2 comments/ 69767 views/ 8 favorites Finnish Lifeguard Ch. 01 By: johnnieblue44 "I can get her for us, hun. She's very horny." Those words were uttered by my latest girlfriend, Kim, as we stood on the balcony of our ocean side hotel room on the fourth floor. Despite the panoramic beauty of the view in front of us, the Atlantic Ocean on Labor Day weekend, our eyes were diverted to the pool several stories below us. Or more specifically, to the tall, young blonde lifeguard who was perched statuesquely in her chair by the pool. "Now, honey, how the hell can you tell that from way up here?", I whispered into Kim's ear, while continuing to rub her flat stomach and small of her back (she loved that spot!) through her sarong and gently grinding my cock Into her firm backside. Kim lifted an arm and pulled my neck closer to her own, allowing me to nibble on the nape of her neck. "While you were taking care of the check-in formalities, I was checking out the scenery by the pool," Kim replied. "I saw her coming from the ladies dressing room off the lobby and we exchanged eye contact and smiles. It was an unspoken mutual appreciation society, babe, trust me." Oh, I trusted Kim, all right, at least on that particular issue. Who wouldn't have an appreciation for Kim, I wondered, as my hand eased down below her sarong and caressed her ass cheeks. I had hit the proverbial sexual lottery with this woman, and was grateful for my good fortune. It was only going to be a matter of time until I fucked up this relationship, too, I was very adept at that, but for the time being, I was riding the sexual wave, so to speak. I had been divorced for about three years now, and had been granted shared parental custody of my seven-year-old son, Travis. I'd taken Travis to one of his fellow first-graders birthday parties at the end of the last school year, several months ago now, and Kim was the entertainer at the kids' party, playing children songs on her guitar, directing the pinata game, telling stories, and basically being a charmer. The kids weren't the only ones who were charmed. I'd have to say that every dad at the party paid extra special attention to the events In the backyard of the Reynolds' house that day rather than the Phillies game on TV. I was the only single dad at the party, and as it turned out, this fortuitous meeting of opportunity and timing worked in my favor. Kim LIKED ME, SHE REALLY, REALLY LIKED ME!! Geez. Go figure. Kim was, in a word, sensational. She had long, cascading blonde hair that hung almost down to her waist. She was perky, fit, and petite, about five-foot-two, with sparkling blue eyes and a happy, engaging smile and outgoing demeanor. I learned later that she taught autistic children as a profession, and had an eternal love for kids because she was unable to have any of her own. Oh, and did I mention that Kim had a body that was beyond belief for a woman in her mid-forties? Gee, I guess I haven't gotten to that tidbit yet, but as this story progresses, remind me to describe her washboard stomach, firm, round tits with rock-hard nipples, and an ass that begged to be the catcher for the Olympic quarter-bouncing team. In other words, it was perfect. But I digress. She had been in an unhappy, abusive marriage for many years, and had finally separated from her now ex-husband about the same time as I discovered that my own ex-wife, Cindy, fifteen years my junior, had a more-than-friendly relationship with several of the neighbors, including the administrator at my son's school. And Travis' karate instructor. And the...well, you get the idea. The divorce and custody process was drawn out and emotionally painful. During these two years, I focused entirely on Travis' well-being and hardly dated at all. Prior to my marriage to Cindy which occurred just before my thirty-ninth birthday, I had been with many women, the epitome of the happy bachelor playing the field. I thought I had sewn my wild oats from a carnal perspective, but that afternoon in the Reynolds' backyard changed that irreversibly. Kim and I arranged a dinner date for later that evening of the kids' party back In June. The date was Instant and unmistakable chemistry. Several mere hours later she was bent over the hood of my Lexus In the parking lot of the restaurant where we had just dined, with several couples walking by In close proximity, hearing her moans of delight and encouragement as I fucked her savagely. I learned right then that Kim shared my penchant and fascination with watching, and being watched, among many other sexual adventures. Including her blossoming bisexuality. So, now, as I lowered my hand beneath Kim's string bikini bottom under her sarong and teased her with one finger liltingly vibrating over the hood of her clit, I became even more aroused at what plans Kim may have in store for our nubile young lifeguard below. I had twice watched her seduce strange women in public places, and it turned me on beyond description. One episode was at the B-Bar In the casino in Atlantic City, though I was only permitted to be a spectator for this event because the other woman was staunchly lesbian. However, several weeks ago, we had attended a wedding ceremony at the Yacht Club In Pleasantville, and Kim seduced and charmed the cousin of the groom, Mikki, a lovely redhead in for the wedding from Minnesota, and we ended up In a passionate threesome that lasted until well into the following morning. As my buddy the groom said later, "Those redheads from Minnesota will fuck your eye-teeth out." Those redheads from Minnesota can lick a wonderful pussy, too, according to Kim's moans that night and morning. We waited eagerly for another opportunity to explore a similar situation, and Kim had apparently found one for us. "How old do you think she is, sweetie?", I asked as I continued my manual ministrations of her pussy on the balcony. Kim reached behind me to grab my now steel-hard cock through my shorts, easing herself backward at the same time. "Mmmm, old enough, babe. And young enough. Like Goldilocks, just right. Let me take care of that for you now, though, Johnnie." For months now, I couldn't seem to get my cock out of Kim's mouth. It was an endearing habit of hers. Kim had already sucked me on the car-ride down, accompanied for five miles or so in the other lane of the Atlantic City Expressway by a SUV full of college-aged boys as enthusiastic spectators. They waved and honked and cheered wildly as Kim raised her tight ass to window-level and bared her tits, and ended the show with a wildly popular dripping of my cum down her chin and onto her tits, then rubbing my milky white sperm all over her firm boobs, while the young men went bonkers. "Uh, no, gorgeous, remember the display you put on for our frat boy buddies? It's time for me to take care of you. Just relax," I whispered, as I inserted first one, and then a second finger into her cunt, rubbing her nipples with my other hand. "Besides, I want to get you so wet that you'll require a lifeguard's assistance." I plunged a third finger deep in her hot cunt and felt her muscles spasm and convulse and grip my fingers tightly. "God, oh God," she moaned softly, her body quivering, her legs spreading Instinctively. "Nobody, but nobody, can finger-fuck like you. Your touch Is amazing." I loved making Kim cum, I loved pleasing her. I felt so fortunate to be this woman's current boyfriend, and I never could completely understand why she fell for me. One day, in a rather astounding display of lack of self-esteem, I actually posed that query to her. She looked at me disbelievingly and as she tousled my hair lovingly, she said, "Well, let's see, let's take an inventory. You're smart, funny, creative, adventurous, kind to me, a great dad, and your fingers and tongue give me pleasure like I've never imagined." (In a classic glass-is-half-empty thought, I wondered If my cock was chopped liver, but I thought I'd leave well enough alone.) She played me like a violin, expertly utilizing a dramatic pause. "Oh, did I overlook that beautiful, long cock of yours?", she giggled. Sigh of relief. Whew. Fast forward to the balcony. "I luv making you cum, Kim, cum for me, shoot your nectar onto my finger so we can taste you together." The fact that we were on a balcony overlooking a busy pool and within eyesight of the nearby boardwalk only heightened our mutual arousal. I pulled Kim's top from her chest, exposing her left breast, and waited until I felt her on the brink of an orgasm until I flicked my long middle finger onto her g-spot on her inner wall. She came in a long, heated gush of liquid that dripped onto my hand and down the crack of her ass and thighs. She always smelled so good, so fresh, her sex scent was intoxicating. She trembled in a series of small after-shocks as I pulled her top back on and lifted my fingers to her mouth, and we shared her delicious juices. "Well, that'll warm me up for the task at hand, thank you!" she smiled. "I'll be right back, sweetie." Kim grabbed her travel bag and scurried into the bathroom as I continued to linger on the balcony and gazed at the young lifeguard below. The young beauty let her sinewy, long legs dangle from the chair and one wiggled back and forth. She scanned the pool's occupants, a group of squealing kids and tried less than successfully to hide her boredom. She was tall, from this distance I guessed about maybe five-foot-ten, with short blonde hair and a small, round butt. Her calves and thighs were tightly muscled. If I had to wager a bet, I'd say perhaps tennis player legs. She was dressed in a conservative one-piece bathing suit with the resort's logo on the hip, and her breasts looked on the smallish side. In short, she looked as if she could pass for a Russian pro tennis player, at least in my fertile Imagination.. Turns out, I wasn't that far off, just one sport and a few countries. My thoughts were brought back to reality as I heard Kim's voice as she exited from the bathroom, "Hey, big boy, quick drooling over our prey and look this way." My jaw gaped in an involuntary display of surprise, admiration, and lust. Kim was dressed in the tiniest of string bikinis, chocolate brown with some gold trim, accentuating her blonde hair and fair skin perfectly. Her nipples were barely covered by two slim triangles, yet the nipples still poked through the fabric, revealing her excitement. The bottom half was skin-tight and clearly showed the folds of her labia, and she turned around to give me a show of her round, tight rear, encased in not quite a thong, but still displaying at least half of her ass cheeks. I whistled softly. "God, Almighty.'" I thought. "How did I get so lucky?" Kim had always enjoyed pushing the envelope with her revealing wardrobe in public, short skirts, midriff tops, etc. However, this took things to new heights, which was exactly how my dick was responding. I finally let my eyes wander back up to her broadly grinning face. "Kim, honey, in all sincerity, I don't think I've ever seen a sexier woman. You look absolutely incredible." She walked towards me slowly, her eyes emblazoning Into my own. "You make me very happy, John, safe and warm. I want to do everything for you." With that, she kissed me, softly, deeply, slowly, hungrily, passionately, lovingly. She released her kiss after a few minutes and we both sighed. I looked her up and down again and shook my head. "Wow!" I muttered happily. "Well, are you just going to stand there and mumble or are you going to help me seduce our lifeguard? She may be in need of some mouth-to-pussy resuscitation." Kim playfully reached for my hard cock through my khaki shorts. "And she may certainly like this as well." I quickly through on my own trunks as Kim packed some lotion and blankets in a shoulder bag. She glanced at her watch. "Five thirty. I plan to have her up here in an hour. I want you to just watch me. I want to play. Deal?" "Anything you say, darlin'. Any fuckin' thing you say. What do I have to do?" "Just go down to the pool and grab a lounge chair somewhere near the front of the pool, not too close, though." Kim looked over the railing of the balcony and downward to the pool area. "Hmm, see that chair with the red blanket, about four chairs to the left of our 'target'? Sit next to that one, I'll be down in five minutes." I kissed Kim on the lips and scrambled to my mission. "Hey," she said, as I opened the door. She tossed me a paperback book. "Don't make it too obvious, sailor. Have some decorum. Geez, I gotta teach you everything about how to pick up a woman, don't I?" "Hey now, I did Ok with you." I puffed out my chest In mock pride. "Yeah, but I'm kinda easy," Kim laughed. "You didn't have to work hard at all, I just wanted that great cock I saw at the party. That should teach you to go commando at a first graders' birthday party. "Guilty as charged, ma'am," I blushed. "I was really trying to pick up Mrs. Mat thews, that divorcee. But, I upgraded to you. Again, my good fortune." "Yep, I'll say. Now get your three legs down to the pool and just wait and watch." I stumbled out the door. I could have pushed for the elevator button hands-free at this point. Thankfully, the elevator was very slow moving and took quite a while to reach my floor, lest people think I was a mobile coat-hanger. I'd finally composed myself as I swung open the gate to the pool and walked by the young lifeguard, whose face I now saw was covered with small, cute freckles on her tiny nose. She had light green eyes, almost cat-like. I Instantly gauged her age to be within a year or two of twenty-five. Her face was without even a hint of make up, but she was still cover-girl pretty, with eastern European or Scandinavian features. I smiled at her as I passed and she politely but dismissively smiled back In that way that resort employees do to the guests at the tail end of a long summer. "Good thing for Kim, " I thought. "I couldn't attract this girl on my own even if I had mermaid fins." I pulled up the chair that Kim had pointed out and pretended to read the book behind my sunglasses. I glanced at the cover. Connoisseur's Sex Guide by Anne Hooper. I wondered If that was a coincidence, but knowing Kim, surmised that it wasn't. My attention was drawn to murmurs I heard coming from the other end of the pool, where a few remaining mommies and daddies were watching their children swim in the pool in the late afternoon sun. I looked up to discover what the murmurs were for, but my gaze was distracted to the gate opening at the front of the pool. Kim had arrived. She had not bothered to wear a sarong or shirt, she simply appeared in that incredible bikini. If anything, she had bunched the top and bottom even tighter so that her nipples virtually peeked from the small fabric of triangles and her taut butt cheeks were more than half exposed, almost thong-like. She had augmented her entrance by putting on a 4-inch pair of gold stilettos, highlighting the lean muscles In her calves. My dick again instantly sprang to life beneath my loose trunks, as I imagined did every guy's dick who watched this beauty's majestic entrance into the pool area. From the boardwalk, I heard a lone, admiring wolf-whistle. My eyes diverted to the young lifeguard, whose jaw had virtually dropped as she looked directly at Kim, transfixed on the vision. The lifeguard was completely unaware that I was surveying her every reaction to Kim's arrival, though I was only a few feet away from the young lady. Kim strode confidently towards the front of the pool, her ass wiggling seductively in a blatant display of wanton sexuality. Her high heels clicked against the concrete deck, adding an audible staccato accompaniment to her grand walk. Kim glanced confidently around the pool, and lowered the rims of her sunglasses as if pondering which chair she should choose. (I thought to myself at that moment that never in my life would I have wanted more to be a lounge chair.) Beneath her glasses, now teetering on the rim of her nose, I saw Kim peer at lifeguard purposefully. The young lady, now completely inattentive to her task of watching the pool's inhabitants, swallowed and blushed. (I was told long ago, and It's proved one hundred percent accurate, that once a woman blushes, she is sexually aroused.) Kim strode up to the chair next to the lifeguard stand, and made a big production of turning the chair around, under the auspices of guiding it in the direction of the sun. I now realized why Kim had directed me to sit where I had. The lifeguard and I were now the only ones on that end of the pool, and thus, the only ones who could see Kim from the front now that she had turned her own chair around. I smiled at her creativeness and ingenuity. Kim made a point of bending over at the hip, turning her gorgeous ass right in front of the lifeguard, as she covered her lounge chair's back and arms with three blankets, which served as a visual block to anyone on the other end of the pool, much to the daddies' dismay, I'm certain. Before settling In her new location, though, Kim walked up to the lifeguard stand and stood a few feet away from the young guard, smiling as she noticed her blushing face and accelerated breathing. "HI, honey, what's your name?", Kim asked In a friendly tone. The guard gulped briefly before whispering, "My name Is Martina." Kim licked her lips with her long, pink tongue and purred, "Mmm, hello, Martina. My name Is Kim. I was wondering If you could help me?" Martina nodded tentatively. One could only imagine what was going through Martina's mind, pondering what help it was that Kim wanted. "I was hoping that you could bring me a few extra towels, Martina. Could you do that for me, pretty please?" Again, Martina nodded, and almost absent-mindedly, hopped down from her stand, her own tight little ass now plainly visible to me for the first time, and reached into a bin and grabbed a handful of towels and delivered them to Kim, who was now making an exaggerated production of getting comfortable on her chair, arranging and rearranging the blankets, and pulling the chair even closer to Martina's own chair. "Thank you so much, Martina, that is so sweet of you." Kim said in a lilting yet husky voice. "You see, I plan on getting very, very, very wet." Martina gazed at Kim, mesmerized, as Kim lowered herself on the chair. No one In the pool area except Martina and I could now see Kim because of the blankets completely surrounding her chair, almost tent-like. However, I wondered if any of the guests in the hotel were watching from their balconies or windows above. If so, they were about to see quite a show. Martina composed herself for an instant, remembering where she was and her primary duty, to watch the pool. Fortunately, perhaps because Kim's arrival had so distracted the men and made the mommies envious, two of the families with young children were now gathering their belongings, as the kids wailed their dismay at the conclusion of their aquatic activities for the afternoon. Martina climbed back upon her chair as the dads vainly tried to cop a peek at Kim as they departed the pool area, their respective wives grumping in Kim's direction. There were now only three other people at the other end of the pool, an elderly couple engaged in a card game, and a huge, obese woman, swimming laps, no doubt convinced that with only a few trillion more laps to complete, she, too, could transpose her body into one like Kim's. Thus, there was nothing to distract Martina. Kim seized the opportunity to lift her buns from the chair and place one of the towels underneath her ass, and then lowered herself onto it. Martina reached into a small carry-bag that hung from the arms of her own stand, and put a big pair of sunglasses on herself. With that silent cue now mutually understood, Kim raised her hands to her chest and peeled the small brown triangles away from her tits and pushed them aside, exposing her rock-hard pink nipples, now almost shining in the setting sun. My own cock and balls throbbed now to the point that I thought I was going to shoot cum for yards. Finnish Lifeguard Ch. 01 Both Kim's and Martina's eyes were hidden behind their respective dark shades, but it was apparent that both of them were staring directly at the other. Martina squirmed visibly in her seat. Kim's fingers pinched and played with both nipples, and her mouth opened in an oval, silent groan, and she rubbed her beautiful tits together, creating a small mountain of cleavage for Martina's and my own viewing. It was at this very moment that Martina suddenly remembered my presence, and her head snapped towards me and she looked at me very anxiously. "Don't worry, darling," Kim whispered to the skittish guard. "He had these boobs in his own hands about twenty minutes ago. That's my boyfriend, John." Martina smiled nervously in my direction, and I smiled back, spreading my legs slightly and turning them in Martina's direction, the bulge In my trunks now very obvious. Martina's eyes lowered to my crotch area, and she no doubt could see my own excitement. "Would you like to see what else John just had in his hands?" Kim cooed seductively. With that, she peeled aside her brown string bikini bottoms and Kim's glistening, beautiful shaved cunt lips were now exposed directly to Martina. Kim dangled a long, manicured middle finger to her folds. "This, Martina, he had this in his hands." Kim inserted the finger into her hole and Martina and I watched it disappear Into Kim's tunnel. Martina's face was now flushed, beet-red, her tits heaving as her breathing became erratic. "He was finger-fucking me, Martina. Just. Like. This." Kim's stomach muscles contracted as she pulled her finger from her cunt and pulled her pink lips far apart, so that her pulsating clit was clearly visible. "Just like John Is going to finger-fuck you and I'm going to eat your pussy when you get off of work." Kim pushed her bikini tops and bottom back to cover her private parts In one motion, and stood up from the chair so quickly as to startle Martina, who virtually shuddered and shook in her stand now. Kim bent over again, her ass towards Martina and me, a big damp pool of juices oozing onto the crotch of her bikini and down her thighs. She reached Into her bag and pulled out the room key and gathered the towels. "I told you I get so very wet. Now, would you be a dear and come up to our room soon so you can help me with this wetness issue?" Kim glanced at me, and smiled. She nodded in my direction to Martina. "Oh, yes, seems my boyfriend has a situation that requires servicing also. Can you assist?" Martina composed herself, and she surprised me with the tone in her voice. "I get done in about 45 minutes", she growled in that eastern European accent. "I have to clean the pool and then take a shower." Kim looked lustily at Martina, pleased and aroused at her prey's enthusiasm for the fun to follow. "Nonsense, you are more than happy to use our shower, dear. It fits three very comfortably." She handed her the room key. "Room 414, until then." Kim wiggled a finger at me. "Cum, darling, we have to prepare for our guest. Cum along now." I hastily gathered up my book and towel and scurried after Kim, whose ass again sashayed while her heels clicked on the pool deck. Over my shoulder, I glanced back at Martina, whose face was now mixed in a combination of surprise and lust. These next few hours were to be the most exciting of our fledgling sex adventures, all thanks to Kim. I hastened to express my gratitude. The male members of the front desk staff and bell hops stopped in their tracks as Kim and I waited for the elevator. She shifted from one leg to the other teasingly, and adjusted the back of her bikini bottoms by lifting the fabric from her cheeks, giving the admirers a full, though fleeting, glimpse of her entire ass. When the doors finally opened, I took Kim by the hand and pulled her inside. I hastily pushed "8" on the elevator call button. As the doors closed, Kim started to say, "No, we're on the fourth..", but I muffled her words by pulling her face to mine and kissing her frantically on her mouth, my hand simultaneously lowering to her pussy and jamming three fingers tightly into her sopping wet cunt in one motion, flicker-fucking wildly, nearly lifting her entire body off the floor with each thrust deep in her soaking pussy, lowering my mouth to her tits and sucking them roughly. It didn't matter if anyone came in, at that moment, we were both more turned on than we had ever been in our lives. The elevator was lined with mirrored walls, and I turned Kim around and pressed her tits against the glass, caressing them, grabbing them, biting on her earlobes, still three fingers buried snugly In her cunt, vibrating within her walls. The elevator beeped, signaling our arrival on the eighth floor. Kim struggled to release herself from my grip, but I continued my manual assault on her body, pushing her even more tightly to the wall, fucking her with my hands. A middle-aged man in a Hawaiian shirt entered the cab, reading a brochure, but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the scenes before him. He had only time to blink before I hit "4" on the call button. "Sorry, emergency, this car's taken." The door closed and the last thing I saw was him dropping his brochure. I pulled my cock from my trunks and lowered Kim's bikini bottoms and jabbed my cock at her ass crack while never releasing my frantic digital spelunking of her cunt. As I hit her g-spot, she wailed in ecstasy, just as the doors opened on floor number four. A young woman in a pink hotel uniform with a housekeeping cart was greeted by a sight that she won't soon forget. Kim's eyes were rolling back in her head and she continued to spasm from the after-shocks of her orgasm. With my right foot, I held the door open as the maid, whose name badge said "Consuelo" beneath an ample chest, gaped at the sight disbelievingly as Kim and I stumbled out of the elevator, my cock now tucked back in my shorts, but Kim's nipples and pussy still exposed as her bikini was in disheveled disarray. We staggered down the hall to our room, and as I stumbled for the room key, I looked behind me to see Consuelo peering around the corridor wall. I slapped Kim's exposed butt hard as the sound echoed and resonated down the hall. We entered our room and I virtually slammed Kim against the door ripping her bikini down her legs, throwing her leg over my shoulder as I knelt in front of her, and buried my tongue deep in her snatch and inserted my thumb into her ass hole. She gyrated and moaned and screamed and I lapped at her cunt harder and felt her sphincter convulse on my thumb as her nectar flowed onto my face as she came and came. Just as suddenly, I picked her up and carried her to the bed, and roughly tossed her onto It, spreading her legs while watching her crazed, lusting eyes beg for me to fuck her. I stood In front of her, gripping her ankles tightly with one hand, pulling her legs together in an "X". With the other hand, I pulled my engorged cock out and began to stroke It. I don't think I've ever had more blood In my cock, It was longer than I have ever seen It. "You think you can tease me like that, you little slut?", I snarled. "And not get fucked? How bad do you want my cock, tell me. TELL ME!" Kim gasped, "Give me that big, hard cock, give It to me. NOW! Look at It. I want It. Give It to me. Fuck me, fuck me so hard." With that, I tossed her legs down gently and leaned down softly, and kissed her, softly, sweetly, lovingly, passionately. "That was the most exciting thing I've ever seen." She looked at me, shocked at my sudden change In demeanor from pussy predator to gentle lover. "Thank you." She panted at me, confusion In her eyes. "But we have a long night ahead of us with our new friend, and I want to save our energy. And, our pent-up passion." I kissed her sweetly again. Kim grinned, now understanding that she was the 'tease-ee' now, not the 'tease-or'. "God, you're exciting," she said. "I've never been more turned on In life." She kissed me deeply. "Let's get ready for our pretty guest. She won't know what hit her." However, little did Kim and I know that Martina had some wonderful surprises in store for us herself. Those sweet innocent ones are the wildest lovers. Remember..? (Part two to follow...) Finnish Lifeguard Ch. 02 Dear Readers: You'd be doing yourselves an injustice if you did not first read the initial installment of this series. Please indulge, and enjoy! Martina, Kim, and I will be sure to entertain you. It's funny how the genders prepare so uniquely differently for pending , inevitable sexual acrobatics, especially so when the reality of a beautiful third party was about to enter the escapade. Kim spent the next forty minutes or so fussily primping in the bathroom, occasionally emerging to rummage through either the dresser, the closet, or her travel bag to continue a search for just the right wardrobe items, make-up and hair products, and other accessory items. I sat on the patio, nursing a beer, watching the girls on the boardwalk below, and trying valiantly to fight off recurring erections. I think guys have it easier in this regard. Good for our team. Regardless of the dichotomy in our individual preparation techniques, the anticipation of carnal activities was palpable. The room still had the very discernible, sweet aroma of Kim's arousal from our prior foreplay, and my unsuccessful attempts of suppressing my erection and preserving my strength for the events to come were quickly abated when Kim finally appeared from the bathroom and entered the suite. I felt the butterflies flutter within my stomach in complete synchronicity with the now rising tide within my trunks as I admired Kim and yet her latest display of wanton beauty and sluttiness. Her golden, silky hair had been brushed to a sheen and fullness, and now cascaded down her torso, some locks dangling between her perfect breasts, now barely covered with the sheerest of a pale blue string bikini top. As she pirouetted and turned her back to me while seductively shaking her tight ass, the rest of her long hair fell just above the cut of a silk, off-white sarong, transparent in the sunlight that filled the room. In her perfectly manicured fingers, she held a device I hadn't yet seen before, though by now, I had been privy to quite an array of her electronic arsenal of pleasure items, or as she referred to them, Weapons of Mass Eruptions. "Uh, hun, my God, you look incredible!" I hesitated just a second while she smiled broadly at my compliment, and further expressed her gratitude my lifting her sarong to her waist which demonstrated that she was 'sans bottoms'. I smiled in return at this display, but had already made an educated guess that there was nothing beneath the sarong because the sunlight was betraying her little surprise by shining right through the material. "But, uh, gee, what's that thing?" I pointed to the large, pink cock-shaped that she stoked tenderly with her palms. "What, this little thing?" She cooed softly, arching her eyebrows, while bringing the head to her pursed lips, her lust-filled eyes searing into my own. "Why, this is called 'The Rabbit Pearl', Johnnie boy. I think it will assist us greatly in our endeavors today, would you fancy a demonstration?" I nodded weakly, fully anticipating that I'd be participating solely as a spectator during another one of Kim's erotic masturbatory celebrations. That's one of the many beautiful and exciting surprises about Kim, though. I was pulled directly onto the playing field as she tossed me back onto the lounge chair and knelt swiftly between my legs, roughly pulling down my bathing trunks and exposing my throbbing, twitching cock. She grinned almost sadistically as she pushed the toggle switch of the 'Rabbit', and it jumped to action, vibrating and hissing within her hand. In one motion, she tucked the base of the device and placed it on the base of my pubic bone, an inch away from my anus, and rubbed the hard rubber forcefully onto the bottom of my testicles. My cock jumped immediately at this new-found and intense sensation, the vibrations sending shock waves of sexual ecstasy through my entire being, as she lowered her head and took my shaft deep in her mouth, rubbing the rabbit over and over on my quickly filling testes, my ass writhing up and off the chair. Just as quickly as she had started, she abruptly stopped, lifting her mouth from my lap and again smiling at me, proud of her blatant cock teasing. "Holy fuck!. No wonder you girls love this stuff. It's a wonder you need our cocks at all. That was fucking incredible." I gasped, my cock now impossibly bobbing up and down and seeking release. "Oh, you guys have your benefits, believe me", Kim snickered, walking toward our king-size bed. "Take you, for instance, Johnnie. You're a pain in the ass. But you're a funny pain in the ass." I didn't know whether to blush or be annoyed at this double-edged compliment. "But, even better, no one fucks my ass like you do. So, I'll keep you around for a bit." Kim continued, now languishing on the sheets and pulling up her sarong over her taut stomach, inserting the dildo head gently into the tip of her sopping cunt, now fully exposed to my view. She spread her legs wantonly apart, but still hadn't reactivated the vibration mode of my new favorite pet, 'Bugs', as I now called him. She dipped the head yet another inch or so into her pussy and softly sighed. "Do you think our little visitor would like to get comfortable while she watches me play?" With that, Kim dipped the thick dildo about six full inches deep inside her gaping hole, just as the doorbell rang. Martina had arrived, with impeccable timing. Kim groaned as she became aware of Martina's arrival and wailed, "I want us to fuck this little girl. Hard!" Kim then stuck the thick head of Bugs between her lips, replacing the dildo with three of her fingers now imbedded in her own hot cunt. Yet, unbeknownst to Kim and me, Martina brought a gift or two of her own. (How thoughtful.) The games were about to begin. To be continued. Finnish Lifeguard Ch. 03 Dear Readers: You'd be doing yourselves an injustice if you did not first read the first two chapters of this series. Many of you have been waiting patiently for the conclusion. Let's climax together, shall we? I opened the door even while Kim was still sucking her dildo and performing explorative manual vaginal examinations upon herself. Very obviously, Kim wanted to continue to make memorable impressions on our young guest, who had a few of her own to greet us with. Martina stood in the doorway and the first thing my eyes focused upon were her pair of rock-hard pink nipples protruding at least three-quarters of an inch through her sheer white, ultra tight tank top. Her golden, sun-kissed hair was bunched up neatly into a ponytail, and she had on a pair of spandex short-shorts that accentuated a visible camel toe. She smiled sweetly, undoubtedly pleased to see my reaction to her attire and natural beauty, and stuck out her hand to give me the room key. "I know you were kind enough to give me this key, sir, but I didn't feel polite just barging in," she said in her incredibly sexy Eastern European accent, her voice surprisingly husky voice. My eyes reverted to her pert chest, thinking to myself, "Nipples just CAN'T be that big." She uttered a mock 'ahem', redirecting my focus, and asked, "May I come in? I believe there was an offer to utilize the shower facilities." As she tucked her arm under my own to escort her, I noticed for the first time that she carried a small shoulder bag, almost like a large purse, draped over her bare, tanned shoulder of the other arm. "I've brought a gift for the lady of the house, is she in?" Simultaneously, Martina looked into the room to see Kim in all of her glory on the bed, legs spread wide, filled to the brim with accessory items of her own. "Mmmmm, she's in, yes." Kim and Martina both unconsciously licked their lips at the same time, like lionesses waiting to devour their treat, each having caught their respective prey. I was the hunter caught in the sexual cross fire. Martina leaned down, her pert tits nearly spilling out of her tank top, and extricated a device of her own from her shoulder bag. In one motion, she brought it to her mouth and almost swallowed the shaft of her thick vibrator whole. Kim's eyes widened and she more feverishly pummeled her cunt with her fingers, audible splashes emanating from her lap and small streams of juices puddling on the bed sheet. Martina brought the vibrator from her mouth with an audible 'pop', and licked the head lasciviously. "Ms. Kim, ma'am?' she asked in exaggerated politeness. "Do you think your kind boyfriend could help me prepare for our shower? I really think I'm overdressed." Martina continued to lick lewdly on the shaft of her vibrator while Kim sucked deeply on her own. Any semblance of shyness or pretense of hesitancy from Martina was now long-forgotten. I made a mental note to give Kim her proper kudos for having the initial intuition to so accurately read the desires of our hot, horny, young little guest solely from their brief contact in the lobby just a few hours before. Kim extricated her rabbit from her mouth. "You heard the young lady, John. Please be a gentleman and help her with her clothes." Without hesitation, I took the vibrator from Martina's lips with one hand while raising her arms above her head and pulling off her sheer top with the other, loosening her ponytail in the process. I heard Kim gasp as she saw Martina's exquisitely formed breasts exposed for us for the first time. For her part, Martina just stared at Kim with lust blazing in her eyes. "You teased me down there by the pool, Ms. Kim. I think it's only fair that I show my gratitude to you and your boyfriend. I'm in the service and assistance business, remember?" Kim nodded her agreement, never relinquishing for a second her sucking on her rabbit nor her manual assault on her sopping, gaping cunt. I next parted Martina's legs slightly and pulled her tight spandex off, lifting her ankles one by one and letting the material fall to the floor. Martina now stood in front of us with only a fire-engine-red thing bikini, her tight, tanned ass not showing even the hint of a tan line. "I loved your own bikini that you wore to the pool, Ms. Kim. It so reminded me of the ones we wear in Scandinavia." She pirouetted for us to view all of her sensational, lean, athletic torso. "Do you like it?" Kim could resist no longer. She rose from the bed and approached Martina from the front, their eyes locked onto each other's. At the same time, almost like a forgotten bit player in their private play, I pushed my cock into Martina' s firm ass cheeks, and was surprised to feel her hand reach back and stroke my huge bulge through my tented bathing suit while she leaned forward to meet Kim's lips with her own. I watched as Kim and Martina kissed deeply, their tongues dancing, while Martina accelerated her manual attention to my impossibly hard dick. Kim reached down to Martina's hips and guided the thin g-string bikini off of Martina's body. She then took Martina's free hand, and guided it to her own breasts, and Martina took the cue and lifted off Kim's pale blue bikini top, and lowered her head to begin lapping at Kim's big tits with Martina's long, pink tongue. Kim groaned loudly and pushed her head towards my own so that she and I could kiss while Martina sucked on her nipples loudly while fervently stroking my cock. Kim looked at me wild-eyed, breaking the kiss, now one hand holding Martina's face more firmly to her tits as Martina continued to lap and suck. "John, be a dear and get the shower ready for us, please", she ordered, while kissing Martina on the nape of her neck. "And, take that fucking bathing suit off. Martina, dear, perhaps we should help him with his fashion faux pas. He seems to be the only one not quite ready to shower." Martina took the cue and released her liplock on Kim's breast, turned, and yanked my suit down to my ankles, my cock twitching helplessly. She knelt in front of me and looked pleadingly at Kim. "May I?" she inquired coyly, running her tongue over her lips seductively. Kim grinned wickedly and nodded her assent. "Be my guest, lovely lady." "Thank you. Watch this. I bring many gifts," Martina cooed. With that, my seven-plus-inch shaft completely disappeared in one motion into Martina's hot mouth, like a magic trick that left the audience in stunned amazement. "Jeezus Christ," I mumbled, as I felt Martina's throat on my balls. "Oh my god! Wow!" Kim exclaimed. "Mmmphhh", mumbled Martina, reluctantly disengaging her larynx from my testicles. "Now about that shower." Kim and I watched as Martina led the way into the bathroom, both of our eyes watching her tanned ass cheeks bounce firmly. "Well, cum now, Ms. Kim and Mr. John. Who wants to wash my back first?" We scurried to follow her and within seconds, we were locked in a passionate, hungry three-way kiss under the warm, steamy, cascading water. Soap soon found its way into crevasses and tunnels and gaps and holes. Kim reached between Martina's thighs and began to caress her there gently. "Um, my, feel the tightness in those muscles of hers, John." Martina spread her legs in response to Kim's talented touch and complimentary words. "My god, what incredible legs, you have, Martina. Are you a gymnast, a tennis player, perhaps?" Martina giggled, spreading her legs wider for access. My hands joined Kim's down below, but I chose to spread Martina's ass cheeks apart slightly and stroke lightly between them. Martina barely seemed to notice, her attention solely on Kim's soft hands. "Please, Ms. Kim, and Mr. John, call me Martie. All of my friends do." She reached down to take Kim's face in her hands and kiss her longingly, then released as Kim sighed. "And we're all friends by now, aren't we?" Martie lowered herself between Kim and myself and positioned herself directly at crotch level, both of our genitals inches from her face. She reached up to stroke my cock with her left hand and eased a finger of her right into Kim's pussy, dripping with soap. She continued on the conversation and answered the question matter-of-factly, casually, almost as if she were at a cocktail party instead of mutually masturbating a mature couple in their hotel room shower. "I am from Finland, and am here as an exchange student starting at Rutgers University next week, actually. I am here on an athletic scholarship, how do you say here? Field and track? Whatever." She laughed at her butchering of the language, while leaning forward to nibble on Kim's inner thigh. "I am a high jumper and a distance runner. I have a lot of stamina. But I've deprived myself all summer long of the type of workout that we are all enjoying now." She looked up at Kim, and brought her mouth ever so close to Kim's glistening, trembling love tunnel. "Thank you for the invitation, Ms. Kim. Let's have a vigorous work out together, shall we?" With that, she buried her tongue deep into Kim's channel, and I watched, mesmerized, as Kim's labia shook and expanded, and she suddenly shuddered and tensed in orgasm. Seemingly satisfied that she had temporarily sated Kim so expertly, my new friend Martie turned to me, while keeping a finger circling over Kim's engorged clit, almost exploding through her hood, and repeated her magic of a few moments ago, deep throating me, her mouth stiffening and easing over my entire length, urging me to release my pent-up excitement. Never had a woman demonstrated such oral enthusiasm and abilities on me. I'm not disproportionately huge by any means, but the ease with which our Finnish high jumper was devouring my 7-plus-inch cock made me realize that I would be using her technique as the measuring stick for all subsequent blowjobs. If Martie never made the Olympic team in' field and track', she would certainly be a gold medal candidate whenever the Olympic Committee becomes astute enough to add 'cocksucking' as an event. And, from the looks of Kim's face in the aftermath glow of orgasm, it appeared we could add 'pussy-eating' to Martie's lists of world-class talents. I leaned over to kiss Kim appreciatively on her open lips, and Martie saw this display of tender affection from below and smiled up at us. This also caused Martie to return her attention back to Kim's love hole, and for the next few minutes, Kim and I groped at each other's bodies with the water cascading down from above, while Martina took turns administering her exquisite oral skills on each of us. She would lick Kim while stroking me for perhaps twenty seconds, and then she would switch and insert her finger into Kim's channel while my cock disappeared into Martie's mouth . It was the most erotic sensation I have ever enjoyed, and Kim later confessed to me that she felt the same. We had fully expected to control this young vixen who was now kneeling between us, and just the opposite had taken place. I marveled at Martie's talents, her stamina, and her willingness to please. Reluctant to break the pleasure, I nonetheless couldn't resist asking Martina a question as she continued to bring Kim to the brink of yet another explosive release. "Martie, just where do they teach such lessons in Finland, I must know." She gazed up, that ever-present happy smile on her gorgeous, cover-model face, squinting now from the water falling into her eyes. "Being a university student is expensive in my country, Mr. John. That is why I have some working experience as, how do you say? An escort?" She smiled at my reaction to this revelation, and again gobbled up my cock, bringing me to the point of my own orgasm. Kim smiled at me, "That explains it, hun. Nobody could be this good. I've gone and found us a pro." Martina nodded while slurping me, and mumbled, "Mmmph." Kim continued, "I think it's time we showed Ms. Martie some good old-fashioned American reciprocation now, though." She lifted down and pulled Martie from my cock, my dick exiting her mouth with another loud 'pop', and bent down in front of the young lifeguard/high jumper/escort. Martie looked confused for just an instant. "What is this word, reciprocation?" At that exact moment , she felt Kim's hands part her legs and Kim's long tongue slide between Martie's labia. Kim grinned and licked. Martie groaned, "Oh, I think I understand now", and held Kim's head to her lap. I rotated my pelvis closer into Martie from behind and eased my engorged cock into her ass cheeks, and kissed her back and neck. Martie moaned louder, and this was closer to the script that Kim and I had originally envisioned. Kim was apparently as good as giving as Martie had been, from the sounds of Martie's enjoyment echoing of of the shower walls. I brought Martie's head back towards mine to kiss her passionately, momentarily muffling the sounds. Kim knelt backwards for just a second, he fingers still dancing inside of Martie's golden-coated muff, and smiled wickedly. "I wonder if our little friend likes it in the ass, John? Why don't we find out?" With that, Kim reached under Martie's pussy and spread her ass hole apart with two fingers. On cue, I bent down slightly so that I could position my entry into the young Finnish lass' well-lubricated sphincter. My swollen mushroom head met only slight resistance as Martie surprised me by willingly parting her legs, indicating her acceptance of the anal invitation. "Do you want your ass fucked now, gorgeous?", I whispered into Martina's ear, nibbling on her earlobe. She reached around to grasp the shaft of my cock and guided it towards her backside. She looked at me with eyes blazing with want. "Joo, naida minun peraaukko." She slipped my cock into her anus and immediately I was two or three inches into her impossibly tight tunnel. As Kim licked her cunt expertly, I gently rocked back and forth on her anal muscles, pulled he niples, and continued to suck her hot tongue into my mouth. Martina was on fire now, the willing recipient to our expressions of gratitude. Kim reached around to caress my scrotum as she sucked on Martina's clit, bringing all of us to the edge of ecstasy before suddenly calling an intermission. Before she stood up, she pulled my cock from the tight Finnish anus and soaped my shaft liberally. "Let's bring this party to the bedroom, boys and girls," Kim announced, turning the faucet to the 'off' position. It was the only thing that was turned off. The three of us toweled each other off tenderly, attentively, and the women tied their wet hair up into convenient ponytails, each assisting the other as I watched, a captive audience of one, eagerly awaiting the resumption of our play. Before convening to the bedroom, Martie reached for the phone on the bathroom wall and winked at us mischievously. "Would you mind if I ordered us some room service, of sorts? Kim and I looked at her, mystified, as Martie pounded out four numbers on the keypad. "Hello, housekeeping? Is this Consuelo?" Martie beamed at the affirmative response that she must have heard on the other end. "Yes, it's room 414, that nice couple that you saw on the elevator? We're having a get-together, and, well, things are very, very wet, and we're going to need some more towels. Could you bring them up, please?" Martina took great pleasure from the stunned looks on the faces of Kim and myself as we recalled the buxomy Latina woman who had witnessed our public display of passion on the elevator. I specifically remembered the fleeting glimpse of the huge chest that was literally bursting through her chambermaid blouse just below the name badge bearing her unforgettable name. Martina giggled into the mouthpiece before hanging up and taking both of us by the hands for the walk to the bed. "And, Connie, be ready to take your lunch break after delivering the towels. We're going to need your special service." Still stunned into speechlessness by the unending string of Martina's surprises, Kim and I followed Martie into the bedroom like lemmings, except ours was to be a much more pleasant fate. Martina emitted one of her devilishly irresistible giggles and pushed me into the chair next to bed. "You wait right here for Consuelo to arrive, please, Mr. John. I'm sure she'll treat you VERY nicely. And, while you're waiting, Ms. Kim and I can make your wait go more faster." Martina reached for the rabbit that Kim had left on the nightstand and eased Kim down onto the pillows, while sticking her own buns into the air, inches from my face, and pulled her pussy lips apart. "I'm going to fuck your beautiful girlfriend now, Mr. John. May I have permission, please, sir?" She pouted her full lips in mock subservience as Kim lay back on the bed, propping herself up with her pillows as Martina began the teasing insertion of the vibrator into Kim's pulsating love hole. She came again almost instantaneously as Martina wriggled her torso up to the top of the bed, and lifted Kim's petite frame into a 69 position, so that Martina's face and Kim's cunt were facing in my direction. The young, insatiable lover reached over and stroked my cock while the sounds of Kim's tongue lashing on her pussy filled the room, rendering mute the roar of the waves from the ocean outside of the plate-glass window next to the bed. Martie rolled her head in pleasure while never releasing the tight grip on my cock. "I've been teaching Consuelo some of my oral techniques, Mr. John. I think it will help her relax if she sees that the party is already in, how do you say, full session." Just then, I heard the knock on the door, and I hurriedly rose to answer it, while Martina patted me on the buns. I wasn't even cognizant that I answered the door buck naked, in all of my naturally aroused glory, until the door swung open. Consuelo's eyes immediately darted like a laser to my twitching member, while I focused on those tits begging release from the tight pink maid uniform. I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her inside, and virtually tore the buttons of the blouse so snugly covering her wonderful chest. Consuelo's large almond-colored eyes bulged from her sockets as she absorbed the sight in front of her. It had to be complete sensory-overload for her, I mused. Two beautiful blondes entwined in a writhing sixty-nine embrace on the bed while a strange man with a bobbing cock literally disrobed her. She was brought back to the gravity of the situation only when Martina raised her head from Kim's lap and smiled lasciviously at Consuelo and said simply. "Tit-fuck him." The beautiful young Latino girl unsnapped her bra wordlessly and fell to her knees in front of my chair. Two huge, firm orbs spilled out, unveiling areolas with a diameter that would require at least two putts (if one were a golfer) and with one deft reach, my cock slid between the soft cleavage. Hole-in-one. She brought her hands together and pressed the mounds tightly over my cock, spitting into the crevasse below, the saliva landing directly on my cock head. A thought came into my head that I hadn't yet come, despite being fucked by Martina's tight mouth and even tighter anus. Kim was deprived of this site initially, because her head was wedged deeply between Martina's thighs, but she peeked from underneath Martie's cunt as she heard my moans when Connie's tits surrounded my dick. Martina looked upon the scene approvingly, three fingers pistoning in and out of Kim's drenched love canal. "We nicknamed her the five-minute girl", Martina announced proudly. Before I could inquire why, she finished her thought. "Because her tits come into the room five minutes before the rest of her does." Consuelo smiled, though I wasn't sure she understood completely. What she did understand, though, was how to give an awesome tit-fucking. She presented her tits to me with both hands and made a gesture with her mouth that transcended any language. Finnish Lifeguard Ch. 03 "Viene aqui, ahora, en mi boca y en mis grandes tetas." Obediently, I grabbed her tits with one hand, the back of her head with the other, and shot what felt like gallons of hot sperm all over her huge brown tits and into her gaping mouth. She groaned in delight. I groaned in delight. Martina groaned in delight. Kim hadn't stopped groaning in about an hour now, so it was hard to tell, but I'm guessing she was delighted, too. During the remainder of Consuelo's lunch break, we feasted on our collective buffet. Kim fucked Consuelo's hairy bush with Martina's dildo while I fucked Martie's cunt for the first time, shooting yet another hot load of spunk into what I now had nicknamed, 'the tightest fjord in Scandinavia'. Kim next climbed onto my perpetually rigid pole and rode my cock reverse-cowgirl style and we watched together while Martina brought Consuelo to orgasm by lashing her nipples with that impossibly talented tongue. We culminated the events in a square spread across the mattress, Kim sucking on my cock and swallowing yet another load of my cum , while I licked on Consuelo's puckered asshole, while she sucked on Martie's clit, who completed the algebraic design by mashing her freckled nose into Kim's pussy, resulting into Kim's umpteenth orgasm. Consuelo hastily gathered up her uniform and scurried back to work, ending what had to be her most memorable lunch hour ever. Kim and I watched remorsefully as Martina soon after announced her pending departure, thanking us for the 'hospitality', and kissing us both deeply and gratefully before leaving the room. As she opened the door, Martie turned to us, eyes twinkling, adjusting her ponytail. She looked none the worse for wear, no doubt accustomed to marathon sessions because of her long-distance running. "Oh, yes, I nearly forgot. May I ask your permission for one more thing, Mr. John?" I was holding Kim on the bed, cuddling together in post-coital bliss. "Of course, sweet Martina, anything, what it is, my dear?" She turned to my girlfriend. "Ms. Kim, did you happen to notice that tall, handsome Russian boy who helped you with your bags when you were checking in? I'm sure you did, you were flirting with him, so he said." I noticed Kim blushing. This must have happened while I was getting the keys at the counter. Martina smiled as she took inventory of our mutual reactions. "Well, he goes back to his country this weekend, for good, and he told me that he had a dream of, how do you say, a cougar." "He wants to fuck you, Ms. Kim. He saw you by the pool flashing your pussy. He was outside of the gate, behind the dressing room door. And, uh, he is an escort as well, in Russia, so I've heard. May I send him up?" Kim did not even pretend to wait for my reply. The excitement was all over her face. So were the love juices of myself, Martina, and Consuelo, not even dry yet. "I'm rushin' to fuck a stud Russian youngster. Ok with you, hun?" A few years have passed now, and I heard through the grapevine that Kim just returned from her third or fourth trip to Moscow. Told you all that I'd fuck it up. Consuelo now owns her own cleaning company (named Double D Cleaning, really!)and stops by my house on a monthly basis to tidy up things. Once, she even cleaned my house. As for Martina, well, Consuelo told me she's now back in Helsinki, in 'private enterprise', and doing very well financially. I doubt she's still a lifeguard.