1 comments/ 50368 views/ 7 favorites Bangin' at Hedo By: Hedo_Harry Hi there; Hedo Harry here again, ready to tell you more about my trips to Hedonism II in Negril, Jamaica. As always, I go there with my beautiful wife, Sexy Sadie. As I told you last time, we live fairly straitlaced lives most of the year, but on our trips to Hedo, we turn into "vacation swingers" and do a lot of swapping, swinging, and all-around banging. Recently, Sadie and I were reminiscing about previous trips, and trying to remember all the places that we've fucked at Hedo. I'll describe a few of them here. That's why I'm calling this chapter, "Bangin' At Hedo!" The most obvious place to have sex is of course in your own bed in your room. And we've done plenty of that! Only at Hedo, of course, it has to be with a twist. For one thing, there are giant mirrors mounted on the ceiling in every room, right over the bed. It's great to watch your wife's sexy ass while she blows you, or while she squirms on your cock. But it's even better when you have another couple with you. I remember one time, we had met this very nice couple named Lennie and Lonnie (all names are changed here, of course!). We met them at the nude pool bar, all of us naked, of course. I was admiring Lonnie's shapely body, long legs, and puffy nipples, and I could tell that Sexy Sadie was looking hungrily at Lennie's long, stiff cock. After a few drinks and lots of touching and laughing, we invited them back to our room for some fun. Before long, I was lying on the bed on my back, with my head down near the foot of the bed. My cock was as hard as a water pipe, and sticking straight up. Lonnie was sitting on it, cowgirl style, and riding for all she was worth. Her gorgeous nipples were sticking straight out, and I was reaching up to tweak and fondle them. She apparently loved that, because she squealed with delight each time I twisted them. She also clenched her pussy on my cock with each pinch, which made things all the better for me. Right next to us on the bed, Sadie and Lennie were fucking for all they were worth. Sadie was on her back with her legs spread and her knees up, and Lennie was kneeling between them, slamming in and out of her with all his might, his large cock pistoning in and out of her beautiful pussy like a race car engine. She had her head tilted back on the pillow and her mouth half open, breathing in short, sharp gasps. Anyway, I was telling you about the mirror. As Lonnie bounced up and down on my cock, and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to swell in my loins, I looked up into the mirror over the bed. I could see down into Sexy Sadie's beautiful face as if I was facing right at her. The pleasure in her eyes made me so happy. And then, she caught my eye! Through all of her grunting and ecstasy, she gave me a wink. Just a little wink, but one that said volumes. I winked back, and then I came like a geyser. The thought of this beautiful woman, who loves me enough to let me fuck other women, and is secure enough to fuck other men right next to me, just pushed me over a physical and emotional edge. The volume of my ejaculation was sufficient to flood Lonnie's hard-working pussy, and she came too, with a loud whoop. That was enough to push Lennie over the edge, as he rammed into Sadie's honey-pot with a final, titanic thrust. Sadie came seconds later, and soon we were all rolling around on the bed, gasping, laughing, and groping one another in post-orgasmic bliss. Sadie and I eventually rolled over next to each other, and she wrapped her arms around me and gave me the deepest, wettest, longest soul kiss I can remember having in a long time. We were both filled with love for each other. Some people find it hard to understand how you can love your wife more every time you each have sex with someone else. Well, if you don't understand it, I really can't explain it to you. Maybe reading my stories will help it to make sense for you. I told you last time about Sadie and me having sex in "The Grotto." That's a little cave right near the nude pool, which is sort of semi-obscured by a waterfall. Lots of people like to go in there to put on a show, with just a tiny bit of privacy. Right near the nude pool is the nude hot tub, which is huge. It's also a good place for bangin' at Hedo. We go a lot in January, when it is practically a swinger's take-over of the resort. Only the water isn't as warm as it might be in that month. Oh, Jamaica is just as warm all year long, but there are fewer hours of daylight, so the water gets a bit cooler. Anyway, a bunch of us were in the hot tub, milling around, telling dirty jokes, drinking rum, the usual stuff. You have to understand that this isn't some backyard hot tub. It's the size of a swimming pool, with plenty of room for dozens of people to stand. Anyway, it was a bit chillier than usual, so many people started crouching down, to bring the warm water up to their necks. I did the same, and so did Sadie. But since she was standing right in front of me, crouching down brought our knees into contact. Almost absent-mindedly, I grabbed her by the buttocks, lifted her up, and brought her down into my lap. Fortunately, my cock happened to be rock hard, and it slid right into her pussy. She threw her arms around my neck, and started rocking up and down on my spindle. We kept on chatting with the people around us, of course. I don't remember what we were talking about; sports, the weather back home, what's for dinner in the dining room tonight, the usual stuff. Just chit-chat. But Sadie kept bouncing up and down on my cock as we all jabbered away. You'd maybe think we would get self-conscious about it all, but nope, that never happened. Everyone could tell what we were doing, but they just took it all in stride. In fact, we weren't even the only couple doing the exact same thing. There were at least three other couples, within my line of sight, doing the bouncy-bouncy thing just like we were! Unfortunately, neither of us could cum that way, as we were too distracted by the conversation, and also because the water tends to dry out vaginal skin. So while the sensations were still pleasant (how could they not be!), it never reached the orgasmic level. I decided that would just not do! So, I pulled Sadie up off my cock and set her on her feet. She started to give me a dirty look, but I gave her a wink and stood up and took her by the hand. She knew exactly what I meant: let's find someplace to do this properly! We said our goodbyes to the rest of the gang, telling them we were going for a "nap." Everyone at Hedo knows that a nap is just shorthand for going back to your room to fuck. Except on this occasion, we never made it back to the room. We hauled ourselves out of the hot tub, grabbed our towels, and started to walk down the path away from the tub. Sadie started down the branch that went back to our room in H-Block, but I tugged her the other way. The other branch of the little asphalt footpath goes back behind some trees and into a little park-like area. One of the hidden gems of Hedo is this little park, and it's crown jewel: a bird aviary. The aviary is shaped sort of like an igloo, but more actually more like an igloo within an igloo. The birds are all housed between the two layers of chicken-wire, which is several feet wide at all points, The inner chamber is actually open to the outside, and has a little picnic table inside. You can go in there, surrounded by birds, and have a tasty lunch or snack. Or, in our case, a nice piece of ass! We went inside the aviary and spread our towels out on the picnic table. Then I lifted Sadie up onto it, expecting her to lie on her back. But instead she got on all fours, and wiggled her ass at me. I smiled at her, and started fondling her pussy lips from behind. Before long, she was good and wet, and I hopped up onto the table behind her. My cock was stiff as a board, of course, and I guided it between her fat, slick pussy lips, easing it in to the hilt. Her glorious pussy gripped my stiff tool like a silk sock. Sadie moaned in pleasure. I started thrusting in and out of her, slowly and gently at first, then faster and harder. The birds were chirping and singing all around us. It was like an X-rated Disney movie! I thrust into her faster and faster, harder and harder, and she slammed back with all her might. I could feel the heat welling up between us. I leaned over and put one hand around her rib cage to grab her breast. I squeezed her boob tightly. She reached back with one hand and started massaging my ball sack with an expert touch, neither too hard nor too soft. This was not a spontaneous thing. We do the boob-and-balls thing every time we doggy style. That's one of the great things about a long-term relationship. You get to really refine your techniques! And it's another reason why we never get jealous when we see each other fucking other people. However nice a strange pussy or mouth feels on my cock, and however much she enjoys a bigger or fatter or just plain different dick inside her than mine, we know that we'll never duplicate the deep commitment and love that we feel for each other. Anyway, we kept that up for about ten minutes, I think. Obviously I didn't time it, but my knees were starting to hurt from the wood of the table. Those towels only have so much cushioning to them! When the time came, I squeezed her tit a little harder, and she squeezed my scrotum a little harder, and I thrust one last time, emptying my balls into her sweet, hot pussy. She took her hand off my sack and started sawing it back and forth over her clit, putting herself over the edge of her own orgasm. She moaned loudly, and then slowly sank down until her belly was on the top of the table. I sank down with her, my limp dick still in her snatch. We both sighed heavily. And then we heard the sound of applause, followed by laughter, behind us. We both hopped up off the table and turned around. Three couples had followed us from the hot tub, to see where we were going! They had watched the entire show. Sadie and I looked at each other and grinned, and then turned back to our audience and took deep bows while holding each other's hands. They applauded all the more. For the rest of the week, we carried the nicknames Bird Man and Bird Girl. On another trip, I remember lying on a beach lounger next to Sadie, just soaking up the sun and looking out over the peaceful bay. Out in the water, not too far from shore, were two floating platforms. They were about ten feet square each, covered with green astroturf, and mounted on barrels so that they floated about twelve inches above the water. They were anchored with ropes to the bed of the bay so they wouldn't float away, but they still rocked and swayed with the waves. People liked to swim or wade out there, and sun themselves on the platforms, away from the crowds. Of course, the platforms saw other uses as well. On this one occasion, while I was relaxing and watching the peacefulness of the bay, my eye caught some movement in the distance. I glanced over, and saw that there was a couple on one of the platforms, going at it like there was no tomorrow. She was on her back, he was face down between her legs, and her ankles were locked over his tailbone. His ass was pumping up and down like a jackhammer. She was thrashing her head from side to side, loving every minute of it. I elbowed Sadie in the ribs. She put down her book and gave me a dirty look. I pointed out toward the platform. After that, we both watched the show. Other people walking by saw us gazing intently out to sea, and had to stop and see what we were watching. Pretty soon we had a little clot of about a dozen people, all watching the couple on the platform. After a while, I guess they got tired of missionary, and the man got up to his knees. He pulled his woman up and put her on all fours, and proceeded to fuck her doggy style for awhile. Then she pulled away from his cock, and turned around, motioning him to stand up. He did, his erect cock bobbing in the breeze, and she proceeded to inhale it into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around his buttocks, and it looked like she was trying to stuff his entire pelvis into her mouth. He grabbed her by the ears and swung back and forth from the knees, fucking her mouth relentlessly. Our little group of onlookers were getting pretty affected by the erotic antics on the platform; most of the men were sporting erections, and a few of them were starting to gently stroke themselves. I was still lying down next to Sadie, and she obliged me by gently stroking my stiffie for me, slowly and casually. One of the single guys in our little group saw this, and took the opportunity to stand on the other side of her. Sadie obliged him as well, and started stroking his cock with her other hand. Meanwhile, we all kept watching the show. The woman on the platform was apparently ready for a change of pace, as she pulled away from the man's cock and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to the astroturf. She put him on his back. His cock stuck up skyward like a flagpole. She sat on his face, and he dutifully buried his nose in her pussy. She leaned forward, and gave his cock a few more licks and sucks. Then she shimmied forward, squatted, and impaled herself on his stiff pole, in a classic reverse cowgirl position. She bounced up and down a few times while steadying herself with her hands on the surface, and then she straightened up to get a deeper penetration. It was at that point, when her posture became erect and her back arched, that she saw our little peanut gallery! I can only imagine what went through her head, seeing a dozen naked men and women, stroking themselves and each other while watching her and her man go through their entire repertoire! But I'll give her credit; she is true Hedo material. She just smiled, waved, and continued bouncing up and down on the erect cock with renewed vigor. The man was still oblivious, and she didn't seem interested in informing him. In fact, she seemed more interested than ever in making him cum! She bounced harder and faster, squirmed her hips in all sorts of gyrations, and reached down and massaged his gonads and tickled his thighs with her hands. That was all the poor fellow could take, and he suddenly lost it. He screamed in orgasm and bucked his hips like a bronco at the rodeo, pumping his spunk deep into her body. She rode harder and faster until he was completely spent. Then she leapt up and took a bow. Our little gang on the beach roared with applause and adulation. We clapped, we hooted, we hollered. The poor guy, lying there on the platform with a withering dick, turned ten shades of red. But he was a good sport. He got up and took a red-faced bow all the same. But it wasn't over yet. One of the couples in our little audience decided they could perform just as well, if not better. Holding each other's hands, they ran splashing into the water, and soon pulled themselves up onto the other floating platform, fifteen feet away from the first one. They immediately dropped into a sixty-nine position, sucking and lapping at each other so loudly that we could hear it all the way back on the beach. The first couple, not about to be shown up in their hour of triumph, quickly dropped to a sixty-nine position on their own platform. And that was the beginning of one of the strangest episodes I've ever witnessed at Hedo. And that is saying a lot! Fortunately, someone in our group of voyeurs had run to the nearby grill and gotten some paper plates and some Sharpies. We now had plates with large numbers written on them, from 1 to 10. When the newcomer couple felt they'd put on enough of a show with their mutual oral display, they jumped to their feet to take a bow. We held up our plates: a nine, a nine, and a six from an East German woman. Everyone howled with laughter. The original couple leapt up to take their bow. They got an eight, a nine, and a ten. More laughter. The newcomer couple did several minutes of doggy style, earning themselves a seven, an eight, and a ten. The original couple duplicated the feat, earning two nines and a ten. Then the newcomers, trying to win all the marbles in one fell swoop, executed a very difficult and dangerous maneuver: the reverse piledriver. I won't even begin to try to describe it; if you aren't familiar, Google it. Suffice it to say that if both of you aren't very strong and very limber, you could seriously hurt yourself. Anyway, they carried it off magnificently, earning tens across the board, as well as hoots and applause and two-finger mouth whistles. The original couple stared open-mouthed at this display of virtuoso fucking. Then they shook their heads, turned to the newcomers, and applauded, conceding defeat. Meanwhile, Sexy Sadie had been slowly stroking both my cock and that of the young single dude standing on her other side this entire time. She hadn't intended to get either of us off, but even that gentle type of stroking builds up after a long enough time. She could tell that we were both close to blasting off. She pulled the young single guy closer to her so that his dick was pointed right at her naked boobs. I rolled over to my side so that my cock was likewise pointed at her chest. Both of our breaths were coming short and fast, and all three of us knew that the inevitable was close at hand. And it was! I shot first, drenching my wife's bosom with my spunk, and our new young friend was only seconds behind. Soon his pearly cum joined mine on Sexy Sadie's sexy chest, glistening on her globes and dripping off the tips of her erect nipples. I relaxed back in my lounger, exhausted after all the excitement. But the young fellow did not. Without bothering to ask permission, he sank to his knees and bent his head down. He licked up all the jism, his and mine, from my wife's chest, cleaning up every inch of her boobs, belly, and even the odd shot that had made it down to her thighs. Sadie then spread her legs and said that she thought there was a little more there that he might have missed. Soon he was lapping at her cunt lips like a man who hadn't eaten in a week, and before long he brought Sadie to a thunderous orgasm. Sadie thanked him, and asked him for his name and room number. Later that night.... Oh, but that's a story for another chapter. For today, I'm focusing on fucking in unusual places at Hedo. But never fear, we had lots of interesting adventures with our young single friend, and I'll get to them eventually. Back to today's topic: alternate locations for sex! One night we were having dinner with our friends Zane and Zelda. They are a fun couple that are always up for anything. Out of the blue, Zane asked us if we'd ever had sex in the hammocks. Now, the hammocks are your basic rope hammocks, tied up to palm trees and scattered around the resort, mostly at the beach. And as a matter of fact, yes, Sadie and I had tried to have sex in one of them late one night. But we kept falling out! There is no way to keep them stable while you are climbing into them, let alone while trying to consummate the dirty deed! I told Zane as much. "Ah, I know your problem!" he said. "You need a spotter!" We all laughed. But after dinner, we dropped our clothes off at our rooms, and then we all wandered down to the beach, naked, in search of a hammock in a secluded spot. The nude beach, even though it was pitch dark out, still had plenty of people milling around, walking the sand or the surf, or having sex on the loungers; none of the hammocks on that side were private enough for our taste. So we went to the prude side of the beach, which technically requires one to wear clothing. But after dark, nobody cares. And there is rarely anyone on that side of the beach after dark, anyway. So we found ourselves a nice secluded hammock on the prude beach, and went up to test its stability. I rocked it back and forth. Sure enough, it had no stability at all. Zane said, "Harry, you and Zelda hold the hammock stable. Sadie and I will show you how it's done." Bangin' at Hedo Sadie was smiling from ear to ear. She was hoping this was what would happen. She just loves getting Zane's oversized cock in her pussy. With Zelda and I holding on to each side of the rope hammock, Zane climbed in, and lay down on his back. It surely would have tipped if we hadn't been holding it. Then Sadie climbed in, and Zelda and I again strained to keep it from rocking. Once Sadie and Zane were settled into the middle of the hammock, though, it seemed pretty stable on its own. Sadie knelt down between Zane's legs and started sucking on his cock. She wasn't planning on giving him a full blowjob, though; she just wanted to make sure that he was pumped up to his full, enormous size. And soon enough, he was. Then she crawled up forward on his body, planted her shins on either side of his ribs, and lowered her pussy onto his gigantic pole of flesh. She gasped as he entered her, stretching her tender lips. Zane gasped too, as he felt the warm, sweet wetness of her moist, tender honeypot. Sadie started bouncing up and down on the shaft, but kept her hands gripping his shoulders for stability. Soon they had worked up a good rhythm, up and down, back and forth, up and down. Both of their eyes were closed as they let themselves get entranced by the pleasure. I looked at Zelda. She looked at me and smiled. She cautiously, slowly took her hands away from the rope of the hammock, but kept them hovering inches away, just in case. I did the same. We both stood there, ready to grab it if it should go unstable, for several minutes. But Zane and Sadie had settled into a nice slow predictable rhythm that didn't appear as though it would upset the apple cart. Zelda smiled again, and backed away, beckoning to me to follow. Not far away, there was a beach shower. Like the rest of the prude beach, it was abandoned. These showers are all over the resort, and they are very cool: they are built as a spiral concrete wall, starting low to the ground and getting taller as it winds its way inward. By the time you get to the middle where the shower is, it is tall enough for complete privacy. The slanted tops of the walls are inset with beautiful conch shells. Anyway, Zelda took me by the hand and led me to the spiral conch shower. She pulled me all the way in. Once we reached the center, she threw her arms around my neck and jammed her tongue down my throat. I did what any sane man would do: I kissed her back, grabbed her ass, and mashed her giant boobs against my chest. I felt her nipples stiffening against my pecs and the heat coming from her crotch. After several minutes of hot wet kissing, Zelda reached back for the rope that turns on the shower. Normally you have to hold it down to keep the water running, but she found a little outcrop of rock that she could hook it onto, therefore keeping the water spraying on us. We continued to make out, with water pelting down on our heads and shoulders. My cock, naturally, was as hard as a conch shell itself, and Zelda could feel it pressing against her taut abs. She stroked it a few times with one hand, and then backed me up against the concrete wall, right under the shower head. I reached under her ass and hoisted her up, then impaled her on my stiff cock, burying myself to the hilt in her warm wetness. She wrapped her arms even tighter around my neck, and wrapped her legs around my waist. We began our own fucking rhythm, right there under the warm water, our mouths clamped together as tightly as our crotches were. That seemed to go on for an eternity; Zelda's beautiful, massive boobs pressing against my chest, her delicious mouth all over mine, and her warm, gripping pussy pulsating and purring on my stiff, engorged cock. A buzz of sensual pleasure engulfed me, and neither time nor place nor thought had any meaning. But of course it didn't last forever. Eventually, I felt my orgasm rising. She felt it too, and writhed ever more frantically against my cock, her clit mashing against my pubic bone. When I came, and my cock pumped jolt after jolt of cum deep into her womanhood, my shuddering body was all that it took to force her over the edge as well. She practically convulsed in my arms, and nearly tore my cock off with her gyrations! I held her tightly until she was spent, and then slowly lowered her to the ground. One final sweet kiss was shared between us, and a couple of loving smiles. We had barely begun to catch our breath when we heard cries. It was Zane and Sadie. "Hey, get back here! You guys!!" We ran out of the shower enclosure. Zane and Sadie had apparently finished their business in the hammock, and, not seeing us around, had tried to dismount on their own. Big mistake! It of course had capsized before they were halfway out, and had spilled them to the ground, but not before they had their legs and arms tangled in the ropes of the hammock. They were hanging comically, half suspended, half on the ground, with sand stuck all over their sweaty bodies. Zelda and I laughed our asses off. "You should have waited for your spotters before trying to dismount!" I laughed. "Yeah, well you should have stuck around to spot us," laughed Zane. We managed to get them disentangled eventually. Zane looked Zelda and me up and down. "I was going to ask if you guys wanted to take a turn in the hammock, but you both look pretty well fucked already." "Yeah, we'll do it another time," I said. "Let's all go to the bar and get a drink." So we linked up, all arm in arm, and sauntered off down to the nude beach and Elroy's nude beach bar. The last thing we wanted was to put clothes on so that we could drink in the dining room! Okay, one more "sex in unusual places" story. And it's a nice romantic one to finish this chapter off. This happened on the same trip as the two couples on the floating platforms with the judging numbers on the paper plates, but it was later in the trip. In fact, it was our last night of a two-week trip. Sexy Sadie and I had fucked dozens of friends and strangers, and of course each other, and we were almost - almost! - looking forward to going back home to our normal lives. Until the next trip, of course. We enjoyed a romantic dinner in the resort's Italian Restaurant all by ourselves. Then we sat in the main dining room, sipping some late-night cocktails and holding hands, and thinking about all the good friends and good times we'd just experienced. We'd spent very little time alone together, which isn't unusual at Hedo, because you have so many close friends as soon as you get there. But this night, we were feeling very close to each other, and almost anti-social in our desire to be with each other only. It was 2 in the morning, and the bartenders were closing up the dining room bar. The nude pool bar would still be open, but it would be a raucous party, and we had no interested in that this melancholy night. So we wandered down to the deserted portion of the beach, after dropping all our clothes off at our room in H-Block. We walked the beach, hand in hand, not speaking a word, until we came to the part of the beach with the floating platforms. The sea was silent and calm, and the moon was full and was glinting off the water. The entire scene was magical. We both looked out at the platforms, and then at each other. "Let's show them how it's really done," Sadie said to me, in a sexy, sultry, loving voice that almost made my heart melt. It certainly made my cock stiffen. She grabbed one of the plastic floaty chair pads off of a nearby lounger, and started walking out into the water. I grabbed another pad and followed her. Soon we were paddling our way out to the furthest of the platforms. She reached it first, and threw her pad up onto the platform. Then she hauled herself up onto it. I followed suit. We arranged the pads side by side, to form a makeshift mattress. She rose, faced me, and stretched out her arms. I held out my arms, and she melted into my embrace. We kissed, tenderly yet fiercely, as the full moon beamed down on our figures, casting a long, erotic shadow on the face of the water. Then she slid out of my arms and lay down on the padded surface. She rolled over onto her back. She raised her knees, keeping her feet flat on the pad, and spread her legs and her arms wide. I got down on my knees between hers, and stared down at her beautiful face, bone white in the moonlight. My heart nearly broke from how beautiful she was. She grabbed my turgid cock and pulled me toward her. The touch of her cool hand was electric on the skin of my shaft. I leaned over, my hands on each side of her, as she guided my throbbing tool into her hot, moist pussy. I could feel the loving lips part and the moist walls slide around my shaft as they sucked me in. I leaned farther forward, until my nipples were touching her chest, and my lips lightly grazed hers. "I love you," I said. She looked up at me. "I know," she said, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her. My cock slipped farther and deeper into the world's greatest pussy. I didn't push, I didn't stab, I didn't thrust. I just let it slide in, feeling the magical ecstasy. She slowly rocked her hips, and I slowly rocked mine. My cock slowly entered and exited her, over and over, with tender, gentle, loving strokes. Our kiss never broke. Our eyes never closed, either, as we stared into each other's faces, seeing in each other our destiny and our heaven. We must have kept up that gentle, loving fucking for half an hour, our souls as entwined as our bodies. But all good things, like Caribbean vacations and the world's tenderest fuck, must come to an end. Eventually we both reached our inevitable climaxes. But they weren't thunderous; they weren't massive. Neither of us cried or groaned or yelled. We both let out low, contented moans as I felt my load quietly unleash itself, lovingly anointing my true love with the greatest of gifts. Then I rolled off of her, but our embrace never failed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke up several hours later, with the sun just starting to appear over the horizon. We had just enough time to run back to our room, stuff our meagre sets of clothing in our suitcases, and get on our bus for the airport. But, we shall return!