3 comments/ 96655 views/ 30 favorites Marie's Class Reunion By: EmmisDos I wrote and submitted this story to Literotica a few years ago. Recently I re-read it and thought there were some problems here and there. This is a revised version of the original. * Marie and I had lived and loved in Key West for a year and really enjoyed the casual lifestyle of the Florida Keys. I had left the Navy and found work as a DJ at a local radio station. Marie had no trouble finding work as a nurse at the only hospital at the southern end of the keys. We often dined on fresh seafood that local fishermen offered in payment for medical services at the hospital when they didn't have cash or insurance. There were long lazy weekends spent on the beach or aboard our 19' Larson cabin cruiser. It was large enough for the two of us and for a few friends to join us from time to time. Marie had kept in touch with her girlfriends from nursing school over the years. Some had married and had children while others had gone through one or more relationships that had failed. She told me that they were a wild bunch and the stories she told confirmed that. They had shared almost everything from food to dorm rooms, clothing and, on a couple of occasions, even boyfriends! They swapped photos of themselves and their families like old friends do and shared their life experiences with each other. When they found out that we were living in Key West they usually promised to visit us when they could, but none had done so. Then something happened that would result in a most delightful week for Marie and myself! One evening, as we lounged in front of the TV after dinner, Marie said, "It looks like we might finally host some of my old friends, Jack." "Really?" I replied, "It's about time. Ya'll have been swapping letters and phone calls so long that I thought they'd never actually come down for a visit." "Amy is trying to get a group of the girls together for a Florida vacation," she told me, "and she's asked if we would mind hosting the event." "I'd love to meet your friends and it would be nice for you to see them again," I said, "how many do you think will come?" Marie answered, "It looks like four at this point. I don't know about sleeping arrangements though, we've only got two bedrooms and the couch. Perhaps we could reserve hotel rooms for them at the La Concha." The radio station that I worked for was in the La Concha hotel, both of which were owned by a former Monroe County sheriff and state senator. We reserved rooms there for our parents and other visitors when we couldn't accommodate them in our mobile home on Stock Island. I was able to get a break on the costs as an employee of the radio station. "Sure, that would be great if there are too many to stay here, but I have a better idea. You work on finding out exactly how many people will be coming and I'll look into something that would be nice for all of us, if I can work it out," I told her. "I hope your idea isn't expensive," Marie said, "We can't afford a lot right now you know." "I know," I replied, "If I can work out the deal I have in mind there won't be any cost for rooms." Marie quickly replied, "That would be great, but keep it legal, OK?" "Have I ever done anything to get us in trouble with the law?" I asked. "Well, not that I know of," she said, "But I do remember how you kept your toolbox and tools when you left the Navy. I'm still not sure that was OK." "Hey! I got permission to keep that, they were just going to tag them as surplus and store them in some warehouse for the next fifty years!" I told her. "Whatever," was her reply as she returned her attention to the television. I had heard that the owner of the radio station owned a retreat on a private island up the keys. He rarely used it and most people didn't know it existed. After I finished my shift the next morning I found him in his office and asked if there was any way I could use his retreat for a week. We struck a deal. We could have the place for a week in return for my services as a handyman. The place needed maintenance and I was pretty handy with tools. I told Marie about the Little Munson Island retreat deal that I had arranged for her reunion and she was ecstatic! "That's great!" she told me, "I called Amy today and she's gotten commitments from Carol, Debra and Tammy. They've booked flights to Miami for next month and will drive down here together. We can take our car and their rental car." "Umm, not so fast," I told her, "It's a private island, no bridge or roads. We'll have to take the boat. It's about 25 miles up, just this side of Big Pine Key." "That's even better!" said Marie, "We'll have total privacy. But, will it be like camping, are there toilets and electricity?" "No problem there, it's got bathrooms with showers, three bedrooms, a kitchen and a generator. The house is built on top of a large cistern that stores rainwater for cooking, drinking, showers and toilet needs," I told her, "we just need to bring food and drink. Lot's of beer because I'm going to be doing maintenance on the place in return not paying rent." "Perfect! You work while we play," she grinned, "I'm calling Amy right now with the news." When she returned to the living room after the call, Marie stood facing me, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to show me her lovely B+ breasts while moving her shoulders, making them to dance for me. She suggested that we adjourn to the bedroom so that she could give me my reward. I quickly accepted her offer! Once in the bedroom she did a slow strip while keeping an eye on my reaction to her show. My cock had risen to attention and was straining the fabric of my shorts, showing its appreciation. When she was completely naked she jumped on the bed causing her boobs to bounce and asked, "Don't you want to join me, or would you prefer to watch TV?" She knew the answer and laughed when I almost fell over while pulling off my shorts and briefs too quickly. I climbed on the bed with her, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close while kissing her lips passionately. Her hand found my cock and gave it a little squeeze before moving lower and lightly stroking my nut-sack. "I love you," she breathed into my ear. "You are my everything and always will be," I replied as I gently pushed her down on the mattress. We coupled with little foreplay that evening, both of us being so excited about our island vacation with her friends that we couldn't wait. Afterwards we snuggled under the sheets and talked about the upcoming adventure until we both drifted off to sleep. Two weeks later, on a Saturday, Marie's old friends arrived at our door. She greeted them with squeals and hugs, like women do. I had never met any of them and was pleased to note that all four were in their late 20's and attractive, as Marie introduced me to them. 'This is going to be interesting,' I thought, 'Five women and one guy on an island and I'm the lucky guy!' Amy was Marie's height with a nice figure that included, what I estimated to be, D-cup breasts and straight brown hair down to her shoulders. Carol was a blonde with a pair of D's and a few extra pounds. She had a great smile with flashing blue eyes. Debra was a petite redhead with green eyes and almost-C-cup boobs. She seemed to be the shy one. Tammy had short blonde hair and B-cup breasts with sharp nipples poking at front of her tank top as though they wanted out to play. My wife, Marie, is slim with brown eyes, dark brown hair and B+ tits. All except Marie were still in their traveling clothes. I took refreshment orders and Marie suggested that they all change into something comfortable before we drove to the marina and loaded the boat for the cruise up to Little Munson Island. The ladies went back out to their car and selected outfits then returned to the trailer. I handed each her Coke, beer or iced tea and they adjourned to our bedroom to change. "Well, what do you think of my nursing school crew?" Marie asked. "They seem like a great bunch of gals, I'm sure we'll all have fun this week. I just wish I could relax and play all day but I've got to work on the place or 'Mr. S' might not be so willing to let us use it again," I told her. After everyone had changed we climbed into the two cars and drove to the marina. I hauled the bags and groceries to the boat and loaded them while Marie told them all about Key West and the Florida Keys. I was getting a workout and we hadn't even gotten to the island yet. We cast off and headed northeast at full speed. The women joked and talked all the way, catching up with each other. We had stocked the coolers on the boat with ice, beer and wine coolers the night before and everyone enjoyed them, getting a little tipsy. Tammy and Amy wanted to get a start on Florida suntans but didn't want to dig through their bags for swimsuits. They asked if anyone objected to them stripping to their underwear and received assurances that it was OK with everyone (especially me). They promptly stripped to their bras and panties and parked themselves in chairs on the after-deck. I glanced back from my position at the helm from time to time to take in the sight, of course. Tammy was wearing matching light green panties and thin bra with her nipples barely hidden from view. Amy looked great in her black bra and panties too, with her large breasts nearly overflowing the cups. Eventually I sighted the island and shouted, "There's our home for the week." They all moved quickly over to the port side of the boat triggering a list to that side. I shouted for them to get back to the center of the boat before we ended up swimming to the island and they quickly complied. The rest of the run to shore was uneventful with the girls talking about how pretty it was and how excited they were. I must admit that I was a bit excited myself. Sure, it was a special place to vacation but my mind was focused on the adventure of spending a week on a private island with five beautiful women. We slid up beside the small dock and Marie hopped out to tie the boat up. The women ran up toward the house and I followed with a couple of suitcases in hand. When I walked in the front door (Marie had the key and unlocked it for them) I heard them running around and shouting like little kids at a theme park. "Look at the view from out here!" I heard one shout from the deck over the front porch. "Hey everybody, there's a hot tub out back, but it's pretty nasty looking!" another said. "No pool but there's a sandy beach out back!" came another shout. I put the bags down and took a tour myself. The kitchen was in decent shape and well equipped, just a little dirty. There were three bedrooms upstairs, one master with a full bath and two smaller bedrooms with two queen size beds each and a shared bathroom. The first floor featured a large common room with couches and armchairs, the kitchen, dining room and another bathroom with shower. Outside I checked out a shed beside the house where I found the generator and an electric water pump. After getting acquainted with the controls I flipped a switch to the "Run" position and pressed the button marked "Start." After a few seconds of cranking the engine started and settled down to a steady speed. I pushed a large arm on a switchbox up and the generator engine slowed when it suddenly had a load then revved up to its operating speed again. I heard a shout from the house, "Hey, Jack must have found the generator, we've got lights!" I verified that the fuel tank was full and returned to the house. Inside I found all five women lounging on couches and chairs in the main room, chatting happily. When they saw me they broke out in cheers and applause, thanking me for getting the power on. I bowed deeply and made my way to the bathroom. All of the drinking we did on the boat had resulted in a strong urge to pee and I hadn't been able to use the head on the boat. Every time I could get away from the helm for a minute I found someone else using it. When I closed the door behind me I was relieved in two ways. One, the obvious and the other when I flushed the toilet and there was water pressure to re-fill it. I left the women to their conversations and did the manly duty of hauling the rest of the baggage and supplies up to the house. I moved the food from a cooler to the refrigerator, now that it was working. Once that chore was completed I sat in an armchair in the common room to relax a bit. Marie came over and sat in my lap, giving me a kiss and a hug then telling me, "The girls all love this place. You're a hero for getting it for us." "Good to hear, I'm sure we'll all enjoy the week here," I told her, "I'm relieved that the generator and water pump work, I'm going to need a shower before bed tonight. I worked up quite a sweat hauling all of the stuff you girls brought with you!" A chorus of "Awww, you poor boy", "Is little Jackie tired?" and, "Pew, I thought I smelled something!" comments came from around the room. The one comment that got my attention the most came from Amy who said, "You'd better get your rest when you can because, with five women and only one man, you are going to have your work cut out for you!" Marie smiled at that and whispered to me, "Looks like you might have more work to do here than just fixing stuff." I looked at her and whispered back, "Do you mean what I think you mean?" "We'll see, just make sure you save enough energy for me," she replied, and pulled my lips to hers for a long kiss. "Ohhhh! Look at that girls," I heard Tammy say, "Marie and Jack sitting in a tree, K, I, S, S, I, N, G!" Everyone broke out laughing and Marie said to me, "You need to do something about that nasty hot tub on the back deck while we explore the island, right girls?" There was a chorus of agreement and they all got up and left through the front door, leaving me with their bags to haul upstairs. I put Marie's and my bags in the master bedroom and left the others in the hallway for the other four women to sort out. Out on the deck I saw why they had referred to the hot tub as "nasty." It was half-full of water that was thick and green. It had obviously not been cared for in a long time. I found the plug and opened it up to drain while I poked around, gathering cleaning supplies, a garden hose and chemicals. After an hour I had the tub and filter cleaned and was filling it with fresh water from the hose. It was a small island and I heard occasional shrieks and bursts of laughter from various directions as the girls explored our home for the week. Once I had the tub full I pressed the power button and the pump obediently started with a satisfying hum. I treated the water with the appropriate chemicals to keep it from growing nasty green stuff again and turned the heat on. While it was warming the water and circulating the chemicals I went up to the master bedroom, stripped and got into the shower. I was relieved to find that the water heater was working, one less thing for me to worry about. After my shower I felt relatively fresh and put my swimsuit on with testing the hot tub in mind. I grabbed a beer from a cooler and walked out on the deck. The water was warm and inviting. Even though it was well over 80 degrees outside I wanted to relax in the tub and soothe my aching muscles after carrying the bags and supplies. Once I was in and settled I heard the women approaching the house, still giggling like little girls and talking non-stop. As they approached the deck, Debra shouted, "Look, Jack got the hot tub working! Last one in gets to fix dinner!" I briefly had an image in my mind of all five of them quickly stripping to the skin and jumping in the tub with me but Marie stopped them by saying, "No, he's done all of the work around here while we've been having fun. Let Jack relax while we fix the meal." There was some half-hearted protesting but they all dutifully went into the kitchen and left me alone on the deck. I fell asleep after a few minutes and was awakened when Marie shouted through the kitchen window, "dinner's ready honey." I don't know how long I had been out but the sun had set and the lights were on in the house. I climbed out of the tub, turned the jets off and slipped a t-shirt over my head before walking into the dining room. Two women were seated and the other three were bringing the meal from the kitchen. I sat in a chair at the large round table and soon found myself between Marie and Carol. We enjoyed the meal and conversation. At one point Carol spoke up, saying, "I propose a toast to Jack. If it weren't for him we might be in one of those convention hotels eating cardboard turkey and sharing rooms on different floors with little refrigerators and pay-as-you-go mini-bars. To Jack!" she said as she raised her glass and the others joined her, "TO JACK!" they all repeated. Marie leaned over and kissed my cheek. To my surprise, Carol leaned over and kissed my other cheek. "You are all very welcome," I said, "the pleasure is mine." "Maybe it is now," quipped Carol as she laid a hand on my thigh and massaged it, "but I expect some pleasure too and I know we all do." "Don't worry," said Marie to the group, "Pleasure is what this reunion is about and I'm sure Jack won't mind helping us all out, right Jack?" as she caressed my other thigh beneath the table. "Umm, sure, anything you say darling," I stammered. I sensed that there was a conspiracy afoot and that I may be a beneficiary! If she was hinting that I might get some action from one or more of her girlfriends I was going to be one worn out son of a bitch by the end of the week. It would be taxing but one hell of a good time. "I'm really beat," I told Marie and her friends, "All of that carrying bags and supplies has taken a toll. I'm going to hit the sack. I'll see ya'll in the morning. Are you going to join me, Marie?" "Not just yet," she answered, "we have to plan the week now that we've seen the island. You get some sleep, you'll probably need it." That did it, either I was in trouble or in for the treat of my life. I headed up the stairs, brushed my teeth and stripped my swimsuit and t-shirt off before climbing between the sheets. I was almost asleep when I sensed movement in the room. I felt my wife slipping under the sheet with me. I could tell that she was naked when she snuggled behind me and began running a hand over my body. I was sleepy but am not one to turn a woman in need away. I turned over and began to kiss her and fondle her boobs. I was startled when I felt someone else lay down on the bed behind me. I was surprised at first, then realized that they had to have come up with their plan together. I wasn't about to complain. My cock sprang to attention. The woman behind me rolled me over on my back and both began kissing, licking and stroking their fingers up and down my naked body. I was dying to have my cock sucked but they only teased me by giving it an occasional kiss and squeeze. This was excruciating and I begged them to give me relief. It was dark in the room and I still didn't know which of Marie's girlfriends was in bed with us. I didn't really care as long as they continued their sex-play. Then, one of them took my cock in her hand and the other started sucking it. I was being jerked off and sucked at the same time by two women and it was truly fantastic! I highly recommend it. I had one of them on my left and the other on my right, each on her knees with her bottom facing my head. I reached out with both hands and stroked their pussies. After a few minutes they switched places so that I had a different hand and mouth pleasuring my cock. It was the most incredible sensation having two women administer to my rod; I had a very hard time holding back my orgasm. After ten minutes of this, Marie straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. She sat upright as I ate her and her friend continued to suck and stroke my cock. Her friend then straddled my hips and slid her hot pussy along my cock as it laid against my stomach. Marie was facing my lower body and her friend was facing the other way. The moon had finally begun to softly light the room, which enabled me to catch a brief glance at the other woman who turned out to be Amy. They each leaned forward and kissed. This was a huge turn on for me, as if I wasn't turned all the way on already! Amy continued to grind her pussy on my cock as they kissed and played with each other's boobs. Marie's Class Reunion Then they switched places again with Marie straddling my cock and Amy's pussy on my face. I lightly nibbled her clit and tongue-fucked her as she squirmed and moaned. My wife used her wet pussy to tease the head of my cock, then mounted it and slid down slowly. She continued making out with her friend while riding my cock. She slid all the way up, then slowly down and ground her pussy against my crotch. We were all moaning and panting by this time and I knew that one or more of us were going to cum soon. My face was smeared with pussy juice. I was in heaven. Marie said, "Make me cum, then I want you to fuck her and make her cum too." As my mouth was covered by Amy's cunt I could only hum, "Uh Huh," through my nose. I don't think my cock had ever been any harder and probably never will be again. It was absolutely swollen to the max and throbbing. Marie began the rhythm that I knew would make her reach her sexual peak. Soon she moaned loudly and her pussy squeezed my cock spasmodically. She shuddered, bucked her hips and creamed my cock. Finally Marie completely tensed up for a few seconds and then relaxed. I needed to cum too but held back as best I could. I had another woman to satisfy! Amy climbed off my face and moved down to mount my cock as Marie disengaged. Marie moved up and kissed me as I felt her friend slide her pussy down my cock. She was wonderfully warm, wet and tight. She began rocking back and forth, taking me all the way into her then slowly pulling up, then down again. Then she began a quick pumping action for a minute followed by slow pumps, driving me mad. Marie turned to her friend to suck and nibble her nipples. She ran a hand between Amy and myself and added clit massage to her repertoire. Amy's orgasm hit like lightning with an unintelligible shout and spasms that ran up and down her body for what seemed like five minutes. I suspect that she had multiple orgasms, one after the other. "I can't take it any more," I said breathlessly, "Girls, I'm going to cum, can't hold it back!" Amy pulled off of my cock and Marie began to stroke it furiously, saying, "Come on, and give us all you've got!" I did just that. I bucked my hips and shot cum in long powerful squirts all over my stomach and chest as well as Marie's hand and arm. When I calmed down and my dick deflated somewhat the girls cleaned me up with their tongues. Once done with that chore they laid down, one on each side of me. We kissed goodnight and snuggled together until we drifted into dreamland. Thinking back as I write this, it turned out to be the only night that I got more than four hours of uninterrupted sleep that week. No complaints, it was an amazing, once in a lifetime experience and well worth sacrificing sleep for. I'm an early riser, can't sleep past 6:00 AM even if I want to. I like mornings and had carefully climbed out of bed long before Marie and Amy woke up. I took a quick shower, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts...no shoes, and made my way quietly to the kitchen. I got the coffee started and made a quick circuit of the island since I hadn't had a chance to see it all the day before. When I got back to the house it was still quiet, all of the girls were still sleeping, so I started the scrambled eggs and bacon. That did the trick. As soon the aroma of coffee and bacon circulated through the house the girls started showing up one-by-one. Amy signaled her arrival first when I heard her behind me ask, "What are you doing up so early?" "I've been up for over an hour," I answered, "Can't sleep late, and never have since high school. It's a curse." She was dressed in a short terrycloth robe that was tied at the waist. When she bent down to retrieve a fork that I'd dropped while setting the table the robe parted a bit at the top and bottom. I got a glimpse of her pussy fur and her "girls" that were not encumbered by a bra. "Wow!" I heard Marie say, as she entered the kitchen/dining room area, "I should sleep in more often if it means you will handle the cooking." She came downstairs barefoot and in pajama shorts with skimpy tank top. She had apparently skipped putting on a bra. She usually straps her boobs in as soon as she gets up in the morning. I was pleased to note that none of the women felt that they needed to be fully dressed around me, except for Debra, the modest one. She came down wearing yellow short sleeve cotton top with white shorts. The one thing I had noticed about her was that her nipples seemed to always be standing at attention and poking through anything she wore. Also, even though she was not as likely to wear something revealing, she didn't seem to mind the others showing little modesty in my presence. Carol arrived in a short white silk nightgown that ended just above her knees. It was fairly tight across her chest and showed off her breasts nicely. The last arrival, Tammy, shuffled sleepily to the table in a very short, pale blue baby-doll nightgown with matching panties that showed below the hem. It was nearly see-through. After the meal the girls were nice enough to clean up and let me goof off for a little while. They decided that swimming and soaking up the sun was going to be the order of the day and went upstairs to change into their swimsuits while I made a list of things I needed to do. They came back downstairs as a group, carrying towels and tanning lotion. "Sorry you can't join us Jack," Amy told me as they trooped out the back door and down to the beach, which wasn't much farther than a hundred yards away. The girls were wearing bikinis with the exception of Carol who was wearing a tiny yellow Wicked Weasel micro-kini and Debra who wore a relatively modest one-piece suit (which couldn't hide her permanently erect nipples). After the parade I got to work with various repairs that were needed. Around 1:00 PM Debra and Marie returned to the house to fix some sandwiches for our lunch. They asked me to carry one of the coolers down to the beach while they brought the sandwiches, and then join them for lunch. I was ready for a break. We made our way down the sandy path to the beach where there was already a blanket spread out under a beach umbrella. I sat the cooler down in the shade and my tired old self in a folding chair that wasn't occupied. Marie called out, "Lunch is ready, come and get it!" Everyone gathered around and selected sandwiches and beer or pop from the cooler. I didn't see Carol until I looked out in the water where she was swimming our direction. When she got to shallow enough water she stood up. "Damn!" I muttered to myself. Her yellow Wicked Weasel was totally transparent! Not only were her nipples easy to see but her hairless pussy slit was on display as well. I had to sit down again in order to hide my hard-on. "Damn girl!" said Amy, "You might as well be completely naked for all that your swimsuit covers." Carol answered, "Maybe I will be soon. I wanted to get an all-over tan anyway." "You won't get any complaints from me!" I said, trying not to drool. "Thank you, Jack!" Carol replied, smiling and giving me a wink, "That's the nicest compliment I've had in years." "You deserve it, all of you girls look great in your swimsuits. I'm a lucky man," I said. A chorus of thank-you's followed and we ate our lunches in one of the most beautiful places on the planet. After I finished eating and enjoyed the view for a little while, I bid the girls a nice afternoon made my way to the other side of the island where the dock needed my attention. I finished that chore in about an hour and moved to the master bedroom where the curtain rod over the window looking out the back had been separated from the wall. While I studied the problem I saw one of the girls lying on her back tanning topless. I remembered my camera all of a sudden and grabbed it from the dresser. I had brought it with me to document the work I did on the place. As I zoomed in as far as the lens would allow I was surprised to see that the topless sunbather was Debra! She was the last of the women that I expected to go topless. She had untied the neck-strap at the top of her one-piece swimsuit and rolled it down to her waist. 'So,' I thought, 'she's only modest when I am around,' as I snapped six or seven shots. After finishing the roll of film that was in the camera I placed it back in the dresser and set about completing my chores for the day. I was relaxing in a chair in the common room when the girls began trickling in around six that evening. The first arrivals were Marie and Amy who had apparently decided that there was no need for modesty any more. They came through the back door wearing only their bikini bottoms and flopped down on the couch. "I'm so tired I could fall asleep right here and probably wouldn't wake up if there was an earthquake," Marie said. Amy agreed and added, "If I had stayed on the beach one more minute my boobs would have been toasted. I should have used more sun lotion," she said as she spread lotion over her lovely globes bringing the nipples to attention. I was enjoying the boob show when Carol, Tammy and Debra arrived, all topless. When Debra saw that I was in the room she pulled her swimsuit up over her breasts but hadn't turned away from me first. She was slowly shedding her modesty, which suited me just fine. After a few minutes of conversation it became evident that nobody had the energy to prepare a fancy meal. I volunteered, "I'll fire up the grill if someone else will put some plates, chips and drinks on the table." As I got up slowly and headed for the deck all five of the women moved toward the kitchen to help. A few minutes later Marie brought a pile of hamburger patties and hot dogs, which I put on the grill. Without a word she started the pump on the hot tub and climbed in, slipping down so that she was completely immersed in the warm water to her neck. "Did you notice how Debra loosened up a little on the beach today?" she asked me. "Oh yeah," I answered, "I snapped a couple of pictures of her tanning topless." Marie replied, "With a little more time and encouragement we think that she'll drop her modesty and get comfortable with casual nudity." "I hope so, she looked great topless on the beach but I didn't want to embarrass her by mentioning it," I said. "Table's ready when the grillin's done," said Amy as she walked out and climbed into the hot tub with Marie. The three other women joined Marie and Amy over the next few minutes. It was a beautiful sight, four half-naked women plus Debra with breasts surfacing from time to time for me to view while I tended to the grill chores. When the hotdogs and burgers were ready I piled them on a platter and called, "dinner's ready," as I carried them to the table. Eventually they all arrived, sat down and hungrily dug in. Everyone was tired, so it was a quiet meal until Amy spoke up, "Hey! This is our first topless meal together but two of you are cheating. Deb and Jack, off with your tops!" I groaned and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Debra looked around the table and saw that everyone was watching her. "I can't," she said, "not with Jack in the room." "He's already seen your boobs, Deb," Marie told her, "He saw you on the beach this afternoon." Debra looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights when it dawned on her that she had been visible from the house. Then she looked resigned to her fate. She kept her eyes away from me as she untied the neck-strap of her swimsuit and peeled the top down to reveal her perky B+ breasts. Her nipples immediately stood out as the cool air from the ceiling fan hit them. Her face turned almost as red as her hair as she blushed from head to toe. The other four women clapped, cheered and praised her for her bravery. I tried not to stare but managed to enjoy the view as we finished our meal. I went upstairs to get my camera and shouted "group photo" as I came back down the stairs. The women gathered together with arms around waists and breasts proudly thrust toward the camera. Debra hesitated at first but, at the encouragement of her friends, faced the camera and smiled timidly. I fired off four or five shots and promised to send prints to everyone. Debra asked me not to send one to her. "I don't want my husband to find out what went on down here," she said, "he wouldn't understand. "Don't worry," Marie said, "this vacation is all about good friends having fun and what happens on the island stays on the island." That was the turning point. For the rest of the week none of the women wore anything above the waist more than once or twice, including Debra. I was treated to a virtual parade of beautiful, bouncing, bobbing boobs and sported at least a partial erection during all of my waking hours. There wasn't much to do after dinner; we used paper plates and cups with plastic forks and knives. Everyone gathered in the common room and all of the women were laughing, drinking and talking when Carol complained that she was sore from swimming so much. "Jack gives a great massage," Marie told her... bless her heart. "Oh, really?" Carol responded, "How about it Jack, got enough energy to knead my soreness away?" she looked at me and asked. "I supposed I could force myself to get up from here and put you out of your misery if you want," I told her. "Lay down on your bed upstairs. I'll get some lotion and meet you there." Life was just getting better and better. Marie winked as I passed her on the way to the stairway. I detoured to our bedroom for the lotion and Carol continued to the room that she shared with Debra. When I entered their room Carol was on her stomach with her eyes closed. I closed the door and approached the bed. She was still wearing only her tiny swimsuit bottom. "Where are you hurting the most?" I asked. "Everywhere, legs, arms, back, even my damn butt," Carol said. "In that case you should benefit from a full body massage," I told her, "so, I'll need to get this off," as I reached and pulled gently on the waist of her only clothing item. "You just want to get me naked you dirty boy," she answered and obliged by lifting her hips. I slipped the swimsuit off of her hips and to the top of her knees. She rolled over on her back and lifted her legs and feet to allow me to remove it completely. Her pussy was bare, likely because the tiny bikini bottom she wore that was practically see-through when wet always looks better with a hairless pussy. Carol smiled at me and spread her legs a few more inches, allowing me an unrestricted view of her outer labia with the inner lips protruding. My rod rose to full attention. She noticed my excitement and purred, "Do you have a mouse in the front of your shorts or are you happy to see me?" "What I have in my shorts is none of your business," I said in mock seriousness, "now turn over and let me get started." "I've already started," she answered as she used her fingers to open her pussy lips wider to show me how moist she was down there. After a moment she rolled over on her stomach again, though. In an effort to cool things down a bit, I placed a towel over her buttocks. I explained to her, "I want you to enjoy your massage and if anything makes you uncomfortable I want you to tell me." She murmured something in response and I began her massage. Carol responded to my touch very well. I began slowly, with a couple of long, deep strokes extending from her shoulders down her spine to her ass -- then back up to her shoulders. She moaned and I could feel her lower back arch slightly, elevating her firm buttocks. I continued the steady, kneading motions, working my way down her back to her ass and back up. After a few strokes I spread her legs slightly so that I could access her inner thighs. After thoroughly kneading a butt cheek with my hands, getting the feel of the flesh and muscle, I leaned over her and slid my the forearm from her buttock down her thigh to the place a bit above the point where the knee bends. Then I brought my forearm back up her thigh and dug it gently into her buttock, then applying additional pressure. Finishing the left side, I moved to the right and repeated the process. Moving down her hips, I took plenty of time working the thighs and buttocks, gently pulling the muscles in a way that spread the lips of her vagina ever so slightly. My heart raced when I did that, because the towel moved, revealing her pussy again. As I peeked, my breathing rate increased and my cock twitched. After working Carol's upper thighs I traveled down those shapely legs to her calves and feet. I slowly kneaded her calf muscles, finishing her backside with several long, sensual strokes up the back of her legs similar to the ones I'd begun the massage with. "Are you enjoying this?" I whispered, knowing what her answer would be. "It's wonderful," was all she could say in reply, and that was all I needed to hear. It was time to turn her over to work on her front. The towel fell away when she rolled over and she made no effort to retrieve it. I began on her neck, cradling her head in my hands, working the muscles of her neck and shoulders with my fingers. I worked her arms and hands paying special attention to her fingers, then placed her arm alongside her head, as if she were reaching for something over her head. I slowly ran the palm of my hand up the side of her torso, feeling the curve of her ribs and the round softness of her breast. After duplicating the moves on her left side, I worked my way to her stomach and gently and firmly manipulated her stomach muscles. I knew that Carol was enjoying the massage and, although she wasn't making any overt signs of wanting me to be more sexual, I felt she wanted me to go further. By this time, my erection was throbbing, but I refrained from touching her with it. After massaging her stomach and lower abdomen, I traveled the fleshy journey down her legs, once again focusing her those thighs. As I continued to knead and manipulate her legs, her pelvis began to twitch slightly, then more pronounced. Her face revealed nothing, although I noted that she was breathing more heavily than she had been earlier. As I stroked up her legs, her pelvis would arch to meet my hands, as if she were trying to pull them closer to her sex. I kept up the pressure and the movements and she kept responding. I stroked closer to her mons and Carol's hips arched higher. I stroked closer and closer until my thumbs were sliding over the swollen lips of her vagina and she was arching her hips, raising her buttocks several inches off the bed. Suddenly, silently -- her orgasm began without clitoral stimulation or penetration. It surged up and those lean, strong hips and thighs bucked and jerked, then she settled back onto the mattress and was still. It was a powerful orgasm that started deep in her loins and abdomen, coming into the open from somewhere deep within. Strangely, I felt honored that she had shared such a powerful sensation with me. It had been a fascinating experience although I had received no physical gratification...yet. I continued the massage. Her hard nipples pointed toward the ceiling as I worked my way up each leg again. Placing one palm on her thigh and one behind her knee I brought her leg upward and rolled it in wide circles then leaned her knee against my side while gently rubbing her inner thigh. This motion parted her labia just enough for me to see the clit that now protruded slightly past her lips. Maintaining contact with her soft warm skin, I moved around to the opposite side and, moving my hands across her other thigh I lightly brushed her clit. She moaned, now aching with desire. I brought that knee upward and outward as I had her other leg and this time I could see that her pussy had become wet as a droplet slowly trickled downward toward her asshole. With my fingertips coming within a half inch of her glistening lips I saw that she had begun unconsciously and ever so lightly caressing her abdomen. Her hips rocked upward slightly as her hands explored further downward. Marie's Class Reunion "Hold on a second, I need more lotion," I whispered to her. Taking my hands off of her just long enough to squirt more lotion into my palms she allowed her legs to remain parted and continued to gently rock her hips. Placing one hand under the leg that was extended I gently pushed it upward and now rubbed the backs of both legs that were spread slightly. I slowly moved my hands from her ass up to the backs of each knee and down again then slid over her groin up onto her lower abdomen. Gliding my hands over the backs of hers I continued upward over her wrists and up her arms. She gasped when she felt my warm breath on her pussy. Changing direction again my hands returned along her arms and my grip tightened slightly, encouraging her hands further downward. With her fingertips now lightly caressing her hairless mound her eyes opened slightly and met mine. As my eyes met hers, I parted her legs wider then looked down to see her beginning to circle one finger over her swollen clit as she watched my reaction. Gliding her fingers between her slippery lips and into her pussy she closed her eyes again and arched back letting out a sigh. She began to rub faster. I moved to head of the bed and began stroking her breasts. She reached up with one hand and stroked my package through the fabric of my shorts while her other hand continued rubbing her clit. I rolled both her nipples between my slick fingers as she tugged loose the drawstring bow on my shorts. She slid her hand around to feel my ass and from there tried to push my shorts down but they hung up on my stiff boner. I quickly pushed them to my knees. She kissed the head of my cock. "Jack," she said softly, "you really need to get those damn shorts off, now!" I quickly pulled my t-shirt off, worked my shorts over my ankles and stepped to the foot of the bed. I bent down between her long naked legs and worked my tongue between her lips to her clit. Feeling my tongue on her pussy made her arch up again and moan deliriously. My fingers explored between her ass cheeks as I sucked her clit. Thoroughly savoring her sweet pussy I inserted a finger into her soft wet cavity and applied light pressure on her g-spot. This brought her to such an intense orgasm that her pussy gushed and I felt her quiver and pulse inside. Sitting up, Carol laced her fingers behind my neck and began kissing me deeply. I positioned myself with my knees on the carpeted floor with my crotch slightly above the mattress top. She moved her hips to the end of the bed even with my hard cock. I positioned my rod at her entrance pushed until the head popped inside of her. She took a deep breath, looked down, put her hands on my ass, and pulled me another two inches inside. I slowly pushed inward causing her moan loudly. Carol lay back on the bed and I leaned over her, supporting my weight with hands and arms and she wrapped her legs around my back. Slowly and rhythmically I began to thrust in long steady strokes until I had worked my cock all of the way in. It became shiny with her juices. I quickened my pace and she began to cum again. What a horny girl she was!! I could smell the sweet aroma of sex and hear the wet slapping sound as we fucked. The linen below her was damp and tangled. Nearing my climax, my cock swelled deep inside her and she knew I was beginning to cum. Her fingernails raked across my back and she screamed, 'Yes! Give it to me!' as my thrusts grew harder. I pushed in all the way and held it there while I pumped hot cum deep inside. A feeling of warm satisfaction bathed us as little orgasmic after-shocks coursed through our bodies. I held her close and we kissed sweetly, savoring the afterglow of our delicious sex as our breathing slowly returned to a normal rate. I climbed onto the bed beside her where we shared a kiss. She had her head on my chest with one hand caressing my wilted cock and stroking my balls when we heard a light knock on the door. Marie opened it and stuck her head inside. She said, "It's finally quiet in here. If ya'll are done with your massage, Debra is out here and would like to get some sleep." I got up and grabbed my clothes. Holding my shirt and shorts in my hand I told Carol, "That was great, we'll have to do it again some time," and left the room, still naked. When I entered the hallway I found Debra leaning against the wall, waiting to get into the bedroom that she shared with Carol. Her eyes lock on to my crotch and stay there as I walked past her and went into Marie's and my room. Marie was sitting on the bed, bare-chested and smiling. "It sounded like you two were having lots of fun in there. We could hear you downstairs." "I can't say that I'm surprised, sweetheart," I said, "Carol seems to forget her manners when she's getting a good fucking." "Have you got anything left for me?" Marie asked as she played with my dick and balls. "Oh, I think I can muster enough energy if you keep that up much longer," I answered. We completed our evening by keeping the girls in the next room awake with our cries of ecstasy for another hour! In the morning Carol found Marie and myself in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the crew. "I think we turned Debra on last night. Not long after I turned the light out I could hear her moaning and moving around on her bed. I think she masturbated while you two were fucking on the other side of the wall!" "Sweet little Debra couldn't hold it back any longer, eh?" Marie said. "I don't suppose it had anything to do with my parading naked past her in the hall, do you think?" I asked with a sly grin. "That probably had a lot to do with it," Marie replied, "You've got a pretty nice package mister. She was already excited at having her breasts on display all evening. That and seeing your dick wagging as you walked by must have done the trick." The other three girls showed up after a while for breakfast in various states of undress. Marie and Carol wore their swimsuits, Amy and Tammy were in t-shirts and panties and Debra surprised and delighted us all by arriving wearing only panties and a smile! "Hey everybody," Tammy said as we cleared the table, "I almost forgot that I brought my scrapbook from our nursing school years with me. I remembered when Jack took those pictures last night. Remind me to show it to ya'll tonight." "I'll be sure to remind you," I told her, "I've seen a few pictures that Marie has but would love to see more." "You're on," she said. Amy, the apparent leader of the group, said, "What are we going to do today ladies?" "How about a boat ride?" Marie asked. All except me responded to her idea with enthusiasm. "I've got chores to do, unfortunately," I said, "but you can all go and have fun while I slave away here." "I wish you could come but we understand," Marie said. "Everybody get into your swimsuits and grab sun lotion. Jack, would you mind putting a cooler of drinks in the boat?" "Consider it done," I replied as the girls made ready for their cruise. After they had left I set about cleaning out the shed and performing minor repairs around the place. After 15 or 20 minutes, as I was nailing down a loose step on the front porch, I heard someone softly call my name. I looked around to see Debra standing behind me with a coy smile on her face. "What are you doing here?" I asked? "I told a little fib," She answered, "I told them to go without me because I had a stomach ache. But I really wanted to be alone with you, if that's alright." "Sure, I'd like that," I told her, "What do you have in mind?" Debra looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said, "Nothing special, can we just talk for a while?" "I'll be done with this step repair in a couple of minutes, why don't you meet me in the common room then. Maybe you could get me a beer and something for yourself," I said. "OK," she answered and started up the stairs, being careful to avoid the part that I was repairing, "and thanks for not making fun of me." "Who's doing that?" I asked. "The girls," she answered, "I'm the only one other than Marie who's married or in a full-time relationship at the moment. They can be free and easy in the sex department but it's not so easy for me. They tease me about being too straight-arrow, if you know what I mean." "I understand," I told her, "Marie and I are totally committed to our marriage and very much in love, but have come to understand over the years that occasional sexual encounters with others has actually strengthened our relationship. It's made sex better between us too." "That's what I want to talk about," Debra said, and she made her way into the house. I finished my project and put the tools away. I found her on the couch in the common room, still dressed in her one-piece swimsuit and with a glass of wine in her hand. There was a bottle of beer on the coffee table that I grabbed before sitting on the couch beside her, but not too close. I didn't want to come on to her too strongly and scare her off. After some small talk, Debra got down to the heart of the matter. "I'm going to be honest with you, Jack," she said, "the spark has gone out of our love-life at home. My husband works hard, makes good money and we love each other. However, sometimes it seems that he would rather play golf with his buddies than take me to bed. When you told me that having sexual encounters with other people has strengthen your marriage you answered a question that has been on my mind for a year, 'would a little variety be good for us without ruining our relationship?' She continued, "Marie and I have kept in touch over the years since we finished school. She's hinted at some of the things that she and you have done without giving me details. She really loves you, Jack, and has told me pretty much what you've told me today...that occasionally straying from your marriage vows has been good for you both. I've hinted to my husband that I would be OK with him fooling around a little with someone else as long as he doesn't hide it from me. He hasn't said yes or no, just that he will think about it." "I came with my best friends to Florida hoping that I can do something to move things along, give him a reason to make a decision," she said. "I've never had sex with anyone other than my husband and I've always wondered, perhaps fantasized, about a one-time encounter with the right man. Jack, I don't think I could act on my fantasy with anyone but you." I was taken aback and immensely flattered! Debra was being totally open with me, far more so than I would have expected. "Debra," I said, "I am happy that you are comfortable telling me that. I'm also very happy that you've chosen me as a partner." "You don't think that Marie will be angry at me for seducing you, do you?" she asked. "Actually, I think she would be flattered that you trust her husband that much," I told her, "I need another beer, can I get something for you?" "No, nothing thanks," she replied. "I'll be right back," I said and tried to conceal the budge in the front of my shorts as I got up. When I returned from the kitchen she had gotten up from the couch and was standing at a window, looking out. I put my beer down and walked up behind her. I put my arms around her waist and quietly asked, "Have you decided that you want to go any farther yet?" "Yes, I do," she said. I softly kissed her neck. She took a sudden deep breath and leaned back against my chest. I was grinding my crotch against Debra's ass and she was pressing back. I could tell that she was enjoying it. I moved my hands from her waist up over her breasts, squeezing them gently. "It's a beautiful day isn't it?" I said. "Very," she said. "Would you like to go upstairs?" I asked. "OK," she answered timidly. I took her by the hand and led her to the stairs. Although she seemed nervous she didn't resist as I escorted her to the master bedroom. I might have been concerned about pregnancy if it hadn't been for the fact that Marie had told me, before the girls arrived, that they were all on birth control. That made things a lot easier for me. I hadn't brought any condoms. I was seducing (or being seduced by) a beautiful redhead and didn't want to have to worry about those kinds of complications. When we arrived at the bedroom I turned to her, pulled her close and kissed her lips. She was tentative at first but loosened up after a moment and returned my kiss. I told her, "You are a lovely, desirable woman and I'm honored that you have chosen me for your adventure." "Yes," she replied, "Yes, it is an adventure, isn't it?" "Indeed it is, for you and for me, a most pleasurable adventure," I said. I kissed her again and moved my hands to the back of her neck where I untied the strap that held her swimsuit up. Her eyes were closed as I worked the swimsuit down, releasing two of the firmest perfect B+ cup breasts with puffy nipples that I have ever seen in person. I moved my lips from her mouth to her left breast and kissed the nipple softly. I moved over and kissed the other one, then placed one hand over each of her breasts. Her nipples stiffened in my palms and her breathing quickened. I ran my fingertips lightly over and around her breasts, stopping to lightly pinch the nipples occasionally. The attention elicited little moans from her and she opened her beautiful green eyes to see what I was doing. "My husband thinks that my boobs are small and doesn't pay much attention to them," she said. "That's a great shame," I told her, "because they are, perhaps, the most feminine part of a woman and deserve frequent and caring attention. Yours are perfect." I continued stroking, kissing and sucking them for another five or six minutes while my hands occasionally roamed to her ass for a gentle squeeze. At that point Debra was so excited that her legs were trembling and, I thought, might not support her for much longer. I gently but quickly peeled her swimsuit down to her ankles, revealing a triangle of light red hair protecting her mons. Bracing herself on my shoulder, she stepped out of the swimsuit and quickly sat on the bed. The movement caused her boobs to wave at me. As I removed my clothing, Debra moved to the center of the large bed and positioned herself on one side with her head propped on a hand and facing me. She was smiling and looked almost serene, like she had come to grips with her sexuality and was thoroughly enjoying being a desirable woman. I joined her on the bed and pulled her close for another long kiss. Her breasts were pressed to my chest and my hard cock was against her stomach. We eventually broke apart long enough for me to ask, "Has your husband ever given you oral satisfaction?" "I'm not entirely certain that I know what you mean," she said, adding, "Do you mean putting your mouth on my pussy?" "That and more," I replied and nudged her over on her back. I put my hands between her legs and encouraged her to spread her legs. I said, "let me know if you are uncomfortable with this but I urge you to let me introduce you to the pleasures of cunnilingus." "I've heard that word but wasn't sure what it meant," she breathed, "It's something else that has never been mentioned at home." "I sense that you've led a sheltered life, beautiful lady, and feel it my duty to enlighten you," I said. With that I repositioned myself between her legs and proceeded to kiss my way up one inner thigh and down the other, pausing briefly at the apex to blow gently on her outer labia. By the time I was ready to start my tongue action her outer lips had parted and her clit had become visible. She was breathing heavily and startled when I ran my tongue up her slit and used it to tickle her clit. I gave it some more attention. Suddenly her stomach rippled, she bucked her hips and let out a howl! She had an orgasm before I had barely started on her. "Stop, stop!" she nearly shouted. "OK, sure, but why?" I asked. "Because that was too intense," she told me as she looked into my eyes, "I don't know what you did but I've never ever had an orgasm like that. I'm not sure I could take another right away. Really, what did you do?" I moved up beside her and said, "I was stimulating your clitoris with my tongue. I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No, it didn't hurt at all. I can't describe the feeling but I know I want to feel it again, just not until I rest a little," she said, still slightly out of breath. We snuggled for a few minutes, giving her time to recover. I asked if she had experienced orgasm before. "I thought I had, but now I'm wondering if that was my first real one," she answered. "You should know for sure if you let me make love to you some more," I told her, "Marie sometimes has as many as five or six a night when we are feeling frisky." "Ooh, that sounds like fun!" she said, gazing into my eyes. It was time to complete our union. I caressed her cheek and kissed her, probing her lips with my tongue. She responded by opening her lips and adding her tongue to the mix. As we kissed and played dueling tongues I lightly ran my fingers over her ribs, down to her hip and cupped her pussy mound with my hand, beginning an intimate massage. My finger slipped between her outer labia and found her erect clitoris. She moaned and placed one of her hands on mine. I feared that she might have wanted to move my finger away from her ultra-sensitive love-button. That proved not to be the case. She added pressure on the finger that rested on her clit and encouraged me to rub it harder. Debra was rotating her hips and thrusting them up against my hand as I administered to her needs. Little moans and mews came from her mouth and I could see her toes were curling at the other end. Her breath was coming in gasps. "Have you and your husband used different positions when you make love?" I whispered in her ear. "Just him on top," was all she could manage to say. "Shall we try something different?" I asked. "OK, but nothing kinky please...Oh!" she shouted as she began her second orgasm. She pressed my hand harder into her sex and then pushed my finger away from her clit, replacing it with hers. As she vigorously rubbed her clit I sucked and nibbled one of her nipples and pinched the other one between my fingers. She exploded with bucking hips, a finger flying over her clit and a shriek that would have awoken the dead. After she regained her senses she told me, between deep breaths, that she had never cum twice in succession and never with such intensity. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said. My cock was almost painfully hard and I needed relief one way or another. I asked her, "Do you think having another orgasm would be too much for you?" "I'd love to try," she answered, "I didn't know until today that sex could be so good and don't want to stop now." "Good," I told her, "I'd like for you to get on top of me, like you would be positioned if you were riding a horse." Debra looked at me and grinned. She asked, "You want me to ride you?" "Ride me cowgirl!" I replied. She got up on her knees as I lay back on the pillow and watched her. Sweet, innocent Debra took charge then. She knew what I wanted and threw one leg over my hips and sat on the hard cock that was lying against my stomach, enveloping it with her well-lubricated labia. She then began a slow movement fore and aft, effectively masturbating me with her pussy. I was in heaven, watching an angel service me! Her breasts moved with her gyrations and she further tantalized me by cupping them with her hands, pulling and pinching the extended nipples. I was afraid I might lose my load on my stomach and asked her to please let me fuck her! She paused, gave me a lascivious look, and lifted her hips. She took my dick in her hand and aimed it at her love-nest. With agonizingly slow motion Debra lowered herself until my cock head separated her outer and inner labia. A moment later the head had pierced her vagina. Ever so slowly she continued to lower herself until my cock was fully engulfed by her warm moist cunt. Then she just sat there, smiling and squeezing my cock with her pussy. I was in an excruciating state of sexual agony. This woman had some tricks up her sleeve that I would have never imagined she would unleash on me.