) he thought. Wherever it went, he went far enough in, because Macy bucked against the intrusion as a bolt of energy coursed from that spot and radiated across her loins releasing another torrential orgasm. John thought it so fucking hot to hear hear panting breath, "Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha as she writhed at the escalating pleasure she felt. Returning to Earth, and again feeling his masculine flesh pressed against her intimate parts, Macy was beside herself. In part, she felt this way because again John was a good listener and that translated to a good lover, but also she felt like such a slut to be shagging a virgin. It made her so excited she just wanted to scream out so the entire world could hear, "I'm fucking a HOT VIRGIN STUD!!" Even descending from a stupendous orgasm, experience taught her if he continued the way he was going she'd be screaming again soon enough and she suspected he was the kind of young man who wouldn't have any problem at all with whatever filthy words came out of her mouth. So, instead she went back to teaching. "Oh Johnnie, John-John!! Ahhhh! MMMMMM! You eat pussy so good! My whole pussy feels like it's on fire. HAHH ... HAHH ... HAHHH ... WOW! OK ... where was I? Oh yeah, here's something else you can do. Lube up one of your fingers then slide it up my cunt. After you've worked it around some, you can add another finger. While you're doing that it's OK to keep licking me. After you get your fingers in, hook them a bit and rub along the wall of my cunt, and I'll guide you to my G spot. Just watch out, I can get kinda violent when my magic spot gets stroked." Macy's voice trailed away as John practiced the techniques he just learned, he kept reminding himself be patient, take your time, enjoy this. The last part wasn't hard as he could stay tongue locked to her pussy forever and not tire of the sensations or her exotic taste. At times the heat emanating from her pussy was such that his face felt uncomfortably hot. He'd raise up for a moment to rest his mouth even as he continued to finger fuck her or stroke her G-spot. Other times he'd send his tongue inside her pussy as far as he could reach, and she would squeeze her legs together. Momentarily the thought of not being able to breathe attacked his senses, but he promptly dismissed that thought figuring if a man has to die what better way could there be than to be eating pussy. Throughout all this attention Macy moaned, panted, sometimes swore at the exquisite feeling careening through her body. "Yes, John, oooo right there, MMMM! yes, keep pressing your fingers right there -- that's my Ju-ju-ju- G sp...sp...spot and OH FUCK that feels GOOD!!!" Sensing he was about to ride a bucking bronco, John backed off on his finger fucking. Macy whimpered in protest. "No Johnny, please don't stop, I want to ... I need to CUM!!" John kept his fingers inside her but all went still ... for a moment. For at the same time, his lips hovered over her hood, then descended to gently lick her clit. Using just the tip of his tongue he went back to his painting technique focusing on just this little nub of flesh. As he did so, Macy became increasingly responsive as she felt that wonderful rise to the orgasm she so desperately craved. "Yes John! Yes, yes, oooo Baby yes lick my clit, MMMMMMMM, OH, I'M GETTING CLOSE, HAH HAH HAH HAH YESSSS!!!" But no, again John backed off, though he hated to tease her like this, she said to take his time. Besides, he didn't want to just see her cum, he wanted to see one of these multiples she talked about. If he could give her a multiple, he'd feel pretty damn good about his skills as a lover. As he continued Macy felt as if she was riding on a stormy sea, the further she sailed the stormier it got. The waves continually built towering to new heights but never sending her "over the falls" to be pummeled by their fury in a trough. And then, she finally felt that signal that would release her from this delicious storm. John's fingers began again to stroke Macy's G-spot and at the same time he stopped licking her clitoris and held it between his lips. He then began to suck on her clit, fingering her at the same time ... c'mon Macy, c'mon, he implored ... CUM for me! "AAAAAAHHHHH JOHNNIE, AHH, HAH, HAH, HAH, OOOOOOO YESSSSSSSSSS AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!!!" With his free hand John reached up grasping an engorged nipple, pinching it between his fingers. That little spark, like one tiny drop of water proved too much for the wave to sustain, and Macy felt her whole body fall, and tumbling into the throes of a massive orgasm. "FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK MEE, AHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!" She continued to scream out her release as her cum sprayed out around John's fingers, who had moved off her clit and began drinking up her nectar. Lights flashed before Macy's eyes and tingles of pleasure shot throughout her body, dancing down her arms, crisscrossing her chest and then centering on her nipples ... and of course further down her pussy. Her hands squeezed John's head as her legs put his body in a vise-grip. John moved between drinking her juices and returning to suck on her clit as Macy continued to cum explosively. "OH FUCK JOHNNIE, AHHH!!! NO, STOP, STOP I'M GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE, STOP PLEASE!" Never stop until a woman pleads she told him once ... and he remembered. True to form, she rode several waves that day, so delirious she couldn't count them if she wanted to ... in time ... the waves ... diminished. Periodic surges returned her briefly to BLISS ... and then ... subsided yet again ... and ... all ... was ... still ... Drawn to reconnect with the sexy woman, and not just her body, John moved up to kiss Macy and hold her close. Each had experienced something they would recall for the rest of their lives. John would never again be an afraid, unskilled or hesitant wannabe lover. Macy would forever cherish the thought of the first time she taught a young man of sexual ecstasy ... she may teach again, but never again for the first time. Just then Macy heard John's stomach rumble, and just in time too. She was pretty certain if they had continued to love on each other much longer John would want to fuck her. She knew he needed a break even if he didn't. There's some things still to learn and the last thing he needs is to be unsure when it comes time to shove his cock inside her. Besides, she needed to tease him a bit first -- get him worked up so that he would take her roughly and fuck the hell out of her!! "OK Johnny, if you don't get me to that cantina soon, I just might be too weak to fuck," she whimpered. Amazing what the right motivation will do. John was at the anchor chain hauling the weight up and securing it inside the boat. Next he hoisted the sail, double-checked the compass and set forth. Well, he paused a quick moment to give Macy a kiss and a squeeze too. Intent on his errand of "mercy," John didn't even notice the mischievous gleam in Macy's eyes as she plotted a different errand and that would be securing his cock in her hot, excited pussy. Tropical Tutor "Ahhhhhhh, oh YESSSS, mmmm! OH, I love fucking you Peter, I love riding your cock," she said, keeping her voice down so she didn't broadcast to anyone within 100 yards. Even so, she hoped the young man either could hear her or see what she was doing. Realizing he was staring directly at her got her even more worked up and she felt an orgasm surging to the surface. "Oh, oooo, ah, Macy you pussy is so fucking hot! Uhhmmmm! I'm getting close, mmm, keep riding me fuck me hard, mmm Ah!! Oh yes ... I feel it ..." Peter was on his way to heaven, John on his way to get that cool drink. Moments before a different sort of "tidal surge," she too felt his wonderful cock expand in her cunt. Opening her mouth wide, she felt the first waves of orgasm roll over her and sweep through her body. The combination of the young man staring at her, realizing others might be staring at them too and the novelty of fucking in the ocean only intensified the orgasmic storm unleashing itself on her body and senses. She smiled her best "God, I'm getting FUCKED by a cock that feels like it's coming out my mouth" smile as she heard Peter announce his eruption. "Hah, Hah, Hah, Haaaa, WHOO, WHOO! I----- OH FUCK, YEAH, oh God I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!" Peter really didn't care if anyone heard him or not. For one thing, he wasn't looking at the people and for another, his was blasting his cum deep into the sexiest woman on the beach that day, perhaps ever. Her velvet glove milked every last drop of sperm as he felt like he'd blown enough cum to coat the insides of her love nest with a thick covering of goo ... And then ... the afterglow ... they ... settled into each other arms ... breathing slowing ... kissing, soft and sharing, still rocking together as Peter's cock gradually diminished ... eventually separating from her. They rearranged their suits and walked back up onto the beach arm in arm. A few other couples had noticed them: Peter got a sexy smile from a redhead who blew him a kiss, but his thoughts were on John ... as were Macy's. Getting back to their towels Macy offered to go get drinks again, and Peter thought that a great idea. He plopped into the sand and felt suddenly sleepy. "Think I'll take a snooze while you're gone," he told her, hoping that would inspire her to introduce herself to the young man. Macy's legs felt a little rubbery as she headed for the bar. It was a feeling she always liked about sex, how Peter would slam his cock into her and she'd either have her legs up over his shoulders or splayed wide to accommodate as much of his big cock as he could stuff inside her. After orgasm, she would feel weak like she just wanted to curl up and pass out. Course today only exacerbated that feeling as she trudged over the sand. Passing by the young man's chair, she noted his absence and wondered if he left for the day. Even as she contemplated his hot young body, an equally strong desire suggested she turn around and curl up beside her husband. However, having a hot body and being the center of attention had its advantages. As she continued to walk across the warm sand, her nipples now erect from her recently fucking practically announced her to all she passed. Several individuals, both men and women, winked at her and asked how the water was. She smiled right back and told them something to the effect of, "Oh! It was the best!" and such, arching her back and stretching like a bitch in heat, furthering thrusting her plentiful chest out for their scrutiny. Right about now she felt as though she could fuck every man on the beach and a few of the women too. But that young man? She scanned the beach, just to be sure looking for those broad shoulders and jet colored hair ... Hot damn! She saw him seated at the bar looking in another direction. She decided to sneak up on him and make her introduction. Her timing was impeccable as she slid behind him just as he returned his gaze toward the beach. "I wonder where she's at now ...," John said, completely unaware of anything going on around him. At that moment, Macy put her arm over John's shoulders and pressed one of her breasts into him muscular biceps. "Looking for someone?" she asked coyly. John turned in his chair causing Macy to slip off balance for a moment and fall toward him. His strong hands caught her just below her breasts and the silky soft feel of her flesh caused his cock to leap in his baggy shorts. "Oh ... hi ... I'm ... s, s-sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall," he said, all the while staring at her gorgeous mounds, then almost looking her in the eye. "I don't believe we've met, but I know I saw you on the flight down here," said Macy, who felt suddenly hot and sweaty at the touch of his soft but strong hands. "I'm Macy ... and, thanks for keeping me from falling." She smiled at him, and John regained a bit of his composure, returning her smile with his own, one she noted would melt many a woman's heart if it hadn't done so already. "So, you here on vacation?" she asked, expecting a safe and simple yes. "No, I just started working here -- I work on the golf course and also teach sailing," he replied, fantasizing of getting her out on one of the two-person sailing rigs. "Really? How wonderful! I've always wanted to learn how to sail ... isn't it hard, and don't you have to have strong arms?" she innocently asked as her hand felt up and down his bicep. John had offered up his chair to her, but she declined. She found it easier to maintain contact with his sexy arms, as her breast was again pressed into his triceps and her stiff nipple sent little shocks through her system stirring her arousal. "No, it isn't hard (though I AM he thought), and I'd be glad to teach you, that is, if your boyfriend is OK with that," he said, not wanting to move and break contact with her. "Oh, I should think Peter would be delighted. He was going to play golf tomorrow and wasn't sure what to do with me (she lied, she knew it wouldn't be hard to convince him whether he played golf or not)," she replied excitedly. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to him and ask him." Macy bought three Long Island Ice Teas, handed two to John and set off back to her husband. John walked behind at first gazing intently at her ass, until she stopped, smiled as if she didn't know he was lusting for her and said, "How rude of me to not walk with you, I should steer you so you know where to go." With that she hooked her arm inside his again coming in contact with his hard, young body and stirring her desire yet again. "Peter dear! I found a nice young man to help me carry drinks," she called out. Having watched them approach, though feigning sleep, he did his best to look as if he were just waking even though he'd been watching them the whole way over and getting excited at the prospect of his wife seducing this young man. Stretching, he got to his feet and acted as if he never met John before. "Hi, uh, thanks for the drink, I'm Peter," he said, shaking John's hand then winking at him as Macy stepped away for a moment. John played along, though he felt pretty uncomfortable as he wasn't sure what to do, and so he took a healthy pull on his "tea" and could feel the liquid courage loosen him up some. "Nice to see you boys getting acquainted. Peter, John teaches sailing, and I told him I'd love it if he'd take me for a ride ..." she faltered. Funny how one word could en flame three different people. Peter and Macy both had thoughts running in tandem of this hard bodied young man plowing his dick into her hot box as he gripped her sexy ass cheeks. John on the other hand was thinking of getting her alone on the boat ... and .. what? Feel her tits? What else would she let him do, what would he do? How would he do it? "That is, if it's OK with you honey?" inquired Macy, as she hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a wet, provocative kiss on his lips. Peter thought up the perfect answer, one he hoped would convey the message he gave John earlier. "That sounds great, however, I want to see some of the moves you worked on together," he said. John blushed aware of what exactly Peter had in mind. He didn't have a clue how he would get to those "moves," but he sure hoped he did. Just then John's cell phone alarm went off. He'd had the sense to set it knowing he had to work at the golf course in the evening. "Nice to meet you, I need to go as I have to work tonight." "Thanks John, where and when should I meet you tomorrow?" asked Macy. He told her 9 a.m. down by the boats pulled up on the beach. He added she didn't need to bring anything unless she wanted a camera. Everything else was provided by the resort. Macy then took her "game" up another level. With Peter standing just behind her, she rose up on her tippy toes, pressed her tits into John's chest and draped one arm around John's neck. "Now don't you forget about me," she said in a husky voice as she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on John's lips. Even as she did so her other arm descended down his back and her hand gave a good squeeze on his ass. John's intent to leave quietly and in control dissolved as his cock stiffened against her belly. As she withdrew, he backed away with a dazed expression, mumbled a good-bye and shuffled stiff legged to get to work. "Oh fuck, John-boy! You are going to get laid tomorrow," he thought, a grin spreading across his face as he came to his senses and trotted back to his dorm.