0 comments/ 53857 views/ 15 favorites Good Vibrations in Jamaica By: Bardvark Two couples go cruising and playing with Skipper and crew Would you believe I asked a half dozen listed editors to assist me with this? Not one replied. So be it. Sex isn't lonely to me. Let it not be to you. Enjoy! For those who don't like wives screwing others, bail out now. **** My wife Lynette had been sexually active with many varied men until the week before we married at ages 26. Three years into marriage, we began toying with adventuresome fantasies, including pretending Lynette was making love with other men, women and together in group settings. Lynette remained adamant it would never happen in reality; though she thoroughly enjoyed the fantasies...more than I did sometimes, felt was comfortable to me. Nonetheless, I admit wanting some new pussy myself. A dormant fetish with women of color surfaced that was my special fantasy, while Lynette was similarly responsive. She'd dated a man of color and had genuinely enjoyed their sex. Around the same time by a lucky twist of life, we became surprisingly wealthy from stock options in the technology company where I worked. We could afford to travel frequently. One spring we ventured to Jamaica, staying at the Sandals resort adjacent to Hedonism II in Negril. Had we known about Hedonism II we might have stayed there. Then again, we hadn't turned fantasy into reality (yet) so maybe we wouldn't have. Anyway, we met a friendly couple at Sandals and got to know them very well through social activities over the first couple of days. Some of these activities were naughty and risqué experiences. Pool volley ball with wives on our shoulders and switching them around, toga parties (no bra or panties allowed!), snorkeling naked at a party island just offshore, dancing and groping as a group, etc. You might say that we all got into the local Reggae spirit while enjoying the good Rasta vibrations that developed among us... RASTA VIBRATIONS On our arrival in Jamaica, several other couples joined us for the airport-to-resort van ride. Lynette and I rode adjacent to an attractive black couple from San Francisco and over the 3-hour journeyed we enjoyed enough banter with Trace and Felicia to feel comfortable planning our first afternoon on the beach with them. Trace's wife, Felicia, was lighter in coloring due to mixed Asian blood that also gave her an exotic look. At five-nine she was shorter my six-feet, and much shorter than Lynette's five-three height. Like Lynette, she'd run track in college and now worked as a physical therapist. Lynette was positively diminutive next to Trace, who at six-four seemed to tower above us all. She couldn't have weighed more than half what he did. Otherwise, Lynette represented my ideal woman insofar as she was nearly hairless with just wispy pussy hair, though I'd never seen much since she kept it well trimmed. Blue eyes and dirty blond hair melted me...well, hardened me too. My diving had developed elastic gymnast musculature, powerful thighs, calves and abs to complement a narrow waist. I'd started as a sprint swimmer so had broad shoulders too. In addition, like Lynette, I worked out regularly since it had become part of my lifestyle early on. Otherwise, I'm relatively common but with a strong jaw, long eyelashes and ringlet curled hair. It was enough to get me Lynette and regular sex while single. Back to Jamaica...once settled into our room, we were to meet our new friends at the beach bar. Before that, Lynette and I promptly stripped, showered and had a hot screw. She played a favorite fantasy of fucking another man ... a big cocked black man, and I knew she was thinking of Trace. Fortunately, I also believed she'd maintain her resistances to actually letting someone else screw her married pussy. Lynette put on a nice but not overly risqué bikini. We had gotten her a couple of thong suites while on a night layover in Miami but she thought it smart to see what was common first. We chatted while she prepared and the topic migrated to Felicia and Trace when I complemented her on how charmed Felicia with her interest in physical therapy work. Lynette said we would have a great spending time the next week with people like them...attractive and intelligent. Trace and Felicia were at the bar when we arrived and graciously had drinks awaiting us. We hoisted a toast to having a kick-ass week of fun and partying together. I really needed to loosen up so called for some rum and lime-wedge shooters before we went to the beach. We all had a couple, and then Trace and I had a couple more. With a very good buzz on we all went for a swim to a floating dock where we lay down, and chatted about how great it was to be there with good folks. I told them how Lynette and I had talked about how fun we thought it would be having met such similar people already. Felicia expressed amazement at how easy they were with us and Trace snuck in some complements of Lynette looking delicious in her bikini. That was a blatant statement about her body in my mind. No problem though, Felicia was a pleasure to behold and I had trouble not staring at the cleft showing through her bottoms. She had to be shaved clean or perhaps waxed, as was Lynette. The lowering sun cut our beach time short so back to our rooms to shower before dinner and dancing. Lynette rinsed first and when I emerged, found Lynette wearing a tailored African wrap she had bought in Cape Town the year before. It did not allow for a bra, which was more than fine with me. I thought it a clever choice given we were likely to dine with Trace and Felicia. After an animated dinner, we danced a short time to live music, trading partners for a couple of songs. It wasn't long before we all admitted being bushed from the travel and left to crash early in the evening. Saying good night, we expressed intentions to hook up the next day. The next morning we had a great fruit breakfast and we were going over the activity schedule when Felicia and Trace showed up. Lynette and I made reservations for snorkeling, diving and a day cruise. Felicia and Trace enthusiastically joined us for the sailing cruise the day after tomorrow. Then we agreed to all meet back at the beach shortly. This time Lynette put on a purple thong with a flimsy top that clung to her tits...nipples and areola were outlined to my undying pleasure. We got to the beach, did a bit of local snorkeling that was disappointing and found Trace and Felicia playing croquet so joined in the game. It wasn't long before a waiter stopped to offer drinks so we ordered a round of mojitos. Another round came and went before we opted for a swim. When Lynette removed her wrap, Trace didn't miss the thong and tight ass cheeks between. Gawd I thought, he has the hots for her bad. Felicia saw Lynette's suit and was either thrilled or intimidated; I couldn't tell which. After a quick swim, she begged off saying she had to go to the ladies room. She returned in a different suit...one equally playful and revealing as was Lynette's. This time I stared at her track-toned ass and seeing this, Lynette said fair was fair since she'd caught Trace enjoying her flesh too. It was hilarious and we all got a good laugh. Another round of drinks and we all went to play a croquet game-swapping spouses for partners. The game turned out to be funny and we ended up playing where the shooting player could only hold the mallet while their partner did the shooting by wrapping their hands around the holder. It made for some great rubbing and no one seemed to enjoy it. I know I did and figured Trace did too, though I still didn't like the thought of anyone's hands on Lynette but mine. While we headed to another swim, one of the social directors asked if we'd like to join a rousing pool volleyball game. Only ladies could shoot, and only while mounted on the shoulders of a partner. We laughed and went for it. After the first raucous game, we again swapped partners. Though I knew Lynette would be rubbing her pussy and clit on Trace's neck, the lure of me getting the same from Felicia got the better of my increasingly alcohol stimulated desires. Now this was a hoot of a time! Trace and Lynette were indomitable...between his height, strength and her petite size they could reach and move like lightening. However, I got the better deal since Felicia needed a lot more assistance staying astride my back. On more than one occasion, I got a full grip on her ass cheeks and tits while trying to keep her well mounted. It took a moment to shrink my hard on before getting out of the pool. Our team won the set of three games and we headed off to celebrate at the bar. That night was a toga party so we picked ours up while at the bar and played with different wrapping styles. Lynette and Felicia wanted to go figure out what they would do together so headed to Felicia and Trace's room to do what ladies do. Trace and I hung out at the bar and talked about man stuff: sex, women, our wives, more sex and more women. Trace told me of what he and Felicia did for fun, how she was equipped and what she liked to feel. I was happy he was so open since I had been actively wondering about these things. I boasted of Lynette's active and varied sex life, her waxed pussy (he had already guessed from the expression in her bikini bottoms). He wanted to know more if she had ever been with a woman; if we'd ever had threesomes; group sex and so on. I was honest that neither of us had, but like many couples, we all used fantasies to enhance sex. Lynette had admitted being attracted to other women a time or two so this came out with the rest. Trace said that he and Felicia had experienced all of the above and were very open about sex. However, he didn't indicate if that meant as a married couple, or as singles beforehand. In conclusion, we firmly agreed that each other's wife would be someone we would like to get it on with. It was a fun discussion and we both obviously came away with boners and a desire to mount up so to speak. We returned to the adjacent rooms and found Lynette and Felicia having wine on their veranda. The girls had settled on a toga pattern but refused to reveal it until evening. We joined their wine drinking so long it was a rush to get ready for dinner. While prepping for the evening Lynette recounted how she and Felicia had stripped to try various toga ties, emphasizing the beauty of her new friend's body. They agreed waxing was painful but worth the results, which included stimulating contact from movement of exposed clits against panties. Their immodesty turned me on as I hoped it would extend to Trace and me. Before getting her toga on Lynette threw me out with orders to join Trace and send Felicia over so they could get into their togas. A short time later, the girls came into our friend's room and flaunted their ties...her, bodies. Their choice left slits at the sides from underarm down, revealing breasts suggestively pouting at their sides. They were loose enough I was sure to enjoy 'down-blouse' views along with all others. The draped fronts were pinned exposing cleavage to their lower bellies. Yeah, more suggestions for us? By the way, the side slits revealed neither had panties unless there was a thong and I preferred to think they were commando. We continued drinking through dinner the general volume of festivities rose in the open social center. Most other women were also exposing much more than they'd think of back home. Most tables had multiple couples probably talking sex as if we were. The music kicked in and surprising Trace and I, the girls ran off the dance the first song together. Woo hoo...I wondered if they'd begun to fancy each other. We danced the night away as mixed and grouped in all combinations. Little restraint was in evidence as hands and body parts were fair game among us. Since Trace and I were commando, both girls got a good feel of each other's erections. I wondered what Felicia thought of my precum leaking onto her hand. In addition, I wondered with anxiety if Lynette had drawn the same from Trace's large ropy organ. It was getting late when the girls said it was time to cool off as they trotted their hot tushes to the beach. We could see them both drop their togas at the water's edge and step in naked as I could wish. We each stayed with our own spouses...though everyone enjoyed the eye candy. I was amazed to see Lynette willingly display strut her tits and reveal her cherry pussy to Trace. Following a final round in the hot tub, we headed to bed vowing to have a great time cruising the next day. FOUR ON A CRUISE We all met at 11am to meet up with the boat. Each of us carried what would pass for an overnight bag with clothes, towels and basic toiletries. Logically the owner was named Skipper, who was accompanied by Giselle, his first mate and wife. She caught my attention: a raven beauty of dark copper skin, thin with champagne glass breasts, perky nips and a slender five-six height. I've a fetish for black women as you might have gathered from my appreciation of Felicia. Our destination was a secluded cove offering cliff diving, a small coral-sand beach, plenty of snorkeling reef and shelter from wind. Luckily we were the only guests...most avoided such a long venture away from the resort. I was looking forward to the diving since I'd competed in the sport through college. Turning dives off cliffs was innately appealing as it afforded a 'show-off' opportunity to attract affections from Felicia. We set out at 11:30pm and the drinks immediately began to flow. Giselle, the skipper's wife played host prancing around in a flattering bikini taking good care of us. We laughed with her noting that the name was appropriate given she had a gazelle-like body. She could not have had more than 5% body fat. She up beat, game aura and taunting captivated us. Soon we were feeling a good buzz when Skipper pulled out a dented Rasta decorated coffee can full of cigar-sized spliffs and asked if we wanted to indulge. He recommended it before we rounded the next crop of rocks where we'd angle south. Wind and a tide change would be kicking up rolling waves until we reached the cove. The trimaran would be very stable and sported trampoline nets up front between the hulls. He recommended heading up there in our suits to bounce around in the rollers, saying that the ganja would assure a fun and hilarious to ride. We all grinned and with inhibitions dulled by alcohol, accepted his offer. Both of the girls dropped their wraps, admitting they had agreed to the suits they wore were intended to provoke us...we'd already enjoyed nudity so they felt no inhibitions at flaunting their salacious bodies. Lynette's was the purple string thong we picked up at the Ron-Jon's surf shop in Miami. Felicia's was as stringy but yellow to contrast against her skin just as the purple was on Lynette. Both plainly showed their creases since both pussies were clean and baby-bottom silky skin. Trace's woven shorts draped his ropy cock and mine were a plaid on white that were thin enough to show the rim of my helmet. Trace showed no trace of helmet due to his uncircumcised cock. I wondered of Lynette...one of her most talented lovers had been a Frenchman, Michel, whose talents had enthralled her with his uncircumcised penis. She'd admitted part of her fun was with experiencing his uncircumcised cock. While I thought about this, we each took a couple or three deep hits from a monster Rasta spliff and unsuccessfully suppressed attendant coughing with more drinks. We rounded the point and Skipper said it was time to play in the hammocks. Lynette and I hopped into one and Felicia and Trace into the other. Both were big enough for a half dozen people and we sunk deeply without others to bind the straps taught. Wind blew 35 degrees from center making Trace and Felicia's side lower in the water. It looked more fun so Lynette and I scrambled over and dropped in just as the bow took a dive, submerging us all jumble of arms, legs and soft body parts. We all laughed while trying to get a breath of air when we popped up. I was lying atop Felicia, and Lynette was on her back, her legs tangled with Trace's...all around was a contrast of color, black on white and white on black. "Woo hoo! Trace, you're a hunk of manhood all over me and it feels good!" Lynette shouted, not in the least deterred by her twisted predicament with Trace. Felicia replied, "Go ahead you two; I'm right where I want to be! Look, Tom's saluting me!" Pot and alcohol had indeed gotten me up so to speak. My response to smoking was psychosomatic. It instantly turned me on, which invariable meant I got a hard-on. I didn't mind if Felicia didn't. Lynette had already declared her enjoyment with Trace. So, there I was facing a conundrum: jealousy or indulgence. I didn't know what would win, but figured it wasn't a critical point to face yet. That simple exchange provided a glimpse of opportunity to turn our fantasy talk into reality. I was torn though. As much as I wanted to get into Felicia, I wasn't ready to let Lynette let go with Trace given his superior 'manhood'. Perhaps it was a challenge for Lynette to back down...I don't know now for certain, but I blurted out, "Felicia my dear, I do appreciate your affections and assure you I'd not leave you disappointed." Then I turned and kissed her on the lips. That kiss didn't have the forwardness of a tongue slip, but it was enough to test Lynette and Trace and Felicia. I was half-afraid Trace might bust my jaw and was betting the festivities would carry me through. Felicia looked surprised and looked over to Trace. He smiled and, breaking into a laugh, rolled on top of Lynette and did me one better by mashing her tits and kissing her passionately. Sensing no reservations from her, he swiped his tongue to across the inside of her top lip and then inserted it into her mouth. She responded in kind. Shit, there it was. She was into it. Hell, I wouldn't be left behind so I delivered my best to Felicia and she writhed with me on the net. Suddenly another wave hit, rolling over us all and ending the poignant moment. Again, we thrashed around getting plenty of groping in, and when the bow rose, Felicia's top had fallen aside. Her full-bodied tits were on display and topped with proud dark nipples so pronounced I thought of them as pencil erasers. Without embarrassment, Lynette laughed saying, "Who hasn't already gotten a peak at those. Since mine will likely come off too, I'll just dispense with it now." She pulled the bows, dropped it and tossed it to the deck without another thought. A barrier had just shattered. In Trace's arms, Lynette all but said 'here are my tits, take them as you will man!" Thankfully, Felicia followed suit without a word; just a wry smile and wink at Trace. With the next wave, Lynette and I came up next to each other and groping with hot kisses and nipple sucking. Trace and Felicia were doing the same and I think we all felt the change from friendship to romance. We continued to toss around in waves, sharing partners until the girls came up in each other's arms. They too exchanged kisses to my utter astonishment. As if that wasn't enough, Giselle brought us thick dry towels utterly nude. The girls hopped up, slid their bottoms down and toweled off giggling with Giselle about how naughty the all were. Giselle said she and Skipper also hosted cruises for Hedonism and preferred going au natural so figured they'd just edge us along. I turned to see Skipper at the wheel and took in his thick, linebacker build for the first time. Unlike Trace, he was a stocky powerful man with huge hands and a huge fat cock to match. Like Giselle, he couldn't have had more than 5 to 10 percent body fat. What a moose! Good Vibrations in Jamaica Ch. 02 We'd all had a transformative evening forming close relationships with each other. No one wanted it to end, yet the scheduled cruise was coming to an end. The chatter made clear everyone wanted to push it our friendships further and to get time with all of those they hadn't yet been with. With that thought lingering, we all pitched in to gather up the remnants of dinner, desert and libations. Two trips on the dinghy and we were all onboard the gently rocking trimaran. The moon had come out and lite the tack, chrome and lines of the well cared for vessel. Happily, Skipper was the consummate host and knew from past excursions that everyone would like a fresh water shower after a day in the salt...and other natural fluids. Ah, salt and semen in our case I thought. Hanging from the yardarm were fresh water bags warmed by the day's sun and ready to deliver refreshing showers. The girls giggled while showering together and I saw some explicit groping as they washed hair ran combs through each other's hair. It was truly erotic to see their sensuality in reflecting moonlight. Each had a body to behold. Pictures could never represent what I was viewing since it relied on a harmony of sound, scent and visual delights. This was one of life's rare and exquisite moments. The girls toweled each other off and passed us to the salon for...what? Dressing? I hoped not. Somewhat distressed, we boys headed to the showers and scrubbed in seconds like marines waiting for shore leave. We had more pressing matters to attend to. Inside the salon, the ladies were engrossed in whispered conversation about sexual experiences they had enjoyed. Felicia asked Lynette if she'd enjoyed making love with a woman. "No, but I've had dreams of it. The one I came during was when Madonna pretty much raped me." Our clattering broke their intimate revelations as Skipper queued up Marley's "Lively Up Yourself". Passing around refreshing mojito's, I saw Lynette looking longingly at Felicia. Their kiss had reached her deeply. Her glazed eyes revealed she may be pining for another epic experience with Felicia – it would constitute a double-header with both husband and wife. Indeed, she crawled over the cushions to Felicia and took her hand by the hand. Lynette kissed Felicia while lightly tracing her fingers down the curve of her breast and paused to fondle her nipple, which instantly contracted into erection. Together they lay back to the sheeted cushions without breaking the quickening kiss. Light mewing sounds emerged when Felicia began tonguing Lynette. As their mouth play continued, both moved their hands to run their fingers through each other's folds that were slick with new emissions and residual cum from beach fucking. Being the proponent, Lynette rolled Felicia to her back and moved down to suckle on her nipples, and using her tongue traced a line through her belly button and on to her pussy. Their fingers moved in lazy circles from vagina to clit while they kissed for another few minutes before shifting into a sixty-nine position. Lynette lapped Skippers cum and Felicia's honey while Felicia did the same with her husband's cum from Lynette. Being on top Lynette had greater mobility and began abs crunches that rubbed her clit against Felicia's nose, accentuation what her tongue was already accomplishing. Felicia added her finger into the mix of sensations, palpitating Lynette's ass hole and getting the desired gasping response. Lynette was closing in on an orgasm in response to Felicia's touch. The show was outstanding and Skipper moved to take in the view of Lynette's open pussy, clearly salivating to get into it. Looking at his cock, which was rising to attention, I couldn't imagine it fitting into her. Like his tree-trunk body, so was his cock. I hadn't paid much attention to his physique other than noting he was attractive, moose-strong and had a thick cock. Now I noticed it in more detail, and it was like Lynette's wrist in girth with a flared rim, much like an inner tube, that would rub a vagina in unique ways. Certainly, it would stretch the hell out of any pussy, big or not regardless of lubrication. Lynette suddenly came with a wrenching contraction. It was quick and before I knew, she'd turned around, to lick and finger her in return for the favor given her. Lynette pressed on Felicia's g-spot and inserted a pinky into her ass hole trigging another quick, sharp orgasm. Lynette later told me she'd always wondered what a pussy felt like from the inside during orgasm and now had a better understanding of why men loved to make her cum during intercourse. She also commented on how tasty the flavor of pussy juice. It was a great show for us and I think we were all in awe of how the day and evening had developed. Relaxed as we were, we had incredible thirst so instead of individual drinks, Skipper made up two liters of mojitos. The mint and cold would refresh us even while maintaining the enjoyable buzz. I poured one down and refreshed it before turning my attention to Felicia, who I dearly wanted to lavish. While I moved next to her, Skipper slipped in adjacent to Lynette in a deft move-laying claim for whatever might develop next. Attending to practical matters, Skipper spoke up saying, "normally we would leave before dark on account of the dangerous reef. Are there any problems with staying through the night? We've linens and hot water to shower so everyone will be comfortable." Trace smiled, "No way I want to go back now. Charming people, lifetime experience on this fine boat, I'd rather spare us the trouble and stay." I agreed, "We're having too much fun." The ladies agreed and so here, we would stay in the cove, on the boat for the night. Skipper got logistics out of the way saying the Salon was our bedroom and he had linens aplenty for every configuration. All seating turned down into bedding and we just spread sheets around to crash on. The temperature wouldn't dip below 85 so we left it at that. The salon was roomy enough to leave plenty of room for dancing once the dining table was stowed, so against a backdrop of Jimmy Cliff singing, "You can get it if you really want" we laughed and paired off for the first dance. I appreciated it was a slow song and took Felicia to my chest and began running my hands across her naked back and ass. Her tits pressed firmly to my chest and she nuzzled into my neck. We kissed up and down from my ear to chest and we shared nipple sucks. The second song was another slow one and as it started, I saw Lynette dancing with Skipper. They were kissing as he pawed her backside and ran his big hands along the sides of her breasts, which were pushing into his chest. As I said before, Skipper didn't have much fat on him. All of the swimming and boat work kept him busy and fit. The rest of him was something of a marvel. His cock, semi-erect and resting against Lynette's navel, sported a head bigger than Trace or I in all dimensions. He had a bulbous, symmetrically round head with an exit hole seam open to the circumcision line...open almost like a vagina. His rimming bracelet flared like a breaking wave. Between songs, Skipper turned Lynette around to dance against her back so he could grind between her butt cheeks and kneed her tits. They migrated to here lactating pussy and begin probing the moist folds. The next thing I knew, Skipper grabbed Lynette's ass cheeks, took a grip and lifted her like a flower with legs spread facing us. I immediately understood what he was planning. At 110 pounds, he could easily hold her aloft for an extended time while executing a maneuvering and very special fucking aloft him. She understood her role too, so she guided him into herself by grabbing the fat cock below, positioning his bulbous head at her pussy and dropping down a small amount to get a feel for his size. It would be a real stretch to fit him. But she kept it up, lowering, rising and lowering until he was well inside of her. I couldn't believe it fit. She stretched to breaking and with each movement; in and out I could see her lips dragging to the friction. Had she not been so wet, hot and ready, it might not have worked out so well. I knew she loved the feel of a man's helmet rib stretching past her tight-banded entrance. I imagined it feeling like the snapping of a rubber band as he pushed past it. She had to be in heaven. Now Skipper began running his cock in an out, giving Lynette time to adjust, but while clearly making sure she felt discomfort at the fullness of his size. Her pussy began to leak more and more juice and it ran onto his balls. What didn't accumulate into a white cream that contrasted rimmed the base of his black rod. Lynette was moaning, partly with fright and discomfort, but also with the trill and extreme sensations ripping through her. Before she was fully ready, Skipper squatted and dropped Lynette all the way on himself, she was pinned to his thighs and unable to dis-impale herself from the monster inside her belly. She squirmed, whined a bit and then rocked her pelvis forward to press him into her g-spot. That was it; she was ready to fuck hard. Whatever discomfort had become stimulating and she sought more. My mouth was dry watching this and I was too busy loving my wife and her black lover to do right for Felicia. Guiltily, I turned and pushed her to the cushions next to us. Before she could react, I was on top of her, biting her neck, nipples and underarms. I was out of my mind with lust. Sitting upright, I hooked my hands under her thighs, yanked her up to present her pussy to my hard cock. I stuck my head at her entrance and slammed it in without giving her the benefit of any readiness. She gasped, took my ass cheeks into her hands and pulled to slam me in again. God, she wanted it bad. I could smell her as I began violently pounding her cunt. I wouldn't last for long I was so hot. She understood this intuitively and deftly flipped me onto my back. Then she straddled me all the while without allowing me to exit her pussy. She leaned to my ear and said, "Very nice white boy. You make me very hot. Now I'm going to fuck you on top." My capacity to absorb what had and was happening was maxed out. The visual, aural, physical, and aromatic sensations bombarded me and I thought I would drop from an erotic aneurism. Skipper performed another "pop in-and-out" routine with his braceletted head that made Lynette loudly moan "Aaaaaahhh!" He began plowing into her and then simply pounding his massively built body into her, pushing her from one cushion to the next and leaving a trail of her juices behind. Lynette was nearing an orgasm when Skipper scooted his legs under her ass, swung her up by the shoulders and spun her to face away from him. His hands grappled her breasts, squeezing their fleshy mass between his fingers. Then he lifted her up and began thrusting into her wide spread pussy as a living display of virility. She came immediately and I realized she loved the rough sex Skipper gave her. From this angle, the stretching of her cunt became acutely apparent. It was otherworldly to see and I'd have thought it impossible, yet here it was right in front of me. Lynette's stretching was visceral. Her eyes were clenched shut, mouth Skipper changed methods and instead of thrusting his cock into her, began lifting and dropping to impale her. She writhed in passion, yet his bulk and strength kept her in check. The accumulation of her cum juices continued to collect around the base of his cock and drool down his balls. With each lift, I could see his gaping hole and the secreting precum that...a prelude to the cum he would pour into her. This method of his looked to combine a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, using surprise moves, ruthlessness and strength to maximize his mate's pleasure. With each lift and impalement Lynette shrieked, her tits swinging up and down in time with his determined copulation. She was helpless and a servant to his and her passion. She looked in shock...in a trance from sensations to extreme for even her intelligence to sort through. I could see her tiring...like that moment in a run when it seems impossible to go further. It's when the endorphin supercharge sets in and when it hit she began to drive herself onto his impaling cock, using gravity in her favor, spreading wider and seeking to drive his shaft deeper. Once again, she came, and it looked like Skipper was responding to her renewed energy. He too was on the threshold of cumming. It was about time. They'd been fucking for a good 20 minutes. She began riding his cock in circles, twisting and torqueing with each seating. Without warning, Skipper blasted his sperm into her womb. She'd drawn it out, and he too was surprised at this. His seed was thick and plentiful. It poured from her cunny and dripped to the floor of the boat. Each time it drained, he replaced it with another gush. Her small snatch couldn't hold what she was milking from this bull of a man. They slowed and flopped to the cushions in a near coma of exhaustion. Lynette's snatch was impossibly gaping and continued draining his seed into a mélange of goo beneath her asshole. We all had outrageous sex that night, but nothing like what Skipper and Lynette had. That was truly epic. Finally, we all crashed in a tangle of bodies... THREE BIRDS Roots, rock, reggae! "Rise up this morning, Smile with the rising sun, Three little birds on my doorstep, Singing sweet songs..." Bob Marley never said it better as I opened my eyes to his smiling voice. Giselle was setting out a breakfast of fresh fruit and grilled jacks Skipper had caught earlier. The first thing I did was jump in the water for a swim and quick cleanup. When I came up the transom ladder, the girls were headed to do the same. I had to admire them, still naked as jaybirds. They were lovely to behold. We each filled a plate of food and came together in the cockpit. Skipper said he had some things to say and we quieted down. He said we were among the very finest people he had met and that he and Giselle would feel a loss if this were the last we would know or experience together. I have a proposal to consider for the remainder of your current vacation, and another for your next one. First, I have no other scheduled cruises until next week. There are places I know and that I would like to share. If you would like to Giselle and I another three nights, I would be honored. I can probably get refunds for you from Sandals for these days and I'd suggest we use some proceeds for provisions and libations. Give it some thought and let me know. "Yeah, right, give us a hard one Skipper!" I said. "Lynette, does this interest you more than staying at the resort?" Her answer came quickly and definitively in favor of cruising. Her words were overrun with hoots from Trace and Felicia, so we were "all in" for a few more days. Second, I'd like to introduce you to some of our friends who will join us on the third evening. You'll find them every bit as good, clean and fun as you do each other. Lynette and I enthusiastically accepted. Trace and Felicia took no longer than we did to accept. What happened is for our next installment... Thanks for reading; I hope it shook out for you! Good Vibrations in Jamaica We rinsed using an outside shower. Trace and I didn't bother dressing as we rounded a rock outcrop that revealed a remarkable cove...a deserted cove. THE COVE Wow, this was cool! Skipper dropped the sails and we motored into a 6 acre sheltered grotto bounded by 40-60 foot with cliffs to the side and a small beach dividing them. Woo hoo! Skipper anchored in 15 feet of water, about 25 feet from the beach. Skipper plunged into the water and we all followed gliding through clear water over blues and greens reflecting from the coral and sand below us. We tourists swam for shore while Skipper and Giselle climbed back aboard to drop the dingy after loading it with dinner fixings. Having dropped Giselle on shore, Skipper rowed off to the entrance with snorkeling gear, spear gun and langostino prongs to fetch what he could. I swam to the cliffs and got a few warm-up dives off to judge height and water depth. Then I ripped a handful of harder dives before feeling the booze and pot had the better of my reaction time. One splatter and I headed for shore to sooth my wounds. At the beach, Trace was enjoying two naked babes, one being my bride, and chilling in a chair with cold Red Stripe in hand. I couldn't do anything but do the same. Giselle had lay rice mats down and the girls were rubbing oil on each other. Hmmm, maybe they'd established some romantic notions just as I had. I turned to Trace and said, "This is going to be hilarious. However, we have to stick together and make sure whatever happens is agreeable." Trace replied, "You bet. I have to tell you that Felicia and I have a, ehr, active sex life. We share. I hope you don't mind and more, I hope you are willing to enjoy that kind of experience with us." I couldn't help but think about his long black cock banging in and out of Lynette. What if he came in her? This was the decisive moment. I had to declare yes or no. Turning to look alternate at his cock, Lynette and Felicia, I said, "Hey, well I guess the trade is fair. Felicia is a beauty and I've a thing for women of color that's been itching since we married. Just take good care of Lynette and make sure she's cool with everything. She calls the final play." Trace smiled, stood up and said to the girls, "Hey, save some groping for us will you!?" They laughed. Lynette looked to me questioningly, and I just shrugged my shoulders bouncing the query back to her with the message, 'all is okay with me if it's okay with you.' She smiled in return and said, "Trace, there's more than enough to go around don't you think?" That was it. Decision made. Both of the girls laughed again, and Felicia said, "Before you guys ruin things, I'd like to relax with Lynette." She then stroked Lynette's cheek and kissed her. Uh, I didn't expect that. Lynette didn't either, but didn't object. They kissed gently for just a moment and then giggled. Giselle broke the moment saying, "Hey, not so fast. We need to up the nutrition and adult beverage quota. Come and have some fresh langostino hors d'oeuvres from the reef. She served icy mojito's and tails grilled on a small bob. They were outstanding and signaled how hungry we'd become. What dirty minds women have! God, were they as nasty as we were? Skipper was fiddling around with a portable, battery operated Peavey PA and fired up Jimmy Cliff's "The Harder it Comes" and somehow it seemed to be appropriate for the situation. Giselle and Skipper sat down and enjoyed the food and drink with us. It was apparent it was becoming a three-couple party, though only Giselle and Skipper knew what to do. Thankfully, they were experienced and organized so we were all able to relax and play through the afternoon. DINNER AND A SIX COURSE DESSERT Skipper and Giselle had already prepared most of the dinner so there was little for them to do but participate, add lively conversation and keep the "jamm'an tunes going" while more langostino's grilled up with fresh fish from the reef. Bootleg Marley and Burning Spear kept us in the "lively up yourself!" and we found our hosts fitting in so well we told them to drop the client/host gig and join the party. They appreciated the invitation and did exactly that. Another spliff made the rounds followed by satisfying munchies plates of Jamaica-style delectables of jerked pork and chicken, mojo salad, rice and peas. Giselle complemented us on developing our close friendship so quickly; expressing surprise, we had not known each other before the trip. Emboldened by our inhibitions and comfort with each other, she said, "Skipper and I come here a lot with some special friends and Hedonism vacationers. We've played with them when it was right. Are you guy's swingers? Whoa, I thought, that's a zinger! In unison, Lynette and I replied, "No". Trace and Felicia looked at each other, and Felicia spoke up, "We've played with one other couple. They're friends from college and we just fell into that relationship while vacationing together in San Diego." Trace added, "We've talked about playing with others but going to clubs isn't appealing and meeting like-minded couples is not so easy. Since it's out of the bag, I'd add that we've wondered if Lynette and Tom were players. I regret hearing they're not. Felicia and I both feel strongly attracted." Lynette's reply took me aback, "We're also attracted to you each. If you've just made an invitation...well we've fantasized about sharing, but haven't ever felt it was safe -- both from a STD and social stigma standpoint. I'd consider it but a decision needs to be mutual among us all." I simultaneously began forming an erection and feeling churning in my stomach with jealousy. "Let's go talk Lynette." We wandered away to chat about this and decided we'd see how things developed. We'd have to nod agreement if each other reached a point where they wanted to fuck, but everything else was going to be acceptable. Returning to the circle of friends, we told them of our decision. I think it was a good one. This way, anyone wanting either of us would have to work harder at seducing us. Moreover, either of us could veto and freely decide if and we wanted it. It was safe, though I didn't know how I'd react if Lynette wanted it from either Skipper or Trace. Though I'd be thrilled to see Lynette with Giselle or Felicia. A man's fantasy indeed. Trace rolled back clapping and laughing, "Whoopee!" The others joined in and Skipper said, "Hey, let's party!" We all stood clinked drinks and tipped them back. Skipper asked if we could help shuttle the cooking and meal remnants back to the boat before returning to party and dance on the beach. Everyone enthusiastically pitched in and we were ready to up the tempo in no time. Skipper and Giselle had also brought a bundle of blankets in case 'anyone got horizontal' as he described it. They also brought a 'limbo' dancing setup, which would certainly provoke all of us. I thought it was a damn clever icebreaker. While Giselle setup the limbo bar, Skipper queued up a Limbo playlist with Harry Bellefonte, Chubby Checker, Jimmy Cliff's "Sitting in Limbo" and more to spin up sexual fervor. Giselle explained there were many variations of limbo dancing - single, multiples 'train' style, forward, backward and more. Continuing, she said the best limbo was improvisational where preceding dancing came together choreographed from each dancer's moves. Fun stuff huh? Giselle and Skipper opened with practiced moves to "Booker T & The MG's" Booker T and the MG's and showing us how dancing naked could be incredibly ... fucking awesome. We cheered and joined in while UB40's "Come and Take Me" started up. No one was partnered so I shuttled over to Giselle to queue into her well-developed moves...ah yes, and to give her lightly perspiring boo'tay a good look-see. Lynette was concentrating on Trace (no surprise to me) and they were doing a kind of Salsa thing that seemed to be coming together. Felicia and Skipper were giggling as she was shimmying her titties to his pleasure and he was swinging his hips side to side to her pleasure (his fat cock was slapping his thighs. Giselle lead the way to the limbo bar and my only regret was not being on the other side to see her spreader. We went as a couple with my hands on her hips. My semi-erect cock was bouncing up and down against the crack of her ass and getting harder with each whack. Behind me came Lynette, and I did get to enjoy her pussy display. Giselle's eyes also focused on her pink petals. Traces cock firmly pressed into the crease of Lynette's lower back muscles as she fell back onto him. I wondered if she realized it was a third longer and slightly thicker than mine was. Probably she did. The dancing continued and we'd each continued with the initial pairing. We eventually dispensed with the Limbo and were all pressing flesh and grinding in slow dances. I could see Lynette's belly slick with Trace's precum and figured it wouldn't be long before we faced the inevitable question. To fuck or not to fuck. I knew I was ready to accept nearly anything to get into Giselle. I saw Lynette take Trace's cock into two hands, bend down, pull his foreskin back and kiss the bubble of precum from his head. Then she promptly dropped her head and mouth over it and began giving him a blowjob. I couldn't imagine this ending with anything but a good, sporting fuck. Felicia and Skipper were already reclining onto a blanket when Giselle began moving towards another. Passing Lynette I mouthed the words, "What the hell, let's just try it." She responded by shaking her head up and down to Trace's undying pleasure. Giselle lay be back, and then lay on me. Her hard nipples felt oh so wonderful on my chest as she drug them around in a circular motion. I had my hands on her ass to guide her grinding in time with the nip dragging. Oh, this felt so good! Trace had gotten his index finger good and wet in Lynette's pussy by as they sauntered to the third blanket -- his hand reaching around to bury his finger in her from behind. She was shaking her ass back and forth to make it good. He removed his finger, picked her up and lay her the blanket, spread her legs wide and took a drink from her pussy. Using his finger to ply her folds and draw out her honey, he pealed back her clit hood and tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Lynette moaned with passion, thrusting her pelvis to each tickle. Then he lay down on her, and with the base of his large cock pressed into the cleft of her lips, against her clit, he kissed her, nibbled her ear lobes and then suckled her nipples. His muscular body covered hers and her hands roamed his rippling back while her she rubbed her clit up and down his cock lying between her labia's. Her legs were spread wide and wrapped around his lower back, locking him into position against her. He then rose up onto his knees, grabbed her ass and hiked them up. Lynette responded to invite his cock into her by grabbing her knees and pulling back to present her wanton sex to him. Her pussy was flamed pink and wet. Trace placed his large head at her entrance and wiggled it to mix his precum and her nectar into a lubricating mélange. Then he inserted his head past the tight band at her entrance and she gasped at the stretching. Many times, she's told me this is one of the most erotic feelings, and I was sure his girth accentuated it. She emitted a deep moan and then what sounded like, "Aaarrhh!" as he repeated the short penetration helping to lubricate his ropy cock. Finally, he inserted his cock to half its length, and again she groaned with the stretching her vagina has to accommodate for such a thick length of meat. That depth represented three-quarters of my length and I could imagine his head massaging her cervix when fully extended inside her...if she could take it all. The black-on white-in pink contrast transfixed me. Lynette was flexing her abs to better feel his head as its rim rode across her g-spot. This was making her close to a quick orgasm, and indeed, she convulsed three times in quick succession. Her breathing was taken in as many short breaths and expressed as short "Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaahhh! sounds." Trace then lay down against Lynette, covering her petite body with his and then thrust hard to drive his cock all the way into her and slapping his swollen balls against her pink ass hole. As he drew back, an elastic string of her honey strung out before he slammed back in. She later told me that his cock hit her cervix hard enough to feel it would rise to her throat. It may have even spread the entrance and reached into her uterus. At this point, they froze for half a minute with his cock held pressuring her cervix open. He wanted to penetrate into her uterus to better fertilize any available eggs and let her cervix muscles relax against his probing. She had acquiesced to his and her desire to procreate. The attraction between them so acute, she, in that moment of passion, wanted to bear his progeny. Then he drew back, grunted once before slamming back into her. His head and shoulders rocked back and with a roar, he injected his hot thick stream of sperm to spray past her cervix into her uterus. He repeated the thrust repeatedly, each time punching through her cervix. She came with a force originating from her diaphragm that involuntarily contracting all of her available muscles -- pecs, abdomen, uterus, cervix, vagina, thighs, buttocks, calves, that bounded into curled feet and toes. She screamed, as I've never heard. It was primal and rang of a lioness being taken by her king. Fucking-A. She was lost to the world. She might never recover from this. Certainly, this would be the epic of her sexual experiences. Trace continued grunting with each splay back into her leaking cunt. Quick, successive withdrawal her drew with it a sluice of his seed. It ran copiously down her crack, across her contracting pink asshole and collect on the towel in translucent, white gobs. And each successive slam into her slapped his balls into the goo, spreading it across her ass cheeks. Through this entire visual extravaganza, Giselle had been giving me head, but with a finesse that prevented me from blowing. I was on edge as she then turned back and bent over to present her wet pussy for me to jack into. What a gift I thought. I couldn't possibly hold long enough for her to cum too. I moved my cock to her opening, and feeling me at her entrance she sat back, engulfing me with her plush pussy. Back and forth, she moved while gripping my cock with her vaginal muscles. Three, four, five thrusts and I came wildly. My legs began to buckle so she hunched down into a squatting position while I came in her. My cum drooled down her clit to the blanket and glistened in the evening light around her dark, smooth lips. I was amazed at how they could be bright pink inside and so chocolate outside. Rotating her ass around, she milked the last of my orgasm and sperm into her pussy before rolling over and letting the remnants of my jizzum drain to the blanket. God she was hot. I hoped I'd be able to fuck her again, but the next time with proper attention. She needed to get off so I crouched to her cream-pie and began lapping with my tongue. It was salty, sweet and bitter all in one. I used my fat index finger to massage her g-spot while pealing her lips back to tongue her clit, which protruded as if a penis head in miniature...hard inflated like a cock full of blood. She pulled her knees back and promptly came, squirting my face with a hot viscous liquid that I'd never experienced before. God, she was a squirter I thought. How amazing it was to take it in my face and mouth. Her orgasm subsided and I felt her jism drying into a crust when Lynette came to kiss me and began licking my face clean. She wanted to taste it as I did, and I believe this portended a desire to taste pussy in full. Perhaps that would come later I thought. Skipper was pounding his fat cock into Felicia, stretching her unbelievably wide. I couldn't imagine how any lady could fit his cock in when it was hard. She was moaning as he pounded and obviously about to come. They did in unison, with Skipper splashing his sperm into her contracting cunt, which drained his thick white lava contrasting ebony cheeks. They finished, and we all lay down at rest. Watch the quickly darkening tropical sky, I wondered if all the bright stars had any consciousness of nest of passions there on the white Jamaican coral sand. See Part 2 shortly: Who Rock'n da Boat? Good Vibrations in Jamaica continues