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Cabana

By: kicky1000



Most of my life has been an endless progression of long grey winter days. But there was that one summer. That magnificent summer. That summer on the beach. I had just turned eighteen and graduated from high school, and I had been accepted at a top ivy-league university for the fall term.

As a present for getting into such an illustrious institution, my parents had permitted me not to take a summer job working as an office boy or in some other lowly capacity. Instead they had rented a private cabana at the exclusive Turtle Green Beach Club for the summer, for my benefit only. They were both Executives at large corporations and didn't have the time to laze about in the sun. They also both hated the beach. But I loved it. I loved the feeling of the hot sand under my feet as I walked from the cabanas in the back down to the ocean across a quarter mile of yellow-white sand. There I would spread my blanket very near the shore line, and gaze at the waves flooding foamily up towards my feet.

So the cabana was really all mine. I think they came one Sunday, and my mother got too much of a sunburn and they never came again. I loved the cabana. It was my own private room on the ocean. It had a small refrigerator, and a propane gas stove, and a couch for me to lie on, and the couch even opened up into a bed. I could have stayed there all night. I could have lived there, if only they didn't make everyone leave and close the beach at nine p.m. every evening. 

The beach club even had a lovely little restaurant, and I was able to eat there and charge everything to the cabana, which charges my parents would pick up. It was the most ideal summer I had ever had. Usually, as I mentioned, I would have had to take a job, but when I was younger there were times when my parents took me to the beach, and my father even taught me how to swim. I was not a great swimmer, but I could get by. Even in the waves.

There were a lot of pretty girls walking around in tight little bathing suits also, and I could see the other boys ogling them, and even shamelessly rubbing their crotches. How rude. I would never do anything like that. And really I wasn't all that interested anyway. I didn't see what all my fellow male teens were so thrilled about. 

There was a girl at the beach who had been in my graduating class, and she was thought to be 'hot' and also to be somewhat of a slut. But I liked her. Her name was Cassie, and she wore the briefest little bathing suit. In fact there was only a thin strip of cotton climbing up between her buttcheeks. The cheeks themselves were totally exposed. The other guys really liked Cassie, but she was keeping them at a distance. The way she kept them at a distance was by making me a friend and keeping me close to her. 

The first day I went to the beach that summer, I went to my cabana. Number A47. I turned the key and opened the door. My own private place. I entered, and closed the wooden door behind me. I checked the refrigerator. It was empty. I would have to remedy that. I would need some sodas in there to quench my thirst and cool my sunbaked body. 

I opened my suitcase and took out the towels and blankets I would be needing, and also my shapeless square bathing suit. That was what everybody was wearing now. I hated it. I had a really nice slim body, and would have liked to show it off. I had seen pictures of a beach in Australia, and also of a beach in Rio, and in both places the men wore tight form-fitting swimwear. I really liked looking at those pictures. I wish I could have looked like that. But over here there was some unwritten law against parading around in such erotic attire. Over here the boxy square trunks were definitely a la mode, and you couldn't even buy anything else.

When I had changed into my suit, I covered myself with a liberal amount of sunblock lotion SBF 45—the best. I'm very fair like my mother, and can't afford to get badly burned. I took a blanket and a towel, plus the lotion, which I would have to reapply frequently, and opened the wooden door.

I locked it behind me, and slipped the chain necklace to which I had attached it over my head and around my neck. I started walking down toward the sea. The ocean was calling me. I let my toes clench into the hot sand with each step. It was a wonderful feeling. Almost erotic. And the beautiful turbulent ocean was spread out right there before me in all its fierce and untamed beauty. About ten feet from where the sea was washing up onto the beach, someone called me.

"Harry."

I looked over, and lying about ten feet away on a blue and green striped blanket was Cassie Millican, who had been in my class.

"Hi Cassie," I said. I think that that was the first time I had ever spoken to Cassie, or she to me. She was definitely the property of the athletic teams and out of my league.

"I heard you got into Ivy League," she said.

"Yes," I said. "I'm really happy."

"That's just great. I only got into Franklin Community."

"Well that's a good school," I lied, trying to make her feel better.

"Yeah. I guess. Whatever," she answered. "I didn't know you were a member here."

"Yeah. My parents took a cabana this summer."

"Neat. I just have a locker. You'll have to invite me up to your cabana for some libations one of these days.'

"Sure," I said. "But first I have to stock up. The place is empty right now."

"Don't just stand there," she said. "Put your blanket down next to mine. I'm glad to find a friend here."

"Okay," I said. I hadn't known I was her friend, but I was certainly happy to be considered one. She really was very good looking, and she had enormous breasts which were spilling out over the top half of her bathing suit. "You usually have a lot of company," I told her.

"Yeah. But none of my boyfriends are members here. I mean I can bring one in as a guest, but then the others hear about it, and then I have to bring them, and it goes on and on, and I don't even want to get into it."

"Okay," I said.

We talked about school. We talked about television shows. We talked about movies. And then we went in for a swim. The water was damn cold. I tippied in, and it took me almost twenty minutes to get my shoulders under and get used to it. But Cassie dove right in and just kept splashing around and laughing at me.

""Dive in," she encouraged me.

"It's too cold."

"It only hurts for a minute," she laughed, and then she began splashing me with cold water which wasn't very pleasant.

"Stop it," I told her.

"Dive in," she repeated, and finally I did. We swam around about six feet from the shoreline for about fifteen minutes. There were some people way further out, which I thought was pretty dangerous because there was an undertow, but I looked back at the beach and saw that the lifeguard was sitting in his high seat, watching everything behind those black glasses he wore. I assume he was watching and not sleeping. You really couldn't tell.

When we came out of the water and went back to our blankets, I had to reapply the sunscreen, and so did Cassie. She offered to do my back and I did hers. We were lying right next to each other, she at the very left edge of her blanket, and I at the very right edge of my own. 

We started trading school gossip and giggling and it was really pleasant with the sound of the ocean in the background. Suddenly a shadow blocked the glaring sun from my sunglasses, and I heard a masculine voice. 

"Hi, little lady. How are you?"

"Fine," said Cassie.

It was the lifeguard who had been sitting high up on his chair, but now another life guard had come on duty, and this one was on his break.

"How was the water?" he asked her, in this very sexy sounding voice.

"Great," she said. "Really refreshing."

"Yeah. I was watching you swim with your boyfriend here."

"He's not my boyfriend," said Cassie. "We're just friends."

"Is that so?"

I kind of bent my head back to get a better look. I was looking straight up. He had a strong slim build with muscular legs, and from what I could see from this upside down position, he was really good looking.

"So do you come here often?" he asked her. 

"Almost every day," she said.

"Great," he said. I looked up again. His eyes were glued on Cassie's chest, and though he was standing almost directly over my face, he never even looked at me. My eyes kind of traveled up his long tan legs and even into the loose leg holes of his swim trunks, and I saw it. His bathing suit didn't have a jock strap in it. He was just hanging loose inside the loose trunks, and I could see everything. I saw his two heavy hairy balls dangling down above my face, and above them was his penis, which seemed to be half stiff and was really thick and really long. 

He had no idea that behind my dark glasses I was looking at his imposing masculinity. More imposing every second. I started to feel strangely excited, as I have never felt before. Was this what the other guys were feeling while their eyes were locked onto Cassie's bosom, as now the lifeguard's eyes were?

I could feel myself getting hard in my own boxy suit, but I at least was well contained. My suit had a jock. Nevertheless, I couldn't risk exposing my condition, so I lazily turned over onto my belly.

"My name's Gary," said the lifeguard.

"Mine is Cassie," said Cassie. "And this is Harry."

"Hi there, nice to meet you," he said, bending slightly at the knees and stretching out his hand to shake mine. I shook his hand. He had a really strong grip. He probably was really very strong all over. He had to be, to be a lifeguard. He would need to have the strength to overcome a struggling drowning person, and swim him back to shore. That kind of strength seemed very seductive to me.

"Nice to meet you," I said.

"I hope I see you here again," he told Cassie.

"Do you want to sit down for a while?" She patted the blanket next to her. 

"No. Not now. Gotta grab a bite to eat and then get back on the job. If you need anything, just give a yell."

"Sure will," said Cassie. 

He started backing away, his eyes still tightly focused on the swelling breasts which her bathing suit could barely contain. He was so mesmerized that he didn't notice the little boy building a sand castle directly behind him, and totally destroyed it. The little boy started to cry. His mother came over and held him.

"Now, now, Stuart. It was just an accident. The nice lifeguard didn't see your castle."

"No. Sorry kid. I didn't see it. It was an accident."

"You can build another one," his mother told him, and finally his whimpering stopped and he began to reconstruct from the wreckage. But the little accident had served in tearing Gary's gaze from Cassie's tits. 

"See you," he said, and took off in a run across the beach toward the restaurant.

"Wow," said Cassie. "What a great looking guy."

"He really liked you," I told her.

"I know," she said. "I don't really want to encourage him though. I'm not ready for a relationship."

"You could just have a date," I told her.

"No. I just had an unpleasant experience. A little germ. I have to be more careful who I date," she sighed.

"Oh," I said, understandingly. I wondered which little germ it was. But Gary looked perfectly clean and healthy. She was letting a golden opportunity pass her by. 

From that moment on, all I could think about was Gary, the handsome lifeguard. Thank goodness I had those dark glasses and he didn't see the look of longing that must be in my eyes. He often came over and stood over my face, while talking to Cassie for a few minutes, and I got many wonderful peaks inside his swimtrunks. What a great dick. I didn't know what I wanted to do with it, but something.

I was obsessed with Gary. I could think of nothing else for the next several weeks. I kept wondering how I could get him to notice me, and even if he noticed me, then what? I certainly didn't have beautiful tits like Cassie. It was all so hopeless. But I couldn't stop thinking of him. I imagined him swimming out to save me from the turbulent seas and carrying me to shore in his long strong arms.

That was it. That was it. I needed to have him save me. I had found a course of action. But how would I achieve it, my final goal being to be lying on the couch or the open bed in my cabana, my head pressed against his hard chest, and his strong muscular arms encircling my pliant body. Obviously, I would have to pretend that I was drowning. It seemed so easy, but I just didn't know how to set the plan in motion. I was terrified.

Then Cassie got a summer cold and didn't come to the beach for a few days, and I realized that this would be my opportunity. Cassie would not be with me. I could wander out too far and be caught in the undertow. My heart was beating like a hammer inside my chest as I lay on my belly on my blanket, crushing my erection, and secretly devouring Gary in his tall chair. Without Cassie here, he never even looked in this direction for a second.

This was the time. Carefully I stood up and slowly made my way toward the water. It was always so damned cold. I wanted to tippie in slowly to get used to it, but if I took too long, he would go on his break and my chance would be gone.

I dove in. Yikes. It was cold. I paddled around and tried to get used to it and after a couple of minutes I did. Slowly I dragged myself out against the waves further and further from the shore, until at last the water was up to my nipples with my feet still touching the ground. I needed to go further. I would have to swim. I stretched out and paddled toward the horizon. I turned my head for an instant to look at the tall chair, and saw that Gary was watching me.

Suddenly a wave crashed against me and filled my mouth and my nose. It knocked me totally off balance, and all of a sudden it started pulling back toward the sea, dragging me along with it. I was twisting and twirling and the water was going into my mouth and my nose. I tried to swim against it, but I wasn't strong enough and it was dragging me out to sea. Out to a watery grave. Christ. I really was drowning. 

"Help," I screamed. "Help. Help." And I was flailing all around. I was trying desperately to keep my head above water, trying to suck in each breath of air before another wave sloshed salt water down my nose and throat. And suddenly he was there beside me. Gary. The lifeguard. I threw my arms desperately around his neck.

"Let me go," he said. "You're dragging me down." But I still clutched on to him like a life preserver. Finally he succeeded in pushing me off, and wrapping one arm around my body he swam back toward the beach. He dragged me onto the sand, and I lay on my belly choking and coughing up salt water. He straddled me and began pushing on my back, trying to force the sea out of my lungs. I coughed it out. 

But even as all this was happening, I was conscious of his strong thighs on each side of my body, and I could feel his genitals pressing against my buttocks as he sat on them. As miserable as I was, I raised my middle up a little to tighten the contact between his crotch and my butt.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I said. "Thank you. Thank you for saving my life."

"You know you're not supposed to go out that far," he chastised me.

"I know. I know. The wave just hit me and pulled me out. Thank you for saving my life."

"Can you get up?" he asked me.

"I don't know," I told him. I really was feeling very unsteady and didn't know if I'd be able to stand by myself. "Could you help me back to my cabana?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said. I pulled myself up along his body and totally leaned on him. He kept his arm tightly across my waist as we walked slowly to the cabanas.

"Which one is it?" he asked me.

"A47," I told him.

When we got to the wooden door, he let me lean my weight against him as he slipped the chain with the key over my head and unlocked the door. He led me to the couch and stretched me out on it. "Can I offer you something?" I asked him.

"No. Merv's on the tall chair now, but it's still my shift. I have to get back. Are you gonna be all right?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

"You'll be okay," he told me. "You just had a little scare. It'll teach you a lesson." And then he was gone. And that was it. I had planned the drowning. I had done the drowning. I had really done the drowning. And what now? My vaguely sexual fantasies had come to nothing. 

But then an idea began to form in my head. I went to the liquor store and stocked up on everything. Three days later (fortunately Cassie still had her summer cold) I approached the tall chair with my latest plan.

"I can't ever thank you enough," I told him. "You saved my life. If it weren't for you I'd be lying at the bottom of the ocean right now."

"It's okay, kid. It's my job. That's what I'm here for."

"But I really want to thank you. Why don't you come back to my cabana for a drink?"

"Can't, kid. I'm on duty."

"Well what time do you get off duty?" I asked him.

"Six p.m.," he told me.

"Well, why don't you come over when you get off and have a drink or two?"

"Well maybe I might. I always like a little nip after a boring day at the beach.

"Great," I said. "I'll see you later."

"Right," he answered.

"It's A47," I reminded him.

"Yeah. I remember," he told me. 

I went into the water for a few minutes, but just to cool off. I only went as far as the water coming up to my knees. I didn't try to submerge myself at all, which was great. I hung around the beach until around five. I think it was around five. I didn't have my watch. I went up and took a shower and went to my cabana and changed into a clean bathing suit. 

I checked in the refrigerator. Plenty of ice. I put two tall glasses on the table and surrounded them with a bottle of every kind of liquor. I had scotch. I had rye. I had bourbon. I had brandy. Gin. Rum. Whatever he might like, I was covered. I took my watch out of my pants pocket. It was almost six. My heart was hammering in my chest. I didn't know what I wanted to happen. But something.

And after a little while, there he was standing in the open doorway, tall and suntanned with his curly black hair, and his white teeth gleaming in contrast to his bronzed face, and those great muscles of his. He was so strong and so manly. I was not strong. I needed his strength.

"Hey," I said. "Come on in," and I patted the couch next to where I was sitting. He sat next to me.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked him.

"You got scotch?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said.

"You got ice?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said. 

"I'll have a scotch rocks," he told me.

"I drink that too," I told him. Like really I didn't drink at all. Or smoke. I lived a completely healthy life style except for maybe almost drowning once in a while.

I got up and went to the refrigerator and took out an ice tray. I emptied it into a silver bucket on the table. I put two cubes into each of two glasses and poured in some scotch. I crossed over and held out a glass to him. He took it, as I sat down once again next to him.

He took a swallow. I took a swallow. Yucch. Nasty stuff. 

"Damn. That hits the spot," he told me. "Just what I need."

"Yeah. Me too," I said, and took another swallow. He took a few more swallows and held out his glass. I took it to the table and filled it up. Then I finished what was in my own glass and filled that up too. I sat down on the couch next to him again. I could feel the heat of his left leg against my right leg.

"I can never thank you enough," I told him again. "You really saved my life. I really owe you."

"Like I told you kid. It's my job. Just don't make me do it again." He finished his glass and handed it to me. I wobbled slightly, walking to the table. I did not refill my own. I was already a little tipsy. I took my place next to him again.


Cabana Boy



She felt the transition from bumpy runway to smooth air as the nearly empty plane lifted off and headed for home. She looked out the window at the puffy white clouds bathed in the orange and pink light of the fading sun. 

"Home," she thought, "that's funny. I always thought THIS was my home."

It had been...when she was growing up. But she had left many years ago after graduating from high school to find her own path in life. She hadn't been back in town since then, until now. She wasn't sure she wanted to attend the reunion, or come back to town. There were good memories, sure, but bad ones as well. Her schoolmates at the reunion would be the same ones that had picked on her because she was always the tall, lanky, curly-haired girl that stood out and didn't really fit in. She was pretty, but guys didn't ask her out because she was so tall and didn't have big boobs like the perky cheerleaders. That's OK. Those boys just never got to find out how sensitive the nipples on her small boobies were! She had thought about implants over the years, but after seeing the problems her friends had with them, and the loss of sensitivity, she was happy with what she had. She never really felt like she fit in with the crowd at school. She was never one of the "popular" kids, but now, going back, she realized that she just bloomed later than most, and that high school was not the best time of her life. That's one reason she wanted to go back to this reunion, to show all those snobby people that she WAS somebody! "How do you like me now?" she remembered thinking as she went to the hotel for the reunion.

Before the reunion, she had been driving around to all the places she knew as a kid. It was all changed now. The neighborhood was grown over, the old house had been remodeled by the new owners, her old schools had new students in them, the places she used to play and hang out were all built over. The house where her first boyfriend, from 1st grade, lived was still there. She wondered what ever happened to him.

She saw the bridge over the creek where she had kissed the first boyfriend she was "going steady with" in the 8th grade. Giving in to adolescent curiosity, she had even let her touch her boobs. And then the stupid bastard went and told all his friends, like he was some fucking STUD, that they had "done it" and so she was now EASY! "What a fuckin loser!" 

She put the red rose she carried on the seat beside her, settled back into her seat and looked out toward the twilight skies as she tried to remember what she had been thinking about. Oh yes, growing up...and SEX! Oh God! How could she forget about SEX!

She thought about all the things that had changed as she drove around town yesterday, and how, in many ways, some things were still the same. At the reunion, the people were the same cliques that hung out together in school. There were the snobs and status seekers, the "out-back" gang of smokers and potheads, the jocks, the jockettes, the choir, and the other groups that she never seemed to fit into. Some of the people looked the same, some looked totally different. Most were now married with children. Others turned out to be gay (well, some we already knew about back then). At first, she thought the evening was going to be a big bust, with her sitting alone not talking to anyone and not really caring about these people anyway. She only came because she wanted to see how fat and ugly the women had gotten after all their kids and see how much their big boobs now sagged after the kids came, while her small boobies that everyone laughed at were still perky. 

"Who knew?" she thought "Who knew that last night would be THE hottest night of fun, flirting, exploration, and pure ram animal lust she had ever had! Who knew that HE would be there!" As her thoughts of last night raced through her mind again, she felt OP start to stir and get wet all over again. 

As she looked out the window, she thought back so many years ago to the LAST time she left this town, and compared how different it was THIS time. She thought about graduation night so many years ago, the night before she left, when she finally "graduated" into womanhood as well. 

He had been her boyfriend for a few months, and like any horny teenager, was always wanting her to "go all the way." She was horny too, but was still trying to live down her reputation form 8th grade. She had already let him get pretty far. They kissed, of course, even French kissed. She had let him play with her boobs through her blouse and even let him put his hands down her pants a few times. He was the first boy to feel the soft, downy hair that was growing "down there" and the first boy to feel OP's soft, warm folds. His hands were rough though, and he had no idea what he was doing, so it hurt. He kept trying to jam his finger inside her when she wasn't ready. He didn't understand that sometimes the threat of being caught if your parents come in was NOT a turn on and that she didn't get wet on command. Several times, she had to stop him because it had hurt too much. She wasn't a cock tease either. When they went parking, she would pull it out and give him handjobs. He would always come in about 30 seconds. He kept wanting her to give him head, but the closest she came was to kiss it once. Back then, she thought that of swallowing that stuff grossed her out, and she naively thought that she might get pregnant if she did. What a hoot! Poor guy. 

So on graduation night, at the party after the ceremony, she had decided it was time to "do it." There was beer, alcohol, and pot floating all over the house, kids were sprawled everywhere, and everyone was lamenting the end of their childhoods and how they now had to face "the real world." She was leaving the next day on a trip with friends, and then off to college. Although she promised her boyfriend they would try to do the long distance relationship thing, she knew full well that this guy was history after tomorrow. So she thought before she dumped him that she'd send him off with a bang, so to speak. She smiled as she caught herself laughing at her own thoughts. 

They had gone upstairs to an empty bedroom and locked the door. She lit a single candle for light. She still remembered it was Jasmine scented, her favorite. Funny the little details you remember. She took him by the hand and they sat on the edge of the bed. They both took off their shoes and socks so as not to get the bed dirty. After their eyes adjusted to the light, they began to kiss, first softly and then more passionately. But he was like a racehorse at the starting gate, raring to go! He jammed his tongue down her throat in his feeble attempt at French kissing. You'd think with all the kissing they'd done, he would have learned better. 

As they kissed, he took his shirt off, his hard, teenage chest and arms emerging into the soft light. He DID have a nice body, she remembered. He cradled her face in his hands as they continued to kiss. "Maybe he was so drunk he needed to hold on to find my face," she thought amusingly. She snickered again. She remembered how she took his hands in hers and gently guided them to her breasts. He began to pinch and roll her nipples through her blouse and bra. He unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped it off her shoulders. Her stark white bra almost glowed in the darkness. Back then, that was the only color you could get. Good ole Sears. ("Thank God for Victoria's Secret now," she thought.) His trembling hands felt their way through the padding as they continued to explore. Funny...looking back on it now, she remembers it in more clinical and scientific terms...not as a passionate moment between star-crossed lovers. More like two horny teenagers wanting to find out what "doing it" was like. Again, she smiled at the irony. 

This "foreplay master" spent all of about thirty seconds playing with her tits through her bra before he was at the bra strap, trying to get it off. She calmly reached around and 'unlocked" it (Obviously he hadn't been practicing on his sister's or mom's bras like she heard other guys did). She was shy and nervous as she now sat there, topless, in front of a boy for the first time. Back then, she was VERY self conscious about her body...what teenage girl wasn't? But, at 5'10," she was taller than most of the boys and almost all the girls. She had red curly hair, while all the boys liked the blonde cheerleader types. Now, for the first time, she was getting naked in front of a boy. She was excited but nervous. Her nipples here fully erect and clearly visible in the candlelight. He seemed kind of nervous with her topless, which she didn't know how to take. "Did he like them? Were they disgusting?" But she realized that his nervousness was probably because this was the first pair of tits he had ever seen up close. He reached over and took a swig of his beer, then turned his attention to her chest. He touched her breasts ("OH! Cold hands!" she remembered, "Next time, don't pick up the cold beer bottle first!"). 

He pinched and rolled her nipples like he was tuning a radio. It felt pretty good, but her nipples are very sensitive (he didn't know that), so he was sort of rough, and it hurt. She tried to guide his hands to be more gentle, but he didn't quite get the hint. It felt better when they laid back on the bed, and he, for the first time, got to use his mouth on her nipples. He licked and sucked on her tits for only about a minute or two, but it felt really good! Still a little rough still, but good. As he was crawling on the bed on top of her, she reached up and cupped her hand over the zipper of his pants. That boy was HARD! As soon as she touched him, that must have been his signal for post time because now the race was on to go further, because he had immediately stopped sucking her tits and straightened up, balancing on his knees so that he could start to unbuckle his belt and jeans. He slipped off his jeans and she saw his hardness straining against the white fabric of his Fruit of the Looms. She started to unbuckle her belt and jeans as well, and lifted her hips slightly as she slid them off. Here they were now, in their underpants, wondering who would make the next move.

Being a Capricorn, known for taking charge, she took over for a while. She pushed him down onto his back, and started to kiss his chest and stomach. As she did, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them down, being careful not to "catch" them on his turgid rod. She remembered seeing his cock for the first time in it's full glory, and it didn't seem as big as it had those times she had given him the hand jobs. But then again, all THOSE times, it was still couped up in his pants, which probably pushed it up and made it look bigger. Still, it was a nice cock, she recalled. Long, hard, and very nicely shaped. She looked at him. He was looking at his cock with a big grin on his face, like a proud daddy! Men! 

She resumed her kissing of his chest and stomach. She licked HIS nipples and even bit them a time or two. But now that his cock was out in the open, all he wanted was her to play with it. All those other erogenous zones were forgotten. What he really wanted was a blowjob. He tried to be subtle, but she felt the pressure on her head to move downward as he ran his fingers through her thick tresses. As she got closer and closer to "it," the pressure from him on the back of her head increased. She took his cock in her right hand, and carefully examined it as best she could in the limited light. She had never really seen one up close either. She squeezed it in her hand. When she did, a drop of fluid had appeared at the tip. She remembered not knowing what to do with the fluid. She thought he had to go pee. Curiosity finally got to her, and she dipped her finger into it. It was sticky, and very slick. It wasn't pee. She rubbed the fluid between the thumb and forefinger on her left hand, testing the consistency, all the while keeping his cock firmly gripped in her right hand. She finally touched the tip of her finger to her tongue, tasting her first bit of salty pre-come fluid (she had since learned in health class that you can't get pregnant from putting it in your mouth). 

Impatient with her distracting discovery, he shifted his hips, moving his cock in her hand and bringing her attention back to HIM...and HIS raging hard-on! She was ready to try the next step and give him the blowjob he had been wanting. The girls in gym had talked about giving them, so now she was trying to remember what they had said on how to do it. He was already laying on his back with his legs spread, so she had gotten between his legs on her knees and taken up her position. She adjusted her grip on his cock and, summoning her inner strength and fighting back the urge to puke, opened her mouth and stuck it in as far as it would go, all in one big movement. As she closed her lips around this man meat, suddenly it didn't seem small again. It wasn't a huge cock, she'd had bigger over the years, but at the time, she could only get a little past the head in her mouth for fear of gagging. She remembered that it didn't have a taste either, other than slightly salty. She kept her lips wrapped around it as she slowly withdrew the thing from her mouth. She was trying to remember all the advice she had gotten. She looked at him. His eyes were closed...and he had a look on his face like he had just seen God...so HE wasn't about to offer any advice. So she tried as best she could to give her first blowjob ("Which should be called a suckjob" she mused)! She worked the stiff fleshy rod in and out of her mouth a few times, getting it slicker with her saliva each time. She remembered thinking, when she started to pull him out of her mouth for the third time, about the commercial for Tootsie Roll pops and that it only takes three licks to get to the center and whether or not she should bite his cock after three licks. A man in the seat across the aisle looked over at her as she giggled under her breath at this ancient inside joke. 

The blowjob didn't take long, but it seemed like it. Maybe a minute in real time, as he had stopped her before he came. ( He had told her afterwards that he was right on the edge after her mouth first touched his cock.) She laid down next to him on the bed while he gripped his cock in a death grip to keep from coming. While she laid there, she had lifted her hips and slid her plain, cotton panties off, letting him see, for the first time, her red downy bush and his first coochie. Back then, nobody shaved, especially teenagers, so it was all natural and pretty wild down there. She had heard from her friends about their boyfriends "going down" on them. Apparently, some boys would lick the girls' down there too, and it was supposed to feel really good. 

At the time, she thought that no man would do that. How disgusting! But she thought back to all the times she had rubbed herself there, and how wet she had gotten, and thought that if a man DID lick her there, it would feel incredible. 

She looked over at her so-called boyfriend, still sprawled on the bed holding his hard-on. It was clear that HE wasn't going to do anything like that. He was already putting the rubber on. Where he had gotten it, she had no idea, but she was glad to see that he had one, and was willing to use it. 

Foreplay was over. In all, it had lasted about 3 minutes, with about 2 of those being getting undressed. He had now prepared his tool...it was time to sacrifice the virgin! She slowly spread her legs as he crawled up between them into the missionary position and got ready for action. The time had come... 

She helped guide him into position between her legs with her hands, and felt the head of his throbbing cock as she put it just inside the outer lips of her young, nubile pussy. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and said goodbye to being a girl. With a grunt, he pushed hard and went inside her with one stroke. She had lost her hymen years earlier to a tampon so it didn't hurt when he entered her, at least not like all the girls made it out to be. She remembered letting out a gasp at the sensation of fullness that suddenly filled her as she felt the tight walls of her pussy clinging to his condom-covered cock. Slowly, his hips began to move and she felt the hot, slick tool start to slide in and out of her wet, warm folds. But the joy of that "first time" was fleeting. His gentle first few strokes felt GREAT, but he suddenly increased his tempo and pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. (Funny, for him there wasn't)! She wasn't ready for such rough treatment yet, but he was going to come, and this was about HIM, not her! It had only been MAYBE 30 seconds of fucking and he was now done. She remembers feeling the pulses of his cock as he came. Powerful contractions that shuddered through his whole body. His face was contorted (In a funny way, he looked like he was in acute pain). She wondered if the condom was strong enough to capture the explosion of his white, sticky man-juice (it did). "That's it? she thought, "that's what all the hype is about?" For her, she had hardly even started to get warmed up before it was over! And it WAS over. Once he came, he had simply rolled over, taken another slug of beer, and gone to sleep. He got his, and she was left to fend for herself and her own needs. It was a lesson she would learn many times over the ensuing years.

She had dressed quietly while he laid there sleeping off their great night of "romance." Her first impression? "What's the big deal? It felt OK, but I've gotten off better doing it myself." She slipped quietly out of the bedroom, out of the party, and back to her house. She never saw that boy again...and left on her trip the next day...a woman! 

The plane had landed safely and she walked toward the exit and saw her best girlfriend who was at the curb to pick her up. "What a difference the years can make" she thought, as she climbed into the passenger seat. As they drove home, weekend traffic was crawling down the road. Accident somewhere up ahead was stalling traffic. It would take forever to get home at this pace. Her friend noticed her leaning her head back against the headrest, her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face. Peaceful...happy. She held her rose in her hand, and sniffed it occasionally. 

"So...," her friend started the leading question, ..."YOU seem to be in a good mood and not letting all this traffic get to you! What's your secret? And who gave you the rose?"

Her smile got even bigger. "Mmmmm, I am in a good mood!" she hummed without opening her eyes, taking another big whiff of her rose.. Her friend, of course, knew what THAT meant...she had met a guy!

"OK! We're stuck in traffic going nowhere fast. Tell me ALL about him! And don't leave out a single detail! Who is he? What does he look like? Where did you meet him?" 

A mischievous grin came across her face as she recounted the events of last night and early this morning. "Honey, I finally got my cabana boy!Except he was NO boy, he was ALL man!"

It was an inside joke. A few years earlier, they had taken a trip to the Caribbean with their now ex-spouses, and both had commented that it was such a waste to be in such a tropical paradise, with the sea breezes blowing, the rum flowing, the music playing, the water sparkling, and all that fine young cabana-boy man meat hotel staff walking around looking like they just walked out of GQ...and they were stuck with Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble. And to make things worse (or better depending on your perspective), their husbands went and played golf all day, leaving them alone around the pool to work on their tans. Little did their husbands know that they were checking out the butts, chests, six packs, and "packages" of almost every man they saw, making comparisons, noting which ones were "do"able or not. She wondered now if her ex-husband ever suspected that, later while they were making love, she was fantasizing the whole time about some hot, sweaty, faceless, nameless cabana boy being between her legs and igniting what little passion she could still muster with that poor excuse for a man. . Ever since that trip and after their divorces, the two friends had always joked about going back to the tropics and getting their cabana boy.




Cabana Boy: Beach Days



Let me introduce myself, I am Frederico. And yes, I am a Cabana Boy. It is not a very well paying glamorous job but I am grateful to have one considering the place where I come from is very poor. And there are some benefits to being on a beach all day with many lovely ladies to serve. Unfortunately, there are also men and plenty of kids running around to pester me, but hey, you can't have everything. 

I just finished getting ready for what looks to be a very busy day. I had to set up and wipe down all the chairs and make sure the beach is very clean before all the people get here. My boss is a very mean man, he also made me stock the bars and carry buckets of ice to all of them. There are only a few of us to do all this work and he sure gets his moneys worth out of us.

Once the people arrive I have to attend to their needs and make sure they have everything they need to have a great day. I really do like making the people happy and sometimes I get some tips for my efforts, so I always try to be the best Cabana Boy I can be no matter what.

As I look across the beach and it begins to fill in, I spot my favorite lady that I have seen here. She is so beautiful and so nice to me all the time. I always make sure she has everything she needs and her smile tells me she appreciates my attentions to her. She often catches me looking at her body and smiles at my nervousness as I glance away, pretending that I wasn't staring at her. I really wish that I could know her better, but alas, I am just a lowly Cabana Boy who could never get such a wonderful woman like that. I guess I will just have to dream about her. Her lovely red hair, gorgeous smile and heavenly body...Oh my, I better get to work before my boss yells at me again.

I purposely work my way over to her and greet her with my usual eagerness. "Good day, May I get anything for you today?" I almost fainted when she looked up from her book and peered at me over the top of her glasses with the most incredible brown eyes I have seen. She said, "It is so hot out today, I could sure use an ice cold water and could you also please bring me a napkin to clean my glasses, I left mine in the car." "It would be my pleasure," I replied. 

I turned to set out on my task and looked back over my shoulder for a second and to my surprise, she was looking at ME as I was walking away. An electric pulse ran through my body when I realized what was happening. Maybe I wasn't so crazy to think of us together, yeah right...get a life Rico...I didn't want to get my hopes up too high. 

I soon returned with what she wanted and asked if that would be all. With a smirk on her face she told me she was set for now but not to go too far. I assured her that all she would need to do is raise her hand and I would be at her service. "Excellent," she replied, with a big sexy smile. Something was definitely happening here.

I was very busy for a while and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the pretty red haired lady raise her arm to call me over. The crowd had thinned out a bit and I hadn't taken my break yet so I gave my boss the 15 minute signal and made my way over to her. She always sits close to the edge of the beach near some trees so when the sun is too hot, I can move her chair into the shade for her. I was prepared to do this but she had other ideas. She turned over onto her stomach and asked if I would put lotion on her back. I was again exhilarated by her and had to pull myself together to fulfill her request. I had never touched a woman at work before and my cock started to harden as I applied the oil to her skin. 

I think she enjoyed seeing my difficulty and started to tell me how nice I was to her and that most guys don't know how to treat a lady. It was very difficult to keep my thoughts together and I just stammered about it being my job and that if she was my lady I would treat her like a queen. She just moaned her approval as my hands worked over her shoulders, pressing the oil into her hot skin. She reached back and unfastened the clasp on her top to make it easier for me. My head swooned with delight as I moved down the center of her back moving outwards and I "accidentally" rubbed the side of her breasts. "Now I'm in trouble," I thought, but she moaned again and actually exposed more of her tits to my caressing hands.

By now, I was fully aroused and could feel the wetness in my shorts from my pre-cum leaking from my rigid tool. I could barely stand it and the noises from her kept urging me on to continue down her body. I moved down to her feet and rubbed them with my greasy hands, she was trembling and softly panting as I moved up to her calves and thighs. She parted her legs a bit to allow my hands to reach between. It only took a couple seconds for her to come as I pulled aside her bikini bottom to rub her clit with my thumb and push two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She convulsed in waves of orgasm and after it subsided, I withdrew my hands and reached for a towel to wipe off the mixture of lotion and her juices.

After a couple seconds she looked at me wild eyed and told me to open my shorts, I wasn't sure if I should but she grabbed the towel and placed it over my lap telling me she needed me to cum for her. I did as I was told and she oiled her own hand from what was on her body and started to jerk me off. It took only a minute or so and she had me. She used the oiled hand to glide up and down and the other cupped to catch the sticky jizz that spurted from the head of my pulsing cock. Being completely drained, I fell back into the sand recovering from the most intense orgasm I have ever had and watched as she licked my cum from her hand and then rubbed the rest onto her already oiled skin. 

She looked deep into my eyes and said, "Thank you for your awesome service and I hope you liked your tip, my lovely boy." I was fixing my shorts dumbstruck and nodded yes to her question. Right about then I heard my stinking boss ruining the moment by screaming my name across the beach. Panicking, I turned to run to see what the hell was wrong now, but I stopped and turned back to my tanned goddess and said, " My beautiful lady, I don't even know your name." She gazed up at me and told me not to worry, I would find out soon enough. God, I sure hoped so.

To Be Continued...



Cabana Boy Gets A New Job



THE INTERVIEW

Hello, yes I am back. You wouldn't believe what has happened to me with my new job. You know I was making no money at the beach and if it weren't for the beautiful red haired lady that always visits me, I would have moved on long ago. She is so unbelievable and treats me so nice; it is worth the bad pay I get from that stupid boss of mine. Anyway, you know all of that already so I will tell you of my new escapades. Well, I was looking at the want adds in the paper and saw an ad for a limousine driver. 

I said to myself, "Frederico, you can do that." So, I went down to see if they would like me. The man asked if I had any experience, I said, "I have traveled the world but no, I have never driven a limo before." 

He looked me over and said, "I have a good feeling about you, and I will train you to be the finest limousine driver around." I thanked him and told him he would not be sorry. 

Over the next few weeks he taught me all the routes and how to act and what to wear to be a professional driver. I learned fast and he was happy to see that I was doing well. I did a lot of airport runs and even though it was hard I did my best to do a good job. 

One day my boss told me he thought I was ready for a big job. All my hard work had paid off cause he was letting me take a very "special" customer to New York City with friends and he trusted me to show them a good time. Well, needless to say I was excited and thought that I had finally made it. I would do the best job I could; little did I know then how good this job was going to be.

THE PICK UP

The day finally came and I was ready for my big job. I was in my best suit and new shoes; I was prepared to have a great time. I followed the directions to the address and when I rang the bell to let them know I was there, I had the surprise of my life when who opens the door but the beautiful lady from the beach. I was speechless but I managed to ask how she knew. She calmly told me that she had overheard me talking to someone at the beach about my new job and called to order the car and insisted I was to be the one to drive. She then grabbed me by my tie and led me inside.

I asked where were the other people and she quickly dismissed it as nothing for me to worry about, "We will be picking them up soon enough." She looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and told me sternly that she was my boss for the day, "After all, I'm paying you." She said I was to do whatever I was told to do and if I was a good boy she would personally make sure I was well taken care of. At that she dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants and she put her hot mouth on my cock. I thought I was going to faint. She sucked me for only a minute or so then stood up and said, "Put that away and remember what I said about doing a good job." I managed to shake my head yes while I was fixing my still hard dick into my pants. "Oh, by the way," she added, "while you are working for me...you are to address me as Madame...DON'T disappoint me."

I thought to myself, don't you worry as I said looking down at my still bulging pants, "Yes, Madame." This was certainly going to be a memorable first night out. 

ON THE TOWN

From the time I picked her up, Madame wasted no chance to tease, tempt, and taunt me. On the way to pick up her friends, she sat in the back with her skirt lifted and running her fingers up and down her neatly trimmed pussy asking if I would like to taste her. Of course I said "Yes, Madame" and at that she slid to the front, putting her hand to my mouth telling me to clean them off good. She returned her hand to herself to retrieve more of the sweetness that was nestled between her legs. I willingly obliged and it was getting more difficult by the moment to function. My senses were overloading and she seemed to take pleasure in knowing this. 

Finally, we reached the place where her friends were and as they came out, Madame took extra pleasure out of introducing me as the new boy she had found and that I was their personal slave for the evening. The other women laughed thinking she was joking but went along with it anyway, giving me orders, patting me on the ass when I did what I was told and generally putting me in the role of servant at any opportunity. Little did they know how much I was enjoying myself and it just continued the fever at which my whole body was consumed with.

The evening consisted of me driving them from place to place for drinking, dancing and wonton craziness. The first place was a small restaurant where they could eat a light dinner before the real action began and as they all got out, Madame pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Don't even think about going off and taking matters into your own hands as they say." She continued, "I want your cum for me, IT IS MINE, do I make myself clear?" 

I obediently replied, "YES, Madame." Yes, Madame knew how to party and I was along for the ride. 

THE VISIT

At one of the last stops of the evening, while I was waiting near a club the women were at, the cell phone in the car rang, and it was Madame asking me to pick them up. I wheeled around to the front and when I got out to open the door for them, I found only Madame standing at the curb. "I needed some air," she said hopping into the car.

I just smiled, closing the door, thinking, "What ever you wish, my Dear." 

After driving only a few minutes she instructed me to pull into a parking lot and after shutting the car off she told me to come into the back with her. I slid in next to her and she immediately started kissing me and touching me all over, telling me how horny she was and she couldn't have stayed in the club another minute knowing I was outside with such a huge hard-on. But this was going to happen HER way and as par for the night so far I was to do everything that she said. Not that I had any problem with that but I couldn't let her know I was so willing to do her bidding. 

She told me to take of my clothes and lay on the floor, which was big enough for me to stretch out fully on. She enjoyed watching me undress, casually touching herself while I disrobed. She took particular glee from seeing my cock flop out, having been hard all evening it was just waiting for attention. She commented, "I see you took my warning to heart," at which I just nodded, my brain swimming in passion. 

After I lay out on the floor, she lifted her skirt and moved into position over my face. She lowered herself to my waiting mouth and like a famished animal I dove into her with my whole face, hard and fast, slow and gentle, I alternated rhythms until she was gasping and my entire face was soaked. She finally collapsed in a heap over me and moving down she started to kiss my face and sharing her own taste that was still in my mouth. It wasn't long before I realized she wasn't finished just yet. 

Grasping my penis by the based she guided it into her hot, tight hole instantaneously sending a wave of electricity through my whole body. She hissed into my ear, "Don't you fucking cum yet, I need more." With my eyes rolling back into my head I could just not take anymore and announced to her that I couldn't hold on. Her two fists came down on my chest and disapprovingly shouted, "FUCK...oh well." She then slid down between my legs and took me into her mouth as I came, looking me in the eyes while my cum shot all over her tongue which flicked back and forth over the head sending me into another world.

When I finally regained my composure, she told me to get dressed and take her back to the club, her friends were probably wondering why she wasn't back yet. 

After I dropped her back off I parked close by and sat back completely drained and satisfied. Wondering to myself if there was any more that could happen that would make that night more unbelievable. Well, it could and did.

THE RETURN

The night was drawing to a close as I took them all home. They all talked about how good a time they had and how much they enjoyed me as their driver and manservant. I was very happy that they all had a good time and the approving looks from Madame told me that I had certainly been a "good boy." After a few more hugs from the ladies, we parted their company and continued on our way to the last stop, Madame's place. 

She didn't talk much on our way home, staring out the window and listening to soft music on the radio. She did say how much fun she had and that I was everything that she had expected and then some. She also said that although she did well for herself, she would've liked to be wealthy enough to retain my services on a more regular basis. I was definitely flattered but I responded that I did not do anything that night for the promise of payment. Like our times at the beach I genuinely liked her company and was more than just fond of her. She just smiled and went back to looking at the window. This very small reaction puzzled me a bit but I just continued driving till we arrived at her place. 

She invited me in to settle up for the car. She sat on the couch fumbling through her purse for money. I told her the amount and she calmly pealed off ten one hundred dollar bills and tossed them on the table saying I could let myself out and thanks again for the good time. Needless to say although I also had a superb night, I was also a little upset that she hadn't really listened to me in the car. 

I said to her, "You think you can just throw money at me and I will just disappear into thin air." 

She responded quite agitated, "Who do YOU think you are, I hired you, I fucked you, I paid you, now it's time for YOU to go." 

I wasn't going to let her get away that easy. A mixture of excitement and fear was in her eyes as I walked up to her. My blood was just about ready to boil in passion and anger as I grabbed her gently but firmly grasping a handful of red hair. I told in a soft low voice, "Yes, you hired me...Yes, you fucked me...AND YES, you paid me...but now I am not on your time anymore and I am going to make love to you like "I" want to." At that my hand went under her skirt and I thrust two fingers into her wet slit while massaging her clit with my thumb. With a groan she leaned into me whimpering about how good it felt. I told her in the same low voice, "Tonight you will know what it is like to be a servant just as I have been, for the rest of the night you will call me Master, do you understand?" 

Another whimper from her, "Yes, Master." I was turning her own need to dominate against her and I would make sure she loved every minute of it.

DELIVERANCE

With my hand still holding her hair, I told her, "Take me to your bed, girl." She mumbled a yes and started to walk but I tugged on her red mane a bit and said sternly, "YES, WHAT?" 

She managed to reply, "Yes, Master."

"Good, now guide me to your room," I said gruffly. 

She led me up the stairs and I continued to tease her, running my hands over her ass and between her cheeks. She led me down a long hall to a lightly furnished room filled with candles. I led her to the bed and told her not to move from that spot. I then proceeded to light the candles, which put forth a soft glow on the beautiful creature before me. I asked her if she had any scarves and she pointed to the dresser and said, "Top left drawer...Master." 

Beaming lovingly at her saying "Very good, Madame."

I went over and opened the drawer and in addition to the fine scarves there was also an assortment of sex toys to which I gave a glance over to her saying "Oh, I think these will come in handy as well." I then fastened each of her wrists to the frame of her bed and the same with her ankles kissing and licking in those sensitive areas as I paused along the way. I finally had her bound to her own bed and told her that I was going to drive her out of her mind as she had done to me all night.

She moaned and said, "Please, touch me, master."

"Soon enough, Madame, soon enough." I plucked a slender red taper from one of the candleholders and from a distance of around two feet I turned it sideways to melt wax into my own hand to test the heat. I was warm but did not burn and solidified almost immediately. I then walked over to her and melted droplets on to her naked breasts, she moaned softly to find the hot wax most exhilarating, cooling on her soft skin. While I did this I held one of her vibrators against her nipples alternatively licking them to keep them moist. I moved the vibrator between her legs with the same tongue movements I had her writhing against her restraints begging for release. 

At almost the point of her going over the top I stepped back ceasing all contact. She wailed that she needed to be touched. I chuckled to myself seeing her glistening with sweat and melted red wax all over her luscious body. I them proceeded to slowly peel the hardened wax from her body, the way she responded was quite delicious, continuing to toss and moan at the slightest touch and of course I had to keep stopping to administer to her most sensitive areas. 

After the wax was removed I again thrust two fingers into her in slow deliberate movements. I then added a third she was close. I squeezed in the fourth and that was it, she thrashed about moaning and convulsing against my hand, which was soaked with her juices. I replaced my hand with my mouth so as to enjoy the musky flavor she so willingly produced. She continued to cum in wave after wave of spasms that left her winded. I finally relented to let her catch her breath and as she sat there heaving she looked at me as if her whole body was on fire and I was going to be the one to put it out. 

I untied her ankles but left the wrists tethered because I still wanted her at my mercy and I didn't want her hands to hinder my exquisite torture of her yielding flesh. I spread her legs and positioned myself between them. I rubbed her pussy with the head of my cock slowly making a path from her clit passed the folds of her lips down to her ass, up and down back and forth. She moaned and whimpered as I did this especially when I reached her bottom. I then added the vibrator to further the sensation and she just about sobbed in pleasure. I was driving us both crazy but we were too far-gone to care. I asked her in a low growl, "Do you like when my cock rubs your ass?" 

She just made an unintelligible "ummff."

"Would that be a yes?" I asked. 

She said, "Yes... master, please fuck my ass." I proceeded very slowly and I still had the vibrator in my hand so I slid it between the folds of her slippery pussy and she let out a little gasp of pleasure. My dick was still wet with all of her juices so I slowly pressed it up against her tight ass. Again she moaned relaxing a bit as I so very slowly entered her. It was so heavenly tight I thought I would lose it right there but I wanted to make it last for both of us. I held her legs high, working the vibrator and slowly sliding into her ass. She mewled like a cat, breathing erratic, and thrashed her head back and forth. I increased the pace very slightly and she responded more verbally, urging me on, asking for more...I was doing my best and loving every minute of it. After a couple minutes I went even a little faster and the dam broke. Every sound imaginable came from her mouth as she quivered in orgasmic tidal waves. Needless, to say this is all it took to send me over the edge myself and what seemed like a river of hot cum shot deep in her ass. I then collapsing on her in flurry of sweaty kisses and blowing air on her hot skin, nestling into the place where the neck meets the shoulder. 

After a few minutes, I released her arms from their restraints and toweled off her sweaty skin. She seemed to only be half aware of what was going on so I fixed her on her bed covering her with a sheet and kissed her cheek and said "Good night, Madame."

She mumbled in a sleepy voice back to me, "Good night, Master Frederico." I left a flower from the car by her pillow and let myself out. 

I could not even believe what had happened even as I drove home. It had all been so perfect I hope Madame wants to go out again soon.



Cabana Boy



The announcement that she had gotten a cabana boy, and she wasn't in the tropics, triggered an immediate response from her friend. Traffic was jammed, which was good. More time to hear the story, but she pulled into the right hand lane anyway so she could drive slower in case traffic picked up. She turned off the radio and prepared to hear the story of how her friend went back home for a high school reunion...and came back with a rose, that freshly fucked look, and announces she met her cabana boy.

"TELL ME! TELL ME EVERYTHING, YOU LITTLE SLUT!!"

She felt a little slutty, but she didn't care. She thought back to the boy under the bridge who had spread rumors about her. And how it took her four more years, until graduation night, until she had finally gone all the way. She KNEW that other girls were putting out all through school, and yet SHE was the slut! Well, if that's what they call meeting a fantasy man and taking mutual advantage of on opportunity to have the best time of your life, so be it.

'Fuck them!" she thought, "The hypocritical little bitches!" She had gone a little wild after school. While everyone was looking for Mr. Right and saving themselves for marriage (or so they said), she didn't let her single status stop her from enjoying lusty interludes from time to time. She was human. She got horny. She liked sex. She liked the feel of a throbbing hard cock satisfying her passions. Over time, she had learned that she liked the taste of cock and giving blowjobs, the feel of a man's hardness in her hands and mouth, feeling his growing lust, and finally the explosion of his salty, sticky liquid, either in her pussy or deep in her throat, igniting her own desires. She loved laying there spent, completely exhausted, and dripping with sweat next to a man in a similar condition and knowing, with pride, that SHE was good in bed! And Mr. Right never came along...Mr. Lousy Lay did.

The period of her marriage flashed through her mind. They were drunk but she managed to insist over his objections that he wear a rubber. She found an old one in a drawer. The rubber broke, she got pregnant, and had married the guy because it was "the right thing to do." What a crock! He looked like OK guy, but how did she know he was lousy in bed until she tried it. Then she had gotten STUCK with him! They tried to make it work, and for a while it did. He traveled a lot with his job which meant she didn't have to fuck him that often. He was a good provider and she was the dutiful wife and mother. On those days and nights when he was gone, she would lay in bed with her favorite toys or just her fingers, dream of her cabana-boys, and take care of herself. But after a while, the grass was DEFINITELY looking greener on the other side, and she realized that she was miserable, all because it was "the right thing to do"; not according to HER but to everyone else. She finally reached her breaking point, so she left. They were able to work out an amicable parting, and she was now free once again to choose her own path and live her own life her way, not by what society says is the right thing to do. She had dated a few guys since then, but nothing really sparked. She was glad to be on her own, but she still had lonely nights as well. 

So when she went back home for the reunion, and saw HIM, she knew where he would be before the night was over...in bed with her. It had been too long since she had been with someone, and she was hungry. When she saw him, she had found her prey.

"I met him at the reunion." she started, "He wasn't from our class though. He worked in the club at the hotel where we were holding the reunion. He was the dance instructor! He had been hired to teach the people at the reunion how to do some line dances. Guess what they were?"

"I don't know.?

"The Tush Push and The Booty Call! Two dances that you and I do every night at the club! But girl, those dances described this man...he had the tightest little ass to teach that dance that I have ever SEEN! Umm mmmm!!" she replied.

"Nice butt, huh?"

"NICE butt!!! And chest, and eyes, and hair, and bulge!"

"So what did he look like?"

"Oh honey, he was FINE! He was about my height, maybe a little shorter, dark brown hair, nice tan, nice build, not too muscular and not too fat. But he had the most gorgeous blue eyes you could just swim in! And a smile that gave you just a hint of the bad boy inside him." "He was dressed in black jeans that showed off that nice butt in the back, and a nice package in the front. He also had on a black silk T-shirt, silver and black belt, and a black sportcoat. He was MADE for sin and he could MOVE! He could shake that thang and wiggle that butt and I caught myself just watching him dance. He's probably done those same steps millions of times, but he still looked like he was having a blast doing it."

"As soon as I saw him, and he saw me, we knew. We just knew that we were going to end up together. His eyes looked at me and I could feel him mentally undressing me. And I did the same thing to him. He was about to start the lesson, so I pretended I didn't know these dances and got our on the floor behind him. I just wanted to see that butt MOVE!"

"What were you wearing"

"I had worn that little black miniskirt with the white polka dots and matching backless top. Do you remember that one? It was SO hot back home, I wanted to feel cool and comfortable. But this guy was making me even HOTTER! Besides, I expected most of those girls from my class to be married, have three kids, and have gained 80 pounds sitting at home on their asses eating Bon Bons. And since I still look DAMN GOOD for my age, I decided to flaunt it a little. See how they like me now!"

"Then what?"

"So there we were on the dance floor with him leading the class and about 40 people trying to learn this dance. He stepped through the footwork step by step, and most people tried to pick up most of them. But when he did the hip rolls and grinds on the Booty Call, I about DIED! He shook that thang like a Chippendale dancer! I got wet just watching him. Of course, I was thinking about what it would feel like to have him do that with his hard cock deep inside me too! I'm getting wet again just thinking about it!"

"I'm getting wet just from HEARING about it!" They both laughed. 

"So he was teaching all these people with NO rhythm and who hadn't been out in a club in years to dance. It was so funny. But because you and I dance all the time, I was shakin my moneymaker right back at him. God, when he looked at me, our eyes locked and I just ground it out even harder. It's like we were fucking right there on the dance floor!"

"I was getting soaking wet at this point. I hadn't worn any underwear, as usual, and my nipples were hard and the material of my blouse was rubbing them and keeping them stiff. They were pointing right at him, but I guess he couldn't see that very well with the polka dot pattern on my blouse. But under my skirt, I was getting wetter but he minute. I thought for a minute it would start dripping down my leg!" she said, laughing.

"When it came time to do the Tush Push, I think he was teasing me now. He would do little things that weren't the basic step, little wiggles and thrusts, that were meant for me, I know it! But I surprised him I think. I was wiggling and thrusting right back at him! This must be what animals do before they mate, with the displays and rituals. "

Her girlfriend was mesmerized by her story. "Then what happened?"

"After the dance lesson, they stopped dancing for some stupid awards and speeches. Which really wasn't too bad because he came up and stood behind me while they were going on. I could FEEL him behind me, I could smell his cologne. Damn, he smelled good too! Occasionally, he would brush up against me as someone passed behind him and he moved to get out of their way. One time, his hand was down at his side as he turned to look around, and it hit my bare leg just below my miniskirt. He quickly pulled it back and said he was sorry. I wasn't. I almost wished he had just reached up under there and started fingering me, right in front of everybody! So I gave him a hint. Whenever he would lean forward, I would push my ass backwards toward him! A couple times, I came in contact with his crotch, and could feel a nice bulge growing inside those jeans. He would each up and brace me with his hands on my waist, thinking I was slipping or something. He kept playing the nice guy role, even though he knew we were going to hook up later. When I would bump into him, he would back away. Finally, I saw a chance to shake him up a little. He had his hand at his side again, so I started to back into his crotch, but this time, when I saw his hand come up to catch me, I hiked up the back of my miniskirt a little and turned my butt into his hand, so what he "caught" was a full bare butt cheek! At the same time, I reached back with my left hand and gave that package a nice big squeeze through his jeans."

"You are such a tease...!"

"I know," she said laughing, " but I can't help it!"

"Then what?"

"Well the music started up again, a slow song, and he asked me to dance. This is where it really got hot ...and fun! When he put his arms around me...and pulled me in close...it was like we were two pieces of the same puzzle. We "fit" very well together. I could feel his excitement rubbing against my leg. I guess he could feel my nipples poking into his chest. And we moved together really well. He was a great leader, and we put everyone else to shame. TO SHAME! It was vertical foreplay at it's finest. 

"So what did you talk about when you were dancing? Where does he work? How much money does he make? What's his name?" her friend asked.

"You know what, I honestly don't know. And I didn't care. I remember the DJ announcing his name at the beginning of the class, but I had not paid any attention to it. We never really talked out loud that much. We were too busy seducing each other with body language, and we seemed to communicate subconsciously, without words. 

"You didn't even get his NAME?!"

"His name, my name. It just wasn't important then. Even now, it adds to the memory and mystery of the whole thing."

"OK, so then what?"

"While we're dancing, he pulls me in close and tight, and moves his head to the side so that his mouth is next to my ear, like he's going to whisper something to me. Instead, he just lets out a long, slow, warm breath that goes into my ear and down my neck. His breath may have been warm but it sent shivers of ecstasy running down me. Then he started nibbling, ever so slightly on my neck. I could feel the slight scratch of his whiskers on my skin when he did. It was driving me NUTS! I thought I was going to come right there on the floor! I was dripping wet and ready to jump his bones right there and he looked like he was just getting started! Just as the dance ended, he let his arm around my waist fall slightly, and gave my butt a squeeze as we started to leave the floor. When he did that, one of his legs was between mine and I remember feeling his leg against my crotch as he pulled me in. When he looked down, he saw the wet spot I left on his jeans, looked back at me and I just had a look on my face that said "Yeah, a wet spot! I did it! I'm horny! Deal with it!" As we were leaving the floor, I looked back over my shoulder at him and gave him a reassuring smile, as if to say "Good boy. You're learning. Yes! Do that!" I think he got the hint!"

"So then we got a drink and sat down. I sat next to him, with both of us facing the dance floor. There was another couple with their backs to the floor that were looking at the yearbook and she was explaining who everyone was to her husband. We watched the other people TRY to dance for a while, and we both seemed to notice and laugh at the same things. At one point, a couple fell right in front of our table. It shocked us both, so I took that opportunity to reach over and grab his leg, like it was a spontaneous reaction. I could feel his hard thigh muscles through the denim. He didn't react to my gesture, other than to look at me and smile, so I must've fooled him."

"But I kept my hand there. Then he put his hand on mine, and we started holding hands. Do you remember in grade school how just holding a boys hand was so daring and wild? It really felt good. I haven't held a man's hand in a long time. Without looking, he started to rub my hand, giving me a hand massage. It felt really good, but I wish he had been rubbing something else!" she laughed.

"I could tell when we were dancing and the way he moved his hands and arms that this guy was a very tactile and sensitive guy who liked to touch a woman...and definitely knew how to do it. Where he learned it... and who he learned it with... and how many...didn't matter to me because I was the one getting the benefit at the time, so I didn't ask or care WHERE he had learned how to do that! On the surface, we looked like two people sitting there watching people dance. But under the table, he's rubbing my hand. And underneath my hand is my miniskirt, and under my miniskirt is my hot wet pussy, and under my hot wet pussy is the chair, which is soaking up the juice and leaving a huge wet spot! 

They both chuckled. 

"Well, I couldn't stand it anymore. Plus...I had to pee. So I excused myself and went to the ladies room. After I peed, I had to have some relief..."

"You didn't...!!"

"Yes I did! I started to play with myself and came in about 5 seconds! I didn't even care if there was anyone else in the bathroom either that heard me. I couldn't stand it! So afterwards, I freshened up and went back out to the table, as if nothing had happened.

"When I got back to the table, I saw that he had gone up to the buffet table while I was "relieving" myself and came back with a whole plate of all kinds of foods. I started to go get some, thinking that he had gotten his just for him, but he told me he had gotten this for both of us. So I sat back down."

"Very smooth!"

"Very! Anyway, he starts feeding me! It was almost as erotic as that refrigerator scene from 9 1/2 Weeks! He picked up a succulent strawberry and dipped it in brown sugar. When I bit into it, juice started running down my chin and he wiped it away with a napkin. He had gotten some of those crisp, mini carrots and so I took one and started sucking on it like it was a mini-cock, all the while looking him dead in the eye! He flinched a little when I bit into it, and it made that snapping sound. But he got me back with the deviled egg. He took one and held it up so that it looked kind of like a pussy, and then started to lick out the filling. He would scoop it out with his tongue, very slowly, and letting it linger there before pulling it into his mouth. I just imagined him doing that to ME with his tongue, and I started to get wet all over again. Then he picked up another strawberry, this time dipping it in this luscious warm chocolate sauce that was to DIE for! Then, instead of feeding it directly to me, he holds it up high. As I look up, it's dangling over my mouth, so I get his game and tilt my head back so he can lower it into my mouth. But he just holds it there for a minute, letting the chocolate sauce dripping off of it fall toward my face. I caught most of it but some of it hit my face. It was SO erotic. It was like those facial cum shots you see in porno movies where the guy shoots all over the woman's face."

"That's disgusting!" said her friend. 

"Whatever! To each his own I say!" I've never let a man DO that, but I think it looks kind of cool in the movies. But you're getting me off track. ANYWAY, he finally lowers the berry down and I take the whole thing in my mouth and roll it around like it's one of his big balls! He seems to be loving that. We looked down and one drip of chocolate had fallen on my chest, right between my tits, where my cleavage should be. He saw it too and just bent down and licked it right off me. I thought I was going to come again right there! 

"Weren't you embarrassed or afraid someone would see you doing all this stuff?"

"Hell no! Why should I be? I hardly know all these people...they think I'm a slut anyway...I'll probably never see them again...at least not for 10 more years. So who cares? What was funny was that we had been oblivious to the other couple at the table, but when we looked over at them, they were staring at us with their jaws...wide...open! When we looked at them, they quickly looked away, embarrassed. About 30 seconds later they excused themselves, and we watched them. But they LEFT! They left the ballroom and the reunion and headed for the elevators. I guess they had "something to take care of." It was SO FUNNY!! He and I both looked at each other with that "I know what THEY'RE going to do!" look and busted out laughing. "

'That IS funny! So what did you two do next?"

"Well, we looked around and saw that the party was sorta winding down. I hardly knew any of these snobs anyway, and I had my hot cabana man looking at me, so...WE LEFT TOO!"

"NO WAY!"

"YEP! Sure did! I grabbed him by the hand and we walked to the elevator, got on, and headed for my room!"

"You're kidding!"

"Girl, if you had been there, and been as horny as I was, you would have done the same damn thing!"

"Maybe so. So now what?"

"Well, when the elevator doors shut, I reached over, took his face in my hands, and laid a huge, wet, sloppy kiss all over him. At that point, I wished my room had been on a higher floor, because I had to stop kissing him to get off the elevator!"

"So was he a good kisser?"

"DUH!! He had my knees so weak I felt like I was melting! Lips as soft as a baby's bottom and just the right amount of tongue and suction. DAMN he was good!! But with all the other qualities he had, I didn't expect him to be anything BUT a great kisser."


"I'm SO jealous! And SO wet! I wonder who I can call to come over tonight and be MY cabana boy?" 

"I know. But this ain't NOTHIN yet! So we walk as fast as we can down the hall to my room. By this time, I'm so hot, horny, and bothered I'm fumbling with the key, and I drop it. So I bend over to pick it up, and I make sure that when I do, I'm facing him and keep my legs straight so that my mini skirt rides up and gives him a nice flash of what he's gonna get...right there in the hall!"

"You are SO bad! I love it!!"

So I pick up the key and we get inside and barely get the door shut and we're all over each other. He grabs me and pulls me to him and starts kissing me again...deep, passionate kisses. His hands are roaming all over my body, up under my skirt, grabbing my ass, and I'm grabbing his. It was just a frenzy! We stopped long enough to realize that we were both really sweaty and stinky, and so we both looked at the bathroom like some unspoken signal...SHOWER! So he slips off his shoes and socks and starts to take off his coat and T-shirt. And I'm just enjoying the view! His nice hairy chest, big arms, nice flat tummy, and nice pecs all came into view. This man works out! I sat on the bed to take off my shoes, then stood up and turned around and he quickly untied the single strap holding my top on and I slid it off, giving him his first look at my boobies. Now this is where most guys get that disappointed look on their face when they see my cups don't runneth over...but not this guy. He saw BEYOND my boobs. He had a look on his face like he was appreciating a fine piece of art. It made me feel good. His look of appreciation and his slight smile told me I was in for a GOOD time! Woo Hoo! So I walked over to him and stared him straight in the eyes while I reached down and unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. Then I ran my hands, starting at his tummy, around his waist to his butt, and then helped him slide out of those tight fittin jeans. He had on some really nice boxer briefs that highlighted that FINE butt and were straining in the front to keep that big boy in! They also showed those big, muscular legs that I felt earlier. We stepped back from each other, once piece of clothing away from total nakedness, and were almost daring each other to a game of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Finally, I said "Fuck it!" and slid off my skirt. I was buck naked now! I remember thinking "Thank God I shaved before I went to the reunion" because now his eyes were looking me over. I caught his gaze going down and stopping at OP and I'm glad she had a well tended garden."




Cabana Boy



"OP?"

"My tattoo! Of the Octopus! Remember? Remember when we were in the Caribbean with the dorks and it was raining so we couldn't watch the cabana boys so we wanted to do something wild and crazy? And you and I went to the tattoo parlor? And I got the blue octopus tattoo right above my pussy?"

"Yeah, I remember that! You joked that tattoos were supposed to hurt but because of all the vibrations getting it, you were all turned on! But where did OP come from?"

"Well, he saw what it was...and where it was... and called it Octopussy, like the James Bond movie. So it's now OP for short. Actually OP refers to my pussy more than the tattoo, but it was our code word for my pussy! And since the tattoo is near my pubic hair, that's OP's garden, like the Beatles song. You know. "I'd like to be...under the sea...in an Octopus' Garden...in the shade" So I was glad that I had tended my garden before I went to the reunion."

"Gotcha!"

" So me and OP are standing there waiting for him to show us the beef, but he turns around (said he was shy) and peels those drawers down over those tight, tanned buns. Almost like a stripper does...slowly...just to tease you, y'know? Then he turns around... and I finally get to see his nice cock! Not too big and not too small. Now I know women say they like a man with a huge dick, but I don't. I've had my share of those horse dongs and the problem is that the guys who own them think that because they are SO WELL HUNG, that they don't have to know anything else or do anything else other than just pound away and they think you'll come in an instant once you've been stuffed with their big cock. Sorry, doesn't work that way for me. The stuffed feeling does have it's advantages, but I'd rather be with a smaller man who knows what he's doing and how to wield that sword with some skill! He had a nice sword, and I had NO DOUBT he had the skills to wield it."

"So we headed for the shower and let the hot steamy water splash all over us. He soaped me up first, getting up a big head of lather in his hands, the starting with my shoulders and slowly working his hands down my arms. Then he went back up to my shoulders and went down my chest and stomach. Watching him was like watching a little kid play with finger paints. He had this LOOK on his face that was SO ADORABLE, like he was SO excited, and SO fascinated by my body..even though I'm sure he gets as many women as he wants. But right then, he wanted ME, and that was FINE with me! He starts playing with my tits, rolling the nipples in his fingers, putting soap bubbles on them and then washing it off. Finally, he bends down and takes first the left, and then the right one in his mouth and starts sucking them. Now, you know how sensitive my nipples are, so you can guess that it only took about 30 seconds of sucking on his part and I came again."

"You CAME?! AGAIN?"

"Yes! I can orgasm just from having my nipples sucked! I've told you that before! Don't you remember? And it was the second because I masturbated in the bathroom down in the bar."

"Oh yeah. 

"So he starts to wash me off and he gets a BIG handful of suds and turns me around, so that I'm facing the showerhead, my back to his. He moves the showerhead to one side, so the water is now hitting the side of the stall. He bends me forward so that I can brace my arms against the front of the shower. Bending over like that creates a nice table effect with my back and butt, which is where he deposits his handfuls of soap suds. He then starts to smear them over my back and butt. God he has great hands. He's teasing me at this point. He knows I want him to touch my pussy. He SHOULD know I want to fuck his brains out. But he's teasing me in his slow, sweet fucking time! He continues to soap up my legs and calves, making sure I am clean. FINALLY, there is nothing else left to clean except OP, so he gets even more soap and starts moving a slow, soapy hand down the crack of my ass and starts to rub her, making sure everything is clean on the outside. Then, of course, he has to make sure that she's clean on the inside, so he slides his soapy finger inside me! I damn near came again! Then he puts two fingers in there and starts working them in and out. I am about to DIE with pleasure at this point! I want him inside me SO bad! But NO! He just keeps working those fingers in and out. Then...the sneaky little bastard buries a third finger, but not up my pussy. ..."

"Up your ass?!"

"Yep! That sneaky little shit! I'm so relaxed at wet at this point that his third finger just slides right in my butt. It hurt a little at first, and I thought it was kind of gross too, but it felt really different and he went slowly and gently so that he wouldn't hurt me. The neatest thing was feeling his two fingers in my pussy AND one in my ass at the same time, and feeling them rub against each other on the inside, through that thin skin that separates the two. "In fucking credible!""

"I decided I was clean enough and my legs were shaking from holding that position. He still needed to be cleaned up, so it was payback time. I lathered up my hands and started soaping up his chest, his arms, and his stomach. I turned him around and soaped up his back and shoulders too, watching the little river of soap suds trickle down the crack of his ass. I couldn't resist, so I reached back and gave him a big SMACK on his ass! It was loud too! He jumped at the shock, then just turned his head and smiled a little. Then I started working my soapy hands over his butt, and up and down the crack to make sure he was squeaky clean. Then I squatted down so that his ass was right in front of my face...and bit it!"

"You bit his ass?"

"I couldn't help it! It looked SO tender and juicy, like a peach! But he didn't seem to mind because right after I bit it, her turned around to say something, but before he could, I grabbed that wet shiny clean cock that was in my face and stuffed it down my throat! Whatever complaint he had didn't make it out of his mouth after that. I picked up the bar of soap from the floor of the shower and held his dick in my mouth while I soaped up my hands again. This time, I washed his legs, all the while giving him a hands free blow job. He tasted really good too. His cock was hot but the water was cool, making a neat contrast. It fit perfectly in my mouth and I could take it all, which he liked. I kept feeling his balls hitting me in the chin sometimes, so I had to reach out and grab them and hold on to them to stop that. At one point, I really wanted to see how far I could get his dick down my throat, so I reached around and grabbed that ass and pulled him into me. I damn near choked on it, but I got the whole thing down until his pubic hair was tickling my nose. Then I got his ass back...literally! While I had his cock all the way down my throat, I stuck my own soapy finger up HIS ass! He jumped a little at the intrusion, which almost choked me! It felt a lot like sticking your finger in a pussy but I swear his cock seemed to get grow another inch longer when I did it! I could feel his cock getting even bigger in my mouth! Then I pulled my finger out of his ass and at the same time slowly backed my mouth off his dick. They both popped out at the same time. I deep throated him a few more times but I had to stand up, my knees were hurting from squatting that long."

"We finished rinsing off and moved to the bed for the main event. God, I couldn't wait to feel that cock inside me! I turned on the radio to a smooth jazz station for some music and lit the jasmine scented candles I had brought with me and we laid down on the bed. We started kissing again for a LONG time. God, I just wanted to INHALE him! He laid me down on my back and took both my hands in his, interlocked our fingers and spread my arms above my head, pinning me to the bed. He held them there while he started kissing me all over. He knew ALL the spots to hit too! My neck...me breasts, even my belly button! He lingered on my nipples for a long time, driving me CRAZY! He knew just how to suck them, and lick them, and bite them! Oooohh!! I loved it!! I was just about to come from that when he let go of my hands and headed south. I was on FIRE for him to finally get down there! But was it worth the wait!"

"Good huh?"

"Does good describe Tiger Woods?! This guy was IN...CREDIBLE!! Now, lots of guys will go down on a woman, and some are even pretty good at it. But it seems like every man I've ever been with who went down on me always seemed to be doing it as a pre-requisite before we started fucking. This guy...ate pussy for the sheer pleasure it gave a women. I could tell... THIS guy was a pussy eating CONNOISSEUR! I'm laying there and he's slowly moving down my body, kissing me all the way...devouring me. He slides between my legs, which forces them wider and wider. He sticks his tongue down in my belly button, then drags his tongue down my stomach as he works his way down to my tattoo. He took just the point of that devilish tongue of his, the one that was eating the deviled eggs earlier, kind of appropriate huh? and started outlining the tattoo. I could barely feel his tongue touching my skin, but I could feel the cool trace of saliva he left afterwards. Then he followed the last tentacle, the one that winds down toward my crotch. He flattened out his tongue against my skin this time and ran it alongside my bush where I had shaved it. He said he was checking for stubble. So this warm, wet tongue is slowly moving up and down each side of my little landing strip, and into the crease where my legs join my hips. I was DRENCHING the sheets in anticipation of him finally getting to my pussy, but he didn't seem to be in a rush to get there. At one point, he put is face about an inch from my pussy and I thought "This is it. LICK ME!" but he didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like he was smelling the fine bouquet of a bottle of wine. He didn't need to get that close, though, because I could smell the musky, heady aroma we were putting off...well...I was putting off mostly. It was mixing with the jasmine from the candles to make the room smell of sweet, sinful, sex. He would bring his mouth down to about half and inch away from my clit, and then just breath heavily. The hot breath drove me crazy! He had done a lot of licking and blowing and getting me all worked up so that I was practically BEGGING him to eat me! He had licked and kissed all around the target, and then, FINALLY, all of the sudden, like a big dog, he just plants a HUGE lick all the way up and down the entire length of my pussy. I ABOUT DIED! He did this a couple more times, full, slow, wet licks up the entire length. It shocked me at first but it felt SO good. Now I was getting rather frustrated, wanting him to hurry up and get INSIDE, but he was working me over like he was slow cooking barbeque on the grill. He was basting the outside with his tongue, and I was steaming on the inside!"

They both laughed.

"Then he finally started to focus more on OP herself. A song with a really tribal beat came on the radio. It had a pretty fast pace too. And his tongue starts flicking at the same pace as the song. He's barely touching me with the tip of his tongue, flicking OP's lips with his tongue in time with the music. He must have known this song, because all of the sudden the drums roll and then STOP, and he stops too! When the drums start again, they're beating faster, and he's working the tip of that tongue up and down the slit of my lips in the same rhythm, gently moving in, prying them open. When the music stops again, he has his tongue deep inside me...and stops again too! GOD is was erotic! He's just laying there with his head buried between my legs and his tongue buried deep inside me, not moving at all. Nothing was happening...he hadn't even really touched my clit, but I came anyway! For the third time! So he's laying there, feeling my pussy contract and come all over his tongue, and waiting for it to subside...then he starts again. Thank God he's licking me on the inside now. He starts nibbling and sucking on my inner lips, pulling them into his mouth and the letting them go. Then he sticks his tongue out in that hard point, and starts fucking me with it! When he does, his nose starts hitting my clit and I almost jump off the bed. The first couple of times he goes kind of fast, then the song changes to a slow one and he pulls his tongue out and puts it back in slowly, VERY slowly. I can feel each millimeter as it slides inside. All this time, he really hasn't focused on my clit. He's been hitting it accidentally. Now, with most of the men I've been with...and you know this too...they don't know WHERE it is...how to find it...what to DO with it...ya know? But I KNOW this guy knows women's bodies, so I just have to assume that he's got a plan to get there eventually. But hell, I've already come three times at this point, so he's not doing too bad! And he'd been down there for at least an HOUR! Can you believe it? AN HOUR! He took his damn time and savored every inch of me. It was heaven! All I had to do was lay there and take it...and take it...and take it!! 

They both laughed again." Sounds like he knows what he's doing to me, well to YOU!" 

"Oh he did! He went back to tongue fucking me for a few more minutes. Actually, he changed his tongue to make it flatten out, and I think he was actually lapping up all the juices in there. He was making all kinds of happy, slurping noises like he was finishing off a bowl of soup...which is what I felt like down there... HOT SOUP! GOD, I have NEVER been so wet, for so long, in my LIFE! I remember he stuck his tongue deep inside me, and pulled his head back, and you could see the strands of sticky fluid from me to his face, like cheese on a good pizza. He smiled and dove back in for more. This time on the way out, he lifted up his head so that his tongue followed the contours of my pussy as it came out. When he did this, he finally dragged that tongue over my clit. Then he reversed direction and dragged it back over my clit again. Now he was cookin! Now he zeroed in for the kill. 

He put his mouth over my clit and started to suck it ...really gently. Not like most guys who just lick anywhere, hoping to hit something. He knew where it was, and how to treat her nice. He would pull my lips and clit into his mouth like he had just sucked a grape into his mouth. Then he'd let it go, then lick it, then suck it in, release, then lick it. Then he took that hard pointy tip of his tongue and ran it up the lips and under my clit, and trapped my clit between his teeth and his hard tongue. Then he started to move his tongue on the underside of my clit, pressing it even harder against his teeth."

"Let me guess, you came again?"

"Almost! But he stopped before I did. But THEN...he did something nobody else has ever done. Well, he'd already been doing things nobody had ever done, but this felt incredible! He opened me up so that my clit was fully exposed. Then he sucked my clit and the hood into his mouth and somehow continued to hold it in there with suction...while he flicked my clit with his tongue. I almost couldn't stand the direct stimulation but he knew just how to change his pressure and tempo to keep me in ecstasy rather than pain. He also was able to keep the suction going and run the bottom side of his tongue over my clit and hood. Unbelievable! I could feel number four on the way. I guess he could too because, without missing a lick, he pushed two fingers up inside me. He didn't really fuck me with them, more of like just held them there, but I could feel number four building, and as it did, OP clamped down harder and harder on his fingers. He started to flick that tongue harder and faster against my clit and the waves of ecstasy were building and crashing all over me. Number four was the biggest one yet. It literally lifted me off the bed, I was bucking all over the place and yet he was able to hang on and keep his face and tongue firmly planted on my pussy! Ride em, cowboy! Woo Hoo! God I thought I'd drowned the man! I thought he would stop after that, but he didn't. Now he started to move his fingers inside me. He said he could feel my G-spot and I think he found it because he started rubbing this one area up inside me that felt REALLY good. All the while, he's still licking my clit too. So I'm squirming all over the place trying to get away from that tongue! But I can't. I really don't want to, it's just that the pleasure was SO intense, I didn't think I could stand it! So he starts rubbing this spot inside me and at first it makes me feel like I have to pee, but as he kept rubbing, that feeling went away. But he kept rubbing and rubbing, and licking and licking and all of the sudden, I EXPLODED all over him! But this was more than my FIFTH orgasm. He made me CUM! I mean really cum, ejaculating...like a man...because my pussy started squirting out this fluid!

"Are you kidding me?"

"NO! I've heard about women in porno movies doing it but I've never heard of it in real life."

"Are you sure you weren't just very wet? God, I am... just from hearing your story!"

"I know, I'm wet again too, but NO, this was totally different. At first I thought I had peed on him, there was THAT much fluid and the consistency was different...not like pee and not like my own wetness. It didn't smell like pee, and apparently he knew it wasn't pee because he didn't get grossed out by it. But it SOAKED the bed! It was the most intense thing I've ever felt! After that, I was laying there, in this huge wet spot, and couldn't move! I was exhausted and we hadn't even fucked yet!"

"So what did you do?"

"I didn't have to do anything. He was so sweet. He gets out of bed, goes to the bathroom and gets me a drink of water. He also brings back my bottle of baby oil that I use to take my makeup off with. I'm thinking "NOW what does he have in mind?" but at this point, he could do just about ANYTHING he wanted and I wouldn't mind. So he rolls me over to a dry spot on the bed, and I'm on my stomach now. I'm thinking at first that he's going to try and fuck me up the ass, and use the oil to grease it up. But he climbs on top of me and pours the oil on my back and starts to give me an incredible massage."

"NO WAY!"

"YES! And he was GOOD at it too! He worked out all the little kinks in my neck and back. He poured the oil all over me, and then rubbed it in with his hands, but a couple of times slid his whole body up and down mine. He rubbed my feet, my butt, and my legs too. This guys unbelievable! I mean, he's already been eating me out and making me come five times in one hour, and we're having this wild, hot, sweaty, jungle-fucking, animalistic time, and then he switches course and starts doing this romantic full body massage. I wanted to marry this guy right there! He had incredible hands, to go with that incredible tongue, which went with that great butt, and those killer eyes. This guy was a dream."

"Does he have a brother?" The both started laughing at her friend's joke.

"Don't know. But my initial thoughts did pan out after a while. He took lots of oil and dribbled it on my butt and let it trickle down the crack. He started massaging my butt and would let his hands "slip" occasionally and his oily fingers would slide easily into my pussy. A couple of times, he also slipped a finger into the back door, but it felt good, and he told me that if he did anything I wasn't comfortable with, just tell him to stop and he would. I believed that he would too. And he was really careful not to put a finger that had been in my butt into my pussy. I've heard you can get serious infections that way. And he never really fucked me in the ass, and I don't know if I wanted him to, but I did let him play with my ass and stick some fingers up there, and that was OK. Actually, I've never really had someone play with my ass, but it felt really good!"




Cabana Boy



"Didn't it hurt?"

"Not really. I was VERY relaxed, and when he first started playing back there, he stayed on the outside. He started massaging me and loosening things up. When he tried to go in the first few times with his finger, I would clamp down and tighten up, but he would just keep massaging and I would relax again. Then he slowly slid his finger in, stopping just after it went in for me to get used to the feeling and see if I wanted to go on. It felt weird at first, but not uncomfortable, so I told him it was OK. So he slid his finger in a little deeper, and stopped. He kept doing this until his finger was all the way in. Then he started to slowly pull it out, doing the same thing...asking me if I was OK. It took a while for me to relax and open up enough to let him finger fuck me, y;know actually going in and out, but once he did, it wasn't bad. Now, I don't see how those porno actresses can take those huge cocks and get ass fucked THAT hard and not feel it! I guess they build up to it. But I can see how fingers or a smaller cock might not feel too bad up there. 

"Jury's still out for me. I don't know if I want some guy messing with me back there" 

"Well, that's your choice. For me it was a nice experience but, no pun intended, I wanted to move on. I had recovered from all my orgasms and gotten my second wind so he went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and came back to bed. Now it was MY turn! I could hardly move...but I wanted to give back as good as I'd been getting. So I had him lay down on the bed and propped his head up on all the pillows. I climbed on top of him, straddling him and bent down and kissed him. My hair fell down around us and tickled our faces as we kissed...and kissed...and kissed! I've never liked kissing that much, maybe because my ex was lousy at it, but I couldn't stop kissing this guy! I moved down to his neck and tasted the slightly salty taste of a light sweat. I licked his neck, his ears, and down to his chest. I sucked his nipples. First time I've ever done that to a man. I let my hair fall and tickle his chest and face as I moved farther down. I also used my nails to scratch...not hard...his chest and stomach. I worked my way down to that nice cock of his, which was at about three quarters erect now. He spread his legs wider to give me better access so I settled down between HIS legs to go to work. I held my head over his cock, letting my hair tickle it. It responded by growing a little harder. Then I took it in my right hand and felt it's heat, and pulse. I could feel the blood rushing through the veins. I gave it a gentle squeeze. With my other hand, I reached down to cup and fondle his balls. He had nice big balls, and I couldn't wait to drain every drop of cum out of them! I started giving him a slow, steady hand job, just keeping him warmed up. That practice on my boyfriend back in high school paid off nicely here! I looked up toward his face, and noticed he was watching my every move, with an appreciative smile. But his cock needed some lube, so I broke my eye contact with him and gently put the head in my mouth, while I still jerked the shaft with my hand. I tried to let as much spit and drool as I could muster dribble down his cock, and work it in with my hand. Now things are slipping and sliding pretty good. I get into a good rhythm with my mouth and hands, taking him in my mouth, and then as I pull it out of my mouth...wrapping it with my hand. When I went back down with my mouth, I'd lead with my hand and flatten it out against his stomach as my mouth took more and more. At one point, with his cock deep in my mouth, I looked up at him. He said he loved seeing that, the eye contact with his dick in my mouth. So I continued to suck and work his shaft with my mouth, staring him dead in the eye. It was pretty erotic for me too. Whew! I kept licking and sucking him, then moved his cock aside and kept stroking it with my hand while I licked and sucked his balls. I would suck each one in my mouth and roll it around like a big walnut. It made a popping sound when if came out of my mouth. I licked the skin between his balls and his asshole. A girlfriend told me that was a really sensitive area and apparently it is. Then I started doing these long licks up the entire length, from just above his asshole, along that sensitive skin, up through his balls, and up the shaft of his cock. When I got to the top of his cock, I put my mouth over it and went down on it as far as I could go, then took it out and backtracked the same way I came. His cock was rock hard after all of this, and I didn't want him to come before I got that thing inside me, so I got a condom off the nightstand, unwrapped it, and put it on top of his cock. Then I went down on him again, unrolling the condom onto his cock with my lips...getting it all nice and wet for action. So when the horse was ready to ride, I climbed on! He didn't seem to mind that I was on top, so I straddled him, lifted my hips up, held his cock steady, then slowly impaled myself on him. Going in, ever so slowly, it felt SO good...I thought I would pass out. When he was all the way in, I just sat there for a minute, motionless, squeezing his cock internally with my muscles. I reached behind me and played with his balls too. Then slowly, I lifted myself off that hard rod until just the tip was in, then sank it home again. I started building the pace, each time taking him in and out the full length. He put his hands on my hips to guide me and to hold me steady, but I was riding that pony good, until I got a cramp in the back of my leg! I had to stop and get off and he helped rub it until the knot let go. But then I climbed right back on, but this time, he held me down on top of him with his hands, not letting me go up and down. But he started rocking my hips back and forth, which rubbed my clit along his pubic bone. Here he was, had already made me come four times, and he's still trying to get ME off, again! It felt good but damn it, I wanted to FUCK! He started to sit up and at the same time wrapped his arm around my waist, holding us together while he flipped me on my back, missionary style. Now he started pounding into my hot wet pussy like nobody's business! Sometimes slowly, sometimes fast and hard. This guy knew how to fuck a woman! He might be fucking someone else right now just as good, but I don't care, because I had him then, and IT WAS GOOD! His cock was just the right size, not too big, not too thick. OP was hungry for that wiener and she ate it UP! This went on for a LONG time, and like a good dancer, would change his moves every so often. First my legs were on the bed with knees bent, then he put my legs on his shoulders, then he took them off his shoulder and turned me on my side with my legs scissored so that he's fucking me sideways, then he rolled me over all the way onto my stomach and was fucking me from behind while almost laying on top of me, then he grabbed me around the waist and rolled us both over so that I was on top again, lying on top of him as he fuck me from underneath. Then he pushed me up so that I was facing away from him and I was on top again and did a few squats on his cock, then he pushed me forward again and now we were into doggy style. I liked this position. It was a little bit hard for him, because I'm so tall, to get the right angle, but the feeling of his balls slapping into my pussy and clit was setting me up for another huge orgasm. A couple times while he was fucking me from behind he would snake that finger into my ass again or give me a hard slap on my butt, but at this point, I didn't care. I was getting the best fuck of my entire life from my dance instructor cabana boy whom I would never see again, so it just didn't matter!! He could tell I was getting ready to come again and I could tell that he was getting ready to come too. His breathing was getting deeper, his pace was quickening, and he was slamming that cock home deep inside me with every stroke. He held onto my hips, driving that hard-on even deeper. When he did, drops of sweat popped off of both of us. We were drenched in sweat, cum, oil, and spit. I was moaning and groaning loud enough to hear through the walls, I'm sure, but I didn't care who heard us. We were two souls of pure lust and we didn't care! He must have felt my orgasm start, or I felt his, because we BOTH cried out "I'M COMING!" at the same time and exploded in pure pleasure all over each other. I was having massive contractions, trying to milk every drop of cum out of that gifted cock. I could feel his contractions too as that hard cock pulsed and twitched deep in me. I knew that each one of those pulses and twitches was shooting more and more hot cum out into that condom. It felt like he came about a gallon! We both let out one loud final gasp, which coincided with one last wave of luscious ecstasy, and collapsed onto the bed with him behind me, spooning me. If I'd had a heart attack and died right there, I would have died a happy woman."

"I think I would have too!"

"We laid there for probably 10 minutes, unable to move. We felt the ripples and spasms of our dying orgasms fade away. We felt the small contractions of strained muscles that come after a great workout. I felt his cock, that wonderful cock, going softer and softer inside me. I felt very mischievous all the sudden. He had given me SO much pleasure, I wanted to do something unique and memorable for him. So I pulled my hips forward to pull myself off his dick, then turned around to face him. I was laying next to him, propped up on one elbow, and reached out with my hand and slid the condom off his cock, using enough pressure make sure I scraped every drop into the rubber. He was watching me as I worked his cum down into the tip of the rubber and started playing with the condom a little. There was A LOT of cum too! I was watching him watch me, and I got this idea. I think I had seen it in a porno movie once, but I took the condom, tilted my head back, and turned it upside down, and let all that sweet cum drip into my mouth! A cum shooter!

"No way! You didn't!" 

"I sure did! And more, I even rolled it around on my tongue, let a little spill out onto my lips, and blew bubbles with it. He watched me the whole time as I played with his cum, obviously enjoying the show. Finally, I swallowed it all with one big gulp! Now, YOU know that in all the years we've been friends, I've NEVER swallowed or let a man come in my mouth! I always thought that was TOO gross. And yet, here I was not only swallowing his cum, but PLAYING with it! Drinking it out of a rubber! I don't know what that man did to me, but I LIKE IT!

"Sounds like your cabana boy corrupted you"

"In all my life, in all my lousy lays, I have NEVER come during sex without doing it myself, now with this guy makes me come SIX TIMES...AND SQUIRT! I've never let a man play with my ass, and I let him stick his fingers up mine! I've never swallowed and now I'm DRINKING his cum like a Jello shot! I'd say this guy did a little corrupting. I wish I could have thanked him though."

"What do you mean?"

"We had been having sex for almost four hours! The sun was starting to come up and I still had my plane to catch today. I was exhausted! We got up long enough to take another quick, hot shower together to rinse off and we went to bed. I curled up in his arms and we fell asleep. Sometime after that, he must've got up and left. When I woke up, there was this single red rose on my pillow." She sniffed it again, closed her eyes, as if to relive each moment it signified. 

"Oh, That's sweet! But don't you feel dirty or shameful knowing that he was only a one night stand and you'll never see him again? Aren't you mad that he just left? Aren't you jealous that he might be out giving some other woman her cabana boy fantasy?"

"Hell NO! Do you think HE's sitting around jealous that I might fuck somebody else? No! Listen honey. I don't like one night stands because it implies one person using the other, leading them on with lies and promises of a future just to get them in bed. And most of the guys who want one night stands aren't anyone I'd want to sleep with. This wasn't like that. This was a HOT man who understood our mutual consent to just FUCK! No strings, no commitments, no entanglements. We both knew the deal going in so we weren't using each other. Well, yes we were, but in a physical sense, not an emotional one. . We both knew this wasn't a "relationship." We both knew that we were horny, attracted to each other, available, and took advantage of the opportunity. What's the harm in that? Maybe some women have to be in a "relationship" or be married before they'll give up the goodies to a man. Been there, done that! You have too. And what did it get me? Stuck with a lousy lay! So no, I don't feel guilty. 

"When I left town all those years back, I got laid THAT night too...badly! This time, when I left town, it was a whole different story! I'm still sore from all the fucking we did! I'll feel him in that respect for a few days. But look at us. Here we've been sitting in traffic for over an hour,...and I'm soaking wet and I bet you are too!"

"Yep"

"Why? Why are we not mad as hell with road rage right now? Because some man...500 miles away..fucked me SO WELL last night that just the story of how he did it... and the memories of it... are enough to get me wet all over again, and to get you wet too. Now if you tell a friend and I tell another friend, that's four women who will be wet and excited about what this man did. And if he does that to another women and sends her home, she'll be spreading the word too. So how can that be a bad thing?" 

"Last night was like our trip to the Caribbean a few years back. It was paradise! It was romantic! It was sensual! But it was also an escape from reality! When we were on vacation, we had a great time. It was relaxing, invigorating, fun, and recharged us to go face our real world again. But you and I knew that we would eventually have to go back to our own lives and couldn't stay in paradise forever, and that right after we left, some other pair of dissastisfied housewives would be dumped a the pool by their husbands, they would be at the same pool in our deck chairs, drinking the same drinks, and playing who's "doable" just like we did. Are we jealous of them for sharing the same need we have to relax? No! We had our turn, so why begrudge them theirs? This guy was just like that. Being with him gave me THE most incredible sexual experience OF MY LIFE! Maybe I can go back home again and he'll give me another one. Maybe not. That's not the point. I know he didn't learn all those tricks and skills without practicing on SOMEBODY. But since I received the benefit of those skills and talents, why should I care who else he does it with as long as he does it as safely as he did with me? Hmmm? Think of it this way. If I could take him home and keep him in a cage all to myself to fuck all the time, that would be like trying to buy up that resort we stayed at so that only I could have the benefits of it. I had my time. Why not let other women enjoy that gift too? If they do, then maybe they'll know, like I do, what we've been missing...how good it CAN be...and that it's not OUR fault! Maybe, if more women fuck him and go back to their husbands and boyfriends and say "You're not doing me right!" maybe we can start getting more men to fuck us like we want to be fucked! Not this "Well, I've got a minute or two before halftime's over" crap! And if it takes angels like that man doing one night stands with frustrated women like me, then so be it!"

"Amen to that!"

She looked up toward the roof of the car, but actually was looking beyond into the sky. "So whoever you are, wherever you are...THANK YOU! Thank you for fucking the shit out of me! Thank you for fucking all those other women so that you learned all that stuff! Thank you for showing me a little piece of paradise! Thank you for making me come so much it hurts! Thank you for sharing a part of you with me...and Thank you for my rose. I'll always treasure it, and the memories we made together! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!"

The car pulled up to curb and she got out and got her bag from the back seat. As she walked toward the door, her friend yelled out, facetiously, through the open passenger side window "Do you think they have dancing at the next reunion?" 

She continued walking toward the door, but looked back with a big grin on her face, "I sure hope so!"



Cabana Crazy



My mobile phone rang off and I glanced at the text message. I called my assistant and told her to clear off the rest of my afternoon. 

This is not an original story; I guess in most ways this kind never is. It started simply enough. My wife Yvonne and I had met another couple of similar age, temperament, interests, and we all hit it off really well. Jack and Caitlynne like Yvonne and myself (Rob) were young, married, and looking for a good time. We had a lot of fun together and things reached a high point when Jack was offered a great deal on a two-bedroom cabana in The Islands. For the cost of airfare we were there.

Unfortunately Jack hadn't been given or didn’t quite get the whole story. The cabana wasn't a two bedroom - it was just two large beds in one large room. It didn't take long for us to move in and work out an arrangement of privacy hours so that each couple could couple in private. For the first five days of our vacation in The Islands the arrangement work perfectly. Yvonne and I screwed our brains out and the lazy grins on Jack and Caitlynne's faces seemed to indicate they were enjoying much of the same. 

Until it started raining.

I mean really raining - like some kind of monsoon or something. The staff told us it would probably last a little more then two days and that we should stay indoors to avoid flooding. So we stayed indoors and started drinking - a lot. As we all got drunker it didn't take long for the subject of sex to come up and things quickly got pretty randy and very raunchy. We knew we were really drunk when Jack produced a deck of cards and announced that a strip poker game was beginning - and we all drunkenly agreed.

I think Jack was cheating because it didn't take long for him to have the girls down to their bras and panties. Then I had a streak of bad card and was soon down to my boxers. Then Caitlynne lost her bra and I found myself staring at her perky tits until my wife poked me in the ribs. Then Yvonne lost her bra and I watched Jack drool over her excellent breasts - until he got it in the ribs. Then I lost and off came the boxers. 

Now I must say that I'm above average in the endowment department and with the warm tropical weather I knew shrinkage wouldn't be a problem so I ceremoniously doffed my shorts and stood proud. The girls hooted and clapped and Jack covered his eyes. I sat back down and enjoyed watching the girls lose their panties. The scene was so sexually charged that I was already mostly erect and I could smell the girls. 

The girls started to chant "Jack…Jack" while I just sat back and watched. I was hard and throbbing at my full 7-3/4 inches. Jack did a caricature of a strip tease pealing off his shirt and pants. His boxers bugled out as he bent over and pulled them quickly down to his ankles and step out. He straightened up and I found myself staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen in the flesh and it wasn't even hard. I looked over at Yvonne and her mouth was hanging open. She was flat out gaping at Jack's cock. The tension in the room was stultifying. Then he started to get hard.

If I had ever wanted to see a 12-inch cock, well there it was. Jack was hung, no doubt about it. Like I said I always felt fine with my 7+ inches but this unholy flesh pipe was amazing. Hell if I was a woman I'd be checking him out. Well I wasn't but Yvonne was and she did. 

Caitlynne broke the silence saying we should all call it a night. I was blown away when Yvonne objected saying it was too early. Looking back I would say that things went a little crazy after that. 

I went to the bathroom and when I came out Jack was sitting on their bed with a slice of orange in his mouth and Yvonne was trying to bend over and bite it. Jack's knees were together so that Yvonne had to straddle his legs to get closer. As she got closer Jack was leaning back further and further. Suddenly Yvonne slipped and fell on Jack who fell back on the bed. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Yvonne had fallen on Jack and trapped his cock between them, her thighs were spread wide and her clearly aroused cunt was wet and dripping. Her tits were on his chest and they were both laughing hysterically - I sure wasn't. As Yvonne struggled to sit up I watched as her cunt rolled onto his cock, he wasn't in her per se, but her cunt lips were spread wide over his girth. 

I heard Jack say, "Hey Yvonne looks like yours is even bigger then your old mans." I knew that he was referring to his own cock that was jutting out from my wife's thighs. I also knew that he had a clear view of her cunt. What I didn't know was what Yvonne was doing until Jack said, "You keep that up and we'll have a real mess here."

Yvonne insisted she wasn't doing anything. She lifted her hips up and broke contact with Jack's cock. What she did next blew my mind.

Now Yvonne was certainly no prude, we had visited nude beaches and we had heard others making love before but she had never, ever done what she did next. She stood walked over to me grabbed my cock and sat on it! She started to fuck me right in front of Jack and Caitlynne. She may have been fucking me but the show was clearly for their benefit. She worked up and down my cock. I watched entranced as Caitlynne positioned herself over Jack and worked her cunt slowly down onto his huge cock. I felt Yvonne shudder as she watched. After a few minutes of mutual fucking Caitlynne announced she needed to pee. As she stood slowly Jack's cock reappeared hard and wet. It was amazing that it had all been inside her a moment ago - even Yvonne said something to that effect. Caitlynne smiled and said it wasn't really any big deal and that once you got used to it was just another cock. 

Yvonne argued that twelve inches was not just another cock. Jack said that she could try it out; he didn’t mind. Yvonne demurred until Caitlynne said she could give it test-drive if she wanted - she didn't mind.

Hey was I not in the cabana or something? Yvonne simply stood up and walked over to Jack and Caitlynne’s bed. She stroked Jack’s cock a couple of times and then proceeded to sit on it. 

I watched with growing anger as inch after inch disappeared into my wife's cunt. She bottomed out with about four inches to go. I figured she would stand up and come back to me - I figured wrong. She was determined to get those last inches in - very determined. I was about to yank her off of him when Caitlynne returned and walked right over to me, knelt down and started to blow me. Needless to say my anger was slowly distracted away. When she decided I was good and wet he straddled me and sat on my cock. I was surprised at how tight she felt given that she'd just been riding big boy over there. There were more surprises to come.

As Caitlynne bounced up and down on me she whispered into my ear "I know you're a better lover than him – prove it to me." Ah the competitive instinct, that I could do - so I did. I rolled to the side until she was flat on her back and pulled out of her. She pouted a face at me until I started to kiss my way south and then she smiled. 

I kissed and licked her nipples hard. I tongued her belly button until she squirmed and giggled. When I reached her cunt I licked her into frenzy - she got loud fast and the reaction was completely unexpected. As Caitlynne began to moan and writhe I actually heard Yvonne ask, "What the fuck is going on over there." She was serious - my wife, who without even a 'do you mind’, had slipped off of my cock and onto another man's was asking me what I was up to? Go figure. My mind was made up; I was going to make this the most memorable fuck that Caitlynne had ever experienced.

I returned to licking Caitlynne’s cunt adding a finger or two as the situation dictated. I licked her straight into a huge orgasm I wasn't messing around. She came with a shout and a tremendous shudder. I paused for a moment until she said the magic words; "I need you in me right now." I was no fool so I immediately climbed on and slid right in. She met me thrust for thrust and she was soon on the way to her second orgasm. The only problem I had was that I was right on the edge of my own release. Just as I was about to slow down Caitlynne wrapped her legs around me and did a series of hip lifts that took us both over the top. She screamed, I roared and I emptied my balls into her like I hadn't emptied them in years. We just grinned at each other and laughed like a couple of goofy teenagers.

A grunt and a pained "be careful" caused us to turn to look at the occupants of the other bed. Yvonne was on her back with her knees up by her head and Jack was slowly feeding his huge cock into her. She seemed to be having a mild case of indigestion. 

I knew what the problem was, Yvonne was not much of a natural luber-upper. What she needed was a thorough pussy licking to be properly juiced. On her own she just never seemed to get wet enough. I mentioned her need to Jack and he responded by pulling out and looking down at her cunt. "Sorry man, I feed the pussy, I don’t eat it. I'll get some lube," He scampered off to the bathroom as I rolled off of Caitlynne and laid on my back. I didn't want to even look at Yvonne. 

Jack was back in a minute or so and slathered on a handful of goo all over his cock. He lined up and began to push into Yvonne again. "SHIT! Slow down! OH FUCK!" She was being stretched beyond her comfort level and I wasn't about to say a word. Jack bottomed out in her and paused while she got used to his size. Evidently he didn't wait long enough and as he began to move again, the noises Yvonne was making were not the ones I associated with her enjoying her self – oh well.

Caitlynne looked at me and asked if I had another round in the chamber. I shrugged and she leaned over and began to suck me up to readiness. It didn't take her long at all. I think a major factor in my rapid recovery was the fact that she took me into her mouth while I was still covered in our juices - Yvonne would have insisted on me clearing up before doing something like this. Caitlynne seemed to enjoy her efforts almost as much as I did. I decided to do something I'd never done before - I went down on Caitlynne's cum-filled cunt. 

I never thought I'd eat a cream pie but I didn't mind it at all. Caitlynne absolutely loved it - she was cumming again in minutes. She just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. We seemed to have discovered the source of multiple orgasms for Caitlynne - I went for the crowning glory of orgasm - I reached in with my index finger and hooked it up to rub her G-spot. She made such a racket as she started to cum that Jack stopped fucking my wife and watched in amazement. 

Then he started to pound into Yvonne with a determination to beat his wife to the finish. Yvonne was panting right along with them all the while casting glances over at Caitlynne and I. Caitlynne went rigid and silent. Then her legs slammed together trapping my hand and she screamed in release.

I slowly extricated my hand from between her legs. Caitlynne's eyes were fluttering and sweat covered her body. The bed was soaked beneath her bottom. The smile on her face was incredible; another satisfied customer I though to myself.

Jack and Yvonne were changing their position. Yvonne got into her taking it 'doggie style' pose and Jack lubed up again. He worked his cock back into Yvonne who huffed and puffed to accept it. Jack was either tiring or simply taking his time because he was now fucking Yvonne with slow short strokes.

When I turned back to Caitlynne she was holding the tube of lubricant. I didn't understand at first until she mouthed the word 'anal' and then the word 'virgin.' I wondered how she knew until I realized she was talking about herself. Hot damn this incredible woman was offering me her virgin ass for me to fuck. I lubed up and then I did a very unkind thing. Yvonne always travels with a special pillow case - she has this thing about putting her head on strange pillows. I reached past Caitlynne and grabbed the Yvonne's special pillow and stuffed it under Caitlynne's hips. Caitlynne pulled her knees up and apart and I lubed her offered rectum. For the first time in my life I slowly pushed my cock into a woman's ass. I hooked her ankles over my shoulders I reached to finger her clit and cunt but her hand stayed me - she'd cum enough - this one was strictly for me.

On the other bed Jack was straining for the finish and finally got there. A loud grunt and a final thrust - answered by Yvonne's 'ow' - and Jack was done. He pulled his rapidly softening cock out and sat up to watch me fuck his wife in the ass. I thought he might tell us to stop, instead he seemed to get off on watching his wife take me in her ass. Yvonne on the other hand was not as enthusiastic or encouraging about the ongoing activities. I didn't care because in a rush of intense heat - I came. It was a wickedly erotic orgasm, like none I'd ever experienced. It just popped up out of nowhere and rolled on and on. It was easily the longest sustained orgasm I'd ever experienced. I pulled out of Caitlynne slowly until with a slurpy pop of release I was out of her ass. I looked down as a stream of cum began to trickle out of her ass. I removed Yvonne's pillow from beneath her and flopped down be side her. I was done for the night. Caitlynne snuggled next to me she was one satisfied woman. Evidently Jack was also finished, which left Yvonne. Yvonne hadn't come and she was not happy about it. I was falling asleep fast, I figured to hear an earful in the morning.

When morning came I heard the distant pounding of a new swell. The surf would be up and I was determined to enjoy it. I crawled out of bed and got my trunks and surfboard. I leaned down to kiss Yvonne and saw Caitlynne in my bed. The activities of the past 24 hours came rushing back. I looked over to the other bed and saw my wife in the arms of another man - my stomach did a funny kind of flip-flop thing. 

Fuck it - I went surfing.

Three hours later, completely surfed out with a huge smile plastered across my face I stored my board and walked into the cabana. It was quiet. During my time in the water I'd had a chance to think about what happened. I was stilled pissed at Yvonne for hopping onto Jack's Tower of Flesh but I had to admit that my romp with Caitlynne had been well worth it.

I was starving so I headed for the kitchen to scarf down some fruit and croissants; I saw Caitlynne sitting on the veranda and joined her.

"Hey what’s up Caitlynne? I just had the best surf of my life.” 

"What’s up right now? Probably Jack." The sarcasm in her voice was edged with anger. “Your wife and my husband went 'shopping' about an hour ago. For some strange reason one of them seemed to think that they needed to take the tube of K-Y with them." 

I looked at Caitlynne and saw a very beautiful and very pissed off woman. “You know what I want to know?”

Caitlynne looked at me and shook her head, then added a shug.

“I’m wondering how many times we can cum before they get back?”

The answer was eight – five for her, three for me. She was swallowing my third as we heard the Jeep drive up.

Yvonne was frowning and walking kind of funny. Jack was smiling and positively strutting. Caitlynne and I exchanged glances and silent guffaws. I guessed, and Caitlynne would confirm it later, that Jack had indeed fucked Yvonne in the ass. The nine-hour flight home that afternoon was going to be more than a little uncomfortable for my wife.

It turned out to be a fairly quiet flight also. Yvonne didn’t say a dozen words to me. Halfway through the flight Caitlynne gave me the high sign and I headed back to the restroom. She whispered in my ear, I smiled and she nodded.

I unzipped and sat in an unoccupied seat. I fished my hard cock out and Caitlynne was immediately sitting on it. It didn’t take but three minutes for me to be shooting into her.

It took about two weeks for Yvonne and I to get back to being comfortable with each other. There were some pretty heated arguments, but we’re OK now.

As far as Jack and Caitlynne went we didn’t spend much time with them after the Islands vacation. Yvonne was happy to find friends in other places. I found that I didn’t really miss either Jack or Caitlynne. I didn’t miss Jack because, well, I just didn’t. I didn’t miss Caitlynne because I didn’t stop seeing her. We get together when we can.

She was the one who sent me the text message. Unfair to our spouses – yeah, but the sex is unreal.



Cabana Girl



The year I turned 18, I got a job that summer at a beach club to earn money for college. I had already served several older girls when I was in high school. My mom, who was divorced, knew I was lesbian but had no idea that I was a sub. She would have been totally shocked to learn what her sweet little girl had become.

At the beach club, I worked at the outdoor cafe from 11am till 3pm, and then was free. Like most waitresses, I was mostly dependent on tips for my income. The second day on the job, I had at my table Karen, about 40 years old, 5'7", very voluptuous, a Spanish looking woman. She was not pretty but very sexy, the way she moved her body. She had long black hair and wore a rather brief bikini for a woman her age.

While I served her lunch, we chatted a bit. I had trouble taking my eyes off her body, which she noticed. I blushed when she looked directly in my eyes and asked my name. "Sue", I said. We chatted a bit. I told her I was 18 and saving for college next year. She gave me a $5 tip, which was the best I had gotten so far. I thanked her profusely. She gave me an enigmatic smile.

She came back the next day. I was so pleased to see her again. While I was serving her, we talked quite a bit. I felt thrilled when I saw that she was looking at my body, my boobs and my ass. I have a nice figure for a girl my age.

This time she gave me a $10 tip. When I picked it up, she had already left the table. I ran after her, thinking she had made a mistake. When I caught up with her, she said, "No, sweetie, that is for you. When do you get off work?"

I said, "3pm, Mrs. K." She said, "Call me, Karen. And why don't you come to my cabana after you get off work so we can get to know one another a bit better."

My heart beat so fast. I could barely get out "I will be there!"

For the next few hours, I was just going through the motions, not knowing what lay in store for me with Karen. Having put on a little makeup, but now wearing a bikini, I arrive at 3:10 pm, at her cabana and knocked. Karen said, "Come in, Sue."

I opened the door and stepped into her cabana. She had just gotten out of the shower and was drying herself with a towel. She locked the door and sat down on the bench, finishing drying herself off. She hardly looked at me as she asked questions and I answered. But she dried herself thoroughly and then started combing out her beautiful hair, standing naked in front of the mirror.

I tried not to look but could not help myself: I noticed her large fleshy thighs, her hairy pubes with the protruding pussy lips. I felt a deep thrill go through my body, an electric charge in my groin. I wanted to worship her, to serve her any way she would have me. She asked if I had served a dominat woman. I told her I had served two older girls in high school.

She asked me what I had done for them, to tell her in detail. As I answered, she sat down on the bench and used the towel between her legs, exposing her vagina completely to me.

She saw I was breathing fast and having difficulty answering her questions.

She said, "Sue, take off your bikini." I obeyed immediately. She pointed down to the ground.

I got on my hands and knees. She said "Crawl!"

I crawled to her so that my head was almost between her legs. I could already smell her strong female scentl.

She put her right hand on my head and pushed it down gently till my head was between her legs, which she gently closed.

I began to eat her out. Soon, I could taste her wetness on my tongue. She began to breath more deeply, inhaling and exhaling, occasionally saying words in Spanish that I did not understand.

When she wanted me to stop or go more slowly, she would squeeze my head; and then let go when she wanted me to lick deeper and faster.

It took almost 20 minutes till she had a very powerful orgasm. She was moaning so loud, I was afraid we could be heard outside. 

She sat quietly for a while, as her legs and lower belly slowly stopped quivering. I was very happy!

Then she got up, and without saying a word, picked up a $10 bill and gave it me, turning to go into the inner part of the cabana.

I left the cabana, feeling more sexually excited than I had ever been in my life. I first went to the Employee's Ladies Room, but there were two other girls there, so I immediately left.

I remembered a storage room with the waitresses uniforms. Fortunately, it was unlocked. I went to the back, took off my suit, laying on the towels, and fucked my cunt with my fingers for almost 45 minutes. I had 3 huge orgasms. I soon became Karen's sub/slave.

I almost lost my job because of Karen. The third week of the season, after I had been serving Karen for two weeks, she seemed to ignore me. She would still eat in the restaurant and tip me but not ask me to her cabana to service her. I was getting more and more anxious and depressed, thinking she no longer cared for me the way I so deeply cared for her.

I finally blurted out to her, "Karen, don't you like me any more?" I was almost crying. It was so awkward, right there in the outdoor restaurant.

She smiled and said, "Sue, I've been busy lately. But you can meet me tomorrow at 11 am in the Women's Solarium." I felt so happy and relieved: I was on cloud 9. I started work every day at the restaurant at 12 pm, so I was really looking forward to spending an hour sunbathing with Karen.

As I headed to for the Women's Solarium the next day, I remembered that staff were not permitted to use it. But at 11 am, that hopefully would not be a problem, as the solarium was generally almost empty. After lunch, by 2 pm, the 40 beds filled up quickly and in fact women often made reservations for a certain time.

However, when I got to the entrance, Cheryl, the girl who managed the Ladies' Solarium, said rather snidely, "Sue, you know the Solarium is only for members, not staff, what are you doing here?"

I said the Mrs. K. (Karen) was expecting me, that she had told me to meet her there. Cheryl said, "OK, go in and talk to her but don't stay more than a few minutes. I'll get in trouble if management knows I let you in. Mrs. K. is in #38. I don't think anyone else is in here yet."

I thanked Cheryl and headed back to #38. The "beds" were actually little booths with just enough room for a small platform bed on which to sunbathe nude. There was some privacy in each booth, as there were walls without a roof around each booth, so the only way to see in was if you happened to pass right in front of a booth or stand in front.

Karen was lying on her back nude, her head to the door, so she didn't notice when I squeezed myself into the booth, as she was half asleep. Lying that way, I could again appreciate what a fantastic body she had, not just for a 40-year-old, but for any woman. Her breasts were even larger and fuller than my 38dd set. She was probably a 42dd. Yes, there was some sag, but not much. As I squeezed past her to the foot of the rubber mat on the platform bed, she awoke from her nap and smiled at me, saying, "Lovely Sue, take off your bikini, sweetie, so you can relax here in the sun with me."

I said, "I'd love to, but Cheryl, the girl at the front, told me that staff is not supposed to be in the solarium. She said that I could talk to you for a few minutes but then had to leave." Karen commanded, "Rules are made to be brokern. Take off your bikini, Sue." I immediately obeyed. She lay back, her head on a little rubber pillow. She told me to rub her down with baby oil and do a good job on her tits and legs. Having studied Swedish Massage a bit, I was able to do a pretty good job of it.

In about 5 minutes, her nipples were rock hard, sticking straight up, her large reddish brown aureolas had expanded to double the normal size, and her neatly trimmed slit was glistening with her girl-cum, where I had massaged her pussy lips. She said, "I'm ready for you, darling, eat me deep." I started to protest that I had to leave, but Karen cut me off imperiously, "Now, Sue, do it!"

I lowered my head between her spread thighs and licked her puffy cunt lips long and slow till her pre-cum was smeared around my mouth. I was getting more and more excited. Serving her these last few weeks, I had gotten to the point where I was able to orgasm just by eating out Karen.

Karen started to breath harder and faster, moaning so loudly I was afraid someone might hear us. She gasped out "Sue, stick your tongue all the way in, come on, bitch, do it NOW!"

Her ass started grinding up and down. I knew she was near, and I was very excited myself. I felt my love juices trickling down my thighs and my pelvis ripple with the pleasure building up in my loins.

Karen was thrashing about so much that it was hard to keep my tongue in her wide open cunt.

She almost screamed out, "Sue, suck on clitty, come on, come on BITCH, do it now."

I took her red, swollen, pulsating oversized clit in my mouth and sucked on it for a just a few seconds, although it seemed a wonderful eternity of love and devotion. I was myself beginning to orgasm. I was losing it could not continue much longer.

Then she bucked up, screaming something in Spanish and fell back exhausted.

As I withdrew my face, I looked up to see Cheryl, standing amazed at the door to the booth, her mouth wide open, her face red with excitement.



Cabana Massage



"30, 60 or 90?"

"hmm...what would you suggest?"

"Para me, Seniorita, I would chooce za 90, but wis za deluxe packaje."

"Deluxe package? What's that?"

"Dos Hombres, quatros manos."

"hmmm...anything better than that?"

"Si, Seniorita. Za locacione. Take za VIP cabana y you see nussing but za waves y za san'. No ozer cabanas around."

"hmmm...that sounds interesting. Let's do that one."

She gave her room number and looked toward the beach wondering where the VIP cabana was hiding. In less than an hour the sun would setting and she would be closing in on a place she had longed for since she landed: sleep.

Jorge escorted her to a small golf cart and watched her white cotton sarong wisp around her legs while she stepped into her seat. She sat cross legged, leaning against the frame of the cart and watched through the frayed brim of her straw sun hat as the waves crashed to the shore. She watched the tires of the cart crush a path through the sugary sand, smiled to herself then kicked a sandal free and let her toes drag lightly across the sand as they drove. It felt hot and the warmth of the sun blushed the tan skin of her calf and foot. She sighed audibly and closed her eyes, turning her face to hanging sun. 

Jorge watched her. He drove, but he watched her. He loved American women. This one was particularly wonderful. "Puneta!" he kept repeating under his breath. He loved how they all wore bikini's everywhere. He loved their oversized sunglasses and hats. The woman to his left had one of those hats and her sunglasses seemed exceptionally large. Her sarong was longer than a lot he'd seen, but it was sheer and hung from her hips tightly only to fall gracefully past her thighs and dance at the bottom with the weight of the tiny knots tied to the frayed ends. She wore a matching white bikini top that covered very little. Even her pedicured toes matched: french with neat white tips. "Puneta!" he grunted to himself.

She looked toward Jorge and noticed that the hotels had all vanished. They were past them all. Lost in the trance of the sea she hadn't realized how far they had driven, how far they were from her hotel. 10 minutes into their ride and the cabana was in view. The beach was vacant of footprints, vacant of divots, it was absent of just about everything, especially people. They pulled to a stop and they cabana was directly between her and the crashing waves. She slipped the driver a handsome tip as he pointed to the cabana.

The sun was sitting almost at line of sight. She pulled down the brim of her hat, stood and looked toward pending bliss. Someone had raked all the sand around the cabana and the 100 yards or so that lay between her and it. There it sat, it's rivets carved carefully, unbroken all around her. She couldn't resist the urge and kicked her sandals free. Stepping softly, she waited for the sand to break under her toes and the she dug them in, curling and crushing it between them. The crust baked on top gave way to a cooler bed beneath and each step she took she relished the sensations.

A turquoise sky was melting into a bluer ocean and behind the gently ruffling cream drapes that hung from the four corners of the cabana, it seemed to be exploding with vibrant shouts of color. Shadows were growing longer and stretched from the darkening cedar posts across the snakes of sand delicately raked beneath her feet. Inside the cabana was a plush massage table, aimed parallel with the water line. Anyone lying on this bed could turn to watch the waves roll across the beach in all their wonder while some expert kneaded and pushed away all the aches that had been stored away. She stepped closer, hearing soft music as she approached. It was light and beckoning, and it clung to the drapes like wisps of cotton candy, trilling out into the air and dissolving on her skin. 

Two men stood on either end of the table, hands clasped behind their backs and hiding their eyes behind dark aviators. They stood rooted to their spots, sentinels at each end, dressed in matching linen uniforms. Entering the cabana, she removed her hat and sunglasses, placed them on the warm sand and smiled at the man who stood at the head of the table. He took her extended hand and bowed to her, lightly kissing her just below her wrist, then hummed deeply, "Welcome, Seniorita."

He was tall, fine featured and clearly not hispanic. His sleeves rolled to his forearms and other than the two buttons in the center of his shirt that held it on his body, it hung loosely and comfortable from his broad shoulders. He was athletic and muscular, lean and fit. He hadn't shaved in several days, the growth even, but tempered.

"You may change here and if you should need anything, you only need ask. My name is Carmine Estacion and my assistant is Senior Cruz. Beneath the table there are towels, a robe, and an assortment of beverages."

Carmine turned and pulled a thick braided rope. Carmel colored drapes uncoiled from the ceiling on all four sides and formed a changing area for her. Senior Cruz and Carmine Estacion disappeared behind the fabric and waited.

She stood motionless, analyzing who would have their hands all over her. Senior Cruz looked native, and though he hadn't spoken, she guessed his linguistic skills were limited to spanish only. He was taller than most of the Mexican men she saw, still, he wasn't taller than his white associate. They both looked strong and capable and she realized quickly she was attracted to them. 

She untied her sarong and let it fall to her feet. Carmine watched the sun project her silhouette against the rear curtain and smiled to himself. His eyes roamed over the shadowy images, swallowing hard. Her hair tumbled to mask her face as she looked down to guide her hands as they pushed the tight bikini bottom off her hips. His smiled melted to awe as she bent over to remove the bottoms. She turned to face the sun and unsnapped her top. Carmine knew he was in trouble. Senior Cruz swore under his breath. "Puneta!"

"Carmine, can you raise the drapes? I'd like to look at the ocean."

"Seniorita, you are not wearing your robe or towel."

"Carmine, do as you're told."

Carmine tugged the braided rope and slowly the drapes began to recoil towards the cedar ceiling where they had been hidden.

She watched the carmel linen roll up revealing the view she wanted. The waves thundered mercilessly against the pitched beach. Their fight was endless, their stamina marvelous. She loved the way the freshly bathed sand shimmered, reflected the sky like a darkened mirror. The wind was soft and lightly tickled her skin and feathered through her hair. She stretched her hands high above her head and arched her back, inhaling deeply, then purred like a languid cat. Her exhale was purposefully demonstrative. Carmine and Senior Cruz had been hidden from her view while she undressed and she was unaware of their secretive admirations. She moaned her exhale and accentuated the curve of her back, pushing her erect nipples as far forward as possible and rounded out her perfectly tan buttocks with the bend of a knee for an impressively effective seductive stretch. She had wanted a reaction from her audience, surely her figure and pose deserved such. She had been openly gawked at the moment she exited the cab to her hotel. Upon leaving her room, clad in the white sarong and bikini the was an embarrassment for coverage, the looks lasted longer, the chirping had begun from the less disciplined admirers and even the other women began to shoot her jealous looks. Surely, with nothing on, the sun dancing across her beautiful navel and hips, shimmering across her heavenly breasts, this sort of stretch and sultry moan would exact a reaction. They were motionless. Stone cold statues. The only hint of acknowledgment, maybe, was she thought she caught Carmine clenching his teeth through the corner of her eye. When she glanced his way, he was facing her, but made absolutely no movement or sound to indicate he was even alive. Senior Cruz was just as resolute. She smiled to herself and simply offered a "hmpf" as she turned to lie on the table.

Faustino Cruz held his breath. He was determined not to show her how she affected him. The moment he saw her coming he swore under his breath. "Joder!" "No shit, Faustino. Don't screw this up," Carmine had warned him. They had worked together for the last two seasons and had almost instantly felt like the other was a brother. Faustino had made his way from one resort to another from Peru until he landed here, in Cabo San Lucas. He lied about his masseuse experience but his customer reviews were nothing short of amazing. He was often requested and soon was promoted to the VIP cabana where he met Carmine. Carmine was in his early 30's and took the younger Faustino under his wing, made sure he was given equal shifts and taught him how to look out for bigger tippers and how to handle American women vs Europeans. He taught him to learn his customers approach, to read their body language, and how to adjust the pressure and intensity of his massage without having to ask. Faustino finally confided, admitted that he won his reviews by providing sexual favors to his clients. Carmine frowned when he told him, warned of the danger and risk that entailed, and mostly Faustino listened. 

When their client lay on the table, face down, Faustino exhaled. Then he flashed his enormous smile at Carmine. There was no doubt what he had in mind and Carmine Estacion was worried this was a woman beyond his self control. The problem was, he had already read this woman and knew what she needed. Perhaps, if she had been less beautiful, less tempting, he could easily dismiss his own need. He knew he could give her exactly what and how she needed it. He knew that he could make her beg him, that the massage would open up a gateway for her she had never known. That she would thank him, and that she would be exactly what he wanted. The knowing was the problem. 

"Seniorita, please enjoy the view. For the next 90 minutes you will be in complete bliss. We will use a combination of oils and lotions designed to bring extreme comfort and pleasure to your whole body. Are there any areas in particular that you would like us to pay special attention." Carmine asked because he had to, but he already knew what she was going to say. 

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find all the right spots." She raised her ass in the air slightly and audibly exhaled. 

Standing at her feet, Faustino Cruz had planted his eyes squarely on her ass and when she raised it up he felt his cock harden when he saw a glimpse of her pussy.

"Very well. Enjoy." Carmine hummed, watching her nestle into place.

She turned to look out at the ocean. The sky had turned to a steely blue, where a few long stretched clouds were lighting on fire. The sands looked more like brown sugar. She had waited for this moment since she arrived. This time the exhale was for her.

Faustino and Carmine lathered their hands in oil, then looked at each other quickly. Both turned their attention to the magnificent woman and tried to hide a guilty smile. Carmine fanned out his hands like the wings of a bird, thumbs side by side, and placed them at the top of her back, then gently slid them down the curve of her spine. His hands were large by any standard, and together they easily spanned the whole of her back and curved down her sides. He pushed past her small waist, leaning forward, up the curve of her hips, rounding the whole of her ass cheeks and then let his fingers slide down to her sides. He pulled his hands firmly back up the sides of her rib cage, her breasts and then back up to his starting position again. Faustino's hands began at her ankles, then ran up her calves, fell to the inside of her thighs and all the way to the base of her ass, letting his fingers glance the inside of her pussy, as he went, then, as his hands neared Carmines he dropped them to the outside of her thighs and firmly back to his origination. They worked in unison, allowing the oil to heat her body beneath their hands and kept an even, steady, comforting pace. She softly moaned as their hands neared each other.

Carmine knew he was finished when he touched her body. Her skin felt electric to his hands, seemed to shoot energy and fire through his fingertips straight to his chest. This woman was a goddess. She lay before him, slowly writhing beneath his pressing palms, moving with him, accommodating her body to him as if she were the one giving his hands a massage. He tried to focus his thoughts away, think of something to distract him, but with every soft moan that escaped her mouth he was forced back to what she was doing to him. He had massaged many women, many backs, this one, he told himself, was no different. But the way she moved, in rhythm, in harmony with him, it was if she was making love to his hands. He had been focused so intently on staying in control he hadn't looked up to see how Faustino was fairing. 

His friend had become more and more brazen with his technique. As his hands approached her inner thighs, she raised her hips slightly, accommodating him just the same. He had been more liberal with is focus. His fingers stayed at the base of her pussy longer, lightly rubbing them and softly exploring the insides in a circular motion. He would rub and gently prod until she moaned to his satisfaction then return to work on her calves and feet, then back up to her thighs and pussy again.

Carmine's cock lept in his pants. This woman was too much. He caught Faustino's eye and gave him a quick nod.

Faustino held the oil bottle above her still gyrating hip and let a large amount dribble on the small of her back until it pooled up in a neat oval. He began to rub it all over her ass until it was a glimmering shiny piece of perfection. Carmine leaned forward, this time purposefully pressing his hips against the top of her head so she could feel the bulge in his pants hardening. He began to circle the small tight ass hole with his fingers, spreading her cheeks and pulling them apart. Faustino slid both hands beneath her thighs and toward her hips, then lifted so her back was arched, ass sticking up in the air. He began to rub his fingers down her slit, exciting himself at the discovery of her wetness. She moaned for him to continue. "Puneta!" he grunted. 

She ached for them. She had never had two men at the same time before and the thought made her extremely excited. Would they know what they were doing? She wondered as Senior Cruz had rubbed up and down her thighs. He lingered so often at her pussy she was convinced he was intentionally trying to arouse her. She moved her hips to meet him, enjoying the massive hands of Carmine as he stroked her sides and back. She grinned at her success. Yes, she had succeeded with her stretch and pose earlier, even if they had done well to conceal it. She moaned louder each time the Mexican caressed her pussy and thighs. She even raised her hips to help him a few times. She thought of her boyfriend back at the hotel, groggy from the flight. He would come out of the shower to find her note. What would happen if he found her somehow? She realized that she was turned on by the thought. Her insides seem to light on fire and she knew in moments she would be soaking wet. Two cocks was enough to drive her mad with desire and lust but the idea of her boyfriend catching her with two strangers, stuffing them inside her made her almost delirious with smoldering rage like passion. If these two pool boys did well, maybe she could find a way to come back and drop hints to be found. The plan was growing inside her mind and she was getting wetter by the second.

As Carmine's bulging pants pressed against the top of her head she knew she would fuck them both. His fingers found her ass hole, circling and probing. Faustino had shoved a finger inside her pussy and was beginning to slowly finger fuck her. Their intentions were clear. 

"I didn't know this was part of the VIP service," she moaned.

"Yes, you did. You knew you wanted to this when you paid for it at the desk. I knew it when you stepped off the golf cart."

She said nothing to Carmine. He was right. "Dos hombres, quatros manos" had sent a shiver down her back and she had thought, even if briefly, about two men, fucking her like a whore in a cabana where no one was around. She could completely let go there. No one would judge her. She could let out all these wild inhibitions she had, until now, kept locked away inside her. To be manhandled, have her pussy stretched, her mouth forced as wide as possible, made to take a thick cock down her throat until she gagged simply made her lose her breath in a wave of lust. 

Carmine pressed his finger inside her ass and slowly began to massage from the inside, then back out and in again. 

"Just like I thought." Carmine grunted. "You can't wait to get fucked like a dirty little slut, can you?"

She said nothing to him, but inside she was churning. Her pussy throbbed. It ached to be stretched out and pounded.

"Nothin' to say?" "Can you start to behave properly if I roll you over? How well can you keep quiet with Faustino's cock stuffed in your little cunt? Think you can still keep quiet then?"

Suddenly, she was turned over, lying on her back. Faustino took her by the ankles and pulled her toward him until her ass was hanging half way over the edge of the massage table. He lifted her legs and pushed them toward her shoulders. She was throbbing and now her face was no longer hidden. They could see her biting her lip, see her panting. Carmine pulled the drawstring loose on his linen pants and let them fall to his ankles. He wore nothing beneath them and his cock now stood half-erect pointing at her right shoulder. He inched closer so that it slid across the slide of her neck and past her chin. She licked her lips instinctively and gripped the sides of the table. His skin was so soft and smooth sliding across her body. She wanted to taste him, to feel him expand inside her mouth hear his grunting. Faustino had his head on the side of one of her thighs and was kissing and gently sucking all around her wet cunt, making small pocking noises as he went. She was writhing her hips beneath him, fighting against his firm grip to push herself closer to his mouth. Her body was beginning to shake and quiver with anticipation. There was no use pretending she didn't want them both, her body was betraying her.

"You're just going to... force yourself on me, Mr. Carmine? What if I report you?" She questioned with a mocking tease. 

"Oh, my dear Ms. Baur, I could take you right here, right now on this table until you begged for mercy, twice."

"I never beg anyone for anything."

"Twice," Carmine repeated matter-of-factly and held her eyes until she looked away. 

He unnerved her. Physically, he was incredibly attractive, there was no doubt, but the way he seemed to be reading her, no not her, her body, like he was tied in to the all nerve endings running to the very tips of her fingers. He could simply look at her and know what she wanted without even speaking. To his enduring credit, he even said what she wanted to hear...and seemed to coax out of her what she always wished she could have said before. And yet, none of it seemed rehearsed, but authentic. 

Carmine hooked his hands under her arms, said something to Cruz in spanish and they gently pulled her shoulders and legs around until she lay across the table horizontally. Carmine let her head lie gently in his hands and then lowered it until she hung suspended, staring at his enormous nutsack. From this angle, his cock looked down right monstrous. Carmine moved his hips closer and let the underside of his shaft brush forehead, then he slid it down her cheek until his balls flopped against her temple. She whimpered softly. 




Cabana Massage



" 'Tino, tongue-fuck her. Do it 'till she cums." Carmine grunted out the instruction, never looking away from her face, watching his massive prick rubbing across her face. 

"mmmm... but...I....I...have...a .... I have a boyfr...." She protested weakly, feeling Cruz's tongue flattening out to a thick, strong penetrating muscle. 

"Joder! Me gusta! ....Me encanta tu culo" Faustino mumbled between her legs. His tongue was everywhere. He licked her ass as often as her pussy, driving his tongue into both. She couldn't resist, and she bucked her hips toward his mouth. She began to set the tone, the rhythm even, bucking against his mouth, making him push his flattened tongue against her hardened clit. She flicked her tongue out without thinking, searching to taste what she felt on her cheek. 

"You like what 'Tino is doing down there? I'll bet you do. You think you'd like my cock in your mouth? It's pretty big. I'm not sure you can handle it." Carmine rubbed his cock across her gaping mouth and pushed her upper lip awkwardly inside out. 

"Give it to me!" She groaned, not really caring who took the order. "MMMMMYYEEEOOOHH...Shit that feels good!" She squealed under Faustino's practiced tongue. He pressed his thumb against her ass and probed her tight little hole, sucking her clit inside his mouth.

"You want him to stick his fingers up your ass, too? Look at you! You fucking love it!" Carmine taunted her. He reached down and began to grope her breasts, heaving and falling as she panted breathlessly.

"YES! MMMMM" She lifted her hips, improving Cruz's access.

"Now, how about this cock. You think you are ready for this fat fucking cock...?"

She reached her arms up and took ahold of Carmines taut ass cheeks and tried to maneuver his cock to her mouth. He held it in his hand and rubbed it's soft underbelly across her face more, past her lips and over her eyes, circling across her cheek and then back to her mouth. She laced his cock with her tongue, and moaned for him to put it her mouth. Carmine straddled her head and let his balls fall into her gaping mouth. She eagerly sucked, inhaling one, filling her mouth. Her tongue slurped and bathed him, slithering around it like a hungry snake. Carmine continued to assault her nipples with his fingers, tugging and pulling at them. They grew harder and harder with each tug. He leaned forward and began to suck on them, nibbling gently and tugging them with his teeth. 

"Look at your perfect little body, Ms. Baur! Shit! You are so beautiful. You will beg me and beg me to fuck you like the little slut that you are, won't you!"

"Please! Please! Put your cock in my fucking mouth, damn fucking tease! GIVE IT TO ME!"

Carmine aimed his cock at her mouth and pushed it past her lips, slowly, allowing her to realize the girth of his member. It barely made it past it's head and her lips were stretching. This was massive and Ms. Baur knew it was too big. Carmine massaged her neck softly. "Relax..." he calmed. "Relax, baby, you can take it..." He took it out of her mouth and let her breath. Concentrating was near impossible with Faustino continuing to pour on the onslaught to her sloppy wet pussy. She took Carmine's cock in her hand and pulled the head into her mouth, getting it as wet as she could, then stroked it while she licked and sucked the underside. Faustino slipped a finger inside her pussy, then a second and began to stroke her G-spot, curling his fingers against the tough wall of nerves and muscle. She bucked against his finger and eager mouth and her first orgasm erupted inside her. It came quick and hard and her body shook violently. Faustino, let her cum in his mouth and held his fingers motionless while she subsided in pleasure.

"Good girl," Carmine praised. 

She rolled to her knees and wrapped her arms around Carmines neck. He held her waist as she kissed his mouth. Her mouth was magic to him. Utterly perfect in taste and texture. Her lips were outlined with what seemed traces of tupelo honey and melted into weapons that shook him with sensations that soaked his spine. Carmine hummed loudly and thankfully as she released him. Her hands traced the contours of his body and her lips followed, kissing his torso down to his erect cock. 

"mmmm...that's fucking nice," she purred while she took it in her hands. She slipped it past her lips again, slowly impaling herself on him. Faustino rubbed her ass cheek and watched her bob her head on his buddy's massive prick. Carmine thread his fingers through her hair and gently pushed her farther onto his cock with each descent she mustered. His head lolled back and the muscles in his body began to tighten. The setting sun warmed his backside as he dug his feet into the sand. Somewhere gulls were screeching, a tambourine chiming to the steady thudding of the waves deep baritone behind him. He looked down at her slurping mouth that had taken in half his cock. She was determined to swallow it whole. Faustino smacked her ass and she lurched forward, taking in another inch of the cock. He pressed her hips down until her knees spread. He pushed her farther until her pussy was already opening for him. Her beautiful back curved to accentuate the round perfection of her ass. 

"Me encanta tu culo!" He bellowed again. It was amazing. He slid his cock into her pussy and she let out a satisfactory moan. He spanked her again and watched her cheek smart and blush. He held her at her hips and began to pound her pussy, gaining speed and power. She moaned for him again, reverberating on the impaled cock of Carmine.

"That's it! Take that cock in your mouth, like a dirty little slut!" She moaned as Faustino's balls slapped against her pussy. She pushed back against him, gyrating her hips and shaking the cheeks of her ass as he impaled her. Carmine grunted as she slurped him. He held her face steady against the rocking of her hips and body and thrust his cock into her mouth and down her throat until she gagged and choked. She had never been so roughly manhandled, so completely dominated before. She was made to do whatever these men wanted her to do and to her great surprise she was begging for more, aching for them to fuck her harder, fuck her more, make her squeal and moan.

She pulled off, gaping for breath. "I love it how you fuck my mouth!" She clawed at Carmines loins and turned to face Faustino. "C'mon Poppi, give it to me good!" Faustino reached up and took her by the hair, taking a messy clump and pulled her head back to him. Her body contorted and she felt her pussy stretch even more as he drew her closer. Cruz smacked her ass hard with his free hand and plowed into her pussy. 

"Oh! Fuck yes! Like that! Fuck me like I'm your little dirty whore!" She could feel another orgasm coming and Faustino showed no signs of slowing. He let her hair go to hold her with both hands, slamming her body into him as he thrust forward. She moaned, swearing and squealing with lustful greed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She bellowed. 

"Yes, just like that. Beg for it...Beg for 'Tino to fuck you...cum for me, my little slut..." Carmine had her face in his hands and he had bent down to look at her while he taunted. He kissed her panting mouth and gently sucked on her lower lip. "Mmmm," he mumbled, "just like honey..."

Faustino had not slowed and her orgasm was beginning to ripple through her like liquid. "Peeson Ku mar pleas!" he shook and began to tremble as he said it. Suddenly, he stopped and repeated himself again and again, looking to Carmine for some sort of help.

"Now go swallow your reward...you've made 'Tino cum faster than I've ever seen it happen..."

She spun around and took his cock in her hands and began to slowly lick the underside of his tingling prick. She could taste her juices all over him and it excited her even more. She smeared her lips all over the end of his cock, like a messy and sloppy kiss. Faustino shook and groaned from somewhere deep inside his belly, a sound she knew and recognized. She swallowed his cock and let him spew his semen into her mouth and down her throat. She stroked him while he shuddered and spurted again and again. She swallowed, licked his head and sucked gently again. 

Ms. Baur closed her eyes and let the taste of him settle on her lips and tongue. She smiled to herself and softly exhaled satisfactorily. So far this had been much more than she had expected and mighty Carmine still had a cock full of cum waiting for her. She listened to the crash of the wave behind her and felt the radiance of the sun warming her naked backside. The juices from her pussy had dripped down her thighs and they glistened, making a shimmering reflection for Carmine to enjoy.

"Ay yi yi..." Faustino muttered, snapping her back from her brief hiatus. 

"Indeed." This was a new voice, neither Faustino nor Carmine, but one she knew well. A tingle ran up her spine and she turned to see the familiar face of her lover. How had he just shown up. This place was practically off the map and the attendant seemed to tell her that this was VIP, exclusive, private...was he pissed? Suddenly, all the thoughts of coming back to this place with him, to do this again with him here seemed completely out of place. He was going to kill them all. She was sure of it.

"Don't stop on my account. You're clearly enjoying yourself." He stepped toward her, eyes glowing and hands buried in his pockets. "I guess we're lucky that this place is so secluded, otherwise half of fucking Cabo would have heard you moaning while this mexican was fucking the shit out of you."

She opened her mouth to speak, to excuse herself, to say something but nothing came out. She just stared at him open mouthed, cum still hanging from her lips and Faustino's hands still somewhat tangled in her hair. "Look at you..." he said, eyeing her from head to toe, seeing her glistening thighs and open pussy, the tiny droplets of sweat beading up on her back and arms. "Did you enjoy yourself? Did you like being fucked like that?"

Still she could not answer.

"C'mon," he stepped closer, a small smile curling across his face, "you can tell me how much you liked it. It's damn clear you did like it from all that moaning and grunting. Did you like having two cocks in you? Did you like to be stretched out like that and choke down this guys huge dick at the same time? She stared at him shocked. How long had he been there? Was he mocking her or...did he actually enjoy what he saw?

"How long have you been there...watching me...watching us?" she stammered.

"Oh, baby, I've been here for a looonng time." His smiled widened now and he stepped close enough to touch her. He could smell the sex in the air, thick and heavy, even the light tropical breeze did nothing to alleviate it. He reached out and placed his hand on her reddened ass. He slowly traced the contour of her cheek with his fingers, splayed out like a fan. They crested at the apex of her curve and then trailed down to her little asshole. He paused, pushed slightly, watched her inhale at the pressure and then chided with that lazy grin, "Well, they left me something, at least." He turned to Carmine and they both eyed each other.

"How was she?"

"Not yet finished," Carmine replied, "...and, clearly satisfaction isn't something she is...familiar with." He trailed off with a certain air of accusation.

The boyfriend circled behind her, dragging his fingers across her ass like he would on a chalkboard as he went, his attention focused squarely on Carmine.

"I had heard you could guarantee it, in fact. You came highly recommended." 

"I don't understand what is going on...do you two know each other?" Ms. Baur swung to sit cross legged and stared from one to other.

Carmine spoke first, "I don't know this man and I have never seen him before."

"Well, I knew she would be too much for you, Carmine, and well, your friend...Faustino, is it? His reputation is, spot on, I see. Eager isn't he." 

"I don't follow." Carmine eyed him suspiciously. The way he talked to them all, as if he everything was his plan, bothered him and he felt anger beginning to grow.

"Carmine, my girlfriend has some needs that I cannot fulfill all alone and I needed to be sure that she was in...how should I put this...capable hands." He took Ms. Baur's hand in his and leaned against the massage table. "You are not only a fantastic masseuse, but Faustino assured me you wouldn't be able to resist her." Carmine shot a nasty look towards his friend who simply shrugged and smiled broadly in return. He should have known. It was like Faustino to be tricky and try to set something up like this. The boyfriend continued, "I know how she moves...I can only imagine when you saw it for the first time what it did to you..." He trailed off and watched Carmine's face change, knowing what memories, albeit fresh and recent, were churning inside of him.

Ms. Baur sat motionless, stunned at the revelations. Inside she was furious her boyfriend had set this up, relieved he was not angry, and if she let it take root and grow, turned on and hungry that he not only willed this but that Carmine and his massive prick were still an option for her. She turned to her hands and knees and sat on her haunches, breasts hanging between her arms. She bit her lower lip and arched her back slightly, pushing her chest out towards Carmine. He looked at her with wider eyes, shot a questioning glance toward her full time lover and saw he had smiled crookedly. She crawled toward him, moving like a magnificent cat, sliding her legs softly against each other as she went, rolling her shoulders the way a lioness would as it stalked. Carmine may have some reservations about being played, she thought, but there is no way she was losing her chance at him. The boyfriend stepped toward her and placed his hand back on her ass, licking his lips expectantly as she moved toward Carmine.

"Mmmm, Carmine. You were right, I'm not satisfied yet," she pouted, "...and you promised I would beg for mercy. Twice." She raked her nails down his chest and then cupped his balls in her hands, tugging softly with her nails.

Carmine grunted a laugh and took her head in her hands again, pulled her to him and kissed her as deeply as he could. He pulled her up to him, taking her ass cheeks in his hands and pressed her body against his aching cock. "You want him to watch you get fucked, is that what gets you off?" He eyed her, saw her face twitch with excitement. "Or...yeah...that's what you need...every fucking hole filled don't you! You want to have his cock in your mouth while we double up on you!" She moaned as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked longingly at him, "Yeessss....please, Carmine...please do that to me"

He pushed her to her back, grabbed her by the hips and yanked her ass to him. Faustino came to the edge of the table and hopped to it's edge, kneeling by her face, his cock dangling above her mouth. She turned to look at her boyfriend. He was quickly pulling his pants past his bare feet and watching her with a hungry look. He hopped up as Faustino did, his cock nearly rock hard with anticipation. Carmine held her by the ankles and spread her legs wide, past his broad shoulders and looked down at her gleaming pussy. She slid a hand to touch herself while the two men at her shoulders lowered their cocks to her mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Both men rubbed their cocks across her tongue and she quickly took each in a hand and began to work them both. Carmine rubbed the end of his fat cock against her clit and made her squirm under the pressure. It felt massive just nudging around down there. Her mouth swallowed one cock and stoked the other at her face and as Carmine slid his head inside her pussy she lost her breath...no moan escaped. He pushed his hips forward slowly, dipping his cock in half way and then back out again.

"Ohhh! Fuck! Carmine...that fucker is enormous! Give it to me! Please put it back in there!" She moaned and begged for her pleasure to be given. One of the men at the top of the table reached down and began to aggressively massage her breasts, tug on her nipples and twist them gently. She arched her back and rolled onto the top of her head. Her boyfriend seized the moment, swung to the top side and slid his cock deep in her throat. Her moan was suffocated with the thick flesh of cock. Carmine pushed himself back into her, slowly still until he was all the way inside. She felt like she would stretch apart, break almost at the walls of her pussy. Faustino reached a hand down and began to slowly rub her throbbing clitoris sending powerful waves of pleasure through her body. She reached up and gripped her boyfriends cock in her hands to help guide him down her throat. She could swallow him, knew his cock, knew how to take it. It glided into her throat and she suppressed a small gag. Carmine began to move faster, gaining a good pounding rhythm. She pulled the cock from her mouth and begged Carmine for more.

"C'mon Carmine! Fuck me good, split that pussy in two with your fat fucking cock!"

He obeyed and began to pound her added force. He was powerful and this was a cock ramming she had never before experienced. She felt the strange sensation of the pain of being spread wider than she had ever felt before mixed with an intense pleasure that nearly made her dizzy. His cock rammed against the back wall of her insides and when she looked at him, watching his dick slide in and out, she could see her little belly even stretch to accommodate his size. She felt another orgasm build quickly and she began to shake and quiver around him. Carmine grunted something inaudible and bucked his hips against her harder. He gripped her legs behind her knees and pushed them toward her, spreading her out wider and raising her ass off the table. She whimpered in pleasure as he buried his cock deep inside her, his balls slapping the stretched skin of her ass. Her boyfriend teased her lips with his cock and Faustino leaned his head down to suck and nibble on her nipples. The orgasm seemed to wash over her with the power of the ocean. Carmine didn't slow, powerfully fucking her through the orgasm. She was tingling on every inch of her body and for the first time felt like she had indeed too much of a good thing. "Oh Oh Oh! Ok...Ok...FUCK! Oh FUCK! SHIT SHIT SHIT...STOP CARMINE...STOP!"

He kept pounding, kept thrusting his massive cock into her pussy as she gushed all over him. "Are you finally...begging..."He pounded and pounded still, breathing heavily "...for mercy?"

"Yes, please....please let me catch my breath..." She was writhing against his cock, gripping the table and pulling at the sheets. "MERCY MERCY!" she bellowed, and Carmine slowed and finally stopped, his cock still buried balls deep inside her.

The sun was sinking into an endless horizon of flower colored glass. It seemed to dip into a scorching radius of fury, fading into hues of soft pinks and cresting oranges as it's light skipped across the liquid glass. Soon there would be a small relief from the heat and night would descend on their little beach cabana. She wondered if she would still be here to see the stars, like gems and rhinestones, poking holes in the sky. 

Faustino, eager Faustino, slid his cock across her lips, reminding her that her breathtaking orgasm had not satisfied those who had given it. He let it slide past her mouth, across her chin and began to lightly tap her breasts with it's tip. Her nipples were still erect and hard, aching from her body's excitement. She lifted a hand to take his cock, inclined her head and pushed out a mouthful of saliva across his shaft. She began to circle her nipple with his sloppy cock and lightly slap it, watching the spittle stick to both ends and elongate like a melted string of cheese. Her boyfriend watched her tease herself and began to rub his own cock against her open mouth. Her lips were red and puffy, stretched and wet from all their work. He leaned down, unable to resist the temptation and kissed her, heartily, imploring the insides with his tongue. Her mouth was hot, basted in sex and seduction. He sucked on her lips, pulling them again from her, savoring how wonderful she tasted. She moaned softly in reply, smiling to pull her lips free. Her free hand brought his cock to her mouth, and she repeated her endeavor, spilling her saliva across him and working her nipple as she did the other. 




Cabana Massage



Carmine watched her, still holding firm inside her, as she teased the two men. He watched their eyes widen as she arched her back, pressing her nipples as high as she could, at times even her shoulders coming off the table. She moaned and caressed herself with their dicks, oblivious to anything around her. She was completely alone to herself, orchestrating her own sensual experience, and these two men and their manhood, her tools. Her eyes were closed, an open teasing smile painted across her face. She was an angel to Carmine, a dirty, naughty, sexy angel. And she still needed to be fucked till she begged for mercy from him a second time.

With a heavy buck of his hips, his balls slapped against her and her eyes snapped open in response.

"Oh yes..." she purred, "more of that!"

Carmine pulled out of her and watched her face turn to a pout. He yanked her from the table, roughly pulling her to him until she stood face to face with him, her feet now planted in the cooling sand. Carmine took her by hair, at the nape of her neck and pulled her face to look up at him.

"Beg me." His eyes, a pale blue, were lit on fire and burned of an intensity she had not seen till now. She smiled at him cooly, saying nothing, hiding the turmoil of need inside her for him. She could play too, she told herself. She lightly took his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers. Her touch was delicate, a betrayal of her body's ache. Carmine closed his eyes, hid the fire from her and felt his lips touch hers, felt his mouth open, her tongue implore him softly, a soft flick, a light touch to tell him she was his, but not just yet. She was teasing him. 

He turned her from him, and she caught herself with her hands against the table as he pushed her forward. Her ass pushed back against him, wriggling and tantalizing his cock. His hands held her at her shoulders, then traced long fanned snakes down her back. He watched her skin react to his touch with shuddering goose bumps. She spread her legs, stepping sideways, and as her final act, arched her back, sticking her ass high as she could in the air. She accentuated the curve by raising her shoulders, titled her head back cock-eyed and looked back to watch his reaction.

He grunted. Closed his eyes, exhaled, and ran his hands softly across her ass, allowing his eyes to be confined to his fingertips, feeling to see what his mind told him was not real. He ran his fingers back up her back, taking her hair delicately in his hands, examining it, searching for evidence of the mirage that must be taunting him. She was magnificent. Faustino and her tag-a-long boyfriend disappeared to him, faded into the canvas backdrops of the cabana and Carmine memorized the lines and turns of her body the way he had the colors of Cabo.

As the sun lingered a moment, over the infinite expanse of a darkened ocean, before it made its descent into the invisible, Carmine found that he was humming, softly, perhaps to the sticky music emanating from the cabana, or to something else, to the tune of the Siren who lay before him, bent over his very table, enticing him to experience a woman who had existed only in the waking moments of the half-light. He was mesmerized by her beauty. He lost his soul to her by her sensuality.

"Sam..." she whispered as she looked back at Carmine, "...Sam, are you gonna watch him fuck me like a little whore? Huh, Baby? Do you like to watch him..." she turned to eye her boyfriend with a sinister tease, "...make me moan like you never have?"

Sam swallowed hard.

She reached behind her and began to rub her asshole in a circular motion. "I know how much you like to fuck my ass. I'm not sure I can even fit him inside me. My ass is so tight, he'd stretch me out so far...mmmmm..." she pushed a finger inside and Sam gulped again, staring at his woman as she taunted him. "I think he's gonna make me cum harder than I've ever cum before..."

Sam grunted, snarling a little. 

Carmine reached up and gripped her hair at the scalp like a he would tear at a clump of grass. He pulled her head back and stared at Sam, a half crooked smile woven across his square jaw, "Beg me." 

She said nothing, only moaned softly. 

He smacked her ass, a jolt of electricity shot through her body and she winced at the sting. "I know what you want. You know I know it. Now fucking beg for it." Carmine hissed in her ear.

"Are you gonna moan like a slut for him? You gonna make me watch you get your ass pounded by that monster cock of his?" Sam found his voice, shaking with a mix of anger and lust.

Carmine rubbed the head of his dick against her ass, and whispered in her ear again... "Beg me now or I'll won't let Sam fuck you, too."

"He'll fuck me when I tell him too," She countered.

"Now while I'm fucking your ass, he won't."

Her eyes shot him a shocked look and her body shivered at the thought. His cock was so big, the idea of Sam's stretching her pussy too was almost too much. Sam wasn't nearly the size of Carmine, but he was no slouch and definitely held his own. She was flanked on three sides by three men with very large, if not massive cocks. She moaned and bit her lip looking longingly at Carmine.

"Please." She said faintly.

Carmine pushed the swelled head of his cock into her ass and felt her contract against him, tightly. "Not yet, Baby...you won't get both until you really beg." She shook and quivered as he entered her ass. He was so damn big. "Relax...relax..." Carmine kept repeating to her. She had to concentrate, focus on allowing him to push inside her. Several times she had to push him out and restart. His cock seemed like it never stopped coming and he seemed to be stretching her out beyond her limits. "Oh! Oh!...baby...oh...ah ah ah...slowly...slowly baby...ooooh yeah....mmmmm....yes....yes....fuuuuuucccckkkk!" He was inside her. He punctuated his point by pushing slowly until he was balls deep in her ass. She moaned deeply, "Oooooh FUCK, that's good..."

"Sam, scoot your ass forward so she can suck your dick. 'Tino, you too." Carmine barked instruction as he slid in and out of he ass. She was indeed tight and he began to pick up speed as she relaxed more and more. He held her hair in his hand, pulling her head back still as he pushed hard inside her. "You wanna suck their cocks again, like a little fucking slut?" He smacked her ass while he pushed deep inside her ass. Her guttural moan sent a shiver down his back and his balls lept with excitement.

Sam and Tino both scooted forward, sitting back on their haunches, thrusting their pelvis' forward so their cocks stood at attention. Carmine released her hair and pounded her ass, jolting her forward with rhythmic intervals so she had to concentrate to take a cock at all. Sam took her head this time, pulled her mouth down and scooted forward more, minimizing her stretch, and pushed his cock in her mouth. He exhaled deeply. "Fuck, Baby...I love how you suck my cock!" It was almost a whimper, a grateful appeasement of his desires being met. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked hard, feeling the weight of his hands pushing her head down. He pushed until he could feel her nose nuzzle against the hairs on his loins. She did the rest, impaling herself on him until she could reach her tongue out and lick his balls, cock thoroughly down her throat. She gagged and Carmine grunted and continued to pound her ass. "Now 'Tino. Gag on him, too." Carmine growled from behind her.

Faustino inched closer pointing his erection at her face, watching her licking and slurping on Sam. She turned to him and began to stroke him, licking and sucking on his swollen head. He pushed her head down too and she let him slide past her sloppy wet lips and into her throat. Tino was rough, more aggressive, more carnal. He held her hair and fucked her mouth, sliding in and out of her throat. She gagged, and Faustino continued. Her saliva slipped from her mouth, coating his cock in a sloppy messy tangle of webbed spit. Sam watched her in way he had never seen her. She wasn't hurting or unhappy at this man face fucking her, she was moaning and grabbing and pulling on his balls to encourage him. He would allow her to come up, breathe and gather herself, but it was her who cast herself back on him, her body, and literally, her mouth, screaming out for more. Sam pushed his cock toward her and was amazed as she jumped from him to his dark mexican companion.

Carmine continued to pound away at her ass, grunting and spanking her perfect cheeks, a stream of obscenities pouring from his lips. Her orgasm was building and her concentration on her two cock toys was frustrated. "Yes, Carmine! Yes, fuck my little ass! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" 

Carmine stopped abruptly. She looked back at him with wonder, shock. "What?! No...No...please, please..I'm so close!" She pleaded. 

"Now beg for it."

"Fuck Carmine! PLEASSSSE! PLEASSSSE! I NEED IT! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME HARD! I'M BEGGING YOU!"

Carmine pushed her back up on the table, made her spread her legs wide, on her hands and knees. He instructed Sam to slide beneath her, Faustino to kneel in front of her. She whimpered in anticipation at what she knew was coming.

She lowered herself onto Sam's raging erection, her pussy sliding gracefully around him, wrapping him in pleasure. Sam couldn't wait and began to pound her from underneath. He held her ass in his hands and sent his hips into a piston like motion, his balls slapping against her with each manic thrust. He lifted his head to take a dangling nipple in his mouth, sucking and pulling on her tit. She moaned. This was a Sam she knew. His cock felt familiar, his rhythm comfortable. She let him go for awhile, enjoying the slapping of his balls against her pussy. She ached for Carmine to fill her up again. Sam was great, but she needed more. And she had begged. He wasn't fulfilling his end of the bargain. Damn him, she thought to herself. She made her mind to make it impossible for that fucker to resist her any longer.

She sat tall on Sam and then began to writhe. She brushed her hair back behind her ears and tilted her head back so it would fall back and almost touch the top of her ass. Her hips rolled and turned on Sam, tugging and pulling his cock with her gyrating pussy. She gripped him with it, squeezed him and began to softly moan. She closed her eyes and her body danced to her own melody; all three men stood motionless, transfixed by her, sucked in to her every move like bees to nectar. She reclined back, raising up her legs so her feet were planted on the table and arms and hands back holding her up like a crab. She bounced her ass against his pelvis ramming his cock in her pussy. She knew they couldn't move, couldn't take their eyes off her performance and her clit swelled at the thought. She was spiriting them away to her, imprinting their minds with the images of her sensuality. Carmine realized he had been holding his breath and exhaled the words without thinking.

"Goddess."

She opened her eyes, smiled at him and then lay back against Sams legs, pulling his rigid cock against the walls of her pussy. She reached up and took Carmine's cock in her hand and guided it back to her mouth, sucking and licking him further into a place he had not yet been. Carmine reached down with his long muscular arm between her legs, and rubbed her clit tenderly. She sucked harder, moved faster along the base of his cock. Then he caught her by surprise and open hand slapped her pussy, almost like a spanking. A sharp pain shot through her and then tremendous pleasure. She gasped and looked up open mouthed at Carmine's dizzying eyes. He spanked her pussy again, the rubbed it softly, teasing it.

He pushed her back to her original position and watched the gratitude spread across Sam's face. 

"Fausto...darselos." He commanded.

Faustino smiled broadly and scooted forward to her face. His ball hung above Sam's nose and he watched his beautiful girlfriend open her mouth and let the dark cock slide inside. Sam began to pound her furiously, slamming into her pussy again. He yearned for her to show him the attention he craved. Faustino spoke softly to her, whispering lyrics of spanish like a lullaby, encouraging her perfect lips and tongue to continue their affections on his cock. Sam worked harder, moving his hands over her body, his mouth kissing every inch of skin he could, finding any small glimmers of sweat and planting his mouth over it. She had two cocks tantalizing her and she ached for him, ached for Carmine. Faustino's cock was down her throat so deep, Sam's a ram-rod against her dripping cunt and her body was trembling from pleasure but she could not come to an orgasm. Now, she knew. She knew what he was doing. Carmine allowed her to be manhandled, fucked and pounded by these two magnificent men after he had brought her to the brink of a climax all by himself, one that rumbled in her deeper than she had ever felt before, and yet, now, with these two men, orgasm eluded her. She fucked Sam back, hard, urging herself on to an orgasm that she knew was out of her reach. She gripped Faustino's hips and pulled him to her. He obliged, taking his cock out only to allow her to suck on his balls. Had she never known Carmine, never felt his body, his powerful arms and chest, never felt him inside her, she would have cum several time by now. 

She felt a hand on her ass. It felt so big, his fingers curling across her cheeks and almost touching her back. Her heart quickened, blood began to boil and course through her veins with an adrenaline that seemed to light her skin on fire. A second hand found her other cheek and both squeezed gently. She moaned for him to continue. She bounced her cheeks on Sam, reached back with one hand and pulled herself apart, spreading her ass for him. She felt his thumb push against her hole and circle it slowly. She moaned for him again, gurgling on the cock stopping the sound. Carmine crawled on the table, stood above her, straddling her hips. He bent his knees and aimed his cock for her little ass.

"Yes...yes...please, please, Carmine...I need it...I need you...I need your cock...please fuck me. I'll do whatever you want...I'll be whatever you want me to be..." He pushed his cock inside, slowly, allowing her to moan deeply. 

"Baby, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I will fuck you like you need me to, and treat your little body like my own little slut." He pushed farther in, half way, and kneaded her ass. Sam could feel the size of the cock pushing against the vaginal wall and slammed himself as far inside her as he could. He flexed inside her, expanding his head. She let out a little gasp, biting her lip from grinning. 

"Oh yes...please fuck me like that! I'm such a dirty fucking little whore...give it to me! Give me your fucking cock, Carmine...fuck my ass and make me moan for you!"

Carmine pushed inside until his balls touched back of her pussy, the hairs raised and tingling her. 

"MOTHERFUCKER!" she bellowed. Carmine stretched her out so far...her little ass began to quiver. Sam pounded her pussy, thrusting it inside her with all the power he had left. He was determined not to lose the affection of this woman to some beach boy masseuse. Faustino, rubbed the end of his cock all over her face, past her lips, across her nose, making her smell him, smell the semen beading across him. Carmine reached up and took her hair again, pulling her head back and began to fuck her ass with power and measured strokes. He rocked the table, all four of them perched on top, shaking it beneath them with each thrust. Carmine held himself in place with a massive hand on the small of her back, keeping her ass arched for him to fuck her right. Faustino, stood, leveling his cock with her face and held her head behind her neck, guiding her mouth to him. She stroked his cock, feeling it surge and swell. His load was coming and she needed to taste him all over again. "C'mon, baby, she taunted him....you gonna cum for me again...put it all over my face...put it in my mouth... I wanna taste your cum." Faustino held his jerking cock and let it shoot across her mouth and chin. She swallowed his cock, letting him spurt into her mouth. Her tongue lazily licked up the dripping cock from around her mouth, then sucking a fading Faustino and listened to him moan. 

Sam could feel himself coming and began to grunt a familiar tune to Ms. Baur. She looked down at him, and teased, "You, too? C'mon baby...you like watching me get fucked like a damn fucking whore, don't you...you set me up for this. How does my pussy feel...? Huh...? You like it?"

"Yes, baby...you're so fucking good...I love that little pussy of yours...so tight on my cock..." He jerked against her...held his cock and let himself explode inside. She gasped loudly, "YEESSSS....OH SHIT THAT FEELS SO GOOD, SAM....OHHHH YES...KEEP GOING...KEEP CUMMING SAM!" Her encouragement sent him into a fit of hammering that made his ball slap her pussy with a pop-pop-popping noise. She moaned eagerly, then reached back and slapped her own ass, looking at Carmine.

She knew he was there too, and her orgasm she wanted to perfectly coincide with his. Her hips bucked and she begged him with her eyes, pouted and hung her bottom lip out, "c'mon baby...come fuck your little whore good....fuck this dirty slut....that's it..stick that fat fucking cock deep in my...OOOHHH...deep in my ass...give it to me...yes...give it to me...that's right...that's right...FUCK that's good...you like to watch that cock fucking my ass, don't you..." Carmine fucked her harder, pounding her ass. "Yes, baby...c'mon Carmine...spank my ass..." SMACK, his hand landed hard against her cheek. "OOOHH FUCK! Yes...Spank my ass and pull my fucking hair!" She had to strain her eyes at the pull. She was being bent into a sharp angle and mighty Carmine pounded her ass hard. Her orgasm came with a shuddering deep rumble from a depth she had not known. As Carmine began to jerk and swear under his breath, began to moan with the swelling of his cock, her body began to shake uncontrollably. Carmine exploded inside her and her body leapt at the pleasure. She lost her breath, could not moan, couldn't speak as the orgasm twisted her body and insides. They fell to the table, lying next to and on top of Sam and Faustino, their chests falling and rising with considerable strain. Her eyes closed, she could see the tiny popping of lights against her eyelids and she felt like she was could see herself in miniature detail, like she was looking down from some strange distance above. Her body felt dizzy and her legs shook. 

"Carmine...please....that...was...." she breathed raggedly, "...that was...Ohhhmmmmmm" 

"Yes. You are." Carmine replied.



Cabana Number Two



I walked in the front door, a little earlier than usual. The shower was on upstairs, and turned off as I hooked my keys on the holder by the door. The shower was unusual this time of day, but hearing it, I knew what to expect. Another half hour or so of hair prep, then down to the Tiki Bar and the beach. I wondered what she'd be wearing today as I walked to the guest room to freshen up. 

After a shower and a change of clothes from the laundry room, I strolled to the beach. I heard the hair dryer running in our room, so I knew she was still primping for the afternoon's excitement. 

The Tiki Bar was relatively quiet this time of day, which is probably why she prefers it. The breeze off the water brought a hint of salt and seaweed, and the waves ebbed and flowed quietly against the sand. I stopped at the bar and waved to Alissa, our bartender. She caught my eye and raised her eyebrows in silent question. 

Alissa has been with us three seasons now. She hails from Vancouver, and has become a staff regular, and certainly a favorite of ours. Her mixing skills are fast and refined, and during busy spells, she manages to keep everything moving smoothly without mistakes. In the early afternoon, Alissa was the only one on the clock. She split her time between waiting tables and tending bar, which wasn't overly demanding this time of day. On top of her bar-tending skills, her smoldering good looks maintain the attention of the visiting men, often to the dismay of their companions. 

I smiled in response to her subtle query, and she broke into a playful smile. She knew the drill by now, and I swear, enjoyed it almost as much as I. After a few words to the young man she was attending, she grabbed a Negro Modelo from the fridge and brought it over. 

"What's she wearing today?" she asked, mischief playing across her features.

"I'm not sure. She was out shopping last night and was a little mysterious about it when she came home." 

Her eyes lifted from mine as she glanced over my shoulder, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She favored me with a huge smile and slipped away, returning her attention to the potential suitor at the other end of the bar.

I turned and saw Catherine gliding down the path toward the bar. She had really out done herself this time. 

The sun played across the highlights in her blonde hair as the breeze washed it across her shoulders. The glow on her face was perfectly complimented by just a hint of makeup. Around her top, she wore a length of white silk, reminding me of a scarf. Lying behind her smooth neck, it crossed in front above her breasts, then snaked over them and presumably tied in the back. The bottom of her breasts were exposed in a kind of reverse-cleavage. The material strained slightly to contain the bounce as she walked, the outline of her nipples barely shadowed behind the white cloth. On her waist was tied a square of cloth doubled into a triangular shape. It looked like a light cotton material, mirroring the azure color of the water just off the beach. The cloth was knotted on one hip, and angled down across the front to hang in a point on the other side. It hung low on her waist, and barely hid what she'd be wearing underneath. Her natural beauty always struck at my heart, tugging at primal urges I didn't know existed. Even after years of marriage, my mouth went dry at her appearance, and my stomach fluttered in anticipation.

She saw me, and lit off one of her dazzling smiles. I don't know how, but I swear she knew I'd be there, even though I came home early. Maybe its a women's sixth sense about their man? Weaving between the tables, she passed me by and headed for Alissa at the other end of the bar. 

Most people were out on the beach, leaving the tables in the bar area sparsely populated. The few couples huddling quietly around drinks couldn't help but notice as Cat walked by, interrupted conversations marking her passing with a wave of silence.

She reached the bar and leaned over toward Alissa, who had once again abandoned her customer. They exchanged high-fives as Alissa drank-in the outfit at close range. As Cat stretched to reach Alissa's ear, her makeshift skirt rode up a little, revealing the smooth curve of one magnificent cheek. She and Alissa whispered back and forth a few times, then Alissa slid over a tray and order-taking pad from under the counter.

Cat really liked to tend bar, but other obligations kept her away. When her schedule permits, she dresses appropriately, and joins the staff to serve customers. At first, I thought the staff might be upset at being upstaged. However, as owners, we don't accept any tips, so all of Cats' tips today would go to Alissa. Besides, I'm pretty sure Alissa enjoyed the show as much as everyone else.

As Cat walked toward the beach with her tray, Alissa caught my eye and gave me a thumbs-up sign along with her own dazzling smile. Yeah, she enjoys it too... definitely. I rose off the stool, un-tucked my shirt to cover my growing interest, and settled with my beer at an empty table closer to the beach.

We've owned the property for a number of years. We fell in love with this part of Mexico during frequent vacations, and decided to make it more permanent. Running a place like this was not all fun and games, but it certainly had its moments. Today was one of those. Business has been good, and the clientele had settled into a mix of new people and returning guests from up north. We treated our guests well, and they responded by visiting often, and recommending us to their friends. We catered to young and middle-age couples, but hosted an occasional beach party to bring out the young'uns for Alissa and her friends. Today it was all couples at the beach and bar, each lost in their own conversations. 

Cat made the rounds of the occupied tables, flirting with the men and joking casually with the women. She had a way of putting both at ease despite her threatening good looks. She spent a few quality minutes at each table interacting with the customers. Without the pressure of actually earning a living at this, she was clearly having fun. Strangely enough, everyone ordered something, even if they had full glasses on the table. 

Even more interesting was watching the people around her -- those not the object of her attention. The people she spoke to were too polite to stare, while those around her were not so constrained. At the adjoining tables and chairs, conversation waned, then stopped as she walked by. The men stared with obvious interest, and the women's face's crawled with attempted critique, then jealously. I watched as one dark-haired woman reached over and grabbed her companions' face and twisted it back in her direction. I read her stern expression and her lips saying: "I was talking to you!" Another young man pivoted to follow Cat as she walked by, spilling his companions' drink on the sand in the process. I heard a few sharp words from his companion as he wrapped a towel around his waist and visited Alissa for a replacement.

I couldn't disagree with the sensation she was causing. The breeze continued to ruffle her hair, and the slight chill off the water had its effect on her barely contained nipples, now clearly visible beneath her silk wrap. The same breeze wafted her bandana skirt up and down, providing delicious glimpses of her perfect ass. She looked every bit the part of a Sport's Illustrated swimsuit model at a photo shoot. I've explored every inch of her perfection, and had her in every way desired. Yet, the sight of her flitting between tables, laughing, giggling and flirting still raced my heart, elevated my blood pressure, and caused a raging hard-on in my shorts. 

We had talked about her desire to flaunt her body, but she didn't think of it that way. She was a shy extrovert, an unusual combination. She dressed to bolster her confidence and garner the attention, but I knew she would never let it go too far. We had a strong relationship and neither of us wanted to risk messing that up. We are both fine with her exhibitionism streak. It's a win-win situation, as everyone enjoyed the raw sexuality she displayed as much as she enjoyed sharing it. That, and I knew she be whipped into a sexual frenzy and it would be my job to satisfy her.

Along the beach, we have cabanas setup for special guests. They back up to the bar building and face the ocean providing a little privacy. Today, it looked as if only a few were in use. Cat checked each in turn, and stopped in a few of them, moving out of sight for a few minutes at a time. She must have really enjoyed cabana number two, as I could hear her laughing even over the breeze and surf. 

As usual, she took the orders over to Alissa, who swapped the orders for a tray of drinks. Cat leaned over the bar and again whispered words with Alissa, both of them smiling and giggling like school girls. Cat turned and smiled at me, then swayed to the beach to deliver drinks. I looked at Alissa with raised eyebrows, and she responded with a devious smile and held up two fingers: cabana number two. 

I rose from the table returning my empty bottle to the bar. 

Alissa grinned at me. "She's amazing, you're a lucky man!"

"I just hope I can keep up later tonight!" I replied with a grin of my own.

I walked around the bar and into the gap between the building and the cabanas. The sand squeezed through my toes, but kept my footsteps quiet as I passed a few feet behind each cabana, stopping when I reached number two. I was in the shadows behind the canvas tents and in the sparse foliage all but invisible to the occupants and passers-by on the beach. I explored the cabana interior through a gap between the panels. Shifting my head, I could see most of the inside. 

There was a couple reposed in lounge chairs facing the beach through the open front flap. I recognized them as regulars, but I couldn't recall their names. The man had short dark hair, and was well-toned from what I could see. He was wearing green swimming trunks. His slender wife had cascading dark hair flowing over her shoulders. From my vantage point behind the chairs, I could see the straps of an orange bikini peeking through her mane of hair, providing a nice contrast to his green suit. They were talking quietly to each other, clearly comfortable with their relationship. I'd guess they were in their thirties, and had been married awhile. This was a great place for them to leave behind their kids, jobs and other responsibilities, and they were taking full advantage. I wonder if they knew what was in store for them?

Cat made the rounds delivering the drinks on her tray. I couldn't see her doing this, but knew she'd empty her tray other than the order for cabana number two. I'd been sitting quietly for a few minutes making up history for the couple when Cat drifted in with their drinks. She eased the tray onto the table next to the lounge chair, and asked something of the couple. The wind rustling the cabana walls and the breaking waves stole the words from me, so I couldn't hear what she asked. 

The man looked at his wife, who broke out in a huge smile. He looked back and nodded assent to her question. She smiled and giggled, shimmying her body back and forth wiggling her butt and breasts. She walked softly to the front of the cabana, reaching up for the ties holding the front flap open. As she reached, her minimal skirt hiked up revealing her shapely behind. The sunlight from the beach burned through her skirt and the little gap at the top of her long legs. I could see that she wore nothing under the skirt, and the outline of her labia lips were clearly revealed. The man and women must have noticed, as they stole a glance at each other, then back at Cat so they wouldn't miss anything.

Cat released the tie, and the front flap dropped down. There were still gaps where we could see the beach, but in the interior shadows, they were all but invisible from the beach. I also suspected Alissa would keep watch for us, as Cat's never been interrupted. I think that girl needs another raise.

Cat returned to the lounge chair next to the man, leaning over and saying something quietly. He glanced at his wife, and apparently receiving permission, reached around to caress Cat's fine ass. He slid his other hand along the front of her thigh, along her hip and up toward her breasts.

His wife got out of her chair and walked around to the table with the drinks. She grabbed what looked like a mai tai, maneuvered her face around the fruit, umbrella and straw, and took a sip. She handed the drink to her husband, presumably to slow him down, and grabbed the other for herself. She moved over behind Cat, leaned in toward her neck, brushed her hair back and whispered something in her ear. Cat arched her back and pivoted her hips backward in response. She turned her head and slowly kissed the wife full on the lips.

Did you ever watch women kissing? They are so soft and gentle, deliberate and sensual. Their tongues explore each other as their hands gently roam each other's curves. Cat had to reach behind to explore the women's body, but that just opened more opportunity for the husband in front.

He set his drink on the table, clearly not taking the bait of the liquid distraction. He slid down in the lounge slightly and turned so he could better reach. His hands roamed Cats lower half, caressing her backside, her thighs and hips with the front and back of his hands. His wife explored the top half while Cat reached up and entwined her hand in the wife's long hair. The wife set her drink down, then slipped her hands over Cat's shoulders, around her neck and down her arms. She must have said something else, as Cat nodded. With that, the wife slid her hands around and up her abdomen, cupping her breasts through the scarf. One hand continued on, caressing shoulders neck and face. The husband accepted the same invitation, reaching up for the abandoned breast. 

I know Cat wasn't keen on women per se, but they did know how to treat one another. Guys seem to think that women love to be handled roughly. If you give porn movies any credence, their idea of a good time is grabbing a girls' hair, and face-fucking them while the girl struggles to keep down her last meal with a cock down her throat. News flash guys: the girls don't really enjoy this, be very thankful they're sometimes willing! If you want to know how to treat a woman, watch some decent quality lesbian porn, then you'll see what I'm talking about.

The wife slipped Cat's silk scarf to the side, revealing the creamy flesh of ample breasts and the pink relief of her nipple. She cupped the exposed breast again, rubbing her thumb gently across the nipple, raising both the nipple and the surrounding aureola. The husband had a handful of the other breast, but was focused on Cat's ass, thighs, and the small of her back, gently stroking with his other hand. 

Cat shivered in pleasure, and leaned over placing her hands on the table next to the lounge chair. As she leaned over, she exposed her backside to both of them. The husband twisted in his chair, moving one hand up to her ass, and the other in front. The wife continued to caress Cat's neck and back. Cat turned her head and said something. The wife kneeled down next to her, and the two locked lips again. This was incredibly hot, but I wondered how far she'd let it go.

Cat reached toward the wife with one hand, and not asking permission, slid the bikini top to the side, revealing the wife's compact breasts. From my angle I could see her hard nipples and puffy aureolas. Cat touched her breast and fondling it gently, tweaked the nipple to attention. I've seen her do this to herself before, and it was an incredible turn-on. Seeing it applied to another woman was amazing. Cat's other hand slipped down between her own legs, and I could just make out the back and forth motion. Cat returned to the women's lips, sucking and gently biting.

It finally became too much for her. She broke away from kissing, dropping her head toward the ground. She convulsed once, twice, and again, her hands returning to the table to support her weight. The strength ebbed out of her, and she collapsed to her knees. 

The wife followed Cat down, her hands holding hair while gently stroking her neck. The wife continued to caress Cat, but reached over to her husband. I hadn't noticed him other than his hands on my wife, but I could see his interest in the scenario matched my own. His wife smoothed his trunks tracing the outline of his hard cock through the cloth. She finally broke away from Cat, and turned her attention to her husband.

With one hand, he was still stroking Cat's backside, occasionally copping a feel from her breasts. With the attention from his wife, he repositioned himself on the lounge and reached down to free himself from his trunks. Cat raised her head to see what he had to offer, but the wife blocked her view, taking him deep into her mouth. She was also enjoying herself, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other between her legs.

Cat smiled at her accomplishment, and rose unsteadily to her feet. She straightened her clothes, grabbed the tray off the table, and slipped out the cabana flap leaving the couple to their ignited passions. As the flap dropped into place, she re-parted them from outside and returned halfway between the folds. She looked right at me through the crack in the back canvas, although I knew she couldn't see me. She tilted her head down, raised a hand and beckoned with one finger. With a swish of canvas, she was gone.

I glanced back at the couple but they hadn't noticed Cat leaving. The wife had repositioned herself so her husband could give her the same treatment as Cat received, his hands doing their thing on her nearly equal butt. She was ready for more, so she slid his cock out of her mouth, then turned and positioned herself on his lap, impaling herself on his hardness. His head eased back as they started thrusting in unison. His eyes were closed, but I knew what he was seeing. 

It had been maybe ten minutes, but I was exhausted. Watching had been incredibly erotic, and I'd been quivering with excitement for most of the encounter. It was all I could do to not pull out my own cock and relieve the tension. I knew if I did that, Cat would be very disappointed. Besides, she was over the top right now, and open to nearly anything. As a mostly submissive lover, this was a very exciting prospect, so I held off in anticipation.

With a last glance at the action in cabana number two, I moved slowly and quietly behind the cabanas and emerged into the bar area. Alissa was waiting for me. She glanced down, but the bar blocked her view of my bulge. I wasn't fooling anyone, and her grin told its own story. 

"Go get 'er tiger." she growled, and nodded her head in the direction of our room. 

I adjusted my shirt again, and headed for our room. It was a really long walk, at least subjectively. All I could think of was the view of Cat from behind as she shuddered in orgasm. Still feeling uncomfortable with too little room in my shorts, I walked through the front door. Cat was on the couch facing me, still wearing her outfit. Her legs were slightly spread pushing the skirt up around her hips. The moisture from the cabana was still visible on her thighs and legs. Her breasts were swollen and firm from excitement, her nipples pushing hard against the white silk. A petite finger gently stroked her clit, and occasionally slipped inside for more lubrication. I burned the image into my memory, hoping to never forget the sight.

"Get over here!" she said quietly, urgently. 

I pushed the door closed with my back, unable to tear my eyes away. I dropped my shorts to the floor, stepped out of them and walked over, wondering if my heart would survive the night. 



Cabana



"So where's your girlfriend?" he asked me. "I haven't seen her all week."

"No. She's been sick. But she's not my girlfriend. We're just friends."

"Well I wish she were my friend, I can tell you that," he told me. "She's a hot little number all right. Did you ever put it to her?"

"No," I told him. "We're just friends."

"Damn. I wouldn't mind putting it to her. What a rack." And I noticed that he was kind of touching himself through his swimsuit which was starting to tent out a little. I could feel a little increase in my own private area. He was getting excited thinking of Cassie, and I was getting excited thinking of him.

"I sure wish she was here," he said as if in a reverie, and now he was openly playing with himself through the garment. "I sure wish I could have her hot lips wrapped around my big thick dick."

"You like blowjobs?" I asked him.

He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Who doesn't like a blowjob?" he asked me.

"Yeah. Who doesn't?" I repeated stupidly, gazing at him playing with himself. I had never felt this kind of excitement before in my life.

"Would you want me to give you a blowjob?" I offered.

"You give blowjobs?" he asked me, and now his fist was curled around the large stiff penis inside the loose trunks.

"I never have," I told him. "But I wouldn't mind. I mean after all. You saved my life. I owe you."

"Only if you really want to," he told me.

"I do," I assured him. "I really do." 

"Well okay then. I could use some hot mouth on my big hard dick right about now."

"Okay," I said, and I pushed his hand away and began to squeeze his cock with my own hand. It felt so powerful. I was giddy with excitement and too much scotch.

"Let me slip my suit off," he told me, and stood up, handing me his glass. "And fill me up again."

"I wobbled to the table and put two fresh cubes in his glass and filled it to the top with amber liquid. I turned back toward him and held out the glass, just as he released his trunks from around his waist and let them slip to the floor. He stepped out of them, and sat back down on the couch with his strong thighs spread. He reached for the glass with his left hand and massaged his massive cock and balls with his right hand. Balancing each ball and then stretching out his dick toward me. 

I had never done this before. But somehow deep inside me I knew what to do. I sank to my knees between his strong thighs. I bent my head toward his cock and took a deep breath. It was a heady aroma. Clean and masculine. I breathed in again. I wanted to remember this aroma forever. 

Again, I pushed his hand out of the way and took his now naked fleshstick into my own hand. I began to stroke it lovingly. Slowly I lowered my head further and sucked the tube into my mouth. It tasted as if it belonged there. I began to suckle on it and lick it and tongue it all around.

"That's it," he murmered touching the top of my head. After a little while I took a few deep breaths and then let it go way back to the back of my throat. I was afraid that I would gag, but I didn't. I seemed to have a natural talent for deep-throating a large dick. I was so stimulated that I was afraid I was going to shoot off in my bathing suit, without even touching myself. I concentrated on not coming. I wanted this excitement to last. He put one hand on the top of my head and pressed his organ against my throat, as he took another large swallow of scotch.

"Man. You give great head," he told me. "Great head. The best I ever had. Swear to god." I made whatever noise I could make with a large dick filling my mouth and hammering against my esophagus. I hoped he realized that I was thanking him for the compliment.

"Oh my god!" he said. "Great head. I bet your pretty little girlfriend doesn't give head this good. Christ." And then he started to move his hips around and press on the top of my head even more, as he made all kinds of funny pleasure noises. "Fuck. I'm gonna come," he whispered. "I'm gonna shoot my fucking load. Take it. Take it." And I did. I swallowed it straight down where it blended with all the scotch I had drunk.

"Man. That was fucking great," he said. My mouth was still wrapped tightly around his softening member, sucking out the last drops. Finally he pushed my head away.

"Thanks, man. That was fucking fantastic."

"You saved my life," I told him.

"And you just saved mine," he said. "I really, really needed that. This job doesn't give me a lot of free time to cruise around for pussy," he explained.

"Any time," I told him. "I've got plenty of scotch." I didn't but I would get more.

"I might just take you up on that," he told me.

"I hope so," I said. And then he stood up and pulled on his trunks and stepped out the door, and was gone. And what I didn't even know I had wanted to happen had just happened. I was crazy mad in love with Gary, the lifeguard. I wanted his cock, and as often as possible.

The next day Cassie was over her cold and back on the beach. I pretended I was happy to see her, but I really wasn't. During the course of the day Gary strolled over and began eying her tits again. As usual he was standing almost directly over my face and I could see right up into his suit. I was just lying there happily gazing at his hidden treasures which were now so familiar to me.

"Heard you were sick," said Gary.

"Yeah. I had one of those damned summer colds. So hard to get rid of."

"You feeling better now?"

"Yes. Much. I can breathe again."

"Glad to hear it," said Gary as he gazed down into her cleavage, but for a second I thought he glanced at me, as if to tell me six p.m. I had to turn on my stomach again to hide my excitement.

Cassie was wearing her watch. "It's almost five," she told me. "Time to go home. You ready?"

"I'm gonna stay a little while longer," I told her. She folded up her blanket and walked up toward the lockers. I was glad I didn't have just a locker. There was barely room to stand inside a locker, no less give a good blowjob. After a few minutes, I headed up to the showers, and went to my cabana. At about ten past six, he was there in my doorway again. Handsome Gary. My heart flipped a little.

"Got any scotch in here?" he asked me.

"You bet," I told him. He came in and shut the door behind him as I went for the ice and prepared the drinks. I handed him his glass and took a sip as he sat down on the couch, his thighs spread wide, and his hand hovering near his generous endowment. The sip tasted kind of good. Maybe I was developing a taste for scotch, as well as a taste for cum. And I wanted to feel that irresponsible heady intoxication I had felt the night before. I took a few swallows. So did Gary. 

I filled his glass three times while I played with his dick through his swimming trunks, and then he finally stood up and let them fall. This time he didn't sit back down. He put his hand on my head and guided my mouth around his equipment. He was really liking it again and making all kinds of joyful little noises.

"Man. You're the best," he told me. "I never had a queer guy suck me off before. I've really been missing out." And he pressed my throat down onto his knob. "Yeah. That's it. That's it. It feels so fucking good. Lick my balls a little bit."

I did everything he told me. Finally he got tired of standing and sat back down on the couch and I crawled between his knees. I sucked him for a little while, and then he handed me his glass for another refill. I wobbled towards the table and back to him, and sank back down between his powerful thighs. I licked the inside of his thighs, I licked his balls, but then he lifted his feet off the floor and spread open his butt cheeks.

"Lick it a little," he told me.

It didn't seem very sanitary to me, but I knew he had just showered so I did it. And I kind of liked the feeling of that different kind of flesh against my tongue. And it was such an intimate act. This was what I had dreamed of. Intimacy with Gary. Though I hadn't envisioned any of the specific acts I would be peforming in order to be intimate.

"Man. You're terrific," he told me. "You really know how to please a guy. I'm just gonna hate it when this summer is over."

"Me too," I told him sincerely, and then he moved my mouth back around his cock and pushed it to the back of my throat. Well, he knew I could take it.

"I'm gonna cum," he announced. "Take my fucking hot load. Take it." And I started sucking frantically as if on a straw trying to draw the liquid out into my mouth. And then I tasted Gary's sweet nectar again. It was better than the scotch.

I lay half drunk and exhausted on the couch, as he stood up and pulled on his suit, and went out the door, closing it behind him.

"I hope you got a lot of scotch," he said as he left. "It really hits the spot after a long day's work."

"I've always got scotch," I told him. "Scotch and ice. Drop around any time for a scotch rocks."

After that, I never left the beach till very late. I always waited till around six thirty. There were some nights he didn't come, but there were plenty of nights he did. I was running up a good bill at the liquor store for my parents to pay. They would be curious when the bills started coming in.

What a glorious summer that was. The long hot days on the beach, and then after six in the cabana. Gary never touched me, but I didn't care. I went home horny every night with the image of his face and his body and his dick and his balls flittering through my mind, and I masturbated like crazy. I had a treasure trove of images and memories in my head. 

But the summer was drawing to a close. It was Labor Day Weekend, and on Monday night, the beach would close for the season. I was going off to college, and that was exciting, but maybe I would never see Gary again. I couldn't even bear to think of that possibility.

A little after six on Labor Day he came to my cabana. "Got any scotch?" he asked me.

"Sure do," I told him. 

He came in and shut the door behind him. He was carrying a little plastic bag which he threw on the couch. The ice was already in the bucket, and I filled the glasses. This would probably be our last time together and I wanted to make it wonderful.

He stripped off his suit and I began to orally service him as I had been doing. After a little while he said to me, "You know, this is the end of the season. This is it."

"I know," I said mournfully.

"I was thinking I'd like to make it really special. Like go out with a big bang."

"Sure," I said. "Whatever you want." Whatever that might be. I had no idea what he was thinking of. 

"I was thinking I'd like to bang you. I never fucked a guy in the ass before, and I was thinking who knows when I'll ever get another chance. I hear it's really tighter than pussy."

"Oh," I said a little nervously.

"Did you ever get banged in the ass?" he asked me.

"No," I said 

"Well, what do you think about it? Would you like me to bang you in your ass? To put my dick way up inside your tight little virgin boyhole."

"Maybe," I told him. "Will it hurt?"

"I don't know. I never got fucked in the ass, but I know a lot of people dig it. Girls too."

"Well, okay then," I agreed. "But go slow. I don't want to get hurt."

"Gary will take care of his boy. Don't you worry. I even brought a little gel to help it go in smoothly. Drop your trunks and turn around. I want to see your ass."

I dropped the trunks and turned my back to him. He walked up behind me and began manipulating my cheeks, which was like a massage and felt very nice.

"You got a nice smooth ass on you kid, and your cheeks are nice and smooth like a woman. I think I'm really going to enjoy this. Lie down on the couch."

"It opens up into a double bed. Maybe that would be more comfortable."

"Sure. Good idea." He helped me open the bed. There was already a sheet on it and we both climbed on the bed. I was lying on my belly and he crawled up in front of my face and let me suck on his dick to get it wet. And then he straddled me again, just as he had when I was lying on the beach half drowned, but now there were no swimming trunks between us, and his hot cock was nestled comfortably in my crack. He took a tube, which had been in the plastic bag he had brought, and covered his dick with gel, and then eased some of it up my asshole with his fingers. I raised my bottom to open the passage for him, so he could get it in as far as possible. 

Then the weight of his buttcheeks lifted off mine. He had raised himself slightly and was guiding the tip of his prick into my gelled-up opening. Very slowly it started to slide in. He went very slowly, so it didn't hurt at all, and then he started to fuck me.

And I knew that this was what I had been wanting the whole summer. To feel Gary's powerful masculinity inside my body. It felt so wonderful. I started to work my rectal muscles around his dick inside my body. I tried to create a certain pressure, so that it would be like I was giving him an anal blow job. My ass was trying to suck the cum out of him.

I was moaning a lot, but he was too, and he was licking my neck and my ear, and running his palm all over my buttcheek. 

"I want to shoot my load inside your hot pussy, kid. Okay?"

"Yes," I said. "I want you to. I want to feel you come inside me. I want your cream in my body. Give it to me."

"Oh, baby! Your ass is so warm and so tight and so smooth. I've never had a fuck like this before. Never. Too bad you're not a woman. I would marry you and fuck you every night for the rest of my life."

That sounded good to me, but I wasn't a woman so it wasn't going to happen.

He just kept fucking and fucking me. Very slowly. There was no hurry. He wanted to stretch it out as long as possible, but that was not to be forever, because in about ten minutes I felt his body go into little shivers and tremors, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up tightly against him, and I could feel spasm after spasm of hot cum shooting up my passage.

"I'm coming," he screamed. But I already knew that. "Take it. Take my hot cum." And as he was holding me tightly against him and shooting into me, I shot my own wad out onto the sheet, without me even touching myself. 

We lay there for several minutes, not moving, luxuriating in each other as our breath and heart rates returned to normal. Finally, however, the inevitable happened. Gary stood up and pulled on his trunks.

"See you, kid. It's been a great summer. Good luck at college."

"Will you be here next summer?" I asked him.

"Don't know. Never plan that far ahead. Bye now."

And then he was gone. 

I got my parents to take the cabana for another summer, and was hoping that I would find Gary there. But there was a new lifeguard. Shorter and not as handsome. Not really worth drowning over. After a while I lost interest in the beach and just stayed at home in my room and read for the rest of the summer.

I have had relationships with other men over the years, but nothing approached that crazy puppylovesick exhilaration I had experienced with Gary. If I close my eyes even now, I can see his lean tanned torso standing in the open doorway of my cabana. His teeth gleaming in the suntanned face that was smiling at me. That image will forever be stamped in my mind.

After grad school, I took a job in the city, and also an apartment, and only went out to Turtle Green to visit my parents. My father died first, and about five years later my mother passed on, but I never sold the house. I thought that maybe someday I would move back into my boyhood home. 

And that did come to pass. I retired, and I was tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, so I moved back into the family home. I slept in my own room. The master bedroom was bigger, of course, but I didn't feel I belonged there. That was my parents' room. I had my own room.

As you can see, I'm overly nostalgic. It's very hard for me to let go of the past, and my first joys, and my summer with Gary.

Last week I was walking down State Street, the main street in Turtle Green. I had driven into town to pick up some groceries. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. 

"Harry?" it asked. "Is that you?"

I turned around and saw an elderly man and a good looking young boy about eighteen approaching me. "Is that you, Harry?" The elderly man asked me.

"Yes," I said, but I had no idea who he was.

He saw that I was at a loss. "Gary," he said. "It's been a long time."

"Gary," I nodded as the realization hit me. My handsome wonderful Gary was now this elderly man standing in front of me. I stretched out my hand, and we shook hands.

"I thought you moved away to the city," he told me.

"I did," I said. "But I just moved back into my parents' old house."

"Great," he said. "Harry. I'd like you to meet my grandson, Todd. Todd, say hello to Harry"

"Hi Harry," said Todd.

"Hi Todd. Nice to meet you," I replied. He was a handsome boy, but not as spectacular as Gary had been, so very many years ago. 

"Yeah," continued Gary. "We drove into town to buy Todd here a new pair of jeans and a couple of shirts, and a pair of swim trunks. He's thinking about lifeguarding next summer."

"Your grandfather used to be a lifeguard," I told Todd, which I'm sure he already knew very well.

"Yeah," said Gary. "I saved this man's life, Todd. Except for me, he wouldn't be standing here now."

"Yes, your grandfather saved my life," I told Todd.

"I always wondered what ever happened to you," said Gary. "You served a mean scotch rocks in your cabana."

"Yeah, I remember," I told him.

"Well Todd and me have to be getting home. Todd has a big tennis game this afternoon. Great seeing you again after all these years, Harry."

"Yes," I said. "Great." 

But it wasn't. I wish I had never met this man. I wanted to keep Gary as he always had been in a special compartment in my memory. The handsome young man with the big thick dick which I had sucked, and who had fucked me for the first time. Too much time had passed, and the eager adoring young boy that I had been, and the strong, handsome, sexually radiant young lifeguard that he had been no longer existed. We were now just two old men. Life can be so cruel. 

After some time I was able to erase that elderly man and his grandson from my mind, and regain the precious image of my handsome lifeguard framed in my cabana door, in that summer by the sea, that summer when I had almost drowned, that summer when I experienced unbelievable ecstasies for the first time behind the closed door of my cabana.