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La Playa Ch. 01

By: Fog43



Chapter 1

The Welcome Reception

I built La Playa with one thought in mind: luxurious sex. I intend it to be the world's most exclusive sex resort, attracting the world's sexiest swingers and hedonists. I'm not talking about a resort only for the pretty people or just the ultra-rich who have the secret handshake. "Ken & Barbie" is not a requirement. Anyone with the right attitude, a raging libido, and the ability to scrape together the admittedly expensive cost of admission is eligible to apply.

That's right, I said "eligible to apply." Potential guests have to sign on to the website, purchase a pin number and password, and fill out a lengthy personal health and sexual history. Then they take an extensive personal profile test, and undergo a relatively brief phone interview before they are asked to put down a deposit on the week-long stay and select two possible dates they could begin their travel. 

A hefty deposit. You see our market research reveals that there are a maybe two hundred million folks on the planet who wannabe, tens of millions who actually swing, maybe a couple of million of those who can afford to come to La Playa, and a couple of hundred thousand who will actually come. At our rates, that's enough for me to break even and enjoy all the sex I can stand for the rest of my life.

We want the people who truly want to be here. And we don't make it easy. Once they've put down their deposit, they must be willing to undergo screening for STDs and fill out an additional personality profile, this time with full-length nude photos front and back. Not that we are discriminating based upon body type, but so we can try to achieve a good mix of racial, body type, sexual preference, swinging and other sexual experience, and even temperament in each week's guest quota of just 100 people. Singles are welcome, as long as we can reach a balanced gender mix. They can all be gay and lesbian for all I care; I just love to watch the interplay between the genders in a truly uninhibited social setting. I also want to keep my personal odds of getting laid by both sexes at the maximum. Balancing all this is a fine art, and explains why we don't guarantee everyone will get their first choice of travel week.

I made my money through both luck and hard work. I won a middling-sized Lotto jackpot in Texas and parlayed that into a real fortune through real estate speculation. Got sick of seeing all those cookie cutter houses and big box retail following exactly the same formula all over the country. Did the research, found some progressive architects as partners, and focused on quality of life, transportation convenience, and environmental sensitivity. People flocked. Today I've got developments in 50 cities across America and in 12 foreign countries. I'm even considering building a clothing-optional town in a semi-arid desert, but that's another story.

My bisexual tendencies started young. Wet dreams, sleepovers where I convinced the guys to play strip poker (freaked my Baptist bible-thumpin' mom out one night) and a couple of childhood encounters might have suggested that I would end up gay, but my Mom refused to breast feed me as a baby and of course that gave me a fixation -- teats. It's in the genes. An uncle, brother, and nephew who are gay on one side of the family, and horny rednecks with big dicks and raging heterosexual libidos on the other. Nature plus nurture equals inevitability.

So here I was with an eager dick (and mouth and ass and especially dirty mind,) a fabulous, gorgeous and willing wife (she's for another story), a desire to live in the Caribbean and sail (more on that to come), and more cash than I knew what to do with. Hedonism II & III were great, Desire was fun, Grand Lido was beautiful, but they all had limits both in terms of their luxury and sexual potential. How could I offer people the next level? How could I do it in such a way as to encourage people to expand their sexual horizons in a safe, sane and ultra-luxurious atmosphere? Step one was to buy the whole damn island. This past week was the culmination of step two.

100 people were enjoying champagne, caviar, hors d' ouvres, open bars, and impeccable service in the Starlight Ballroom. The Marketing staff had worked overtime the last few months, splashing our message on every major swinger, gay, lesbian, bisexual, leather, BDSM, and fetish site on the web. We had a booth at every lifestyle convention in North America, Europe, Australia, and Southeast Asia. We sponsored weekends at resorts in 80 cities worldwide. The buzz was enough to catapult our website into the top ten Google searches. Hell, we had added content above and beyond our resort marketing and were making enough off website memberships to pay for most of that buzz. As a result, we were able to cherry pick the cream of the world's sexual community for this opening week. Would it work? Would we be able to combine world-class service, full European spa treatments, and sex into a formula that would at least pay for itself? This week was crucial to taking that buzz and converting it into action.

About a dozen of our guests were sex-worker celebrities. Porn stars, sex-advice columnists, web mistresses and the like. The rest were hard-core swingers, convention goers and such with a sprinkling of the curious who were smart enough to answer all our questions correctly, and even one young newlywed couple I had personally interviewed to make sure they understood what their honeymoon was to be like. If only the parson had known...

All the guests were dressed in their best resort wear (and many were undressed in their best resort wear.) Flashes of bare breasts, thighs, buttocks, and genitalia were rampant. I doubt you could have pieced together half a quilt from all the dental floss-sized underwear in the place, but it would have plenty of lace, pearls, and sequins on it. We had flown them all to Port au Prince from Miami earlier that day and ferried them on to the island on our two 18-seat commuter planes. They had been encouraged to explore the grounds and have a drink while their room stewards and floor maids (highly trained and well paid service staff, NOT playmates) unpacked for them. Not that there was much unpacking to be done except in the case of the two couples, one dominant the other submissive, who had brought along two trunks of toys and paraphernalia. The pilot had a challenge figuring center of gravity on that takeoff.

Now it was early evening, the large glass doors of the ballroom were all thrown wide open and a hyacinth-scented breeze (I paid top dollar for those landscape architects) wafted into the room as the little three-piece combo played cool jazz out on the veranda. All the guests were present, and it was time for me to welcome them and kick off the great experiment. I walked up to the microphone, wearing only my oversized Margaritaville Café shirt, sandals, and my sexual preference bands.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention please?" At a cue from me the combo did the best imitation of ruffles and flourishes you can get from a drum, slap base, and piano. "May I have your attention please? Hello and welcome to La Playa. I'm Steve, your host and the owner of what I hope will become the most unique vacation spot on the planet. What's my last name? Well if you are really curious see me around the property some time and ask, but for tonight I want to set the stage of informality, privacy, and discretion. You are at the first resort in the world purpose-built to encourage the free expression and exploration of all aspects of human sexuality. Unfortunately even we can get sued, so there are a few rules that I would like to tell you about, though I hope we have set them out in such a way as to ensure your maximum enjoyment and pleasure, both physical and spiritual, during your stay."

"First and foremost, a word about sexually transmitted disease. I doubt anyone present would be surprised to hear that STDs kill millions worldwide each year. You all submitted to screening during the initial application process, and again two weeks ago. No one infected with any STD would have been allowed to board our ferry aircraft this afternoon. That said, we cannot and do not guarantee that you won't be exposed to infection here at La Playa. The best anyone can do is to encourage you to practice safe and sane sex, especially with strangers, and to get yourself tested regularly. Our goal is to provide you with the maximum opportunity to be safe, so you will find condoms and dental dams in bowls all over the resort, even in boxes at each palapa on the beach and on the little playground island."

"Now to the rules. We have three which we consider absolutely sacrosanct, and violation will result in your immediate invitation to leave. Rule Number One is 'No Means No.' Each of our Activities Staff and Dungeon Masters are highly trained in intervening in any situation which they judge to be less than consensual, and they have a very efficient Security Staff for backup. We are confident that the more experienced of you will help us model the level of self and interpersonal respect and responsibility that this environment requires. If you want to stage a fantasy rape we can accommodate that, just let one of our Activities or Dungeon staff know and they will pass the word."

"Rule Number Two, with a few exceptions the staff are off limits as sexual partners. Our staff are highly trained in customer service by a management crew we pirated from the finest hotels in the world. They are also all given lessons in self-defense. Many of them are very attractive, but don't screw the help. The exceptions I mentioned include our Activities Staff, who in addition to being well trained at ball busting are all licensed sexual surrogates. Activities Staff will model a variety of sexual behaviors during the week to serve as icebreakers and entertainment. They are invited to participate in the Friday night Bacchanalia and may participate as full sexual partners, at their own discretion, only during that event. 

Our Dungeon Masters and Mistresses, by the way you will meet the Activities and Dungeon Staff in a few minutes, and their subs are the most sexually experienced staff on the property. I urge you to take advantage of their wide range of knowledge and skills to expand your own sexual horizons. They are available for play, again at their own discretion as to how far they go, in the Dungeon and adjoining facilities at anytime. 

The Spa offers a full range of services from neck massage to full body bathing and mudpacks to high colonic treatments and everything in between. Our Spa Staff are all very skilled technicians and body workers. They understand that many of the treatments (and especially some of the sexually-specific treatments like prostate massage and full contact suds baths) will result in your arousal. At their personal discretion they may bring you to completion with hands, feet or epidermal contact, but not with penetration of any orifice by either party. 

This is an all inclusive resort, so tipping is not accepted for any standard services, but if any of the Spa, Dungeon, or Activities staff provides you with an extra measure of enjoyment you should feel free to express your appreciation. This is not to say that they are prostitutes or gigolos, far from it. Rather that I can tell you from personal experience during their training that if you are favored with their regard, you will have a truly transcendent experience worthy of a gesture of thanks." 

"And that brings us to Rule Three: no outside prostitutes, gigolos, escorts, exotic dancers, or other sex workers are allowed on these premises. If you visit any of the local islands during your stay and partake, please refrain from any sexual contact with any other guest or employee for the remainder of the week. We're not judging anyone here. If paying for it gives you an extra kick then more power. But please respect the fact that all the other sexual participants at this resort, both guests and staff, are depending upon and contributing to our efforts to keep this resort totally disease free. We'll even be happy to offer you a free STD screening at the Spa."

"We only have a couple of other major rules which are aimed at your health and safety. Unfortunately they also impinge slightly on a limitless expression of sexuality. First, no public water sports or scat is allowed, even in the Spa. A little pee play can be a great kink on occasion, but for sanitation reasons we ask that you keep those activities in your suites, which the bathrooms are designed to accommodate. In fact, each suite is equipped with a small yellow cube. If you will place that cube on the bathroom counter after your playtime, our rooms staff will professionally sanitize both the room and any toys you leave out, no questions asked or judgments tolerated."

"Secondly, if you practice BDSM or any of its variations please restrict any bondage to the Dungeon, adjoining playrooms, or the Grotto. Handcuffs or shackled feet increase the likelihood of falls or other injuries in the rest of the resort. That said, dominants may feel free to collar and leash submissives anywhere. We also strictly prohibit ball gags except in the privacy of your suites. We even prohibit them in the specially designed BDSM areas. This is done because we cannot be expert on the relationships between doms and their subs, cannot know what degree of power exchange they have agreed to with each other, and ball gags could potentially enable non-consensual acts. For those of you who would like to explore the vast possibilities of BDSM I highly encourage you to attend Tuesday night's 'BDSM 101' session where our expert staff will instruct you on the precepts of power exchange, the use of safewords, the care and feeding of subs, and how to get an extra twist on that nipple clamp that makes her cum and cum."

"With that I would like to introduce our Activities and Dungeon staffs."

Eight of the most gorgeous people I know strolled into the room all wearing microkini bottoms, ball caps with "Lifeguard" embroidered above the brims, whistles, zinc-oxide on their noses and nothing else. Their tanned, hard muscles glistened with beautiful smelling oils as the Events Staff softened the lights. Five blondes, two brunettes, and one redhead. Three of the blondes and the redhead were girls. They paired up in opposite sex couples and took prearranged positions around the room. One couple, a blonde boy and the redhead joined me on stage. I watched with delight the appreciative glances, looks, appraisals, and outright stares this group inspired from our guests. One woman audibly gasped as the largest boy casually brushed against her on his way to his place.

"On stage with me are Julie and Marc, our Activities Directors. Moving clockwise around the room from us are Danielle and Steele," a petite blonde with upturned breasts and a button nose joined her partner, a towering man with jet black skin who had made our female guest gasp, in a friendly wave. "Near the back of the room are Annie and John," a statuesque blonde woman who was basically all legs and tits and a handsome oriental man took a bow. "And to my right are Roberto," the olive-skinned Italian smiled warmly, "and Steph," an all-American girl type, with freckles dotting her face and a big beaming smile gave a cheerful wave then reached down, removed two alligator clips from her thong, and began applying them to her nipples. Wally and the Beaver would have lost it.

The three couples on the floor moved together and began to caress each other. The pair with me on stage took positions on either side of me and began to slowly unbutton my Jimmy Buffett shirt. You could almost hear the sexual static zip around the room. This is what the folks had come for. The Banquet Staff moved through the room refilling champagne and with fresh hors d' ouevres trays. 

"Our Dungeon Staff" I squeaked a little of the last word as Marc's middle finger worked it's way down my ass crack "are led by Mistress Anjali and Master Paul." A diminutive but somehow menacing Indian woman in a black suede sari entered the room accompanied by a truly massive black man sporting enough spikes and studs to make Mad Max blush. He cracked a cat 'o nine tails against his thigh and the pair were immediately followed by two female subs dressed as vestal virgins from a Greek temple. This foursome took a position stage right from me and my two partners who were now about half way down the buttons of my shirt and each nibbling an earlobe. 

Mistress Anjali and Master Paul began arranging their subs in a tableau which the Events Staff bathed in a soft purple spotlight. "Also on staff are Mistress Claudia and Master Juan" a brunette with spiked hair and pierced nipples and a handsome Hispanic man led their pair of subs to stage left and also began arranging a lit tableau, "and Mistress Dana and Mistress Dirk" a lanky blonde woman in a vinyl catsuit and a not-quite-bearded transvestite in a leather bikini took position near the center of the room with their subs who were naked except for their collars and leashes and prominent horsetail butt plugs.

As Julie and Marc finished with my buttons and drew my shirt off my shoulders with their teeth I stood naked before my 100 newest friends, reached up with my left hand to finger Julie's right breast and with my right to grab Marcs prodigious package that you could tell would not obey the constraints of the microkini long and said "This is the place where your wildest fantasies and deepest desires can find release" I moved my hands to my own torso, tweaking my nipples lightly and smoothing down my belly which years of hard work had failed to flatten enough for my own ego. 

"Yes we have some rules, intended to enhance your safety, health, and enjoyment." I moved my right hand along my rapidly hardening shaft, the young newly wed couple who were standing about 25 feet away from me were mesmerized by what I was doing. Julie and Marc leaned in and began to tongue my nipples. "But in many ways those same rules free you of most other limits." My left hand was now cupping my balls as Marc grabbed a handy bottle of lube and dribbled some on my shaft. Stage right, the cat came down on a sub's bared breast, and out in the audience the Activities Staff began demonstrating activities in earnest. Julie sucked hard on my left nipple. 

"You will be pampered beyond your dreams here this week. The finest food, exquisitely appointed rooms with your choice of ultra-fine linen or satin bedding, sports and fitness facilities, sailing, fishing, music, dancing, spa treatments, and relaxation on the world's most private beaches are yours for the asking." My cock was now hard and I began to pump, slumping slightly against Marc who supported my weight and rejoined Julie in oral nipple play. "A highly professional and discreet staff are available 24 hours to fulfill your every need and expose you to the delights of the flesh. But most importantly of all you are joined here by 99 other hedonists who share your desire for pleasure. And even amongst yourselves we are seeking to anticipate your every need." 

My hand pumped steadily, purposefully as the various sexual tableaux developed around the room. "In your suites you will find arm bands of various colors. These are intended to help you find fellow guests with similar desires. Our color-coding system works like this." Julie and Marc sunk to their knees and began kissing my hands out of the way of my cock. An Events Staff professional discreetly slid a stool behind my rear. The band began a soft, sensual samba. 

"If you choose two blue armbands you are telling the world you are strongly heterosexual. One blue armband means that you are heterosexual but potentially curious. Two pink bands mean you are exclusively homosexual. One pink means gay or lesbian but potentially curious." 


La Playa Ch. 01



As I described each proclivity a different member of the staff raised their left arm to display the described combination of bands, highlighted by a sharp white spotlight. Julie and Marc were sliding wet lips up and down either side of my cock like they were trying to tag team some crazy two-sided harmonica. "One of each, blue and pink, means you are bi-curious, two blue and one pink means you are bi with het leanings, two pink and one blue means bi with gay/les leanings." 

I slumped fully down on the stool and moved my own hands to my nipples as Marc swallowed my shaft. Around the room I could see a wide variety of caresses, masturbation, and groping moving like a tide through my guests. "Two of each means you are truly and firmly bisexual." With this I raised my own left arm for the spot, put my right hand behind me on the stool for support, and felt my knees begin to tremble as Julie sucked a ball hard on Marc's upstroke. 

"We also have some special bands. Red along with any combination of other bands means that you are monogamous with the partner who accompanied you to the island. We have three couples with us this week who are choosing this option, and I encourage you to respect their limits. Black bands along with any combination means you are a top, whether in BDSM or same-sex encounters and Purple denote bottoms." My breathing was becoming ragged, but I was determined to time this right. After all, this was my premiere as well as my resort's. 

Around the room the various tableaux continued to develop and quicken. "Combination black and purple designates you as a switch." Again, I held my own arm aloft. Marc knew the desired timing and changed to sucking my balls while Julie took over a furious pace of sucking my shaft. Rehearsals had been hell but I insisted on making sure we got it right. "And the beauty of this system is that you can change anytime you want. I encourage you to let go your last inhibitions, explore the breadth and depth of your desires, and develop and deepen the trust and honesty you share with your partner. According to your personality profiles, everyone here is not only open but eager for new experiences. Take advantage of the most professional staff of practicing hedonists on the planet as both learning opportunities and inspirations." 

A woman keened out her orgasm as her partner's fingers, a beautiful blonde guest wearing a see-through white blouse and a nearly non-existent leather skirt, assaulted her clit. "And join me in the beginning of one of the greatest sexual experiments in history. Welcome to La Playa, I hope you enjoy your evening and the rest of the week as much as I am!" 

With that I slumped fully back on the stool and Julie took my cock in her hand. With three firm, expert pumps of her fist she brought me to orgasm as I screamed my pleasure, directing the jets of cum on Marc's smooth chest. This set off a ragged ripple of cums and cries from the various staff groupings. To my right on the floor Steph grabbed Roberto's cock which had grown to a prodigious ten inches and directed his cum towards the mouth of a man whose mistress/wife had quietly asked the pair to drench during my talk. 

Master Paul let loose with huge ropes of cum onto the breasts of one of the subs, who Mistress Anjali nearly tackled in a quest to eat the savory liquid. Annie at the back of the room let loose a huge stream of girl cum, drenching John's face as he furiously licked her clit and finger-fucked her ass. The ripple grew to a wave as the rest of the staff and more and more of the guests signaled their release. A high pitched howl seemed to rise up out of a Rubenesque woman near the veranda doors. Event Services turned on the ballroom light show to heighten the total effect. 

I joined Julie in eating my own cum off of Marc's chest as we lowered him to the floor. Julie immediately mounted him and grabbed my cock to suck it back to hardness. She clearly wanted a DP with as many people watching as possible. As this first wave of group orgasm slowly subsided Event Services brought the regular house lights back on, still at a low but clear level and I looked around the room. I saw faces in various stages of rapture, delight and joy. Intimate glances were exchanged between spouses and partners. The newly wed couple were liplocked as the young bride, her legs wrapped around her standings husband's waste, rocked slowly up and down. And with a completely satisfied grin I turned my concentration fully to the lovely lips of this insatiable redhead as my cock stiffened, determined to give her the best ass fucking of her life on stage before the 100 greatest swingers in the world!



La Playa Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Monday Morning Poolside Impromptu

Steve's private retreat was situated two-thirds of the way up the bluff overlooking the La Playa Spa and Resort. It wrapped partially around the promontory which protected the hidden cove from the prevailing winds, providing spectacular views of the beach and crystal Caribbean in the direction of Aruba, just twenty miles to the south. Steve walked down the steps from his retreat for his morning walk of the grounds, his cock bouncing lewdly in front of him. 

He wore his sport sandals with his master key hung from a leather thong around his neck. His only other apparel was a solid gold chain around his waste that had a small plastic pouch hanging on one side with its two ends connected to the large gold cock ring seated at the base of his scrotum, encircling both his cock and balls. The chain was a bit short, so that the total effect was to lift his package and make it jut out boldly in front of his legs. He was not hugely endowed, and enjoyed using cock rings and other jewelry to heighten the impact of his exhibitionist tendencies.

The Landscape Staff greeted him warmly as he walked through the gardens planted atop the grotto. Though the rock walls and cave entrance looked natural, it was all a very carefully sculpted artificial environment. Inside the extensive caves were various nooks, crannies, and benches covered with cushions and softly lit. Deep inside it was possible to pass into a back door of the dungeon on the one hand, or into any of the three Roman baths (men's, women's, or mixed) which were at the rear of the spa complex. One arm of the caves was traversed by the artificial river which circulated through the pools to provide a river tubing experience. Steve had high hopes that this feature, so common at family-oriented resorts, would provide the milieu for creating some interesting new uses of inner-tubes and contribute to creating a word of mouth legend for his island.

It was now nearly ten, but only a few guests sat at tables along the veranda drinking morning coffee, reading newspapers, or sipping Bloody Marys or mimosas. The scene was one you could see at a hundred resorts around the Caribbean, with the only noticeable difference being the relative undress of the patrons. A large woman who Steve guessed to be in her mid-forties watched him walk by and lowered her hand to her naked right breast to give her own nipple a tweak as she appraised his decorated cock. On her left wrist she wore the pink-pink-blue armbands of a curious lesbian topped with the black armband that designated her as dominant. Steve wished her a good morning and reached up to tug on the ring in his own right nipple in acknowledgement.

While last night's reception had not gone late, most guests were still in bed, enjoying their first full night at the resort. John and Carolyn, swingers from the Outer Banks of North Carolina came loping by Steve as he checked one of the many fountains on the property for debris. They wore only running shoes and their wrist bands (both denoting heterosexual-curious) and were obviously headed for a morning run along the beach. They planned to meet their regular swing partners Lisa and David in the pool bar after their run.

As Steve approached the pool he saw a lovely young woman with short blonde hair swimming in a lap lane in one part of the huge pool complex. The pool was designed primarily for sexual play, with many submerged benches and relatively shallow depths, but it also included a diving pool and four full length Olympic lanes for exercise. Steve was a sucker for short haired blondes with medium to small breasts, and as the woman, who Steve remembered he had met last night after his exhibitionistic welcome speech began her next lap she switched from the crawl to the backstroke, revealing a gorgeous set of breasts with long nipples. She wore the single pink and blue bands of a bi-curious woman. Steve decided to spot check the pH on the pool and enjoy the view.

After retrieving the testing kit from its poolside locker (cleverly disguised by the landscape architect as a large boulder) he moved to the diving pool and captured a water sample. He surreptitiously stole a few glances at the blonde, whose name he now remembered was Lisa, until her eyes caught his. She stopped swimming and smiled at him, raising herself out of the water to display her small, firm, mounds. 

Pleased with identifying a fellow exhibitionist, Steve smiled in return and arched his back as he straightened to count out the drops of titrate into the sample, thrusting his cock out further and catching a warm ray of sun on his smooth, hairless body. He had undergone an extensive series of laser hair removal treatments a few years ago, and planned on using the services of the spa to keep his body completely smooth from now on.

Lisa resumed her laps, this time changing to the butterfly for a length to display both her gorgeous chest and flawless ass, neither touched with a tan line. Steve completed his test, returned the kit to the "boulder" and went to sit on a deck chair next to the lap lanes. As he settled down he noticed two couples arrive at the pool, one a handsome black couple he knew from Chicago wearing double pink and blue bands like himself (the black man was one of the earliest investors in the resort venture) and the other a heavy-set pair wearing bathing suits and strong heterosexual bands who seemed a bit shocked by his unusual pool attire. Steve hoped they would go ahead and relax, as they had obviously had some strong urges to have passed all the screenings to get into the resort. 

On the return length Lisa switched to the backstroke as Steve adjusted the back of the deck chair so he could both recline and watch the water nymph swim. He reached down and idly stroked his balls as Lisa gave an exaggerated kick to send water splashing his way. The black couple, Herb and Roxanne also took up stations near the lap lanes and began applying sunscreen to each others mocha skin. Roxanne had large pendulous breasts with huge aureoles, which Herb took special care to rub large quantities of lotion into. 

Steve's cock stiffened under his caress, and he looked across the pool where he was pleased to see the heavy-set pair, Bill and Melinda from Kansas City, were recovering from their initial shocked shyness and were now openly staring as Roxanne stroked Herb's eight inch prick to hardness with the creamy lotion. Steve let one hand tickle the ring in his left nipple as he licked the fingers of his right hand and smoothed them up and down his shaft. Lisa, winded now after a number of laps, had stopped and was hanging on the side of the pool, fascinated by this wealthy man so brazenly displaying his sexuality.

Several couples strolled through the pool area on their way to catch the 10:30 AM boat to the Isle of Eros, the tiny island about a tenth of a mile from the beach. A few lingered for some time, watching the evolving display, but hurried on when the boatman rang his bell as a last call. Steve's cock had now hardened to its full six and a half inches, and the cock ring was doing its job is constricting blood flow and the elasticity of the skin on his scrotum, causing his entire package to swell and the bulbous mushroom head of his cut, hairless cock to blossom further. 

Lisa's husband David entered the pool area wearing a thong bikini, a single blue armband, and looking for his wife. He smiled when he saw the lustful way she was drinking in Steve's show. She was a true hedonist and had taught David many wonderful knew ways of the flesh in the three years since their marriage at Hedo II. 

Lisa noticed David with a start as he approached her. She thought to herself how silly it was to be embarrassed that she had been staring at another man's cock at a resort like this, but wondered what David was thinking. They always swung as a couple, and David had some trouble with jealousy a few times, including their wedding night when Lisa fucked his best man and brother at the beach reception. David saw her slightly worried glance and decided to reassure her with a bold display of his own growth in the swinging lifestyle.

Herb and Roxanne had moved over close to Steve and were both enjoying his continued impromptu entertainment. Bill had sat down on a deck chair and Melinda was idly stroking his long thin cock protruding from the top of his swimsuit as they watched in wonder this group of people who were so comfortable with their bodies and sexuality. David reached down and took Lisa's hand, helping her out of the pool and guiding her over to Steve's chair. Stepping behind her he reached around her and cupped her breasts, roughly pinching the nipples and whispering in her ear a request that she suck Steve to completion in front of everyone. Lisa was a little shocked at her husband's wish, but her eyes glazed over in lust as she realized this was a sign that both their own relationship and their swinging lifestyle were switching into a new and expanded phase.

Lisa moved out of David's grasp and knelt next to Steve. Steve looked her in the eyes as he moved both hands to his nipples and arched his hips in her direction. She unconsciously licked her lips and bent to kiss his cockhead as David moved around and closer to Steve's chair to improve his view, stroking his rapidly hardening cock that was stretching the Lycra fabric of his thong.

More people entered the pool area and joined the watchers as Steve closed his eyes and roughly pulled his nipples and their golden rings away from his chest. Lisa engulfed his cock, feeling the relative cool of the gold cock ring under her left hand as her right hand sought out her clit with a rapidly building urgency. When he opened his eyes, Steve saw a gorgeous cock come into view as David lowered his thong and stepped out of it, intending to masturbate to the display his wife was putting on with their host. However Steve short circuited that intention with a wave of his hand and a lick of his lips, clearly inviting David over to be sucked. 

David was unsure, as he had not had a blowjob from a guy since junior high, much less one in front of what now must be 15 to 20 strangers. However he thought again of Lisa, and how proud and turned on she would be to see her husband open yet another door for their joint experience. Besides, it wasn't like David would be sucking Steve's cock, was it? And he and John had exchanged hand jobs on occasion during swing parties, right? And a mouth ought to be a mouth, right? "Only one way to find out." David mumbled to himself as he stepped toward the couple on the chair.

Lisa noticed the shift in his body as Steve reached out and grabbed David's cock. She looked up and received her second shock of the morning as she realized that Steve was leading her husband's cock to his mouth. She never missed a beat in her expert blowjob as her eyes met her husband's and she smiled at him around Steve's tumescent meat. 

Steve began a motion he had first seen his own wife use as she was being fucked and gave a blowjob simultaneously at one of the parties they had attended several years ago. It was almost like the dolphin swimming kick that competitive swimmers used at the beginning of races after their dive into the pool. He began an undulation at his legs that progressed through his thighs, forcing his cock deep into Lisa's mouth and exaggerating the length of her pistoning blowjob. The move continued up through his firm stomach muscles and upper torso to piston his mouth up and down David's rock hard shaft in an equally exaggerated fashion. 

Lisa and Steve soon reached a sustainable rhythm, each sucking and licking the man tool in their mouths like a spongy straw, anticipating the creamy liquid that would soon fill their throats. David's head was already swimming as the enormity of the last few minutes sunk in and Steve's vacuum grip on his cock combined to stimulate the most important sex organ in his body, his brain. Lisa increased the speed of her right middle finger as it rolled her clit in tight circles, ignoring the hard concrete beneath her knees with that ability to shut out pain so characteristic of her gender.

Steve had seen the hesitation in David's eyes when he extended the silent invitation to sex, and had guessed correctly that David would not last long in this situation. With a sudden flutter of his tongue on David's cockhead at the apex of a stroke, Steve sent David groaning over the edge of ecstasy. David shot a huge load of cum into Steve's mouth. 

Lisa, realizing what was happening, stopped her efforts just long enough to say "Don't swallow!" and resumed her sucking of Steve's plump cock with a redoubled effort. Having worked to develop the talent of cumming on demand like a male porn star, Steve was able to relax and let his orgasm overtake his undulating body with a wonderful shudder, jetting squirt after squirt of sticky liquid into Lisa's talented mouth. Lisa quickly sucked a full load onto her tongue and leaped up onto Steve's chest. She lowered her mouth to Steve's and their tongues shared their harvest as her finger took her over edge and she moaned her orgasm into his throat.

As her throes subsided Lisa remained sitting atop Steve and reached up for her husband, pulling him down and thrusting her cum-covered tongue down his throat. Steve reached up and grabbed those firm, small breasts, running his palms roughly across Lisa's nipples and savoring the extra thrill of what he considered the perfect body type. His own wife's body was even better, but this was a damn fine specimen sitting on his stomach sharing a load of cum with her husband. 

David still could not quite believe the last few minutes, and he blushed profusely as the applause of the surrounding onlookers penetrated past the post-orgasmic fog in his brain. Lisa broke their kiss and smiled proudly and lovingly into her husband's eyes. This was going to be a great vacation!



La Playa Ch. 03



Monday Morning on the Isle of Eros

When Steve was conducting his due diligence to find the right island for his sex resort concept, the tiny two acre island a tenth of a mile out into the bay caught his eye for special attention. He had his biology team survey what was essentially a large bare rock for any plant or animal species of special concern, right down to the mosses and lichen. 

Finding only common species was a bonus, because he was able to aggressively reform the island during the off-season for mating of the dominant species, a local tern, with confidence that the few mating pairs would be able to find new digs on some of the 20 or so other similar micro-islands of this archipelago. 

Working creatively with high explosives his landscape team essentially knocked the top five feet off the entire rock, increasing the workable surface area by an extra acre and reducing slopes to make beach creation possible. Importing a few thousand tons of top soils and sands created the basis for planting a full range of locally native vegetation interspersed with trails, gazebos, and other amenities to create what was essentially a large adult outdoor playground. Environmental purists would decry such an extensive alteration of naturally occurring habitat, but species diversity advocates would applaud the fact that his investment was providing food and shelter for many more plants and animals than the barren rock.

In addition to the trail amenities Steve built a small dock to be served by a 25-foot electric motored launch, similar to the kind navies use to use to ferry people between ships, with lots of brass bright work and teak benches (carefully varnished to protect exposed flesh from splinters) and covered with a red and white candy-striped awning. He also installed a number of palapas along the new beach front which looked back into the bay and the main resort, and a large staging cabana with a bar and limited kitchen facilities to provide guests with beverages and light snacks during their island romp, as well as restrooms with outdoor showers for refreshment after swimming or sex. The boat ran back and forth continuously during daylight hours from the main dock just below the diving pool.

As they strolled toward the dock through the pool area Larry and Laura noticed a small crowd dispersing from surrounding three people who were obviously recovering from orgasms. Laura admired the firm breasts of the blond woman sitting astride a man whose face she could not see. See noted with interest the pink and blue single armbands on the woman, identical to her own and wondered what it would be like to explore the joys of Sapphic sex with her. She noticed Larry looking at the two men and knew he was having similar thoughts. He too was wearing one pink and one blue armband, and they had agreed before boarding the plane that neither of them would return to the mainland as a same-sex virgin. 

She was proud of Larry's willingness to explore, they had some great fun together with straight swinging, and she thought that her handsome man shouldn't have too much trouble finding a stud here. She looked him up and down once more in an appraising fashion. He was 50, 6-feet tall and still had a full head of brown wavy hair. True he was sporting a few extra pounds around the middle, but was in much better shape than many of the swinger men they had played with. She slipped her arm through his and gave it a fond squeeze.

They walked arm in arm, each lost in their own thoughts down to the dock where they saw the launch just leaving the island for its return trip. They took a seat on a shaded bench as the sun was beginning to really warm the day, sending dazzling reflections off the water of the cove. Laura stretched out on the bench and her husband drank in her well proportioned form, enticingly but barely covered by the tiny Wicked Weasel bikini she wore. 

She had ordered four from Australia for this trip, and he looked forward to seeing her come out of the water in this white one, which would become fully transparent when wet. He knew she would not be in the suit long, and she confirmed this by sitting up and removing her top as another couple joined them at the dock.

The couple openly admired Laura's 36c breasts. The woman of the pair noticed the very professional job the stylist had done on Laura's highlights and how well the cut framed a very pretty face. For her own part, Laura arched a little as she noticed the attention and practically drooled at the sight of the other woman. 

In her late 40s Laura guessed, but in great shape with what had to be 38d titties. The woman had obviously had them enlarged; as they had that not-quite-natural shape that Laura now realized actually enhanced their mouth watering allure. The woman was about her own height with blonde hair about as natural as her breasts. She was wearing a see-through beach cover up and bikini bottoms, a combination which Laura found even sexier than if the woman had been nude. What really set the woman apart was the dangling nipple jewelry she wore on those melon-like orbs. Laura knew she shouldn't let her imagine run away, but this was a sex resort and they were going to the kind of cornily named "Isle of Eros." Her head was spinning with sexy visions. 

"Hi" said the blonde, "my name is Diane and this is my husband Jack." It took Larry and Laura about five seconds each to make the connection to the song, and Diane waited for the understanding in their eyes to flash to continue. "No, we're not named after the song, but it did play a part in our meeting and hooking up." Larry was very conscious of trying to keep his mouth closed and his eyes focused above Diane's neck as she spoke. Laura apparently felt no such compunctions as she drank in the gorgeous breasts of their new acquaintance who took a seat on the bench on the opposite side of the dock. 

Jack watched with amusement as his skilled sexual predator of a wife worked on this couple. She had obviously reached a snap decision and he had learned to follow her gut reactions, especially in sexual situations.

"We're Larry and Laura" Larry heard his voice say from far away. Looking to his right he realized that his wife was staring hungrily at Diane's breasts and nudged her foot to break the spell. "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare" Laura said. "Your breasts are very beautiful and I absolutely adore your jewelry." "I'm flattered that you like them so much," Diane smiled warmly at her prey and lifted her beach cover over her head to fully expose her mounds. 

Larry and Laura could now see that the dangling jewels were not clipped over the nipples as they had supposed, but were attached to barbell piercings. "I had the piercings done last year and Jack surprised me with the custom made attachments as we packed for this trip." The mention of Jack caused Larry and Laura to finally shift their attention and take a good look at the male half of this striking couple.

Jack was a handsome 5'9" man. He obviously spent a good deal of time outside as his sandy blonde hair showed the natural highlights of the sun and his light blue eyes were set in a deeply tanned face. Larry found himself admiring Jack's hairless chest almost as much as Diane's, and wondered if Jack's crotch was also kept so smooth. "Isn't he luscious?" Diane asked them as she reached up and tweaked Jack's left nipple a bit. 

"I can't wait to get him to the island and out of those trunks" she continued, "don't you agree?" she asked playfully, running her hand down his firm belly and across his package. "Mmmm yess!!" Laura breathed, thrilled with this woman's openness and reeling at the possibilities the day offered.

Larry again broke the spell with a gentle nudge. "Well I'm not sure you have to wait at this resort, but that may be a moot point as the boat is just about here" he said, nodding as the launch nosed toward the dock. Laura slipped her bikini top into the bag Larry carried with their towels and sunscreen and stepped toward the barge's gangway which Herve, the bargeman was lowering to the dock. Diane joined her and they stepped aboard the craft arm in arm, each pressing her tits to the other's shoulder. Larry and Jack did their best Three Stooges imitation in trying to be polite and let the other go first, but figured it out with a mutual grin and rejoined their wives. 

Laura sat down to Diane's left and casually reached up to examine Diane's piercing and jewelry at close range. "May I?" she asked. "Please do," Diane responded with a smile. Jack took the seat to Diane's right as he gave his wife a wicked grin only they could share. Larry sat opposite the two women, drinking in their loveliness and almost raw sexuality. 

Diane leaned back on the comfortable cushions, giving Laura an approving smile to continue her explorations. "I had the enlargements done three years ago, and was very pleased with how sensitive my nipples remained after the operation," she said "then Jack encouraged me to consider the piercings, so I got drunk accidentally on purpose one night in Vegas and let him talk me in to a trip to the all night tattoo, piercing parlor, restaurant, and cat house down in the seedier end of the Strip. I felt so slutty letting the big guy with all the tats' and earrings feel me up that I jumped Jack in the cab back to the hotel." 

She laughed at the memory then caught her breath as Laura brushed the backs of her fingers over Diane's right nipple. "As you can tell, the piercings seemed to enhance their sensitivity," Diane continued. "So much so that I decided to try piercings in another spot about six months ago." That revelation caught Laura a bit off guard as it sank in. "You mean you had your pussy lips pierced?!" Laura exclaimed. "No, I had my clit pierced, and now it is hardly ever NOT sticking up and begging to be licked," Diane explained. 

Laura sucked in some breath, her eyes darting up and down and she bit her lip like a school girl afraid to ask the next question. "Don't worry, doll" said Diane with a chuckle as she leaned forward and brushed Laura's lips with her own, "you'll get to see it soon enough!"

"Diane's not the only one who is pierced" Jack chimed in. Larry's eyebrows raised a question as he glanced down at Jack's crotch. "I had a stud put in the same night Diane got hers. The guy wasn't quite as thrilled with me as he was with Diane," he explained with a leer at his wife. "Sounds like we might just get a couple of eyefuls on the beach, hon," Larry said to Laura as he reached down and adjusted his growing package. 

All the sexual images and watching Laura's and Diane's mutual seduction were having a real effect. "In fact these trunks are getting so tight I think I'll just give you all an eyeful right now," he said, standing and slipping his trunks down his thighs to step out of them. "Oh, nice looking cock you've got there, Larry," Jack said as he checked to see if the bargeman was embarrassed. The training at the resort was obviously good, as the man continued to handle the boat in a professional and safe manner, but gave the engine a couple of revs and smiled a reassuring smile at his guests. This gave everyone a chuckle and Larry relaxed back on the seat, arching his back to show everyone his manhood after folding his trunks and stowing them in their bag. 

"Why not?" Jack said. He stood up and with a bit of a flourish dropped his own shorts to the floor, revealing a plump eight inch cock with a large gold barbell stud piercing the top of his shaft at the base. Larry's earlier question about Jack's hair was answered as Jack was a true "smoothie," completely hairless on his entire body, which made his slowly rising and fully tanned cock stand out even more as Jack resumed his seat next to his wife.

Reaching out to stroke Jack's shaft Diane said "isn't it just the most luscious looking thing?" "Mmmm, yes!" replied Laura, "what do you think of it, honey?" Laura tossed this softball up in the air hoping Larry remembered their pact to both at least try a same-sex encounter during this trip. Larry's cock literally jumped at the thought and he answered "I think it's just about the sexiest looking cock I've ever seen. I'd love to wrap my lips around that bad boy!" Jack smiled at Larry and flexed his cock muscles in response to Larry's enthusiasm. "That just might be arranged, Larry, that just might be arranged," Jack said. 

Laura was a little surprised at Larry's enthusiasm, as he had always pulled back from any male contact during their previous swinging encounters. "I guarantee it will be arranged," Diane said, smiling at her husband with pure lust and pride, "just as soon as possible!" And just like that the spell which had been descending on the four hedonists was broken as the boat kissed the dock with a light bump and the bargeman leapt up to secure the lines. Gathering their things the two couples made sure to bump into each other, brushing breasts against arms and hips to hips as they made their way off the barge and on to the Isle of Eros. 

"Welcome!" a beautiful young brunette woman dressed in a gauze beach cover cut like a short Roman slave's toga and a white thong bikini bottom greeted them on the barge dock. "I'm Jacklyn the Beach Service Coordinator. I'm afraid all but one of our palapas are already taken this morning, so you will either have to share or one couple will be given some lounge chairs with a portable umbrella." 

"That's ok, Jacklyn," said Jack "I think I can speak for the group and say we'll be more than happy to share." "Fine, then you'll have Palapa 12 at the far end of the beach. It's not too bad a walk and is actually our best location as the day heats up. There is a low bluff right behind the beach there and the trees provide ample opportunities for either shade or sun on that part of the beach after midday." 

"I see you brought along beach bags with towels from your rooms. If you need extras or if you would like some refreshments from the Cabana just pull the yellow cord on the central pole of the palapa and a server will respond to the flag." Jacklyn was gesturing to show them around the island. 

"The Island Trail Head is just next to the Cabana, you'll find a number of grassy areas, benches, and raised platforms with cushions for resting or play along the way. Each palapa has two double chaise lounges with cushions. You will also find a box attached to the central palapa pole that contains small bottles of lubricants, condoms, dental dams, and freshening wipes. If you need sunscreen, or someone to put sunscreen on, just raise the flag." 

The four new friends exchanged glances at the mention of the sex aids available and Jacklyn could see from their eyes that she needed to cut her orientation short. "Restrooms and first aid at the Cabana, remember to use LOTS of sunscreen. Even though you all look pretty tan the tropical sun can still burn you. Remember if you need anything just raise the flag and one of us will come running. Have a great day and enjoy!" "Thanks, Jacklyn," said Larry, "we will!"

With that Larry and Jack shouldered their bags, now slightly heavier than when they started as various pieces of clothing had been added in the last few minutes, and followed their wives who were already strolling arm in arm down the beach. The two women were exaggerating the swing of their hips both for the enjoyment of the men they knew were following and to rub more skin against each other. 

The first palapa they past sheltered a beautiful Hispanic woman from the sun. She was looking out to the beach where her companion, an equally beautiful Hispanic man, was talking to the couple from their neighboring shelter in the surf. Everyone was naked and seemed very comfortable in their various shades of skin. "Isn't she the girl from Desperate Housewives?" Laura whispered to Diane as they passed the large grass umbrella-shaped shelter. "I think so. I heard she is bisexual and a swinger" Diane replied. "God she's gorgeous!" Laura said. "I hope I get a chance to meet her. Larry and I made a pact that we would each try some gay love this week, and I think it would be a kick to make it with a star." 

"Do you mean you've never been with a woman at all?" asked Diane. "Not to any great degree. Just a little kissing and caressing when Larry and I play with other couples, and once in a swinger's club in Dallas I did a bar dance with two girls, but I've never tasted a woman and I'm just aching to try," Laura answered. Taking her new friends hand Diane picked up their pace very determinedly saying "honey, we are going to fix that right now!"

Jack and Larry had been distracted by the beautiful dark-skinned woman under the first palapa, and were caught by surprise when they realized their wives were practically running down the shore hand in hand. "Guess we better pick up the pace," Jack shrugged and stole a last glance over his shoulder as he stepped out to join Larry. "Wonder what the rush is about?" mused Larry. "I think I can guess," said Jack. 

"Diane is feeling pretty frisky today. She had two cums from her fingers while I was in the shower this morning, and practically attacked me as I dried my hair. She's randy and ready and I can tell she really digs your wife, and I can certainly see why, she's one hot babe." "Yes she is," agreed Larry, "but so is Diane, and I hope you don't mind that I expressed my appreciation for you on the boat as well." "Not at all," Jack assured him. "In fact, if my hunch is right you and I are going to have to find something to do to entertain ourselves while those two get acquainted. You seem enthusiastic, but my 'bidar' is telling me you don't have a lot of experience with men. Am I right?" 

"You are right on," agreed Larry with a slightly breathless chuckle. "Why don't we slow down and let them get going before we arrive?" "Good idea," agreed Jack, who switched his beach bag to the opposite shoulder, leaving the side of his body closest to Larry free. Larry mirrored Jack's move and angled closer to the shorter man as they relaxed back into a stroll. Both men resumed allowing their gazes to wander over the many different bodies in various stages of beach dress and undress both in the water and under the shade of the huge tropical grass umbrellas. 

"Laura and I have been swingers for about six years," Larry volunteered, "and I guess you could call us pretty typical." "We've always found ourselves in situations where it was fine for the women to touch and even make love, though Laura has never outright fucked another woman, but we men were too scared, too uptight, or too dumb to ever share with each other. Laura and I hope to overcome some of our inhibitions here this week, and I think I read the signals correctly from you and Diane, not just because of your armbands, that you might like to swing with us, no holds or holes barred?" 

Jack saw their wives arrive at Palapa 12 about a hundred yards ahead and watched as they each shed their bikini bottoms and ran into the crystal clear Caribbean water hand in hand before answering. "There's your answer," Jack told Larry, nodding down the beach as Diane and Laura moved into each other's arms. "Diane and I are mostly heterosexual, but are open to the right circumstances. We were thrilled with the description of this resort as a truly bisexual place, and the show Steve and his staff put on last night left no doubts. I'm open to anything you want to try, once we get rid of these bags." As he said this, he moved very close to Larry and slipped his arm around the naked man's waist, letting his hand roam down to caress Larry's ass cheek. 

At first Larry stiffened and began to move away, then remembered that he had been the aggressor thus far, and moved back, putting his own arm around Jack's shoulder and pulling their bodies even closer together. The contact of slightly sweaty skin (the day was warming rapidly under the tropical sun) caused both men's organs to once again stiffen. They walked the final 50 yards slowly, enjoying the contact and building their anticipation.




La Playa Ch. 03



Meanwhile the two women were in a world of their own, moving into a tight embrace as they stood knee deep in the warm Caribbean water. Diane had noticed several couples, some of the same sex, making out as she ran with Laura to the palapa, and her mind was on fire with desire for showing this sexy woman the ropes of girl-girl love. She pressed her tits into Laura's and shoved her tongue as far into Laura's mouth as she could get it as she felt Laura's right hand snake between them and feel for her clit piercing. For her part, 

Laura's head was spinning with lust, curiosity about what a pierced clit might feel like, and a little trepidation that Larry would be able to handle the situation they found themselves in. They wanted to expand their pool of sexual experience, but this was a little like diving off the high board into the deep end. These worries were driven from her awareness as Diane bent and sucked hard on her right breast. "Oh, god!" Laura exclaimed as she felt her last inhibitions flying away with the feeling of Diane's tongue on her nipple. Diane flattened her tongue and licked the hard nubbin with long, slow strokes, wetting it thoroughly and then sucking it deep into her mouth. "Oh, god don't ever stop!" Laura groaned as she felt her knees almost buckle beneath her. For her part, Diane loved the almost rough way Laura was fumbling with her clit and the large gold ring which pierced its center. 

Both women were beginning to lose themselves to lust, but Diane kept her head just enough to say "let's move back up into the shade where I can love you longer, honey." Laura longed to pull the mouth back onto her nipple but reluctantly nodded her head in agreement and the two women turned back to the shore. As her eyes focused on the palapa Laura caught her breath, because she could see her husband and Jack standing beneath the grass thatch, their arms wrapped around each other and their lips pressed together. "Looks like we inspired them!" Diane smiled, "let's go see if we can heat them up some more!"

Larry and Jack had dropped their bags behind the two double chaise lounges, exchanged one last glance for reassurance, and moved into each others' arms. Jack pulled the taller man's lips down to his own, resolving to give Larry the full treatment of just how thrilling man to man sex could be. He molded his body to Larry's, pressing their cocks together and using his free hand to pull Larry's ass tighter, never releasing his firm but tender hold on his new lover's neck. 

Larry's mind was reeling, but he could not deny the intense feelings of his body. Kissing a man was very different from a woman. Their instincts led both men to try to dominate the other, but their lips were tender where their tongues were strong. He wrapped both arms around Jack and rubbed his cock urgently against the other flesh. No words were needed as the two men moved simultaneously to a chaise; Jack lowered the back to the horizontal and fluffed the pillow-like cushions. He rolled onto what was now in essence a small bed, looked into Larry's eyes with real passion, and pulled him down back into a lip lock.

Laura and Diane paused just under the shade of the palapa. Laura moved close to Diane, reaching for her right breast as the women drank in the sight of their two men in the heat of passion. They were handling each other's cock roughly, using the sweat from their bodies as lubricant as their hands fondled balls and squeezed their shafts in unison. Larry broke the kiss and began to move down to taste his first cock, but froze when he saw his wife and Diane staring. 

"Oh, honey, you are so sexy!" Laura said with a reassuring smile. "Don't let us interrupt, boys, we're just getting comfortable ourselves, chimed in Diane, "we'll rejoin you after I'm through with this sexy thing." She pulled Laura toward the other chaise as Jack urged Larry to go ahead with his lovemaking.

Larry moved down between Jack's legs, slipping down onto his knees in the sand and leaning in to smell the musky aroma of male sex. He grasped Jack's cock just below the crown between his thumb and forefinger, pulling the rigid shaft upright and staring at the underside glistening with droplets of sweat. Starting at the base, he tentatively reached out with the tip of his tongue and traced a line up the underside of Jack's cock to the circumcised crown, then lashed the head from side to side. "Oh, yeah baby," Jack moaned "suck my cock." 

Larry opened his lips and pulled the hard eight inches into his mouth. When he had about a third of the shaft in his mouth he closed his lips firmly and sucked. He felt the cockhead bulge and expand against his tongue. Jack ran his fingers through Larry's short hair and caressed his cheeks, urging Larry to actively blow him by arching his hips towards Larry's face. Larry began a steady up and down sucking motion, holding Jack's shaft upright at the base with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. 

Larry was amazed at how smooth Jack's skin was; he couldn't feel any of the stubble he expected from a shaved cock. He reached down and found Jack's ass to be equally smooth, and the thought hit him that Jack must have used a depilatory or even had laser hair removal. Whatever the reason, he found the smooth skin almost baby soft, and a thrill to have on his tongue and in his hands. The thought inspired him further and he picked up his pace. 

He knew better than to try to take the entire shaft on his first try, deciding instead to concentrate on lashing his tongue across the sensitive parts of Jack's cock directly below the crown as he found a rhythm with both his head and his hand, which was now pumping the lower third of the tumescent man meat.

Jack was in heaven. What Larry lacked in experience he was certainly making up in enthusiasm. As a special bonus Jack had the beautiful site of his wife lowering her smooth cunt to Laura's waiting lips on the other chaise. He thought how smart it had been for he and Diane to have the laser hair removal done over the past few months, and he reached up and ran his hand over his now hairless chest to pull on a nipple. As Larry found the rhythm of his blow job Jack once again arched his hips and laid his head back, moaning his approval.

Meanwhile Diane had laid the eager Laura down on the chaise and spun around to straddle her head. "You wanted to see my clit piercing earlier, lover, well here it is" and she spread her knees and reached down with her right hand to separate her cunt lips and expose her clit and its large gauge gold ring. Laura was nearly overcome with desire as her senses were assaulted with the sights and smells of the sex goddess above her. She ran her hands up the insides of Diane's thighs, across the incredibly smooth mound, and up her sides to cup her breasts and pull on her nipple piercings. She turned her head slightly and drank in the sight of her husband going down on his first cock with abandon, then moved her hands to Diane's haunches, pulling the golden-brown, gold-decorated cunt toward her face. 

As Diane spread her knees and lowered her hips, she leaned forward and dove into Laura's steaming pussy. She was thrilled that fate had brought she and Jack to this place, and was happy she had followed her instincts at the ferry dock less than an hour ago.

Laura was not completely inexperienced with Sapphic sex, but this was the first time she had eaten another pussy. She imagined what would feel good on her own sex, and let that guide her actions. She began by shoving her tongue as far into Diane as she could get it, then twirling it in a circle as she withdrew. That gave her the full taste and scent of the flower at her lips, and she continued to swirl her tongue, mixing her own saliva with the slightly pungent but oh so tasty juices Diane's cunt was producing. 

She moved her tongue in rapid flicking motions up and down Diane's hairless lips, and then her tongue brushed the large gold ring. Diane jerked her hips at the intense sensation, but did not let that distract her from the glorious pussy beneath her face. Laura's pussy was very neatly shaved. Her lips and hips were completely smooth, with a Brazilian-style tuft of hair serving as decoration on her mound. She went straight for Laura's clit, pursing her lips and sucking like on a straw, pulling the soft bundle of nerves into her mouth and through her slightly parted teeth. 

This had exactly the intended effect on Laura, who squealed with delight, bucked her hips, and redoubled her assault on Diane's own love button. The two women went at each other like animals, quickly reaching sharp, mutual orgasms and feeling the need redouble as their lips and tongues flew across each other's sex.

Jack had been using both hands to tweak and pinch his own nipples, and he felt a huge cum building in his belly and balls. Larry was now using his left index finger to circle and press at Jack's sphincter, and he felt the tight muscle relax and reflex, grabbing the tip of his finger and pulling it in. Jack was flexing the muscle to urge Larry to finger fuck him. Larry took the hint and pressed his finger fully into the willing and eager asshole, all the while keeping up a steady beat of pumping and sucking Jack's shaft. 

Jack responded to this with relish, moaning "yessss" between clenched teeth and fighting to hold back his cum to the last possible instant. Larry kept going like this for another couple of minutes, and just as his neck muscles were beginning to tire his finger found Jack's prostate. This was more than Jack could control, and he suddenly bucked up, driving his cock deep into Larry's mouth and exploding. 

"Agggh ohhh Godddd yessss!" Jack yelled in delirious ecstasy as his cock pumped spurt after spurt of hot cream into the back of Larry's throat. If Larry had not had his right hand wrapped around Jack's cock he would have choked from the sudden invasion. As it was he was surprised at the hot liquid filling his throat and mouth, and he felt an almost childlike sense of pride in accomplishment as he swallowed his first load of cum.

Diane and Laura were a single mass of flesh, sweat dripping from their tits and hips as they writhed against each others tongue. Laura had never had more than two orgasms during a single sex session, but under Diane's knowing tongue she was experiencing a whole series of cums, one after another in wave after wave. She was thrilled with Diane's reactions to her own assault, and had taken to flicking Diane's clit ring back and forth and she sucked her clit in and out across her lower teeth. 

Diane was also in a multi-orgasmic state, putting a vacuum lock on Laura's clit and rubbing her nose from side to side around her hole. Both women were mewing and moaning their lust and passion, stopping occasionally to gasp for breath, then diving back into each other's muff. Finally Laura could stand no more. She released her lip-lock on Diane's luscious nub and pushed the other woman up off her. Diane rolled off and they lay there panting and gasping for breath, unable to move except to lightly caress the smooth sweaty skin of their partner in appreciation.

Soon Laura felt rather than saw Larry loom above her, and she opened her eyes to a smiling face that still had a drop of cum on the chin. She reach up for her husband and drew him down into a kiss, tasting the musky taste of Jack's cum still on his lips and thrilling at the new bridge they had crossed together. Diane got up from the chaise to let the couple have more room and joined Jack, who was reaching for the service flag to order some refreshments. His spent cock was still half hard, and her cunt was so wet that she was able to grab the shaft and stuff it into her opening as she straddled her husband and began to hump. 

Laura spread her own legs and was rewarded to the hardest cock she had ever felt entering her, as Larry was the only one of the group who had yet to cum and he was on sensory overload. Diane felt her husband's shaft quickly respond and begin to harden as they smiled into each other's eyes and turned their heads to look at their new lovers. 

Larry was pounding feverishly into Laura, who, utterly spent by the Sapphic sex she had shared with Diane, was letting him use her as a fuck toy. She smiled back at their two new friends, strangers no more who had introduced her and her love to a whole new world. It wasn't just a doubling of the possibilities, but an exponential explosion of opportunity with no limits. 

Larry's eyes were clenched tight and his hips moved forcefully as he quickly reached his climax and spurt after spurt of hot sticky liquid flooded into Laura's cunt. He howled his joy for the world to hear as his cock spasmed so much he thought it would turn inside out. He felt Laura's hands lightly caress his shoulders as she responded and urged her man to complete himself, then opened his eyes to gaze into her deep grey eyes, framed with tousled and matted hair and filled with a love that transcended anything either had felt before. 

They looked across to the other chaise as they moved to lie side by side and saw Diane slowly moving her hips and undulating atop her husband in a lazy, slow, and loving fuck. A beach boy approached Palapa 12 carrying a pitcher of ice water and four cups, apparently totally unconcerned about the sex acts surrounding him he asked "would anyone like to try our pineapple smoothies this morning?" The four new friends laughed, said yes, and continued their explorations on the Isle of Eros.



La Playa Ch. 04



 (edited by Susurrus)

Chapter 4: Monday at the Poolside Bar

The crowd started to break up after the impromptu blowjob exhibition by the pool. Lisa relaxed on David's abdomen while Steve slumped into a chair. Each member of the trio savored the afterglow of his or her own orgasm.

After resting a few moments Steve broke the spell.

"What a wonderful way to start the day. Thank you both very much." 

"You're welcome," the husband and wife replied in unison. "It was our pleasure and honor to play with our host." 

Steve continued, getting up from his lounge chair. "I'm glad you think so. Your names are David and Lisa, right?" 

"That's right. Thanks for remembering," Lisa replied. 

"Do you play with all your guests?" she asked with a coy smile, slowly rising with Steve's help. 

"Well, we've only been open for 24 hours so give me a chance to build some experience!" Steve laughed. "I can say this much: my rules for having sex with guests will remain the same as those for a swinging scene. I will only play with people who fit my personal ideas of sensuality and give me the impression they enjoy physical love as much as I do." He then motioned the couple toward the outdoor showers for a little clean-up.

"Those are pretty much our standards too," said David, "glad we were a match." 

"Me too," said Lisa, "though I knew we'd get along as soon as we met last night, when you still had cum dripping down your thighs." 

Laughing, Steve turned on one shower then stepped aside to turn on the next and make room for the couple. "I have to admit, I'm pretty much an exhibitionist slut," he chuckled, "though you struck me along the same lines this morning, Lisa." 

 "Hmmm, you're right, I do get a thrill from showing off, and I think I came twice as hard just now, thanks to all the people who were watching!" 

"And David, I could tell you were a bit unsure about getting a blowjob from a man," said Steve. "I'm glad you chose to join in. Part of the purpose of this resort is to provide a safe and sane place for people to try new things, relax their inhibitions, and find out just where their limits are." 

 "I have to admit, that was only my second blowjob from a man since at least high school," David answered. Lisa gave him an inquiring glance at his response, not having heard this before. "I can assure you that I intend to make up for lost time now, though." 

"You lying prick!" Lisa teased her husband, "you told me John was the first time you'd ever been with a man. What else don't I know about your past?" 

 "Sorry, Babe, but technically, what I said was true. I wouldn't exactly call a few pubescent boys 'men', and I didn't want to give you the impression that I like 'em that young today."

"Well, I guess I forgive you," Lisa replied with a pout which transformed into a grin as she pirouetted under the shower spray, "but only if you promise to let me watch your other gay encounters here this week!" 

"You're on, wench," David said with a wink to Steve.

The trio finished their rinses and stepped over to the pool hamper, took out some oversized towels and began drying each other. As they finished, Steve said, "Let's step over to the bar for just a sec, I have something I want to give you." 

"Sure. Lead the way," said David as he slipped his arm around Lisa and they followed their host around the pool apron. 

"How's your room?" Steve asked as they walked. 

"It's fabulous!" said Lisa, "though we did have a bit of trouble getting in yesterday." 

"Yes, I know," Steve replied with a slight frown. "We had a computer glitch that prevented some of our cardkeys from operating their doors properly. Hopefully the staff got you settled pretty quickly once we fixed the problem, and I hope you got the bottle of wine I ordered sent to all our guests who were inconvenienced." 

"Yes, we did, thank you very much," replied David, "we're saving it to share with our friends John and Carolyn later this week." 

"Great, I hope you all enjoy it," said Steve, "I've actually been quite pleased that we've had as few 'hiccups' as we have, this being our opening week. We took an extra month to try and ensure that everything would be as perfect as humanly possible."

"It's an outstanding resort, and I can't tell you how thrilled we are to be here," Lisa gushed, "especially after this morning!"

The bar was a rambling series of different amenities. There was the prerequisite swim-up bar, staffed this late morning by a pretty brunette in the standard uniform of shorts, tank-top, and walking shoes. This was only a small part of the building, however. Decks, tables, and adult playground equipment, under a high Polynesian-style roof, comprised the main bar, which included a short-order kitchen. The high roof, ceiling fans, and misters kept the interior cooler than the sun-drenched pool deck, but not too cool for nude comfort. Seating included large booths near the back of the structure, sit-down and stand-up tables between the bar and the pool deck, and low seating areas with couches, love seats, and coffee tables were also scattered about. 

Near one end of the bar was a stairwell which led down into a lower seating area. This was furnished like a long theater with love seats and coffee tables stretched out facing a large, Plexiglas window which afforded patrons a fish-eye view of cavorting swimmers in the pool. 

Beyond the other end of the 100-foot long teak bar was a large dance floor and a stage. What the guests didn't know - and would not know until Wednesday night - was that the dance floor was actually retractable. It covered a large pit with padded walls equipped with nozzles for foam. A variety of spotlights, speakers, reflecting balls, and other dance-bar technology hung from the rafters in the ceiling. 

Just beyond the dance floor was one of the most unique features of the bar, the "Pina Colada Slip-n-Slide." This was a 40-foot long platform, 3 feet wide, 18 inches high, padded and covered with several layers of plastic. The sides of the platform were bordered with six-inch pads, and hoses were stationed along the length. The far end of the platform emptied into a small lap pool. The hoses dispensed either water or a pina colada-flavored water-based gel, like a good anal lube. The idea was that guests could take a running start and fling themselves along the plastic, sliding and slipping along until they fell into the pool, hopefully along with other guests. Steve hoped that this would become a fun, signature amenity of the resort. 

A third bar served the upper levels of the sundeck, and included a fun option for their patrons: every table included squirt guns served by huge pressurized tanks. 

Each bar provided bowls of condoms, dental dams, and lube packets, and servers were trained to provide small assortments of these amenities to each table at their first approach. 

Steve explained some of these features to David and Lisa as they walked up to the main bar. He called Duane, the Head Bartender, over and asked for "the reserve box." Taking the box he opened it and handed Lisa a calling card with his name and a four-digit number on it. 

"This card has my private phone number," Steve explained. "Please don't share the number with anyone else. I would love to have you up to tour my home and get the 'eagle's eye' view of the resort. I think I met your traveling companions last evening as well. Please feel free to bring them along." 

"Oh, wow, thanks!" Lisa responded enthusiastically, "I'm sure they'll love it, as will we. And will there be an opportunity for us to thank you properly in return?" she asked, pressing her tight body and firm tits up to Steve. 

"No thanks are necessary, but if I get a chance to fuck that tight looking ass of yours I'd be willing to call us even," he said with a leer and a grab of Lisa's left ass cheek. "David, you're a lucky man to have such an insatiable and delectable piece of ass as a life companion," he grinned, reaching out with his free hand to fondle David's balls. 

"You are so right," David agreed, "and I'm also lucky to have great friends to help keep her libido satisfied! I appreciate the sacrifice you made this morning." 

"Not at all. What are hosts for?" Steve laughed. "I'm afraid I have to leave you now, though, and continue my morning rounds. 

"Duane," he called to the bartender, "please take good care of David and Lisa and help them figure out what they want to do for the rest of the day." 

"Actually, we're planning on meeting John and Carolyn right here after they get back from their morning run," Lisa explained, "and they are going to be green with envy when they find out about what they missed." 

"Ah, that's right, I saw them jog by this morning as I walked to the pool. Well, Duane, make sure the group gets a bottle of Crystal with my compliments (while the resort was all-inclusive, super-premium wines were charged separately). Folks, have a great time and don't forget to call for that tour. Goodbye!" Steve gave each of them a peck on the cheek and let his hand slip one last time across Lisa's breasts as he excused himself and left. 

Lisa and David looked at each other for a long moment, then they grinned,  hugged and laughed together. 

"Well the owner sure lives up to his billing," David chuckled. "How can he be so matter-of- fact about the kind of raw sex we just had?" 

"I think his manner just shows how comfortable he is in his own skin, and reiterates the message in all the resort literature about this place 'liberating the true soul,'" Lisa replied. "I think he's just a purely sexual being who lives life on his own terms, and doesn't give a damn if he shocks anyone or if anyone disapproves." 

"Maybe you're right, my love," said David, pulling her close. "I just want to tell you how proud I was seeing you go after that man, and what a thrill it was to join you in his seduction. Thank you!" 

Duane handed each of them a hand towel to use as a seating pad: just another of the little amenities La Playa provided to make their guests comfortable, one Steve had picked up at Cap d'Agde, France.  

"I'm not sure who seduced whom," Lisa laughed as they claimed a table, "but it was great. And you were incredible, the way you got into the bisex thing in public so easily. Way to go!" 

"Sorry I've never told you about my earlier gay encounters, but I really had put them out of my mind until John grabbed my cock at that party a couple months ago. I hope you'll understand if I follow the thread a bit this week and see where it leads?" 

"Honey, this is a sex resort, and we are swingers. Of course you can explore, just as I plan to. I just hope you won't worry about my approval and let yourself be you!" 

"I will. I promise, and I think I'll start this morning by giving John a blowjob right here in the bar." 

Lisa grinned because David jumped when Duane arrived at the table right as David made this declaration. As he placed the bucket of ice and displayed the champagne, Duane said, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to startle you. I was wondering if you would like a pitcher of fresh-squeezed orange juice to go along with the champagne. 

"Also, will you be needing menus? It's nearly lunch time." 

"Yes, thank you," Lisa told him, as her husband was still recovering from embarrassment at being overheard, "we'll be four for lunch. Our friends will be joining us as soon as they get back from their run." 

"Of course, ma'am, I'll be right back with everything."

David and Lisa exchanged a look after Duane left, stuck their tongues out at each other, then playfully made up with a grin and a kiss. 

"I sure love you," David said to his sexy companion, "and I especially love living life with you!" 

It was this type of moment and these kinds of words that endeared David to Lisa above all other men, and she flushed a bit, smiled, and said, "Right back at at ya, sexy! 

"Say, there's two of the sexiest folks I know," she pointed toward  a nice-looking couple who were untying their running shoes and stepping into the showers they'd recently used. 

Lisa shifted around to sit close to David and they both made themselves more comfortable to watch their friends and sexmates clean up. Her hand traced David's cock as Duane came back with menus and a large wooden bowl filled with a variety of condoms, lubes, and assorted other sex aids. A busgirl accompanied him, and she quickly and expertly set the table for four, placed a huge pitcher of orange juice next to the bowl, then set the requisite hand towels on the seats of the empty chairs. Duane opened the champagne and demonstrated the proper proportions for the perfect mimosa. All the while, Lisa was stroking David's cock, and he became more and more embarrassed. Then he remembered that less than an hour ago, twenty or more people watched him get a blowjob from a man out by the pool, and told himself to relax. Lisa noticed the tension leave his body and smiled to herself that her man was starting to really get the hang of the resort. She looked back at their lovers in the showers and felt a stirring in her belly. 

At 5'10", John was the same height as David, but not as fit and trim despite the fact that he ran four times a week. Nevertheless, John was far from fat, and his blonde hair had natural highlight streaks from being out in the sun. 

David watched his friend with a new appreciation, noticing how similar his cock was to his own. Neither man was hung like a horse, but both had a respectable seven inches with bushes they kept neatly trimmed and no tan lines. David was a bit surprised to actually feel his mouth water at the sight of his friend's cock. They had participated in some mutual masturbation at recent swingers' parties and when the two couples got together privately, but David wasn't quite sure about how John would react to a stronger come-on. They had discussed the bisexual nature of the resort a bit over lunch a couple of weeks ago, and had both been noncommittal at the time. 

For her part, Lisa couldn't decide which of her lovers to watch. John had a nice body and a luscious cock just like David's. They even were both 'lefties' in the direction their cocks hung. However, Carolyn was a true stunner. Not statuesque, but very trim and with the classic 36-24-36 shape. Her neatly trimmed pussy protruded out slightly from her hips, and her C-cup breasts were topped with silver-dollar aureoles and flat nipples which stood up into hard little nubs when properly sucked.

As they stepped out of the showers and dried off, John and Carolyn looked around the pool and drank in a sexy vista. Near the lap pool where Lisa swam earlier a stunning black couple was fucking like rabbits, the large man pounding the woman who had her legs splayed over his massive shoulders. On a nearby chaise a heavy-set couple were watching the black couple in awe and masturbating each other. Across the pool in one of the shallower lagoons a man was bent over a small padded island while another man sawed what looked to be at least a 10" dick in and out of his ass. And finally up on the sun deck five women were locked in a daisy chain on the overstuffed play platform, moaning and licking each other as if they were possessed. John and Carolyn exchanged a sexy smile and set off toward the bar where they saw David and Lisa watching them with looks that could only be described as hungry, and not the hunger from a lack of food.

"Hi guys," Carolyn cried as they neared the bar, "isn't this place incredible?" 

"We had a fantastic run just now," added John, "We went the full length of the beach and then picked up a trail that snaked its way up the hill and around to the windward side. The views were awesome, and then on the way back we must have passed half a dozen couples and groups of people fucking in all different combinations, and now the show up here at the pool... awesome." 

"This place is really living up to the advertising and our expectations," Carolyn continued. "Don't you guys think?" 

David and Lisa exchanged a shit-eating grin and as Lisa turned to nod demurely, Carolyn's jaw dropped. 

"No!" she exclaimed, "don't tell me you guys have already had an adventure, and without us?" 

"We'll tell you all about it. Come, have a mimosa and pick out what you want for lunch, the waitress is coming," Lisa replied.

As David poured the drinks John noticed the type of champagne. "Crystal! Wow, you guys really splurged!"

 "Actually, this is a gift from Steve, the owner, as a thanks for the blowjob my little slut here gave him this morning," said David. "I think I'll have the conch salad," he told the waitress when she arrived for their orders. "Don't want to get overfull on a burger with so much of the day ahead." 

"That sounds good, Honey," said Lisa. "I think I'll join you." 

"Wait a minute, back up and start from the beginning!" exclaimed Carolyn. 

"Sweetie, the waitress is here, David ordered for us. Tell her what you want to eat and then I'll tell you everything," explained Lisa.

"I'm having a plate of the seafood fritters," said John. "Would you like to split them with me, Babe?" he asked his wife.

"Sure, that's fine, old shoe leather, whatever," said the impatient woman. 

The waitress left and Lisa immediately launched into her part of the story. She told how she had stripped by the pool, loving the cool morning air on her skin and dove in the silky water for her laps. She was feeling very sexy, and was so pleased when she saw a man admiring her swimming that she put on a bit of a show. She was even more pleased to see it was the owner, Steve, and that he was more than just admiring her, he was joining her in a display of sexual heat. 

David picked up the story at this point. "I came around a corner and there was my slut, coming on brazenly to some guy who was sitting there pulling his pud," he said. "I could tell I startled her a little because she got that guilty blush that I first saw during our first swing party a few years ago. She still hasn't quite gotten over the fact that I can handle seeing her with another man... or with another woman, for that matter." 

Lisa and Carolyn exchanged a quick glance. They were becoming closer lovers every time they partied, and each knew it was only a matter of time and circumstance before they became full lesbian lovers whenever their men were away. 

"Anyway, here she was polluting the pool with her drool while Steve stroked himself," David continued. "The guy loves to show off, and he's quite an inspiration for our little exhibitionist here. So I walked over and helped her out of the pool, and we joined our host. I gave her a push to give Steve's hand some help, and lowered my own thong to give myself some relief. It was then that we took things to the next gear." 

"I was going down on Steve, there was a crowd growing around us, and the next thing I know this guy who is calling me 'slut' is jamming his cock down our host's throat!" Lisa chimed in. 

John and Carolyn looked at David with varying mixtures of shock and lust. They had never known their friend to be so bold. John felt his cock springing to attention and Carolyn moved her hand to her breast to finger a nipple. 

"John and I have fooled around a little, and I figured this is a sex resort, so I just went for it when Steve flashed me the invitation," David continued. "The next thing I know, he and Lisa have this incredible rhythm going. It's like she's sucking his cock and his whole body was undulating and translating all that suction and motion onto my shaft. Plus, there had to be nearly thirty people watching us by then. I couldn't stand it. I went off like the Fourth of July! I thought my legs would collapse under me. John, you can't imagine the things this guy was doing with his mouth and tongue!" David's enthusiasm was growing along with his organ. 




La Playa Ch. 04



"I yelled for Steve not to swallow, then took his load, which was scrumptious tasting by the way, in my mouth," Lisa rejoined the story. "Then I jumped up and gave David his first load of cum. He was a little surprised, but I was more surprised at how he went after my tonsils once he got over his shock." 

"It was the most erotic moment of my life, so far," David completed the narration. "And I want to share the experience with you guys. I want to try to do the things Steve did to me to John." 

"Hmm, sounds like some sexy fun," replied Carolyn, realizing that her man was in a state of dumbfounded speechlessness but was also incredibly aroused, judging by how hard his penis was in her hand. "When do you plan on trying it, David?" 

"Right now," David answered, and sliding out of his chair he moved to his knees and beckoned for John to move his own chair to allow access. 

"Please, John, I know we've beat around this bush for a while," he explained to his friend, who had an alarmed look on his face, flushed body, and hard-as-a-rock cock. "I came to the realization that part of the reason for coming to a place like this is to try new things. Lisa has been a great example for me there, throughout our marriage. But this is one road she can't lead me any further along. Please, buddy. Please, let me suck your cock!"

John was still in shock, his mouth moved a couple of times, his eyes went wide, but what Carolyn noticed was that his cock instantly became even stiffer. She was thrilled and decided to take control. "Yes, honey, feed your beautiful cock into David's mouth. David, go ahead, taste my little boy's cock!" 

This snapped John out of it, and he nodded his consent and rotated his chair, sliding down and back and spreading his legs. David slid forward and practically dove on the pulsing manhood before him. He engulfed John's cock as deep as his virgin mouth could accommodate and sucked on it like a fat straw. John moaned, rolled his head back and closed his eyes as he felt his friend's tongue supplement the intense suction of his cheeks. David pulled back slowly, swirling his tongue and keeping the suction on until he got to the top of John's shaft. He felt the head bulge and the edges of the circumcised helmet become sharply defined under his tongue, then pulled back suddenly and let John's cock jump from his mouth with an audible pop. He then took a second to examine his new toy,

Lisa was overjoyed at the look of enchanted wonder in her husband's eyes. 

Then, grasping the base and John's balls, which had already retracted high up into his scrotum, David licked John's shaft all around like a popsicle. This caused John to squirm and moan even more, and David's death grip on the base of the shaft acted like a cock ring, restricting outgoing blood flow and making the purple veins of John's cock stand out. Then David began the deep vacuum and pistoning motion Steve had used on his cock earlier by the pool. He moved his head as fast as possible, breathing in on the up strokes to increase the suction and out on the down strokes, all the while swirling his tongue first clockwise, then counterclockwise along the shaft of the man meat which was jumping and pulsing so much it seemed to have a life of its own in his mouth. 

John gripped the arms of the chair like a man possessed, rolling his head from side to side and moaning incoherently. He had received many a blowjob from talented women, but David's tongue knew just where to press and tickle to get the maximum effect, and no woman had ever achieved the degree of suction David's strong cheeks and neck produced. 

Carolyn and Lisa were in awe of David's enthusiasm and stamina as he entered his third full minute of moving his entire head and torso at an almost blurry speed. Suddenly John arched his spine, rocking the chair back on two legs and nearly choking David as he thrust his cock deep into his mouth and throat. David loosened his grip on the base of John's shaft slightly and moved back until just the head of his cock was pursed in his lips, and sucked like a kid trying to get the last of the milkshake out of the cup through a straw and John pumped squirt after squirt of hot, gooey cum into his mouth. John was practically yelling, his whole body rigid except for his hips, which jerked uncontrollably with each spasm. 

And suddenly it was over. The most intense three minutes of either man's life came to a slow, tender end as John relaxed and slumped back into the chair with David's mouth still sucking and licking his cock head, teasing out every last bit of milky fluid. 

The sensations were now so intense that John had to gently push David away as the two men locked eyes and shared the creation of a new bond, the shattering of old barriers, and stepped together into a whole new world. Their wives looked on with a mix of lust and pride. 

"And this is only Monday!" Carolyn exclaimed enthusiastically as she reached for Lisa.



La Playa Ch. 05



La Playa 5: A Private Dinner

edited by Susurrus

Sunset was coming on fast as Jonathan and Sarah were admitted through the gate into Steve's private retreat. They were the last of Steve's guests to arrive that evening, and Julie, the resort's Activities Director, greeted them with a smile. 

"Hi, guys! Welcome!" she greeted, giving each a hug and kiss. Julie was topless, with a pareo draped around her hips and a beautiful shell necklace hanging heavily on her perfectly tanned breasts. "Everyone else is around at the patio bar to watch the sunset. Come on!" 

She led her guests around the curve of the hill. On the left was a long, low structure with a palm roof that seemed to be built right into the hillside. To their right was a steep hill leading down to the sea. They walked all the way around the northern tip of the island (actually only a couple hundred feet, but the path was landscaped to meander, so it seemed longer) to a sprawling patio which dominated the view to the northwest, toward a neighboring island and the setting sun.

Julie often partnered with Steve in hosting parties for high rollers. Whenever Steve's wife was away, she filled in, and also sometimes even when Deana was present, since Deana was only an occasional swinger, and didn't want to inhibit her husband's lifestyle. 

The pair following her to the bar were actually the lowest of the high rollers present. They were minor investors in the resort, who Steve allowed to buy in after a particularly memorable dungeon session at a BDSM club in San Francisco. 

Jonathan was 42, 5'9" with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His Hawaiian shirt was only buttoned in the two lowest holes, and he wore a G-string thong and sandals. The thong was particularly stretched, as he was wearing a weighted ball stretcher and a small rubber cock ring. He had worked up quite a hard-on as they climbed the steps up the hill, and the tiny bit of fabric covering it all made it especially confining, as Jonathan sported an impressive 9½ inch erection. 

Sarah wore a very sexy net beach cover. Through it, it was clear that she wore nothing underneath. Both she and her husband wore matching nipple clamps connected by leather thongs, and displayed the two blue/two pink armbands of the true bisexual, supplemented by purple, indicating a sexual bottom, on their wrists.

As they approached the group on the patio, Julie took the lead in introductions. 

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Sarah and Jonathan. Sarah, Jonathan, this is Herb and Roxanne," she gestured to a gorgeous black couple.

"Meet Randy and Scarlett," Julie continued, indicating a short man wearing loads of jewelry and a tall platinum blonde who looked like a porn star.

"This is Katherine and Cary," a couple who looked to be in their fifties but very fit, smiled and nodded. 

"And I think you may already know Penny and Jeff." Jeff reached to shake Jonathan's hand and Penny hugged Sarah. 

"Steve will be joining us in just a moment," said Julie, "he's reviewing the preliminary numbers from our opening financials so he can share them with you. In the meantime, have a drink, enjoy the sunset, and get to know one another." 

Julie gestured Sarah and Jonathan to the bar where a beautiful Hispanic girl was making a frozen drink for Cary.

These guests were all handpicked to be there that evening. This was intended as a celebration of the opening success of La Playa, and everyone present had contributed in some way. 

Herb and Roxanne were long time partners - both in business and sex - with Steve. Though Steve could have obtained the financing for the resort without partners, he felt that the organization would be stronger with a broader interest base and Herb was the first person he had approached on the subject - right after Herb had cum in Steve's ass at a party. 

Herb and Roxanne were a visually stunning pair, with mocha, hairless skin (both were nude, with a variety of piercings, bracelets, necklaces, and other decorations on their bodies) and ripped muscles that testified to many hours in the gym. They were not married, but were longtime life partners who had a child at home. 

Randy was a porn producer who had met Steve at an industry convention. At 5'5", slightly balding, hairy, and flabby he was not the physical type Steve usually invited to parties where sex was on the menu, but Randy was also an investor in the resort and handled promotions, thanks to his many contacts in various aspects of the sex industry. He wore a Speedo and an open Hawaiian shirt. 

Scarlett was indeed a porn starlet. A lesbian who could be bi for the camera when the need arose, she starred in several promotional videos Randy had produced to introduce the resort to various markets. She was basically a 5'10" product of modern cosmetic surgery, with impressive 38DD breasts, barely contained in the Wicked Weasel bikini she wore, sharp facial features, and the best hair money could buy. 

Katherine looked taller than she was, carrying her 5'8" frame with an erect grace that highlighted her great physical proportions. Wearing a pareo like Julie, her 38C breasts sagged only slightly, and were decorated with starburst jewelry surrounding her nipples. 

Cary was dressed in a long Hawaiian shirt, his hairless, tanned cock peeking below the hem. He too carried himself well, and obviously worked to keep in shape. He and Katherine were the only other investors in the resort. While Steve liked the concept of partnership, he knew that too many cooks in the kitchen could become unwieldy, so he had limited investment opportunities to the bare minimum. 

Penny was a cute woman who looked like she loved to cuddle. While her 35-inch bust measurement suggested a petite frame, her D-cup orbs produced mouth watering shapes inside the tight Lycra cocktail dress she wore. 

Jeff towered above her. He was the most dressed of anyone present, wearing peasant pants and a Mexican wedding shirt. He and Penny hosted the largest swingers' site on the web, and as such had been crucial to La Playa's marketing campaign.

Sarah and Jonathan gravitated to talking with Jeff and Penny, with whom they had shared more than a few torrid nights (and days). Jeff and Penny loved topping others, but didn't consider themselves truly dominant. Jeff wore the blue/blue/pink armbands of a bisexual with a hetero bias, and Penny wore the single blue and pink armbands of the bicurious, though her many experiences sawing a strap-on in and out of Sarah's ass should certainly have allowed her to make up her mind by now.

The guests matched up in various groupings, with Julie slowly circulating to ensure conversation flowed smoothly. Drinks and hors d'ouevres were served by four subs (two of each gender, dressed only in loincloths) from the Dungeon Staff. 

It didn't take long for this group of experienced swingers to move from discussions such as their experiences getting to the island and other small talk, to serious and pointed conversations, proposals, negotiations, and fantasy-sharing about the sex they were about to enjoy together. Bodies pressed against each bodies. Breasts brushed shoulders, other breasts, or enjoyed being tweaked by playful fingers. Middle fingers stroked into the folds of pussies, and thumbs and forefingers rolled cockheads between them. 

Steve watched all this through an upstairs window in his villa. He wasn't really working on numbers, his professional accounting staff had provided them in complete detail earlier in the day. He was simply using that as an excuse to heighten his guests' anticipation and to make something of a grand entrance to the party. When Julie called everyone's attention to the fact that the sun would set in about five minutes, and that she would lead a ceremony celebrating the day at that time, Steve turned from the window and made his way downstairs.

Steve took the stairs two at a time and hurried through the great room, giving it a final once-over as he passed. Large futons and cushions were scattered about, all tables were generously supplied with towels, jars, tubes, and bottles of various lubes, and a hot towel warmer was going in the corner. A variety of toys and neatly folded rubber sheets covered a long table against the window. This wasn't the only room of the villa that would see action tonight, but it would definitely be a central point as well as providing his guests with their first impressions. To aid those impressions, in addition to all the sex paraphernalia, the room was very tastefully decorated with hardwoods, fine fabrics and expensive art.

Steve was greeted with happy cries from all his guests as he bounced out through the French doors. He was dressed in a pareo matching Julie's, worn in the manner of a Polynesian chief. His nipple piercings were topped with diamond studs and he wore diamond studs in his ears. 

Steve's pareo tented nicely in front thanks to the three-way gold cock rings Julie had helped him put on earlier, sucking him to hardness once they were in place. He quickly greeted each of his guests, exchanging plenty of tongue with everyone and groping cocks, breasts, pussies, and asses with equal gusto. He accepted a perfect margarita from a sub and joined Julie, who stood atop the low retaining wall overlooking the bluff. The lower curve of the sun was just touching the horizon.

At a nod from Julie, Steve turned and addressed his guests. "Welcome to my home here at La Playa. As you all know, Julie and I not only regard sex as the ultimate communication between people, we also try to help people connect on similar elemental levels with the world around them. Join us now as we bid farewell to another day to initiate tonight's affair. Julie?" 

"Let me add my welcome to Steve's. I genuinely hope I get the chance to fuck each and every one of you tonight, and that you find your experience both enjoyable and inspiring," the beautiful sexpert said. 

By this time about half of the sun's disk was below the horizon. 

"When I first met Steve, he and I were attendees at a tantric love seminar at a mountain retreat. He shared his personal philosophy with us at a sunrise session. He told us how he used visioning to set goals and achieve them, and how he had retaken control of his life from clocks and calendars by living according to the rhythms of nature: the tides, the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, and the seasons of the Earth," Julie said.

"In this way, each day and night becomes a celebration of life and of the many interlocking circles of spirit which make up our world. Some of you don't know the other guests here tonight, but know that you are all part of different circles that intersect here at this new place, in celebration of Eros, Gaia, and other concepts of love and sex, the most fundamental of human experiences," Steve added.

Julie completed the prepared speech. "Join us now in silent contemplation as the sun sinks and we move into that special time of day called twilight, a time of mystery and magic. May the blessings be." 

And with that, both Julie and Steve took off their pareos and turned to face the west, opening their palms and spreading their arms to catch the last rays of the dying day on their perfectly tanned and oiled skin. The guests who could easily disrobe did so, and the subs removed their loincloths, arching their bodies to offer their genitalia to the orange glow of the sunset. 

Everyone stood in silence with his or her own thoughts, though Randy and Scarlett shared their thoughts with each other with a joint rolling of the eyes at "this New Age shit" as Randy would call it later. However, as long as the gravy train continued to roll, they would worship a dried up cow turd if their sugar daddies and mommas said to.

Julie and Steve set the example, taking slow, deep breaths, humming quietly on the exhale and staring as the final orange ray slipped beneath the sea. The green flash, so well known at Key West but also visible and equally unexplainable in other places around the world, drew an audible gasp from the people on the patio, from hosts, to bartender, to guests. to slaves. 

Steve smiled warmly as he turned to Julie and took her in his arms. She draped her arms elegantly around his neck and molded her naked body to his as they shared a deep soul kiss. The guests again followed their lead, turning to kiss and fondle the nearest convenient person.

When Julie broke the kiss with Steve, he turned once again to the assembly, announcing, "And now, my friends, we will have a light dinner in the great room, where I will report on our initial financials. We have a special surprise to really kick off the evening's festivities after we eat. Please join us inside." 

Stepping off the wall, he offered a hand to Julie and admired the bounce of her perfect breasts. 'Only one set better on the planet,' he thought to himself as he drank in the shape of her nipples and let his hand settle on her right butt cheek as they led the way, their bodies pressed as tightly as walking would allow, to the huge mahogany table set next to a picture window, which commanded a magnificent view.

Chairs were already covered with towels of the finest Egyptian cotton as the men - most of them exhibiting what was once known as the "gallant reflex" - helped the various females take a seat, then took seats themselves. 

Jeff felt overdressed. Though he had removed his Mexican wedding shirt for the sunset ceremony, he was still in his long-legged peasant pants. Penny had pulled her lycra dress down to expose her tits, and now did away with it entirely, pushing it down around her ankles and flicking it with her foot toward a nearby sub before kissing her lover lightly on the lips as a thank you for holding her chair. The sub retrieved her garment and took it to a cloak room, where it would be carefully hung with Jeff's shirt and the other guests' clothing until they wanted it again. Jeff finally stepped out of his pants and tossed those to a sub, also. Everyone at the table was now nude except for their various jewelry and other body decorations.

Tent cards directed people to assigned seats in a traditional boy/girl pattern around the table. For the most part, spouses and companions were slightly separated from each other. 

Steve sat at the table's head, and Julie hosted the other end. 

Service began immediately with a delicious crab ceviche and Sauvignon Blanc chilled to crisp perfection. Conversation quickly picked back up when Julie, the consummate hostess, said, "Steve, I understand you couldn't keep your hands off yourself at the pool this morning, you cum slut!" 

"What he really wanted was a piece of that fine white ass in the pool!" said Herb.

"You guys know me too well," laughed Steve, and launched into telling the story to Jeff, who sat to his left. Penny was on his right, but she was being distracted by Randy, who made sure she saw all his jewelry, all while moving his hand aggressively up and down her thigh as he told her how he was going to use the scene Steve was describing in his next movie.

The banter went on like that through the soup. Hands wandered, eyes flashed, wine flowed, and the sense of anticipation built in the assemblage of people who were about to become lovers or renew old passions. The soup was replaced with the light main course, a Caesar salad tossed with grilled shrimp. At this time, Steve took the opportunity of the relative break in conversation caused by the table service to rap his knife against his wine glass and call for attention.

"I promised to tell you all about our financial picture. As you know, La Playa is a huge and somewhat risky investment," he said. "This island and first class infrastructure have not come cheap, and it is vital that we have a highly trained and competent staff to maintain our standards. We were lucky to find an island in this archipelago, where two senior cabinet ministers are swingers Herb and I met at Cap d'Agde.

"If we maintain good order, ensure we don't get surprised by underage guests or overrun with truly disturbed perverts – Randy we're making an exception for you this week only - the local constabulary will pretty much leave us alone." 

A chuckle rolled around the table as Penny scooted forward in her chair to allow Randy to insert a second finger in her rapidly loosening pussy. 

"Of course, we are also building local good will with large gifts to schools, churches, and health services, and we're paying excellent wages to the many locals on staff," Steve continued. "That said, none of us expect La Playa to become an overnight cash cow. While individual investments make up almost 60 percent of our capital, the remaining 40 percent represents a large debt with a considerable monthly cash outlay to service."

"Of course, we all agreed that we would forgo a high return on our investments in order to have a place to play that attracts a constant and ever-changing supply of like-minded folks," Herb interjected. There was a murmur of agreement around the table. 

Penny's faced was flushed as Randy inserted his third finger and thumbed her clit. Hands were actively rubbing tits, clits and cocks, either their own or their neighbor's, all around.

"In spite of all those caveats," Steve continued, "I'm happy to say we are already exceeding expectations. La Playa is booked solid, complete with deposits in the bank for the next two and a half years, with a six-month waiting list. We've already raised the price twice, with no let-up in the rate of reservations. Not only is this week a resounding success, even with the unusually high number of complimentary rooms we are providing, but we will be totally debt-free two years from today." 

This last statement paused the casual play at the table. Everyone there knew Steve had sunk a huge portion of his personal fortune into the resort in order to keep the debt load unusually low for this type of project, but the forty percent of total debt capital still represented many tens of millions of dollars. 

The prospectus and business plan had projected break-even at the ten year point. As the further implications of this news sank in, stunned silence was replaced with broad grins and a shout of joy.

Several of the people around the table realized that, even though their own investments were small compared to Steve's, they would be reaping huge rewards in the near future. Randy was already planning his break into legitimate films, and Herb would call his broker first thing in the morning to have him begin work on a significantly accelerated retirement strategy. 

Katherine's pussy was literally gushing, soaking her towel as her nipples distended to a full one inch each. The news that she could now travel the world constantly pursuing sex as an avocation versus a hobby had excited her beyond words, and she quickly looked to Cary, who was beaming at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. 

Steve was pleased with the effect of his announcement. For his part, he was already planning a trip to French Polynesia to begin the search for a Pacific island on which to build a sister resort.

"Now, if you will all join me on the veranda, we have champagne waiting for a celebratory toast and our surprise dessert will be served there," their host invited.

The veranda faced northeast, as opposed to the westward facing patio. Several buckets of chilled champagne were scattered about, with two subs already pouring flutes for the group. A full moon rose above a line of squalls several miles away. There were no artificial lights on, just a few tiki torches added their light to the moon's to illuminate the scene. Soft reggae music drifted up from the bar. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," Julie jumped in ahead of her boss, "I propose the first toast to Steve, who is both the brains and the passion behind this place. We owe our success 100% to him." 




La Playa Ch. 05



"Hear, hear," several people agreed as the group raised their glasses and drank. 

"My friends," Steve chimed in, "I want you all to know how pleased I am to be able to share this success with you, and how much I appreciate your confidence and faith. However, my toast is to the raison d'etre of La Playa: to sex!" 

"To sex!" the entire group parroted and drained their glasses. 

"Now, here comes dessert!" Julie said with glee as several burly waiters rounded the corner carrying two tables. Each table was topped with a nude body, one a gorgeous young blonde woman and the other an equally appealing mulatto male. 

As the tables were placed in the center of the veranda, the guests found that these two voluptuous bodies were decorated with desserts and toppings. The woman was covered with chocolate pastries, brownies, petit fours, whipped cream and various sauces. The man was decorated in a variety of sliced fruits. He sported an impressively erect nine inch cock, which was wrapped in pineapple slices. 

The guests "oohed" and "ahhed" appreciatively, but quickly noticed that there were no plates, serving, or eating utensils. 

"Tonight, we take 'a la carte' to a whole new dimension, folks," Julie said with a smile. "You don't have to bob for apples, but you can only use utensils covered with human skin. Can anyone else do this?" 

She lifted her leg like a ballerina, grabbed the top pineapple slice while rubbing the hard cock it surrounded between her toes, and deftly lifted it off to rest on the table edge. Then she calmly picked it up with her fingers and daintily took a bite, while her other hand squished into the chocolate sauce covering the man's left nipple. 

Steve provided a second example, first licking some raspberry sauce off the woman's right breast, then bending down to take a bite from the extra-long chocolate éclair which jutted from her pussy. 

There were giggles and guffaws. Everyone saw that this "dessert" was meant not so much as a capstone to a delicious repast, but to set the mood of playfulness for the rest of the evening. Everyone quickly got into the swing, and soon there were a dozen sticky bodies and faces covered in a variety of sweet flavors, licking not just the "desserts," but each other, as well. 

Suddenly Roxanne exclaimed, "Oh, look!" and pointed toward the east. 

The moon seemed to have grown several sizes, and was now a brilliant white shining down on the revelers. 

"La Bella Luna!" said Steve, quoting a line from one of his favorite movies. The sight had a mesmerizing effect, and the entire group drew together as they gazed to the east. 

With that, he grabbed Julie by the hand, ran to the edge of the veranda, and jumped... into the infinity pool built into the side of the hill, pulling Julie along. She was thrilled to know he'd chosen her as his first sex partner of the evening, something he normally reserved for an honored guest, and was already pressing her body against his, feeling his cock reach full erection against her belly as they rose above the surface. 

The other guests were following suit, simultaneously washing off the sweet stickiness of dessert and choosing partners to dull the knife-edge of lust that had been building all evening. 

As they moved to shallower water, Julie wrapped her legs around Steve's waist. He stopped for a moment, lifted his cock to her opening, and thrust forward. She let her head fall back, released her arms around his neck, and floated like a water nymph, moaning and cooing as this - perhaps the world's most experienced and knowledgeable lover - used the buoyancy of the water to direct his cock to the greatest advantage inside the sheath of her cunt. 

Steve moved not only his hips, but also used his arms to thrust Julie's entire body back and forth. Knowing that they both needed that initial release to settle into a night of unhurried lovemaking with ten like-minded hedonists, Steve steadily increased the pace as the moon highlighted the bronzed wetness of Julie's skin beneath him. 

She was contracting her cunt muscles with each thrust, truly milking the love philter from the pulsing appendage buried in her pussy, moaning louder and rolling her head from side to side, completely dependent upon her lover both to avoid drowning and for her pleasure, but trusting fully that he would fulfill her needs and protect her at the same time. 

Steve began to grunt almost musically with each thrust. He was focused on the motion and waves produced by the rocking of Julie's breasts in the water, oblivious to everything save his and his lover's pleasure. Fucking faster and harder, he struggled to keep the right grip and the proper angles to massage both the head of his dick and her G-spot as they thrashed in the water. 

"Yes!" was all Julie needed to say, as her longtime lover brought her to the brink. He knew exactly what to do, and with a special roll of his hips took her over the edge, releasing his own flood deep into her womb over and over again. 

Both lovers were yelling incoherently, and this set off a chorus of answering cries as other people reached similar climaxes. There would be time for subtle sexual games later. Right now, the entire group was enveloped in each others' carnal lust, releasing that lust to the heavens with moans, cries, and sighs. Julie's body was quivering. She had been surprised to feel the extremely intense spurt of Steve's cum on her cervix, and this thought had pushed her into a quick and powerful series of building orgasms, one, two, three... four, and then she felt truly, physically drained. 

Steve thrust one last time, and lifted the beautiful blond back into an upright position, with his cock still buried in her pussy and showing no signs of deflating, despite the intense orgasm he had just experienced. He kissed her long and hard, tongues fighting and hands roaming. Then pulling back, he dove for the tits he had watched bouncing in the water, and sucked greedily on each nipple. 

Steve felt her hand on the back of his head, caressing and expressing the deep affection she felt. He looked up and said, "Thank you, lover, your paycheck next week will include 10,000 private shares of our little company. You are now my business partner, my lover, and my friend. I hope the last stays the most important for both of us." 

Julie, normally an urbane and witty conversationalist, could only smile intensely as the tears rolled from her eyes. She leaned back in and kissed Steve saying, "Thanks, boss. You sure know how to make a girl happy! Let's find you one of these big dicks. I want to see you get what you deserve: a royal butt fucking!" 

With a laugh and a smile the pair stepped up out of the pool to the towel shelf and lovingly dried each other. 

The other couples and trios separated as they finished their post-orgasmic caresses and began to step out of the water as well. In addition to the towels on the shelf, there were a number of brushes and combs on a table, thoughtfully preparing for guests with wet heads to comb out their tangled strands. 

Herb and Roxanne bypassed the table, towing the submissive Sarah and Jonathan to the outdoor shower, and commanding them to clean their bodies and service their genitals. 

Cary was the first reveler to approach the towels, and Steve and Julie grabbed fresh linens and patted him down from both sides. 

"Hey, Cary," Julie said with a smirk, "want to be the first guy to fuck the richest ass on the island tonight?" 

Cary lit up like a kid at Christmas. "Sure," he said, "especially if you're part of the deal." 

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she replied. "Say, Jeff, I'm organizing a gang bang of Steve's ass. Want some?" 

"It'd be my pleasure. Do you think he might like to return the favor as well? My ass has been feeling pretty empty lately, if you don't count Penny's keeping it nice and loose with her strap-on." 

"If I know, Steve, I'm sure he'll be more than obliging. Just look at how nice he's being to Cary," replied Julie. 

Steve and Cary were in a passionate embrace, tongue kissing and fondling each other's cock. Katherine and Scarlett provided a distaff mirror image of the gay male embrace, with Katherine roughly squeezing and pinching Scarlett's heavily enhanced mammaries. 

Randy was being surprisingly polite to Penny for the type of horn-dog everyone knew he was, leaning down to carefully dry her pussy with a fluffy towel and blowing on her clit. Penny had worried at first that she had drawn the short straw among the women, and had hoped to hook up right away with Julie, but she was pleasantly surprised at what a considerate lover Randy had been so far.

"Okay, you two, let's take it to the playroom," Julie said as she broke up Steve and Cary, then grabbed Jeff by the dick to lead him toward the great room. 

Once inside, she wasted no time and dropped to her knees on one of the large futons, near a table stocked with lube. She took Jeff's luscious seven inches into her mouth right down to the root and sucked hard. 

Jeff's cock instantly ballooned to its hardest, and she grabbed the shaft and pumped it expertly. Cary and Steve walked up, and she gave Cary the same treatment while Steve grabbed a tube of lube and squirted a gob on Jeff's fingers saying in a low voice, "Get me ready," then dropped to his knees.

Jeff bent down, squeezed more lube directly onto Steve's rosebud, and slid a finger smoothly in to the second joint. This was an ass that was used to penetration, so Jeff immediately added a second finger and began a rotating motion. Steve's sphincter responded well, and he breathed deeply to relax himself into the bottom role. Jeff put a third finger into Steve's ass, and briefly wondered if this guy could take a fist, but didn't have time to add a fourth as Julie pulled Cary into position behind Steve after having sucked him to raging hardness. 

Jeff applied lube to Cary's cock, kissing him as he prepared that fine example of manhood to penetrate their friend. Cary returned the kiss hungrily and scooted forward as Julie, on his other side, guided his cock toward Steve's asshole. No further preliminaries were required. The smoothly rounded cock head slipped easily into Steve's ass, and then he flexed his muscles in a milking motion as he thrust his body back to suck Cary's entire cock into his bowels. Cary had the smallest cock present, but knew how to make up for lack of size with enthusiasm. Feeling the grasping muscles of Steve's rectum, Cary responded with a powerful thrust and began fucking Steve in earnest. 

Julie, meanwhile, maneuvered Jeff around in front of Steve to be serviced. Jeff lay on his back and scooted his hips forward so that his cock was directly beneath Steve's face, who had his eyes closed as he concentrated on milking Cary's cock. Steve leaned forward, intending to rest on his elbows, and was slapped in the cheek by Jeff's meaty seven inches. Steve opened his eyes, engulfed the gorgeous penis between his lips, and smiled around the cock up at Julie, who was now lowering her gushing pussy to Jeff's tongue. 

Though he was an experienced swinger who should have been jaded to such action, Cary was still boggled by the fact of his newfound wealth and had never been so expertly milked by a man's ass. He lost concentration, pounding feverishly into Steve's ass, which grabbed his cock like a vacuum on the backstroke and opened like a flower on the thrust. The whole thing was too much, and Cary cried out as his orgasm took him by surprise. His hips jerked uncontrollably, his pelvis slapping hard and loud against Steve's butt cheeks. 

Steve smiled again when he felt the pulsing in his rear as Cary deposited his seed. He wanted to express his appreciation to his guests and partners, and knew no better way than to bring them to sexual ecstasy. He was well in control, and was using his talented tongue to get Jeff incredibly hard, ready for round two of the fuckfest Julie was orchestrating. Julie, too, was pacing herself, enjoying the ministrations of Jeff's tongue, but controlling her reactions, letting the feelings in her pussy build slowly.

Cary, winded and drained, collapsed off Steve's back, rolled on his side while he caught his breath, then moved up to thank his host and lover with a kiss. Julie rose off Jeff's face and pulled him out from under Steve. Grabbing his raging hard-on she pulled Jeff around behind Steve, who rolled onto his back and wrapped his legs around Jeff's waist, pulling the lovely cock forward toward his man-cunt. Julie applied lube to Jeff's cock, then left in search of the next dick to split her boss's cheeks.

Jeff moved deliberately and smoothly, remembering how easily his fingers had penetrated this talented rectum. Steve arched his back, moving his legs higher around Jeff's torso and pulling him forward. Jeff's cock was literally a well-oiled tool, sliding easily up to the hilt in one of the hottest asses it had ever penetrated. Locking eyes, the two bisexual men began to moderately hump each other, enjoying the full seven inch traverse of Jeff's piston in and out of Steve's cylinder. Both men wanted this to last, and to build to complex orgasms. Jeff, whose hand was slick with lube, grasped Steve's cock and began a slow milking pump that echoed the action inside Steve's bowels. The two lovers leaned together and took turns sucking each other's nipples as they fucked.

Julie knew she owed Cary a fuck, but also knew it would take him a while to recover from Steve's talented ass. She was looking for Herb and Jonathan to come fuck Steve. The thought of Jonathan's nine-plus inches gave her a thrill, especially knowing the pleasure it would bring her lover. 

She was also looking forward to spending a lot of time with the girls and feeling some cock in her own ass, as the pressures of preparing for the opening had been intense and all the sex she had witnessed today - their first full day - had charged her libido fully. 

She found Herb out by the pool, alternately jerking the thongs attached to Jonathan and Sarah's nipple clamps, pulling first one and then the other forward to worship his cock. Meanwhile, Roxanne fucked Sarah with a strap-on and worked a butt plug in and out of Jonathan's willing ass. 

"Get him good and hard, subbies, his cock has a date with the boss's ass," Julie said, sliding up to Herb and pinching his nipple. 

"Roxanne, you and I and this female bitch can have fun teasing a boy toy while Herb and "Long Jon" here ream Steve." 

"Sounds like fun, sweetie," replied Roxanne. "Sarah here has a talented tongue, and I'd love to get a lip lock on you real soon." 

"Sounds yummy. Work Herb and Jonathan up to a lather, then come on in the den." As she spoke, Julie left Herb's side and bent to suckle Roxanne's hard nipple and swirl her tongue around the black woman's huge aureole. She gave Roxanne a playful nip, then moved on to make sure that Randy rounded out Steve's gangbang before he exhausted himself.

Jeff and Steve were keeping up their steady tempo, running hands across each other's smooth chest, pinching nipples, occasionally bending to suck and bite, and flexing a variety of muscles below the waist to bring their partner pleasure. Jeff was adept at making his cock pulse - pulling back with his urethral muscle like he was cutting the flow of a piss caused his cockhead to momentarily bulge. He would do this as he drew his seven-inch sex wand out past Steve's sphincter, separating the two with a "pop." 

For his part, Steve continued the milking maneuver that had done Cary in, clenching his sphincter as Jeff pushed forward to reenter his ass. Using his dominant position wisely, Jeff kept the tube of lube handy and renewed the slickness as required. 

They both loved this. Both men were extremely experienced bisexual swingers. They knew a good fuck when they got it, and were both determined to make this one last. Jeff continued pumping Steve's hard-on in his fist as they fucked in a slow rhythm, keeping his lover rock hard without sending him over the edge to orgasm.

Julie passed back through the room, giving Cary some reassuring hand signals and blowing him a kiss as she continued her hunt for Randy. Taking the stairs two at a time, she found Penny riding Randy in the middle of the upstairs hallway as they both looked into a bedroom. She placed her hand lightly on Penny's shoulder and peered around the door to see what the fucking couple was looking at. 

There on the edge of the bed she saw Katherine laying back with her knees pulled up to her chest as Scarlett's forearm disappeared into her pussy. Julie had fisted and been fisted, but had never seen a woman take as much as Katherine was taking. Her knees felt weak as she gazed at the studied concentration on Katherine's face and imagined what she was feeling. 

Mesmerized, Julie joined the fucking voyeurs on the hallway floor, leaned back against the wall, and shoved four fingers into her gaping cunt. This sight sent Penny over the edge into a series of sharp, short orgasms that made her arch her spine and buck her hips against Randy. 

Known for his staying power, Randy kept himself from cumming by reaching down and clamping his own balls in a hard fist. Julie flew into her own orgasm as the fingers of her right hand pumped her hole and her left thumb flicked her clit. 

"YESSSS!" cried out Katherine as Scarlett bent over and sucked her rock-hard clit roughly between clenched teeth. 

Scarlett, who considered herself a butch dyke despite her lipstick lesbian appearance (a façade which paid the bills for herself and her two live-in lovers) expertly expanded and contracted her fist deep inside Katherine's cunt, moving with great care and controlling her passion as she felt the slick vagina and cervix dilate further as Katherine came.

Randy, ever the opportunist, pushed Penny off and leered at Julie. "Hey doll, want to fuck?" he said with his typical lack of charm. 

The juxtaposition of the "me first" male attitude with the incredible scene of Scarlett slowly, gently removing her hand from Katherine's gaping cunt was enough to snap Julie back to reality. She took a manipulative tack with the porn producer. 

"Later for sure, you stud. Right now I'm trying to get every cock in the place to plow my boss in celebration. Interested?" 

"An ass is an ass, baby, where is the man of the hour?" replied Randy. 

"Come on downstairs," Julie instructed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him up. 

Penny, already dismounted, was in the bedroom, rubbing herself against Scarlett and begging to be fist fucked. 

"I'd love some of that too," Julie smiled at Scarlett and the other two girls. "But in the ass. Let's have a little all-girl fun after I get all the guys to fucking downstairs, okay?" 

"Sure, baby. I'm looking forward to what that tongue of yours can do to my pussy," replied Scarlett as she guided Penny to rest between Katherine's thighs. She'd pulled some pillows into a pile and was acting as a recliner for Penny, pulling Penny's head down against her breasts and stroking her hair. "You're going to love this. I've never felt anything like what this woman can do," she whispered into Penny's ear.

Herb and Jonathan were now on the futon next to Steve and Jeff. They were in a sixty-nine, sucking each other's balls and building up an edge to fuck Steve long and hard. Jonathan's huge dick was engorged and purple from the cock ring and ball stretcher he wore. Cary was sucking Steve's cock now as Jeff picked up the pace of fucking the best piece of man ass he'd ever had. 

Roxanne and Sarah were also in the room, with Sarah sucking the strap-on dildo Roxanne still wore around her waist. 

Julie pulled Cary off Steve and pushed him down flat, mounting him and guiding his half-hard cock into her cunt. At the same time she gestured for Randy to come forward, and sucked his cock down her throat. Steve, seeing that Julie had assembled the second shift and wanting to experience every dick to the fullest, responded to Jeff's increased pace with moans and hip thrusts intended to have both a psychological and physical effect on his lover of the moment. It was a good strategy, and Jeff abandoned himself to the rising heat and tightness in his scrotum. 




La Playa Ch. 05



Most encounters at orgies didn't last as long as this fuck, and it was easy for Jeff to let go. He came with a groan and a shudder, feeling the additional wetness inside Steve's rectum as Steve continued to milk his rod. Jeff shuddered four times, savoring the feeling but keeping his wits about him enough to put a tight grip around the base of Steve's cock to ensure he didn't cum, too. He knew Steve needed to last a while yet, and wondered what it would feel like to be split by Jonathan's big, thick tool. He envied Steve for a moment and hoped he'd get a chance to find out before the night ended.

"Need a rest, hon, or are you ready for Randy-stud here to pump your ass?" Julie asked, winking at Steve and instantly communicating the need to move the less-than-diplomatic pornographer through the line quickly. 

"Well, Herb and Jonathan got here first, but they look like they can hang on while Randy gets his jollies," replied Steve. "Come here, Randy-stud, and pump my man pussy!"

Randy, now fully hard and primed by Julie's expert mouth and tongue, puffed up like a penguin and shuffled over to Steve, who was in the doggy position. Ever considerate, Jeff lubed Steve's hole again and was reaching for Randy's cock as Randy pushed his hand away. 

"That's okay. Thanks guy, he's wet enough," said Randy, unconcerned about the sensitivity of Steve's rectal tissues. 

Fortunately for Steve, his ass was already extremely slick, thanks to the way Jeff had liberally used the lube during their session. As well, Randy's dick wasn't nearly as thick as Jeff's, so his sphincter easily accommodated the new invasion. 

Julie focused back in on Cary, who was playing with her tits like a kid in a candy shop and grinning from ear to ear. He'd met Julie months ago during a pre-opening promotional tour, and had immediately fallen head over heels in lust. He was going to enjoy their little romp to the fullest, and hoped that Katherine was enjoying herself. He had seen her going upstairs with Scarlett a while back.

Randy was among the most sexually seasoned swingers at the party. He was self-centered and crude, but his experience made him a capable lover nonetheless. He had known Steve for years. They did business together and often crossed paths at various conventions and parties. Even so, they had never fucked, primarily because Randy was only situationally bi and also didn't physically turn Steve on. As a result, Randy was completely unprepared for Steve's almost psychic ability to read a lover and elicit a response. 

Steve was counting on this, because while the slut inside him responded well to the thought of a gangbang, the hairy, flabby, Ron Jeremy physical type was a turnoff for him. Therefore, he applied a corollary of the Don Corleone axiom: "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." In this case: "Fuck good-looking people well, and bad-looking people fast." 

He began an abdominal undulation, not just passively waiting for Randy to fuck him then milk his cock, but practically creating a rectal suction, pulling Randy's cock in, clamping down on it, and sliding it smoothly out. The effect was one Randy had only felt a couple of times before when fucking professionals in Paris. It was like a whole series of mini-fucks each time he thrust forward or pulled back, and it caught him by surprise. 

Steve began to emit a stream of profanity: "Fuck me harder! Goddamn, your cock feels good..." that appealed to Randy's vanity, and Julie put the nail in the coffin when she reached over from her perch atop Cary and shoved a finger up Randy's chute. He popped like the Texas high school football hero on his first trip to Matamoros. 

"Unngh, oh shit," he muttered as his cock exploded after only a couple of minutes of fucking. 

He was embarrassed by his lack of staying power, but amazed that a man's ass had drawn such a response from him. This caused instant confusion as his macho ego asked, "Am I turning gay?" but Steve was prepared for this as well. 

"Thanks man, that was super. Makes me envious of all those women you have all the time." 

This compliment and reference to his virility reassured Randy and he put on a good face, saying, "Got 'em waitin' in line! Just wanted to say I'm happy to be a part of this place. Keep up the great work!"

Steve looked over at Herb who had a mouth full of Jonathan's sausage but was still keeping up with events and rolled his eyes. Herb grinned as he let Jonathan's dick fall out of his mouth and rose up. 

Steve moved toward them eagerly. "Come on guys, let's really get it on." 

He replaced Herb atop Jonathan, engulfing the sub's rock hard cock with his mouth and lowering his own genitals toward Jonathan's tongue while Herb reached for a tube and lubed up. Steve roughly pulled on the leather thong between Jonathan's nipple clamps as he felt Herb glide smoothly into his ass. 

This was perhaps the cock most familiar with Steve's ass, and Herb knew how to angle his hips to massage Steve's prostate just right. Jonathan was working hard on Steve, alternately sucking and licking as Herb's thrusts forced Steve's hips forward and shoved his cock down Jonathan's throat. Steve meanwhile was worshiping Jonathan's huge cock, laving his smoothly shaved shaft and balls with his tongue, and occasionally gripping the ball stretcher with his teeth and giving a tug. 

Julie still rode Cary, but now also had Randy's meat down her throat as Roxanne sawed the strap-on in and out of Sarah's pussy in the doggy position. 

Katherine, Scarlett, and Penny came down the stairs, the two fisting victims moving a little gingerly, but all three drinking in the beautiful sights before them. Scarlett moved directly over to Julie and began sucking her breasts. 

Cary, who had hoped to get a piece of Scarlett, immediately moved one hand from Julie's chest to Scarlett's pussy. 

Katherine joined Roxanne and Sarah, caressing and nibbling on both women as opportunity allowed, and Penny began running her hands and tits over every inch of skin she could access on the threesome of men in the center of the room.

Herb knew that his friend would want to feel Jonathan's big member in his ass, and wanted to save himself for more action later, so with a few more well aimed thrusts along Steve's prostate he pulled out, cleaned up, and tackled Penny for a good straight fuck. 

Steve immediately sat up, swung around, and lowered his now slick ass down Jonathan's tool. He moved slowly, savoring the stretch and fullness of this fine piece of meat and smiled at Julie, who was now receiving Cary's next load. She smiled back and blew him a kiss, then smiled at Scarlett and gestured toward the table holding the latex gloves and lube. 

Randy moved over and fed his rod down Penny's throat as she spasmed around Roxanne's latex cock.

Julie dismounted Cary and draped herself over several large pillows right next to Steve and Jonathan. She pulled her own legs over her head, exposing both her gaping pussy and rosebud to Scarlett, who moved into position. This was to be both an exhibition to enhance Steve's pleasure and a great experience for Julie, who had only been anally fisted once before. 

Steve began pumping himself up and down Jonathan's shaft and watched intently as Scarlett expertly lubed both her subject's opening and her latex-covered hand, being sure to get plenty of lube in between the fingers and an extra dollop on the palm. 

Noticing Katherine moving across the room, Julie said, "Hey babe, be a doll and hand me a vibe off the table?" 

"Sure, beauty, here you go. I've got to hurry off to the powder room, but I'll come right back. Can't wait to see you take her dreamy hand," replied Katherine as she detoured to a table and passed a gel-covered vibrator to the petite woman on the floor.

Steve began to undulate above Jonathan, who was using both hands to pump his lover's cock, taking advantage of the lube Scarlett had placed at his side to create a slippery double fist. Steve extended his stroke up and down the huge, pulsing man meat in his ass and reached up to lick both his middle fingers and apply them to his own nipples. Jonathan removed his nipple clamps and followed suit with one hand on his own distended and somewhat sore buds.

Scarlett began slowly, using the flats of two fingers to gently massage Julie's asshole in a circular motion. She ran her other hand across Julie's belly, careful to stay out of the way as Julie massaged her own pussy with the vibe on its lowest setting. The two beauties locked eyes as their psyches synched together. Julie relaxed into deep breathing, her eyes lost focus but remained open, gazing deep into Scarlett's, and Scarlett slipped two fingers into Julie's ass. Both women were focused in mind, body, and spirit on the extreme sexual act they were sharing. When Scarlett felt Julie's sphincter relax, she pumped and twisted her fingers into and around the muscle, then added a third finger.

Herb was pounding Sarah hard. He had enjoyed fucking Steve and could have let himself go, but enjoyed watching Steve's expressions as Jonathan's cock pumped deep into his chute. Herb was essentially using Sarah as a love doll, which was exactly the kind of sex the submissive woman loved the most. 

Katherine came back into the room and grabbed Jeff, who was sipping a drink and watching the action on the couch while slowly stroking himself, keeping his cock semi-hard and his fire stoked. Katherine turned so she could see the room and straddled him on the couch, sinking her cunt down onto his rapidly solidifying organ. 

Randy was still face fucking Penny, while Cary ate her out. Roxanne was at a table, cleaning and removing the strap-on to make her cunt available for a real cock. Jonathan was not just imitating Steve in playing with his own nipples. He also began to undulate his hips and move his fist up and down Steve's organ in a milking motion. 

Steve groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. He truly loved sex of all kinds with all kinds of people, but right at this moment he loved cock the most, and was topping off an hour - where he had been fucked by five of the finest cocksmen on the island - with this superb organ in his ass. He felt his orgasm building and was very happy he'd had the early cum with Julie in the pool. 

Rolling his head back down and opening his eyes he almost immediately lost his load as he watched Scarlett's hand, now with all five fingers cupped into a point, press forward into Julie.

Julie continued her deep breathing and bore down with her rectal muscle. She had turned the vibrator up high and was holding it directly against her clit. In her mind's eye her pussy and her ass were the same, joining and blossoming open to accept the talented Scarlett's fist. She looked to her right and regained her focus to see Steve staring at her. The mixed look of physical pleasure and lust on his face inspired her, and Scarlett's hand was literally sucked past the sphincter and into her rectum. A quick, intense orgasm swept across Julie's body. Scarlett held back, keeping her fingers tightly clenched and letting Julie recover and adjust. 

Ten seconds, twenty, forty-five she kept her hand perfectly still, while her other hand continued to caress her lover's belly. Then she felt Julie's hips move slightly, the women's eyes met once again and they began to work together to fuck Julie's ass.

Roxanne slapped Cary on the butt saying, "Roll over, white boy," and dropped down to suck his cock hard preliminary to fucking. 

Herb was slap fucking Sarah, who was now moaning and shaking her head from side to side as multiple orgasms took her. Herb was holding the leather of Sarah's nipple clamps like the bridle of a horse, and let out a "Yee haw!" as he plunged into her pussy.  

Jeff had his hands on Katherine's tits, holding her up as she bounced up and down on his cock. Penny replaced Cary's tongue with her own fingers as she kept her throat open for Randy to fuck. She tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and knew that he wouldn't last much longer. The energy in the room was building to a fever, and this was just the first major session of the night. 

Steve picked up his pace. He often neared orgasm just from playing with his nipples, and he believed that tonight he could orgasm just from nipple and ass play, but that was a moot point as his cock slid back and forth in the tunnel of Jonathan's hand. For his part, Jonathan was nearing delirium. As a sub, he was used to being the one who serviced his lover. But this experience had his head spinning. Even though it was his cock plunging in and out of Steve's ass, he truly felt that Steve was topping him, using him for pleasure even as the pressure built in his own balls. Both men were beyond coherent thought. The heads between their legs were doing all the thinking now, and were focused on nothing but cum.

Scarlett pumped steadily back and forth inside Julie, expanding her fingers on the out stroke and balling them into a fist on the way in. This was why Scarlett considered herself a dyke. The feeling of power she felt as she fucked a woman was indescribable. 

Julie had never felt so full as she was now, pumping the vibrator, running at its highest setting, deep into her cunt with one hand as the other diddled her clit. She loved the hand in her ass, and was moving toward a truly explosive orgasm.

Randy came. He grunted and thrust deep into Penny's mouth. Penny had her hand at the base of Randy's shaft to keep him from losing control entirely and gagging her. As warm fluid jetted to the back of her throat, her own fingers brought her off with a fabulous orgasm as she moaned and sucked hard on Randy's cock. 

Herb came. Sarah was covered in sweat as she screamed her multi-orgasmic delight, and Herb withdrew from her cunt and added his sperm to the wetness on her belly with a bellow and a final tug on her nipple clamps, causing one of them to come off and pinch her, which simply instigated yet a final orgasm in the exhausted woman. 

Katherine came. Her cunt muscles fluttered and gripped Jeff's superb cock as he pinched her nipples and she squirted several ounces of fluid across the carpet. Jeff held back, knowing he would need every ounce of sperm to keep up with this group of hedonists for the rest of the evening. 

Roxanne came. More from her own masturbation than from Cary's prowess, but she came nonetheless as she heard the familiar sounds of her partner's orgasm across the room. Cary, caught by the quick intensity of Roxanne's cum, surprised himself by cumming a third time in just over an hour, jetting a small load of cum deep into Roxanne's womb.

Steve came. He felt the orgasm begin in his ass with a series of involuntary contractions which migrated forward to his balls. His balls contracted up into his scrotum and acted like dual triggers, releasing a flood of cum up his shaft, spurting it all over Jonathan's chest and face. He twisted his nipples and let out a yell as his whole body tensed and flexed while ejecting six massive ropes of cum. 

Jonathan came. He felt intense heat in Steve's ass and the writhing body above him sent him over the edge, jerking his hips off the futon and up into the depths of Steve's bowels. His sperm jetted deep into Steve's gut and he felt the "little death" as he nearly passed out from hyperventilation.

Julie came. It was unlike any orgasm she had ever felt. It began at her G-spot where she had the vibrator planted and radiated out across her form. Her clit felt like it was shooting electric sparks, and her rectum responded with convulsions around the fist near the top of her colon. She screamed and bucked against Scarlett's hand, her nipples fully distended and a flood of fluid soaked her cunt and Scarlett's arm. 

Then she passed out. 

Scarlett came. Without a finger or tongue on her clit, no cock in her cunt, with no stimulation except the incredible sexual energy erupting in the room around her, a quick, sharp orgasm swept over her. She cried out with both physical pleasure and spiritual pride as she experienced both her own and her lover's spasms. 

She quickly recovered when she realized Julie was unconscious. Contracting her fingers tightly she held her hand in Julie's ass perfectly still as Julie's body twitched and shook, her eyelids fluttering involuntarily. Concerned, Scarlett grabbed the vibrator and withdrew it from Julie's cunt, then began to slowly remove her fist from the woman's rectum. As the knuckles passed the sphincter Julie gave another mewling cry and woke up, panting for breath and still shaking. Immensely relieved, Scarlett moved up quickly to pet and calm Julie, reassuring her as she regained orientation.

Steve was already up and moving. Despite the intensity of his orgasm he recognized Julie's unconsciousness immediately and moved to get a towel and a glass of water. The room was filled with moans and groans. Jonathan was nearly in shock as he felt one last spasm of cum spurt out. 

Steve hurried over to Julie and Scarlett, poured a little water on the towel and mopped Julie's forehead as Scarlett continued to soothe her. Then he and Scarlett helped her sit up and take a sip of water. 

"Wow! That was incredible!" Julie grinned as she caught her breath, to the great relief of both Scarlett and Steve, and drawing a round of applause from the hedonists around the room.

Kisses, hugs and caresses were exchanged all around the room as the players recovered. The extremely well-trained subs who acted as hospitality staff materialized from the corners of the room with damp towels, both cool and warm, and began cleaning the guests and taking drink orders. 

The bartender moved off her stool and cranked the music back up a notch or two, and turned on the ceiling fans overhead. Pairings separated and re-formed around partners, and the group moved toward the buffet or the bar, grinning and sharing tales. 

"Did you see that?" 

"How was he?" 

"Could you believe how hard Julie came?" were snippets of the conversation as the group went into full recovery mode. 

Jokes were told. Secret smiles exchanged. And the whole seductive process began anew. It would continue well into the night and be relived next morning. Daisy chains, whips and chains, straight sex, queer sex, and twisted sex would be enjoyed by all. They were healthy. They were wealthy. They were in love (at least with sex.) And they were at La Playa. The future was an ocean of possibilities.



La Playa Ch. 06



Edited by Sussurrus

Tuesday Morning at the Spa

Tuesday morning dawned with the broken, puffy clouds typical of a summer day in the Caribbean. A few couples and small groups still slept or stumbled groggily back toward their rooms from where they'd collapsed the night before. Some people, sticky with cum, oil, or other fluids, took advantage of the showers by the pool, while others stopped at the patio restaurant for a Bloody Mary and breakfast. As the refugees from the previous night's revels sorted themselves out, other guests who had not made such a late night of it headed for sunrise strolls or runs along the beach. 

John and Carolyn were joined by Lisa and David in a leisurely jog, Lisa having finally been convinced that it was unlikely she would have another encounter with their host such as she'd had the day before. Therefore, the quartet - dressed only in running shoes and socks - ran slowly past the pool and down onto the beach.

The usual maintenance, cleaning, and prep work proceeded on course as the staff prepared the resort for its second full day of operation. The use of vacuums, power tools, and other noisy machines was strictly forbidden before 10:00 AM, but that left plenty of other work before then. A group of Dungeon staff, led by Mistress Claudia, was making an early start of preparing the ballroom for that night's BDSM 101 class. They rolled cartloads of leather, metal and plastic implements and toys from the dungeon toward the catering section of the hotel.

Breakfast was busy both poolside and indoors. Guests and staff were easing into a routine already. Casual sex took place side by side with lap swimming, yoga, sailing classes, and all the other traditional pursuits of a tropical resort. Fishing expeditions were also fitting out, and the large catamaran was boarding a full load of 20 passengers for the six-hour Sex Cruise: an opportunity to make love on the high seas. There was even a Mile-High Special with an airplane specially fitted for up to four people to fuck, while taking a two-hour aerial tour of neighboring islands. Four flights a day were booked solid for the week. The barge plied busily back and forth from the beach to the Isle of Eros, and a few clothed groups could be seen in the lobby, hiring taxis and mini-mokes for shopping and sightseeing expeditions around the main island. One couple, called home early by an emergency, were sadly checking out as the concierge staff arranged for their air transportation back to Peoria. 

Melinda and Bill arrived at the reception desk of the Spa around 9:30 AM. Since their poolside epiphany watching Steve take on Lisa and David the previous morning, they were less shy about the nudity and sex that surrounded them. However, they were still dressed conservatively in shorts and T-shirts. Julie, concerned about how well they were fitting in and if the guest screening process needed adjustment, had bought them a round of drinks and asked them bluntly about their swinging experience and sexual preferences. They earnestly assured her that they were enjoying themselves and that they planned to participate in many of the resort's activities. They convinced her they had met a couple and had a play date that evening. Tentatively reassured, Julie suggested they try the Spa the next day, so here they were. What they didn't know is that Julie had put the word out to the staff to test these guests and report back to her.

"Good morning!" Carmen, the Spa receptionist greeted enthusiastically. She was a cheerful, sexy Hispanic woman dressed in the staff uniform of shorts, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. 

"Welcome to the Spa. I'm Carmen. May I show you the Spa menu or did you get a chance to review it on the closed-circuit TV channel in your room?" 

Melinda smiled and answered, "Buenas tardes, senorita. We're in room 315. We'd like the Couples Relaxation Package, por favor." Melinda had read the travel books extensively, and was following their advice about making the effort to speak the native language. 

"Como no, senora, that package includes cleansing in a Japanese-style bath, a sauna, and a massage for two. By your armbands I assume you would like the heterosexual service, no?" Bill and Melinda each wore two blue armbands. 

"Yes, er... si, gracias," answered Melinda. 

Bill thought all the Spanish was a bunch of nonsense, but was looking forward to getting a massage from a beautiful Hispanic girl, fucking his wife, and maybe even hooking up with another couple. Melinda knew her husband well. She knew she would have to fuck him later in some uncomfortable position, and was determined to enjoy the feel of some young, virile masseur's hands pampering her before that happened. 

"I know just the staff members for you," said Carmen. "Rick and Debbie are a married team, both expert massage therapists who can guide you through the entire service. If you'll just have a seat I will call them up."

Bill and Melinda sat down on a couch along the wall opposite Carmen's desk. The desk was a modernist design made of aluminum pipe and wood, and afforded Bill an excellent view of Carmen's shapely legs. Carmen made a call, and in a few moments an absolutely stunning couple, dressed in lab coats, entered the reception area. 

"Debbie, Rick, this is Bill and Melinda from Room 315," she emphasized the room number and passed Debbie a note to remind her about Julie's instructions for this couple. "Please guide them through Couples Relaxation." 

"With the greatest pleasure!" answered Rick, flashing a movie star smile from a deeply tanned face, topped with bleached blonde hair. He actually bowed to Melinda and stretched out his hand to help her up. 

"Welcome to La Playa," added Debbie, smiling at Bill, also from a perfectly tanned face. She flashed the note at Rick, who nodded understanding, and they led their charges back to the changing area.

As Bill and Melinda were led to the back, Carmen was delighted to see Joan and Peter enter the reception area. The entire staff knew these two guests, as they were newlyweds on their honeymoon. Carmen knew they were already enjoying themselves, as they had shared a standing fuck surrounded by all the guests and staff during the welcome reception. Not many people had noticed, since the Activities and Dungeon staffs had joined the resort owner that evening in putting on a fantastic sex show for their guests, but the word had gone around quickly that, despite their youth, these two were going to get their money's worth out of this week. She was also pleased to see them both wearing the one blue/one pink armband combination denoting bisexual curiosity. She would love to jump in the Roman Bath with this hot young woman, and immediately began figuring on her morning break. Joan and Peter were dressed in matching thongs, and gauze shirts.

"Hi," Peter said. "We're Joan and Peter, room 212. We'd like the Same Sex Special, please." 

"Good morning and welcome," replied Carmen. "The 'Special' includes colonic enemas, douche, hot oil massage, and sudsy body bath, with masturbatory orgasm possible at the discretion of the attendant, who will be of the same gender as the guest. Do you want the service individually or as a couple?" 

"As a couple, please," answered Joan, with a slight flush. "And we'd like to have attendants who would be willing to masturbate us, if any are available," she added, flushing full red. 

"Of course, I'm sure that won't be a problem at all. In fact, I think I can offer you your choice of staff. Would you step over to this monitor, please?" Carmen led the newlyweds to a large, flat screen TV mounted on a wall, with a keyboard on a stand next to it. Another couple came in the door as she began accessing the staff directory. 

"Welcome to the Spa, I'll be with you in just a few moments," she said to the new couple with a smile. They took a seat on the couch and watched the selection process with interest.

"I think either Andrea or Margo would be ideal for you," Carmen said to Joan. "Both are highly skilled at a variety of tissue and erotic massages, and they truly know how to please a girl." 

The screen split into two parts, displaying multiple pictures of each female staff member, with their names at the top of the screen. Andrea was a nicely proportioned blonde who looked like she was a runner, and Margo a taller brunette with D-cup tits and shoulders that spoke of hours in the gym. 

Joan, reddening even further because of the other guests in the room but gathering her courage, said "I think I'll try Margo." 

"An excellent choice," Carmen said as she used the keyboard to send a notification back to the staff ready room. 

"And for you sir," she said, turning to Peter," I think you'll be most pleased by either Mark or Steven." 

She typed in more commands and the screen was filled with two hunks. Mark was of obvious Latin descent, with dark curly hair, bulging abs and a fat cock, while Steven looked Scandinavian, with fair hair and freckled skin over a slender figure with a long, slim penis. 

Peter actually found himself licking his lips as he said, "Steven, definitely Steven." 

Joan squeezed his hand, because the man on the right side of the TV screen was the exact physical type they had described in their personal ads on several bisexual and swinger websites.

Joan and Peter had been married four days. She was 27, he was 24, and they had dated and lived together for two years before deciding to tie the knot. She had made some good money doing one of those "nude girls live on the web" sites with two girlfriends during grad school, and had been introduced to Sapphic love in that setting. He had actually masturbated to her site, but had not joined the legion of men sending her both disgusting and sweet emails. They attended grad school at the same university, and had met at a mixer for the Sailing Club. He, of course, had recognized her instantly, and thought she would be unobtainable, but their eyes met in one of those rare, truly electric moments between individuals, and to their great credit they had not let the moment pass. 

He was surprised to learn that, even though she displayed her body and made love to her roommates on a web cam, she was actually a shy, intelligent girl. Inspired by the many lies and half-truths aimed at men on adult sites, he thought of himself as a metrosexual, and had kissed and made out with men in some of the college bars in town. As they talked and began to share more intimate knowledge, they both realized that their view of the world was a little rosy. They shared a couple of threesomes, both MFF and MMF, in which he had lost his anal cherry and she let go of a few of her own inhibitions. 

When they decided to get married, they also decided that they would move to New York and develop a hip, urban lifestyle. This included developing themselves sexually, and they had booked their honeymoon to La Playa, thinking of the trip as immersion training in swinging.

Margo and Steven came to the front and were introduced to Joan and Peter. Peter blushed profusely as his cock hardened at the sight of Steven in the flesh, stretching his thong out in front of him. Margo took Joan's hand, put her at ease with a knowing, frank look, and launched into a steady stream of girl talk about the wedding as she led the group toward the changing area. 

Meanwhile, Carmen had gone to meet her next customers, Len and Judy. She was a fiery looking short redhead with curves that were just short of rubenesque. Dressed in a mesh serape and a G-string, Judy looked hungrily at Carmen as she approached. He was a distinguished, slightly overweight businessman type with salt and pepper hair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Speedo. They ordered the same basic services Bill and Melinda had selected, but wanted individualized treatment until they met later in the Roman Baths. 

Carmen took them through the attendant selection process, with Len selecting Stephanie and Judy picking Ron. Stephanie was a statuesque brunette whose physique resembled some of the female wrestlers on TV, while Ron was a guy-next-door construction worker type with strong looking arms and hands. They came to the front, met Len and Judy, and led them to the back of the Spa.

In the changing room, Debbie and Rick passed Bill and Melinda terry cloth robes, towels, and bath slippers. All public restroom areas at the Resort were unisex, so Bill and Melinda chose adjoining lockers, slipped out of their clothes, and into the robes. From here, Debbie and Rick led them into the Japanese Baths. 

This was a low-ceilinged room with several of the free-standing square bathtubs commonly used at Japanese hot springs. Each tub was about three feet deep, and filled with very hot water. Next to each tub was a small wooden deck that held a low wooden stool and a wooden bucket and ladle, with a stainless steel hose topped with a showerhead hanging on a tall rod. A collection of brushes and natural sponges, soaps, oils, and shampoos were located on a small shelf.

Debbie took Bill's hand and led him to a tub. She helped him out of his robe and hung it on a hook, then surprised him by shedding her lab coat to a reveal a gorgeously tanned body and perfect 38C breasts. His cock sprang to attention faster than it had in fifteen years, but deflated somewhat when he saw an already nude Rick helping Melinda out of her robe with lots of care and touching. 

Bill saw that Rick sported a very healthy looking uncut cock and washboard abs. He knew he needed to get over it, but still felt a pang of jealousy as he saw how intently his wife was watching this young stud's ass as he hung her robe. Debbie recognized the play of emotions on Bill's face and body, and decided that a little ego stroking was in order. 

"Ooh, is that for me?" she asked, reaching out and lightly caressing Bill's half-hard cock. 

Bill's head snapped around and he found himself face-to-face with a beautiful, mature, self-assured woman who smiled at him and lewdly licked her lips. He had expected a native hooker like he had known in Thailand and the Philippines, but this woman was the complete opposite of that. 

"We'll have to see how this tiger purrs later on, won't we?" she asked with a twitch of her hips. 

Any thoughts of wife, fidelity, jealousy, or self-restraint were dumped as Bill's small brain took over all higher functions and he reached for Debbie. A very experienced sex surrogate, Debbie had been expecting this reaction and easily deflected his advance by pulling down sharply on his cock and directing Bill to take a seat on the stool. 

"Let's just take our time and focus on you, shall we?" she said, dipping water from the bucket with the wooden ladle and pouring it over his shoulders. She proceeded to wet all his skin in the same fashion, preparing him for a sudsing.

Meanwhile Melinda was in heaven, forcing herself to forget Bill and place herself in this gorgeous younger man's hands. Rick was an expert who quickly had her covered with jasmine-scented suds and was using a horsehair brush to bring her skin alive. After a vigorous scrubbing he rinsed her with the hose, then applied a jasmine scented oil with a natural sponge, being careful not to over-stimulate either her nipples or clit, but making her intensely aware of her erogenous zones. Her eyes were closed, and she felt any cares she had melting away. 

Rick whispered in her ear, "Now, my beauty, we're going to carefully immerse you in this tub. Notice the steps at this end," he helped her rise and step up to the side of the tub. 

"You step in very slowly, sitting on the edge for a while, then moving down one step at a time until your body adjusts to the temperature. This is very hot water, but it will not scald you, and I'll be here the whole time to help." 

He held her hand as she stepped down to the first step. At first she felt nothing, but then as she bent to sit and moved her feet she felt the intense heat of the water. Steam rose from the surface, and Rick scented that steam with more jasmine oil, directing her to breath deeply. As she sat, he ran his hands lightly up and down her back and arms, stopping to occasionally knead her shoulders and check that she was adjusting to the water. 

"Move at your own pace. We have all day," he said in a low, sultry voice. 

She smiled at Rick, and a hunger greater than any she had ever known lit a fire in her eyes. She wanted this man more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She knew she could not fully have him, for unlike Bill, she remembered that Spa staff were only allowed to masturbate guests. However, she decided she would live her fantasies to their fullest extent today, and if Bill couldn't handle it, it was better to know now than later.

The Spa was a sprawling complex built lengthwise along one contour of the hill that framed La Playa. Most of the bath and massage rooms faced out over the beach and lagoon. Many were actually outdoors, while the more intense spa treatment facilities, such as the enema rooms and other more medically oriented treatments were in rooms built deeper into the side of the hill, with no windows. 

Dug even deeper into the hillside were the many rooms, passageways, and public spaces of the Dungeon. While both the Dungeon and the Spa had only one access point, large double doors could be opened between one of the Dungeon public areas and the Roman Baths of the Spa. As well, each had an independent access point into the Caves and a water slide communicating with the River. 

Margo and Steven led Joan and Peter, now dressed in robes, into the colonic treatment room. The guests had been given slippers with non-slip rubber soles, and Margo and Steven had donned nurse's shoes for safety. The room was filled with stainless steel equipment, including four treatment chairs with stirrups like in a gynecologist's office and two treatment tables. Both the chairs and the tables included vinyl covered pads for comfort that could be easily removed for cleaning. Joan and Peter were asked to disrobe and take their places in two of the chairs. Margo and Steven remained in their lab coats, and went to a cupboard where they put on rubber surgical gloves.

"The goal of the Same Sex Special is to help prepare the guest both physically and spiritually to appreciate same-gender sex," explained Margo as she and Steven moved about preparing the opening procedure. "To do this we cleanse you as completely as possible, both inside and out, and provide you with maximum same-sex stimulation throughout the day. Steven and I are thrilled to be a part of your sexual exploration, especially so early in your marriage, and want to do all we can to provide you with maximum pleasure today." 

"Of course, you are aware of the limitations placed on Spa staff behavior. I can't let you fuck me no matter how nice I think your cock is," Steven said to Peter. "However, both Margo and I want you to know that we welcome your touches, kisses, and any other contact you wish to initiate."

Joan and Peter's chairs were swiveled so that they faced each other at an angle. This way the two young lovers could be voyeurs to each other's treatment while enjoying the physical feelings of the enema. 

"The colonic enema takes a while to complete. You'll feel some discomfort in the forms of fullness, some minor cramping, and an urgent need to expel the water at various times during the treatment," Steven explained as he and Margo raised Joan and Peter's feet into the stirrups and reclined the chairs to the proper positions. 

"Notice that Steven said some discomfort, but you must tell us immediately if you feel sharp pains," added Margo. "The treatment is intended to cleanse you, not hurt you. We want you to resist the urge to expel, but please don't be embarrassed by any leakage that might occur. You will actually be helped to expel a few times during the process, and of course we will all take showers after the treatment is complete. Any questions?" 




La Playa Ch. 06



The two professionals had been making more and more contact with their charges as they spoke. Touching arms, massaging bellies, caressing thighs established a connection and trust while reassuring Peter and Joan of their gentleness. Peter smiled over at Joan, who was having her breasts lightly massaged by Margo, and blew her a kiss. 

His attention snapped back to Steven when he heard: "I'm just going to lube you up now." The good-looking blond man then began massaging gel - warmed between his hands - into Peter's pudendum and down toward his asshole. Steven used lots of lube, just as Margo began doing to Joan. The slickness combined with the knowing hands of the two professionals sent thrills up the newlyweds' spines.

Stephanie and Ron separated Len and Judy as they led them from the changing area. They led them to opposite sides of the Japanese baths, with Melinda and Bill interposed between them. They were treated to the same cleansing as Bill and Melinda, but got in the baths much quicker, as they had traveled in the Far East and were accustomed to the protocol. Stephanie surprised Len when she joined him in the tub. He reached for her and she moved closer, running her hands up and down his inner thighs as he massaged her tits. Ron had made a similar move with Judy, only he had entered the tub behind her, and had her wrapped in his arms as he massaged her plump breasts and pinched her nipples. 

Bill and Melinda, finally accustomed fully to the temperature, were also joined by their attendants in the steaming water. Melinda thrilled to the feel of Rick's strong arms encircling her, and Bill's cock hardened yet again as the beautiful Debbie now offered him free access to her firm tits. The pairings stayed in the water for another five minutes, then all four tubs were vacated nearly simultaneously. While the water was not a scalding temperature, it was high enough to be of concern, especially with older or out of shape guests, so the attendants limited the total exposure time. 

During this time two more tubs were put to use by other guests and their attendants. The spa was rapidly filling to full capacity.

By this time Margo and Steven were deeply, both literally and figuratively, into Peter and Joan. Stainless steel enema fittings rested deep in their rectums near the first bend of the colon, while a premixed enema was dispensed at a rate that Margo and Steven carefully adjusted. The attendants massaged their charges' bellies to smooth the flow of the liquid high into their intestines while coaching them on how to breathe and relax. At the same time, they coached and reassured their subjects in how to handle what they were feeling. 

Joan and Peter were not fully prepared for the implications of this treatment, and were both feeling somewhat helpless and embarrassed. What they did not realize was that this experience was shattering barriers within their psyches for what lay ahead both today and for the rest of the week, and indeed their lives.

When they felt the distension in Joan and Peter's bellies reach the proper level, Margo and Steven withdrew the enema implements, quickly replacing them with small butt plugs. They helped Joan and Peter up from the chairs, and carefully guided them to toilet stalls with instructions to remove the plugs just prior to elimination. The sounds and smells produced were far from sexy, but Margo and Steven were all professional attitude as the two guests emerged holding their butt plugs. The team quickly set the newlyweds at ease with warm towel wipe downs and hugs, then led them back to the chairs for two further rounds, each cleaning a higher level of the colon until they achieved a total purge of their intestinal tracts.

Meanwhile Len and Judy were been led to separate individual saunas by Stephanie and Ron, while Bill, Melinda, Debbie and Rick were all in a large communal sauna. 

Debbie and Rick continued the close physical contact with Bill and Melinda, surreptitiously watching the pair to gauge firsthand how they responded in swinging situations. Melinda was in heaven. She leaned in to Rick's six-pack abs even as she felt the sweat nearly erupt from her pores, reveling in the combination of oils, sweat, and water that lubricated the contact. She moved and encouraged his hands to explore her breasts and the folds of her pussy, while at least one of her own hands maintained constant contact with Rick's hard seven and a half inches. The uncut foreskin especially fascinated her, which she had never experienced before. 

Rick sensed her body language, and quickly decided that this woman was very capable of handling all the implications of swinging and was a good type of guest for the resort to attract. 

For his part, Bill wanted to fuck a pussy so bad he almost couldn't stand it. Debbie had revved him as high as he could remember being, and he had nearly completely forgotten his wife right next to him. Debbie decided that if he didn't pop a nut soon, he might become a problem, so she pushed him back on the wooden sauna bench and began to jack his cock in earnest. Bill became somewhat self-conscious as he realized Melinda and Rick were watching with interest, but he couldn't resist the expert ministrations of a trained sexual surrogate, especially one who was rubbing her sweaty tits in his face as she worked. 

With a groan, Bill jetted rope after rope of cum onto both his own and Debbie's chest. She milked every drop out, then leaned down and kissed him deeply. After that, she helped him back into a sitting position and encouraged him to kiss Melinda, who was spooned back on Rick, who reclined against the sauna wall, his right index finger expertly diddling the woman's clit while pinching her breast with his left hand. Bill leaned in and kissed his wife just as she came, and surprised himself as he genuinely hoped her orgasm was a good one and she was enjoying herself. This place was starting to rub off on him in more ways than one.

Len was thoroughly enjoying his time with Stephanie. The statuesque brunette was showing him what a sudsy felt like. He reclined on the sauna bench, and she was rubbing her oily/sweaty body all over his. He let his hands explore her buttocks, back, and thighs and thought to himself how great it would be to have a sauna in his office. 

Judy was also thinking about how nice it would be to have something, but on a less ambitious scale. She wished she had a rubber to slip over Ron's fat cock so he could fuck her up the ass. She knew the rules precluded such behavior from the Spa staff, but figured she could dream anyway. As she played with these thoughts she simultaneously played with Ron's cock and her own pussy, as the heat of the sauna permeated her body and opened her pores.

As Joan and Peter completed their third purge and emerged from the toilet stalls, they were greeted by a now nude and smiling Margo and Steven, who congratulated them on the completion of their colonics. Margo took Joan and Steven took Peter by the hand, and they led their clients to the large communal shower at the side of the room. Turning on and adjusting the sprays accordingly, the two staffers thoroughly soaped and cleaned Joan and Peter, then joined them under their respective showers. 

Steven took Peter's rapidly hardening cock in his soapy hand, leaned in, and whispered, "You have a fabulous cock, and did fantastic with the treatment. I hope you know that I'm enjoying this thoroughly." 

Peter, flattered and aroused, smiled at Steven, glanced at his wife who had her eyes closed as Joan massaged her pussy and also whispered in her ear, and leaned in to kiss the tall attendant. Peter also reached for and was rewarded with Steven's hard, skinny eight-inch dick. This day was going swimmingly, he thought.

With the heat of the sauna following the heat of the Japanese baths, none of the guests could stay in their saunas long, especially with all the sexual activity underway. Heart rates were very high as they were re-wrapped in robes and led to a communal cooling area. 

This room was scattered with low couches and chairs all arranged to provide a view of the pool and patio areas out of large picture windows. A variety of juices, flavored waters, and sports drinks were available at a bar along the back wall. Because they were enjoying individual service, Stephanie and Ron seated Len and Judy at opposite ends of the room, while Bill and Melinda were led to a central conversation pit couch by Debbie and Rick. The staffers got drinks for their guests and themselves, and then joined their guests for thirty minutes of flirtatious talk and games of slap and tickle as their body temperatures returned to normal.

After their showers Margo and Steven remained nude and led Joan and Peter down the passageway to a room that was much less clinical than the enema room had been. However, this room was also equipped with stirrup chairs and stainless steel hoses. Margo led Joan to a counter filled with a variety of scents and flavorings. Together, and rubbing their bodies closely the whole while, the two selected a pleasing combination for Joan's douche. 

Simultaneously, Peter and Steven selected a flavored oil and Steven, with a wicked twinkle in his eye, suggested that Peter wear a cock ring and butt plug for the remainder of the service. 

"They'll help you build an edge and be ready in case you meet someone in the Roman Baths after your sudsy," Steven said with a conspiratorial grin. That thought went right to Peter's crotch, and he grinned back at his attendant/lover like a kid in a candy shop. 

Steven led Peter over to the chair next to Joan, who was taking the position to allow Margo access to her pussy for the douche, and placed the butt plug and cock ring they had selected along with the tube of oil on a service tray. Margo was mixing the proper proportions of ingredients in a bag in a sink. Peter kissed his wife then jumped up in the chair. 

Steven pulled the stirrups into place for him then did the same for Joan, letting her watch his eyes as he drank in her naked form. Then, turning back to Peter, he took the adjustable cock ring and fitted it over the base of his cock, then lubed up two fingers and slid them directly into Peter's ass, finding Peter's prostate and massaging it while Peter's cock inflated within the confines of the ring. 

Margo brought the douche over to Joan, but before she inserted the tube she leaned down and subjected each of Joan's nipples to a rapid tongue lashing. Joan arched up as she felt Margo apply lube to her labia, then relaxed back down as Margo finished her tit assault and slipped the douche nozzle inside her pussy. 

Joan looked over at Peter, who was enjoying the sensations of a slow cock and ass massage from Steven. He opened his eyes, looked back at his wife, and mouthed a soundless, "Thank you." She blew him a kiss and moaned as Margo thumbed her clit while continuing the douche.

Their cool down complete, Bill and Melinda were led to a private patio. The morning was getting along, and the tropical heat was rising, but the patio was shaded and heavily landscaped with large plants, and enjoyed a view toward the sea breeze, so none of the group found it uncomfortable. Debbie and Rick once again helped Bill and Melinda out of their robes, disrobed themselves, then helped their charges up onto the massage tables that sat side by side on the patio. They went right to work, selecting oils and doing the preliminary touching and kneading that establishes a rapport between masseuse (or masseur) and her or his subject.

Len and Judy were also led outside, but to separate private patios in accordance with their individual treatment wishes. Stephanie dropped her robe first, and then helped Len out of his and onto the massage table, face down. 

Ron and Stephanie's movements were identical, but Ron kept up a steady stream of compliments: "You have the most beautiful eyes," or "Such nice firm thighs," to build a more emotional connection with Judy. 

Spa staff were specially trained to tailor their service based upon a number of factors, including the genders' differing responses to visual and verbal stimuli. Judy was drinking it up, and she spread her legs to allow Ron full access to her ass and cunt as he ran his strong hands up and down the full length of her back and legs.

With Joan's douche complete and Peter's cock standing tall and proud from Steven's ministrations, the quartet changed rooms yet again to continue the Same Sex Special. This time Joan and Peter were led into a room dimly lit with candles and hung with rich fabrics. Incense wafted about and New Age music completed the quiet, relaxed atmosphere. The floor was covered with Japanese tatami mats, giving it a soft, spongy feel, and two low massage tables stood in the center of the room.

Margo helped Joan down onto one of the tables, letting her free hand roam over the young blonde's ass as she did so. She was quite taken with Joan's gray eyes, and would have loved to break Spa rules and dive straight down into her pussy with its sexy Brazilian wax job. Steven, too, was considering pushing the boundaries as he helped Peter fit his stiff cock through a specially cut hole in the massage table as he lay down on his stomach. 

The newlywed couple was hot. Peter had an ass to die for, and Steven was sorely tempted. However, their extensive training, industry-leading compensation packages, and knowledge that this was just the first week of what could be a heavenly multi-year gig helped Steven and Margo each maintain their professionalism and refocus their service to their guests.

Debbie and Rick were turning up the heat on Bill and Melinda. They were watching each other and coordinating the movements of the sensual massage technique they were using on the older couple. Debbie kneaded Bill's buttocks, letting her thumbs spread and stretch his ass cheeks and brush against the sides of his asshole as they passed up and down between his upper thighs and the base of his spine. Rick was using the same move on Melinda, but pressed in slightly, sliding directly over her rosebud with each pass, gauging her willingness for anal sex. 

Bill tensed a bit each time Debbie's thumb came close to his anus, which was a direct contrast to his wife's reaction. Melinda spread her legs slightly wider and humped back toward Rick's teasing thumbs, encouraging an anal invasion. Rick smiled and nodded at his wife and colleague. They would be able to give an overall favorable report on this couple to Julie, but would nonetheless also be able to provide some valuable feedback into the guest screening process. Melinda was a good fit for La Playa, but Bill was marginal. The boss would need to put some more thought into how to screen couples like this.

The warm oils, beautiful scents, soft lights and soothing music were having the desired relaxing impact on Peter and Joan. Both were now covered from head to foot with a thin coat of fantastically smooth oil, and had their eyes closed as their attendants worked. They had been coached to breathe deeply, slowly, and steadily as the oil was applied, and now the skilled hands and fingers of Margo and Steven worked their magic. 

Margo and Steven were going slow, despite their desire for the young pair. They knew that the sudsy bath was the time for rapid movements and sexual fulfillment, and were taking their time to establish rock-solid physical bonds with their subjects before that. The technique in use was a combination of Esalen and deep-tissue massage, moving from the head, neck, and shoulders down toward the feet. Right now they were in the middle of upper backs, working the lymph systems for maximum toxin release. They would get to those two yummy asses, glistening with oil, in good time.

Len was responding well to Stephanie's ministrations. He had used one of the Fleet enemas available in his suite's bathroom that morning, in the hope of getting a finger up his ass as he came. Now, though, his hard-on was uncomfortable beneath him, but he was enjoying the way Stephanie circled his anus with her thumbs as she massaged his buttocks. 

He was only situationally bi, had sucked only a handful of cocks, and had no intention of ever feeling even a dildo in his rear opening, but he loved a finger or two, and had a butt plug which hit his prostate perfectly while fucking a woman. Stephanie noticed the way he shifted to ease the strain on his cock, and reached below the table to release a trap door, then helped him adjust the towel, providing a hole for his erection and scrotum to protrude through, not unlike the hole in the donut under his face. 

Judy was in heaven. Ron's strong hands and manly scent, mixed with the lovely smells coming off the ocean breeze, were sending her into orbit. Sensing her readiness, Ron had moved rather quickly through the basic massage for the back, thighs, and backs of the legs, and now focused his work entirely on her ass, anus, pudendum, and vagina. She was up on her elbows and used her knees and back to hump the table, rubbing her protruding clit on the towel below her. 

Moaning and breathing rapidly, Judy fantasized about this young stud's beautiful cock sawing in and out of her pussy, while his thumbs lewdly spread and invaded her anus. She thought briefly of Len, and hoped he was getting as good from that luscious brunette he had picked. Picturing her, Judy felt a slight regret that they had not gone for the Same Sex Special, or one of the other single-sex packages, but she knew Len would never have gone for it. Oh well, it was only Tuesday, and she could come back later in the week when Len was planning on a golf outing away from the Resort.

After some time, Margo and Steven finished with Peter and Joan's backs and had them roll over. They began at their feet, first washing them and then moving into a reflexology regime. Margo couldn't help herself as she looked up at Joan's cunt. It was open and wet, and highlighted by the completely shaven outer lips. Margo felt a wave of lust overtake her, and to slake it, bent down and sucked on Joan's toes, running her tongue between them, imaging it was moving through those flowering lips. 

Joan groaned and writhed slightly, both from the reflexology (now focused on the back of her ankle at the point connected with the vagina) and the sucking. Steven reached across and gave Margo a sharp, playful slap on the ass. This reminded her in a friendly fashion of the rules of engagement, and she refocused her efforts on the balls of Joan's feet at the points associated with the stomach. 

Steven understood the desire his colleague felt. The woman beneath her hands had that fresh beauty of youth, as did the young stud he was working on. He shook these thoughts off and completed the reflexology routine, ready to begin moving up Peter's legs. He knew this would soon bring him face-to-face with Peter's prime cock, with its little tuft of hair above the shaft and clean, smooth balls. Steven felt his own cock stiffen and once again looked forward to the upcoming contact of the sudsy.

Bill and Melinda were now also on their backs. It was at this point in the treatment that their two attendants, who were also trained sex surrogates, put their full training to work. Debbie and Rick were actually not looking at their subjects, but into each other's eyes as they massaged the genitalia beneath their fingers. 

Bill and Melinda were doing the same. Bill had even relaxed to the point that he reached over and held his wife's hand as she moved through her first quick cum. At home this would have been the end of her sexual response, and even in the few swinging situations they had experienced her desire would wane considerably after that first (and often last) orgasm. But today she had Rick's skilled fingers working over her pubis in a variation on the Tantric Yoni massage. He was experiencing the body beneath him by touch alone, but was gauging Melinda's reactions perfectly. 




La Playa Ch. 06



Similarly, Debbie's eyes were focused deep into those of her husband and colleague, and she worked Bill into an ever greater lather through touch alone. Already she had grabbed and pulled down firmly on his balls twice, delaying his orgasm, but soon she would allow him to spurt his seed freely over himself and her body. She imagined that, with all the pent up sexual energy he must feel from his morning so far, Bill might shoot copiously and far, and imagined his sperm flying through the air and landing on her husband's chest. This mental image was enough to send a slight shudder up her spine, which translated to a different twitch of her hands and an instant explosion from Bill's turgid member. 

The orgasm took Bill somewhat by surprise, causing him to call out, arching his back and thrusting up into the blonde's hand. Seeing her husband's eruption triggered another orgasm in Melinda, and Rick quickly took advantage of it with a finger to her G-spot, sending her into a series of quick, rolling climaxes, each a bit more intense than the last. Bill thrust twice more, then relaxed, opened his eyes, and was greeted with the sight of a smiling, tan, blonde bombshell whose naked chest was covered in thick ropes of his own seed. Coming back to earth, he felt Melinda squeezing his hand as Rick brought her cum after cum. 

Debbie stayed in place, smiling warmly at the older man, her hand firmly gripping Bill's rapidly wilting member, the cum running slowly down her tits. Bill smiled back, then turned his head to watch his wife in her last climactic orgasm, her tits jiggling and an intense look of concentration on her face. For the first time in all of their multi-partner sexual encounters, he felt absolutely no jealousy as he watched another man pleasure his wife. This place was great... and the day was young. He smiled more broadly as Melinda's orgasm subsided and she turned her eyes to his.

Judy was also cumming at the hands of a strong, experienced man. Ron, taking the admonitions of the employee pep rally (held before the first guests arrived) to heart, was going the extra mile to make her happy. This was Judy's third orgasm, as Ron pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy and roughly brushed her clit with his thumb, while his other hand alternated back and forth, pinching and brushing of her nipples. 

Earlier she had heard some other guest cry out her orgasm from down at the pool, and now Judy let loose to try to outdo to the other woman, practically screaming a stream of obscenities mixed with moans and cries of ecstasy. 

"Heh, heh, heh, that's my girl!" said Len to Stephanie as she pumped his cock. 

"You are a very lucky man to have such a beautiful and sexy wife," replied Stephanie, increasing her pace. 

"I'm a very lucky man to have a wife who doesn't mind my getting what I'm getting from such a gorgeous number," flirted Len, as a look of distraction crossed his face and his eyes lost focus. 

Seconds later he grunted, shuddered, and squirted several nice globs of cum out all over his chest. Stephanie waited for him to regain his breath, then moved to gently wipe up the cum with a warm wet towel. 

After a few more moments she said, "Well, I'm afraid that completes our time together. I hate to have to go but I'm sure there are other guests waiting, and I imagine a guy like you has other adventures planned for the day. Let me help you up and show you back to the changing room." 

"That was fabulous, babe, just fabulous. I really wish the hotel rules weren't so strict. I'd ask you to join us in the Baths," Len offered.

"Ooh, that would be so nice, really. Thanks. But rules are rules and I'm on the clock. Come on now, let me help you into your robe," Stephanie said, as she slapped Len's grabbing hands away and held up the garment. As they stepped out into the hallway they saw Judy, leaning heavily on Ron and still looking a little starry eyed, come down the hall to join them. 

"Honey, let's get a bite to eat and go to the Baths, shall we?" asked Len. 

Judy perked up and agreed, so Stephanie and Ron led them to the small buffet spread, pointed out the entry into the baths, kissed them both, and excused themselves back the to Spa staff lounge, where they would wash thoroughly and be allowed a break before taking on their next clients.

Their full body hot oil massages complete, Peter and Joan were led onto the same veranda Bill and Melinda had just vacated. The older couple had also decided to check out the Roman Baths, and were very excited to pass the young newlywed couple in the hall. Would these hot young things be available in the Baths soon? Steven wondered the same thing as he and Margo helped Peter and Joan onto the outdoor massage tables. 

An assistant Spa attendant had quickly restocked the veranda, and had placed two large buckets of very sudsy water on champagne bucket stands next to the massage tables. Once again, Margo and Steven began with their clients' backs, dipping sudsy water from the buckets with wooden ladles and anointing the already glistening skin. Then they applied more of a naturally based mild soap formula. But this time, instead of just hands they used their bodies as well. 

Moving their hands vigorously at first, they worked up a very sudsy coating on their clients, then leaned down with their torsos and rubbed the suds between them. Peter and Joan looked at each other with growing lust. The slick, skin-to-skin sensations were unlike any they had ever felt before, and were heightened by the fact that they were receiving these feelings from someone of their own gender. 

Margo's breasts felt incredible as she rubbed them into Joan's buttocks, then slid all the way up her back and rubbed them into her neck. Steven's chest felt great too, but when he felt Steven's rock-hard eight inch member slide up between his butt cheeks and across his back Peter got instantly hard and humped up into it. This action went on for a few minutes until every square inch of the backs of Joan and Peter's bodies had been touched by every square inch of Margo and Steven's fronts, then they were gently turned over, and the action really heated up.

Margo straddled Joan's left foot, and lowered her pussy to her toes. She humped her crotch up and down and leaned down to brush her tits back and forth across the blonde's knees. Steven humped Peter's foot as well, while running his hands up and down the inside and outside of Peter's thighs. Then the two highly skilled sex workers switched feet and continued their assault on the senses of the young newlyweds. 

Tits, cock, pussy, chests, stomachs, arms and even faces slid over Peter and Joan's lower extremities, moving inexorably toward their genitalia. However, Steven avoided Peter's cock and Margo passed by Joan's pussy. Instead they moved up, constantly renewing the sudsy water, and slathered themselves all over their chests. 

Slick tits and rock-hard nipples against slick tits and rock-hard nipples sent Joan over the edge into a small orgasm as she gazed into Margo's hazel eyes. Peter thrilled to the feel of Steven's hard cock rubbing on his belly and chest, and felt his own dick respond with an involuntary jerk. Then Margo and Steven moved back down and started over again. This went on for some time, with the two Spa staffers avoiding direct stimulation of their subjects' sex organs while rubbing their own all over the supine forms below them. 

Then Margo made her move. She put her body between Joan's legs and forced them open, placing her clit directly on top of Joan's mound and mashing in. Joan cried out and arched her back in still another orgasm. Margo had an oversize clit, and she used it like a small cock to fuck herself up and down Joan's slit. Steven also initiated cock-to-cock contact, pouring more soapy water on Peter's crotch and humping him roughly. 

No penetration was taking place, but this was sex in its most raw form. Four bodies moved in a ballet of up, down, back, forth, clockwise and counterclockwise hip thrusts. After a few minutes of this, Margo sat back and grabbed the shower hose, which hung on the leg of the table. She squeezed the trigger and sent a cascade of water over Joan's cunt, striking her clit and giving her another orgasm. After thoroughly rinsing Joan, Margo leaned in and began a direct manual stimulation of Joan's vaginal opening and clit using both hands. Joan went nuts, and Margo smiled. Mirroring his colleague's motions Steven rinsed Peter, grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted it on Peter's pulsing organ, and jacked him rapidly, using one hand on his shaft while roughly fondling his balls with the other.

The two newlyweds instinctively reached their hands across the space between the two tables and held hands as they climaxed. They were crying out in a discordant harmony of incoherent words and phrases. Their entire beings focused on their genitalia at this moment in a way they had never experienced before, yet their love drew their spirits together. 

Margo and Steven continued their masturbatory assaults, carefully watching faces, body language, and listening for the telltale signs that their charges were past their peaks... but such signs did not come. Joan cried out yet again and launched into another massive orgasm. This reaction sent Peter right over the edge into a second cum, the kind of event that happens only rarely and generally only to much younger men. Steven was surprised, but felt a surge of pride that he was able to bring a man to consecutive climaxes. 

The two newlyweds bucked violently several times beneath the hands of the beautiful Spa staffers, then almost simultaneously collapsed. They were covered in sweat and soap, fighting to catch their breath, but smiling like a pair of Cheshire cats. Margo and Steven moved quickly to rinse them completely with lukewarm water, then covered them in huge fluffy towels and moved away to allow them the opportunity to share in some privacy.

"God that was incredible!" enthused Joan. "Did you really cum twice, honey?" 

"God yeah, baby, it was fabulous. I've never done that before. And honey, that cock felt so good rubbing all over me. I've got to have another!" 

"I know what you mean," smiled Joan. "Margo's breasts against mine were so thrilling. I know we've had other same sex experiences, but this almost felt like that first time all over again, don't you think?" 

"Definitely," answered Peter, looking away from his wife to see where Steven and Margo had gone. 

Seeing Peter's look, the two attendants moved back into earshot, smiling.

"That was a wonderful experience for us as well," said Margo with real warmth. "You two are totally hot, and I know you are going to love the rest of the week here. Don't miss the Bacchanalia Friday night. Steve throws the most incredible orgies in the world." 

As she spoke, she and Steven helped Peter and Joan sit up, drying them, and offered towels to dry their heads. 

"There are sanitized brushes and combs available in the bathroom," added Steven, "but our final service to you is to anoint you once again with oil." 

With that, he and Margo moved to a shelf and selected a fabulous oil scented with orchid, and put a light coating on Peter and Joan's bodies. Then they helped them rise, slip on the bath slippers they had worn since the changing room, and showed them toward the door. 

"Thank you so much," Joan stopped and looked into Margo's eyes. 

"Yeah, thanks for an incredible experience, dude," echoed Peter, moving close to Steven. 

The two newlyweds took the Spa staff workers into their arms and soul kissed them. 

"Sure do wish you could come to the Baths with us," Peter whispered as he separated from Steven. 

"Me too, but I'm sure you will find plenty of great cocks in there. Go for it, man!" 

"You too," said Margo to Joan. "There are going to be women and men tripping over themselves to get at you. Take advantage and enjoy. And all the best for many happy years together!" With that Margo and Steven showed Peter and Joan to the Roman Baths.

Peter and Joan had a great time in the baths. They lunched and met a number of other guests, including Len, Judy, Bill, and Melinda. In fact Judy, Melinda, and Joan connected and had a hot three-girl daisy chain, while Peter got ass fucked by another guest who did not even give his name, while Bill and Len jacked off watching the whole scene. 

Peter and Joan promised each other they would return together, Judy made an appointment for an all-day spa beauty treatment and makeover for later in the week, Melinda met a hot young stud of a guest who she agreed to meet at the outdoor hot tub as soon as Bill passed out later that night, and Len made friends with a fellow fishing enthusiast who invited him to come along on a nude deep sea fishing expedition the next morning. 

The only one of the group who left less than satisfied was Bill. He had hoped to fuck the young Hispanic receptionist, and then his gorgeous spa attendant had put off his advances, though the hand job was nice, and even Melinda had managed to avoid him, hooking up into that all-girl three-way when he had wanted to fuck. What did it take to get laid in this joint? Melinda took him straight to the bar and ordered him a Singapore Sling with a Boilermaker chaser.



La Playa Ch. 07



edited by Susurrus

*

By one that afternoon, John, Carolyn, David, and Lisa were once again ensconced at the poolside bar. This time, they were at a booth in a raised corner that looked out over an arm of the tubing river and inward to command a view of the main seating area.  

The booth was lined with thick cushions covered in an artificial leather that was both easy on bare skin and stain resistant: perfect for upholstery in this setting.  After their long morning jog, the quartet had come back and splashed in the pool for a while, then gone back to their rooms to prepare for lunch.  The epiphany that occurred in the bar the day before had opened a new world of kinky bisexual fun for the group, and they had spent the previous evening exploring many of the variations of positions, pairings, and groupings available to four people with no boundaries.  David had even ass fucked John, breaking down that last barrier, though somehow John had never gotten around to reciprocating.  Lisa was hoping that oversight would be addressed that afternoon.

Today, Lisa and Carolyn, joined enthusiastically by David (who was fast becoming a cum slut) and less so by John, planned to try some even more extreme exhibitionism than they had practiced before.  Lisa had even stopped by the bar to check out the large booth, ensure that the table would stand up to what she had in mind, double check with the bartender that such an event would be okay, and asked him to reserve the table.  Then she and David retired to their room, where they gave each other enemas, showered, and adorned themselves with jewelry in the fashion they had seen some of the other nude swingers display.  

David wore a short sarong around his waist and Lisa tied a small pareo just above her tits, so that the hem barely covered her pussy when she stood still, and not at all when she walked. Just before they left their room, Lisa inserted a butt plug into David to make sure he was good and loose later.  

John and Carolyn followed a similar routine in their suite, only Carolyn also wore a butt plug, as she wanted at least one of the guys to take her anal cherry in public today.  The foursome were not inexperienced swingers, but La Playa had stripped away some of their deepest remaining inhibitions, and they were fast transforming into true sexual hedonists.  John had been in a state of shock after David sucked him off in the bar the day before, mainly because he didn’t know how Carolyn would react.  After seeing her enthusiasm and hearing her low whispered and loudly shouted encouragements when they played after that episode, he had no more doubts and was ready to allow himself to get fully into the “swing” of the bisexual lifestyle. 

He was smart enough to know that they were playing with emotional fire in terms of their relationship, and had mentioned it to Carolyn.  She also reassured him on this point.  While she wasn’t naïve enough to think that what was happening at the resort would entirely stay there, she suggested to John that they spend their time on the return flight and for a couple weeks after they got home, reflecting on what happened, writing down their likes, dislikes, limits, and non-starters, comparing lists, and discussing it like adults.  

But while at La Playa, they decided to do their best to suspend all judgment and jealousy and simply enjoy themselves to the fullest.  John readily agreed to this proposal, as it set his mind at ease that their emotions weren’t entirely taking over their lives.

After the waitress delivered their margaritas and tapas, Carolyn looked at her three lovers and giggled.  The giggle became a laugh that infected Lisa, and the two women leaned in and kissed their men.  David and John, who at this point were entirely guided by the impulses of their lower brains, were bewildered as to what was so funny.  

“Oh, guys, I just started giggling from the sheer joy and freedom of this place and what we're doing.  I think Lisa couldn't help but join in,” explained Carolyn.  

“That’s right,” Lisa chimed in.  “It’s kind of like when we were little kids, seven or eight years old, running around the playground.  Only this is a much bigger and nicer playground, with even more playmates.”  

“So you were giggling because you’re happy?” asked David.  

“Of course, silly,” replied Carolyn.  “How often do we get to be completely carefree as adults?  When can we truly put aside all our inhibitions and baggage and pretend to be whoever we want?”  Carolyn was on something of a roll.  “Lisa and I play act all the time online.  We cyber and have phone sex with people and that’s all pretend as long as we keep it in perspective.  This place is exactly the same, only we get to have the sex for real.”  

“That’s my sweetheart!” said John with a chuckle.  “Always finding a silver lining in every situation.”  

The group all laughed and dug in to the tapas.  Their morning exercise had left them with more than just sexual hunger.

Lisa and Carolyn let the playfulness seep back into the scene as they devoured the fish, shrimp, and potato fritters.  Lisa exaggerated sucking the meat from the tail of a shrimp, and Lisa pursed her lips, sliding a long, sweet, potato fritter into her mouth like a cock.  Between bites, the women played grab ass with their men.  Nipples were flicked, inside thighs were brushed and feet ran up and down legs.  

The men quickly got into the mood, helped along by the biting cold impact of the tequila and Cointreau coursing through their veins.  When Lisa stood up slightly to reach for a different tapas plate across the table, David slipped his hand down onto the bench so that she sat on his finger when she returned.  John reached behind Carolyn and pinched her curvaceous rear.  

Lisa “accidentally” dribbled some cocktail sauce on her tit, which David proceeded to lick off like an ice cream cone, loosening the knot in her pareo as he played.  The table was large, and the two couples sat opposite each other, so John had to slip down almost off the bench to reach a foot into David’s crotch and tickle his dick with his toes.  This light-hearted play went on until most of the plates of food were empty, and David signaled the waitress to clear the table and bring them another round.

With the table cleared and wiped down, Lisa climbed up on her hands and knees, crossed the table, and locked lips with John, who promptly reached up and began fondling her breasts through her pareo.  David reached up and untied the knot of the pareo and pulled the flimsy garment aside, then stood on the sturdy bench, dropped his almost non-existent sarong, leaned forward slightly, and began running his cock up and down from Lisa’s clit to her asshole and back again.  

Not to be left out, Carolyn made John turn toward her and went down on his rapidly hardening cock, which was sticking out the leg of the flimsy running shorts he wore.

After a couple minutes of teasing, Lisa was thoroughly wet, and David slipped his cock into her familiar cunt to the hilt.  She moaned around John’s tongue as she felt David’s hard seven inches slide slowly out of her hole and then thrust just as slowly back in.  Carolyn pulled her own bikini bottom off, lay on her back atop the table next to Lisa, and beckoned John to fuck her.  

When the waitress returned with the drinks, she left them on a tray stand, in a safe place near the front of the booth.  John reluctantly released his death grip on Lisa’s tits (somewhat to her relief) and climbed onto the table, shoving his cock into his wife with one easy stroke.

The two couples fucked side by side for several minutes, then John leaned over, still coupled with Carolyn, and began sucking David’s right nipple.  

“Oh yeah man, suck that tit,” David moaned as he controlled his thrusting into Lisa to ensure John could reach.  

Lisa supported herself on one hand and reached over with the other to take possession of Carolyn’s cunt.  She spread her fingers like an inverted Vulcan salute from Star Trek and ran her hand down so that the palm covered Carolyn’s mound and clit and John’s cock was between the “V”.  Then she slowly began closing her fingers tighter each time John pulled back.  She wanted the cunt beneath her hand.  She wanted it without a cock in it, and she wanted it now... 

Finally, John took the hint, pulled out entirely and sat back on his haunches.  Lisa dove for Carolyn’s crotch, breaking away from David, and cocked her leg to position her own pussy directly over Carolyn’s head.  Lisa lowered her mouth and her pussy simultaneously to form an instant sixty-nine with her best friend and lover.

John shrugged off the way Lisa had taken Carolyn from him, and stood next to the table to take a sip from his drink.  David joined him, also drinking, but molding his body against that of his buddy.  

In an uncharacteristically feminine move, David lay his cheek on John’s shoulder, looked up into his eyes, and said, “Please fuck me, lover.”  

John was surprised by the wave of passion that swept over him.  He put his drink down, turned, took David into his arms and kissed him hard.  The two men, identical in height, of roughly similar build and both with nice, seven inch cocks, thrust their hips together as their tongues wrestled back and forth from mouth to mouth.  

Lisa was pleased when she lifted her head briefly from the succulent morsel below.  In addition to really wanting to taste Carolyn’s pussy, she had hoped to instigate an intense male-male scene in the bar.

It was still early afternoon, and the bar was a little over half full.  Some people remained from the lunch rush, while others had come in to get away from the heat at the pool.  There was some making out going on, lots of kissing, and one girl giving a guy a blowjob on a bar stool, but nothing to compare to the scene unfolding in the back corner.  

An etiquette about voyeurism was evolving on its own at La Playa.  The same unwritten and nearly unspoken rules were applying here as were followed on the beach at Cap D’Agde in France.  If sex was occurring in public, it was okay to stop and watch openly.  You could stand close, and even jack or jill as you watched, but you could not join in without an invitation.  Here in the bar, that meant all the tables adjacent to the booth with the four lovers quickly filled.

John retrieved a small tube of lube from a basket by the wall while David crawled back up on the table and put on something of a show as he removed his butt plug, pumping it in and out several times, tweaking his own nipples, and exaggerating his facial expressions like a he’d seen folks do in several porn flicks.  

He then assumed the doggy position next to Lisa and Carolyn - who were now deeply absorbed in each other - looked over his shoulder, and whined in an over-loud voice, “Hurry, lover. I need you!”  

This was almost too “gay” for John, who liked cock but didn’t want to be labeled a “fag,” but he quickly realized what was happening as Carolyn snorted into Lisa’s pussy and Lisa laid her cheek on Carolyn’s mound, a huge grin across her face and her whole body shaking with laughter.  David was into the spirit of play and pretend, and would be his same macho buddy tomorrow morning as they raced to see who could run up the hill the fastest.

John stepped up onto the table and knelt between David’s legs.  This was to be the first time he had fucked a man, and he found that he was looking forward to the feeling with relish.  He ripped the top off the disposable tube and squeezed a large dollop onto David’s ass. Using two fingers, he massaged the lube well into and around the sphincter, then firmly pushed the two fingers in to lubricate the tender side wall membranes of the muscle.  This done, he squeezed the rest of the tube onto the top of his rock-hard dick, and added a bit of his own spirit of pretend to the proceedings.  

“Does the little boy want Daddy to fuck his ass?  Does that boy pussy need some of this great big cock?”  

“Mmmmmm,” moaned David. “Yes, Daddy, fuck my butt!” he said in a little-boy voice.

Two men came nearer to table to watch this anal violation.  They each had drinks in their left hands and cocks in their right, and they stared intently at David’s puckered hole.  These were true voyeurs: people who were driven by the need to watch others, who could not find their own release unless seeing someone else in the throes of orgasm.  Most often these people are men, and they also often need the thrill of watching surreptitiously, of taking the risk of getting caught peeping to achieve the heights of their passion.  

Indeed, people could access some of the hotel’s security cameras - primarily those within the bar and around the pool - in their rooms for their viewing pleasure, and a review of this access would have revealed that three rooms were watching the proceedings in the bar.  

“Hey, down in front!” a burly man sitting at one of the adjacent tables yelled, and the two men were startled out of the reveries and forced to move to the side.

By now John had rubbed his dick up and down David’s ass, pushing slightly against the sphincter at each pass.  David knew that the best way to be penetrated was to truly want it, to relax his muscle to the max and bear down as the cock pushed past the opening.  At least, that was what he had found in the many times Lisa had fucked him with her strap-on.  He blew out his air and moved his rear backward when he felt John’s cock head press against his center.  Both men, still relatively inexperienced with anal sex, were a bit surprised when John popped right into David’s willing ass.

Lisa heard the simultaneous gasps and following moans of the two men, and glanced out the corner of her eye at her husband’s face.  The look of wonder mixed with pleasure written on those familiar features filled her with joy, and she erupted into an orgasm as Carolyn’s tongue lashed her clit.   “MMMMMMoooooohhhhhh,” she moaned as her muscles spasmed and her hips shook.  

Still moaning, she latched her lips around Carolyn’s bud and sucked hard, surprising her long time lover and sending her shooting over the edge into an orgasm of her own.  Carolyn’s hips bucked up and Lisa lifted her head, never releasing the death grip her mouth had on Carolyn’s groin until Carolyn collapsed back down, the shock of the sudden release of her clit from the intense suction sending her into yet another wave of bliss.

David never felt the pain he had expected.  The butt plug and thorough lube job had worked their magic, and his ass opened much like a flowering pussy to accept John’s lovely tool.  John, sensing his friend’s comfort, pushed slowly but steadily right in to the hilt, his balls slapping against David’s taint and sending a thrill back up his spine.  

“Oh god lover,” David yelled, “fuck me hard!”  

John responded instantly, pulling back and thrusting forward hard, so that the skin of his thighs slapped against David’s ass.  

“God this feels so great,” David enthused, losing himself in the moment of his defloration by his best friend’s cock.  The two men quickly settled into a rhythm of thrust and pull, and did not realize that they also settled into a rhythm of animal grunting as they fucked.

Their audience was enthralled.  Two beautiful women were eating each other’s pussy like there was no tomorrow, and two handsome men fucked like animals, with all four of them on an elevated table for the entire world to see.  Unconsciously, the masturbating voyeurs adjusted the speed of their hands to match John and David's motions.  The rest of the room was similarly entranced, with several people beginning a clap to the beat of John’s thighs against David’s ass.  

One woman rushed over to a man she had never met, turned around, and bent over, begging him to fuck her as they both watched the action.  Other men began to mutually jack each other, and two women climbed up on the bar in imitation of Lisa and Carolyn.

The room was awash with sex.  All table service had stopped as even the wait staff were mesmerized by the wave of mob consciousness which swept through the room.  Every mind in the place was focused on one thing: sex with the nearest warm body.  Every cock was rock hard.  Every pussy was swollen and soaked.  

The clapping took on a life of its own, setting the beat for a long, steady fuck for the two men in their gay abandon, as well as for the other pairings that were springing up around the room.  One waitress calmly set her tray down, stepped out of her uniform, walked behind the bar, and attacked the bartender.  There would be hell to pay with management later, but the staff was just as caught up in the tidal wave of group sexual hysteria as were the guests.

David couldn't believe how good John’s cock felt in his ass.  He had taken Lisa’s strap-on often and loved it, but the feel of even the best imitation cock paled in comparison to the real thing.  He reached up and took his own cock in hand as he and John fucked to the steadily increasing beat of the clapping of their audience.  

John was amazed at how easily his friend was taking his cock, and when he realized the size of their audience his mind boggled.  The sensation of his cock sliding steadily in and out of David’s warm, tight ass, combined with the surrealism of the situation removed any hope of orgasmic control from the picture.  With a loud cry, John felt the wave of his orgasm sweep through his body.  He felt the muscles in his thighs and groin practically cramp, then release as his cock exploded huge jets of cum deep into his lover’s bowels.  

David, feeling the power of John’s thrusts suddenly increase and hearing his friend’s delirious yell, was nonetheless astounded as he felt the ropes of cum lash his insides, and John’s pulsing member rub again and again against his prostate.  He too quickly lost all control, pumping his dick in a lust-driven frenzy, and gushing out his cum all over the table top, with some splashing up to hit and stick to his own chest.  

Similar to the waves of orgasmic pleasure that had rushed through them at the opening reception Sunday evening, the entire group of bar patrons indulging in all varieties of fucking came within moments of each other, triggered by the cries and convulsions of the men who had begun the chain. 

 Moans, cries, yells, and screams of pleasure filled the room with the sound of rapture, startling the guests lounging by the pool.  Cum flew through the air, splattering wherever it landed.  Bodies shook in uncontrolled lust.  Fingernails dug into writhing flesh, and at the head of it all were David and John, locked together and wracked with some of the most powerful orgasms either had ever experienced.

Lisa and Carolyn watched in awe.  They had cum first, and their attention quickly shifted from the luscious cunts beneath their lips to their two men immersed in gay sex.  Carolyn couldn’t believe her eyes as her normally staid and reserved husband pounded his best friend.  Lisa was so proud of David and the tremendous growth in sexual maturity he had shown in the past two days that she felt her heart would burst.  When the two men erupted into orgasm, both Lisa and Carolyn joined them in their own mini-cums, brought on just by watching the incredible eroticism of the moment.

As the whole room settled down from their sexual high, John and David collapsed onto the table top.  A hush passed over the room as everyone’s attention refocused on the two men.  

John rolled off David, and grabbing him by the shoulder, jerked him over onto his back.  He took David in his arms and completed the scene saying loudly, “How was that little boy?  Now give Daddy a kiss!”  

With that he shoved his tongue down David’s throat as the entire room, including their two wives, burst into spontaneous applause.



La Playa Ch. 08



Edited by Susurrus



Early evening fell, and the entire resort felt the electric air of expectation. The events of the past two days had set the tone Steve had been aiming for: a feeling of freedom and acceptance, as well as one of hedonism and lust. As they got comfortable with their experience, most guests had become more and more public with their sex acts, and everyone expected further barriers to fall with the setting sun.

The bar and patio were in full swing. A small combo played Caribbean dance music and a variety of boat drinks enhanced the colors of sunset. The Spa staff were winding up their services for the day, even having to help a few people who had become so relaxed by their treatments - or exhausted from sexual exertion - that they could not safely walk back to their rooms. When they did get the guests back where they belonged, they did a quick blood pressure check and tucked them into bed. The pool and beaches still had a few people around and on them, and staff lit tiki torches on the Isle of Eros to illuminate a luau/orgy hosted by Randy and Scarlett to promote their adult film company. 

A few guests who had not read their orientation packets or daily notices were disappointed to find the Dungeon closed. That evening, the Dungeon staff would be teaching BDSM 101, with lectures and demonstrations in the Ballroom, followed by small group and individual instruction on the equipment in the Dungeon.

Ben and Cindy were nervous. They had known each other since Ben's freshman year of college, and had married while Cindy was finishing her master's degree and Ben was in his first year of pharmaceutical sales. It had been a good marriage the first five years, blessed with one child who was staying with grandparents, and filled with good sex. They had explored their bisexuality together in college, and found their tastes highly compatible, but had not had many chances to indulge those interests since the birth of the baby. 

Because of their college experience it wasn't much of a stretch to keep their marriage somewhat open, and they had few problems with jealousy issues. They used the internet to keep in touch with their sexuality, and had made many good friends online and had indulged in cybersex, both individually and together, whenever possible. Cindy had a girlfriend in a distant city she met online. They'd gotten together in person a couple of times, and shared phone sex regularly. Ben had met a few guys and gals here and there, but found no one in particular with the exception of a kinky woman who had planted some seeds and made him more and more intrigued by the world of power exchange.

Cindy had discovered BDSM online during her maternity leave, filling the otherwise boring days with chat and surfing as the baby sucked on her breasts. She had ordered a few toys and found that they both enjoyed nipple clamps and light bondage, but were both a little scared to go much further. 

A couple years later, Ben had come home from a business trip very excited. While surfing the web in his hotel room one night, he had come across information on La Playa, and was especially attracted to the BDSM information. They both had well paying jobs with vacation time saved up, and Cindy's parents lived only two hours away and would jump at the chance to care for little Cynthia for a week. Here was a chance to re-immerse themselves in their bisexual yearnings, as well as explore this darker side of sexuality, which seemed so taboo yet was growing in popularity.

So here they were, preparing for an evening in which they expected to both give up a high degree of control to other people, and to exercise control over the sexual pleasure of others. This was a big step beyond using a couple of silk scarves to tie each other to the headboard and talk dirty. However, they had both been entranced by the Dungeon staff during the Welcome Reception. Upon returning to their room after the event, they learned that they were both strongly attracted to Master Paul, and Ben was smitten by Mistress Dana. They had signed up for the class first thing the next morning, and were given an instruction sheet to begin following on Tuesday morning to prepare themselves for the evening. 

Step one had been a hearty and healthy breakfast consisting of oatmeal, fruits, and yogurt, with instructions to, at most, sip some broth for lunch. Then, in the late afternoon they were to begin their physical preparation with enemata. By mutual unspoken agreement, they avoided the potential mess and embarrassment in their room by visiting the Spa to let professionals take care of that need privately. Once they were thoroughly cleansed, they rejoined each other in their room, and moved on to the next step.

All visible body hair, except for a decorative patch of pubic hair above the genitals, according to taste, was to be removed from their bodies. Ben had been keeping his chest, cock, balls, and ass baby smooth for years, so Cindy helped him apply the depilatory cream to his legs and arms, keeping an eye on the clock, to time removal. While they waited, with Ben essentially unable to move, Cindy shaved her legs and used scissors to start the removal of her thick patch of pubic hair. This was not a step she relished, as she had never personally understood the attraction of smooth genitalia, but she couldn't very well back out now, with Ben covered in depilatory.

When Ben's time was up, he stepped into the oversized shower and rinsed crème and hair down the drain. Cindy stepped in with him to shave her pubes and gasped at the sight of her naked husband. She was used to his bare chest and pubic region, but the addition of no arm or leg hair, of a truly nude body below his head, made all the muscles on Ben's nearly six foot frame stand out in stark relief. The additional nakedness made Ben feel somewhat vulnerable, and he realized with a shock that he truly relished the feeling. His cock sprang to just past half mast, and he grinned almost maniacally at his wife, who reached out and ran her hands all over his wet, naked body. 

"If you keep that up we'll be late and get punished," Ben said, half hoping his words were true. 

With a sigh, Cindy pushed her body against his, reached up for a deep kiss, then moved away and handed him a razor. "We've both got some shaving to do, boy, so get with it!" she said with mock severity. 

"Yes, Mistress," Ben replied with a grin. 

Ben took some shaving cream and began to lather his balls and mound as Cindy took a seat in the well-appointed shower compartment and began the process of removing the remainder of the hair on her mons, labia, and ass. She left a "landing strip" right above her clit, and had Ben help her with any stray hair around her anus, then returned the favor for him.

After completing this task they dried each other, both still feeling butterflies but beginning to be driven by their libidos as they continued their preparations. Cindy thought back to the night she lost her virginity to an older man, and realized she was feeling some of the same feelings. 

Prior to dressing, they were instructed to insert the butt plug, anal beads, or anal jewelry of their choice. Ben was well experienced with butt plugs, having more than once worn one all day. To be perfectly honest, he relished almost anything stuck up his ass. He easily slipped in his favorite flared-bottom silicone egg, as well seating a rubber, one-inch cock ring down to the base of his shaft. 

Cindy was much more an anal novice, and opted for their anal beads, which she had used on Ben often, but had tried herself only once. She felt her apprehension deepen somewhat as the last lubricated bead slipped past her sphincter. How would she react tonight if a Dom with a really big cock, like Master Paul, began to fuck her ass? Could she take it? How would she feel afterward?  Then she looked again at her hairless husband, remembered the great sex they had already experienced and watched on this vacation, and reminded herself to let go.

For his part, Ben was nearly past the apprehension, and was beginning to feel psyched. He always had been a much more sexual animal than Cindy, and relished ass play. The part he was unsure of was the possibility of pain or extreme humiliation. He had read many erotic stories on the web, though, and these fueled his imagination as he began to dress. 

He had bought an especially tight pair of black jeans and a leather vest for this occasion. He knew that the vest would highlight his pecs, which he was very proud of. Before slipping on the vest, he rubbed scented oil on his chest and arms so that his musculature would catch and reflect any light that hit it. He finished the outfit with a simple pair of leather sandals. If asked, he'd call the look "island biker." 

Cindy, on advice from the Activities staffer who had taken their reservation, wore plain white panties, no bra, and a very short sundress with sandals. She thanked her stars one more time that the last day of her period had been on their travel day to the island.

Prepped, dressed, and coiffed, the loving pair looked at each other; took a deep breath, and shared a long, loving hug. Ben followed this with a deep soulful kiss of his one true love, and Cindy felt her fears melt away as he whispered, "I love you first, last, and always," in her ear. 

They held each other tightly for a while longer, then looked deep into each other's eyes. They both saw respect, love, and devotion reflected there, and knew that they could trust each other absolutely. With a final quick kiss, the two still-young lovers joined hands and headed for the ballroom.

As they arrived at the Ballroom foyer there was a short line of people waiting to approach the registration table. John and Stephanie of the Activities staff were checking people in and providing handouts which were just a bit different from those of a normal seminar. The obligatory agenda was replaced by a small laminated card, which included some of the basic safety rules of BDSM play and safety reminders for the Dungeon equipment. Each of these cards had a hole punched in a corner with a leather strap through it long enough to drape over the neck. 

The other handout item was a simple leather collar with Velcro closure. Participants were instructed that the collar would go on and off only at the direction of the Dungeon staff, and would denote the role of the wearer during scenes or in individual play. One couple - who had arrived already wearing elaborate collars - was instructed to take them off until told otherwise by a Master or Mistress. Cocktail waitresses circulated among the crowd with trays of light champagne, hors d'ouvres, and non-alcoholic beverages. No other alcohol was available. The doors into the Ballroom proper were closed.

Tables and easels were set up in the foyer with displays of various BDSM toys and devices. Floggers, various types of clamps, restraints, plugs, harnesses, paddles, strap-ons, electric devices, hoods, collars, chastity devices, cock and ball torture toys, and many other examples of the accoutrements of the lifestyle were on view, with cards explaining their basic purposes and use tastefully placed nearby. 

On a huge screen at one end of the hall, and repeated on two smaller satellite screens on the ocean side of the room, a BDSM instructional video was playing that included a Mistress, three slaves (two male, one female) a rack, a whip, and a dog chained in the corner of the room. Cindy noticed the dog and hoped the tape would end before she was forced to watch any bestiality. Kinky was one thing, obscene quite another.

Ben handed her a collar and safety card, which she immediately began to read. She found that the rules were pretty straight forward:

1) The safe word is Rumpelstiltskin

2) All penetrative sex, even between partners or with toys, will require condoms

3) Nothing may be looped around your neck except at the express instruction of Dungeon Staff

4) The basis of all successful BDSM play is mutual respect

5) All normal rules of the resort apply

Ben finished reading and asked, "I wonder why the rule about the neck?" 

"I would imagine it's a safety precaution," replied Cindy. "There have to be around 40 guests here tonight, and the Dungeon staff can't spend all their time playing lifeguard around the racks and beds." 

She gestured toward the display that showed all the furniture-sized equipment in the Dungeon. Ben saw a series of crosses, stands, chairs, and beds in a variety of configurations and finishes. He wondered briefly how much such toys cost, then quickly put the thought out of his mind. He needed his garage for tools, motorcycles, and his jet ski, and the only room in the house large enough for the kind of apparatus before him was the living room. He thought about what his Mom would say at Christmas, shuddered, then grinned.

They each took a glass of champagne from a server and moved to examine the displays more closely. In any other setting these would have been the typical table-top educational displays you'd see at vanilla conventions and conferences. The prime difference was that instead of touting the advantages of a new vacuum cleaner or explaining a recent scientific discovery, these displays explained the history and uses of the flogger, or presented Mistress Anjali's thoughts on the best use of sensory deprivation in sexual stimulation. The psychological effect of all this was to set the stage for learning. It was a serious effort on the part of the Dungeon staff to communicate the pros, cons, dangers and delights of an approach to sex that is foreign to many people, though it was likely to be much more familiar to the experienced clientele of La Playa. 

"Good evening!" A deep baritone voice boomed across the room, as the lights dimmed and a spotlight illuminated a raised platform in a corner of the Ballroom foyer. "I'm Master Paul, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to a night of learning, loving, and lust.

"We hope you get a lot out of tonight and that it enhances the rest of your stay here at La Playa and enriches your lives back home. In a moment we will open the doors to the Ballroom. This will be your first chance to decide not to participate further. No one will be coerced, and no true 'power exchange' will take place tonight, as those of us experienced in the Lifestyle understand the term. You are free to leave any time you like, but should you choose to do so, we cannot allow you to be readmitted, as many comings and goings would disrupt the proceedings too much for others. 

"Restrooms are available inside the Ballroom and later in the Dungeon. Once you pass through these doors, you cease to be guests of the Resort, and become acolytes of Mistress Anjali. Please put your collars on, and proceed to a table inside."

With that, the doors were flung wide open, and the acolytes began to file into a transformed Ballroom. Heavy drapes and tapestries lined the walls. The lights were dim but not so low as to challenge anyone's eyesight. A dozen candles glowed on each round table atop burgundy tablecloths. But what caught the eye was the stage. Centered on it was a dais and throne - a literal throne - surrounded by cushions on the floor. Beyond this was an "X" cross, a set of stocks, a four-post brass bed, and a Nautilus inner thigh machine like you would see in a well-appointed gym. 

There were no people on the stage at that moment, and most of the Dungeon and Activities staff were helping people find their pre-assigned seats at the round tables. No more than six people were at each table, and all chairs were on one side, so all seated could see the stage without turning.

"Bow down, slaves! Your Mistress comes!" boomed Master Paul's voice over a nearly maxed-out PA system. 

B-movie Arabian Nights-style music blared out, and a procession of Dungeon subs and staff volunteers - dressed only in minimal loincloths - escorted Mistress Anjali to the dais. On her feet were calf-length leather boots with impossibly sharp toes and high stiletto heels, laced with gold filigree cords. About her waist was a wisp of a skirt made from totally see-through lace, which only slightly obscured the crotchless leather panties that hugged her hips. A leather bustier, cut to push up - not cover - her breasts, was laced tightly on her torso, her exposed breasts decorated with starburst nipple jewelry. 

Tight leather gloves reached past her elbows, and on her head she wore a tiara that on close inspection was decorated with a series of intertwining cocks. Also on her head was a lightweight boom mike connected to a transmitter hooked to the laces of her bustier. She carried a long-corded flogger in her right hand, swishing it out occasionally to flick the ass or hips of the two subs walking immediately in front of her. As she mounted the stage, the subs all took positions on hands and knees at the foot of the dais.

Turning to the crowd, she said, "Be seated, acolytes. Subs may kiss my feet as I speak." 

The nearest sub crawled forward and showered the pointy-toed boots with kisses, ignored completely by Anjali. 

"Sex is supposed to be fun," Anjali said, launching directly into the evening. "It is mostly mental, punctuated by physical reaction and release. If it isn't fun, you either aren't doing it right or don't desire the people you're doing it with.

"BDSM, a rather broad term used to suggest some of the kinkier side of sexual activity, is also supposed to be fun. It can be painful – excruciatingly so – and often purposely plays on emotions other than pleasure. However, if half way through a session you find yourself reviewing next week's 'to-do' list, or you don't feel truly satisfied and gratified when the scene is over, you should stop and try something different. Everyone, please say the safe word..." The lecture continued for another fifteen minutes, describing the night's activities, and goals for the training to follow. 

Anjali and the Dungeon staff took their lifestyle choices very seriously, and wanted other people to understand the extent of the enjoyment to be garnered from such a choice. There were lectures and demonstrations of equipment usage, toys, clamps, restraints, sensory deprivation devices, pony play, humiliation, bukkake and other bondage techniques, and even water sports. There was even a section of the evening devoted to describing activities that fell outside the BDSM tenet of "Safe, Sane, Consensual." Some people looked shocked that such things were practiced, and one couple was so shaken by it that they forfeited the rest of the evening and quietly left.

The demonstrations were each followed by a review of basic personal and sexual safety practices like meeting playmates in non-sexual public settings first, careful and clear negotiation, and the advantages of group play. By the end of the first hour and a half Cindy was squirming in her dampened seat. Her pussy gushed as she imagined herself being strapped into the Nautilus machine and taken by a man hung like a horse. Ben's cock ached from swelling to full staff, shrinking, then ballooning again so many times. They were both taken unawares as Mistress Claudia chose Ben for a role play demonstration with Master Paul and led him to the stage.

Paul led Ben through a discussion of restraint, asked him about his limits and how willing he was to stretch, then described exactly how he wanted to top Ben. Cindy felt a wave of jealousy roll over her as she realized that her husband was going to be taken by a man she so strongly desired. It caught her by surprise to feel that way, and then realized that she was actually feeling envy and felt her pussy gush even more at the thought of seeing her man experiencing pleasure. 

Ben was embarrassed beyond belief, blushing a fiery red, when Master Paul instructed him to squat right there on stage and remove his butt plug. Five minutes later Ben was bent over, his head and hands in the stocks. His mouth was stuffed with a strap-on worn by Mistress Dana, and his ass was being plowed by Master Paul's magnificent organ. Mistress Claudia was discussing the application and removal of clamps to stave off or precipitate orgasm, and as she spoke a sub attached a pair of alligators to Ben's nipples, then hung one-ounce weights from them. Ben moaned and winced in pain, but never tried to remove the fake cock from his mouth to speak any word of protest. 




La Playa Ch. 08



Mistress Claudia then brought Cindy to the stage and handed her a pair of wide adjustable clamps. She directed Cindy to take a position beneath Ben, head to crotch. Cindy was instructed to apply the clamps to Ben's scrotum, being careful not to pinch a testicle. Mistress Claudia reached under Ben and helped Cindy identify where the vas deferens left his gonads, and how to avoid pinching that vital tube off. Once the clamps were well in place, Cindy was told to lick her husband's shaft, pudendum and asshole as Master Paul fucked him. 

As an added treat, she was allowed to lick Master Paul's shaft as well. After a short while, Mistress Dana removed the strap-on from Ben's mouth and moved around the stocks. She pulled Cindy's hips to the side, and plowed the silicone phallus deep into Cindy's cunt with one stroke. As she fucked Cindy, she reached up and began unclasping then clasping the alligators on Ben's nipples. This was more than Ben could take, but in a good way. He exploded, shuddering and shaking, yelling uncontrollably and spurting thick rope after thick rope of sticky cum on Cindy's chest. This set off Cindy, who bucked her hips up into Dana's cock and sucked one of Ben's balls, clamp and all, into her mouth as she came. This triggered yet another mini-cum in Ben, whose cock jerked spasmodically with two more ropes of sperm.

As the acolytes applauded the performance, Mistress Anjali pointed out the connections between pain receptors in the nipples and groin with the pleasure centers of the brain, and encouraged people to experiment creatively. 

"The alternation of pleasure and pain built the man to a very intense peak very quickly," said Mistress Anjali, "and he normally would have lost his erection soon after such a massive orgasm. But note how he is still hard as a rock, even as Mistress Claudia removes the clamps. This is most likely from the unexpected act of the female sucking his balls as his initial orgasm subsided, resulting in the second wave and a heightened and prolonged response. As a reward, let's let this pair have a nice straight fuck here on the dais as we set the stage for the next scenario." 

She led Ben and Cindy to the throne, seated Ben on it, and instructed Cindy to mount him. Cindy's eyes were aflame with love and desire as she lowered her drooling cunt onto her husband's hard shaft. They tuned out the noise and activity around them, and focused entirely on each other's pleasure. 

"Folks, this is what I've been talking about all evening," said Anjali, gesturing to the oblivious couple. "If you get this level of pleasure, and feel these kinds of feelings from participation in BDSM activities, you were born for this lifestyle. I encourage you all to seek these two out in the Dungeon later, both to congratulate them on their performance, and to get them to share those feelings."

And so the evening went. More activities using other acolytes were demonstrated: foot worship, whipping, domination, food play, "forced" anal/oral/vaginal... you name it. Through it all was a steady stream of tips, lessons, warnings, and coaching from a team of truly experienced dominants and their subs. And there were constant reminders from Anjali about the importance of letting yourself enjoy whatever perversion you desire, with an emphasis on playfulness and living the moment. 

When the three-hour event ended, Mistress Anjali invited anyone who wished to use the Dungeon. Only guests who had attended this session would be allowed inside, and they were assured Dungeon staff would be present to answer questions, assist if needed, and suggest possible ways to make scenes more or less intense. While a few couples and singles bowed out, the vast majority of attendees enthusiastically accepted the invitation, including Ben and Cindy.

"God, this is so great!" enthused Cindy as she walked arm-in-arm with Ben toward the Dungeon door. 

"I know," said Ben. "I'd hoped we'd enjoy it, but I can't believe we did that right up on the stage!" he continued, slipping his arm around his loving wife. "When you sucked my ball into your mouth I thought I'd go insane, especially with that big black cock plowing in and out of my ass!" 

"MMMMmmm, I sure hope I can get some of that big black cock up my ass tonight," mused Cindy. "When Mistress chose you to be with Paul, I wanted to jump up and down and scream. But then she came back and got me, and I got to taste him moving in and out of your ass. Thanks for choosing the apple flavored lube, by the way." 

"Only what any gentleman would do," joked Ben, squeezing Cindy's butt and feeling the end of the anal bead string still hanging there. "When we get inside, why don't you domme me for a while and let me pull those beads for you with my teeth?" 

"Well, maybe you've been good enough for that. Why don't we negotiate the scene?" laughed Cindy as they entered the Dungeon, secure in their love, growing together in their sexuality, and playing like kids in the world's best adult sandbox!



La Playa Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Toy Shop Epiphany

Edited by Susurrus

Joan was distraught and wandered the grounds aimlessly. After she and Peter left the Spa the day before, they spent the entire afternoon and well into the evening on the Isle of Eros, swimming, fucking, and enjoying the sights and sounds of their fellow guests at play. 

Joan was very careful of the sun and applied sunscreen liberally throughout the day. She even had some of the other guests, both male and female, help her while Peter was out cavorting on a windsurfer. The touch of all those strangers' hands made her feel deliciously naughty and horny. 

Peter wasn't as careful. He told her, "The label says: 'All-Day Waterproof"! I'm fine!" 

She was very worried later when, back in their room, she saw the flaming color of Peter's skin. 

He took a cold shower and they went to bed, but about 1 AM he leapt out of bed crying, "Oh god, I'm on fire!" and immersed himself in a tub of cold water. 

He steadily became feverish and more uncomfortable through the night until, at 4 AM, Joan called the front desk, asking what to do. Peter ended up covered in aloe, asleep from a sedative, with an IV pumping fluids into his arm in the infirmary. 

It was their honeymoon. It was all going so wonderfully and they had chatted on the beach about how they would really let loose Wednesday night at the next resort-wide party, but now the trip was a nightmare. In one of his few lucid moments during the night, Peter apologized for ruining their honeymoon, and promised to make it up to her. He also insisted that she go out and play, as they had made a pact to get the very most out of this vacation to expand their sexual horizons. Joan demurred as he slipped back into sleep, but the thought planted a seed.

Joan was not only distraught over Peter's condition: she was confused, angry, and felt intense guilt about her own feelings. While she knew the responsible thing would be to fly Peter back to the mainland as soon as possible, she really wanted to stay at La Playa. Her worries about Peter were interspersed with fantasies about every person she saw as she wandered around the paths and lobby. She and Peter weren't novices to same and group sex when they married, and had gone through a very candid and frank negotiation regarding what they considered an open marriage when they moved to New York a year before their wedding. 

A complicating factor was her worries about whether their insurance would cover all the expenses they were facing. They borrowed money from his parents for the honeymoon (Peter's mom would be apoplectic if she knew the true nature of the resort) and they both had college loans and considerable credit card debt. Living in New York was just as expensive as they had anticipated, and even though they both had good jobs, they were living paycheck to paycheck.

All this swirled through her thoughts, but she kept ending up right back at her desire. She had truly enjoyed the sapphic love of her college roommates, but got an even bigger kick when they made love on their web cam. The fact that it helped pay the bills made her feel like a whore, but she found in her secret thoughts that those feelings gave her a nasty thrill that sent tingles through her clit.

The impromptu fuck surrounded by all the other guests during the welcome party, the intense orgasm she experienced at the hands of Margo in the Spa, fucking on the beach and being touched by several other people while applying sunscreen for her all came together to make her outright randy. Her upbringing told her that such thoughts were wrong, and she should be holding Peter's hand even now, but her pussy juices were flowing, her nipples were sun kissed and swollen, and her mouth watered at every cock and breast she saw. She couldn't stop thinking about Peter's encouragement that she go play. 

She didn't think of it as "permission" -- as part of their open relationship negotiation they had agreed that permission wasn't necessary as long as they were fully open and honest with each other. Their agreement included each of them exploring their sexuality with others - especially same-sex experiences - alone as long as they gave each other all the juicy details afterward.

Steve found her in the lobby and invited her to sit with him on a couch. He was of course nude, while she was dressed in shorts and a tank top. She felt her nipples stiffen against the fabric as she drank in the sight of his line-free tan and beautiful cock. 

"I just visited Peter and the doctor in the infirmary," Steve began. "The doctor tells me that Peter is very lucky to have only moderate second-degree burns. Anything worse and we would need to call in a med/evac chopper and get him to a burn unit right away. As it is, the doctor tells me that we can handle Peter's needs here for two or three days until he is fully stable and on the road to healing. Then, with painkillers and sedatives he should be able to handle a standard flight back to the States. But, we want what you want. If you want to get Peter to a stateside hospital in Miami, Puerto Rico, or the Virgin Islands we'll call in the med/evac. We'll cover the costs of transportation and your insurance can pick up in the new location. As long as you stay here the treatment is, of course, free." 

"Did you say two or three days?" Joan asked. 

"That's the doctor's best estimate right now," replied Steve. 

"And I could take him home, not to a burn unit?" 

"Better double check that with the doctor, but that's the impression I have." 

"We've got insurance, and I'm sure my parents and his would help, but if we could avoid all that other expense, it sure would be a help," Joan said, feeling relief flood over her as she realized she would be able to do the right thing for Peter and still fulfill her own desires. "You don't know what a relief this news is. Thank you so much, and for creating such an incredible place!" 

"My pleasure," smiled Steve. "I'll keep tabs on Peter's progress, and I want you to join me and a few other guests for dinner prior to the party tonight. I can imagine that you may be feeling somewhat conflicted as a newlywed in a sex resort with an injured spouse.

"Remember that you make all the choices," he continued, "and if you don't want to play or participate you don't have to. All of the staff already know of the situation, and if you need anything, or feel uncomfortable in any situation, you just find a staff member and say so. Remember, too, that all the Activities staff are licensed sex surrogates, with extensive training in counseling, so if you'd just like someone to talk to, I highly recommend any of them. In the meantime, I recommend that you get some breakfast and a little R&R. The doctor tells me that the sedatives will keep Peter asleep at least until early afternoon, but you get 24 hour access to his bedside anytime you want it. We'll even put you on a cot next to him if that's what you want."

Tears of gratitude, exhaustion, and relief streamed down Joan's face. "Thank you so much!" she said softly. "This is the most wonderful place, and you are the most wonderful man in the world." 

With that she leaned over and hugged Steve fiercely. He took the young woman in his arms, brushed a tear from her cheek, and kissed her forehead. Being the horny old man he was he felt his cock stir as he realized how hard her nipples were beneath her tank top, but he was far too much of a gentleman to take advantage of the situation, even if she was willing. Now, that night after dinner might be a different story... 

"If you need anything, just call," he said. "Now go get yourself some breakfast and rest. Have room service bring up a tray if you want. Dinner will be at seven, dress is resort standard, and I'm sure you'll enjoy meeting some of my partners and other guests." 

Reaching for a notepad next to a house phone he continued, "Here is the extension for the infirmary and the direct line to the doctor's residence. Use them whenever you want an update... and yes, the doctor asked me to give you his direct line." 

"Thank you. I'll see you tonight," Joan said as she reluctantly withdrew from the older man's embrace. 

With a smile, Steve left her and she began walking back toward the honeymoon suite.

"Two days!" she thought. She would have at least two more days here at La Playa. The thought delighted and thrilled her. She would visit Peter often, read to him if he wanted, and they could dream together of their new life. And there would also be plenty of time to explore her desires. She was sure Peter would understand and want her to do so - he'd said as much - though she'd still have to fight the guilt of exploring her own needs while Peter was laid up. 

Maybe they could arrange to come back in the future. They would certainly attend some swingers' parties and go to some clubs back home in New York. And she would encourage him to explore his bisexuality on his own back in the real world. 

As she walked and mused, her body continued to feel a mixture of horniness and exhaustion, and her eye caught sight of a sign that read simply "Geppetto's." The toy shop! But unlike the toy shop in the children's story, this shop was filled with toys for adults. 

"I need more than just breakfast and sleep," she said to herself. "I need a good cum, but I'm too tired to put the energy into finding a partner. Maybe they've got a toy, one that I can use on me and maybe on Peter when he gets better!" She turned and walked through the entrance.

It was only 8:30 in the morning, but Geppetto's already contained two or three patrons, and the hostess greeted her with a dazzling island smile. 

"Welcome to Geppetto's," said the lovely chocolate-skinned girl. "Is there something in particular you are looking for?" 

"Thanks, I think I want to just look around first. Wow, I've been in toy and book stores back home, but nothing like this!" Joan enthused as she drank in the sights. 

The store had to be several thousand square feet, and carried every type of adult toy from gag gifts and the predictable flavored condoms through to advanced leather and BDSM devices. The store had done a booming business over the internet months before the resort was completed, and had developed a reputation as one of the most complete outlets in the world. While the products in the store were not a part of the resort vacation package, each guest had an unlimited account, to be billed upon their return home. Joan turned a full circle, then gravitated toward a wall display with a dazzling assortment of dildos and vibrators.

This section was at least fifty feet long and contained everything from pocket rocket vibrators like Joan used to carry in her purse, through dildos that looked so real that they might explode with cum any second (some of them could actually simulate ejaculation) and on to monster schlongs in ebony and neon colors that looked as if they would kill an elephant, much less fit into a human being. 

Joan felt like a kid in a candy shop, and had just as much trouble deciding what to pick as she had in the mall at age seven. She knew she wanted a vibrator, but there were dozens of different kinds, and contrary to her earlier randiness, she now felt shy about asking the attendant for help. Her shyness turned to embarrassment as an almost pretty man who made her think of an aging surfer began to browse just a few feet away.

Joan was just about ready to turn and run out of the store as the bleached blonde man let out a huge sigh . "God they're all so gorgeous, how can I possibly choose?" 

The ice broke at his words. She realized that the man was gay, his voice suggested it and his armbands confirmed it, and knowing that he was having the same difficulties she was made her reply: 

"I know what you mean."

"Are you buying for yourself or a friend?" asked the man. 

"Both, I think," she replied, flushing again with embarrassment but getting a thrill from the very thought of having this discussion with a stranger. 

"I'm buying for Jean Luc, my partner," said the man. "He's such a slut for a really good dildo, and I just love to give him gifts. He has dozens... The whore." 

Joan had a thought and expressed it to the man: "Maybe if you gave me some advice it would help your decision?" she asked. "I want a vibrator, but I don't know if I want a realistic one or one of those that look like they come from Star Trek. And I want my husband, who is exploring his bisexuality, to be able to use it for his pleasure too. I'm Joan, by the way," she said, extending her hand. 

"Gil," said the man, who was dressed in a very brief boxer cut swimsuit and sandals. "Pleased to meet you. Something that will help your husband enjoy anal, huh?" 

"Yeah. What do guys like best?" Joan asked.

"Honey, if I'm choosing for me I always go with real cock," Gil said with a flourish. "But if I have to go with plastic, I look for one with at least a realistic circumsized cock head. The ledge underneath the head feels so good going in and out, know what I mean?" he continued. 

"Yes, I do," Joan replied, thinking of how good Peter's cock head felt when they fucked with a motion that pulled his cock completely out of her pussy and plunged back in. "I've also enjoyed the rabbit style vibrators," Joan said. "I love the way they tickle my clit." 

"Ooh, yeah!" enthused Gil. "I tried one once and it felt great to put it all the way in and feel the rabbit ears on my 'taint.'" 

Joan giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl, looking down and putting her hand over her mouth. When she looked up, her eye went directly to a toy that had both of the features they'd just discussed. It was a vibrating dildo that looked exactly like a real cock (in fact it was made from a cast of a famous porn star) but had a nub on the top of the shaft shaped like the rabbits and dolphins that adorned the other not-so-realistic-looking toys surrounding it. 

"Look at that!" she cried. 

"Oh sweetie, that could be the best of both worlds," responded Gil.

"Would you like to try it out?" asked the hostess, who was something of a gossip and flirt and had been eavesdropping on the conversation. 

Startled by the different voice, Joan gave a little jump, realized what she had done, and blushed again. 

"What do you mean about trying it out, honey?" Gil asked. 

"We have demonstration models of all of our toys, and private rooms for your shopping pleasure," the young girl got the line from her training class out perfectly. "All the toys are professionally sterilized in between try outs," she continued. 

"You mean I could go in a dressing room and, you know..." asked Joan. 

"Yes, of course!" replied the girl. "I'll show you to a room and retrieve your demonstration model. You can even pick out several different ones if you'd like."

Joan's head spun a bit and she felt her pussy gush. Gil noticed a wet spot forming on her shorts. Even though he was confirmed gay, a pretty woman was still pleasing to the eye, and he was getting a kick out of the sexy talk. 

"Okay," said Joan. "I won't need any other models, just the one." 

"Of course, ma'am. And you, sir?" the girl asked. 

"What?" said Gil, coming out of his reverie. 

"Would you like to try a toy?" 

"Oh my god, yes!" said Gil. "Give me this dildo, it looks just like Master Paul," he said, naming the resort's Dungeon Master. 

"Good choice," replied the girl. "And it is molded direct from a casting of Master Paul's penis," she said. "Now, will you be needing separate rooms, or do you want to join each other?"

The last question gave both guests pause. They hadn't thought of that. Gil was gay, and had no real lust for the woman next to him, but what a kinky twist it might be to get off with a girl. Joan had similar thoughts, with the voyeuristic side of her sexual personality asserting itself and making her nipples harden yet again. They looked at each other. Both were afraid to offend the other by saying yes, but both hoped the other would say it. 

A silent understanding dawned between them. They smiled shyly, and said, "One room," in unison. 

"Fine. If you would just follow me?" invited the hostess as she began leading them to the back of the store.

Along one wall were six identical doors. "Pick any one you like, they're all the same," said the girl as she moved toward the door to the back of the store. "I'll be right back with your choices." 

The rooms contained everything you would expect in a normal boutique dressing room: hooks for clothes, a mirror (actually several, including fully mirrored ceilings) and a bench. But these rooms were a good bit larger than most dressing rooms, and included a day bed on one wall and a loveseat couch on the other. One other item not seen in the typical dressing room was the small bowl of condoms, dental dams, and packets of lube on the bench, a ubiquitous feature at La Playa. Gil chose a door and bowed Joan in ahead of him. They left the door open until the hostess came back, and made small talk as they waited, both sitting on the loveseat.

The hostess came in the room with two plastic boxes under her arm and rubber gloves on her hands. "Here we are," she said breezily, sounding to Joan more like a salesgirl in a dress shop than someone selling adult "marital aids." 

The girl put the boxes down on the bench and broke plastic tape seals on each. "We seal the boxes after they have been sterilized to ensure no accidental contamination," the girl explained, handing each patron his requested item. 

She leaned over Joan, showing her how to twist the bottom of the vibrator to turn it on, off and adjust vibration speed. Gil took his dildo, hefted it in his hand with a hungry look on his face, and reached for the bowl of condoms. He was an experienced gay swinger who had seen too many people either die or have their lives changed forever to take any risks. He passed a condom to Joan as well.

"I hope you like your selections," said the hostess as she withdrew from the room. "You can adjust the lighting with this knob," she said, giving the rheostat a twist to lower the lights, "and if you need anything, just flip this switch," she pointed to a common-looking light switch, "and I'll be right in. Enjoy!" And with that, she closed the door.

You could cut the sudden tension in the room with a knife. Their body language spoke volumes as Joan and Gil fully realized what they were proposing to do. Here they were, two strangers, who were not necessarily sexually attracted to each other, having met just a few minutes before, and they were about to masturbate together using expensive sex toys. 

Joan giggled, and Gil flushed a bit as he chided himself for shyness. "Here I am, an experienced swinger, at a sex resort, and I feel like a schoolboy on my first date," Gil said to break the tension. 

"I know," said Joan. "Isn't it amazing how our culture and upbringing influences us even when we logically know that we could walk out that door and see twenty people doing all kinds of things to each other in less than thirty seconds?" 

"Yeah, well, I'm kinda embarrassed and kinda turned on at the same time," replied Gil. 

"Me too, and I've been horny all morning, so I think I'll just give this thing a try," said Joan, ripping open the condom package and rolling the rubber onto the vibrator.

Gil stood up, the condom-covered dildo in his hand, and said, "I'll take the bed, if that's alright." 

"Sure," replied Joan, as she put her hands on the bottom of her tank top, hesitated, thought, 'Coward,' to herself and pulled the top over her head in one smooth motion. 

"I may be gay, but those are some really nice tits," complimented Gil. 

"Thank you, and you have a great six pack going there." 

"Well, it might be cliché for a gay man to be in shape, but I really like the way I look," he replied as he lowered his shorts. 




La Playa Ch. 09



"Ooh, nice," purred Joan as his half-turgid member flopped into view. Gil blushed, then boldly ran his hand up his side and out onto his rapidly hardening cock. Joan shimmied out of her shorts, lay back, and spread her legs. The view itself did little for Gil, but the situation fired all his cylinders up. This was going to be fun!

Gil grabbed a packet of lube and lay back on the bed as Joan turned her vibrator on and applied it to her left nipple. She felt so nasty doing this, and she was a little worried how Peter might react, but all the emotions of the last twelve hours were coming into an intense focus on her pussy right now, demanding release as her lips engorged and spread open while her nipples became rock hard bundles of nerve endings. 

Gil lubed up his dildo (he already knew he'd make the purchase) and rolled onto his back, throwing his legs above his shoulders and exposing his ass to Joan. She groaned in approval and moved the vibrator down to her stomach. Gil then emptied the rest of the pack of lube onto his free hand and applied it to his asshole, inserting one and then two fingers to loosen himself for his prize. 

Joan rolled her left nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand as her right moved the vibrator around her mound. She was fascinated by the display of raw, dirty sex just a few feet away, and realized that she could learn a lot about how to please Peter and what he would experience in the world of bisexuality from this experience. For instance, she saw how Gil was spreading his fingers as they moved in and out of his hole, loosening his sphincter for the invasion to come, and understood that this same technique would work on her own or anyone else's ass. 

When she fucked Peter with her strap-on it always took several minutes of painful thrusts for him to loosen up and begin to enjoy the ride. If she spent just a couple extra minutes not just lubing him, but also loosening his muscles he might begin enjoying the fuck much sooner. She put the vibrator firmly on top of her mound and pressed in, transferring the vibrations deep into her entire pelvis.

Gil then used both hands to position the dildo at his anus. He rubbed it in circles all around his hole, pressing and relaxing to continue loosening his sphincter muscle. Then he positioned the plastic glans directly on his hole, took in a long breath and pressed the dildo in as he exhaled. As he knew it would, his well trained asshole opened up not unlike a woman's vagina and almost sucked the plastic phallus in. 

"Ahhh, yeah," he moaned as the fourth inch moved inside and the head of the dildo first hit his prostate. It wasn't a long dildo as dildos go, nor was it very fat. It was just the perfect type for a good wanking and fucking session. 

"You would not believe how good this feels," Gil said, taking a chance that his companion would respond well to talk. 

"It looks like you're really enjoying it," said Joan. "I know I'm not only enjoying this toy but also watching you," she said as she moved the realistic shaft up and down her slit. 

Gil changed position slightly so he could see her better. "Put it in," he said. "I want to see that dick disappear into your pussy while I fuck myself." 

Joan now forgot the last of her worries and her whole attention focused on her sex as this lewd stranger gave her instructions on masturbation. Her pussy was leaking like a sieve, forming a big wet spot on the material of the love seat, and the large vibrating penis slipped smoothly into her vagina. Less than an hour ago she was wracked by guilt and worry, but now she was a purely sexual being, and knew the physical release she sought would be swift and sure.

Gil began to pump the facsimile of Master Paul with his left hand and moved the right to his cock. He still had a little lube on his hand, and he hissed in pleasure as he took his now fully inflated pole and gave it its first strokes. Some instinct told him not to try to prolong this experience, even though he had been known to tease himself for as much as an hour before letting himself reach climax. The woman sitting across from him was beginning to writhe, her breasts swaying back and forth as the shaft of her toy hit bottom and the rabbit nub sought out her clit. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh," she moaned with her eyes closed, her head swinging from side to side. 

"Fuck, you are hot," exclaimed Gil as he watched his new friend enjoy herself. 

Joan's eyes opened slowly and she smiled as she replied, "So are you. I love seeing that beautiful cock moving in and out of your asshole. Does your cock feel good in your hand? My cock feels incredible inside my pussy!" 

Gil boggled as the young woman who was given to embarrassed giggling just a few minutes ago boldly expressed her feelings and desires as she began to saw the electronic phallus in and out of her hole.

Joan buried the vibrator in her pussy, getting the rabbit ears right against her clit, and turned the knob to increase the toy's speed as her other hand pinched and twisted her nipples. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow as mini-orgasms built within her like waves. She stared at the plastic dick moving in and out of Gil's ass, and noticed the glisten of pre-cum on that lovely real cock she wanted to wrap her lips around. 

She couldn't remember ever feeling so wanton, so dirty, or so free. Just four days ago she could count her sexual partners on one hand as she spoke her vows in her lily white dress. In the subsequent days she had been ravaged multiple times in both public and private by her new husband, had multiple strangers' hands all over her body, experienced the thrill of enemas and other spa treatments, and now was jilling off with a gay man she had just met. These experiences left her feeling liberated and she realized it just made her love Peter all the more. The little girl had finally grown up, and now a woman in her sexual prime was emerging. She groaned in passion as the vibrator worked magic on her clit.

Gil was pumping both hands faster, fucking himself from both sides as he watched Joan's skin flush and saw her eyes glaze over. His new friend suddenly screamed, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" and thrashed her head from side to side as her body convulsed to the rhythm of the vibe. Juices squirted from her pussy, drenching her hand, upper thighs and the couch. This was the perfect trigger for Gil, seeing pleasure overwhelm another person, and he felt his eruption build rapidly. 

He pumped the dildo in fast, short strokes, accelerated his masturbation and moaned incoherently as jets of thick, gooey cum spurted up onto his chest and jaw. Some of his semen was flung wildly, splattering his knee and even hitting the wall above his head. He came and came, groaning and moaning a cross between the words "Yes" and "Oh god." 

Joan's orgasm surprised her. She knew it was building, but she was unprepared for both the speed and intensity of her cum. One moment she was feeling her vagina convulse in another mini-orgasm as she watched the rubber cock plunge in and out of Gil's butt, and the next she was totally out of control, screaming out and thrashing about like a madwoman. She jammed the vibrator hard against her clit, and felt herself gush juices all over. 

She had never felt such an intense orgasm, and had never been a squirter before. Now she wet her hand, thighs, and the couch with flood after flood of that rare and tasty liquid. She had her left breast crushed in her left hand as her right manipulated the magic wand that was taking her pussy to heights she never imagined were possible.

They came. Guttural moans and high pitched screams were heard throughout the shop for several long moments, then silence fell once again as the few patrons exchanged knowing glances and grins. Joan and Gil writhed almost in unison, Joan sliding toward the floor as Gil began to withdraw the plastic pleasure stick from his ass. 

Joan gathered her wits enough to keep herself from sliding all the way, and redirected her body to jump up on the day bed next to Gil, holding the still vibrating toy up like an Oscar statuette for her new best friend to see. They writhed together, smearing each other's fluids on their bodies, giggling and tickling like school girls on a sleep over. And finally they kissed. Not the illicit kiss of secret lovers, the passionate kiss of soul mates, nor the innocent kiss of siblings, but the kiss of best friends who had opened a new country in their hearts for each other. Friends who had shared something no one else would ever experience.

A quiet knock on the door, followed by the entrance of the hostess with warm towels broke their embrace and the moment. They parted and thanked the girl. 

Each said, "I'll take one," and then they cleaned each other with the citrus-scented amenities. 

"Honey, you are one hot diva!" enthused Gil as he sat up and reached for his shorts. "You can come around my place any time you need a cum." 

Joan smiled languidly. She could feel the sleep she so desperately needed catching up with her. 

"I would love for you to meet Peter sometime, especially when he's healthy again," she said to her new pseudo-lover. 

"What do you mean, 'healthy' dear?" asked Gil. 

"Oh, he's in the infirmary with severe sunburn. He'll be there a couple of days and then we'll have to go home early," Joan explained, a sad frown crossing her face. 

"Sweetie, you just leave everything to Daddy Gil for the next two days! I'll help you with Peter, and you can meet Jean Luc - he's going to be insanely jealous - and hang out with us." 

"Oh, thanks so much, but I'll be alright. You're a dear and I'm glad we met. I'm in the Honeymoon Suite. Why don't you bring Jean Luc up for drinks at happy hour?" 

"It's a date," replied Gil, slipping on his shorts.

Joan stood and gathered her clothes. She decided that she was just too tired to put them on, and stumbled slightly as they left the room. 

"Honey, you are dead on your feet," said Gil, taking on the mothering role. "I'm taking you up to your room and putting you to bed." 

Joan smiled wanly and nodded to the girl, who brought them each a nicely wrapped box that held their new toys. 

"Everyone is being so nice to me. I just don't know how to thank you," mumbled Joan. "Is it this place, or are all swingers so nice?" 

"It's both, dear," said Gil. "Swingers are a great bunch of people. The best are truly open and caring. And this isn't just a swinger resort, La Playa is heaven on earth!" 

And with that, Gil put his arm around the young woman to support her, she lay her head on his shoulder, and they walked out of the shop.



La Playa Ch. 10



Many thanks once again to Susurrus for his expert editing!


Larry and Laura arrived at the launch dock mid-morning on Wednesday, and took a seat under an awning to wait for Jack and Diane. They had made this date on Monday after meeting the sexy couple at this same dock and sharing a great adventure with them on the Isle of Eros. Jack and Diane had introduced them to some of the thrills of bisexuality that day, and the two couples became instant friends. They had dined and played together the previous night, and had agreed to a different approach to the day's outing.

Both couples were experienced swingers. Coincidentally, both had only enjoyed same room full swap and the girls decided that separate full swap might be a fun bit of extra spice to add to the day, especially if they twisted the concept of "full swap" with bisexuality. So they agreed the previous evening that Jack would pair with Laura and Larry with Diane for the first few hours, exploring the island and having whatever fun presented itself. Then, the four of them would meet for lunch, pairing off boy-boy and girl-girl for the remainder of the afternoon.

Larry was a little afraid that Jack would have an intense emotional effect on Laura, since he was in better shape than Larry, had blonde hair and a devilish grin kind of like Robert Redford, who was Laura's heart throb. Jealousy and "cheating" were always just under the surface in the lifestyle, and experienced swingers were bound to see a few fights and marital blow-ups at parties and clubs. Swinging was definitely not appropriate for many couples, but for those who understood both its possibilities and its limitations, could maintain some degree of separation of sex from emotion (an admittedly difficult prospect), and who had a healthy relationship in the rest of their life, it could provide some wonderful bonuses. 

Larry knew that was why so many swingers were middle-aged, and why you often found couples who were on their second or third marriages before they found each other and clicked in the lifestyle. You had to be mature and self-confident enough to handle the emotional challenges. He turned to look at Laura who was beaming at him.

"What's the grin for?" he asked with a smile of his own. 

"I noticed how intently you were thinking just now. I know exactly what thoughts were going through your head, and that made me think of how very much I love you," answered Laura. 

"You had a worry about this full swap idea, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it," she continued. "We wouldn't be normal if we didn't worry at least a little bit, but it's being aware of each other's feelings, respecting each other as individuals, and giving each other the freedom to grow that swinging is really all about, isn't it?" 

"Well, that and having free access to all the pussy a man can imagine," Larry grinned. 

He ducked as she swept the large floppy sun hat she was wearing off and toward his head, then came back up and took her in his arms. 

"I love you, Woman, and I'm proud of you. Thank you for being so amazing. I hope you have a great time with Jack today, and with Diane. You two seem to have really hit it off." 

Laura smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "That's my wonderful Neanderthal," she said, patting him on the head. "You know you have nothing to worry about. Really, it probably ought to be me worrying that Jack will steal you away after last night," she observed. 

Last night Larry had fucked his first male ass, and had been quite taken by the way Jack could clamp down on him. Larry hadn't returned the favor, and remained an anal virgin, but could that last barrier be all that far from crumbling? 

Larry blushed a bit, remembering how incredible Jack's warm canal felt, and said, "Honey, no man could ever replace you. I mean, just look at you!" 

He leaned back and drank her in. She had replaced the floppy straw hat, wore sunglasses that would be stylish on the Costa del Sol, a large shell necklace, no top, and one of her Wicked Weasel bikini bottoms. Light sandals adorned her feet, which also sported three toe rings. She grinned, stood, and did her best Jane Mansfield imitation, thrusting her hips one way and her 36C breasts another, one hand behind her head.

Three wolf whistles cut the air as Larry, Jack, and Diane all expressed their appreciation in near-unison. Jack and Diane were just starting across the boardwalk onto the dock. Diane skipped ahead of her lover/husband and squealed into Laura's arms. The women kissed passionately, then separated slightly and looked into each other's eyes.

"Good morning, Lover," smiled Diane. "You look good enough to eat right here."

"Hey, that's my girl you're groping!" Jack yelled, "At least for this morning." 

"Well, you better bring her back to me in good condition, Don Juan," said Diane. "I have plans for this wench this afternoon!" 

"Hey, what about me?" laughed Larry. "I feel like the ugly step brother all of a sudden." 

"Don't you worry, sweetcakes," Jack cooed as he took Larry's hand and pulled him into an embrace. "I've got similar plans both for this," he boldly squeezed Larry's cock through his Speedo, "and this," he announced, grabbing Larry's ass cheek and giving it a pat. 

"That's right," Diane said, smiling. 

"Jack was talking at breakfast about how you two boys have some unfinished business to take care of. I hope we get to watch!" she said as she squeezed Laura's nipple. 

This flustered Larry a little, who had only opened the door to gay sex a couple days earlier, but he covered his embarrassment with bravado saying, "Well, it'll be up to you to get me ready for him, Honey! Let's get on the boat."

They gathered their beach bags and boarded the launch, which had arrived at the dock a couple of minutes before. The boatman really loved his work. His passengers were a constant visual feast. The one woman with the big straw hat and no top had luscious looking tits. And the next couple, both completely nude except for matching straw cowboy hats, puka necklaces, and sandals looked like movie stars. He had learned already that he needed to beat off on every break to be able to maintain concentration for safely delivering his passengers to their Island of Love.

Diane said, "Uh uh, you two," as Larry and Laura began to sit down side by side. "Pairing off begins officially right now, and Laura, you are in my space!" 

With a giggle, Laura got up and moved past Diane, tweaking a nipple ring as she passed, to take a seat next to Jack. Diane, though, sat down directly into Larry's lap. 

"Hi, Lover," she murmured as she nuzzled into his lips for kiss. "Did you bring along the butt plug I told you to get?" 

Diane knew instinctively that a man like Larry would need encouragement and coaching to achieve full situational bisexuality. She doubted that he had a truly bi or gay bone in his body. Instead, she thought of her new friend as a hedonist who had intellectually come to the conclusion that good sex was good sex, no matter what the actual act entailed, and was thus open to bisexual situations. Her assessment was right on, and Larry responded well. 

"Yes'm," Larry replied. "I suppose you and Jack are a-wearin' them cowboy hats to do some bronc busting today?" he asked in an exaggerated drawl. 

"Sugar, the only thing that will be busted today is your cherry!" enthused Diane as she smothered his mouth and thrust her tongue down his throat.

Jack and Laura were similarly engaged on the other side of the launch as it made the short trip out to the Isle of Eros. Laura had a hand wrapped around Jack's rapidly hardening eight inches, and Jack had Laura's left nipple between a thumb and forefinger as they kissed. Jack thought Laura's tits were truly perfect. He loved Diane's 38C chest, but found that Laura's smaller breast fit into his palm ideally, and her nipples were incredibly responsive. Laura swooned a bit as the cock in her hand grew and the man attached to it twisted her nipple, sending strong sex signals throughout her body. This was going to be a fun day!

The boatman kissed the launch to the small dock on the island, and his passengers broke their various embraces almost reluctantly. A third couple, inspired by the foursome, broke off from the licking the one man was giving his friend's nipples and jumped up on the dock. 

"Thanks again, Nigel," said Jean Luc as he waved at the boatman and grabbed Gil's hand for the walk to the beach. 

"Yes, Nigel, we appreciate the ride," said Diane, picking up the boatman's name and blowing him a kiss as she stepped across the gunwale. 

"Anytime, missy, anytime!" Nigel grinned at the nude woman as he realized that the two couples were disembarking in different pairings than they boarded in.

"Hi, and welcome back," smiled Jacklyn, the Beach Service Coordinator. "Will you folks want to share a palapa again today?" 

"You have a good memory," said Laura, "but today we'd like separate palapas, if two are available." 

"Yes, and we'd like some distance between them, if that's possible," chimed in Diane. She gave the lovely resort employee a devilish grin saying, "We're playing a little game today." 

"Sure, no problem," Jacklyn replied. 

"There weren't as many people here early this morning. I guess the BDSM class took it out of some of them last night," she said with a laugh. "How about Palapa 12 for you," she gestured to Jack and Laura, "and Palapa 3 for you?" 

"That will be fine, Jacklyn," replied Laura. "I don't suppose we could get you to reserve a table for four at the Cabana at noon as well?" 

"Of course. I'll go put the reservation sign on it right away. The gong will ring at noon to announce lunch. You all remember about using the flags to call for service, and to be extra careful about the sun, don't you? We have a guest in the infirmary today who didn't heed that advice yesterday." 

"We'll be careful. Promise," Jack assured her, once again appreciating the tanned beauty whose breasts stood out under the gauze of her see-through uniform top. 

"Then have a great day, and we'll see you at noon!" Jacklyn said as she waved them toward the beach.

The foursome walked together as far as Palapa 3, then paused to say their farewells. 

"Have fun, Sweetheart, and don't worry," said Laura to Larry as she kissed him reassuringly. "You're the guy I'll be sitting next to when the plane takes off on Saturday. I promise." 

"You too, Woman," Larry said as he gave his wife a warm hug. 

"You'll have him all primed for me?" Jack asked Diane in a low voice as they shared their own embrace. 

"You betcha, Tiger," smiled Diane as she pressed her pierced nipples into his chest. "And don't wear that pretty pussy out for me. I'm feeling like she's going to be a special lover for a long time." 

"You wonderful slut!" Jack laughed as he cupped his wife's ass cheeks, pulled her closer still, and soul kissed her one more time. 

With that, Jack released Diane and grabbed Laura's hand, saying, "Come on, Wench, I need suntan lotion on some tender parts!" He shot over his shoulder as he walked away with his friend's wife, " Have fun with the slut, Larry!" then dragged Laura off down the beach.

Larry and Diane took care of the business of sunscreen first, taking Jack's cue. Of course, they spent extra time on each other's erogenous zones, and kissed hungrily throughout the process. 

"Now where is that butt plug, Lover?" Diane asked as she reached for a few packets of lube in the palapa's supply box. 

Larry reached into the beach bag and removed a small box he had picked up at Geppeto's just after breakfast. It contained a copper colored bullet butt plug that the hostess in the shop had told him was recommended for extended wear. During a long, slow fuck they had shared the previous night, with Diane atop him as Jack plowed Laura from behind over on the sofa, Diane had whispered in his ear about the incredible pleasures of anal sex. 

She had painted a picture with her creative mind that became cemented in Larry's as he fucked Jack later. Then she whispered her instructions for him to pick up the plug before coming to the island as they said their goodbyes. The whispering gave the event an illicit flavor, though Larry wouldn't have been surprised to learn that Laura and Jack knew all about Diane's furtive scheming, and indeed that Laura had approved the plan when she and Diane had been slow dancing right after dinner. 

Larry opened the box and handed the butt plug, a little uncertainly, to Diane. 

"Be gentle. Go slow, please?" he pleaded with her. 

"Don't worry, sweetie, when I'm done with you, this will feel great. Now lie down on the chaise and let Lady Diane get at you." 

Larry spread a towel, removed his Speedo (why had he bothered, he wondered) and lay down on the oversized lounge. He drew his knees up half way to his chest, and Diane settled her elegant derriere down beside him. She pressed his knees apart, leaned over and using only her lips took his semi-flaccid member in her mouth and sucked down to the base. 

This was only the second time Larry had experienced Diane's suctioning lips, and he moaned his approval and relaxed his head back on the recliner. Diane tongued, licked, and sucked his shaft like the expert she was, all the while opening the package of lube, lubricating and setting aside the plug, then moving her fingers toward Larry's ass. At her urging Larry slipped lower in the chair and pulled his knees to his chest as she tongued his balls. Then she used her thumbs to spread his cheeks and trailed her tongue down from his balls to his anus, rimmed him for several seconds, then licked back up again. She repeated this move several times before she moved a thumb to his hole and began circling it. 

Using a combination of spit and lube she circled his asshole, pressing in slightly harder with her thumb on every third revolution, until suddenly her thumb slipped into his anal cavity. With that, she swallowed his now-hard shaft once again right down to the base. Man, could this girl suck cock!

Larry moaned loudly as this sexual dynamo manipulated his cock and ass. He found himself unconsciously moving his hips, trying to get more of the invading digit in his ass. Diane sensed his readiness, and replaced her thumb with two fingers, beginning an instant pumping motion. She matched the movements of her neck and fingers, sucking this sweet cock and finger-fucking the ass that her husband would deflower later in the day with gusto. 

After a number of thrusts she modified her fucking, spreading her fingers slightly more on each out stroke, and making sure to add more lube as she went. When she judged he was loose enough, she added a third finger and began a circular motion with her wrist, all the time giving him one of the best blowjobs of his life. Larry was in ecstasy, and felt his cum building in his balls. 

"Oh god, baby, that is so good!" moaned Larry. "You're going to have to slow down or I'm going to cum!" 

Diane lifted her mouth from his organ and responded, "That's what I want, Lover. I want your cum in my mouth right now while I fuck your ass. Give me your juice, baby. Don't worry, I know how to make sure you have more for later!" 

And she plunged her lips and tongue back down his cock. Larry's smaller mind took control at the sexy words, and he let out another groan as she resumed her cocksucking. It was when her fingers penetrated deeply enough to hit his prostate that he lost all control. Guttural grunts escaped his throat, his eyes clenched tight, and he lifted his ass into the air, thrusting up to meet the mouth that pounded up and down on his shaft as he exploded. Diane felt his asshole clenching rhythmically around her fingers as she captured, but did not swallow, the pulses of seed that drenched her throat. She moaned her encouragement around the rock hard shaft as she milked his cum for all she was worth.

As she felt Larry's body begin to relax and settle back down on the chaise she simultaneously released the suction on his cock and reached for the butt plug with her free hand. Removing the three fingers from his ass and leaning up to kiss him, she easily slipped the small bullet into his rear as she passed him his own cum to taste. This brought on a second mini-orgasm in Larry as the plug passed his relaxed sphincter and his mind enjoyed the nasty pleasure that this minx was offering him. 

They swapped his cum back and forth a few times before a thought hit him and he made a show of swallowing for her. His ass felt full, but deliciously so. Laura had helped him with an enema this morning, and he had only drunk some papaya and nibbled some fruit for breakfast in the combination of hope, dread, and expectation that Jack would fuck him later.

"Ooh, you're getting to be quite the sybarite!" exclaimed Diane as Larry took her into his arms. 

She loved Jack dearly, and would never leave him, but one of the things she loved about swinging was getting into the arms of the some of the big men, six feet and over and feeling their power. She molded her body to his and slid up and down on the combination of sunscreen and sweat, feeling the delicious pull of her nipple piercings on his chest. Larry let his hands explore this marvelous compact body, so similar to Laura's and yet so different, especially in the size and cushiness of the exquisite teats that massaged his chest and stomach. 

A finger found her prominent clit and flipped the ring that ran through it roughly, causing her body to jerk with each manipulation. Her hand was also busy on his cock, and he was pleasantly surprised to find himself remaining mostly hard after that very intense cum. He realized now that her strategy had been to spend his first cum in the hope of giving him long-lasting staying power, and that she had played her cards perfectly. With that thought he crushed her lips with his own and rolled atop this now placid and willing woman, who only moments before had him completely under her spell. She spread her legs around his torso and guided his hot member toward her pussy with her hand, crying out in delight as the hard manhood speared deep into her belly with one smooth thrust.

Laura, in the meantime, was off in her own ecstatic world. Jack's cock was buried deep in her ass (she had followed the same regimen as Larry that morning of an enema and light breakfast) and she was asking him a constant stream of lewd questions about what he would like to do to her husband as she rode him cowgirl-style under the shade of the palapa. They had chatted amiably during their longer walk, holding hands and discussing the beautiful people on the beach, the pleasures of the resort, and their delight in lucking in to such a compatible pairing of couples that first morning on the boat. Like Larry and Diane they had liberally applied sunscreen to each other as they settled in to their designated location, then had moved into a torrid sixty-nine.

Laura had a hard time with the extra size of Jack's cock in her throat. She wondered to herself again about the diversity of nature and the fact that her man, considerably bigger than Jack in most ways, was smaller than him in the cock department. True, there was only an inch difference in their length, but Jack's cock was also fatter. This worried her a bit when she thought of Larry giving up his anal cherry to this monster, but then she remembered the plan Diane had shared with her and all their careful preparations. Then the thought occurred to her that she could test out the size of this cock ahead of time for her horny but anally inexperienced husband. Laura was one of the relatively rare women who genuinely enjoyed anal sex, which always made her a hit with the guys at various swinger parties and venues. 

She lifted her lips from Jack's cock and said, "Hey, stud, how about a nice ass fuck to start your day?" 




La Playa Ch. 10



Jack replied. "What a great idea, baby. How do you want it?" 

Laura got up and grabbed a condom and lube from the box on the palapa pole saying, "Just lie back there, sugar, and let 'ol Laura do all the work." 

Never one to pass up a good thing Jack adjusted the pitch of the chaise lounge's back and reclined, clenching his own butt cheeks to thrust his cock up in a display that an anthro-biologist would have recognized as an instinctive mating dance move. 

Laura perched herself between Jack's legs, gave his cock one more lick from base to head, then rolled the condom smoothly onto his shaft. Next, she ripped open the packet of lube and dribbled a liberal amount onto the rubber-sheathed cockhead and smoothed the slick liquid all up and down his rod. Squeezing the last drops from the disposable packet and tossing it into the trash she used her fingers to spread the rest of the lube on her anus as she moved her body up over Jack's. Jack reached for her hard nipples, clamping onto them and pulling her slightly forward to help position her anus over his cock as she squatted above him, then let her take over as she began the process of penetration.

Laura had let a cock this big into her back door before, and had a great deal of experience with lesser weapons of mass destruction, but she took her time because she wanted to savor every second and every inch of this lovely tool. Holding Jack's cock in place with one hand and steadying herself on the arm of the chaise with the other, she slowly lowered her body and increased the pressure of the bulbous head against her sphincter. 

There was some pain as her anus began to stretch, but pain that would double most men over in agony was standard issue for women in every day life, so she simply lowered herself steadily until she felt the wonderful relief of getting the head past her tight muscle. She stopped and breathed for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the cock in her ass and Jack's hands on her tits as they pinched and pulled roughly, something she responded very well to.

The box on the pole was just in reach, so she grabbed one more packet of lube and handed it to Jack, who knew exactly what to do. He ripped it open, poured the contents out on his fingers, and reached down between them, renewing the lubrication on both his shaft and her anal opening. When he was finished there he moved his now-slick fingers to her clitoris and began rolling it first clockwise and then counter, taking full advantage of the slickness to bring her maximum pleasure as quickly as possible. 

Laura came as she held herself above Jack, throwing her mane of hair back and giving a loud, "Oh yes!" to announce her pleasure. 

As her orgasm subsided and the next one began to build she lowered herself slowly down Jack's shaft until his full eight inches were buried in her rear. Once she felt the smooth skin of his mound against her butt cheeks she leaned forward and planted her mouth on his, moaning and encouraging the fabulous work of his fingers on her clit and nipple as she placed her hands on his chest, both searching for his nipples and positioning her hands for support.

Once she felt secure she began what became for Jack one of the most amazing sex sessions he had ever experienced. He had enjoyed the pleasures of this body several times over the past two days and thought he was getting a feel for what this woman could do, but as they moved into their tenth minute of slow, steady fucking, with her ass clenching and releasing around his cock, he began to realize that he had badly underestimated this lady's capacity for sex. Or perhaps the experiences of this week - and especially the example of Diane, who was a true sexual dynamo - were broadening Laura's horizons.

At any rate, he was further astounded when, in their fifteenth minute of fucking, she began talking to him about anal sex and Larry. 

"You feel so delicious in my ass, darling," Laura panted. "I've never understood why most other girls don't enjoy anal. Oh, they do it because it thrills their husbands or boyfriends, but most really only tolerate it. I love it." 

"What do you love about it?" grunted Jack as he fought off orgasm for the third time, catching his breath and thinking of his high school football coach, the dumbest son of bitch he had ever met. 

"I think I love the fullness and tightness of it the most," she said, "but I just love the feeling of cocks moving in and out of me, no matter if they're in my mouth, my pussy, or my ass.

"I just know that Larry's going to love this, don't you think?" she asked as she moved through a series of short strokes that nearly sent Jack over the edge. 

"I know I am," admitted Jack. 

"And I would love for you to be the one to take his cherry, you stud," Laura grinned. "But you have to be extra gentle with him, at least at first. He's never had anything bigger than my finger back there." 

"Don't worry, sexy," Jack said as he thrust up into her, urging her to pick up her pace. "I would never want to hurt Larry's sweet ass. Besides, I want him to like it so I can fuck him some more this week." 

"God, it turns me on so much to think about you two together," Laura moaned, shaking her head and rolling her hips as she supported herself with both hands.

"Your cock feels so good in my ass," she went on as she had another orgasm from Jack's thumb on her clit. "Keep playing with my clit and fucking my ass forever, Jack." 

"Sure baby, sure, just keep on pumping and we'll go to the moon together." 

"How will you fuck Larry?" Laura asked. "Will you make him ride you like this? Or maybe bend him over the back of a chair?" 

Jack grunted and concentrated on broccoli – that last question had almost done him in. 

"Maybe you'll take him out in the ocean, and make him scream for your cock," Laura continued. 

Her orgasm was building now like a sine wave. Nearly her entire being was focused on the cock in her ass and the thumb on her clit, but she kept enough composure to maintain the stream of lewd talk that she knew was getting to Jack. 

"Tell me, Jack," Laura panted as she kept bouncing steadily up and down, "will you throw my husband's legs over your shoulders and pound his ass while he squirts his load on your chest?" 

"Arrgghh! You incredible slut, you're fucking me right over the edge!" Jack half growled, half yelled. 

"Do you think he'll want to feel your jizz deep inside his ass, or will you pull out and drench his butt cheeks as you cum?" 

Laura knew she had him now, because Jack couldn't even make a sound. His eyes were clenched tightly shut and his shoulders were rigid, but his hips kept pumping up into her rear. 

"And maybe I'll lick your balls, Jack. Would you like that? Would you like it if someone was licking your balls while you take my husband's cherry?" 

As she said this last she grasped the chair arm tightly with her right hand, and let go with her left so she could reach behind her and swipe her fingers slowly over Jack's balls as she clamped down with her sphincter muscle on the up stroke. 

Jack lost it. 

"Fuck! Oh shit, I'm cumming! Oh god, oh fuck ohhhhhhhh..." Jack bucked up off the chaise so hard he nearly bounced Laura right off of him, and spewed his seed so hard he worried the condom would burst. Laura let loose as well, screaming and keening her cum for all on the beach to hear. 

Larry, now slowly fucking Diane to her fourth cum since he climbed atop her said, "Listen. It's Laura, and god is she having a great time!" 

He smiled down at the beautiful Diane, who replied, "So am I, Lover, and I know Jack is, too." And with that she reached between them so she could wiggle his butt plug as he fucked her.

After such a huge cum, Laura collapsed on top of Jack. Sweat poured from her body, her hair matted to her forehead and neck, and her sphincter opened and closed like a camera shutter around Jack's cock as he slowly softened inside her. Jack was panting for breath. He knew that this incredible woman had just ridden him hard for 30 minutes straight. He marveled at her stamina and appetite, and ran his hands up and down her sides to help still her heart. 

"Baby, that was one of the most amazing fucks of my life!" Jack enthused as he stroked her. "Larry is the luckiest guy in the world!" 

Feeling pleased and proud that she had brought her partner and herself to such heights, Laura pressed herself back up into a sitting position astride Jack and kissed him deeply. 

"Diane's pretty lucky herself, to have a cock like yours available anytime she wants," she purred in return. "Let's take a dip and cool down, shall we?" 

As she invited Jack to join her in the ocean, she lifted herself up on slightly shaky knees and began to stand. Jack peeled off the spent condom and rose to join her. 

He pulled the service flag and called out to the attendant, "Please bring us two perfect margaritas on the rocks, no salt down in the water." Then he took his lover's hand and walked toward the water.

Diane had just finished her fifth cum, gasping, "Uncle! I've had enough for a while, you machine!" and playfully pushed Larry up and off her. He hadn't cum and was still rock hard, but knew that this was the ideal way to build up his next explosion, spreading it over the course of several hours. 

"Okay, Wench, since you beg for mercy I'll give you a break. How about a drink to whet our appetites for lunch?" 

"Great idea, Lover. I'd love a mimosa right now." 

Larry pulled the flag and looked around for the attendant, who signaled from a neighboring palapa that she would be right there. 

He turned back to Diane and said, "Where did you learn what you know about sex?" 

"Oh, mostly just picked it up here and there, watching other people, reading stories on the internet and thinking some things were possible and others weren't," she answered. "I did have one great teacher: my psych professor in college, who taught me how to let my inhibitions go during sex. I learned it's okay to act out, be verbal and nasty, or even a little perverted; that it was amazingly liberating, as long as you understand the difference between playtime and real life. How about you? What brought you to expand your boundaries and consider bi?" 

"May we have a pitcher of mimosas, por favor?" Larry said to the lovely young waitress who approached the palapa. She smiled and nodded as she turned off toward the Cabana. 

"What brought me to bi?" Larry mused. "I guess it was a combination of all the erotica online combined with the lifestyle. I was always a big Penthouse Letters fan as a younger man, and started reading porn online on Prodigy before the first Gulf War, which was about the same time that Laura and I started considering swinging to spice up our marriage. 

"I really got into the internet back then. Too into it, really, as I carried on several torrid online affairs during the early days of chat, spending way too many hours online. I grew out of that and really started appreciating the erotica that became more and more available, and realized that I got the biggest kick out of reading stories and the images they created in my mind. Since then it's seemed to me that, at least online, some of the taboos and walls are falling and people are becoming more accepting of sex as sex, no matter what kind of sex between which kinds of people. 

"I found myself especially turned on by foursome stories that had no holes barred, and about this same time got into a little male-male chat sex. Laura and I also stopped talking about it and began swinging, and after a while I found myself looking at the other guys and speculating what their cocks would feel like on my tongue, though I knew I couldn't try it. 

"Things went on like that for a long while. Laura knew of my curiosity and expressed some of her own, and when we first saw the ad for La Playa we knew right then that we had to come. I'm just really pleased we got on the opening guest list. This'll be quite a feather in all our caps at future house parties and club dates back home." 

The waitress returned with a carafe of orange juice and a bottle of champagne on ice, as well as some nifty looking small cocktail glasses wrapped in chilled insulators. She set everything up on a tray near the central pole and mixed them each a drink, said, "Enjoy," then excused herself to answer the next flag. 

"Here's to us!" Diane toasted. 

"Here's to new friends and great sex!" Larry answered, and they both drained their drinks in one slug. As Larry mixed refills he asked, "Would you like to take a walk and see what the other side of the island looks like?" 

"That'd be fun," said Diane, "but first, we need to put on more sunscreen. Turn around." 

With that, she took the bottle and began oiling Larry's nicely tanned back. He had shoulders that said "athlete" at an earlier point in his life, and she found the slight middle-age paunch kind of sexy. They oiled each other down, refilled their drinks again, and walked hand-in-hand to catch the trail next to the Cabana. 

"I'll make sure your OJ and wine stay iced," their waitress said to them as they passed. 

"Thank you so much. You're wonderful, and so pretty!" Diane answered the girl, who blushed despite her dark complexion.

Jack and Laura cavorted in the wave-less water (the beach was on the sheltered side of the island). washing off the sweat and cum, wetting and slicking back their hair, pinching and tickling playfully, then coming together in a deep, soulful kiss which they broke when their attendant called out from the shore. 

"Excuse me, senor y senora, your drinks." 

The lovers separated and waded up to the handsome young man who stuck a nifty tripod stand into the sand, that had a flat top with two holes cut to size to hold their drink glasses, which were also wrapped in frozen insulators. Despite these precautions, Jack knew the tropical sun would soon water the drinks down. 

"Gracias, senor," said Jack to the attendant, who bowed slightly and returned to his duties. 

Jack and Laura took their drinks, clinked the glasses together in a toast, and drank deeply of the liquid that was the same color as the water over the shallow sands of the lagoon. 

"My, that is good," Laura sighed. 

"Come on, let's wade back out and stay in the water for a few minutes, then we can go back and re-sunscreen," said Jack, who was cautious about the power of El Sol.

They splashed back out until the water hit them between the knee and thigh, then sat down on the sandy bottom. This submerged them so their shoulders were just barely under water, and they held their drinks somewhat awkwardly above the tiny wavelets rippling the surface. 

"Should've brought that stand along," said Jack. 

"That's okay, Honey, we'll only stay a few minutes," said Laura. "I'm still losing my bikini lines, and have to be careful not to burn my nips." 

"We certainly wouldn't want to hurt those beauties," Jack laughed, then took a breath, ducked his head, and suckled briefly. 

She slapped the top of his head playfully and squirmed in the sand. 

"Let's take a walk after we finish our drinks and work up an appetite for lunch," she suggested as Jack shook the water from his hair. 

"I can think of a lot of great ways to work up an appetite with you, you nymph," Jack grinned. 

"Well, maybe you'll just have to have an appetizer as we walk," laughed Laura. "I understand they have play beds scattered all over." 

They kissed and each pulled deeply on their margaritas again, then in silent concordance rose from the water and walked back to the beach. Jack carried the little stand back to their palapa, and sat it with their now empty glasses just inside the shade of the grass thatch. 

"More sunscreen first," said Laura. "This stuff says it's waterproof, but like you said, we wouldn't want to hurt these," she said playfully, making a show of rubbing the oil deeply into her tits. 

"Hey, that's my job!" protested Jack, who joined her, helped her finish anointing her body, then worked with her to cover his own. That done, they slipped on their sandals, joined hands, and took off down the end of the trail nearest their palapa, the opposite end from the trail head at the Cabana.

The two couples were now walking around opposite ends of the island along a trail that would bring them together at the highest point on the tiny piece of land. They saw an incredible array of sights, from the lovely landscaping of the island, trees filled with calling birds, to the power of the ocean waves as they came around to the exposed side of the island that protected the tiny bay of La Playa. Steve had armored this shore with native boulders, and the waves made an impressive display as they broke and sprayed water high into the air. 

Larry and Diane walked out where the spray could cool them for a few minutes, then continued along the trail to the high point, where they stopped to drink in the view. Along the way they passed two or three play beds, all of which were in use by guests enjoying sex au naturel. This got both their minds working and juices flowing as they approached the empty play bed at the overlook.

Jack, an avid gardener, had been excited by the landscaping along the trail, and was distracted from his partner. He babbled a bit about various plants that he particularly liked, and pointed out some orchids growing from notches in the trees. Laura played the role of supportive companion well, but the margarita was once again lowering her inhibitions, and she wanted that big cock in her pussy soon. 

She brushed his ass as he leaned over to examine a flower, stood close so her tits would rub his arm and cupped his balls as he pointed out the orchids, flicking a nipple with her fingernail as they walked. These advances soon sent Farmer Jack packing, and reminded him that the woman he was with was experiencing the hunger of new relationship energy and would be his for the taking. 

He noticed an empty play bed and beckoned toward it, but Laura wanted to go to the top of the low hill and check that out, extending the pleasure of the tease. They passed more play beds along the way - these also occupied - and Jack was disappointed to see that there was a play bed already in use at the top of the island.

Larry was eating Diane, feasting upon her pussy as the island breezes caressed their naked skin on the awning-topped bed. It was a huge platform, bigger than a California King bed frame, and the pad was covered in a soft but sturdy linen material. Some cylindrical pillows were scattered around, one of which was under Diane's head, another under her hips to lift her sex into the perfect position. 

She was moaning softly, eyes closed and head tossing back and forth, enjoying the buzz of the champagne and the roughness of Larry's tongue on her nether lips. True to form, she let her inhibitions go, using body language to encourage Larry to rim her as well as lick her pussy, and her mind wandered into a fantasy. She imagined another couple coming up the hill and joining them on the bed. She would love to feel two more sets of lips on her body, one for each nipple. 

Her eyes flickered open as she heard a familiar female voice say "Oh, look who it is! Fancy meeting you two here!"

Jack and Laura recognized their spouses quickly as they neared the bed. Larry was on his knees between Diane's legs, and Jack felt a thrill sweep through his loins as he saw the butt plug protruding from his wife's lover's ass. Diane was obviously enjoying the ministrations, but smiled warmly as Laura called out her greeting. Larry rose from Diane's pussy, and Laura rushed over and kissed him, licking his lips and tongue, savoring Diane's taste on his chin. 

"Hey, mister, are you the kind of man to leave a lady hanging?" laughed Diane, who had just been soul-kissed by her own spouse. "Get back down there and get back to work. Come on you two, there's plenty of room for us all," she said as she grabbed Larry by the ear, pulling him toward her crotch, and scooting her body over to open up more bed for her two other lovers.




La Playa Ch. 10



"I did offer you an appetizer, didn't I?" Laura asked coyly, smacking her lips as she continued to savor Diane's excellent taste. 

"Pussy Pu Pu sounds like a great first course," Jack laughed, and gestured her down on the bed. He took up a similar position to Larry's and dove into the inviting sight of Laura's spread thighs.

The two men worked steadily, but with very different techniques. Larry's large tongue lapped the full length of Diane's sex - from asshole to clit - on every stroke, with his nose also brushing strategic locations as he feasted. Jack concentrated first on nibbling Laura's labia, grabbing and pulling gently with his teeth. Then as he noticed her labia filling and distending, his tongue began the search for her clit, quickly finding the underside and encouraging it with rapid strokes to fill with blood and rise from her deep folds. 

The two women lay side-by-side, gazing into each other's eyes and holding hands. They blew kisses to each other and reached over to stroke breasts and nipples as their men serviced them. They were falling in love with each other, and were both so happy to have understanding and supportive husbands.

Soon the two women writhed beneath their lovers' tongues, scooting their bodies closer together so they could maul each other's tits and kiss. Their men, both expert and highly experienced pussy lickers, sensed their need and concentrated on their clits. Unbeknownst to each other, they also began finger fucking their lovers simultaneously. 

Jack quickly found Laura's G-spot, and Diane maneuvered her ass so Larry's forefinger brushed hers on every stroke. Diane and Laura let themselves go, and quickly built to nice orgasms. Laura pulled on the rings in Diane's nipples as Larry flicked her clit ring back and forth with his tongue, making Diane whimper as she came. Jack massaged Laura's G-spot in a counter-clockwise motion as his tongue lashed her clit, sending her silently over the edge. The two women bucked and mashed their lips together, then brushed each other's hair and cheeks as they smiled into loving eyes.

Diane and Laura knew they needed to take care of the guys now, but Diane had an idea that her three other lovers immediately endorsed. 

"Daisy chain!" she cried out as she spun her body and dove onto Larry's cock. 

The four bodies twisted and turned until they ended up, head lying on thighs, in a hetero chain. Diane sucked Larry's tool as he ate his wife out, and Laura gobbled Jack as he licked Diane's familiar pussy. Since Laura and Diane had cum, the focus was on pleasing the guys, but all four hedonists got the pleasure of a hot mouth and tongue on their genitals. Diane played with Larry's butt plug as she sucked, moving it just millimeters in and out, and marveling at the powerful suction of his ass on the silicone invader. 

Larry was practically drowning in Laura's juices; she was so turned on by kissing her lesbian lover as her lover's husband ate her out in the presence of her own spouse just seconds ago. Laura, meanwhile, was trying to suck Jack's nuts right up through the straw of his cock. She wanted Jack to like her as much as Diane obviously did, so that she could build the relationship with Diane over time. For his part, Jack focused on eating Diane just the way he knew she liked it, pulling her clit ring between his teeth and shaking his head in small strokes side to side.

The lovers went at each other with gusto, each in their own world of pleasure but also focusing on reflecting that pleasure back out to the pussy or cock in his or her mouth. They had been in this position many times before at parties and clubs, but never with other people they felt quite so connected to. Maybe it was the uniqueness of the place and circumstance, but this foursome all felt real affection for each other, to a degree that would be unusual in a typical swing setting. 

The tug between Diane and Laura was particularly strong, but Larry had really connected with Diane that morning, Jack felt that Laura was a potential sexual superstar in the making, and Larry and Jack felt a strong camaraderie, heightened by the sexual favors they had already exchanged and by anticipation of things to come. Moans, groans, and writhing passed on all the verbal and nonverbal messages the swingers needed.

Larry didn't want to cum. He was afraid that he'd be unable to perform the rest of the day, and it wasn't even noon. However, Diane's talented mouth, combined with the way she was fucking the butt plug in and out of his ass were too much. And he had never seen Laura gush as much girl juice or taste as sweet as she did right at that moment. 

His orgasm took him almost before he could react. He moaned loudly, almost sobbing into his wife's vagina, and came. 

Diane had been thirsty for this cum, and she drank it all down. Her husband's talented tongue and fingers were bringing her to her next high, and as she milked the softening penis in her mouth, she let herself go into a wonderful cum. Laura was next. She was getting to know the penis in her mouth pretty well, and she was pleased as she saw Jack's balls draw up in preparation for his explosion, and when Larry "turned his tongue to vibrate" (their private expression for his rapidly flicking her clit with just the end of his tongue) she moaned her approval and began to buck. The moaning set Jack off and he flooded Laura's mouth with his sticky seed as he nuzzled up into his wife's musky smelling groin.

They rolled apart with sighs, final kisses and licks to genitalia, then gentle caresses. Laura sat up and saw the worried look on Larry's face. 

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked in a low voice, snuggling over to him. 

"I've never cum more than twice at any of the parties we've attended," he said in a worried tone. "I'm not sure how much good I'll be to anyone the rest of the day." 

"Aw, Baby, I'm sure you'll be fine," Laura said as she caressed his cheek and kissed him tenderly. 

"Hey partner," said Jack, "no performance worries allowed. If absolutely necessary, I'm sure somebody at a swinger's resort has some Viagra, but I've never failed with a cock yet, and after lunch, you are all mine!" 

"It's true," chimed in Diane. "We were once at a club where some friends had brought a 75 year old man to celebrate his birthday. Every woman in the place tried to get the old guy to cum, including me, with no results. But I later found that, even though the man had been straight as an arrow his whole life, Jack got him off in the bathroom. Explained why the old guy was smiling as he left at 9:30 that night." 

Jack and Diane had joined Laura in snuggling around Larry. They were providing maximum skin-to-skin contact as they worked to rebuild his libido. 

Jack, who was now behind Larry, pulled him back into his lap, looked him in the eyes with a devilish smile, and said, "I guarantee it," and kissed the other man hard, while reaching down to fondle his prick. 

Larry responded well, reaching up and putting his arms around Jack's neck and pulling him closer to hold the kiss, even as his cock ballooned up into a semi-rigid state. Laura and Diane were proud that their men could show such emotion, and they smiled into each other's eyes as the lunch gong sounded down on the beach.

"Good thing the gong sounded," joked Diane. "I was about to cry foul, as you two boys weren't paying attention to us girls, but now that it's afternoon I guess it's time to switch partners anyway." 

As she spoke she moved around the bed nearer Laura, and reached up to cup one of her breasts. 

"Yeah, I guess so," breathed Larry as he released his grip on Jack's neck, looking into the other man's eyes. 

He looked over to Laura, returned her smile, and said, "Honey, I've had a fabulous day so far. Thank you for being so wonderful and supportive and such a great lover. I hope you've had a great time, and that you enjoy your afternoon with your new lover." 

"Oh, Honey," Laura said, a tear in her eye as she temporarily extricated herself from Diane's embrace and reached out to kiss her husband. "I love you more and more every day. We are so lucky to have each other, and I'm grateful for the way you take care of me and our family." 

With that, she kissed her husband long and hard, then withdrew back into Diane's arms. 

"Well, I don't know about you kids, but I'm a growing boy and need my vegetables if I'm going to give this stud his due this afternoon," swaggered Jack, standing up from the bed. 

"Sounds good to me!" 

"I'm famished!" 

"Let's eat!" responded his partners, and the group headed down the hill.

At the Cabana the staff had laid out a feast of boiled shellfish, raw oysters, fruits, raw veggies with dips, and savory breads, served in a round buffet. Waiters and waitresses hurried drink orders back and forth and helped guests find seats. Some guests took their food back to their assigned palapas, while others sat at small wooden tables under the shade of the huge thatched grass roof. 

Many guests, including the foursome coming down the hill, stopped at the communal shower first, rinsing off the sand, salt, sunscreen and other substances that stuck to them from the morning's frolics. Larry scrubbed Jack and Diane scrubbed Laura as they refreshed themselves under the cool water. Then their partners returned the favor. 

Thanks to the heat of the sun there was no need to towel off. With slicked-back hair and glistening bodies they simply walked over to the queue and waited for their turn at the smorgasbord. The foursome received many appreciative glances and outright stares from their fellow guests as the water droplets shone on their sun-kissed skin. 

Misters and fans cooled and kept the air moving under the shade of the Cabana, and steel drum music wafted softly from scientifically placed speakers in the rafters and on the posts of the open-air building. Larry found their reserved table near the bar, and they agreed to have the waiter fetch the mimosa fixings from Palapa 3, renew them, and bring them to their table along with large glasses of water. 

They brought their plates, piled with crab, shrimp, mango, papaya, grapes, carrot sticks, snow peas, and other crudités to the table and dug in. Larry slurped several oysters and went back for more, counting on their legendary properties for sexual performance. They took their time, finishing the original bottle of champagne and one more, all the while hydrating with large gulps of water in between. 

The conversation was convivial, as they learned more about each others' lives, work, dreams, and families. Of course, the talk was interspersed with casual caresses, kisses (on various body parts,) and the occasional suggestive innuendo. The subjects of work, family, politics and religion are generally frowned upon in swinger settings. Great value is placed upon privacy and keeping one's swinging life separate from the day to day. However, this group had been around each other and shared much together over the past three days, and were well beyond the point of being only casual sexual partners at a swing event. 

They were becoming fast friends, with many common interests and dreams. Jack had wanted to learn to sail for many years. Larry was an experienced sailor and he and Laura planned to charter a boat next fall. It didn't take this line of conversation long to evolve into the possibility of Jack and Diane joining them for a week in the Windward Isles. 

And of course, Laura and Diane felt a more primal pull toward each other, not strong enough to overcome their relationships with their husbands, but strong enough to suggest a complementary secondary relationship between them that could last a lifetime.

They finished their meal with a silent agreement NOT to visit the dessert table. Jack got up and stretched as Larry squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. 

"The butt plug must be drying out," observed Diane. "You need more lube. Shall I get some?" 

"You're right, it is kind of uncomfortable, but I'm not sure I want to be quite so public about applying lube right here," replied Larry doubtfully. 

"Come on buddy," Jack said reassuringly, taking control of the situation. "I need a restroom break, and I bet everyone else does too. Let's go to the Little Swingers Room and see if I can't give you a hand." 

With that he gave his wife and Laura a conspiratorial wink. 

Laughing, Laura said, "Come to mention it, I could use a refresher. I'm glad the toilets here aren't unisex. We still need to keep some secrets, don't we sweetie?" 

"We sure do," replied Diane, rising and taking Laura's hand as they headed toward the stick figure sign that sported oversized mammaries.

Jack and Larry followed them, using the door displaying a stick figure with a huge dangling cock, went in and relieved themselves, then stepped toward one of the oversized stalls. As in all the restrooms at La Playa, each stall in both the men's and women's restrooms included both a toilet and bidet and here on the Isle of Eros the management also thoughtfully provided the Fleet enemas that were available in every guest room. Jack grabbed two as they entered the stall. While the resort asked their guests to keep water sports and scat play in their rooms, they still believed in good hygiene for all. 

Jack had Larry bend over, applied some lube (so handy to have on the restroom counter) to the outer shaft of the plug, and worked it back and forth several times. This lubricated not only the plug, but also Larry's anal membranes, which had dried out from the salt water and heat. After that, removing the invader was easy. 

The champagne and the day's earlier sex fest made it easier emotionally for Larry to let Jack take charge. He was a fast learner, and was rapidly realizing that he could let go of his emotional baggage in specific sexual situations, but that the same would not be true in daily life. He could never love a man the way a truly homosexual or bisexual man could, but he sure got a kick out of feeling Jack's stubble when they kissed. It was like forbidden fruit, laid out before him with a can of whipped cream and chocolate topping.

Several minutes later the two men stepped out of the stall and into the communal shower at the end of the room. Once they had cleansed and lubed each other, and Larry had the freshened butt plug back up his ass, Jack flipped the yellow marker up on the stall, a signal to the attendant that it should be sterilized prior to use by anyone else, and the pair walked out into the dazzling sunlight. 

They walked past Palapa 1, where one half of a foursome were fucking while their companions watched, past Palapa 2 where the two gay men from the launch that morning held hands as they sunned, and on to Palapa 3. 

There, they saw Laura with an intense look of concentration on her face, her eyes closed, and the tip of her tongue held out to the side between tightly clenched lips. Diane was between her legs, licking like a possessed demon as she brought her lover to a third orgasm in less than ten minutes. Their bodies glistened with sweat and oil, which reminded Larry to put on sunscreen as soon as possible. He and Jack walked on without disturbing their wives. 

On to Palapa 12 where Larry had tasted his first cock – Jack's - only two days before, and where they would work together to open up a whole new country in Larry's life and sexual experience.

As soon as they got under the shade Larry grabbed the sunscreen and began to oil his chest. 

"Here, let me do that," Jack said with a slightly husky voice and definite desire in his eyes. 

Though he most leaned toward the heterosexual, Jack was a confirmed bi, and could really get into a man-on-man encounter. He stood very close to Larry, close enough that his semi-erect penis brushed Larry's thigh, took the bottle, and began slowly and sensuously oiling his lover. Larry boggled once more at the situation. Here he was, the larger man of the two, yet as he had in the baths just a few minutes before, he was willingly letting Jack take the lead. 

But now there was only a small voice screaming, "Run!" in his head, and it was weak enough that it was easily silenced. He had been curious about bisexuality for a long time, as he had explained to Diane that morning, and had found the experience nothing but positive so far. And even though they had only known each other just over two days, he already felt a kinship and trust for this man who was paying so much attention to his belly, mound, and upper thighs with his oily hands. 

Their wives were peas in a pod, and obviously shared a serious crush. Their conversation had revealed many interesting facets to Jack that Larry appreciated, and Jack had a gentle confidence in himself and respect for others that were the true foundations of the term "gentleman." 

Jack turned Larry and worked on his back, massaging his shoulders as he smoothed in the sunscreen, leaning forward so that his prick brushed back and forth across Jack's ass. Remembering Larry's earlier performance worries, Jack was determined to take this slow and let it build, no matter how much he desired to plunge his rod into this inviting butt. 

He moved down across that ass and back around to Larry's front, not knowing that his wife found Larry's not-too-prominent love handles sexy that morning, just as he did now. Once beyond the best parts, Jack still took his time, massaging Larry's thighs and calves, having him step out of his sandals to get the tops of his feet, which were the only parts of his body showing any redness. Once he was done, he stood slowly, pressing his body against Larry and, once he was fully upright, pulling Larry's mouth down for a kiss. 

Jack handed Larry the bottle and whispered, "Do me, Lover." He turned full frontal to Larry, who squeezed sunscreen in his hands and began slowly caressing it into the smaller man's skin. Once they were both oiled, they applied a slightly stronger SPF to their own faces. As Larry reopened his eyes from applying his sunscreen he saw Jack pulling his chaise out from under the shade. 

"Let's lay out a bit, let our food digest, and enjoy the sun, whattya say?" 

"Good idea," replied Larry, who felt just a twinge of relief that he wasn't immediately bent over the back of a chair and fucked like a ten-dollar whore on Saturday night. He grabbed his own chair and a pair of towels and joined his friend and lover in the sun.

They sat for a few minutes, watching people frolic in the bay and on the beach, talked a bit about how Diane and Laura were getting on, and what a great day it had already been. Gradually Larry noticed that Jack was touching himself as they talked. 

At first he just brushed his hands up the outside of his thighs or across his belly. But slowly Jack added his nipples, tickling them briefly and moving on, or brushing the backs of his hands across his hairless mound. Larry found the display titillating, and felt a stirring in his loins as Jack's cock began to inflate. 

Soon Jack stopped touching the non-erogenous zones of his body. He positioned both hands over his nipples, and used the middle finger of each hand to stimulate the small nubs to hardness. His cock responded with a twitch that did not quite fully go back down. Larry, still following Jack's lead, was almost subconsciously mirroring Jack's personal caresses. 

Jack looked over at his new best friend (he had just made that decision), and reached down between his legs. He saw Larry staring intently, and Larry's hand moved between his own legs to fondle his balls, as Jack was now doing. Jack's cock was about 90% full now, and he slowly traced the prominent vein on its side with one hand as the other pinched a nipple. He was turning his lover on with a visual display. 

Jack understood only too well the powerful connection in men between sight and sex. This psychological fact accounted for the vast amount of pornographic media available in the world today, the vast majority of which was aimed at the psyches of males. He grasped his cock firmly at the base and stroked up and down twice, his movements again mirrored by Larry as if he was mesmerized by the display.




La Playa Ch. 10



"God, this is nice," said Jack, breaking the spell and sitting up. 

It was taking a lot of will power, but he was forcing himself to put off his own release so that he could live up to his guarantee. 

"Come on, Lover, let's take a swim," Jack said to Larry, holding out a hand. 

Larry looked a little confused at first, but quickly resolved himself back into the more submissive role, took Jack's hand, and followed him into the sea.

Jack led them out to about chest deep (the lagoon only got deeper than that over near the cliff below Steve's house), then turned and kissed Larry for a full two minutes, using lots of tongue action and letting their slowly growing stubble rasp together. He released Larry and began a leisurely breaststroke out into the azure and green water. Larry followed, his longer body and more powerful arms soon putting him in the lead. 

About halfway across the lagoon he stopped and tried to stand, found he could - on tiptoe - and waited for Jack to catch up. Seeing Larry standing, Jack tried to do the same and found that three inches made a real difference in this situation. As he resurfaced, he grabbed his friend's outstretched hand, and was pulled into a tight embrace. 

"I'm ready," Larry almost whispered. "I want to feel your cock in me, please, Jack." 

Jack wrapped his legs around his taller friend, pulling himself in tight, kissing Larry hard and pressing their cocks together. 

"Your wish is my command, Baby," he smiled into Larry's eyes, eyes which Jack now considered beautiful, indeed. 

They turned and swam back to shore, cavorting, diving, and dunking each other, the instinctual need of the male to determine physical dominance displaying itself in their roughhousing. The difference that separated man from beast asserted itself as they waded out of the water, with Larry intellectually giving up the role of Alpha Male to his smaller but more experienced lover.

They ran up the beach to Palapa #12, a place that was rapidly becoming magical for Larry, who got there first and reached directly for the condom and lube box. He turned and dropped to his knees as Jack entered the shade. Larry reached out and pulled his standing lover forward, swallowing the lovely, partially flaccid cock in one gulp. 

Jack placed his hands on either side of Larry's head and urged him on. "Oh yeah, Lover, that's what I like. Suck that cock. Get it nice and hard. Lick and suck my balls. I love it when you suck my balls." 

Jack was talking dirty to urge both of their libidos into overdrive. Larry worked diligently on Jack's sweet penis, licking the length of the shaft, nuzzling, sucking and licking his balls, tickling the underside of the circumcised head, holding it lightly between his teeth and stimulating the hole with his tongue. This last move almost sent Jack into orbit, and he pulled back from the mouth that was giving him so much pleasure. 

"Lay face up on the chaise, Larry," Jack instructed. "I want to be able to look into your eyes when I fuck you."

Larry quickly complied, adjusting the back of the lounger so that he could lie back comfortably, and immediately drew his knees to his chest. 

"Fuck me, Jack. God I want to feel your dick inside me. Hurry," he urged. 

Jack had donned a condom as Larry adjusted the chaise, and knelt at the foot of the oversized beach chair. He used the same procedure he had in the bathroom to remove the butt plug from Larry's ass with no pain, then drenched the gaping opening with gel. He applied an equally liberal amount of lube to his throbbing cock as he took position between Larry's legs, urging the larger man to rest his calves on Jack's shoulders. 

Jack took his tool in one hand and carefully positioned it at Larry's stretched opening. He wanted this first penetration to be nothing but pleasure for his virginal lover. Larry gazed first into Jack's smiling face and then down at their crotches, which were slowly being joined by Jack's gentle but steady pressure. He played with his nipples and with Jack's, truly wanting to be a good fuck for this masterful lover above him. The moment of penetration produced some pressure and stretching, but no pain. Diane and Jack had prepared him for this moment in the same way a master piano tuner prepares a Steinway for a Carnegie Hall concert.

Larry moaned, his eyes going wide as Jack's organ slipped smoothly in. There was slight resistance, then a lovely gliding feeling, then a fullness and different kind of pleasure as Jack's cock head hit his prostate. Jack was watching Larry's face intently, reveling in the wonder of a new experience and watching for any sign of pain. 

"Let me see you play with your nipples while I fuck you, Lover," Jack instructed his charge. 

"Ohhhh," was all Larry could get out as he obeyed the directive. 

Jack slowly pulled back all the way until he felt the sphincter resist the underside of his cock head, then pushed back in slowly, slightly deeper. He kept this slow, progressive penetration up for several minutes, applying more lube on almost every outstroke, until he felt his balls touch Larry's ass. The two men gazed into each other's eyes, not truly in love but certainly in lust, flavored with appreciation of being able to share a first experience for one of them. Jack began to fuck.

Laura and Diane walked up silently just before the moment of penetration. Jack had noticed them peripherally, but didn't acknowledge their presence in order to preserve the moment. Larry was oblivious to everything except the powerful gaze of the man over him and the intense feelings in his ass. 

Diane moved behind Laura, who was transfixed by the sight of her husband being rogered by Jack's magnificent cock, and took her in her arms. Diane rested her chin on Laura's shoulder as they played voyeur, moving her hands to caress nipples and diddle her friend's clit, subconsciously reinforcing the connection of physical pleasure to sharing her man with another. Diane was an instinctive High Priestess of Swinging, and had played a similar role at many parties. Besides, she had a hell of a crush on the woman in her arms, and truly desired to make her happy.

Jack fucked Larry steadily for several minutes, feeling the anal canal distend and adjust to the invasion of a much larger instrument than the butt plug that had remained in place for the better part of three and a half hours. Larry moaned, closing and opening his eyes, pulling and twisting hard on his nipples, which were eraser-hard and seemed directly connected to his cock, which stood proud and pulsing with each of his lover's thrusts. 

Jack shifted slightly to adjust his balance, then anointed Larry's cock with more lube and began to jack him off to the rhythm of their fucking. Larry moaned his approval and twisted his nipples harder, his eyes rolling back in his head. Jack's own ass was pulsing in time with his thrusts. He hadn't been this turned on in quite a while, and that was saying a lot for such a confirmed hedonist.

Drawn by the two women staring at the pair of men fucking under a palapa, a small crowd gathered. Most masturbated, taken in by the obvious intensity of the two lovers on the lounge, while others watched in appreciation of the dominant man's technique, and surreptitiously watched the lesbian embrace beside them. 

Jack always responded well to an audience, and offered up a little play-by-play that he knew would also stimulate Larry's libido. 

"God, your ass feels so good. My cock is going to explode soon. That's it, move your hips with me, doesn't it feel incredible?" 

"Yes, yes, yes!" cried Larry as he experienced a rare male anal orgasm. 

He had heard of these, and had seen some devices for sale in online toy stores that purported to train men in how to cum anally, but he always thought it was bullshit. Now he realized that it wasn't really an orgasm, but more a wave of pleasure like the waves women often felt during their build up to release. Maybe it was a mini-orgasm, but it really didn't matter, it felt wonderful, moved him to a new high, and he reached up to pull Jack down into a kiss as they fucked.

"Thank you," Larry said as they broke their deep French kiss. "This is the most incredible experience of my life." 

Jack smiled as he pulled back up into his balanced position and continued fucking and jacking Larry. 

"I just wish Laura were here," Larry opined. 

"She is, dummy," laughed Jack as he gave his lover a quick hard thrust, "over there." 

Larry turned his head and connected directly with Laura's gaze, which was one of deepest love and approval. He also noticed the small crowd of people and felt a small wave of embarrassment until he reminded himself for the twentieth time in the last few days that he was at a sex resort. 

He mouthed, "I love you," to Laura then turned his attention back to Jack. 

Laura muttered, "I love you too, Honey," and let an orgasm, her sixth or seventh in the past hour, wash over her from Diane's expert fingers.

Jack continued to utter obscenities and sexual declarations as they fucked. His cum was boiling in his balls, the appreciation of the audience and especially the intense emotions he felt from his fuck-buddy were having as great an effect as the slippery love tunnel he was plowing. He focused long enough to make sure he was masturbating Larry at the proper rate and in the right way. Larry's incoherent moans and babbling about sex and love and life told him he was doing fine. So Jack refocused on his own orgasm. The rest of this fuck was about his nut, and blowing hard inside this now deflowered asshole.

The tempo quickened between the two men as they fucked. Appreciative murmurs and moans came from the audience as their sweaty skin began to slap together in a relentless tempo of lust. Laura came yet again, her knees buckling from the intensity of her combined emotions and physical sensations. 

Larry spoke loudly in a coherent phrase for the first time in several minutes, "I'm going to cum!" 

And Jack redoubled his efforts yelling, "Come on, you bitch, cum all over both of us while I pop in your ass!" 

Thirty more seconds of intense effort, accented by the ragged breathing of the two lovers, culminated in a shout first from Jack, then Larry. "Yes!" they both cried out, and the audience was treated to a huge spurt of cum erupting from Larry's cock to splash on both his own face and Jack's chest. Both men's bodies tensed and convulsed as the most basic of human instincts controlled their actions. Explosive ejaculation is a naturally selected trait to ensure the maximum number of sperm reach an egg, but in this case it ensured that both men were drenched in Larry's copious cum, and that Jack's condom was filled to bursting.

"Arrgh," Jack groaned as he thrust powerfully several more times, then collapsed backward, his condom-covered cock leaving Larry with a pop. 

"Oh yes!" Larry practically screamed as the exit of Jack's cock caused one more convulsion in his groin. 

Both men collapsed backward, Jack catching himself on his elbows at the foot of the oversized chaise, and Larry lapsing onto the backrest, panting and moaning as his hands massaged his own cum into his chest and nipples. Jack stayed there for several long moments, appreciating his handiwork and the scattered applause of the audience -which included their two wives - then removed the used condom and tossed it into the trash. 

Larry sat up and leaned forward, his face beaming, then gushed, "Thank you! That was incredible!" 

"I think the pleasure was mostly mine," said Jack, "but thank you for choosing me to be your first." 

Diane moved into the palapa and raised the flag as Laura sat on the arm of the lounger and kissed her husband. As the attendant approached, Diane asked for a pitcher of water as soon as possible and turned to congratulate her spouse. 

"Well done, Tiger!" she said with genuine enthusiasm. "That was the best show I've ever seen. How was it for you?" 

"Incredible," replied Jack. "Larry really makes you feel like you're giving him a gift, you know?" 

"He made me feel the same way this morning," said Diane. "I think we can chalk this mission up as a success, don't you?" 

"Absolutely!" chimed in Larry, who had his arm around Laura's waist. "I am now a confirmed bisexual. Damn, how have I been missing that all my life?" 

"Me too," said Laura. "Honey, I'm sorry but I think I'm in love with Diane. That doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you even more after what I just saw, but I've got to have her in my life, too!" 

"Well, you better make sure you keep Jack happy so he'll share her, sweet thing," replied Larry. 

"Don't worry about me, I've watched you falling for her for the past two days and I think it's great!" 

The attendant came with the water, pouring four glasses. Larry and Jack downed theirs like they were just in from the desert, while Diane took her icy glass and applied it to her nipples. 

"I think I agree with Laura, Sweetheart," she said to Jack, making a show of her nipple stimulation. "We just spent the most incredible time together, and I don't mean just with fingers, tongues and pussies, but also with our hearts." 

"You know I'm all for it, Darling," said Jack, smiling at his sexual guide and mentor. "I could never deny you anything. Do you want to move in with her right away, or will there be a courtship period?" 

"Smartass," she flicked some water at Jack's grin. "We're not talking about changing living arrangements, just a regular and ongoing relationship!" 

"I know, I know, Wench. Watch where you throw that water!" Jack laughed and grabbed his wife for a kiss.

"What should we do now?" asked Larry, feeling his oats after his third cum of the day. 

"I vote for combining palapas, getting some of that dessert we skipped, and doing some serious swimming and sunbathing, and of course, seeing what else comes up," said Laura. 

There was agreement all around from her three lovers and they formed a chain of hands to walk to the Cabana. Once there, they took a quick rinse, informed Jacklyn that they were vacating Palapa 3 and loaded up on sweets and juices. They ate the treats back under the shade of their shelter, then the two men arranged the chaises out from under the shade for sunbathing. Diane and Laura sunscreened each other, then their men, and the foursome moved out, pairing up onto the huge loungers boy-boy/girl-girl by silent agreement.

They spent the next two hours sunning, swimming, talking, and dozing, moving the chairs back under shade after the first hour. Palapa 11 next door also hosted a mixed foursome, with the two men out trying to show off on windsurfers in the lagoon while the two women - both beautiful blondes - lounged and eavesdropped on the interplay between the four lovers. 

After some time, one of the blondes got up and walked toward them. Larry saw that she was a true natural blonde from her neatly trimmed bush, and the sun, or an expensive salon, had bleached all her hair almost white while her skin was a rich tan. She made a striking figure as she approached the palapa. 

"Excuse me," she said to Laura. "My girlfriend and I just couldn't help noticing you guys. We think you're the sexiest people at the resort. Especially you," she said, gesturing toward Diane. 

"We see that you're bi, and were wondering if the ladies would care to join us for a little playtime in our palapa? We brought some toys along and our guys are out trying to break their necks, so we're ready to have some fun." 

"Can the boys at least come and watch?" asked Diane. 

"Well, we expected that," said the girl. "What guys don't want to watch four sexy bitches in heat?" 

They all laughed and Laura, thrilled at the prospect of spreading her wings even further, and with the help and cooperation of her new lover, gave a resounding "Yes," and stood up. 

Larry and Jack hung back for a few minutes while the women got acquainted. Jennifer and Courtney were two twenty-somethings who were built like models. Jennifer was a natural blonde while Courtney's sandy locks came from a bottle. They had met their boyfriends and each other at an online site, found they were all in the same city, and began fooling around. The foursome had made a few videos and posted them to the web, and were planning to launch their own sex website. 

At their boyfriends' urging, Jennifer and Courtney were also hoping to meet one of the porn industry producers or directors who were at the resort that week in hopes of getting a part in a flick. Unfortunately, their boyfriends were less than attentive, and like so many young men had very little knowledge of how to be gentlemen with their ladies. As a result, Jennifer and Courtney had planned to go on a pussy strike, and they wanted to kick it off with a flourish. 

Diane and Laura picked all this up in just a couple of minutes of conversation, and quickly agreed. The two older women, who looked to be in their thirties but were actually in their mid-forties looked at each other and licked their chops. 

As the four women moved closer together, caressing and kissing, beginning the dance of lust, Larry and Jack carried another chaise over to Palapa 11 and set it up just inside the shade, taking seats on it and toasting their luck with fresh glasses of water. 

Diane hooked up with Jennifer, pulling the younger girl down to suckle her nipples, while Laura was lip-locked with Courtney, her hand already buried between her thighs. The next ten minutes were a tribute to the female form in motion, as four beautiful nude women twisted, turned, shifted and moved to find the positions and sex acts which would bring them each the most pleasure. 

Jack felt his cock stir, and reached over into Larry's lap to find a surprisingly hard penis, considering Larry's performance worries earlier in the day.

The dance slowly resolved itself into mutual stimulation, with Diane atop Jennifer in a 69, vibrators also in use, and Laura and Courtney's legs scissored across each other in a clit to clit fuck, with Laura dribbling lubricant on their point of joining every so often. Jack knew his wife, and suspected that all four women could hold these positions and enjoy progressive orgasms almost indefinitely, so he decided to see if his new boyfriend would give him a whirl. 

"Hey, stud, how about putting that thing somewhere it can do some good?" he said as he grabbed Larry and masturbated him firmly. 

"Sure, Lover. Got any ideas where it should go?" replied Larry in a mischievous voice. 

Jack reached for some lube, passed it to Larry, and said, "How about inside me?" 

"Okay, but I should get a rubber too," replied Larry. 

"Only if you really want it, Larry," said Jack. "We're obviously going to be regular sex partners the rest of the week, and probably for quite a while to come. We were all screened very carefully before coming here, and the only people I've fucked have been you, Laura, and Diane, and we've been pretty careful with that so far. If we're taking our relationship as a foursome to the next level like the girls said, I don't mind going bareback with you, as long as we promise each other we'll use condoms if and when we fuck other guys." 

"Sounds reasonable to me," said Larry with a smile. "Assume the position, Slut." 

And Jack went to all fours on the chaise.

Allen and Grey saw two strange men moving around their palapa, and reacted in predictable fashion. 

"Hey, some guys are moving in on our tail," said Grey. 

"Well, even if this is a sex resort they could at least ask our permission to fuck around," chimed in Allen, and the pair began paddling back to the beach. 

Meanwhile, the women were settling in to their feast. It was an orgy of lesbian love worthy of Rome itself, with two satyrs standing guard and rutting. 




La Playa Ch. 10



Larry slipped into Jack saying, "Fourth time today. If I do cum, it'll take a while." 

"From the look of things, we've got the rest of the afternoon, big boy," replied Jack, blowing Larry a kiss and reaching for his own dick.

Allen and Grey ran up the beach. 

"Hey, they're fucking each other, not the girls," said Allen. 

"No shit, Sherlock," said Grey sarcastically. 

"But look at the new nookie the girls reeled in for us!" 

"No dice, Greyson," said Jennifer, releasing her lip lock on Diane's clit while Diane continued her homage to Sapphic love. 

"You guys have ignored us for three days, expecting us to be around whenever you want to fuck and quiet when you don't want to hear from us. Well, until you learn how to treat a lady, we're going on Pussy Strike. As of now, we get all the pussy we want, but you get none, and if you go looking for it somewhere else we'll pack our bags and leave in a heartbeat. Right, Court?" 

"You bet, Sistah! Ugh!" said Courtney as she frigged herself against Laura. 

"Relax, gentlemen," said Jack. "Those are our wives your girls are with. We'll be happy to give you some pointers that'll get you back in their good graces. How about joining us at our table tonight for the party." He said all this smoothly and with grace, despite the fact that he was bent over with a cock sliding in and out of his ass. 

"Well, we're fucked, bro," said Grey to Allen. "I've seen Jennifer like this before, and there's no changing her mind." 

"Okay, guy," he said to Jack. "We'll join you, and maybe you guys can give us some pointers on cocksucking too?" 

"Sure, come over here and I'll start right now," smiled Jack. Grey walked over and lowered his shorts ("Who wears baggies at a sex resort?" thought Jack) waving his cock in Jack's face. 

Courtney and Jennifer smiled at each other in triumph, but were quickly refocused by the human sex machines they were partnering, and Allen couldn't decide what sight to watch as he slowly wanked his pecker. This was the damndest place he'd ever seen.



La Playa Ch. 11



Susurrus: editor extraordinaire!

Sam stopped short as she entered the suite, causing the petite brunette with the boy-style haircut who followed her to bump into Sam's luscious rear. It didn't help that the brunette, whose name was Faith, had been focused on that rump, licking her lips in anticipation of driving a strap-on between those cheeks. 

"What's wrong, honey?" Faith asked Sam. 

The voice caught George's attention, who was on all fours in the middle of the huge bed, having his ass rogered by a huge man with chiseled abs and shoulder length blonde hair. The blonde reminded Sam of one of those types on TV who pitched exercise equipment. 

"Oh, hi babe," blurted George with a flaming red blush. "This is Hector, I met him down in the gym." 

Hector smiled, grabbed George's hips as George tried to squirm away, and plunged his ample cock firmly back into place. "Arrgh," moaned George, partly in pain, partly in pleasure, and partly in embarrassment.

"Oh, I guess hubby already has dibs on this room. That's okay, we can go to mine," Faith whispered in Sam's ear, wrapping her hands under Sam's arms and massaging her margarita glass shaped tits. 

Sam ignored her advances, deciding to take advantage of finding her husband in flagrante to gain the upper hand in their marriage. 

"What the hell are you doing?" she almost screamed. "You, who said you might suck a cock but would never let one in your rear: have you gone homo with the first pretty boy who bats his eyes at you?" 

"Hector, stop." George tried to scoot forward but was roughly pulled backward, burying Hector's seven inches right up where Hector's carefully coiffed pubes tickled his ass cheeks. "No, I'm not gay, baby. Hector, please stop." 

George was pleading as tears welled up in his eyes. Faith, not caring to take part in this apparently domestic feud, decided to step into the powder room. 

"So what happened to all the crap about being 'situationally bi' and only willing to occasionally suck cock?" demanded Sam. "You promised me it would only be my strap-on up there where 'The Hulk' is getting his jollies." 

"Hector. His name is Hector, and I know I promised, but I kept seeing so many guys enjoying themselves, and got talking to Hector as we worked the circuit, and one thing led to another... I wasn't expecting you back before the party, and I just had to know how it really feels and..." 

Samantha had to bite her tongue to keep from bursting into hysterical laughter. Here was her big, macho man - who had only sucked cock three times before, but each time he'd been stoned out of his mind - getting his ass plowed by a pretty boy and sounding like a guilty wife after a shopping spree. 

"Alright, alright, that's enough babbling! Hi, Hector, I'm Sam, doesn't my sweet little boy have a nice ass?" 

"Yeah, he does. Mind if I fill it with some cream?" Hector smiled at the well built, naked woman standing with her hands on her hips beside the bed. 

"Not at all. Go right ahead. In fact, I might join you if Faith didn't already have dibs on me." 

Hearing her name, Faith came back in the room and moved right into Sam's open arms.

"Okay, buster. Tonight we fuck, tomorrow we talk, and if I were you, I'd expect things to be a bit different in the bedroom," Sam shook her finger at George as Hector came. She wondered how the hell the dumb body builder could keep his concentration up enough to cum with all the non-sexual talk going on. 

"Yes, baby. Anything you say," blubbered George as his own cock, completely untouched, squirted cum all over the bedspread. 

Sam had to turn away quickly to keep George from seeing her choking back the laughter. She grabbed Faith and ushered her quickly toward the door. 

"Be careful with my sweetie's ass, Hector. I want to be able to pound it with a giant strap-on later. See you at the party, Georgie!" 

"Okay. No problemo," grunted Hector in a cheap Schwarzenegger accent as George collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks and his rectum on fire.

Samantha quickly closed the door and burst into belly laughter. "Did you see that?" she almost rolled onto the floor of the hallway. "My husband getting fucked by that male bimbo? I don't believe it!" 

"Hector's a porn star. I guess he's part of the industry group promoting the place," Faith said, laughing along with Sam but still not quite getting the whole joke. 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Sam said, realizing that a lot of the mood building between she and Faith as they flirted by the pool was lost, and that Faith had to be pretty confused. 

"George and I have been swinging for years, and I've always loved my time with the ladies," Sam explained, "but he would never fulfill my fantasy of watching him suck cock until a couple years ago when I got him pretty buzzed before we went to a house party." 

She continued: "After that, he told me he was 'situationally bi' and made a big fuss about being too macho to let a cock near his ass, even though he enjoyed our toys. But in the past year he's found more and more 'situations' that fit the bill, and I told him he should just go for it here at La Playa this week. He hit the roof. I thought he'd pop a blood vessel he was so mad, so I changed the subject and he said, 'I promise you, no cock but yours will ever go back there,' and I had to spend the rest of the night making him feel like Clint Eastwood. I've never seen so much testosterone ooze out of one guy, and now this. Well, I know I humiliated him just now, but he set himself up for it, and I'm going to use the situation to change some of his ways around the house. I foresee a George who lowers the toilet seat and cleans the kitchen from now on. Get it?" 

"Oh, you vixen!" Faith laughed, reaching up to flick a thumb across the taller woman's nipple. "Just don't try those kinds of sexual politics with me and we'll do fine!" 

Faith was only about five-foot-nothing. Sam had a good seven inches on her, but it put her at the perfect height for the brunette to simply bend over slightly, take the nubbin of the taller woman's nipple between her teeth and pull. 

"God, that is so delicious!" Sam moaned. "Can you do that and walk at the same time? Where's your room?" 

Faith lifted her lips from Sam's swollen breast and chuckled, "No, sorry, I can't suck and walk. Our room is down one floor in the other wing. Let's hurry, the party starts in two hours and I've got to have three or four cums before I even start getting ready!" 

Faith grabbed her new girlfriend by the hand and hurried toward the elevators. The mood was back and the need more intense than ever.

Julie supervised the last preparations for the Hump Day Ho Down, a resort-wide party with a Redneck Riviera theme. While the swim-up bar and poolside service continued, the main bar, except for service on stools at the bar itself, was closed. Activities staff members worked on decorations, games, and other logistics. Food and Beverage staff prepared buffet tables and mini-bars. Event Services checked lights and sound, and the band was setting up for their sound check. Steve's college roommate had been the general manager of the famous Flora Bama Lounge, Package Store & Fireworks Stand west of Pensacola, Florida, and he was busy recreating the funky "third coast" atmosphere of a place where he'd spent many pleasant hours. 

There would actually be three bands playing that night. A steel drum group would set up down on the main beach, and later in the evening, a three piece jazz combo would replace a big twelve piece group called Caribbean Soul when it was time for the revelries to settle down. Caribbean Soul was a cover band (the staff had tried to book a headliner, but sex resorts were still risky business for people who sold main stream music) who played Jimmy Buffett, Kenny Chesney, Jerry Jeff Walker, Shag music, and a variety of other Southern and Caribbean artists. 

Julie checked off items on a clipboard as she moved around, coordinating continuously over a headset. Sunday evening's welcome reception had been a simple affair compared to this, which was intended to be a full blowout party and orgy. Extra security was on patrol, with extra lifeguards at the pool and beach, and extra bowls of condoms, lubes and gels were supplied next to a plethora of futons supplementing the normal complement of outdoor play beds. 

A DJ would fill the bands' breaks appropriately. Balloons would drop from the ceiling at midnight just for the fun of it. Guests would be offered grass skirts and cheesy redneck baseball caps as souvenirs. And, of course, liquor would flow freely. One of the many good things about really experienced swingers, thought Julie, was that they understood the effects of alcohol on sexual performance, so excessive imbibing was not one of her big worries. However, she had met with the Food and Beverage director and all the bartenders to reinforce the responsibilities of the resort to their guests, and an extra registered nurse was on duty in the infirmary.

The evening would also see the initiation of two of the resorts feature amenities: the sunken dance floor and the Pina Colada Slip & Slide. The regular dance floor had been retracted to reveal a ten-foot-deep pit with padded walls and a rubberized gym floor. Nozzles, which had received a final test that afternoon, would spray an organic-based foam under control of the DJ. While not a unique amenity by any stretch of the imagination, the foam would be washed away at 10 PM with a torrent of water, inflatable beds and sex pillows would be placed in the pit, and guests would be invited to offer themselves to all cummers in what would thereafter be known as the Sex Pit. 

The Slip & Slide, on the other hand, was unique in both scale and implementation. The pina colada flavored gel lubricant was a formula that Steve himself had perfected, and Julie knew from pre-opening tests just how effective a lubricant it was. In fact, the toy store shelves would be stocked with bottles of the magic brew the next day. She expected that this would turn into yet another marketing coup for her oversexed boss and partner.

As she thought of Steve, she saw him checking out the supply of pool floats being inflated near the glass-walled section of the pool. The wall had proven a popular area of the bar, as it allowed patrons to watch the underwater cavorting of people in the pool. Steve hoped that putting a number of toy floats, sea serpents, basic air mattresses, colored life rings and the like, would encourage lots of pool fucking tonight. The pool would be closed at 2 AM and shocked with chemicals to re-purify the water. In typical Steve fashion, he actually played with his own nuts as he watched the staff inflate the toys. 

"He's the horniest slut I've ever seen," thought Julie. "Must be why I love him so." 

As the sound check began, Steve walked over and joined his lovely partner. He gave her a kiss and squeeze on the ass as she greeted him, and together they listened to the band run through "Brown Eyed Girl," adjusting mikes and levels as they went. 

As the song wound down, Julie said, "I think we're ready, boss. Want to try out the Slip & Slide to make sure it works?" 

"Only if you'll go with me, beautiful," responded the ever-randy billionaire. 

"Well, how can a girl pass up such a suave invitation?" Julie laughed as she took his hand and walked over to the controls. 

She turned on the water and pina colada mix flow, and then began stripping as they moved to the run up and launch area. Steve, of course, was already nude and simply slipped out of his sandals. He licked his lips as Julie's golden orbs were once again exposed to the sun. She doffed her headset and radio, they joined hands and, running in unison, launched themselves down the super-slick slide. The contraption had a distinct downward slope, so they picked up some speed as the lubricant reduced friction on their now-glistening bodies. Laughing and screaming, they came off the far end at a good clip and made a big splash in the lap pool as they landed in a tangle of bronzed skin. They came up for air and shared a deep kiss, hands exploring each other's familiar crevices freely. 

"Yep, I think we're ready," said Steve, as he lifted Julie up on the side of the pool and dove for her wet pussy lips.

A couple hours later the sun was setting, tiki torches were lit, buffet tables were set, and the band was decked out in their resort wear costumes. Cranking the volume two extra notches to let everyone know the party was starting, they launched the first set with "The Weather is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful," and the fun was on. The early crowd filtered in, welcomed by Activities staffers with the grass skirts and baseball caps. Some of the guests were in resort party attire: chinos and Hawaiian shirts for the men, short, tight dresses for the women. Some came in shorts and T-shirts, some in swim suits, and some nude. The music was piped throughout the resort as a signal to everyone that the party was on.

Melinda and Bill, the older couple who seemed to have trouble getting into the action earlier in the week, were the first guests down the Slip & Slide. Bill emerged from the pool with a high whoop, Melinda with a grin, and they hurried back to the beginning of the slide like two kids at a water park. Roberto and Stephanie had the first shift as lifeguards, and had brought along huge squirt guns to add to the fun, squirting people waiting for their turn and occasionally sending a stream off into the surrounding crowd. 

The Slip & Slide was a success, and folks started getting creative with its use. One couple sat on the launch area, the woman slipping her flowing pussy down over her partner's stiff cock, while another couple held their hands and sling-shotted them down the ramp. Roberto stopped two guys from trying to do the same thing in a sixty-nine position, as during the pre-opening tryouts two of the spa staff had managed to bite each other pretty hard as they hit the water. Female sixty-nine was fine, but the boys would have to settle for fucking.

Steve was pleased with what he saw. There were at least forty people performing some kind of oral sex on one or more partners around the huge clubhouse space. There was a big crowd either watching or playing on the Slip & Slide, and the dance floor was filling fast. His staff were doing their jobs quite efficiently, creating a safe atmosphere for their guests while keeping things light-hearted and fun. 

There was quite a bit of fucking going on in hetero and homosexual pairings and bisexual groups. The band was playing great music, and all the food was delicious. His gaze stopped wandering when he spotted two female guests who entered from the pool area. One was a fairly tall blonde with an arm draped around the shoulders of her short brunette companion. Both women wore matching nipple clamps, a micro-mini skirt (the blonde wore black, the brunette white) and both sported very large strap-on cocks poking out from beneath their skirts. Their armbands identified them as bisexual and kinky. Steve immediately walked over to introduce himself.

"Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the party," said Steve, bending to kiss their hands. "I trust you're enjoying yourselves this week?" 

"Oh yes," replied the blonde. "La Playa is so beautiful, the staff is great, and you really meet some interesting people. By the way, this is my friend Faith, and I'm Sam." 

"So nice to meet you both. I love your attire. My name is Steve," said their half-hard host. "I'm sure you'll find good use for those strap-ons this evening. If you see me bend over, don't hesitate to slip one in!" 

"Actually, I think I'll take you up on that!" enthused Sam. "I'd love for my husband to see how a real bi man takes it." 

Steve stepped closer to the pair, initiating skin contact and touching their arms. 

"Anytime. We aim to please," he said in a husky voice, leaning in to kiss first the petite and then the taller woman. "Just give me a wave when you want to put on the show." With that, he stepped back, and the two women moved over to the bar with smiles all around.

"This is going to be great," said Sam enthusiastically as she passed a non-alcoholic fruit drink to Faith. "George is going to freak when he sees me fucking the richest guy in the place." 

Faith was a little bored by Sam's talk of George. She wanted all of Sam's attention on herself. She also wanted to find her partner, Cherry, who she hadn't seen since lunch, and share Sam's talented tongue in a three-way. She moved in tight against Sam and reached up to tweak a nipple, knowing that the extra sensitivity caused by the clamp would certainly make her take notice. 

"God, I love your tits," Faith said, reaching up to nuzzle and kiss her lover's neck. "Why don't you take me out on the dance floor and fuck me hard?" 

Sam winced from pain at having the nipple clamp manipulated, but responded immediately to the other woman's advance. 

"Yes, you do look like you could use my cock up your ass, you little minx," she said, setting their drinks on a convenient table and leading Faith toward the sunken floor. Faith grabbed a packet of lube as they stepped onto the floor, then stuck her tongue down Sam's throat.

Meanwhile, at the Slip & Slide the crowd had developed a new game. Instead of singles or couples going rapidly down the slide, the entire surface was now covered with writhing bodies. People fucked in all different combinations, letting gravity and the flow of the water/Pina Colada mix slowly move them down the slide and off into the pool. The idea was to cum just as you fell off the end of the slide, and grab lots of tits, ass, cock, and pussy along the way. There were probably thirty people in total on the slide right now, and 20 to 25 more standing along the sides, just letting their hands play across the bodies moving beneath them. It was literally a smorgasbord of all different shapes, sizes, colors, and genders of sybarites, with their libidos feeding off each other and building toward an orgiastic level.

Cherry heard a familiar cry as the band finished their set. It was Faith keening her pleasure, a sound Cherry had enjoyed for nearly seven years, since she had met her lover in college. Cherry excused herself from the cute older woman she had been chatting up at the bar to see what Faith had gotten herself into this time. Following the sound, which was like a high pitched mewing, Cherry moved to a platform that overlooked the sunken floor. There in the middle of the floor, surrounded by several people who cheered them on, was her own sweet little pussy and a knockout blonde. The blonde was behind Faith, her hands reaching around to roughly handle those yummy little tits, sawing a huge strap-on in and out of Faith's ass. Faith's right hand was on her own strap-on, obviously manipulating the part of the dildo that rubbed her clit to heighten her own pleasure. Cherry smiled and moved down toward the floor.

Steve went into the DJ's booth, flashed the house lights twice, and turned on the foam machines. The light flash was the signal for the staff to put out the pads and futons intended to turn the dance floor into a huge orgy venue. Wedges of various shapes and sizes, flat six-inch folding pads, and throw pillows were quickly scattered around the floor as the foam began to spurt from nozzles in the wall. Steve was very pleased to see that Sam and Faith had not missed a beat, oblivious to their surroundings except for the delicious-looking redhead dyke who had joined them, and was sucking on Faith's nipples. He adjusted two of the remote spotlights to illuminate their scene, and left the DJ booth as a favorite techno-fuck song began pulsing through the room. Grabbing a wedge, he went to join the three women.

On the Slip & Slide, the fucking was getting intense. Six women had formed a chain - mouth to pussy - with the free pussy on one end being fucked by Herb and the free mouth on the other polishing Bill's knob. In between, a group of around a dozen men jerked off, aiming their cum onto the supine women on the slide. The entire group was moving very slowly - but inexorably - toward the pool, pulled by gravity. 




La Playa Ch. 11



Bill had about 30 more seconds to enjoy the mouth on his dick before he would either have to step back or jump in, but he was unaware of his predicament because he was on the verge of orgasm. His wife Melinda was in the middle of the chain, and as she announced her next cum with a cry muffled by the hairy bush she was lapping, Bill let loose onto the face of the pretty young blonde, his knees buckling as he came. This seemed to set off a chain reaction among the men, who in ones and twos likewise lost their loads onto the writhing mass of female flesh moving slowly past. 

Courtney, whose face was covered with Bill's sperm, reached her own peak, stiffened, and this little movement sent her sliding off the slick surface into the pool. Cums rippled up and down the foreshortened chain of women, and Herb pumped his seed deep into the lovely cunt at the end. This pumping motion accelerated the whole mass, and like a lava flow in Hawaii the five women slid almost majestically into the pool, coming up laughing and giggling hysterically, as the men stood on the side and applauded.

The dance floor/sex pit was rapidly filling with foam, but that didn't prevent the small crowd from seeing and cheering the lewd display the now-foursome was putting on in the middle of the floor. Steve had joined Faith, Sam and Cherry and was face down on his wedge, with Faith's huge rubber cock pumping his ass. Straddling him was Cherry, who had Faith by her tomboy haircut, pulling her face hard into her pussy. Sam had the chain attached to Faith's nipple clamps in either hand, pulling hard one way and then the other as she continued her anal assault on her young lover. Faith's perky tits would only go so far, and alternated between pain and ecstasy from the different stimuli. 

George was stunned. He had never seen Sam so wanton, so kinky. Nevertheless, his cock was as hard as the brass stripper poles installed on either side of the stage, each of which had three people getting creative with each other. 

The band came back out and broke into a spirited version of "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw." Julie just grinned and shook her head as she watched the whole scene from the DJ booth, where she was regulating the total amount of foam. There were several members of her staff out on the floor as safety monitors in the foam, but she really wasn't worried. This crowd loved to party, but they were for the most part very experienced, responsible swingers. As she heard Steve give an orgasmic cry, she turned up the foam once more, and wondered how they would top this Hump Day Ho Down next week.



La Playa Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Business as Usual? 

Edited by Susurrus

I spun around in my chair, back toward my desk. Having such a great view from my home office, overlooking the resort, may have been a mistake -- it's too easy to get distracted by the beauty of the natural views, and too tempting to perv out on all the humping going on. I really needed to concentrate on prep for our senior staff meeting: the first since we opened. Fuck, that gorgeous athlete, Lisa, who had done such an admirable job on my cock Monday morning, was back in the pool doing laps again. You'd think I'd become jaded with all the skin around me all the time, but a really tight bod on a mature woman with a short haircut just twists my hormone release valve to "full open."

"Hi, Steve," I heard from the door, and looked up see Julie's lovely eyes smiling at me across the office. "Just about everyone's in place downstairs. We're just missing Duane, who needed to work with the morning bartender to make sure we were restocked from last night. He called and said he's on his way up the hill, so he should be getting here by the time you get downstairs." 

"Thanks, babe," I said to the beautiful redhead. 

I swear, if I didn't have Deana I'd try to lock Julie into a long-term relationship in a heartbeat. But, of course, that's a silly thought. Julie's already my regular sex partner, and now that she's also a resort partner she won't likely be leaving anytime soon. It's only the Neanderthal in me that imagines being able to truly possess anyone.

Shaking off such musings, I gathered my thoughts as I grabbed the briefing book and my cup of coffee and went to the meeting. As I hit the top of the stairs, I saw several pairs of eyes watching, either openly or surreptitiously, as I came down. I wasn't wearing my usual cock ring. Instead, I had on a black leather belt with two thin thongs that ran down to the base of my cock, wrapped around it twice, and then twisted together to form a thong down under my ass. Going up from the belt were two more thongs leading to alligator clips on my nipples, their lengths adjusted to make the clips tighten when I stretched to my full height. Not exactly standard business attire, but I wanted to try to inspire my staff to stretch their own sexualities. I hoped it would generate new ideas for La Playa and my other sex resort projects under development.

Sitting around on the leather couches in the conversation pit were my senior staff. Julie, of course, on the loveseat next to me, Marc to her right, Jacklyn from the Isle of Eros, Anjali and Paul from the dungeon, Ed, my Food & Beverage director, Duane, Tony: the Executive Chef, Marion: the Rooms Director, Anita: the Housekeeper, Ray: the Events Staff Manager, and finally Diane, my Security Chief. These folks were dressed in the uniforms of their various trades, meaning that we had everything from Anjali in a leather bustier with her nipples exposed, to Diane wearing a sharp suit with a short skirt and the obvious bulge of her automatic beneath her arm. I greeted each in turn and opened the meeting.

"I want to begin by thanking you all for the hard work and extra effort you put in over the past couple months to get La Playa up and running," I began.

"And I want to compliment you all on the outstanding performance I'm seeing from the staff. You all know that we're ahead of our projections for occupancy rates and reservations. We've already talked about what that means for staffing, turnover, and our training programs, and I want to come back to some of that discussion in a bit. What most of you don't know is that we're also significantly ahead of our financial performance as projected in the business plan." That last caused a small stir and I saw the attention level rise.

"This is going to allow us to accelerate the development of other properties, which means that we will have to fold using La Playa as a training ground for opening teams into our staffing mix. Happily, the senior investors also voted yesterday to provide an across-the-board pay increase to all hourly staff, and pay bonuses to all managers. It's not a huge amount, but I believe in sharing good fortune, and pledge to make a bonus and ownership system a part of the culture of the corporation, as long as we continue to set and exceed bold goals while providing unrivaled service." 

A chorus of appreciation rippled around the room. 

"You all earned it, and you'll earn even more as the company expands. Now let's get down to the business of making this place the best damn sex resort in the world. Diane, I understand we had some local kids try to sneak into the party last night..." 

The meeting flowed smoothly along the agenda. We reviewed security issues, problems with the plumbing in a couple of rooms, guest service lessons learned so far, a couple of minor infractions by employees ogling or trying to participate with guests in sex sessions: all the foibles one would expect from a new hotel opening, as well as some of the behavioral issues that will be par for the course at a sex resort. I was very pleased with how on top of things my senior staff were. I caught a couple of them off-guard on some minor issues, but they recovered well and I knew the issues would be resolved, not swept under a handy rug. 

Our biggest single problem was a malfunction in the control panel for the "river." As I had hoped, the chance to float around the grounds, fucking on inner tubes, had proved wildly popular, and it was important to maintain quality standards. The control panel had shut down two of the three main pumps that moved the large quantities of water necessary to push people, water, and tubes around in an extended loop. Water purification pumps continued working, and only two of the guests even noticed that the flow was slower than it should have been. 

The problem turned out to be a faulty circuit board, but we had dropped the ball in not having a back up in inventory. Marion had corrected the oversight with the Chief Engineer, and I sent my personal plane to Miami to pick up both the replacement and the spare. It was an expensive lesson, but I was committed to 100 percent perfection at La Playa.

"One point of policy that I think we need to relook is watersports in the Spa," Julie said. "We've had several 'accidents' during enemata and a few other treatments, and a number of experienced guests have expressed their disappointment with the ban." 

"So what do you specifically propose?" I asked. 

"I think we should allow pee play in the properly equipped treatment rooms, but not in the baths," Julie replied. "Our enema treatment areas already require that we have the drainage and equipment needed to properly clean and sterilize the rooms and equipment, so what's the big deal if we let our guests get a little more kink on?" 

"Okay, I can live with that for now," I decided. "Maybe we need to put more thought into providing for watersports, fisting, and pushing the BDSM envelope at one of our future properties," I mused. 

"Yeah, Boss," Paul joined in. "Maybe do a whole resort just for BDSM like this one is primarily focused on bi." 

"Well, Paul, why don't you put your thoughts into electrons and zip me an email on how we might do that, and especially where our limits should be. We'll keep the lawyers out of the discussion until we decide which resort or resorts would be appropriate, and then we'll let the bloodsuckers tell us how we can't break local law." 

As the meeting wound down I asked Julie and Jacklyn if they had a couple hours to help me with a special project. Marc picked up some of Julie's duties and Jacklyn was able to get a trusted staffer to cover for her during the lunch service on the Isle, and the two women kept their seats as the rest of the staff filed out the double glass doors. Julie picked up on the twinkle in my eye, and figured that whatever the "special project" was, it would include sex. While I hate being predictable, Julie knew me intimately enough; she knew practically everything I do eventually leads to sex. The women settled back into seats in the conversation pit. 

"The next phase of our growth is to be an expansion in the Pacific," I began. "Negotiations for the site will be closed soon, and I'm confident enough of success that I've already got the architects thinking about conceptual plans. My challenge is that if we see the kind of growth I'm now expecting, my time will be pulled in too many directions to give this next project and the ones that succeed it the individual attention necessary to reach the same high standards we've achieved here at La Playa.

"To address this need, I want to assemble a corporate staff that will focus on the development of new properties, including working with the architectural team on amenities, address decorating and food and beverage plans, and hire and train staff. Obviously, experience here at this property is going to be invaluable to that team. I want you two to provide that experience starting in six weeks." Both women looked a little alarmed... six weeks isn't that long.

"I'll be asking a few others to join it as well, and make promotions from existing staff to fill the gaps. Marc, by the way, accepted the offer of the General Manager's position for this property this morning. The development jobs will involve extensive international travel, months at a time living abroad, powerful personalities, and a particular taste for the kind of experience we offer. I think each of you fits that bill. Julie, I want you to be my personal representative on the team, and Jacklyn, I want you to focus on recreational amenities. What do you say?"

The two women looked at each other, their stunned looks mirrored in the other's face. Julie had assumed that the stock I gave her at the shareholders orgy the other night would lead to the General Managership. She liked Marc, but he was also her career competitor in this place. 

She recovered first and asked, "What does this mean in the overall scheme of the corporate hierarchy, Steve?" 

"Good, I'm glad you're hungry for success," I replied. "It means promotion for both of you. Julie, you'll report directly to me and will be considered a corporate vice-president. Jacklyn, you and the rest of the development team will report to Julie and will have the opportunity to compete for a GM's position at one of the new properties. We're setting up a corporate headquarters in Miami, but La Playa will continue to be my primary residence for the foreseeable future. That means I'll be commuting to Miami regularly, and you ladies can continue to live here and hitch a ride with me, though I think a lot of your administrative work will be stuff you can do from a computer anywhere, so you may not need to commute too much."

"Yes!" Julie suddenly exclaimed. "I can't wait to get started!" 

"Me, too, Boss," said Jacklyn with a huge smile. "Thank you so much. I won't let you down." 

"I know you won't, beautiful," I smiled at the lovely and nubile brunette. "And as for getting started right away, that's the project I need your immediate help with.

"You two are key to this operation, so we can't take you out of it opening week, but we do need to identify people to replace you. Julie, Marc will make the decision directly about his own replacement, but I want to make sure he gets a strong female to balance his choice. For a bottom who loves to be cuddled, he can be a bit of a bear when it comes to management issues." 

"I agree, and think Stephanie can handle the job, unless you have other people in mind," said Julie. 

"You may be right about Steph, but let's also go through these applicant packages just to be sure we make the right choice," I replied. 

"Jacklyn, same with you. You may have someone in mind, but let's go through the stack together to make sure we give our guests the very best." 

I pulled two large stacks of personnel folders from a counter and placed them on the table in the center of the conversation pit. 

"Everyone grab a folder. Here are some note pads, and let's wade through quietly." We all began to read.

About halfway through the first folder Jacklyn began to squirm in her chair. Julie held out till folder number three. I didn't even try, idly stroking my cock from the very first. These were no ordinary personnel files. 

The standard types of documents were there of course. Resumes, references, applications, non-compete/non-disclosure agreements and the like. But there were also legal release forms in which applicants who made it past the first two rounds of interviews had to agree to filling out complete sexual histories, list their preferences, describe their fantasies, and express their desires. These included full body nude pictures, both standing front and back and erotic poses during which the cameraman encouraged people to express themselves. 

These types of applications were only for those prospective staff who would potentially have direct sexual contact with guests, and applicants were told of the requirement from the very first to prevent any wastes of time. Most applicants understood the requirement only too well, and went out of their way to make themselves look every bit as good sexually as their resumes made them look professionally. This meant that the folders each read like a series of letters to Penthouse, many with much more detail than was really required.

After about twenty minutes Jacklyn said, "I've got to have some water, can I get some for anyone else?" and got up to walk toward the bar. 

Julie and I responded affirmatively, so Jacklyn brought back three glasses and a pitcher. As she walked back, I noticed the wet spot on her shorts. 

"You know, you ladies don't need to stay dressed for this. This is some steamy stuff, and I know I'm responding pretty positively," I said, leaning back and displaying my half-hard cock. 

"You're right. I tend to forget that I'm not around the guests," laughed Julie, lifting her top over her shoulders. 

"Oh, thanks, Boss," sighed Jacklyn. "I've been getting wetter and wetter, and I wasn't really sure what to do about it." 

"Do?" I asked, "You do what I would expect any healthy person to want to do in this situation, make expert notes while frigging yourself!" 

We laughed as Julie went over and brought back three towels from the stack (there was one in every room of the house) and settled back into our reading, making notes, but also caressing ourselves as we worked. We openly stole glances at each other as we went, savoring the hedonistic delight of being sexy and getting paid for it.

Shortly thereafter the front door opened and in skipped my sweet Deana. She didn't notice us at first as she came into the main room. 

"Hi gorgeous!" I said with a smile. 

"Oh, hi!" she replied with a start. "I didn't see you guys there, you're so quiet. What's going on?" 

"We're just reviewing some personnel files and talking about staffing," I said. "You remember Jacklyn from Eros." 

"Of course. How are you?" my ever-effervescent wife waved a greeting, and for the first time I really noticed how she was dressed. 

She had on her ubiquitous short shorts, as well as photographer's vest -- unbuttoned - on top. When she waved, the vest flapped open and I got yet another look at the tits that always have and always will make my mouth water. Hiking boots on her feet and her tripod and camera bag slung over her shoulders told me she'd been out on another of her nature photography expeditions. 

"I'm fine, Mrs. Johnson, how are you?" replied Jacklyn, unwinding from the lotus position she had assumed on the couch to get up. 

"Oh, don't get up, I can see you guys are busy! Must be some awfully exciting personnel files by the look of Steve's cock. Huh, Julie?" 

"You bet, Dee," Julie said. 

The two women had a slight edge to their relationship: Deana supported my participation in the lifestyle but was always just a little vulnerable to worries about someone else replacing her, despite my best efforts to communicate my undying love. Nonetheless, a partnership almost akin to a polyamorous relationship had evolved between us as Deana became used to the thought that a big part of the sex Julie and I shared was actually work related. 

"Steve is over here being his usual horndog self and encouraging Jacklyn and me in the process. You really should spank him more often: he needs it!" Julie said, slapping me on the shoulder with a file. 

"I don't have time to keep him in line. My birds keep calling, and I know you're keeping him from going completely over the edge," joked Dee. 

"Speaking of birds, I've got two full cards to download to my Mac, and I'm way behind on my other projects, so I'll let you guys get back to 'work.' Have fun, and don't let me disturb you," she said with a smile and a wave as she bounded up the stairs to her private office.

I am so proud of my wife. There are not many women in the world who would blithely wave and smile as their husband sat, naked, in the company of two beautiful - equally naked - women. Deana has grown tremendously in our 25-year marriage. 

From a not-quite-innocent Catholic school girl through motherhood (our grown children have been gone from home for a number of years, and I've never given them the opportunity to judge my lifestyle, though they obviously know what I do) and on into her true flowering just a few years ago, it was when she released her creative talents with a camera and computer that she found her calling in life, and her work quickly became recognized as a unique new eye in the world of nature photography. 

She's still a tomboy, running more miles than I care to imagine, playing sand volleyball, adventuring and reveling in life. I'm convinced that it's her extreme physical activity and the endorphins she enjoys through it that keep her sex drive relatively low. She has always known of my bisexuality, and we've gone through the stages of, "Don't ask-don't tell," through, "You should see a psychiatrist," and on to, "Do you have a boyfriend?" and, "Yes, you can invite him over, but don't expect me to watch or do anything!" 

My winning the lottery had something to do with her unleashing the creativity in her heart, and she was thrilled by the opportunity of traveling to exotic locales around the world. We found a compromise in that we would travel to clothing optional resorts and I would play while she went on treks through the rainforest of whatever country we were in at the time. She loves the beach too, and revels in being able to be nude swimming, and doesn't hesitate to strip off her top during a hot beach volleyball match. However, even today she rarely watches and almost never joins my outside sexual encounters. On the rare occasions she does watch, we always have super-hot sex afterwards, but she's fundamentally wired as a one-man, heterosexual woman, and I deeply respect both the nature and nurture that made her that way.

That being said, there were three rare occasions during which she dabbled in swinging with me, each one heavily lubricated by fine red wine. Once in Paris at a swingers convention where she blew another man as she sat atop my cock, once at a resort on Phuket with a German couple we met on the beach (she fucked the man and actually made out with the woman), and once several weeks earlier, when I hosted a morale-boosting barbecue and orgy for the staff as we struggled to make our opening deadline, she made love to Marc and John after the three of them had destroyed all challengers on the volleyball court. Will she continue to blossom sexually as we live this hedonistic lifestyle? I imagine that the boundaries will blur through time, but that is for her to decide.

We were reading in silence, passing the files around to each other and making notes as we went. 




La Playa Ch. 12



Jacklyn let out a little sigh/moan sound as she passed the last file to me. "God, this one is hot!" she said, rolling her head back as she gave herself a small cum with her finger. 

I watched in appreciation and locked eyes with her briefly as she came down from her high. "Can I get anyone something else to drink?" she asked, rising from the couch and heading for the kitchen. 

"Iced tea for me," I replied as I began reading the file that had affected her so. 

"I'll just stick with the water, thanks, babe," said Julie, stretching like a cat as she finished her last file and made a couple of notes. 

The file was indeed hot. A gorgeous Latina lesbian, with bi tendencies, who had an impressive resume in a food and beverage career and an equally impressive resume in beds and dungeons around the Caribbean. She was currently working in the BVI for one of the sailing charter companies, catering crewed nude cruises. As I read her descriptions of her sexual escapades, from introducing three men to cocksucking as a dominatrix in a Miami club to making love to the wife of a Brazilian diplomat in a coat closet in Kingston, I reached up and pulled and rolled my nipples in their clamps. 

I could feel Julie's eyes on me as I read and played.

Jacklyn came back in the room and placed my tea on the table, then sat next to Julie on the loveseat as I finished up. Julie's hand immediately went to rest on Jacklyn's thigh. I put down the file, took a sip of the tea, and looked a question to my lover/partner. 

"Don't raise those eyebrows at me, you horndog," Julie laughed (but kept her hand in touch with Jacklyn's skin), "I can see how hard that last one made you, and I know exactly what you're thinking." 

"And I know what you're thinking, minx," I smiled as Julie stretched again to show Jacklyn her wonderful tits. "The question is: what is Jacklyn thinking?" I smiled and imitated Julie, arching my back and thrusting my cock up. 

"I'm thinking that the little cum I had isn't nearly enough, and right now I think we should hire and fuck them all," Jacklyn said, slipping an arm behind Julie's back and snuggling closer to the redhead.

Julie pulled Jacklyn closer, and locked their lips together. The two women had a nice chemistry, and were not strangers to each other's body. I removed the nipple clamps to let my tits breathe and took off the rest of my paraphernalia, then lay back and began to masturbate in earnest as the girls made out. Julie was the aggressor, running a hand over Jacklyn's lovely chest and nibbling at an earlobe or neck when they weren't kissing. I used my free hand to rub some life back into my sore nipples as the hand that had the duty cupped and rolled my balls. Jacklyn looked over at me with lust in her eyes. We had not yet consummated a flirtation that had begun in her first interview with me.

Julie swung a leg over Jacklyn and straddled her face-to-face while frenching her deeply. This allowed Julie to use both hands on Jacklyn's tan 34Cs, while Jacklyn slipped a hand into the cleft between Julie's thighs. With some free room on the loveseat, I moved over to be next to them. Reaching over, I caressed them both, massaging Jacklyn's neck with my right hand while running my left over Julie's tight ass. 

Jacklyn's left hand reached out tentatively, and then with conviction, to slowly jack my cock. When Julie came up for air from their kiss, I immediately leaned in and kissed Jacklyn lightly all over her face. Her mouth opened and her tongue reached out to probe for mine and pull me closer. Julie leaned down and began feasting on Jacklyn's nipples.

As our passion grew I heard Deana coming back down the stairs. I had a brief concern about how she would feel, seeing me with Julie again, but quickly realized that our love is based on 100 percent honesty, and I honestly wanted both of these amazing women right now. I heard a low chuckle as my wonderful wife passed through to the kitchen to make her lunch. This let me know that we had taken yet another step in our growth together, and that Julie was no longer any threat at all in Dee's mind. Like the Grinch, something on me grew three sizes that day, but it wasn't my heart...

I took over the nipple duty from Julie as she slid to the floor and urged Jacklyn's willing legs wide apart. We had been reading what was essentially true-life erotica and masturbating for nearly an hour; we needed very little more in terms of warm-ups. I bit down and sucked hard on pebbly nipples, while Julie's face was immediately soaked with a squirting cum from Jacklyn. The hedonistic brunette had lost control at the first flick of Julie's tongue, and cried out in a massive orgasm, her eyes closed and head rolling side to side. As the spasms subsided, Julie brought her drenched face up for me to kiss and lick, the savory liquid further fueling our desire.

To my surprise, Jacklyn now asserted herself and gave directions as she regained her breath. 

"Julie, lie back on the couch and spread those legs. I want some pussy and I want it now. Boss, you fuck me with that wonderful wand while I show this slut how we do it downtown." 

As she spoke she pushed Julie back onto one of the larger sectionals and dove between her legs. She raised her ass high in the air on legs spread to shoulder width, and wiggled two inviting holes at me. I chose frontal aperture for our first fuck, my cock sliding into a cunt that felt like boiling silk.

Julie lay back and began to twist her nipples and arch her back, begging Jacklyn to, "Suck my clit off, dammit!" 

I pounded hard and fast, pushing Jacklyn's face harder into Julie's sex with every thrust. Like Jacklyn, Julie was already primed, and moved quickly into a series of three building orgasms. 

"Oh god," she panted on the first. "Yes!" she hissed during the second. "Shit, I love to fuck!" she screamed on the third, her hips bucking up so hard that I pulled back, afraid we would break Jacklyn's nose between our pounding bodies. 

Though I really needn't have worried. Jacklyn had Julie's clit firmly between her teeth, and a vacuum lock of her lips to Julie's baby smooth pubis. She was like a remora attached to the body of a whale, interlocked with her host and drinking life through their connection. Julie thrashed for several more seconds and through another couple of orgasms, moaning and shouting incoherently, until she collapsed back down onto the couch. Only then did Jacklyn release her grip, sliding up to kiss Julie deeply, sharing the moment of complete satisfaction and strengthening the new bond they shared. 'They'll make wonderful traveling companions for each other as they work around the world,' I thought.

Happily, these two women were professional wantons. After sharing an intimate moment, Jacklyn spun back up asking, "Why did you stop fucking, Boss?" and pushing me back onto the loveseat. 

When I explained my concern for her facial features, she laughed and guided my cock back into her pussy, straddling my legs and pushing up and down on my shoulders. 

I noticed Deana munching on a sandwich in the passageway to the kitchen. She smiled at me, blew me a kiss, then took a seat to watch the rest of the encounter. Julie saw her too, and moved quickly to make sure Jacklyn wasn't startled that her boss's wife was watching as she fucked her boss like a true slut. 

"Isn't she lovely, Dee?" Julie asked as she wrapped her arms around Jacklyn from the back, taking a tit firmly in each hand. 

Jacklyn looked at me like a deer in the headlights, but I quickly smiled and made reassuring noises. 

Dee settled the matter. "She's incredible, Julie. I just hope she fucks Steve right down through that couch so I can get some work done this afternoon. If he doesn't cum right now he'll be a complete bear the rest of the day. Fuck him good, Jacklyn, and make him cum deep inside you. He loves to shoot inside." 

I moaned my agreement and thrust up as Julie slipped a finger of her left hand into Jacklyn's firm bottom, her right hand rolling and pulling Jacklyn's nipple. Left with no chance to flee, Jacklyn's lust quickly took back over and she began to fuck like a demon.

Most of the women who work for me can milk a cock with their vagina. This is a fundamental skill for a truly sexual woman, and I encourage them to teach and coach each other. Jacklyn turned out to have the most incredible milking technique I'd ever felt.  

I once watched a young woman in a bar in the Philippines open a Coke bottle with her pussy. I remember thinking how strong those muscles would have to be to accomplish such a feat. Jacklyn's pussy must have at least approximated, if not exceeded, that strength. 

"My god, she's pulling my dick right off!" I exclaimed, eliciting a guffaw from Deana and an appreciative coo from Julie. 

"I mean it! It's better than the suction Herb can develop in a blowjob. Incredible!" I yelled, much to my highly entertained wife's delight.

"Julie, honey, put another finger in my ass and I think we can pull this cock right out its of socket," Jacklyn said as she pumped up and down. 

Julie complied, and I felt her digits sawing in and out through the membrane separating Jacklyn's lovely holes. True to her word, Jacklyn actually increased the strength of her vaginal grip. 

"Shit, here it cums, you evil slut!" I exclaimed as I felt my balls contract and my hips began to thrust up almost involuntarily. 

"Unnnngh," I grunted like a porn star as my seedless sperm erupted up into this beautiful goddess looming over me. "Ohh, yess!!!" I exclaimed as she reached down and firmly twisted each nipple, eliciting yet more uncontrollable spasms from my cock. 

"Oh! Me, too!" cried out Jacklyn as she abandoned herself to yet another orgasm. We bucked and bounced for what seemed like forever, reveling in each other's pulsations and ripples. Julie moaned right along with us, caught up in the fever of the moment of consummation.

As we calmed, I heard a quiet but clearly amused voice say, "And me without my camera!"



La Playa Ch. 13



Rainy Day Revelries

The rain hit just before noon. A tropical depression was forming to the east of the island, and widely scattered showers were popping off across the area. The forecast was for the depression to strengthen into a tropical storm over the course of a couple of days, but by that time it would be well away from La Playa. In the meantime, the rain was putting a damper on most of the outdoor activities at the resort.

A few people took advantage of the weather to fuck in the rain, and the bar was filled with people eating, drinking, and making out. The pool and river were closed due to nearby lightning. Julie directed her staff to institute the resort's rainy day plans. An announcement went out over the PA system, informing the guests that the Activities Staff would host an impromptu celebration in the Ballroom. Prizes would recognize the sexiest man, woman, and couple, best outfit (revealing), best outfit (non-revealing), most female orgasms in five minutes, most male orgasms in 20 minutes, and a grand prize would go to the biggest cum slut. The festivites would start at 2:00 PM. Needless to say, after the announcement, the resort was abuzz.

Betsy and Bridget quickly disabused their men of any plans to join the crowd in the Ballroom. The four were a little sunburned and in need of rest, especially after the marathon fucking they participated in at the party the night before. 

"Besides, Bridge and I want some time to each other, and you guys promised you'd let us record you together," said Betsy as she rubbed aloe vera on her pink nipples, the cool gel causing them to pucker and distend. 

"Right," Bridget chimed in. "We've been planning all week to take today to rest up, but nothing says you two boys can't go at each other while Bets and I watch, huh?" 

Len, who was mostly straight and really only went bi to make Bridget happy, was a bit crestfallen. He wanted to see a bunch of women all frigging themselves in the orgasm competition. Charlie, who had proposed marriage to Betsy the first time she revealed her 40DD breasts to him, was more philosophical. He was bi but leaned straight, knew that neither Betsy nor Bridget would really stay out of the pile if he and Len put on a good show, and actually enjoyed the feeling of Len's cock sawing in and out of his ass. The foursome had been swinging together for four years, ever since they had met at a pool party in San Antonio, and planned this vacation together the first time they heard of La Playa. 

"Well buddy, if we gotta, we gotta," sighed Charlie in mock disappointment, trying to cheer up Len. "Pussies rule the world, and you and I are just pawns. Don't worry, I'll let you top me the whole way," Charlie smiled and gave Len's cock a pat through the light shorts he wore. 

"That's the spirit!" cried Bridget. "Hey lover," she smiled coyly at Betsy, "why don't you give the boys a show while I grab the video camera? Len always loves watching you suck your own tits while you play with yourself, and that'll help Charlie get him going." 

Betsy gave her female lover a lurid grin, peeled off the towel wrapped around her waist, laid back on the couch, and applied more aloe to her nipples. 

Len loved watching the chubby little bleached blonde slut put on a show. She knew just how to lock her gaze onto his or any man's eyes, as she pulled on the fat nipples in the middle of her silver dollar aureoles. He thought again, probably for the 10,000th time, how lucky Charlie was to have such a wanton as a wife. 

Not that Bridget was any slouch in bed. In fact, it was quite the opposite. However, Betsy was a true slut. She would suck any cock, lick any pussy, and fuck anywhere, anytime. Len considered that to be the perfect woman. Charlie loved it too, He was proud of his little slut, and felt his cock grow as she reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy lips apart. She had large, droopy lips and a clit that stood out a good half inch when she was feeling horny, as she obviously was right at that moment. She dipped the middle finger of her right hand deep into her pussy, pulling out her wetness and rubbing her clit with it. Next, she dipped the forefingers of both hands inside her lips, then mixed the musky wetness with the slick aloe gel covering her nipples. This caused both nipples to harden into pencil erasers, and sent shivers down to her clit. 

She watched the men through hooded eyes as she reveled in her own pure sexiness. Charlie had dropped his pants completely, pulling his rapidly hardening dick with one hand as he reached into Len's pants and stroked his cock to attention. They were side by side on the loveseat, Len leaning back, tipping a beer bottle to his lips while lifting his hips to give Charlie access. 

As much as the men loved watching Betsy play, she loved seeing her Charlie go after a cock. He'd acted like a kid in a candy store ever since they arrived, and this thought sent a further thrill through her. She lifted her breasts, hefted their weight in her hands and enjoyed the light bounce, then pulled her left breast up and engulfed the nipple, sucking hard so it would distend further and stand out. She released the nipple with a popping sound, then did the same to her right. Len groaned, lifted his hips and lowered his pants the rest of the way. 

As Len settled back and reached for his beer again, Charlie slipped off the loveseat and moved between Len's legs. 

"That's it, lover," urged Betsy. "Suck that sweet cock and get it good and hard so it can fuck your tight ass. I want to hear you scream as Len plows you good. Oh, baby, it turns me on so to see you suck cock!" 

Betsy was coach and cheerleader for a team that needed little encouragement. Charlie laved Len's balls with his tongue, already oblivious to the fact that his wife sat across the room, pumping four fingers into her cunt and pulling her left nipple several inches up from her tit as she urged him to give in to his homosexual needs. 

"Isn't he a great cocksucker, Len?" asked Betsy, knowing what effect her potty mouth had on their friend's libido and inhibitions. "Don't you just love watching me frig my pussy and twist my nipples while my man swallows your dick?" 

Len moaned again as his hand sought out Charlie's shoulders and neck to pull him closer.

Bridget reentered the room carrying the video recorder and tripod in one hand, a small professional studio light in the other. She grinned lecherously at Betsy, who licked her own nipple through an answering smile as she simultaneously twisted her clit. Len's eyes glassed over as Charlie began to piston up and down. Bridget hurried to get the equipment set up so she could join her girlfriend and taste that sweet pussy.

Charlie, as usual, loved the feeling of Len's cock on his tongue. The firm sponginess of the head, the hardening ripples of the veins, and the salty sweetness of the precum all combined to make him feel right and horny in committing the homosexual act. He felt his own cock jump at the thought of this fine organ slipping past his sphincter as it had so often before. He and Betsy had two other couples who lived in their state that they played with on occasion, and Charlie had taken full advantage of the libidinous yet safe atmosphere at La Playa to sample as many cocks as possible so far, but Len and Bridget were not just his favorite lovers, they were also his best friends. The added emotion enhanced his pleasure in gobbling the fine cock between his lips, and made him want to give Len his very best.

Bridget got the equipment up, plugged in, and running in record time. She really could have been quite happy in life as a lesbian, and found her mouth watering as Betsy continued to frig herself and moan softly. Len was her college sweetheart, was a wonderful provider as they raised their kids, and was open-minded enough to respond well as she had led him toward an open relationship and a swinging lifestyle. 

She looked through the view finder on the camera to frame the two men properly, flipped on the light, and pressed RECORD on the camera's remote control as she moved toward Betsy, dropping the flimsy pareo which had draped her hips. She fell to her knees in front of her lover and literally dove between Betsy's legs, smothering Betsy's masturbating hand with kisses as she forced her lips and tongue toward their target. Betsy recognized the urgency in her lover, and let out a loud moan of satisfaction as she scooted her ass closer to the edge of the couch as Bridget's knowing tongue flicked like a snake from her vaginal opening to her clitoris.

Len blinked a bit as the bright studio light illuminated the loveseat, but quickly adjusted and focused as he saw his loving wife practically attack the crotch of the slut on the couch. He felt the blood rush and expand his already hard cock to full staff, as much from the picture of lesbian lust across the room as from Charlie's vacuum grip on his rod. Charlie, too, noticed the twitch from the cock in his mouth, and swirled his tongue around Len's circumcised head. His hand was down between his own legs, his middle finger massaging his sphincter muscle in preparation for the invasion to come. 

Len looked up when he heard Betsy cry out her first orgasm. "Oh shit, Bridge, just like that, just like that! Oooohhhhhh!!!"

Betsy lifted her hips and ground her pussy into Bridget's face as she came. This sent Len over the edge, causing him to lose all control, spurting a load of cum against the back of Charlie's throat. Charlie was surprised and choked just a bit, but quickly recovered and savored the salty nectar on his tongue. 

Bridget smiled to herself, proud that she could bring her lover off so quickly, and redoubled her assault on Betsy's clit. She knew that Betsy would quickly reach another peak, and was again rewarded with, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." as Betsy spasmed anew.

Bridget eventually relented in her attentions to her lover's pussy, which was swollen and pink and emitted a strong scent of pleasure, then moved up onto the couch to kiss and cuddle. Betsy licked her own juices voraciously from her pretty friend's face, then forced her tongue down Bridget's throat to communicate her ongoing desire. 

Bridget returned the kiss forcefully, then broke and whispered in Betsy's ear, "Let's get the boys settled into a fuck, then go into the other bedroom and really enjoy each other, okay?" 

Betsy nodded her approval of the plan with a smile and added a caress of Bridget's nipple as they both turned their attention back to the men.

Charlie was still working on Len, who had his head thrown back to finish his beer. Len could be kept hard after cumming with the right combination of enthusiasm and wet sucking, and Charlie's appetite for cock had only grown with the unexpected gift of sperm he had just swallowed. Charlie knew that Bridget would soon direct Len and him to fuck, and he couldn't wait to feel Len pounding his ass. 

As if on cue, Bridget said, "Okay, boys, Betsy and I want to see some serious fucking over there!" She then rose from her lover's embrace to refocus the camera. 

Betsy reached for the end table and threw Len a packet of lube as Charlie ceased his suctioning of Len's cock and spun around on his knees. 

Len slid off the loveseat as he tore open the package so thoughtfully provided. Taking position behind Charlie, he squeezed the lube first on his own cock, then on Charlie's bum. He massaged the lube evenly over his still mostly-hard organ as Charlie reached between his own legs to spread the gob of goo around and in his nether opening. 

Bridget followed the motion in the viewfinder, zooming back and forth from Charlie's ass to Len's now-glistening cock. Len scooted forward on his knees, aimed his cock at Charlie's rosebud, and pressed in. Charlie breathed out steadily, focused on relaxing his sphincter, and was quickly rewarded with Len's cockhead invading his backdoor. Bridget pulled the focal field back to frame both men, once again hit RECORD and moved back over to the couch where Betsy contentedly masturbated as she watched their men begin to fuck.

Moving slowly at first, Len stuffed Charlie full of man-meat with short little pumps. Charlie groaned and closed his eyes, savoring the lovely feeling of a cock in his rectum. As Len's cock pressed against Charlie's prostate, the good feelings swept over the bottom man and he let out another, louder groan of pleasure. 

"Yeah, Len," Charlie hissed between his teeth. "Fuck me. Take my ass and make it scream like you know you can." 

Len responded to the feelings of Charlie's tight ass, the mental picture of Charlie's words, and the actual sight of Betsy devouring Bridget's tits across the room and sank his cock to the hilt. 

"Come on, lover," Charlie encouraged. "You know I want your cock so bad. Fuck me like you've never fucked me before and let's give those two sexy bitches over there a good show."

Len let loose and began to pound Charlie's ass. His cock was hard as a rock despite the fact that he'd cum not more than ten minutes previous, and the feeling of his buddy's tight hole around his shaft was marvelous. For once he even forgot about their wives making out on the couch, and simply focused on the raw sex coming from the man-pussy he was fucking. 

"Oh yeah, Len!" Charlie encouraged his lover. "Give me your cock! Take my ass and fuck it! Stretch it out, man!" 

Len grunted and slapped Charlie's ass hard, eliciting a surprised yelp, then an increase in tempo from Charlie as he fucked back onto Len's pole. 

"You like that, boy?" Len snarled at Charlie. "You like taking a dick way up your fuck hole and getting slapped around at the same time?" He slapped the other cheek of Charlie's ass. This was something new, and got the girls' attention across the room. 

"Yeah, baby," Charlie yelled. "Beat my ass and fuck me raw!" 

Len did just that. He abandoned restraint and control, and gave himself over to animal lust. With every two or three thrusts of his hips, he slapped Charlie's reddening cheeks. He grunted and growled like a bear rooting for grubs as he sawed his cock in and out. For his part, Charlie's whole being was focused on his asshole and the cock reaming it. He too was down to the animal level, moaning and groaning with each thrust or slap. His head rested on his hands, and he rocked back and forth, guided and controlled by his lover above him. He simply gave in to the situation, which was to be used as his lover pleased. 

The two best friends fucked like that for over fifteen minutes. Charlie's butt cheeks were a bright crimson. Len was drenched in sweat, his lips pulled into an Elvis snarl, his whole attention focused squarely between his legs. And he felt the eruption building in his balls. It felt like his nut sack was roiling and boiling, bubbling up and receding, with each wave rising just a bit higher. 

Charlie's cock leaked copious precum which was slung about in all directions as his cock danced with each impact of Len's hips or hands. He had never cum without touching his cock, but it was happening now. He was a purely sexual animal, and his need to feel the hot sperm spewing into his rectum was overwhelming. Len literally shuddered as he bottomed out. His eyes clenched tightly shut, squeezing out tears as Charlie began to howl his orgasm. 

Just as he felt he would black out, Len's cock erupted deep in Charlie's bowels. There were no words, just incoherent yells from both men as they came in simultaneous ecstasy. Charlie's spunk flew all around from his wildly gyrating cock, and Len's entire body clenched with each spasm. The men were drenched in sweat and pheromones, a heavy musk pervading the room as they fought to remain connected through their orgasms. Even as they began their climaxes together, they each spasmed one last time and froze together, Len's cock still buried to the hilt. 

Len collapsed on top of Charlie, wrapping his arms around Charlie's torso. He couldn't believe what he had just felt. He didn't know where it came from, or why it had happened, but it was the first time he ever felt the kind of emotions about a man he was feeling right at that moment. They confused and thrilled him simultaneously as both men's gasps for air caused their slick skin to slide together. 

He lay his cheek on Charlie's back, closed his eyes, and relaxed to regain his breath. As his cock softened, he felt Charlie stir and rose off him. His cock slipped out and Charlie rolled over, slinging his arms around Len's neck and pulling him into a deep soul kiss. This would have normally been where Len's mind would have rebelled, causing him to pull away. Kissing, he previously considered, was way too gay. However, this time he responded enthusiastically, and received his lover's thanks with real pleasure.

As they broke their kiss, the two men realized the room was utterly silent except for the rhythm of the rain on the windows, and they remembered their wives. Together they looked across the room. Bridget had three fingers buried to the last knuckles in Betsy's pussy, and Betsy was holding Bridget's left nipple between her fingers, but the women were neither moving nor making a sound. They both stared with saucer eyes at their men, shocked and fascinated by the raw lust just displayed on the floor before them. 

When Len and Charlie's eyes met theirs, the spell was broken, and Bridget was the first to speak. "Damn, I hope you guys stayed in the frame. I have GOT to see that again!" And the rain continued to fall.



La Playa Ch. 14



The Dungeon – Three Vignettes of the BDSM Lifestyle at La Playa

Author's Note: This story provides little character development, as I hope you'll see in the first two paragraphs. To understand the narrators readers may want to review La Playa Ch.1 in the Group Sex category.

Scene 1: Master Paul

Hector screamed. He didn't cry out, moan, groan, pant, or mumble incoherently. The only way to describe it is as a scream. It was a girlie scream too. 

I smiled and gave him a chance to catch his breath, but I did not release the pressure of the adjustable alligator clamps on his nipples. Nor did I withdraw my cock from his ass. I pulled back until two inches of my steel hard black cock were left inside, then thrust the remaining eight inches back in with a slap. Hector screamed again, and a small drop of blood began to seep past the tooth of the left clamp that had broken the skin. I'd have to remember that and see to it that he had some first aid after the scene. After I had my cum in his girlie white ass.

It was Thursday evening of our first week of operation at La Playa, and I was letting off some steam from the intensity of opening week. My shortest workday this week was 16 hours. Steve had warned those of us who had never participated in a hotel or resort opening that the first few weeks, hell the first month, would be crazy, and had urged us to take every opportunity to recharge our batteries as we went. Just as long as we kept the guests happy. Well this candy-assed guest better be real happy right now.

I had Hector's head and hands in classic standing stocks. The device was only about four feet high, so this forced him to bend over at the waist. A spreader bar kept his tanned and taught legs in the right position to open his ass for my total use. I knew that he was at La Playa on a working vacation. He was a porn star plugging his films for one of our owners, Mr. Randy the porn producer, and thus I didn't really consider him a "guest" in the true sense of the word. No, tonight he was my meat.

They call me Master Paul, and I'm the Dungeon Master at La Playa. Tonight was a free play night in the Dungeon, and we were giving the guests more leeway in their choices of play. Still no ball gags or snuff play, watersports only in the specially designated area, and no serious blood/bodywork would be allowed, but anything and everything up to those limits was fine. Anjali and I were keeping our eyes on activities in different rooms. She had the duty in the electro-torture area, while I had the mediaeval equipment. 

Claudia was supervising the enemas and watersports (yeah, we are relaxing the WS restrictions in the Dungeon,) Juan and Dana were working the front desk and keeping the true novices out, and Dirk was playing lifeguard in the Grotto, which could get slippery when wet. The subs, who are all well paid professionals just like the Doms and Dommes, were floating about in pairings, providing towels, instructions on the simpler toys and equipment, and adding to our safety eyes.

Hector's long blonde hair hung down and around his face. He was rolling his head from side to side, letting himself get into the feel of my 10 inches sliding in and out of his ass. It was a talented ass, I had to admit. But it was also a typical ass based upon my experience with people in "the industry." Most of the male porn stars I've ever met are gay, and can't live up to their macho personas in person. Hector looked great: chiseled abs; runner's legs; and hair in a stylish cut. All show and no substance. So I figured I would give him a taste of the real world when I saw him enter the dungeon with a collar on. I didn't want to leave this kind of work to some guest who is just here for a few kicks. I wanted Hector to be scared shitless. 

But my next thought was "this is boring, I want some pussy." 

As I pulled fully out of his ass I saw his sphincter wink at me. At least his ass knew what it liked. I moved around to his front, pulled off the condom and stuck my cock in his face. His ass had been clean, but I knew he got a nostril full of his own musk as I forced the head past his lips, grabbing a handful of blonde hair to give myself purchase. 

"Your pussy is sweet, boy," I growled at him. "But if you don't suck the cum right out of my balls I'm going to cut your nipples right off." 

I felt the suction increase, and then I pulled my cock back out of his mouth, but decided not to wait around for the payoff. I adjusted the blindfold over his eyes, then grabbed a pair of headphones from the hook on the wall. I plugged them into the jack in the floor beneath the stocks and slipped them over his ears. Until someone released him from the stocks or pulled off the headset he was going to listen to soundtracks from horror movies – soundtracks of human screaming. This was my idea, my contribution to making La Playa special. 

All the stationary implements and equipment in the dungeon had such a jack in close proximity, with a selector knob to allow the Dom to decide what the sub would hear. Then I walked over to the first aid kit hanging on the wall. I came back with a bottle of Mercurochrome. I painted his nipple to protect against infection, leaving the clamps in place. Then I painted "fuck me" in Mercurochrome red on Hector's butt cheeks and walked away. A sub would release him if he said the safe word. Or on the next hour, whichever came first.

Scene 2: Mistress Anjali

Paul nodded at me as he stepped into the electro-torture area, grabbed a leash on a pretty guest and pulled her toward the medieval room. I had her husband/boyfriend/sex partner strapped down on a plastic table with electrodes attached to an even dozen places, she knew the safe word, and Paul is a professional, so his action did not alarm me. But I was a little worried about him. He seemed to feel like he had to be "on" 24/7, and was spending way too much time worrying about his image. 

I just hoped he could keep reminding himself that we are here to make sure these people have a good experience. That they are paying a lot of money to be tortured, humiliated, dominated, and fucked. I've known Paul for 15 years. We've worked in a number of houses and dungeons together. Staged some outrageous scenes at events and parties in the Bay Area, which is where we met Steve. 

"Paul is a pro, and just needs a little more sleep," I thought to myself.

With that I turned back to look at the goings on in the room. A mixed group of seven people were standing around the padded table in the far corner. A gorgeous young redheaded woman was strapped to the table, her master standing at the control panel at the foot of the table. In the interest of safety only a very few Doms or Dommes who could prove a high level of knowledge and experience were allowed to use this table on willing subjects. 

Most of the "electro torture" devices in the room were run on nothing stronger than "D" cell batteries, but this table operated on 110 volt AC power with electrodes controlled through a series of rectifiers with rheostats. A skilled practitioner could give one part of a body a pretty good jolt, while gently caressing another with a tingling sensation only. The redhead was writhing on the table as her Master skillfully varied the voltage moving through the many electrodes attached to her body. Her ear lobes, nipples, finger tips, cunt lips, clit and toes all had small clamps attached with wire leads. An anal probe wire protruded from her ass, and a speculum held her vagina open. The people surrounding the table were either paying close attention to learn from an obvious expert, or were jacking or jilling themselves or a partner to the sights and sounds they witnessed. The redhead spasmed in both orgasm and pain as the Master in charge flipped a switch and energized the anal probe.

A young female couple approached me walking on their knees, their eyes turned down and their hands holding a harness I had designed myself. 

"Please, Mistress," plead one woman, a curvaceous brunette. "Please teach us how to use this device?" 

"Very well, pretty ones, move over to the mats," I replied. 

The pair moved quickly, still on their knees, to the area of the floor covered with gym mats and found an empty space. I examined the ass of the second woman, also a brunette but less full-figured than the one who spoke, as I walked across the room. I took the proffered harness and unfastened the various snaps and buckles. 

I ordered the curvaceous one to stand and quickly strapped her into one half of the harness, connecting electrode leads to her nipples as I went, then directed her to lie down face up with her knees raised. I repeated the procedure with the other girl, ordering her into a 69 position with her partner. Reaching between them, I attached the crotch of one half of the harness to the collar of one slave, fastened some buckles in between their torsos, then attached the other collar at the other end of the harness. The final buckles put their wrists into straps at their sides, preventing them from using their hands or arms to control their body weight or position on each other. They could only get out of this predicament with outside help. Then I turned the rheostat on the battery pack attached to the side of the harness to being the flow of electricity to their nipples.

The result was that the face of each woman was forced into the crotch of the other, encouraging them to lick each other. The top woman was on her knees with the weight of her upper body resting on the bottom. I directed the bottom to lift her knees up, and attached two further straps to hold her legs up on the harness of the top woman. 

"Lick each other until I direct you to stop," I said, then looked around the room. 

I saw two couples standing at the doorway with slightly apprehensive but curious looks on their faces. Two average looking vanilla couples, the men with slight paunches and the women with bleached blonde hair. All four wore collars, had bisexual/bottom wrist bands on, but were obviously new to the BDSM scene. 

"You two, present yourselves," I ordered the two men to leave their partners and kneel at my feet. 

They hesitated at first, but responded when I cracked my riding crop, which hung from a thong on my wrist, against my thigh. 

"You will each fuck one of these women in their pussies until they orgasm", I said, gesturing to the two women I just put into the 69 harness. "You may NOT cum. Once they have orgasmed you will switch women and fuck their asses until you cum. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress," they answered in unison.

The two men took their positions and slipped their cocks into the two bound women. I moved over to the two women left standing in the door. 

"What do you two think about those slut boys fucking other girls and leaving you hanging?" I asked. 

"I'm not sure, Mistress," mumbled the taller blonde. 

"Doesn't it make you angry?" I demanded of the shorter woman. 

"Yes, Mistress," she replied. 

"Then do something about it you stupid cunts!" I yelled. "You may each flog those pussy boys. Hurt them. Make sure they don't cum!" 

The light dawned and the two women grinned at each other. 

"Thank you, Mistress," they said with songs in their hearts as they moved off to the racks on the wall. 

One selected a cat 'o nine tails, the other a studded paddle, and moved over to take their revenge on the men. It's all in a day's work at La Playa.

Scene 3: Mistress Dirk

I just love the Grotto. I think it's the sexiest part of La Playa. It is a small maze of caves and water features that offers a back entrance to the Dungeon, and empties out to the River in the feature that provides its name. Recessed directional lighting (even a couple of real gas torches at the Dungeon door,) a rubberized floor to guard against slipping, drip and mist water outlets strategically placed to leave some walls wet while others are dry, and every 15 feet or so another alcove or wall recess that provides a big bench or even bed covered with a waterproof pad – perfect for a couple or a few people to play. A couple of alcoves include glory holes from the Dungeon so people can get their kicks in that special way. 

"Excuse me, sir," a woman's voice sought my attention from behind. "Can you direct me to the Dungeon door?" 

I noticed the purple armband she wore next to the blue, blue, pink of a bi-curious hetero and replied 

"Ma'am or Mistress is more appropriate in addressing me, sub!" 

The woman, nude from the waist down with a wet t-shirt on top, torn to reveal her right nipple, quailed a bit and flushed as she noticed my tits. They may not be Mae West's, but I've worked hard for my 34b bosom, they are my favorite feature, and my cock gets hard every time I play with them. 

"Excuse me, Mistress!" the sub exclaimed, dropping to her knees and lowering her eyes. 

This one was well trained. I decided to forgive her mistake. Hell, I know I still look like a guy from the back despite all the hormones I chew as a transexual, and let her earn her answer. 

"You will be forgiven after you suck my cock for one minute, slime!" 

I menaced her and moved closer. She obediently opened her mouth and closed her eyes as I forced my second-favorite feature past her lips.

A few people moved past in ones and twos as the cute little sub did her thing. The Grotto always seems to be filled with voyeurs and passers by, the curious looking to get their jollies and hoping to find a full-blown orgy around the next darkened corner. Not unlike some of the bathhouses I used to frequent back in the States. 

The slender woman did well. Not the greatest cocksucker I've known, but a commendable job for a girl. 

I counted to 60 and said "Very well, girl, you are forgiven. You may go now and tell your Master or Mistress of your mistake and penance, and allow them to decide if you need further punishment. The Dungeon door is two intersections down on your right, just look for the flicker of the torch flames in the dark." 

At that moment I heard a woman's voice say "there you are, Sandi!" 

The sub spun and, remaining on her knees, kissed the feet of a butch gyrl I'd seen around the grounds this week. 

"Mistress, this unit got lost and asked directions. Unfortunately this unit mistook the lovely Lady for a man from the rear, and in penance had to suck her cock. Do you want to punish this unit further for its stupidity?" 

You could hear the pleading anticipation in the sub's voice. 

"How could you possibly mistake Mistress Dirk for a male you stupid cunt?" butch girl asked. 

"Oh Mistress Rizzo, it was the power of her shoulders that confused this worthless unit, please allow me to fully correct my error." 

Rizzo and Sandi – clearly not their real names. These two were playing out the movie "Grease" the way it should have played. I would have plowed Travolta's butt good!

Letting the thread play out, "Rizzo" said "yes, you must offer your ass to Mistress Dirk to treat as she pleases for the next half hour." Addressing me she said "may I watch and learn from you?" 

"Sure, honey, let's move to an alcove" I said with a smile. 

I led the two women, Sandi with her eyes lowered and Rizzo grinning because she was playing in the big leagues, around a couple of bends until we found some empty pads. 

"Slut, grab a condom, but no lube," I ordered the sub. 

She glanced up with a look of alarm as Rizzo chuckled. 

"Good idea, Mistress," said Rizzo. "Fuck her ass raw with that nice black cock of yours." 

Sandi handed me the condom. I noticed her hand trembling as she did. 

"Actually I want the slut to use your juices as lube, Mistress Rizzo," I said to the dyke. "But first I want little Sandi here to get me hard, just like she did with Danny before he and his gang had their way with her little virgin cunt." 

"I remember that night," replied Rizzo, pleased that I picked up on the movie reference for their fantasy. "Zucco and his pigs fucked her good as she cried and bled on the back seat of 'Greased Lightning.' I laughed and laughed that the stupid little slut had let those morons get to her. Then I took her myself later that night at the slumber party." 

Sandi was on her knees on the padded bench, sucking on my cock as I stood. My dick was responding rather languidly to her ministrations, and I had an idea to speed up the proceedings. 

"Mistress Rizzo," I said, "would you care to sample my titties while your little piece gets me hard?" 

Rizzo's eyes lit up and she licked her lips as her eyes drank in my hard little nipples. 

"Oh yes, thank you Mistress Dirk, I do believe I would," she replied, moving closer to me and lowering her head. 

I was wearing a leather torso harness above my pink ballerina skirt, so my nipples were fully exposed while you could still see the person ministering to my organ through the gauze of the tutu. Rizzo's work on my nipples had an immediate effect. She suckled first, then tickled with her tongue, then bit and pulled her head back to stretch first the left and then the right nubbin. 

"Yeah," I growled, "you know how to suck on titties, girl." 

She smiled as she chewed on my right nip.

My cock quickly went hard. My nipples are ultra-sensitive and seem to be hard wired direct to my balls. The little sub kept up her work on my growing shaft as I directed her to finger her Mistress to get some girl-goo for lubrication. Rizzo responded well to the obviously familiar ministrations of her sub, and transmitted that to my tits with enthusiasm. Sandi also reached up and rolled my balls in her free hand. 

After a few minutes of letting the two women feast on my manly womanhood I said, "Rizzo, why don't you slip that rubber on my cock and let me fuck your little bitch. Do you want her to suck your clit while I use her?" 

"I'd rather sixty-nine with her and watch your dick slide in and out of her ass, Dirk" replied the dark haired Domme, "if that's ok with you." 

"Sure, honey," I replied as she rolled the condom on my cock, Sandi's fingers still buried in her Mistress' twat. 

"Ok little bitch, let your Mistress take her position, but don't let your fingers get dry or your sweet little asshole will regret it!" I said to Sandi. 

I was more and more impressed with the dedication the sub had to her role as she kept two fingers pumping in and out of Rizzo while the butch girl got comfortable on her back, her head at the edge of the cushions and reaching up to lick the bottom of my cock. 

"Now lube your butt up good, sub, for my big dick," I ordered the slender brunette as she moved into sixty-nine with her Domme. 

"And start sucking my clit, slut!" added Rizzo with a hard slap to Sandi's ass. 

Sandi reached between the two female bodies with her slick fingers and plunged them into her asshole, rubbing the gooey slickness into her tender membranes.

Rizzo pulled Sandi's rear down onto her mouth as I lined up my rubber-clad cock. Despite the lubrication and Rizzo's spit on my dick, I felt plenty of friction and resistance as I brutally thrust forward. Sandi cried out into her Mistress' cunt, the first slip of discipline I had seen from the sub. Rizzo reached up with her tongue trying to add wetness to my shaft as I pulled back. She didn't want her possession damaged it seemed, or wasn't as heartless as she liked to act. 

"Does that hurt little one?" I asked Sandi, stroking her back with one hand while holding her in place with the other as I plunged back in to the hilt. 

"Yes, Mistress," the brunette replied. "But this unit is yours as its Mistress directed. Use it as you will." 

"Very good, little one," I said. "You are well trained and your Mistress is fortunate to have such a possession. Now settle in and give your Mistress a good cum while I take my pleasure." 




La Playa Ch. 14



She lowered her head back into Rizzo's crotch, and I heard no more noises as I began to fuck in earnest.

Three or four voyeurs had gathered to view our tableau. I had both hands on my own nipples, pinching, twisting and squeezing them hard as my hips pistoned my cock back and forth. Rizzo's arms wrapped around Sandi's waist and her lips firmly attached to her sub's clit helped keep the object of my pleasure from bouncing away. Sandi was obviously better at eating pussy than sucking cock, because Rizzo was making mewing sounds as her need built. Sandi's ass had loosened just enough to allow my dick to slide in and out smoothly, while still providing a snug fit. I felt my balls begin to bubble in anticipation.

"Mistress, may my sub and I suckle your breasts while you fuck?" a male voice quietly asked behind me. 

I glanced over my shoulder at a balding man who had a woman at the end of a leash next to him. 

"No, but you may bite my nipples hard as I fuck," I replied, moving my hands down to Sandi's ass to help Rizzo keep the object of our affection in position. 

The man turned and used a flogger on the woman's tits, ordering her to my other side with instructions to serve well. She moved around and I felt my torso wrapped by four arms as two mouths descended and began devouring my nipples. 

Such a group joining can never last long. People miss the rhythm, cocks, fingers, and mouths slip, bodies bounce apart. This group was no different. Rizzo apparently lost her lip lock on Sandi's clit as an orgasm coursed through her body. The Domme thrashed her head and yelled out her pleasure. Her head also hit my thigh, preventing a full inward thrust into Sandi's ass. The resulting bounce knocked the female tit-sucker away from my chest, though her male Master was able to hang on. 

I grabbed Sandi's hips all the harder and resumed my fucking while Rizzo continued to wail up into our joined crotches, seemingly lost now in the throws of multiple orgasms. Like I said, Sandi must be a better pussy eater than cocksucker. The female sub tried to regain my nipple, but I was bouncing too hard and fast now. Her Dom lost his connection, but thought quickly and reached up to pinch and twist my nipple with his hand. His sub mimicked the action on my other side.

As I said earlier, my nipples seem to be connected directly to my balls. The stimulation sent me over the edge. It wasn't a massive, screaming, knee-buckling orgasm, but a cum is a cum. I convulsed and filled the rubber buried in Sandi's butt. Sweat trickled down my chest. 

Our two "joiners" kept up their tactile assault on my tits. The tutu was all skewed and pushed up around my waist. I thrust two more times, then pulled out. Without direction, Sandi the sub whipped around and pulled the condom off my dick with her mouth. Like I said, this sub was really into the lifestyle. She devoured the liquid right off the rubber, then palmed the empty condom for disposal later. Rizzo sat up on the cushions as the Dom/sub couple nodded their appreciation and moved on to find their next scene.

"Did this cunt please you?" Rizzo asked, pulling Sandi down onto her lap where she curled up and snuggled in. 

"Indeed she did," I answered. "I am most impressed, you are very lucky to have such a well trained bitch in your stable." 

"Yes, I think I'll take her into the Dungeon in a minute and give her a reward," Rizzo mused. "Would you like to be whipped on the cross, my sweet?" she murmured down to Sandi. 

"This unit would love that, Mistress, if it would please you!" came the reply. 

"Well enjoy yourselves and each other and thank you for sharing with me. Let me know how else we can help you. The Dungeon door is just around the corner." 

I straightened my tutu and leaned down to give Rizzo a kiss. Then I stroked Sandi's cheek and gave her a sisterly peck. 

"Don't worry little one, your ass will heal quickly. Ask one of the attendants for some ointment as you leave tonight." 

"Thank you, Madam," said the slender brunette as I nodded once again to them both and went on my way. Grotto Lifeguard Mistress Dirk to the rescue. La Playa is going to be a great place to work!



La Playa Ch. 15



Hangover Cures at the Spa

Author's Note: This story contains scenes of bisexual male and female sex, enemata, and fisting. If these are not your cup of tea please have my thanks for the interest and I'm sure you'll find the right story elsewhere on Lit. 

"Wow, they look awful!" Carmen thought to herself as the four people entered the Spa as a group. 

The two men were almost ashen, with really red eyes, and the women had hang-dog faces under bedraggled hair. All four were more stumbling than walking. The woman who looked the least destroyed spoke for them. "Do you have any hangover cures? We kind of spent too much time in the bar during the rain yesterday and last night, and want to feel good for tonight's party." 

"Tonight's party is a Bacchanalia that is going to kill you four" thought Carmen, but she said "You guys are in real luck. We've had a couple of reservations cancel this morning, and have room to add four for a cleansing. Just have a seat" that was redundant since three were already sprawled, one sleeping, on the waiting room sofas "and I'll get your fixed right up!"

After a quick phone call to the back and two minutes of waiting, Carmen escorted Mark over to the group. All four were wiped out. The sleeping man, Carl, looked really out of shape slumped in the cushioned chair. His double chin was highlighted by the little drop of drool running from the side of his mouth as he snored loudly. He had on a pair of surfer jams and flops with no shirt. His fairly hairy chest looked almost comical with the two circles shaved around his nipples. 

His wife, Janie, wearing a pareo around her waist, no top, and flops matching his poked him with a toe. "Wake up, Carl, we're going to take the cure," the attractive but slightly pudgy woman with 36c tits slurred. Carmen thought that the coloring job that turned her hair blonde was holding up well after five days of Caribbean sun. 

"Mmmph?" replied Carl as he sat up with a start. 

Rhonda, the true blonde of the group gave a laugh as she said "God are we ever paying the price today!" Rhonda had on a Wicked Weasel bikini, both top and bottoms. Mark wondered why she bothered with such a small suit. 

"Stop yelling, woman," insisted the taller, and more awake, of the two men. Tim was the fittest member of the group, and was the most practical in that he was nude except for flip flops. Carmen thought his cock looked particularly tasty. Not too long, and not to fat. Just right for deep throating.

"Everyone, this is Mark. He'll take you back and get you hooked up with individual therapists. I'm sure we'll have you all feeling much better in no time. Enjoy." With that Carmen excused herself, thankful that she did not have to actually provide service to this group. 

"Hi everyone, I'm Mark," the good looking Latin massage therapist introduced himself. "Just what seems to be the problem this morning?" 

"Hi Mark, I'm Tim, this is my wife Rhonda, and our lovers Carl and Janie," said Tim as the foursome acknowledged introductions with various waves of hands or nods. "We had a great time in the Bar yesterday and last night. Those Perfect Margaritas really sneak up on you, and Mr. Brilliant over there," he gestured toward the grimacing Carl, "talked us all in to doing Tequila shots. We're hung over as Hell, but want to be back in shape in time for tonight's party. Do you think you can help us out?"

"Does anyone have a heart condition, diabetes, pregnancy, or any other condition that might be aggravated by colonic treatments?" asked Mark. 

The group shook their heads. 

"Then sure we can clean you right out then give you some sensory deprivation sleep time. That should ensure that everyone will be awake and able to enjoy the festivities, though you might want to consider skipping most of the wine during dinner. Why don't you all come back and we'll get started. Just leave your things in a locker and wrap yourselves in one of these towels, and don't forget to slip on a pair of the Crocs that are in the cubbies. We don't want anyone slipping as we move around the clinic." Mark directed them past the smiling Carmen and into the Spa locker room. 

The four suffering sybarites moved in slow motion to doff what little clothing they wore and wrap up in the big white terry cloth towels. The variety of colors available for the Crocs footwear caused a bit of delay as everyone had to make a choice, but the group was soon following Mark further into the bowels of the Spa. 

"We'll start with colonic treatments and a vitamin boost, then a nice sweat in the sauna, cool down, then a nice long nap in the sensory deprivation tanks, ok?" Mark asked. 

"How long will all that take?" asked Janie as she shuffled along the heated floor. 

"Oh about five or five and a half hours, which puts you out of here easily by 3:00 PM and gives you the option to nap some more in your rooms or on the beach prior to the Bacchanalia," replied Mark. 

"As long as everybody stops yelling and my head stops hurting it sounds great to me," growled Carl, fighting to keep his towel wrapped around his waist then giving up and slinging it over his shoulder. 

"Have you guys had any aspirin or ibuprofen in the past four hours?" Mark inquired. 

"No," said Rhonda. "I made everyone take two aspirin before we passed out last night, or really this morning, but we haven't had anything except a cup of coffee and some water in our rooms. 

"Ok, then we'll give you each some pain killer mixed in with your vitamin boost, and I think I'll have some oxygen brought in as well," Mark said as he led them into the colonic treatment room.

Forewarned by Carmen, the other Spa staffers rolled four colonic treatment chairs into a circle facing each other in the middle of the large, well lit, tile covered room. Various hoses hung from multi-jointed arms in the ceiling, and a hospital-style blood pressure/pulse monitoring device was attached to the head of each chair. The chairs were amalgams of a dentist's chair with a gynecological examination table. The torso, head, and arms were fully articulated to any adjustment, and padded stirrups completed the construct. Though they were covered in vinyl, each chair now had a large terry towel draped over it for comfort. 

"Please choose a chair and take a seat, we'll assign your personal attendants and get started right away," said Mark. "Do you prefer same or opposite sex attendants today?" 

"Same sex," blurted out Rhonda before her companions could reply. She had spied the luscious Debbie in the corner of the room as they walked in, and despite the fog and pain of her hangover felt a stirring in her pussy. 

"Sure, whatever, just give me something for this head, will ya?" agreed Carl, willing to do just about anything for some relief. 

"Ok, Carl, I'll service you," said Mark. "Debbie will take care of Rhonda, (he had seen Rhonda's significant glance and head toss following her response) Steven will service Tim, and Stephanie can help Janie."

"Guys, we need to start with O2 and vitamin boost," Mark said to his colleagues as they hooked the four guests up to the vital sign monitors. 

"Hey, what are these for?" asked Tim. 

"Don't panic," replied his handsome gay attendant. "Since you are not in the best of shape to begin with, we just want to be extra careful as we move into the colonic treatments. If we see any sudden changes in blood pressure or pulse we can back off or end the treatment right away to reduce the stress on your body's systems. It's an unfortunate truth that when you play, you have to pay," Steven explained. 

Their guests comfortable and secure, the four body work professionals wheeled in a large tank of oxygen topped with a manifold to distribute the gas through tubing to several masks. The four guests were hooked up and the oxygen turned on. 

"Breathe deeply three or four times," Debbie instructed her guests. "The pure O2 will help clear a few cobwebs right away." Pulse rates and a couple of blood pressure readings climbed slightly during this treatment, but nothing to worry about.

While Debbie and Steven administered the oxygen, Mark and Stephanie mixed four vitamin boost drinks laced with pain killer. After the O2 treatment and giving their guests a minute to settle back down, each attendant handed his or her charge a very small glass of dark liquid. 

"Drink these like a shot," instructed Stephanie. "They contain vitamins and minerals in a formula of enzymes that promotes quick and almost total absorption into the blood stream. They also have a mild analgesic mixed in to help your headaches." 

"God I really do feel better already," said Janie. "That oxygen is something else. Honey, let's get a set-up for the house." 

"Whoa there, O2 is extremely flammable and can actually be dangerous to breathe if you abuse it," warned Debbie. "I recommend you just start drinking a big glass of water in between every second or third drink when you are partying, then take a brisk walk or run in the morning when you wake up to sweat the toxins out of your system"

"Toxin removal is the name of this game," added Mark. "You will all now receive high colonic enema treatments. We'll move very slowly and at each individual's pace. You will empty your bowels several times in the toilets behind the screens. Talk to us all the time. Let us know when you feel pressure building up. You may feel a strong urge to urinate, especially you guys. If you aren't too squeamish or if you get a kick out of water sports feel free to let that go right in your chair, just give your attendant the courtesy of a little warning. We'll help you keep clean during this process and you will all receive sponge baths after this over. Depending upon your tolerance for enemas this whole procedure may take as long as an hour. Now please just relax and let your attendant guide you."

While he spoke Mark donned rubber gloves, as did the other three Spa staff. Bottles of lube came out of the holsters on the backs of the chairs, and the four guests were treated to a little manual manipulation to loosen up their sphincters. Despite his fog, Carl felt his cock begin to harden as the decidedly good looking Mark prepared him. 

"MMMM," moaned Tim as Steven inserted two fingers into his anus and spread them slightly as he drew back. The two women also gave little moans and sighs.

This group of swingers were long time active members of the Lifestyle, and were all highly experienced in group, same sex, bdsm, watersports, and just about any other sexual vice short of animals or children. They had been lovers for the past four years, but were also part of a wider circle of hedonists from Florida who mixed and matched in pairs and various size groups anytime, anywhere. They all felt like crap. Carl's head was pounding like a gong despite the oxygen, and Rhonda's stomach felt very queasy. But when they opened their eyes and looked around they each could really appreciate the sexiness of the situation they were in. Adjacent to their chairs they saw three other people, cocks, pussies, and assholes on bold display, and four scantily clad and gorgeous people were preparing to insert well-lubricated stainless steel dildos into their butts.

"Oh shit that feels nice," groaned Carl as Mark inserted the hose nozzle past his sphincter. His cock was at half staff, and Mark manipulated it a bit, more to distract his charge from the beginning of water flow than from any lust. But it had the desired effect. 

"Oh honey I like that," said Rhonda to Stephanie as the warm water and mineral mixture began to flow. 

The treatments went on for some time. When they felt strong urges to expel the guests were helped up and over to the toilets. All the while the combination of a mega-dose of vitamins and the cleaning of toxins from the lower digestive tract helped the four lovers feel better, and the four Spa workers saw the human beings begin to emerge from the Neanderthals who dragged themselves into the room in the last hour. As each treatment ended that particular guest was given a warm sponge bath right in their chair, with special attention paid to nipples, pussies, cocks, and of course asses.

Once all the treatments and clean ups were complete Mark said "Ok, now how about a short series in the Sauna, 15 in and 10 out." 

His colleagues nodded their agreement, helped their guests out of the chairs and led them down the hall to the communal sauna. Six other guests were already occupying parts of the three tiers of wooden benches. One male/female couple was fucking doggy style on the top tier, two men were watching the show and wanking each other, and two other men were stretched out with their eyes closed just enjoying the heat. 

Rhonda and Janie moved together to the top tier and stretched out. The oversized wooden benches left room for two people to lie side by side, and they spread their towels as cushions beneath them. 

"Feeling better, sweetie?" asked Janie as she caressed her lover's cheek with the back of her hand. 

"Much, but still a long way to go, how about you?" answered the curvaceous blonde, noticing that most of the red had left Rhonda's eyes. 

"My head's okay now, but I really feel washed out. Goddess look at the sweet tits on that woman," Rhonda nodded toward the brunette being fucked across the sauna. 

"You are insatiable, and incorrigible!" laughed Janie, letting her hand trail lower and tweak Rhonda's nipple.

"So did you get a feel of Mark's' package as he worked you over?" Tim asked Carl as they settled back side by side on the bottom tier, their backs against the next tier's runners. 

"He did have a nice bulge," replied Carl, reaching for Tim's flaccid cock, "but I never got the chance for a grab. Why is it that I get so horny when I'm hung over?" Carl mused allowed. 

"Man, you are always horny," Tim said with a smile, leaning in both to kiss Carl and grab his cock. The two men, their heads spinning more from discomfort than lust, kissed deeply, their tongues fighting for control, their cocks responding to the manipulation.

The paired couples made out and relaxed, feeling the heat seep into their bodies as the sweat began to trickle down necks, chests, and thighs. The fucking couple shared a climax and collapsed into each other's arms as Mark returned to call the foursome back out of the heat. He noticed the fully hard cocks on Tim and Carl, and the swollen labia of Janie and Rhonda as he led them to loungers on a balcony looking out over the lagoon, ceiling fans swirled hurriedly overhead. 

"We'll let you cool for 10 minutes then go back in for another 15 minute sweat, then move on the sensory deprivation tanks for a nice nap. I recommend that you all have a nice cum before you go into the tanks, it will help you relax. And everyone make sure and hydrate really well before you go back into the sauna," he instructed, gesturing to a pitcher of lemonade that unbeknownst to the guests was fortified with more of the vitamin mixture from earlier. The recovering revelers looked around at each other with grins as they once again paired off same-sex on the double sized chaise lounges. 

"Well, now we've got doctor's orders," Rhonda said as she reached for her female lover. 

"Make her cum good, babe," encouraged Tim as he felt Carl's cock press insistently against his thigh. 

Tim rolled into his lover. They kissed passionately, just like their wives on the next chaise. 

Rhonda had two fingers buried deep inside Janie already, whose hands were mauling Rhonda's breasts as they kissed. 

Tim pushed Carl back on the lounger and dove onto his cock, sucking him down to the balls in one stroke of his powerful cheeks. Carl moaned and tensed his hips as he felt Tim's tongue circle the head of his cock on the upstroke. 

Janie moaned into Rhonda's mouth as Rhonda's thumb roughly brushed her clit. A small orgasm rippled through her body and she squeezed Rhonda's tits like melons. 

Tim's spinning head prevented him from keeping up a steady pace on Carl's cock. That sweet cock that spurted so much cum when properly sucked. Carl was disappointed when Tim pulled off and instead pumped him with his hand. 

Rhonda pulled away from Janie's kiss and began biting her nipples as she pumped three fingers deep into her lover's core while continuing to thumb her clit.

"Sorry to break you folks up, but it's time for another 15 in the sauna. You can finish in there," said Debbie, who had relieved Mark for his break. 

The foursome reluctantly followed the lovely attendant back to the sauna door. As she held the door for them Debbie said, "I'm glad to see you recovering so well, I think you'll love how you feel when you come out of the tanks. Be careful not to get too overheated in the sauna though." 

Rhonda brushed against Debbie as she moved past, and instead of excusing herself she looked the woman right in the eye and licked her lips and said "Why don't you join us?" 

"Thanks for the invitation, I'd love to, but I'm on duty and have other guests to serve. Besides, my impression is that Janie wants all of your attention back on her pussy," Debbie smiled as Janie grabbed Rhonda's hand and pulled her toward the benches. 

Once there, Janie used both her hands to guide Rhonda's whole arm toward her pulsing cunt lips. "Fist me, now!" she insisted, laying back on the bench and pulling Rhonda toward her.

Tim had a similar urgency in his voice as he pulled Carl close, standing in the middle of the sauna floor. "Fuck me, Carl," he begged. "Let me feel you pump my ass full of your sweet cum." 

With that he moved over to the benches and bent over, his rectum jutting lewdly in the air. The crowd had changed in the sauna. There were now two male/female couples sitting on adjoining tiers and talking, while a lesbian couple was masturbating together, their knees splayed wide, on the top tier nearest the heater. The sauna was rapidly gaining a reputation as a great voyeur spot in the resort.

Rhonda eased her fourth finger into Janie's gaping cunt, and lowered her mouth to her clit. The two fisted each other often, and knew exactly what to do to help each other accept the invading digits. Janie's copious sweat mixed with her almost gushing juices provided all the lubrication they would need. 

Janie, ever the instigator and mindful of Rhonda's needs, smiled up at the two lesbians and said "this bitch would love to be eaten out while she fists me, and I'd love to have a pussy mashed onto my face!" 

On their first day at La Playa such an invitation, almost a demand really, would have taken the two women aback, but now Sandi and Rizzo took up the offer whole heartedly. As Rhonda's thumb knuckle passed into Janie's vagina, sucking the rest of her hand along, Rizzo dropped to her back and scooted to get access to Rhonda's kitty, and Sandi lowered herself onto Janie's tongue.

Sweat was also the lubricant for Carl and Tim. Carl was pumping his own dick furiously as Tim's hips slapped into his butt cheeks. Tim was breathing hard, his skin glistening as he lost himself in the rhythm of the steady slap, slap, slap of his wet skin into Carl's. Carl's ass was tight but willing, and their commingled sweat kept renewing the slickness that reduced the friction of cock to membrane. Carl was groaning incoherently, rocking gently back and forth to fuck himself back on his buddy's hard cock that knew this opening so well. 

"Fuck this is hot!" exclaimed the man from one of the other couples as he reached for his wife. She slapped his hands away and continued to frig herself, transfixed by the raw homosexual acts that surrounded her. 

"Fuck me, Tim, fuck me, fuck me fuck me," Carl moaned in time with the motion of their bodies. He felt his cum building, his balls pulling up into his body in preparation for the coming explosion.




La Playa Ch. 15



Half of Rhonda's forearm was inside Janie, moving back and forth in the short gentle strokes she knew Janie loved, her tongue laving Janie's nubbin of a clit as her own clit was sucked and nibbled by an expert between her thighs. Sandi was lost in her own world atop Janie's tongue, grasping her sweaty breasts in her palms and squeezing them back out until her nipples were caught between the pad of her thumb and her fingers, then pulling her nipples tight until her tits were stretched out from her body and the nipples slipped from her grasp. She repeated this motion over and over as her body responded to the lips and teeth she was grinding her groin down on. All four women were moaning their pleasure. Rizzo was masturbating herself to mini-cum after mini-cum, savoring Rhonda's sweet pussy all the while.

Suddenly Carl let out a shout and shot several ropes of sticky goo onto the bench he leaned over. The resultant clasping of his sphincter set Tim off, and he came as Carl began to collapse onto the wood. He grabbed his lover's hips and shuddered and thrust his way through his cum soundlessly, save for the now jerky slaps of skin to skin as he fucked. With a final spasm he drove his hips forward powerfully, then ripped his cock from Carl's ass and joined him in collapse on the wooden bench, panting for air, his heart racing. 

By this time the ladies had cum twice each, their urgent mewlings cheering each other on to suck on the clits in their mouths. Janie bucked her hips against Rhonda's hand three times hard, then reached down to urge her friend to withdraw. Rizzo let go of Rhonda's clit and yelled a wonderful cum as her fingers flew on in a circular motion over her now distended nubbin. Sandi too yelled out and began to shake uncontrollably, rolling away from Janie's tongue as she nearly passed out from the combination of heat and hyperventilation. Rhonda slowly and carefully withdrew her hand from Janie's vagina, and as always stared in fascination as the stretched opening seemed to yawn at her. She could literally see right to her lover's core. She lifted her slick hand to her lips and savored the bitter sweetness of sweat and girl-cum.

A few moments later Mark entered the sauna and was greeted by a pile of panting man-flesh on one bench, and a larger pile of exhausted womanhood on another. "Looks like you folks have been having a great time, but it's important not to overheat. Let's get you all out and drinking some fluids before we have to call in the infirmary staff," he directed, offering a hand to the top woman in the pile and helping her stumble to her feet. He had led four people into the sauna, but now six followed him out. He passed out fresh towels and poured large lemonades for everyone.

The lesbian couple snuggled and hugged Janie and Rhonda for a minute longer, then excused themselves to go to the baths. Mark watched them leave appreciatively, then turned to his four charges and said "well I'm glad you all took my advice and had a good cum, though it looked like I was going to have to perform some CPR in the sauna just now. You folks certainly don't do things half way, do you? Drink up and let's get you into the tanks for a nap. Does anyone want to try some electrostimulation while you are in the tanks? We hook leads to your nipples, clit, or cock, and place egg vibrators in your rear and pussy. Of course the electricity is DC, so no worries about shock, and very low level. We vary it at times during your stay in the tanks, and only when you are awake. Some folks really get a kick out of it." 

The four happily exhausted sybarites looked at each other and smiled. They were tired, but no one had a hangover anymore, and they were always horny. Rhonda answered for the group saying "sure, we'll try anything!" 

Mark believed that statement wholeheartedly. He smiled and shook his head slightly. If this was just another typical day at La Playa, what might next week's guests have in store?



La Playa Ch. 16



La Playa Holds Its Breath: Three Vignettes

Vignette 1, Scene 1: Lisa and Carolyn

Lisa came out from behind the dressing screen and twirled around with a big grin on her face. A female wolf whistle greeted her followed by appreciative clapping from her lover Carolyn. 

"I love it!" Lisa exclaimed as she looked at herself in the triple full length mirrors. 

She was dressed in a short toga made of pure Thai silk. It was actually a man's cut, with only one shoulder and a belt holding up the entire garment. This completely exposed her left breast, and the short-short hem barely reached the in-slope of her cute ass. 

"So do I! You look incredible. The guys are going to shit when they see us," enthused Carolyn. 

She was dressed in a diaphanous see-through full length gown that they had just selected as her costume for the Bacchanalia tonight. The lingerie and fetish wear section of Gepetto's was packed with guests acquiring costumes for the evening.

"I think I'll get my tit painted with flames, what do you think?" queried Lisa, still examining herself in the mirrors. 

"Oh baby, that will look fantastic," responded Carolyn, moving in to spoon Lisa from behind and running her hand directly to her exposed breast. 

In the three days since they and their husbands fucked in the bar, the two couples had reached new levels of intimacy and relationships. Last night they discussed the possibility of buying adjoining town homes and knocking out the dividing wall so that they could engage in a true polyamorous grouping while maintaining outside appearances. John and David were clearly in the throes of infatuation with gay sex (the girls suspected the guys were in one of their rooms fucking while they shopped.) 

"Don't you think we should be dripping in gold tonight?" asked Carolyn. 

"Well of course, but how are we going to afford it and what will we the boys if we buy a bunch of jewelry?" responded Lisa. 

"Look at that sign over there," said Carolyn, pointing toward one of the sales counters. 

It read: Costume Jewelry Available for Loan.

"Wow, perfect!" Lisa said with glee, rubbing her body against Carolyn's side. The two women had caressed and teased each other all afternoon, starting with a champagne lunch after their morning getting beauty treatments in the Spa. They were enjoying building the anticipation.

Vignette 2, Scene 1: John and David

Truth be known, John and David were not fucking in one of their rooms. They were actually fucking on an oversized inner tube as they floated in lazy circles around the course of the River. "River" was of course a misnomer for what was actually a concrete canal filled with pool water, its currents created by powerful pumps. The River meandered around the La Playa grounds, connecting to the pool at one point, running in a man made cave through the Grotto and completing a large loop at the launch point which was on the opposite side of the huge patio which served it, the pool, and the bars. Inner tubes and other floats were provided, as were cocktails in sealed insulated cups. Tubing was a popular pastime on many rivers in America, especially in the South, and this amenity gave guests the opportunity to add some particularly adult fun to an already enjoyable activity. 

David had his face down on one side of the large truck tire tube they were using, his knees on the other side and his ass lifted lewdly in the air. John was fucking David doggy style, leaning down over his lover to steady himself on his hands on either side of the tube. David used his arms and hands to fend the tube off the sides of the River and generally try to keep them facing downstream. At least that was the theory. In fact, they were doing lazy donuts as they struggled to fuck and stay afloat. Both men were laughing and whooping like two little boys at the old swimming hole. 

"Don't cum, don't cum!" David insisted between guffaws. "We want to save it for tonight!" 

"Hell, how can I...mmmmggghff," John tried to respond with both words and a particularly powerful pelvic thrust, which threw their delicate balance off and capsized the two men into the water. They came up sputtering and laughing, splashing each other and playing grab ass as they stood up in the four-foot deep water and chased their tube down the stream.

Vignette 3, Scene 1: Herb and Roxanne

In their top floor suite Herb and Roxanne were getting the VIP treatment. The maid assigned to their room was helping an attendant from the spa service the two owners with an in-room spa treatment. They would bathe in the giant sunken tub (the two employees would strip right along with their charges and get in the tub with them) and then be given Brazilian wax jobs. Then cleansing enemas, showers, this time with hair washing, and then facials. A quick rinse in the shower would be followed with massages, and then Roxanne would be coifed while Herb picked out their togas from a private showing. Finally a light snack to balance their metabolisms prior to the feast, and it would be off to the party. 

Herb and Roxanne's eyes met playfully and then were drawn to the sunken tub. Their maid was standing in the tub, with clouds of bubbles reaching up to brush her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Small mocha breasts topped with dark chocolate aureoles were topped with a smiling face. Herb's mouth watered for about the fourth time that afternoon as he noticed the spa attendant's ass. Bent over and facing away from Herb as he removed his shorts, the rather nubile young twink of a man looked truly good enough to eat. Roxanne saw the lust cloud her husband's eyes as they moved together toward the tub and smiled. Even without the money they were making off the resort, this was clearly the best investment they had ever made.

Vignette 2, Scene 2: John and David

John and David waded hand in hand up the stairs and out of the River, David handing the inner tube to an attendant in passing. As recently as three days ago these two men had only played at being bisexual, and now they were boldly holding hands in public like young lovers. They walked together to the showers and moved under the spray to wash off the chemicals of the treated water. David glanced over at John, and noticed John staring at his flaccid member. 

"God, I love your cock!" John blurted out as he realized he was busted. David decided to tease his lover a little, and rolled his balls in his hand. 

"Oohh, I like it too!" a feminine voice agreed. 

The two men were a bit startled, but turned to see a short, curvaceous redhead openly admiring their bodies. She was wearing a thong bikini bottom and sandals, one hand on her hip and the other lightly brushing her lips as she regarded them. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude...too much," she said. "I'm Judy. Can I join you?" 

The two men looked at each, the same thoughts racing from their big to their little brains and back again. Would their wives be angry? David thought quickly about how Lisa had initiated the sex with Steve. John thought about how wanton Carolyn was in the bar the other day. They were swingers, at a swingers resort, why not?

"Sure, come on in," John smiled and invited Judy under the spray. 

He and David opened their arms and enfolded Judy in wet skin. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed each man with open mouth, then bent down and stripped off her thong. Her breath caught and she threw her head back as John sunk two fingers deep into her already wet folds, and David bent over to take her left nipple between his teeth. She reached down and took both rapidly hardening cocks in her hands, jacking them roughly under the spray. Her husband Len was fucking a woman over on one of the islands in the pool, and Judy had gone looking in search of her own fun. She abandoned herself to letting these two good looking men have their way with her, and she had an extra kick from thinking about seeing them do each other too.

Vignette 1, Scene 2: Lisa and Carolyn

Lisa got lucky with the body painting crew, they had an immediate opening. Six artists were working non-stop on guests on the far side of the patio bar. Many of were receiving full body art work, while others went for accents. Lisa's single breast would be a quick job that would still give the artist, a handsome Latin man with a goatee and lots of tattoos on his arms, a chance to take a quick break before his next client. 

Lisa was reclining now on his "easel" which was actually one of those massage chairs designed to let the body worker treat necks and upper backs without too much strain or wrinkling too many clothes. Of course Lisa was nude, her legs spread with the artist, Max, scooted up between them. He worked Fantasy Fest in Key West every year, and traveled to a number of the lifestyle conventions to make some money. You would think he would be jaded to naked flesh by now, but the way the people at this resort were coming on to him had him flustered. It was like everyone here, men and women alike, were on some kind of super Viagra or something. He had already gone through four towels dampened by women's pussy juice, and the huge nine-inch cobra cock that stayed rock hard as he painted it and the rest of the distinguished looking guest's body had dripped pre-cum with every brush stroke. He wasn't in to guys, and had never painted cocks before this gig, but this particular cock was like a thing possessed, seeming to always point right to his face. It was unnerving, both from the situation and from the surprising desire he had felt to bend down and taste the magnificent member.

These thoughts raced through his brain as he applied the base coat to one of the nicest tits he had ever seen. Carolyn stood to Lisa's right, caressing her hair, shoulders, and right breast as Max worked. Lisa had her hand between Carolyn's legs, stroking up and down from calf to the back of her thigh and brushing ever higher with her thumb. Both women were enjoying the obvious effect they were having on Max as he kept shifting on his stool to try to both conceal and readjust his rock hard tool. Lisa glanced up at Carolyn and grinned. When the fine mist of the paint hit her nipple she gasped a bit at the coolness of the liquid, her nipple contracting to a nubbin. The elastic paint would continue to stimulate the nipple as it dried and until it began to peel off from the movement of her body and her sweat. Carolyn rolled Lisa's other nipple between thumb and forefinger, making Lisa gasp again and further flustering the artist. Lisa retaliated by thrusting her thumb suddenly up into the folds of Carolyn's pussy, causing the gorgeous blonde to jump and giggle.

Vignette 2, Scene 3: John and David

Near the pool their husbands were enjoying their plaything named Judy. The little redhead had cum twice under the shower, and they now had her pinned on a chaise lounge, John holding her hands above her head feeding her his cock while David restrained her legs and licked her clitoris. They sensed that this woman wanted to be taken, not toyed with, and they were handling her a little roughly, though not rough enough to cause any of the nearby staff to worry about her willingness. In fact, Judy was loudly moaning her approval around John's seven-inch shaft, especially when David lifted her legs above his shoulders and sunk his own cock up to the balls in her dripping cunt in one smooth motion. 

John loved the humming effect of her moans on his glans, and was quickly building to his own orgasm when David slapped him on the back. "Remember, we're saving it for tonight!" he said, snapping his friend/lover out of the orgasmic state. "Just use this little bitch and make her happy for now, then we'll DP her at the party tonight and fill her with cum." 

"Gee, THANKS buddy!" John replied sarcastically, his rod deflating slightly even as he continued to pump in and out of Judy's mouth. Looking down he saw that Judy was looking up at him with a question in her eyes, no longer moaning but still sucking. 

"How about it, slut," John questioned her. "Would you like to be our slave tonight at the party? We're saving our cum until then, and might just spew it inside you if you please us well." 

An experienced player in her own right, Judy also knew that Len would get a kick out of thinking of her as a whore even though no money would change hands. She released her vacuum lock on John's cock and said "whatever you say, just give me couple of hours to check in with my hubby and get dressed. I've got a nice collar I can bring along, Master." 

"Since it's a Bacchanalia I think the term 'Dominus' is more appropriate," chimed in David. As John looked a question back over his shoulder David explained "I saw it on HBO!" He went back to fucking Judy to another orgasm and fought to keep his own self control.

Vignette 3, Scene 2: Herb and Roxanne

Herb was enjoying the show. He had already made his selection of togas for he and Roxanne, but kept the four Acolytes from the Dungeon staff hopping, doing quick changes from one outfit to another off the rolling rack just to please his own voyeuristic tendencies. He was seated on the love seat in the living room of their suite, slowly stroking his big black cock as the boys and girls paraded in front of him. 

"Herb, make your choice and let these poor people get on with their work! They have other guests to serve," yelled Roxanne from the bathroom, where she sat in a portable stylist's chair as two women worked a weave onto her already full hair. 

They were going for a true Roman style, partially coifed atop her head with the rest flowing down around her shoulders. She felt like a Nubian princess as she took another pull on the straw in her fruit smoothie. 

Roxanne had actually selected many of the gowns and togas on the rack on a shopping spree with Julie a couple of months prior to the opening, and had given Herb explicit instructions. He took the gown off the rack and admired it once again. It was an exact replica of the attire shown on Egyptian women in the hieroglyphics on the tombs of the Pharaohs. A cotton weave so light it was actually see through interrupted every half inch or so by a thicker strand of pure white that tied with a single cord in the front. It would set off Roxanne's chocolate skin superbly. 

For himself he selected the toga of a Roman Senator, complete with the deep red sash that would drape over one shoulder. This model had some quite modern Velcro attachments that would reduce his need to be aware of how the garment hung. He thanked the four Acolytes, who obediently dropped to their knees and kissed his feet before trundling their rack off to the next VIP room. As they left Herb picked up on their sense of urgency, and realized that it pervaded the whole property. He had experienced an air of expectancy from his fellow guests at lunch, and now perceived that everyone was looking forward to tonight just as much as he was.

Vignette 1, Scene 3: Lisa and Carolyn

Lisa was conscious of keeping her shoulders back. Max had instructed her to minimize her movements for a few minutes as the paint set, then she could move around as it dried fully, and one of the painter's helpers would spray on a light coat of fixative to add to the longevity of the art work. The artists were working in production line style to ensure they completed their work in time for the party. 

Lisa's left breast was a splash of red, orange and yellow, with tongues of flame starting just above her aureole and licking toward her shoulder. The vivid colors would contrast nicely with the white toga, and the concealing effect of the paint would cause people to stare harder to see her naked nipple. She stretched a bit as Carolyn came back with the two big bottles of water she had gone to the bar for. 

"I'm not sure I can hold out until tonight to eat you," Lisa said as she accepted the proffered water. "You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen!" 

"Why thank you, you are a damned fine dish yourself," responded Carolyn with a grin. 

They had asked the attendant in Gepetto's to deliver their garments to their suite (both hoping that their men would be caught "in flagrante" just for a thrill) and had re-donned their "resort wear" for the rest of the afternoon. For Carolyn, this was a small yellow pareo and her running shoes. Lisa's Wicked Weasel thong was draped over the back of the chair she occupied, and she twirled one of her sandals on the end of a big toe extending out from her crossed legs. Both women had achieved a deep rich tan from their lack of clothing and extended sexual activities outdoors this week.

Carolyn said "Okay, let's take your edge off." 

She set aside her water and dropped to her knees, pushing Lisa's legs apart she drove her tongue direct into Lisa's center. 

Max looked up to see Carolyn go down on Lisa and accidentally squeezed the trigger of the paint sprayer, planting a green blob on his next subject's knee -- not in the plan. Lisa groaned and ran her fingers into Carolyn's hair as that skilled tongue penetrated the folds and sought out her nectar. 

"But we told the boys not to cum," Lisa half protested half moaned. 

Carolyn paused and looked up. "Exactly. We told the BOYS not to cum," she said with an evil grin and dove back in. 

Lisa giggle-moaned and reached a hand for her own right tit. She was not yet so far gone into lust that she forgot her paint job.

Vignette 2, Scene 4: John and David

The boys in question were having trouble not cumming. Their little redheaded toy kept teasing and flirting with them, sucking a ball, shoving a finger up and ass, biting a nipple. Judy was thoroughly enjoying herself. Len had walked past a few minutes ago and she promised to meet him in their room within the hour. 

Len leered at her and encouraged her to "give these two studs your best," before nodding to John and David and moving on toward the building. 

John and David were helping each other avoid orgasm with pokes, tickles, ball squeezes and slaps, but were also still making themselves readily available both to Judy's advances and their own kisses, nuzzles, licks, and wanks. 

This went on for some time until David suddenly sat up and said "say, where did everyone go?" The pool deck was nearly deserted. 

"It must be time to get dressed for the party," Judy opined. 

"Excuse me, what time do you have?" John asked a nearby landscape attendant. 

"It is 6:30 PM, sir," answered the middle-aged gardener. 

"Yep, definitely time for me to go beautify," Judy said, releasing David's cock and jumping up. "I'll meet you at the entrance to the party, collar on and leash in hand, I promise Sirs," Judy said, pecking each man on the cheek and skipping off. Suddenly a loud orgasmic scream emanated from somewhere around the bar. It was noticeable now because of the lack of other sexual sounds. 

"That's Lisa," David said with authority, "Let's go see."

Epilogue: Lisa, Carolyn, John, and David

The two men rose and walked around the bar building. There on the far patio under a large cabana were a group of body artists at work on their final few subjects. There too was Lisa keening another violent orgasm under Carolyn's expert tongue, her knees drawn up to her chest and splayed wide to open her entire pussy to the oral assault. The two men exchanged an exasperated look and marched over to their wives. 

"No fair!" said John. "We agreed no orgasms today so we'd have an edge for tonight!" 

Carolyn pulled up from Lisa's pussy smacking her lips. "No, the girls told the guys not to cum, we didn't say anything about us. Besides, this slut can cum all day and all night, and the way eating her out turns her on so can I. Now get down here and fuck me my loving husband, but don't you dare cum!" ordered Carolyn. 

Never one to pass up a chance to fuck Carolyn, even after all their years of marriage, John dropped to his knees and worked his cock into his wife's pulsing cunt. Lisa sat up and pulled David over, swallowing his meat in one gulp as she began one of her patented blow jobs. In no time they were all groaning, but true to their word the women kept the men from cumming. After a nice 10 minute fuck Carolyn got off, rose, and led her three lovers up to their suites. The anticipation in the resort was palpable, and it was time to get ready for the orgy! 



La Playa Ch. 17



The Bacchanalia

Author's note: this is the last in the original story arc for La Playa, the ultimate bisexual swinger resort in the Carribean. As such it refers to characters and sub-plots developed in the previous 16 stories. I hope you will find that this story stands well on its own, but you may get even more out of it by reading the rest of the series. Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed La Playa!




"You fill my soul," whispered Steve as he embraced and kissed his wife Deana. 

They were standing in the foyer of their home, sharing a quiet moment before going to the party. Her eyes beamed her love to him, a huge smile dancing on her lovely face. 

"I love you, my man," she replied, running her hands up and down his spine. "Thank you for giving me the most wonderful life a woman could imagine." 

"No, the thanks go to you," Steve protested lovingly. "You gave me the freedom to be myself and go for the gold, and you put up with all my quirks and kinks along the way. Thank you, my love, thank you." With that he leaned in again for a deep, probing kiss, his hands massaging her neck and back in all the places he knew so well, then wondering across her supple behind.

They were of course dressed in Roman garb. Steve wore the short kilt of a Roman Legionnaire, topped with a tunic split down the front and held together with three short gold chains with alligator clamps on either end. Not only were they functional, but were the perfect length to connect to a pair of cunt lips or balls later in the evening. A heavy gold belt and sandals laced up his calves completed his attire. Deana wore the flowing toga of a priestess of Bacchus. Slightly see through, it was fastened by a gold brooch at each shoulder. Her short haircut revealed the long curve of her neck which was draped with an intricate necklace of gold filigree. Simple leather thongs were on her feet, and she wore thong panties beneath. Steve drank in the sight of her like a thirst-crazed man in the desert.

It was rare for Deana to attend a sex event with Steve. Of course she knew of and approved his activities, but she just was not as sexual an animal as her husband. She knew that other women would not understand, but she genuinely did not have a jealous bone in her body, and she most loved life when Steve was truly happy. He was deliriously happy these days, and she knew she would deny him nothing because of it. Their unique relationship was mutually fulfilling and rewarding, and she was growing in many ways even she could not imagine.

"Thank you for coming tonight. Feel free to leave anytime you want," said Steve as he broke their embrace and opened the front door. 

"I wouldn't miss this for the world!" enthused Deana as she stepped out onto their porch. "You've worked so hard for this, I hope you can let yourself go and really enjoy yourself tonight without worrying about work or me or anything else. You've earned it." 

"Well, I do appreciate it, and I know you know I love you first and foremost, no matter what else I do," Steve pecked her on the cheek and took her hand as they walked down the hill into the grounds of La Playa.

45 minutes later Steve stood up and a huge gong sounded. All the guests, Activities staff, and Dungeon staff were seated on opulent cushions before low tables on the ballroom veranda. The tables were laid out in a huge rectangle, with a large open area in the middle and many cushions and pillows scattered both inside and outside the angles. Torches lit the scene under a cloudless night sky, a soft breeze wafting the scents of the thousands of tropical flowers on the property across the tableau. 

"My guests, friends, Romans, countrymen...okay I guess I could get carried away pretty easy here...welcome to our first Bacchanalia and thank you for being here tonight. It has been a wonderful week. Thank you for making our opening such a success and for your patience with the few glitches we've had along the way. I hope you have enjoyed yourselves and continue to enjoy yourselves until your planes depart tomorrow. Yes, there is sadly a tomorrow, but tonight is ours. Tonight we celebrate old friends and new lovers, successful days and happy homecomings, and we do so in the context of Bacchus, the Roman God of Wine. Bacchus holds a special place among modern swingers, for it was he who lubricated the orgies of old." 

"Worship of Bacchus denoted the worship of pleasure, carnal love, food, and the good life to the Romans" he continued. "Bacchanalia were frowned upon by the more staid members of Roman culture, but eagerly sought out by those who understood the joys of complete abandon. I urge you to emulate them tonight. If there is a kink you have not tried feel free, you are among friends. If there is a person you want to fuck reach out and seek the pleasure. We swingers are known for our moderation in drink during parties, and I encourage you to maintain enough control to understand if someone says 'no' to you. But please taste and savor the many wonderful wines we will offer tonight, and taste and savor each other as well." He reached down and lifted the goblet of red wine at his place. "I give you the Toast of Bacchus... to Love!" 

With that Steve drained the goblet and a group of live musicians and dancers, from barely clad to totally nude, many made up as nymphs and faeries, skipped into the center area and began a frantic dance of lust and libation.

Servers supplied the first course of wine, a tangy Pinot Grigio, with cheeses and fruits on huge trays as the troupe of entertainers put on a series of sexual tableaux. Each time the music changed tempo or key the dancers changed partners and sex act. The guests were delighted and inspired. In between sips of the cool white wine or nibbles of fruit or cheese they kissed and caressed their partners and the people around them. Even though they had all been involved in copious sex with numerous partners all week, the energy being released tonight crackled and snapped like electricity. Each touch sent a shockwave through the subject and returned a sizzle. It took only moments for most of the guests to forget the performers and begin a performance of their own.

True to her word, the gorgeous redhead named Judy had been waiting for David and John at the entrance to the soiree, a two-inch black leather collar fastened around her neck with a leash attached and held in her hand. She had added matching nipple and clit jewelry, and wore simple sandals on her feet, but was otherwise nude. David, Lisa, John, and Carolyn came walking in married pairs around the corner. They slowed and stopped as Judy fell to her knees and offered the leash to David, who stood closest to her. She had noticed the flame painted on Lisa's tit and thought how it matched her own burning need to submit herself totally to someone, preferably this beautiful man standing before her. 

"Well, well, well, you are certainly eager, aren't you?" asked David, taking the leash and giving it a little shake. 

"Yes, Sir," responded Judy quietly. "I yearn to give myself, heart and soul, to you and whoever you desire should have me." 

"Sounds like we can have some fun!" enthused John. "What do you say, girls, shall we keep her as our plaything for the evening?" 

Lisa's mouth watered at the full, upturned tits topped off with freckles, more prominent after a week in the sun, and red hair. "Yes, let's put her through her paces serving us tonight," she said, reaching out and running a hand under the curve of Judy's right breast. 

"Okay, but I get her first since she gave me the leash!" David declared. "Come on, wench, let's find a place to sit. Looks like the party is about to start." 

With that he gave Judy's leash a tug and the foursome became five, about to embark on a carnal odyssey the likes of which none of them could yet imagine.

Now as the performers danced, Judy was between David's legs, worshiping his rapidly hardening cock. John was caressing Lisa's painted breast and tongue kissing her as Carolyn blew him. 

Breaking their kiss Lisa asked her husband "how is she babe?" 

David groaned an appreciative groan and threw his head back as Judy swallowed his member. "Oh she's good, she's very good," he winked at Lisa as he spoke. 

She blew him a kiss and said "well don't wear her jaws out on your tool too early. I'm sure Johnny boy wants to get your meat between his cheeks, and then Carolyn and I can see how your little slave is at eating pussy." David, Lisa, and John shared a chuckle as the two women who were sucking cock continued their ministrations. 

Around the veranda the sex, food, and celebration settled into a steady rhythm of ebb and flow. No formal activities occurred other than the performers, who continued throughout the evening. The most popular members of the troupe were the two male acrobats who performed oral sex on themselves over and over and over throughout the evening. Wherever one of those two were a small crowd quickly formed as they threw their knees up past their shoulders and opened their mouths.

Food came out in a never ending stream from the kitchens, as did the wine from the cellars. Whenever a new wine was introduced, an appropriate food was also served, always in a form that allowed eating with the fingers. The wait staff had a hell of a job keeping up with all the dirty dishes and glasses nonetheless. Of course it did not help that they were all so distracted by the amazing sex that surrounded them, and the jealousy they felt for the Activities and Dungeon staff who were right in the thick of it.

Steve heartily approved when he saw Julie and Marc begin a mutually congratulatory fuck for their new promotions. Julie had cleared a space on a table, thrown a pillow on top and lay back to allow Marc to fuck her in the missionary position. Steve thought that she probably did that consciously, allowing Marc the dominant position as a way of letting him feel triumphant over her, even though her own promotion was clearly more important to the corporation long term.

As they fucked, Julie kept up a constant barrage of encouragement. "Cum on you stud, if you cream me good you can use some to lube my ass and fuck me there too. That's it; use that big dick to find my g-spot. Oooh, oooh, yeah, just like that lover! God you are good with that cock!" 

Lisa walked close by on her way back to join her group after a freshen up in the ladies room. Julie noticed the hot blonde who had helped Steve set the stage for this week of debauchery by the pool on Monday morning and called out to her. "Hi Lisa, want to join me and Marc for a few minutes? I love the flame on your breast." 

Lisa glanced over at her group. Judy was eating Carolyn as John fucked her in the ass and sucked David off. While there was room for a fifth on Carolyn's tongue Lisa was thrilled to be remembered by Julie and decided to stop. She walked over and kneeled next to Julie's head as Marc continue to fuck Julie in a steady, deep rhythm. 

"Marc has the most luscious cock, you really should give him a try tonight," said Julie as she reached up and caressed Lisa's exposed, painted breast. 

"I'm sure he does," replied Lisa. "But right now I'm more interested in trying you out." She stepped out of her toga and straddled Julie's face. "Marc, would you mind shifting a bit so I can lick her clit while you fuck her?" she asked the blonde Activities Director who would be General Manager in just a few weeks. 

"My pleasure, especially for such pretty eyes," said Marc as he shifted to an upright position, taking Julie's thighs in his hands and spreading her legs even wider. 

Lisa lowered her cunt to Julie's eager tongue and her own mouth to the lovely shaved pussy below her face. She noted Marc's six pack abs and lovely tanned cock as she went down, but quickly focused in on the prominent clit that was begging to be sucked. She was swept up in the aromas coming from the cunt and dick beneath her nose, and quickly lost herself in the sheer lust of the moment.

Nearby, a reasonably fit middle-aged man was arched up on some overstuffed pillows. His wife was sucking and biting his nipples and plunging two fingers into his ass as he masturbated for a small but appreciative audience of three. Herb was one of the three watchers, and when he saw the masturbating man lick his lips at the sight of Herb's athletic seven and a half inch cock he moved closer to offer the man a taste. His wife moaned her approval and redoubled her assault on her husband's tits and ass as the dark chocolate colored cock slipped passed her man's lips. 

This was their anniversary, and this exact scene was one of her husband's favorite fantasies. She just wished someone would come and fuck her as she helped him get off. Like a dream coming true in the next instant she felt soft feminine hands on her ass, tits pressed down against her back, and warm breath hitting her ear. 

"I noticed your pretty little bottom sticking up, and would love to shove my strapon into it. May I?" whispered a sultry voice. 

The woman did not let up her oral assault on her husband's left nipple, and thus could not see who the other woman was, but moaned her assent and wiggled her ass. Roxanne lifted up and winked at her husband Herb, who was thoroughly enjoying the enthusiastic blowjob from the masturbating man. Then she lined her hips up with the woman's and slipped her lightly lubricated strapon into her waiting, spread lips. 

She imagined the velvety feeling that a cock must feel as it moves in and out of a well-lubed cunt, and imagined, not for the first time, that she had a real cock. The thoughts were coming more often these days, and her therapist was actually encouraging her to consider a sex change based upon her own assessment. Roxanne would broach the subject with Herb tomorrow on the plane. She felt no trepidation, because she knew that her horny husband would see it as yet another spice to their already savory relationship. She loved Herb, and wanted to remain married to him, but as a man. 

With that thought she bottomed out and began to fuck the willing woman beneath her. At almost the same time the masturbating man came in buckets, soaking the side of his wife's face and his own belly with gob after gob of gooey sweet liquid. Herb reached down and scooped up a sample, tasting first for himself then offering his sticky finger to Roxanne. She licked the essential fluid from his fingers and smiled at her loving partner even as the woman beneath her began to spasm in an orgasm of her own.

"What's happened to Lisa?" Carolyn asked David as she recovered from her second cum on the tongue of the talented Judy. 

"That's good girl, you just keep licking that clitty until my husband fills you up with his seed, then jump up here like a good little bitch and feed me a creampie," Carolyn instructed while David looked around. 

He had just filled John's mouth with his own seed then leaned down to share it with his lover, who was pounding Judy's ass for all he was worth. 

"There she is," David said, pointing to a table across the way. "I'd know that ass anywhere. It looks like she's got the two Activities Directors right where she wants them and is getting her jollies. God I bet that Julie's twat tastes good," speculated David as he reached for an hors d'ourve. 

"Unnngh, unngh," was the only reply he got from Carolyn, whose clit was between Judy's teeth being flicked at high speed as John yelled out his orgasm. 

David looked down at the little redhead between his two friends. She was quite the spitfire, and as he looked she pulled off Carolyn and John and just as instructed, leapt up to mash her cum-filled cunt onto Carolyn's face. 

As Carolyn began to lick her she locked eyes with David and said, "anything for you, Sir, anything for you!" 

This took David a bit aback, but he quickly wrote it off to the scene they were playing and offered John a glass of Pinot Noir for refreshment.

Lisa was lost in a world of pure desire. Julie had a longer than average tongue, and it was finding places that drove Lisa wild. Julie had also worked her fingers between their sweaty bodies and was rolling Lisa's nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Add the constant flow of girl juice Marc's cock was pumping out of Julie onto Lisa's nose and she felt like she was in heaven. 

Julie's clit was prominent and hard, offering Lisa's tongue just the right amount of resistance as she rolled it first clockwise and then counter. Each change of direction prompted a little buck from Julie and a wicked pinch to Lisa's nipples. Every so often Lisa moved down and licked Marc's shaft as it moved in and out the luscious cunt. This had the effect of putting Lisa's chin on Julie's clit, and she took the opportunity to rub her chin up and down, stretching, then crushing, then stretching the bundle of nerves in a way that Julie was truly loving. As she performed that maneuver yet again a shadow fell over the threesome. She turned her head and saw Steve standing with an amused yet approving look on his face. 

Julie gave her lips a rest from Lisa's cunt and said "Boss, why don't you fuck this fantastic ass, if she'll let you? I'm enjoying her cunt so much I don't think I'll stop all night, but I bet your cock in her butt would give her a great cum." 

"Oh yes, please," begged Lisa, gasping as Julie pinched her nipples again. 

"Well, who am I to say no to a guest?" Steve laughed and reached for some lube on the table. "Do you mind if I go bare back?" he asked.

"Fuck my ass with that beautiful cock!" was Lisa's only reply. 

He first inserted his half-hard cock into Lisa's pussy while Julie licked his balls. This elicited some moans and wiggles from the voracious blonde, punctuated every so often by a little yelp as Julie dug a nail or two into her tits. While his cock was hardening, Steve carefully and thoroughly lubed up Lisa's anus, alternating between two fingers and his thumb moving in and out in a circular, stretching motion. Once hard, he withdrew from Lisa's folds and repositioned his cock as Julie renewed her assault on Lisa's clit. 

Lisa was moaning her approval as she felt the firm yet spongy cockhead contact her sphincter. She concentrated on pushing back and relaxing as Steve pressed slowly but persistently forward. Julie bucked beneath her in orgasm as Lisa suckled her clit, with the resulting motion forcing Lisa's ass back and Steve's cockhead to pop past the resistant muscle. Marc was still steadily fucking his colleague but also secretly wishing that Steve was fucking his ass instead of the woman between them. Once past the resistance, Steve steadily sank his cock balls deep in the warm, tight tunnel of Lisa's ass. 

"Fuck me!" she yelled, coming up for air from Julie's cunt. "Fuck me hard and make me cum on her sweet tongue!" Steve proceeded to comply.

In a far corner of the veranda Steele, the tall black activities staffer with an uncut nine-inch cock, was pounding his impressive tool into Jonathon's willing ass, while Bill, the older man who with his wife had been so tentative until their trip to the spa early in the week, was feeding his cock into Jonathon's mouth. Jonathon was in a sub's heaven, hoping to feel both men's hot sperm jetting into his orifices soon. 

He was clamping and relaxing his sphincter the way Steve had taught him in one of their play encounters at a convention, and thinking "Hoover, Hoover, Hoover..." on every out-stroke from Bill. 

Melinda, Bill's wife, was reclined on a nearby pad watching her husband enjoy Jonathon's talented mouth. She was pumping three fingers of one hand into her vagina, while the other hand toyed and pinched her nipples. 

"May I do that for you, Mistress?" a timid female voice asked. 

Melinda looked up to see a pretty blonde woman wearing a collar, nipple clamps, and a strap-on standing next to her. 




La Playa Ch. 17



"I'm Sarah, Jonathon's wife. Jonathon is the guy who is taking those two luscious cocks that you are watching. We're both subs, and I was wondering if you would like some help with your nipples or pussy while you watch my man get fucked?" 

Melinda hesitated, then smiled and said "that's my Bill about to give your guy a facial, and yes, why don't you suck on my titties while I frig myself to a cum." 

Sarah immediately dropped to her knees and began to feast on Melinda's pendulous breasts. Across the way Steele had finally bottomed out in Jonathon's ass and began to fuck in earnest. 

"What a sweet little boy pussy you got, Jonathon," Steele hissed through clenched teeth. "I love fucking your ass. Keep on clamping that little rosebud tight around my big black cock." 

Looking up at Bill, Steele smiled, drops of sweat running down his forehead and said "I bet this little pussy boy's mouth is just as good as his butt. Is he sucking you good?" 

"God yes," replied Bill, fighting now to keep his concentration as Jonathon swirled his tongue and sucked. "I'm gonna cum in his mouth real soon." 

"Let's fill him up together. Let me know when you're cumming," said Steele. 

"Oh it's soon, real soon," enthused Bill. "God my cock feels so good in his mouth. Honey I'm so glad we came. I love you!" he yelled to Melinda. 

It was fairly quiet in their little corner of the orgy, and his words were accented by the rapid slapping of Steele's thighs against Jonathon's ass cheeks. 

"That's it, man, let this little slut bitch know that he's doing good on your dick," Steele encouraged Bill. "This tight little ass is making my balls boil. I'm getting ready to cum too." 

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yess," Bill was headed toward incoherence as his dick took total control and he began to feel lightheaded. 

The three men had found the rhythm. Steele's powerful hips were the engine and Jonathon's asshole and mouth were the gears that were now running a well-oiled machine. Steele thrust forward and drove balls deep into Jonathon's rear, forcing Jonathon's entire body forward and Bill's cock balls deep into Jonathon's throat. The massive black cock met resistance on the out stroke, pulling Jonathon back even as he sucked in air and applied suction to Bill's cock. Then the cycle repeated with the next thrust highlighted by the slapping sound of sweaty skin against sweaty skin. 

Bill began to let out low moans, rolling his head around his neck, his hands planted on his haunches and supporting his back as Jonathon sucked his dick. The pad below Jonathon had a large wet spot from the pre-cum dripping off Jonathon's cock. He loved the feeling of servicing two men at once. Bill's moans got louder as Steele kicked the pace up another notch. 

Melinda was keening her cum as Sarah sucked on her tits, four fingers now buried in both her own and Sarah's cunt. 

Bill let out another moan and said "here it comes." 

"Oh yeah, man, me too, me too," shouted Steele. 

"Oh God, here it comes!" yelled Bill as his body began to convulse and rope after rope of cum began to fill Jonathon's mouth. 

"Yeah, oh yeah, oh unnnggghh," Steele exclaimed as his massive nine-inch tool began to firehouse Jonathon's bowels. 

Jonathon himself came, with no direct stimulation to his cock, squirting a load of creamy liquid that thanks to the uncontrolled thrusts of the two men who were using him for their own pleasure went slinging out all over his chest, thighs, and the cushion. Steele gave one last thrust and placed his large black hands on Jonathon's tanned ass. Steele spread Jonathon's cheeks apart and eased his cock, still savoring the intense feelings within it, out of Jonathon's ass. It passed the sphincter with a "pop" dragging a drop or two of cum out of the orifice. 

Bill collapsed down onto the mat and rolled on his side, panting like a dog to catch his breath, even as Jonathon moved to keep licking his cock as it deflated. Melinda was thrashing about beneath Sarah's body, accidentally ripping one of the nipple clamps off Sarah's chest, who responded with both a yelp of pain and a small cum of her own. Steele walked over to a nearby bowl and retrieved a moistened towelette to wipe down his cock that was glistening with his own cum and the lube from Jonathon's butt hole. 

"Well folks, I certainly enjoyed round one," Steele said. "I want to thank you all for the pleasure of playing with you, and encourage you to catch your breath and keep going. There is some truly world class ass, both male and female, to be had at this party tonight. Have fun!" 

With that and a wave of his hand Steele moved off to find a bottle of water and begin scoping for his next victim. Sarah rolled into Melinda's arms as they cooed and cuddled each other. Bill got his breath back and sat up. Jonathon smiled, a drop of Bill's cum running down his chin.

By this time Deana had switched from white to red wine. The gauze robe was clinging to her chest in the heat, and she reached up to each shoulder and released the clasps, exposing her breasts directly to the night air. She saw her husband sink his cock into Lisa's ass and was happy for him. She knew that this was the fulfillment of all his dreams, and it gave her a feeling of pride and accomplishment that she had given this incredible man the freedom he needed to succeed. 

She also noticed the tight ass and muscular body of Marc on the opposite side of the table from Steve. He had a swimmers build, and she loved the way his ass cheeks flexed as he fucked Julie. While she had resisted the temptations of the rampant sex her husband surrounded himself with, Deana was far from immune from her own desires. As the red wine, a scrumptious and complex Bordeaux, coursed through her veins she felt herself flush and wet between her legs. She stood and allowed the light material of the gown to fall down to her feet, exposing her entire body to the night and the people around her. 

This motion did not go unnoticed, even in an area filled with over 100 sex-crazed revelers. Jeff, the swinger's website host saw her unveiling and felt his cock twitch. He knew who she was, and had heard of her reluctance to swing, but decided to introduce himself anyway. Deana saw the tall, well tanned man walking toward her with a smile. While not the kind of buff body Marc possessed, she nonetheless felt a strong attraction, especially to the seven-inch cock swaying out in front of the man as he approached. 

"Hi, I'm Jeff," the blonde man reached out his hand. 

Deana, feeling a little self-conscious suddenly blushed, her hands moving by themselves to try to cover her nakedness. But then her libido kicked back in and she reached out to take his hand. She knew it was the wine talking, but said 

"I'm Deana, would you care to join me? I'm loving this Bordeaux, and would welcome someone to share it with." 

"Thanks, don't mind if I do," said Jeff, filling a glass and taking a seat next to his hostess.

"Forgive me if this is too forward, but those of us who know Steve in the Lifestyle community know that you don't play with him. When I watched you step out of your toga just now, revealing that fantastic body in such a simple but provocative way, I couldn't help but think what a waste that is," said Jeff, raising his glass in a toast. 

"Well, contrary to popular belief I'm not a prude, or frigid, or just a doormat," laughed Deana. "It's also a little known fact that I've had a few swinging experiences as well. I enjoy sex, but I don't relish it the way my husband does. I spend so much time and energy on my own interests and hobbies that I just don't think about it. Most of the time." 

"Most of the time?" asked Jeff, his eyes languidly moving up and down her body, which she now lithely stretched out onto its side, supporting her torso on one elbow and sipping her wine with her free hand. 

"Most of the time," she replied, looking him directly in the eye. "Of course when I do get turned on, I get really turned on, and red wine always gets me going," she continued, reaching her tongue out to lick the lip of her glass as her eyes wondered down to Jeff's now hardening cock. 

Jeff noticed that Deana's nipples had engorged themselves, sticking out a good half-inch from her aureoles. His mouth watered.

Deana came to a decision, put down her wine glass and reached over to take Jeff's cock in her hand. She blushed a bit as she did so, her Catholic school upbringing still asserting itself after all these years, but the feel of that meat on her palm and the heat she felt in her pussy quickly overcame the remembered admonitions of Sister Marie Angelique. Jeff put his own glass down and leaned over to kiss Deana, his hand running roughly across her chest feeling those huge nipples (he'd never seen nipples stand out so far and so firm) roll beneath his palm. Deana began pumping his cock, and opened her mouth to receive his tongue. She was thinking back to her early marriage, when a man very like Jeff had been her friend and volleyball partner. Steve had encouraged her to act on her feelings for the man, but she had refrained, thinking her husband was just being gallant and would probably be devastated with jealousy. The ensuing years had opened her eyes on that score, and tonight she was going to make up for her lost opportunity.

Steve exploded in Lisa's ass. Julie had been alternately licking her pussy and his balls, and had clamped down on his left nut with a strong suction as she recognized his familiar approach to orgasm. This sent him over the top and he cried out in pure please. 

"God, what a wonderful ass!" he exclaimed as he pumped load after load of cum into his guest's rectum. 

Marc too came, filling Julie's pussy with his cream, which Lisa promptly began licking back out. She was lost in orgasmic bliss. She'd lost count of the number of times she had cum from Julie's ministrations, Steve's dick in her butt, and the taste and feel of Julie's clit between her lips. Steve pulled back from Lisa's ass as Marc withdrew from Julie, but the two women simply focused their attentions on each other and kept right on making love. Tongue to clit, nibbles to labia, nose nuzzling the vaginal opening and wave after wave of orgasm ripping through them. Steve admired them for a few moments and was once more envious of the female capacity for orgasm. He was capable of cumming several times in a session, and had once experienced three cums in quick succession, but had never achieved the sexual nirvana so many practitioner of Tantric sex claimed.

Deana lay back and wrapped her legs around Jeff's hips, pulling his pulsing cock toward her opening. 

"Come on you sexy thing, fuck me good," she encouraged her new lover. 

His cock was sheathed in a condom for her own peace of mind. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around Jeff's neck, pulling him down for a kiss as she felt his lovely cock bottom out. They began to fuck in a steady rhythm, his hands on her tits and hers running up and down his back as she used her fit legs to pull him in hard. Her eyes were closed and she was unconsciously licking her lips and moaning encouragement as Jeff's cock plunged in and pulled out in time with her undulating hips. It truly felt silky in her gushing vagina. The wine, the sexy surroundings, the constant exposure to all things sexual were having their effect, and Deana was reveling in the release of pure physical pleasure. Her eyes snapped open as she felt a new set of lips caress her ear. 

"How is he, my darling?" Steve asked with a smile. Deana panicked a bit and began to push Jeff off, but Steve reached out to calm her and nodded to Jeff to continue his pumping. "Don't worry, just enjoy, you can let yourself go," Steve reassured her and held the wine glass up to her lips. She sipped the buttery liquid and felt it rekindle her lust as it snaked down her throat. 

"I love you," she said as Steve lightly kissed her lips. 

"I love you too, and it makes me even happier to see you allow yourself to enjoy the evening," Steve replied. "In fact, I'm going to join you in enjoying Jeff and fuck his ass while he fucks you, okay?" 

Deana's mind spun and a wave of lust shook her entire body at the thought. "Yes, yes fuck him and fuck me through him, Darling!"

Steve kissed his wife one more time, then leaned up and kissed Jeff, adding to Deana's visual feast, then moved around behind Jeff and reached for some lube. Jeff slowed his hips as he felt Steve begin to prepare his ass. Steve bit Jeff's shoulder playfully, reaching around to tweak first Jeff's then Deana's nipples with one hand, while two slick fingers on his other hand invaded Jeff's rear. 

"Oh yeah," sighed Jeff as he felt the well-lubricated digits slide around his bowels. 

Deana was fascinated by the look on Jeff's face. She had been around Steve and male-male sex for many years, but this was the first time she had participated with her husband, and she was intrigued by the way the other man reacted. She knew those fingers. While not an anal slut, she occasionally allowed Steve to fuck her there, and she often fucked him with a strap-on, so she understood the importance but also the sensual pleasure of fingers and knuckles moving in and out past her sphincter. 

Jeff was certainly enjoying the invasion. Steve added a third finger and Jeff's eyes glazed over as his senses neared capacity. Deana was encouraging him, making cooing sounds and twisting his nipples, her pussy clamping on his cock. She smelled of jasmine, tasted of fine burgundy, and had sparkling eyes. And her husband was getting ready to fuck him. Jeff moaned his approval as he felt Steve's fingers withdraw. He held still, his cock pulled back to Deana's threshold as Steve positioned himself and pressed his cock, itself well lubricated and rock hard from the experience of finally sharing a man with his beloved wife, into Jeff's rear. Jeff had excellent muscle control, and his ass accepted the turgid member easily. 

Steve slid slowly, oh so slowly into Jeff, never hesitating as he buried himself balls deep and pressed the other man's thighs forward, forcing Jeff's cock to slide fully back into Deana. Steve's eyes were locked into Deana's across Jeff's shoulder. They were smiling at each other as love filled their hearts. As Jeff's cock slid across Deana's g-spot she caught her breath and rotated her hips – the feeling was too intense to be tolerated more than an instant. The three lovers, joined in a common ménage but in a very uncommon situation, began to work to find their rhythm.

Deana was in animal heat. As a physical specimen Jeff was nice but nothing spectacular, but the whole situation flicked a switch in her brain and she was consumed with lust. The naughty break from her good girl upbringing, the fantastic setting, the wonderful wine, the many other people involved in all kinds of sex acts surrounding her, and the look of bliss and desire on her husband's face combined to overwhelm any inhibitions. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard you son of a bitch!" she yelled at Jeff. "How is his ass, honey, is this bitch making you feel good too?" 

"Oh god yes, babe," moaned Steve as he increased the rate his hips moved. "Jeff has a sweet ass, and it feels like velvet around my cock!" 

"Well fuck him good," Deana said. "I can feel it every time you bottom out in him and his cock hits my g-spot. Oh it feels so fucking good!"

Jeff was in bliss. Steve's familiar cock, not too large but certainly not small, was massaging his prostate as his own cock moved in and out of one of the wettest and hottest cunts he'd ever screwed. Deana's nipples felt great between his fingers, and her fingers felt great on his nipples. They were mirroring each other's movements, twisting, then tweaking, then rubbing each others' nipples as they fucked. Steve's hands were alternating between Jeff and Deana's torsos and steadying himself as he fucked. Jeff felt his balls draw up and knew he wouldn't last long, and didn't want to. 

"I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. "Yes, yes cum deep inside me. Let me feel your cock pulse in my cunt you bitch," growled Deana as she twisted his nipples even harder and kissed her new lover. 

This sent Jeff over the edge and he exploded deep inside her with a cry. His spasms set Deana off in turn, and she thrashed her head back and forth as she yelled "yes, yes, yes, yes!" to the sky. 

Steve followed suit and pounded his rock hard cock into Jeff's butt as he came, thrusting Jeff even harder into Deana and extending her pleasure. "Unngh," Steve groaned as he felt like his cock was turning inside out to pump sperm into Jeff's rectum. 

The three lovers continued to thrash and thrust for several seconds more, then suddenly stopped moving as if by mutual consent. Steve looked down at his wife as he withdrew from Jeff. She was smiling at him with tremendous love showing in her eyes. Steve twisted around Jeff's motionless body and kissed Deana hard. Jeff savored the moment, still feeling Deana's vagina pulse around his cock as he slowly slid backwards. His cock left her opening with a plop, and he dropped his face to eat her juices as they seeped out of her labia. This move caught Deana by surprise, and her body responded with yet another mini-orgasm. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she shuddered in her husband's arms. Steve looked up and smiled down at Jeff, who lifted up and kissed Steve to share the heady juice mixture with him. When they parted Steve looked back at Deana who was beaming in pride and gratitude. 

"Thank you," she whispered to him. 

"No, thank you," Steve insisted, "and welcome to La Playa!"