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Nude Beach Bride Ch. 01

By: sirhugs



"You never told me this was a nude beach resort," Gabriella said.

"I didn't notice that either," I lied. Not a great way to start our honeymoon, lying, but I knew my shy bride would never had agreed to the idea without trickery, and despite loving her totally, I knew our marriage could only succeed if she shed her convent school prudishness, and the best way to start that would involve getting her to shed a few clothes.

"Oh, God, no!" Gaby exclaimed, reading further in the guest pamphlet. "It says here that Thursday is National Nude Day and that nudity is mandatory. Anyone not taking part must leave the resort from sun up 'til sun down. I hope they offer a good alternative. If not, honeymoon or not, we are going home."

With that, she dropped the brochure on the bed and, sobbing slightly, ran past me, locking herself in the bathroom. I was about to follow, knock on the door, and talk nicely to her, but as I raised my fist to the wood, I reflected on the fact that Gaby, at twenty-six, was easily as good looking as any of the women out there. Her olive skin needed little sun to glisten, and her figure was toned by hours of weekly exercise, a healthy diet and regular sex. Her breasts were large, but still firm. A smile spread across my face as I imagined her bouncing as a player in the nude beach volleyball we had passed on the way to our oceanfront unit.

I was still standing there, arm raised, when Gaby opened the door a moment later, still pouting. "Oh, well," she said, "we've paid for the week, so I guess I'll just have to make the best of it."

"The nudity is optional."

"Except on Thursday."

"So we'll take an excursion. There are lots of sights to see."

"I know what sights you are planning on seeing," Gaby giggled, pointing out the window at a pair of blondes walking across the boardwalk, naked, arm in arm. "What I am wondering is what kind of husband needs this on his honeymoon?"

I considered my reply, not daring reveal my true thoughts about Gabriella needing to loosen up. Perhaps it was a bad way to start a marriage, hiding reservations about the other spouse. Still, Gaby was a dynamo in our bed, and a brilliant artist, who painted dramatic panels splashed with bright acrylics. We had met at a gallery opening. I still recalled that first introduction.

Gaby's friend Carla, who knew me from having dated my college room mate Dwight, said. "Gaby, I want you to meet Seth. You have absolutely nothing in common, so you are perfect for each other. I plan to be your maid of honour in oh, let's say seven months."

We all laughed and then someone had steered Carla away, leaving Gaby and I suddenly alone in the midst of a crowd. "Why did Carla say that about you?" Gaby asked. I recall being impressed that she did not assume any conversation had to be about her.

"I think Carla wonders why I came tonight. I assume she knows why you are here."

Gaby's laugh trilled like a song bird. I might have fallen in love at that moment, drinking in her perfume, admiring how her orange dress set off her skin tone and her blazing eyes, hazel flecked with gold. "I am one of the artists in this show," she explained. "Do you dare tell me which works you like best before I tell you which are mine?"

"That hardly matters. I can tell you are too secure to need my approval."

She had laughed outrageously, deeply roaring like a man, straight from the belly with no pretension to lady like manners. Then she took my arm and gave me an artist's eye tour of the gallery. I became her companion for the evening, but it had ended politely with her giving me her number, and joking I would never call.

Of course, I had to rise to that challenge. I introduced her to my passions for sailing, baseball and hiking. She took me to great restaurants. 

Carla was wrong. It was twelve months to the day until our wedding. She was the maid of honour however. Traditionally, it is the best man who toasts the bride, but Carla usurped that right (I later learned she bribed my buddy Kevin with a blow job. On hearing that, I told Kevin he should have held out for a threesome of Carla, him and his wife).

"I said the night that I introduced them that they had absolutely nothing in common, so they ought to make the perfect couple," Carla had slurred and sputtered. "Let's hope that at least the sex is compatible."

It had seemed like she would lift her glass in the toast and then slump back into her seat, yet she added, "Let's just hope they checked that out before the wedding night."

"Why, are you offering to join in and give us lessons?" Gaby had retorted.

"You wish," Carla had offered as she subsided, almost sliding under the table.

My organ had surged at the suggestion. As unlikely as it was that Carla would be conscious later, it was even less likely that Gabriella would do a group scene. She defied any concept of a free spirited artist, at least in the sex department. She was strictly into monogamy, and mainly missionary style. Certainly nothing kinky.

As I stood there at the resort, looking out the window, I recalled our wedding night sex, which had after all just been the day before. After Carla passed out, we cut the cake and disappeared to change. I had tried to start something up, but Gaby was not willing, swatting my hands away, but also laughing, teasing, kissing as she had darted about. This created false hopes for later. 

Kevin had driven us to an airport hotel, where we were handy for our flight. I had tried to get Gaby to blow me in the backseat, not just opening my fly but also moving my face into the valley of her breasts, licking the flesh until I had nuzzled her dress aside to expose her swollen nipples. Taking this to be a good sign, I had started nibbling, tugging the tender points away from the mounds. Suddenly though, Gaby had gasped. I later learned that she had made eye contact in the rear view mirror with Kevin. As she had explained, her opinion was that "The idea of someone watching creeps me out."

Kevin had handled the registration earlier, so I just had to carry Gaby up to the bridal suite. I wondered whether Kevin and Carla might stop off on the way home to scratch an itch. When I verbalized that thought, Gaby said, "Oh, gross. He's married. Cheating would be so awful."

I bit my tongue and did not point out that over half of all married people cheat. I had always thought monogamy was overrated, but our wedding night hardly seemed the time for that conversation. Merely finding myself thinking that way had freaked me out.

Fortunately, Gaby had not shirked from consummating the marriage, making a joke about "good Catholic girls know that it isn't official until you try to make a baby."

When she said that, I had almost asked her whether she had packed her convent school uniform for good measure. Her friends had done me one better, throwing a lingerie shower. Gaby had changed in the bathroom, from a need for drama, not shyness. She had hummed "Hey Big Spender" as she had emerged one limb at a time, finally tossing the door fully open to reveal a tiny red camisole over top of an even briefer lace thong. We had slept together many times, and travelled a bit, but Gaby had never been so daring. For a single shining second, I thought either the wedding or Carla had brought a different, freer Gaby. I had liked the sensation. My cock especially responded by surging upwards without being touched.

Gaby had broken the spell when she ran across and dove under the bed covers. "Control yourself, stud," she had giggled nervously, even as she wishfully added, "this is no different than any other night."

"I can tell that," I had replied, "there's no Carla in our bed."

My joke had totally ruined the moment. Gabriella turned her back to me and had turned out the light with an indignant "good night."

If it had ended there, so perhaps would have our marriage. Gaby sobbed herself to sleep while I lay there aroused, unable to doze, torn between thoughts that this was all a huge error, alternating with mental pictures of threesomes with Carla and Gaby.

Sometime a short while later, Gaby had begun stirring in the bed, her hips shuffling against my side. I had instinctively rolled over to spoon up to her, not consciously considering that my cock was still half hard, and that rubbing her thong clad, or virtually unclad, butt would likely add to the stimulation.

I had reached around, still half asleep myself, and hugged Gaby's body tightly to mine. I can not claim that I had thought through any plan. If I had, I certainly would have realized that Gaby never had sex in this position. It reminded her too much of anal sex, something which the nuns apparently thought best suited to sheep and Protestants. Well, I was from a long line of Methodists myself.

Gaby had moved her body against mine as the friction did its work with predictable results. I had become rock hard with a few strokes, still just nestling in the cleavage of her ass, which I presumed to be virginal. I still had not been sure whether Gaby was awake or asleep as she wriggled against me, drawing my hardness more deeply between her cheeks. I had become relaxed, just enjoying the sensation as Gaby's wetness had started staining the sheet beneath us.

Not too relaxed though. As we stood watching the blonde girls walk topless down the beach, I recalled almost wilting in bed the night before, afraid that Gaby might moan some prior lover's name. That had not happened though. Instead, her hands found mine and drew them to her breasts, willing me to squeeze them firmly. Gaby moaned in ecstasy as I had trapped her nipples between my fingers and tweaked them with a gentle but slowly increasingly intense scissoring action.

My cock had seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly working itself up and down the soft flesh, but never bobbing lower towards either her pussy or the other, forbidden, fruit. 

Gaby had directed my right hand down her soft tight belly in a sweeping action, using my fingers like a fleshy dildo to spear straight into her wetness, not pausing for any gentle unfolding of flower petals. I still had not figured out what game was in progress, but was trying to play along.

I had run my hands lightly across Gaby's nipples, extending the duration of our foreplay well beyond her typical boundaries. My lips had taken on a life of their own, seeking the soft curve where Gaby's neck met her shoulder. My teeth had joined in, nibbling up to her earlobe, eliciting a soft sigh and a wriggle of Gaby's hips as she reflexively stretched like a cat, driving her ass harder against my mahogany hard cock.

Aside from her moaning, Gaby was still silent. Although she had not talked much during sex before, she had always been quite willing to say "No" or "Stop" or otherwise drew boundaries and controlled our play. I had taken the silence as permission, and nibbled harder, and then had snaked my tongue into her ear. Then, however, I had paused. I had become so used to Gaby being the boss that me being the aggressor seemed odd. Gaby might have known this because, half asleep or not, she took my hands in hers and used them to roughly caress her breasts. Next, she had guided one hand swiftly down her belly to her open flower, plunging my fingers in, using them just like she had used her own fingers earlier. 

Gaby had moved her thighs slowly, rubbing the walls of her pussy against my palm, and mewing at the way the hairs on the back of my hand ruffled along the tender flesh inside her cunt.

Once my hand was buried deep inside Gaby, I had spread my fingers. She had kept her grip on my wrist, controlling how deep I thrust, and when she wanted me to pull out. This left it up to me to decide where within Gaby my fingers explored. 

I had inhaled the heady perfume of her sex as I had located her 'g-spot', or at least what I imagined to be that bump on the inner wall of her cunt, buried under the first layer of skin, but raised and throbbing with a pulse all its own, like a second clit. I had rubbed there with my baby finger as my other fingertips had sought out her real clit, brushing against the tip, teasing it, using a languid rhythm that had caused Gaby to squirm and stretch like a cat.

Before long, my entire hand was coated with her wetness. "Oh. That's the spot," Gaby moaned as I twirled her pearl.

This was odd. Up until then, we had almost never spoken during sex, and when we had, it was almost always Gaby saying "no" or otherwise drawing a line, controlling the action. My cock pulsed harder against her rear, captured in the folds of her buttocks. I took a chance and whispered. "I wish I could grind the heel of my hand against your clit."

Thoughts of it being Carla here rather than Gaby had vanished.

"My nipples are harder than they've ever been," Gaby had moaned. "They are aching."

"Do you want to roll over so that I can suck on them?"

Gabriella had laughed, lustily, dirty, a laugh which I had never heard before. Perhaps marriage really does change everything. "You just are hoping that I'll suck you," she had said then.

Instead of rolling over, she had pushed her hips back into my hardness, but the tip was too high to pierce the tightness of her anus and I slid along her sweet wet flesh. I had waited, wondering when Gaby would reach underneath herself and draw my cock to her slit.

Recalling this as we watched the blondes frolic naked in the surf brought a smile to my face. Gaby was obviously aroused as well, playfully reaching over and grazing her fingers across the tip of my cockhead, teasing my growing erection. "You've recovered totally from last night, I see," she said. "Are you wishing you could have one of those free spirits instead of a prude like me?"

"Nothing uptight about a wife who milks her husband and makes him come all over her back for wedding night sex." I replied carefully. "Although technically, that might mean our marriage could still be annulled, so I guess I should think things over while I have my options open."

I could not contain my grin, or stop my belly from rolling with laughter. Gaby had indeed shocked me.

"Any slut can suck cock," Gabriella had said last night, "but can they do this?"

Without further explanation, she had then grabbed my balls instead of my shaft. Her years of dance training had enabled her glutes to clench powerfully around my rod, flexing to massage as I continued to slide along the cleft of her ass, well lubricated by our passion. 

Gaby's free hand then had done something else novel to our shared experience- she had kneaded her own nipples, since my better hand was still trapped deep inside her pussy. "I wish it was your lips down there," Gaby had sighed, "kissing my clit like it was my tongue, drawing it in between your teeth and ..." she had stopped, panting, and then had continued, "...nibbling it as your lips close around it, tugging it up out of its nest..."

Gaby had never talked like this before, and had never sought out, or seemed to enjoy, oral sex. She had continued humping back up against me, almost rising onto hands and knees, fucking me with an intensity she had never shown before, even though we were not joined by penetration.

Fortunately, I did not respond by saying how much I wished my fat meat was filling her tight asshole, nor had I suggested that if she wasn't into anal, I would happily include Carla in the relationship. Instead, I had plunged my fingers deeper still inside of her, encouraging her to respond by kneading my balls savagely.

Gaby had twisted, thrashed and writhed, screaming as she came. I grunted like a beast as I responded by pumping my load all over her backside, jets of goo spraying up between her shoulder blades as rivulets ran down into her anus. We each had come harder than we had ever come together before.

As our energy ebbed and we subsided into the sweat drenched bedding, Gaby, already sleepy had murmured, "Bet you aren't thinking of Carla now."

As we watched out the window the next day, I reflected on the fact that whether I had been thinking of Carla or not, obviously Gabriella had been.

In a rare moment of wisdom, at the time I had said nothing, allowing her to drift back to sleep in my arms. We did not awake until the hotel staff banged loudly on the door warning us about checkout time, so we had no chance for more than a very rushed non sexual shower. Because we were in such a hurry, we had shared the shower, and Gaby had asked me to wash her back. I playfully licked at the crusty remnants of my sperm which adorned her back just where it began curving outwards. She had wriggled away, gasped "Ewww, gross," but then she had playfully swatted at me with her shower puff, leaving me even more confused. "We haven't got time, you perv," she finished.

We had then dressed and hurried to the airport, almost missing our flight to paradise.

I had tested the expanding sexual boundaries, asking Gaby, "Care to join the Mile High Club?"

This had only earned a chilly stare at the time, but to contribute to my confusion, when the older couple across the aisle each wandered up towards the rest room at overlapping intervals, it was Gaby who had joked, "I wonder if they are Mile High Club charter members?"

I was shocked that my bride was so unusually forward, but dozed off and the rest of the trip was uneventful.

Now we stood together at the resort, arms touching at the biceps, watching the blondes as they moved closer together. The taller one, who had long straight hair and small high breasts, seemed to be the aggressor. Her firm breasts moved slowly as she stared into her friend's face. The heat was causing tiny beads of perspiration to gather and run together down her downy tummy. The smaller woman bent without saying a word and softly licked up the drops as they dipped across her navel. The scent of Gaby's body hinted at her arousal, as the two lovers lay on the sand, not caring who might be watching. I felt the blood surging into my cock, my balls tightening as I watched the smaller, more full figured girl slowly run her fingernails along the sweeping curves of her lover's almost perfect body. As she touched, she kept on licking, drinking up the sweat forming on her skin.

"Oh, I'm getting such a delightful itch in my pussy," Gabriella admitted. "Would you mind scratching it?"

So as the felines cavorted in the surf, I nudged my hand between Gaby's thighs, running my fingertips slowly up inside her leg, applying just enough pressure not to tickle. We took our eyes off the beach action and stared into our respective souls. Her lips glistened with excitement. Her eyes gleamed with joy. 

"Yes," she said," this is how a marriage should be. It's the first time in my life I've ever been more excited than waiting for Christmas."

For a moment, I thought about suggesting to Gaby that we run out and join the gals at play, since we were naked already, but I realized this might be rushing things, and also, presuming an invitation which night not exist. Sure, the blondes must know someone could be watching them, but even on the first day of our honeymoon, I understood that the mid day heat was siesta time for most resort guests, and that most of the rest would be off on activities. That was why the beach was deserted other than the pair.

So I kept up my slow advances, deciding that I had three or four days until National Nude Day, and that I should just build towards my best shot at breaking Gaby fully out of her shell. Just watching these two was already tremendous progress. The way that Gaby's hand was curled around my shaft, pumping my cock was unprecedented. Prior to the wedding, she wouldn't even have watched porn with me, and now here she was, displaying a voyeuristic streak. 

I eased her legs apart. She had not lied. Her cunt was dripping wet. Gaby moaned, her hand pausing as she cupped the head of my cock. I glanced away from the beach to see what she was doing. Her left hand was cupping her own right tit, fingernails raking her nipple, in silent imitation of the blondes at play. Her tongue flicked across her lips, lingering briefly, the wetness left behind a remembrance of her wet nether lips. She slid her hand across her chest and toyed with the other nipple. I felt her knees quiver.


Nude Beach Bride Ch. 01



My cock was throbbing in Gaby's fist as my fingers probed into her slit. "Do you think they are going to fuck right there?" Gaby moaned.

"Do lesbians fuck?" 

"I don't know. Maybe we'll find out."

I was more and more amazed at this new side of my new wife. As we watched, I plunged my fingers in and out of her pussy, ensuring that the clit danced lightly throughout, wanting to build her towards climax, and hoping she did not rush me too fast. I wanted this time to consummate our marriage properly. 

Gaby began to stroke faster, once again with her eyes glued to the blonde goddesses at play. The water obscured much of what they were doing with their hands, but they ran their tongues together, sucking each other deep inside. They would then playfully fall into the surf, rolling like porpoises, coming up gasping for air, and then one would tweak a nipple on the other, and they would be bouncing around again, splashing about.

Gaby's hips started grinding against my hand as her moans deepened. She turned slightly, still watching out the window, but placed both hands on my cock, one caressing the tip and carving circles along the sensitive tab on the underside, the other squeezing the base of my shaft and then kneading my balls. 

Beads of perspiration ran down into Gaby's eyes as she finally turned to face me, her climax building. Her head tilted back, her eyes hooded over. She was lost in another reality, her imagination unleashed and in turn causing waves of orgasm to flood out of her womanhood, shaking her body.

Despite the distraction of her own orgasm, Gaby kept stroking my cock, her tiny hand flying faster along the shaft. I felt my balls tightening and knew that my release was near. "I'm about to cum. Where do you want it?" I asked, ignoring my own desire to shove my erection deep into Gaby's cunt. She giggled, her climax still subsiding. "I bet I know where you would want it. Though I suppose you'd have a hard time deciding which of those blondes to fuck first."

"Why would I want them when I haven't even had my wife yet?"

Oops. "What I meant to say was 'Why would I want them when I have a gorgeous wife?'"

Gaby's hand stopped stroking and gave my cock a harsh squeeze. "So, if I was ugly, it would be okay for you to fuck around?"

"I don't think we'll ever need to test that hypothetical."

"Just remember, fantasy is fun, and it is okay to look, but your cock belongs to me."

"Which gets us back to what to do with it right now, before my balls burst."

Gaby turned and stepped closer, not releasing her grip, She slowly slid her sweaty body up and down mine, finally falling to her knees. Again, like last night, this was new behaviour and I had no idea what to expect next. 

Staring first at my eyes, and then at the eye of my cock, Gaby licked her lips and then made a fleshy tunnel out of her breasts. She rubbed my shaft through the space in between. She gripped the root, preventing my load from blowing, but loosely enough that some began escaping. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the first drops of goo as they seeped out the tip. This was nothing like her previous perfunctory blowjobs. This might be even better than fucking my bride.

With Gaby looking down, I was able to watch the blondes as they took advantage of the quiet afternoon to consummate their own lust, giggling as they rushed out of the waves and fell to the sand into a haphazard 69 position, tongues buried between thighs.

As Gaby relaxed her fingers, allowing my climax to shoot up into her waiting mouth, I realized that the reason why the beach was so empty in midafternoon was not just the heat. Most couples at the resort were likely relaxing in just this fashion. 

Gaby devoured all of my cum, holding my cockhead in her mouth as her fingers milked my scrotum. As my last spasm subsided, Gaby gracefully stood without releasing her grip. She led me to the bed. "Nap time," she said.

In other circumstances, this might have been a euphemism for more sex, but our travel and excitement had exhausted us. The non intercourse hormonal relief was just the thing we both needed to subside into a deep sleep.

It was the next morning before we finally awoke, the sun streaming in our windows. The first thing I heard was Gaby mewing like a cat as she stretched awake. "I wonder if your friends are still out there?" she teased.

"Well, since we still haven't consummated the marriage, maybe I should go see." I replied.

"Gonna see if they are Mormon girls, willing to be extra wives?"

"I knew I married you for your brains."

"You mean '...not for the sex'?"

"Well, that too.... But somehow I doubt you'd be willing to be part of a harem."

"Maybe if the other gals were in charge of the camel dung, and I get all the sex."

As she spoke, Gabriella slowly caressed my cock with a tender familiarity she seldom displayed. Blood flowed down to fill it gradually and Gaby leaned over and planted a teasing kiss on the tip. "I really don't know how I would react if I tasted another woman on here." She mused. "I suspect that I would be as upset as most wives."

She paused and pumped my now half hard shaft. "What puzzles me most though is that if you had asked me that before our experience yesterday, I would have used a word much harsher than 'upset'."

"Pissed off?"

"Devastated?"

"Well, you don't want to be too possessive. After all, we still haven't properly consummated this marriage. I'm still somewhat a free man."

Gaby's hand shifted under the sheet. Her grin displayed her pleasure at finding my cock robustly aroused. Her hand encircled the shaft and pumped, once, twice, thrice.

"Be careful," I warned, "that thing is almost ready to go off, and if you have other plans for it, you better slow down."

"Oh, I think I could get it back up." Gaby suggestively ran her tongue across her lips as she hefted my weight in her palm. "And if that didn't work, we'd just watch out the window some more."

Once again, this teasing behaviour and sexual directness was unlike the woman I thought I had married. For the first time, I thought 'be careful what you wish for...' but then I eased back into the pillows as Gaby resumed fondling my cock. I glanced down and saw that her other hand was gently caressing her own sex.

"Maybe I don't want to consummate the marriage just yet," Gabriella said with a sigh, "I'm really enjoying our little time living in sin."

"It had better be a brief time, or I really will need to grab a blonde off of the nude beach by the time National Nude Day arrives."

Oops. Bad thing to say. Not exactly a model of a faithful groom reassuring the bride. At least, that would have gotten a nasty pout out of the old Gaby. This newer version smiled sweetly and said, "Just for that, I intend to drive you crazy with everything but fucking until National Nude Day, and then have a really great fuck to start our marriage off right."

Before I could reply, Gaby twisted around and dropped her open mouth over the head of my hard cock. With a simple flick of her fingernail along my scrotum, she triggered an explosion of pent up excitement. My sperm spasmed up through my cock. Instead of being disgusted, the new Gaby lustily swallowed the entire load, carefully licking around and under the helmet. 

"Don't want to leave any behind," she giggled, grinning. "As a reward, if you are a good groom and wait nicely, keeping me pleased without grabbing any other sluts, I'll go naked on the nude beach on Thursday."

Then she ran to the shower before I could get my head off the pillow. I heard the bathroom door slam and the lock click as I climbed after her. 

"Not today, dear." Gaby laughed as I jiggled the door knob. "Well, not just now anyhow. Later, I might need you to service me. For now though I just want you to order breakfast and book some activities."

By the time Gaby emerge from the shower, looking demure in a plush white robe; room service arrived with a cart covered in coffee, breads, jams and fruit. Even though the waitress was a matronly sort in a traditional grey uniform, I gave her a fit of giggles when I answered the door with my cock dangling between my legs.

"I see a lot of pricks, this being the nude beach, but not many of them waggle hello at fat old me. You must have a bad case of blue balls." 

She reached down and gave my shaft one sturdy tug and laughed, "There you go, that's all you'll be getting from me. Perhaps your bride will think the fatness is for her."

Her laughter was echoing in the hallway as Gaby sat on the bed to comb out her hair. I offered to feed her nibbles of croissant as she worked, but she declined. "I know you are just trying to get me excited enough to give in. Well, forget that. You eat now, and then shower. I'll eat while you get ready. I hope you have booked fun things to fill our day. If not, if I get horny, maybe I'll just have to grab some well hung scuba instructor to satisfy me."

"Well, thank goodness that I didn't book scuba lessons. Just parasailing and horseback riding."

"Good thinking. But tomorrow, remember that we are on our honeymoon. We should have champagne with breakfast. That will tide us over until the fancy umbrella drinks at lunch. Don't you plan to get me drunk, and see who gets to take advantage of my body?"

Suddenly, I found my teasing turned back to me, and was not at all sure I liked it. However, I found that my cock was not filled with doubt, just with lust. It took immense willpower not to relieve myself in the shower, fearing that if Gabriella did decide she wanted a fuck, if I was not able to perform, she might really find another volunteer. 

Neither my lust nor my fears were reduced when I came out of the bathroom to find my normally reserved bride dressed in a low slung sarong and a bikini top consisting of two tiny triangles which barely covered her nipples. The fabric was so sheer that there was no doubt those nipples were fully erect. 

"Wow, were did you get that outfit?" I asked. What I added in my thoughts was, 'and how come you are suddenly daring enough to wear it?'

Gaby answered as if I had spoken the entire thought. "Carla gave this to me at my lingerie shower. I never thought I'd wear it. I guess she snuck it into my suitcase while I wasn't looking."

"Hmm, the two of you were together alone, packing? What else did you do?"

"Pervert. Girls do all sorts of stuff together naked. It doesn't mean we have sex together."

"Did I mention sex? I also notice that you aren't denying having sex with Carla. No fair accusing me of imagining sex with her last night when you probably were thinking about her licking your tits as we made out."

"You wish."

I noticed however that Gaby's nipples grew even more prominent at the thought. 

"How are you going horseback riding in that?" I asked, returning to safer ground.

"Not sidesaddle. I thought you didn't care what I show off, big boy," she said, teasingly.

Monday flew past after that. Gaby's legs looked wonderful flowing out of the sarong, wrapped around her stallion's powerful flesh. Towards lunchtime, we trotted down across the beach in front of our room. The same two blondes from the previous day were out, lounging in the sun. They gave us a friendly toast with their cocktails as we passed. "I guess they saw us too," Gaby observed.

"They didn't seem to mind." I replied.

"Maybe we can get to know them better," she said, breaking her horse into a gallop towards the bar. 

As promised, we both had several of the free rum cocktails.

"You've had a lot of sun," I told Gaby as we rested under a shade tree on the beach.

"Thinking I might give in, want a sex break disguised as a nap, and leave parasailing 'til tomorrow? Well, forget that, buster. I want to do it all." Gaby was showing a disturbing talent for reading my mind. No one warned me about that during marriage preparation courses. 

"No, I thought you might want to put on a shirt, spare your shoulders."

Gaby laughed so loudly that everyone nearly turned and looked at us. She thrilled her audience by grabbing my face between her hands and giving me a deep lingering tongue twisting kiss. I heard a smattering of applause and laughter before she surfaced for air.

"I thought you wanted more skin not less," she teased, her hands going behind her neck to the knot holding up the skimpy top. She paused, ran the tip of her tongue across her perfect white teeth and giggled. "No, I think that would be moving too fast. Besides, the sun would roast my nipples, and I prefer them nibbled not baked. Instead, I think I'll just have you put suntan lotion on my body. All over where it is exposed."

Assuming we were headed back to our room to oil Gaby up, I stood up. I stopped as she pulled a bottle of lotion and a beach towel out of her basket sized straw bag. Gaby promptly lay out on the sand. Her hands reached back, and this time she undid the string of the halter. "Don't want tan lines when I get home, do we?" she said.

My cock surged full of blood. A quick glance around the beach, where every man and most of the women were watching, eyes glued to Gabriella, suggested that mine was not the only excited sex organ around. I sprayed a stream of lotion across Gaby's shoulders as I knelt on the hot sand beside her towel. I began soothingly working the oil into her skin, eliciting an appreciative moan, but then Gaby said, almost whispering, "You don't need to be so gentle. I won't break."

As she spoke, Gaby rose a bit on her elbows. I saw only a bit of the white flesh of the side of her tit, but I was sure that anyone looking from a better angle got quite a good view. 

I worked the lotion lower, traveling in circles down her spine, spreading oil across her skin. My cock throbbed as I worked, so erect that I thought it might cut right out through the fabric of my shorts. I focused my view on Gaby's skin. After the one time I glanced away, and saw an obese pink skinned guy with white hair wearing nothing but a straw hat jerking his cock as he watched us. To make it worse, next to him was an even fatter woman for whom the term 'beached whale' would be a compliment. She seemed at first to be snoring but suddenly I realized that her hand was buried deep inside the fatty folds of her thighs and her sputtering was her throes of orgasm.

I carefully avoided the sides of Gaby's breasts, knowing that if I even brushed against them, I would end up grasping them. Even if my cock then exploded in my shorts, I knew that molesting my half naked bride on the beach would be a bad move. I could have massaged up and down Gaby's spine all day, but eventually, I had her entire back well oiled and my fingertips grazed the gauzy top of her sarong. I paused, about to shift down to start oiling her legs from the feet up to where the slit was fastened by a decorative pin.

Suddenly, in a smooth move reflecting her years of dance training, Gaby twisted around on her towel, flipping over so that her front was facing up. She cupped her breasts in her hands, so that our onlookers only got at most a fleeting glance at her nipples. I could not resist. I leaned forward and kissed her. What began as a playful peck became prolonged into a tongue twisting spit exchange. As we kissed, Gaby moved her hands out from between our bodies. I could feel her nipples like diamonds against my chest. Her hand briefly teased my cock through my shorts, and then as we broke the kiss, she covered her tits again.

"I'm glad that I've got you so hard," Gabriela whispered. "Later, we'll have to do something about that. Now, oil up my front."

My hands trembled as I spread oil across Gaby's upper chest, and then skipped down to her belly. I could feel her hips rising off the towel, her pelvis bumping up against my erection. 

"I know I can make you come like this, but can you do me as well?" she asked, giggling quietly. The onlookers could still see the show, but could not hear her.

"I'm not wearing panties you know," she continued. "I can feel your cockhead pressing through the thin fabric of my sarong, even through your shorts."

As she spoke, Gaby rotated her hips, grinding up against me.

I was worried that if I touched her breasts, I would be unable to resist the urge to unzip and forcibly take her right there. With her pinned beneath me, she could never stop me. Yet jail for raping my bride seemed like a bad honeymoon move.

"Oh what the hell," I said, and ran my hands up the outside of her breasts. Gaby's breathing slowed as she panted. Her fingers were now scissoring her nipples, squeezing them.

I teased her by shifting to where I could oil up her legs. As a result, my face was within inches of her cunt, my breath was warming her pubes. If I leaned forward, I would be kissing her slit. "Don't you wish I was eating your cunt?" I asked.

Gaby moaned, her fingers now pulling on her nipples, giving the watchers an almost unobstructed view of her tits. My fingers slid easily up inside her legs, pushing underneath the flap of the sarong. 

"I wish you could lick my clit," Gaby moaned, as my fingers brushed where her thighs met. "But not here. Being expelled from the resort would be a bad start."

"Huh?" 

Gaby pointed across at a sign on the sand. It read "We serve a drink called 'sex on the beach', but if you get caught reenacting it, you will be asked to leave." 

I laughed, recalling how the blondes had cavorted the evening before. Then I realized that the act of pointing had bared Gaby's excited nipple to the whole crowd. Suddenly, our whole corner of the beach was silent. And I knew that Gaby was shrinking back away from the brink of orgasm, and that as a good groom I owed her a climax, even though my hardness, unabated, awaited.

My hand drifted down and stroked my cock through my shorts as I eased up along Gaby's body. Silently copying me, she quietly caressed her slit through the sarong. 

"You are so sexy like this," I whispered, breathing on her exposed nipple. 

This reminded Gaby that she was exposed, and the vestiges of her old shyness came to the surface as she quickly slid her hand back up over her breast. Despite this, however, she wriggled her hips up against my swollen member. 

"I can tell you are enjoying this. I bet you are really hoping that I invite you back to our room to take care of it," she said.

"Either that or I might need to go fond those blondes."

Gaby chuckled. "Not desperate enough for the beached whale yet?"

I just shook my head.

"Well, then I guess we better just go parasailing," she concluded, thrusting her butt up off the towel and spilling me over onto the hot sand. I yelped at the shock of the grit and heat, provoking chuckles from the onlookers, who also no doubt got a good look at my package bulging in my shorts. 

"If she doesn't want you, I'll take you, honey," the beached whale cackled. The crowd hooted even louder.

"I guess that honeymoon is over," another voice joked as Gaby stood.

That provoked my bride. She huffed, hands on hips. "We're having the best honeymoon ever. Sometimes the best things are worthy waiting for."

That inspired even more good hearted laughter, punctuated by an older man asking, "Are you referring to your obvious assets, or his luscious looking cock?"

I'm not sure who blushed redder then, Gaby or me. Fortunately, she had folded the towel, so she quickly picked up her bag and we went on to our next adventure. On the way to the parasailing hut, she refastened her top.

I had never tried parasailing before. Gaby was much more athletic than I was, which partly explained why she was in such trim form. I wanted to include sports in our lives to balance things out. After all, we couldn't have sex all of the time. Actually, before the wedding, I would have thought the sex would be minor compared to other activities. As the honeymoon progressed, my idea of Gaby as good sport was evolving as well.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 01



The sports instructor was a virile looking young man, perhaps twenty-five years old, coffee coloured with chiseled muscles. "Hi, I'm Yanic," he said in a distinctive French Caribbean tone. 

I thought Gaby was about to swoon.

First Yanic demonstrated the technique, and then he asked Gaby if she was ready to try. I stepped back while he helped her into the harness. The shoulder straps came down across her chest. I noticed that his hairless hands lightly brushed the inner surfaces of her flesh as he adjusted the straps. Gaby seemed to hold her breath as he lingered a bit longer than I thought strictly necessary. A reddish flush spread across her chest as her body temperature rose. Beads of perspiration popped on her forehead.

I realized that Yanic only had to shift his wrists a millimeter and he would brush the bikini top aside, exposing her nipples. Would he dare, with me standing there? If so, how would she react?

Before I could find out, my attention was diverted by screaming laughter. Another tow boat zipped near to the beach. I saw that the smaller blonde from the beach was airborne, with her friend topless in the boat, waving and shouting encouragement.

"You see, they like. You like too," Yanic told Gaby. 

Gaby raised her hands and grasped Yanic's wrists, guiding them down to her waist, where he fastened the safely harness for her. He seemed unfazed by her actions, allowing his fingers to linger on her flesh, grazing her belly mere inches from her treasure. As he moved his hands out to her hips, pretending to check the belt for tangles, Gaby sighed, spread her legs a bit and lifted her face skyward. Once again, it was as if I wasn't even there. I knew from the glassy eyes that Gaby must be getting wet from the attention. My cock was stiff in my shorts and I automatically reached down to adjust it, stopping to stroke myself as Gaby luxuriated in the attentions of her bronzed god.

Gaby shuddered as if waking from a dream. Yanic smiled at her reassuringly, but it was me that she looked towards. In an instant her gaze turned from 'help me' to 'asking permission'. I just smiled, and her return grin made her eyes twinkle. Who was daring whom?

"Won't the straps chafe her chest?" I asked.

"No," Yanic replied. "As you see from the other boat, many guests do this topless, including, of course, most of the men. Though the men's chests, they are not as....soft and tender."

Perhaps Yanic was not the stereotypical resort employee as serial seducer, because I detected a slight blush under the pigment of his skin. 

Because of Yanic's reference to the other boat, Gaby and I both looked out over the water. The little blonde had finally crashed into the water, and her friend was giving her a long lingering kiss as she helped her into the boat. They knew we were watching, and the vigour of their waving at us made me think that they knew we had watched yesterday as well. Even at this distance, I had no doubt their nipples were protruding excitedly from their tan bosoms. 

"Maybe you should double check the adjustment of the belts, Yanic, just so my husband knows they are secure," Gaby said. Her eyes held mine as she spoke, as if daring me to object.

This time Yanic moved his hands slowly under the webbing, his fingers tugging the straps, but also beating out a tempo along Gaby's chest until he was caressing the inner slopes of her breasts again. I noticed a swelling in his bathing trunks. I was not the only one excited by Gaby's playfulness. 

"Would you be more comfortable topless?" I asked. Yanic's hands froze, his thumbs hooked around the tiny string connecting the halter. One tug and he would break it open.

"I'm not ready for that," Gaby confessed. "In fact, I think I should wear a T-shirt."

"It won't fit over the straps," Yanic pointed out.

Gaby giggled. "That's not what I meant, silly boy."

She reached into her tote and grabbed out a white shirt, which she tossed to me.

"Do you need to go in to change?" I asked. "Should you take Yanic so he can show you where?" 

Without answering, she unbuckled the harness. I started to pass her the shirt, figuring that perhaps she meant to slip it over the halter. Instead, Gaby swiftly reached behind her neck and pulled on the knot holding the halter in place. Instantly, the fabric fell loosely below her breasts, baring them. Only Yanic was near enough to see this treat up close. Unlike on the beach earlier, Gaby did not instantly cover her nipples with her hands. I stepped around and untied the other string, allowing the bra to fall off completely. Yanic smiled nervously, staring at her nipples, and without thinking about Gaby's husband standing three feet away, stepped closer.

A shudder ran through Gaby's body, starting as a shake in her shoulders and traveling to her toes, which curled into the sand. Her breath became shallow and her eyes lost focus.

"You are so sexy, so beautiful," Yanic said. "I see many of the guests naked, but none affect me like you. I could lose my job just for thinking about you like I am. But I can't help it."

Although only Yanic was up close, he was not the only voyeur. Just at that moment, one of the blondes hooted as the other one yelled, "You go girl."

This broke the spell. Gaby swirled around, her face flushed. Her energy was so intense that I thought she might slap me. Instead, she grabbed her shirt and dropped it over her head, shrugging it into place.

"There, that should remove the temptation," she said. This removed any doubt that she knew just what she was doing with Yanic.

"Let's do this," she demanded, referring now to the parasailing. She took to it like the natural athlete she was, loving the thrill so much that I enjoyed just watching from the boat, and let her use my turns as well. 

By the time our hour was up, the blondes had vanished, their boat now being used by three geekish looking women. Librarians or schoolmarms, I figured, wondering how, in their sensible sun hats and cover-ups over old lady one pieces, they might react on Thursday to National Nude Day. I got a good look at all three during lulls in my duties as Gaby's spotter, and couldn't help but notice that despite their conservatism, and boisterous awkwardness, one brunette had a gorgeous face, unfortunately framed by horn rimmed glasses; her redheaded chum had a huge firm looking pair of kittens struggling to escape out of her swim suit; the other brunette had stringy hair and an overbite, but a wonderful ass, supported by stems that would have made her a fortune as a stocking model. The combination made my little soldier stand at attention and salute as I sat in the boat. I found myself secretly rubbing my shaft through the shorts, though the surroundings prevented me from taking it to the point of orgasm.

When I climbed out of the boat after the hour ended, both Yanic and the driver were grinning. Gaby giggled. As we walked back to our room, I asked why. She stopped, turned and pointed at my crotch. I saw that a tell tale wet spot had spread across my shorts as precum had leaked from my cock, without my realizing it.

"I'm tired," Gaby sighed as we approached our door. "The exercise took a lot out of me. Let's skip dinner and just hit the beach barbeque after dark. I need a nap."

I grinned, thinking that this was a hint that Gaby was so excited that I would finally get to consummate our marriage. Once inside, my cock stiffened instantly as Gaby tossed her sweaty T-shirt into a hamper. I dropped my shorts, allowing my weapon to spring free. 

"I love your cock, but I'm just too tired," Gaby sighed, sinking onto the bed. Her eyes were closed before her head hit the pillow. I snuggled tightly behind her. My cock instinctively burrowed into the crack of her ass. 

"So nice," Gaby mumbled, reaching back and drawing my hands up to her nipples. She wriggled her hips back against my hardness and moaned. After the excitement of the day, my balls tightened quickly, but something warned me not to rush the experience. I tried to think mundane thoughts, and largely avoided reflecting upon the friendliness of the nude blondes, but every few seconds, the evil part of my brain went back to the leggy brunette, or the busty redhead, which always lead to mental comparisons with the naked guests.

I knew what Gaby would say. "It doesn't matter, you can't have any of them. Even if I let you, they never would go for it."

I could always trade her an hour or two with Yanic for a freehand, I thought. The blondes looked more available, but something told me that the plain janes would be more eager once they got past their initial shyness. I guessed that ordinary women went to resorts together seeking adventure.

That thought made me pause. What was I doing here? I was on my honeymoon, thinking about seducing other women already, when I had not even had sex with my wife? At least not in the conventional sense. Maybe that was it. I decided that once I fucked Gabriella I would be content. 

Fucking Gaby while she was at least half asleep would be cheating, and too much like rape. Instead, I concentrated on her pleasure, hoping this might lead her to reconsider her celibacy vow and allow me to bury my meat in her love tunnel sooner.

Gaby responded to my rubbing by lifting her top leg just a bit, spreading her pussy lips apart. I took the hint and eased my hand slowly along her flank, pressing hard enough to caress rather than tickle. Still languidly pumping my cock in the soft valley of Gaby's buttocks, I felt her nipple pop up even harder than normal, and I sensed that currents of electricity were running out of her pussy as I finally grazed her clit with a fingernail. 

I massaged Gaby's clit, wishing that I could suck on her sensitive nipples, wondering whether she was dreaming right then of Yanic's teeth tugging her rubbery points. I gave the right one a good tweak, evoking a little yelp, and then a murmur of joy. I worked carefully so as not to break whatever spell Gaby was under.

My fingers were trapped by Gaby just where she wanted them. My left hand was buried inside of her, caressing her clit and exploring her depths as my right hand kneaded her breast and toyed with her nipple. She rewarded me with a series of increasingly loud moans. 

I felt her cunt walls tighten, drawing more of my hand into her. She had never wanted to be fistfucked before, but now, more asleep than awake, her body seemed to demand it. I kneaded her insides, assuming the same tempo with my other fingers on her nipple. She continued stretching and rolling against me, welcoming my touch.

Her juices were flowing freely, making it easier for our bodies to rub together. I thought about how fat Yanic's cock looked in his swimsuit, and wondered if Gaby was thinking about his cock instead of my hand. To balance things, I started to fanaticize about the three women in the boat. In my mind, the free spirited blondes were peeling away their clothes, and their inhibitions, first kissing their mouths, and then their nipples.

I imagined the cute brunette smiling as her clit became engorged like Gaby's was now, except I was thinking of the bigger blonde's fingers playing, rather than mine. The pictures in my mind were vivid, like I was sitting on a rock on the beach, late at night after the barbeque, watching them in the firelight.

My fingers began imitating the motions of my cock, thrusting in and out, deeper. I could feel the waves of passion flowing through Gaby's body as she humped back against my erection, the shaft deep in her rear cleavage, the head rubbing the base of her spine.

My cum suddenly exploded, spraying out in streams across Gaby's back. This seemed to trigger her own orgasm, as her pelvic muscles clamped down around my hand and she groaned loudly, rocking her ass back against my still hard cock.

"That was amazing," Gaby sighed, but before I could reply, I knew that she was already sleeping. 

I dozed off, dreaming of my imaginary voyeuristic thrills watching the orgy. It was totally dark out when I awoke. Gaby was lying beside me, propped up on her left elbow, her eyes focused on mine. Then they travelled down my body. I blushed as she stroked my rigid organ.

"You wouldn't be embarrassed if that was caused by dreaming about me," Gaby teased. "But I was hoping I would have exhausted your enthusiasm at least until tomorrow. I don't want you slipping off from the barbeque with those blonde tramps."

"Well, since we still haven't consummated the marriage, I still might..."

Gaby laughed. "That's an option that you can only exercise once though. And if you do, I won't be waiting to take you back."

"No, you'll probably be too busy enjoying Yanic," I replied, restoring the lightheartedness of the banter. "Which would make us even, and it could be like Kevin says, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas', except with the resort instead of Vegas."

I was rewarded by a chuckle. "Funny, Carla says the same thing. But this is our honeymoon. I want to remember all of it, without having to leave any embarrassing moments out."

With that warning, Gaby gave my bobbing cock a playful slap and said, "Down boy" before climbing out of bed. I expected her to head straight to the shower to wash off the remains of my cum before we headed to the bonfire, but instead, she just pulled her halter back on, tied it together and asked, "Aren't you ready?"

"Don't you at least want your T-shirt in case it cools off?" I asked.

"No, I think I'll be warm by the fire, and if not, someone can put his arms around me to share body heat."

"Why only a 'his', why not a woman?" I answered, not wanting to admit that I was unsure how I would react if she wasn't kidding, if she really hoped Yanic might caress her goose bumps away. Then I remembered Yanic wasn't allowed to fraternize with guests. Still, that was hardly reassuring. Would my formerly proper bride really allow a strange man to fondle her by the firelight? Somehow, the idea of Gaby with another woman was less threatening. But why, then, was I fixated on the idea of watching her touched by a guy, enjoying a strange cock? Wasn't girl on wife the universal male fantasy?

She didn't respond, except with a wicked grin that lit up her eyes. Gaby tossed me a fresh pair of shorts. I noticed that this pair was an older, tight fitting variety I used as spare swim trunks.

"I can't fit underwear under these," I warned.

"Just don't catch your cock in the zipper." She was already opening the door as I slid the shorts on. I hurried to catch up as she went directly out to the beach.

The fire pit was not on the nude area of the beach, but rather was in a shelter cove well south, beyond even the 'full attire' zone. It was apparent that the party had been underway for some time before we arrived. The flames were sparking high as the pig roasted on its spit. Several lithe young women danced in the shadows by a table laden with cheeses and fruit, cocktails splashing over the edges of their cups as they swayed. One oversized man juggled in their midst. Gaby giggled at that sight, instantly in a fun spirit.

My eyes scanned the crowd for the two blondes, or the trio from the parasailing boat. It was odd that I was so obsessed by them, not even having met them, and with a beach full of nubile women. But there was no denying that blood surged to fill my cock at the thought of watching the sort of scenes which I had imagined earlier.

I located the "plain janes" first. In keeping with my sense that they were wallflowers on a trip seeking adventure, but still not breaking out of their shells, they stood together off to one side, sipping drinks, watching the dancers rather than joining in. 

"I'm going to get us some punch," Gaby offered. "Why don't you mingle?"

This was my cue to go rescue the wallflowers, but before I crossed even half the distance along the sand, the taller more aggressive blonde popped up from the other direction, emerging from the other side of a knoll. Perhaps in honour of the cool breeze off the surf, she was not nude this time, though she was topless over her blue and white sarong.

Without a word, she walked over to the nearest of the threesome, the leggy brunette. The blonde silently took the drink cup out of the brunette's hand, chugged the contents, then put the empty cup back into the other woman's grip. Then the blonde let out an inelegant belch and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The three shy gals were speechless, but the blonde was not done yet. She stepped closer, right into her victim's personal space and placed a hand behind her neck. Then, she tipped her head forward while tugging her partner closer. The kiss might have been telegraphed, but it still was shocking that these two strangers would suddenly be so intimate in such a casual fashion. In many ways, it was more sensual than seeing sex as I watched the brunette's feet slowly shift, giving her better balance. After initially pulling back to resist the kiss, I saw her lips sliding around, opening wider, as she welcomed the blonde's tongue. 

"I hope she likes snowballs," a strange voice said from beside me. I glanced away from the kiss and found the second, smaller blonde standing beside me, dressed to match her friend, but with a wreath of beads around her neck. I stood admiring how the baubles caressed her nipples. I had yet to see her without erect nipples. 

She noticed where I was looking. "Yeah, lame, I know, mixing Polynesian luau with Mardi Gras. These should be flowers, but then..."

I glanced away, to see the end of the kiss, the blonde's fingers were gently resting on the brunette's shoulders, but as they stepped apart, one hand dropped, lightly caressing a breast, through the fabric, so quickly it was like a butterfly kissing a bloom. I noticed a resort staffer dropping a wreath around Gaby's neck. He was whispering in her ear. At first, she protested, but then laughed and nodded.

My new acquaintance spoke further. "...beads are the traditional reward to our conquerors."

Just then, I noticed her friend had no beads. As if in answer to my unspoken question, at just that moment Yanic came quietly over the knoll, his neck wreathed in half a dozen necklaces. The button at the top of his shorts was not fastened. A chunk of the waistband was caught in his zipper.

"I guess I know who contributed the snow for the snowball," I mused, not even realizing I said it out loud.

"Jazzy loves giving head. Men, women, it doesn't matter." The little blonde continued. "She loves a good mouthful. Oh, that's Jasmine, Jazzy to her friends. I'm Espy."

She saw my puzzled expression. "Short for Esperenza. I know I don't look Spanish. My Dad was working in Argentina when I was conceived. Mom used to joke I was named after the gardener; though Dad liked to point out that Esperenza was actually the maid." 

Espy sighed. "With parents like that, no wonder I grew up to be a slut." She laughed. "I was actually pretty conservative as long as I went to convent school, but then I came stateside for university and the dorm lottery matched me up with Jazzy as a room mate. She unleashed all my passions. And I do mean all."

Jazzy reached over as Yanic walked close to her group. Without a word, she tugged him closer. She kissed him just like she had assaulted the brunette, except grabbing his neck with her right hand. Jazzy's left hand had settled on the brunette's wrist. With slight pressure, she turned her captive inwards, pulling her own head back, and pressing Yanic's lips to the other girl's.

"Introducing her to the source," Espy chuckled.

"My name is Seth. The olive skinned cutie by the bar in the halter is my bride, Gaby, short for Gabriella." It was my turn to chuckle. "Though in her case, it was because her Dad was Gabe and really wanted a son to call Junior. No maids or gardeners involved, I'm pretty certain."




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 01



"So do you and Gaby swing, Seth?" 

Before I could decide whether to say 'Swing? Hell, it's our honeymoon and we haven't even fucked yet,' our conversation was interrupted as a resort manager suddenly appeared on the beach and stormed over to the edge where Yanic was still kissing the quiet brunette. The manager brusquely pulled them apart. In a voice the whole resort could hear, he informed Yanic, "That's it. You're fired. A little flirting is fine, but fucking the guests is forbidden, you know that."

The blowhard paused to reload his lungs, and then said, "And I see you have five strands of beads, I bet that means that already tonight you've fucked four guests in addition to Mr. Hawthorne's new wife."

His arm swung wildly, but seemed to be gesturing at a purple faced older man dressed nautically, who had a much younger blonde crying , clinging to his arm. She had to be a trophy wife who must have sought adventure and then been caught. Yanic was paying the price.

Two huge bronzed bouncer types appeared as if from thin air, and lead Yanic away like a criminal. Someone turned the music even louder as the manager shouted, "That's it, folks, show's over. Go back to partying."

But the incident cast a pall over the festivities. No one seemed to be in a cheery mood. Gaby came running past me, pausing just long enough to sputter, "That is so unfair. They sell this sex charged fantasy, and then penalize some poor kid who just tries to deliver. I'm going to my room."

I started to say, "But you haven't even eaten..." but Gaby was already gone.

I was stunned when Espy said, "You should go to her."

I stood rooted in my spot. "Go. Get some food and take it with you. Once she settles down, she'll be hungry. You can score major hunter gatherer points. Did I tell you I'm an anthro major?"

Espy playfully shoved my arm to get me moving. "If she kicks you out cause she wants to be alone, I'll be over on the other beach where you saw us last night. I expect Jazzy will be able to recover enough to seduce at least one of those uptight trio over there, so I'll be free. Also available." 

The firelight sparkled off of Espy's grin. My cock wanted me to stay and take Espy up on her availability immediately, but I obeyed her suggestions, piling a plate with bread and pork, plus a few chunks of fruit. I trudged back to my room with an angry swollen organ protesting in my pants. Gaby was right. If I hadn't cum all over her earlier, I would have grabbed Espy, taken her behind the knoll, and ruined my marriage. I would have needed the relief. 

As it was, the walk in the moonlight did nothing to reduce the pressure in my scrotum. However, Gaby was already soundly sleeping by the time I got to the room. Luckily, she had not put on the latch, so I was able to enter. If not, I no doubt would have gone seeking Espy, who seemed like a simple solution to my hormonal upheaval, but who I knew would destroy the honeymoon.

I put the plate on the table and lay next to Gaby. It took a long while to get to sleep. I finally had to resort to rebalancing my hormones manually. I proceeded carefully, not wanting to wake Gaby. As I fondled my shaft, I knew that masturbation before even consummating the marriage was a bad precedent, but the images of Espy's urgent nipples kept popping into my brain. 

I started slowly, really just teasing myself, hefting the familiar weight of my best friend, and then pausing to caress my ball sack.

I wondered about that first encounter between Jazzy and Espy in their dorm room. I knew Jazzy was aggressive, but just how inexperienced had Espy been? From her comments about convent school, I guessed that she likely had been both a virgin and straight. I pictured their affair starting late one night after Jazzy had been out partying. Espy was half asleep, but bothered by her inability to calm herself through masturbation. Increasingly in the week since Jazzy had arrived on campus, she had found herself picturing her friend's firm ripeness as she teased her clit. The nuns had said masturbation was a sin. They never spoke of lesbianism, though Espy knew what some of them did in their cells late at night after prayers. No amount of praying could defeat a powerful urge, and Espy was confused by the one which had overcome her.

As I constructed this fantasy, my pulse quickened and my cock throbbed in my hand. When I masturbate, images often tumble through my head like bits of movies watched as someone randomly plays with a channel changer. Thoughts of Espy suddenly were swapped for Jazzy seducing the brunette. Then the hair of the gal being seduced was blonde again, and the fantasy would feature Espy for a bit.

Except I imagined Jazzy having a hard time separating the new gal from her two chums. After the party fizzled, I decided, Jazzy would invite them back to her room, shared with Espy. She would lie and say Espy would be there. This would sound safe, like Espy plus the other gals would chaperone.

I smiled at the thought of safety in numbers, sensing that this would never stop Jazzy, the woman with enough nerve to snowball without consent. I flicked a fingernail across the tender flesh beneath my cockhead, making the helmet bounce against my thigh. Gaby sighed and shifted in the bed, but did not awake. 

My thoughts returned to Espy, lying in bed her freshman year, waiting for Jazzy. She would have known that her roomie would come home drunk, and likely smelling sweetly of pot, her scent tinged with the aroma of semen. I dreamt that innocent or not, Espy knew that smell. Any doubts had been removed the second night of sharing the room. When Jazzy had brought a senior swim team boy home, and made love to him in the bed three feet away, without even asking first. Espy had laid there awake through the 'don't wake my roomie, she's a virgin' giggles, and the orgasm. In the morning, she would have asked Jazzy, "Where'd your boyfriend go? I heard you bring him in?"

Jazzy's reply would have been something like, "Oh, he's not my boyfriend. I just met him at a frat party. If I'd known you were awake, I would have shared him. Next time, say something. Or better still, just quietly join in. Guys love surprises."

I pictured Espy lying in her narrow dorm bed, thinking about that challenge, as I squeezed my cock just beneath the head, and stroked the shaft.

Jazzy would need a different line with the new conquest, perhaps even, at the moment I was masturbating thinking of it, pouring her and her friends another drink, and leaning close, to whisper in an ear, "Did you like the snowball? If you did, my pussy is full of cream pie that tastes just as good, although it's not quite as fresh, and isn't Yanic's, so the flavour might be a tad different."

She would have spoken again to fill the shocked silence, but this time, loudly enough for the others to hear," I'm not sure which I like better, a mouth full of fresh cum, or a cream pie. Which do you gals prefer?"

I smiled at that image, my hardness surging in my hand as I reached down to knead my balls. Once again, my thoughts shifted to Espy's initiation. Jazzy telling her "You know, girls make the best lovers, though I probably don't have to tell you that, what with the goings on I'm sure went on at the nunnery."

In my mind, I pictured Jazzy tossing her mane, laughing at Espy's discomfort, but then sitting on the edge of her bed, comforting her by stroking her hair gently. My balls pulled tight in to my groin. I cupped them in one hand as I slowly moved the other palm along the length of my shaft, slowly caressing my favourite toys.

As I played, the image of Jazzy seducing Espy morphed into one of Jazzy with the brunette, gently stroking her hair with one hand as she began caressing those lovely legs, because no one could resist those legs. Probably, the brunette was not entirely inexperienced. Unless she wore pants or ankle length skirts exclusively, she would be the recipient of attention from wolf whistles to propositions. Her shy demeanour suggested however that 'no' was her automatic response to her many dinner date offers. I imagined her mother had told her that men only wanted one thing. And along came Jazzy, a woman wanting it more than any man ever had, and yet treating the conquest as just another game. Yes, I decided, the lass would be speechless. 

This meant that she would be unable to say 'no' or otherwise protest at Jazzy's advances. Jazzy would start with a rerun of the kiss from the beach. The brunette would notice that the salty taste of semen was lessened this time, but the intensity of the kiss still made her knees shake and her nipples stiffen. For a second, she would forget that her two best friends were right there. 

I was lying in a pool of sweat, and not because of the tropical heat. My cock pulsed as my balls tingled, signaling that an explosion was near. I thought about the two women watching if Jazzy seduced their friend. 

Would they be disgusted, embarrassed, aroused, jealousy? Most likely a mixture of all of those emotions. 

I pictured the redhead hesitate as she backed away. Jazzy smiling that the tiny angelic brunette was silently leaning in closer, watching intently, holding her breath. Jazzy would break the kiss for a moment and step over just far enough to reach out to the shyest of the shy, gently drawing her closer and then sharing a kiss with her, just as she had initiated the leggy one. That brunette in turn might turn to her shy friend and timidly touch her on the shoulders, pausing to allow someone to call it all off. But no one would and soon the two brunettes would kiss just like Jazzy and Espy, the two blondes had shared their first steps towards intimacy before them. It was not identical of course, because Espy had a very experienced guide in Jazzy, and tonight, Jazzy would lead by showing, but the brunettes would have to teach each other.

My hand paused on my cock as I contemplated how Espy must have been elated but afraid when all that had happened to her. Despite this intellectualization, my rod grew even stiffer. Suddenly, the warm night air around my naked helmet got even wetter and warmer. I realized that Gaby had awoken. I had no idea how long she had been watching. She no doubt had heard me moaning about Espy, Jazzy and the others. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, she was deep throating me with more passion than I had ever known. I am ashamed to admit that at that moment, I thought that this blow job must be better than whatever Carla had done for Kevin.

Gaby had her butt up in the air as she enthusiastically lowered her mouth over my cock. She displayed talents with her tongue which suggested a much more complex past experience than her primness had hinted at. She wrapped her mouth around my bulb, squeezing it, and then relaxing. After a few rounds, she added just a touch of teeth. The heat in my balls was ready to explode. Gaby's hand brushed mine aside and the instant she kneaded my balls, my load shot up my shaft, bursting into her waiting mouth.

Surprising, instead of jumping up to let the goo pump onto my belly or the bed, Gaby kept her warm cavity closed around my head as her fingers milked my scrotum and caressed the root of my cock, urging every last drop out. I could see her throat muscles work as she swallowed. My bashful bride was displaying all sorts of new talents.

As the last wave pulsed up my cock, Gaby lifted her head, watching a dribble of slimy cum slip down the shaft. I waited, expecting her to swallow her last mouthful, and hoping that she might then lick me clean, but instead, she grinned, displaying her clenched teeth, all shiny with semen. She slid up my body, trapping my semi rigid cock between our bodies.

Gaby nuzzled her nose against my nipples as she crawled upwards, rotating her hips, teasing my cock back to excitement. She was still grinning when her eyes met mine. Suddenly, she planted her lips on mine and forced her tongue between my teeth. I tasted my own salty flavour. Our tongues twisted around each other, as I without even thinking, searched out all the stray bits of cum between her teeth.

Finally, Gaby broke the kiss off, and smiled. She said, "I hope you like snowballs." Her speech was slow and dreamy. Before I could respond, I realized she had fallen asleep right on top of me.

My bashful bride was full of surprises, and National Nude Day was still two days away.



Nude Beach Bride Ch. 02



Our honeymoon Tuesday began a little late. I opened my eyes to see the sun in mid day position. Gaby was still purring on top of my chest, a tiny smile gracing her face. Perhaps she was dreaming about how she had swallowed most of my cum in the middle of the night, saving the last mouthful to swap back to me as a 'snowball'. Gaby had been imitating Jazzy, the dynamic blonde nudist we had admired on Sunday and Monday.

Jazzy had shared her snowball with another woman, one who was, as far as we knew, a stranger to her at the time. Jazzy's friend and lover, Esperenza, or Espy, had also been watching. She had explained that they had added some extra zest to their own lovemaking knowing that Gaby and I had been watching. Espy had then sent me to comfort Gaby while Jazzy pursued new conquests. Gaby had been upset because at the Monday night beach bash, her parasailing instructor, Yanic, had been fired summarily after being caught fucking Jazzy. 

I had brought Gaby food, and had begun relieving my sexual tensions, stroking my throbbing member as I thought about Espy, Jazzy and their new friends. Our honeymoon was at a nude resort, and Gaby, a conservative bride, had thankfully loosened up a bit. Still, she had insisted that if I expected her to be nude on Thursday, when the resort would celebrate National Nude Day, we could not consummate our marriage until afterwards. Gaby had escalated the stakes by flirting with Yanic, the parasailing instructor, and by flashing her nipples to strangers on the beach. She continued to build the heat by challenging me about Jazzy and Espy.

Then Gaby had unexpectedly awoken before I relieved my frustration. Premarital blowjobs had been few and poorly done. Though I had come quickly, her effort in the middle of the night was astounding. As I welcomed Tuesday, I realized my cock was cradled between her tits, and was steadily growing fatter and stiffer.

"Thinking of me, or of the action last might on the beach?" Gaby asked in a soft voice, nuzzling her cheek up along my chest. Making my member slip down her soft firm tummy.

"Maybe I'm wondering which of those gals would help me with the consummation issue."

"Issue? I don't think there is an issue. It is a bet. I'll fuck you right now. Or you can go fuck one of those cheap blondes. But in either case, you won't see me naked on the beach on Thursday. And if you fuck them first, I'll be on the next plane home and you can see if either of them will marry you."

'First?' I thought, but did not say. Was Gaby implying that she would permit me to fuck Jazzy or Espy, after we consummated our marriage on Thursday? I decided that I better play cool, always a safe bet. But then, I was never good at playing safe.

"I bet you just wish I would default the bet right now. I saw how much you wanted Yanic." "Yanic? He was nice eye candy..."

"It was his cock you were staring at, not his eyes. And those were his fingers on your tits."

Watching Yanic caress Gaby had unexpectedly thrilled me, and thinking about it more was renewing my excitement.

"That doesn't matter," Gaby replied. "He's gone now."

Her pretty mouth displayed a sad pout, hinting that she was more disappointed than benign interest in eye candy justified.

"So you hated him fondling you?"

Now Gaby turned crimson. She tried to speak, but only babbled. I grinned, leaning back into my pillow as my cock stiffened fully. I could see that Gaby's nipples were excited as well.

"What shall we do today?" she said at last, changing the subject.

"I saw a sign for a nature hike. If we hurry, we can join in." I did not add that the sign actually said 'naturist hike', by which I assumed clothing would be optional.

"I'm not hiking with your cum all over me."

"I think you swallowed it all, except what you fed to me. It was yesterday you got coated."

"Still, I want to freshen up."

"Great. I'll join you." I said, starting to follow Gaby, who had climbed off of me quickly.

"No way. If you do, you'll lose the bet and we'll miss the hike." Gaby was laughing now, pointing at my dick swinging between my thighs.

"But if I take this on the trail, someone might trip over it and get hurt."

Gaby laughed so hard she doubled over. "You're the only one it could hurt, but I do want you to be able to see straight."

I reached out and grabbed Gaby's wrist, pulling her close to me. Humming, I began slow dancing with her, camping it up like a horny Fred Astaire, the weight of my fat meat bouncing against both our thighs, and swinging up to tap our bellies. I slid my hand down her back and caressed her heart shaped rear, teasing the valley between her buttocks. I curved one finger along to tease her rectum as I cupped her perineum with the rest of my hand.

Still swaying, I pulled Gaby closer, pressing my erection against her naked loins. Instantly, I thought of Jazzy, wondering whether she lead when she danced with Espy. Not for the first time, that thought flowed seamlessly to thoughts of Jazzy seducing the long legged brunette with whom she had snowballed. Yanic's firing had killed the beach party before the dancing, but I bet Jazzy had lived up to her name in the room the brunette shared with her friends. I pictured the other two, their own hips swaying, as the brunette reacted with a mixture of terror and lust to the unfamiliar feeling of Jazzy's fingers reaching around from behind, pushing her panties aside, and easing her labia apart. She would hold her breath, not wanting to let her friends know what she was allowing the assertive blonde to do. Having been kissed by Jazzy once, she might initiate a kiss while dancing, all the better to stifle a scream as her nipples cut into Jazzy's breast flesh like diamonds through butter.

Gaby may have been reading my mind, as she was now nibbling my lower lip, her teeth urgently tugging on my flesh, pushing me backwards. Suddenly my legs bumped into the bed and with a shove, Gaby dumped me backwards, dropping me onto the mattress. I tried to drag her with me but she twisted free and laughing, ran to the shower.

"Don't take any better offers," she called as the water began running. She left both the shower door and bathroom door open, with careless mock innocence allowing me to see the suds running down between her breasts as she lathered up. I stroked my cock, thinking about just taking the edge off myself again, knowing that the visual stimulation of Gaby's beauty could mix well with fantasies of others. Unlike last night, I felt no guilt at wasting sperm on my honeymoon. Gaby had already agreed that I needed relief before hitting the hiking trail.

I heard voices from the beach and stood, walking around the bed to where I could look out the window, or turn and see Gaby. I saw Jazzy and her new found brunette friend walking along the beach, holding hands. Although the brunette was long legged, Jazzy was taller and the shorter woman had her head nestled on Jazzy's shoulder. Jazzy was nude. Her friend wore a periwinkle bikini bottom, and was topless. Her modest breasts were firm and ripe, topped by large chocolate kiss nipples.

They paused, the edge of the surf surging around their feet. Jazzy must like this spot, since we had watched her play with Esperenza at the same area previously. Or perhaps Jazzy liked the possibility that I was watching. That thought made me smile and my cock, without any help from my hand stood straight out from my belly at a right angle.

Jazzy slipped her hand down her friend's back and grasped her left buttock, giving it a friendly squeeze. She then traced the line of the spine back up, playing the vertebrae like a clarinet. Even with the patio door closed, I knew that this caused a sigh, as Jazzy took a handful of brown hair and turned her friend's head, pulling their mouths together for a long fierce kiss. The sudden shift from playful to passionate made the brunette's knees buckle. My hand went back to my cock.

I turned and glanced at Gaby in the shower. She was standing under the spray, eyes closed with her hair under the water, her back arched, her tits sticking out towards me. One hand brushed down her belly, fingertips gently grazing the fine downy hairs, making her body shiver. I assumed she was thinking about how Yanic had touched her, and perhaps how much more intimately he might have touched her. As her fingers reached the top of her dense pubic hair, her other hand came up and she caressed her own breast. She had never masturbated for me before. I stood mesmerized, holding my cock, frozen, not even stroking.

Laughter from the beach again distracted me, breaking the spell for a moment. Jazzy had also cupped her chum's breast, and the woman had yelped in surprise, but then had laughed and turned to Jazzy for another hungry kiss. As their breasts mashed together, erect nipples toying with each other, I returned to watching my bride in the shower.

Gaby's hand had descended between her thighs. She brushed the back of her hand across the hood of her clit as her fingers spread her nether lips apart. My hand began pumping my shaft slowly. Her eyes were open and she watched me watching her. The corners of her mouth tugged upwards into a radiant smile.

"Who is out there?" she shouted over the running water.

"Jazzy and the brunette," I answered.

"Are they sexier than me? Should you go out there, say to heck with the marriage, and fuck one of them? Or both of them? We haven't consummated the marriage yet, so it's not too late to call it a bad idea."

Her teasing sent electricity right from my nipples to my balls and then up my shaft to the tip, where my slit was gaping open, wanting to pump seed which was not yet there. Despite any willpower I had, Gaby's taunt made me turn to look at the beach again. 

Jazzy had stepped back, breaking the kiss. She had both of her friend's nipples in her fingers, tugging them away from the body of those perfect small tits. My balls throbbed as I watched the shy woman struggle a bit, resisting this advanced public exhibition. Jazzy laughed and pulled harder. Then she swung her head, long blonde hair flying in the breeze. Her eyes paused as she noticed me watching. She smiled at me. Without a word to her friend, she suddenly plunged one hand down inside that periwinkle bikini. 

Gaby had returned to her touching. She and Jazzy now worked separately, but almost in stereo. I swiveled my head from one to the other. Their fingers worked in slow diminishing circles, narrowing in towards the clits. Jazzy leaned forward and distracted her victim by nibbling a nipple, and tugged her bikini lower, exposing that untanned flesh for my benefit. I was not surprised to see that the brunette, like my bride had a natural bush. Jazzy seemed amused by this, giggling and toying with the hair, separating strands and twirling them, teasing the clit.

Gaby's next action broke the pattern, and shocked me, as she took a razor off the counter and began shaving her pubic hair. As far as I knew, she had never done this before. I knew that Carla, her slutty maid of honour, had teased her about that in the limo on the way the reception, saying "maybe if you lost the nest, you'd enjoy his beak more." Gaby had apparently shared with Carla that she did not like getting head any more than she liked giving it. As Gaby shaved, I wondered whether, having enjoyed blowing me last night, Gaby was now hoping for some pleasant payback. I also wondered to myself just how intimate Carla was with my bride's pubic region.

I timed my strokes of my rod with each stroke of the razor, my eyes locked on Gaby, hoping that I would not climax before she finished. I imagined how soft and smooth her skin would be. Despite this, however, I could not resist turning to watch out the window. 

Jazzy's friend gasped as Jazzy touched her slit. She tossed her head back, groaning, and sunk to the sand. Jazzy plunged two fingers deep into her pussy.

My release was imminent, the goo marshaled in my balls and surging up. I could feel the pressure at the base of my cock, filling my hand. I felt guilty about watching the beach rather than my bride, so I turned back to Gaby. I realized that if I could see her, and the beach, she could probably see the beach as well.

"She's fucking that girl like her fingers are a cock," Gaby moaned, as I imagined that it was my cock. Jazzy was now turned so her back was towards me, bending slightly, adding thoughts of fucking her gorgeous ass to my fantasies. As Jazzy made love to her friend, her rear pumped towards me, then withdrew, as if begging for penetration.

The waves of pleasure were rolling through Gaby's body as her shoulders rotated loosely, and her hips responded. Her eyes were now closed as the passion took over her entire being. Her orgasm looked more intense than any she had ever had during our perfunctory premarital sex. Was it my cock she was picturing, or Yanic, or the girls on the beach?

This kaleidoscope of images made my knees weak. I fell back onto the bed. My pole was sticking straight in the air. I closed my eyes and thought of the possibility of Gaby in an orgy with me, Yanic, Jazzy and the brunette as my orgasm began. The first burst of goo shot out onto my leg as I pictured Gaby atop Yanic. I pictured his cock as fat but stubby, stretching Gaby wide but not hitting bottom as she bounced up and down. Jazzy was sitting on Yanic's tongue, my cock deep in her throat, her long hair wrapped around my balls. The brunette was between Yanic's legs, licking both his cock and Gaby's clit. I was reaching over to finger the brunette's hairy cunt when suddenly, Carla walked in...

This fantasy was disrupted by the feeling of a real tongue licking the semen off my skin. I opened my eyes to see Gaby between my legs. She smiled and said, "I don't want this going to waste."

She plunged her mouth over the tip of my cock and hungrily swallowed the rest of my cum. As she had the night before, she saved the final mouthful and shared it with me, her tongue pushing the wad between my teeth and her lips sealing my face until she knew that I had swallowed. 

She bounced up off the bed. I saw that Jazzy and her friend must have finished too, as they were reclining on the sand, unabashedly watching through our window. Gaby seemed unaware of her audience. "Order up breakfast while I get dressed," she said. "I can't hike on an empty stomach."

I complied, not daring to suggest that she could just hike undressed. Jazzy gave me a big wave and blew me a kiss from the beach. Despite the recent milking, this made my still semi hard cock stop shrinking as it bobbed against my leg excitedly.

Room service arrived quickly, mid morning being a slow period I guess. I was still naked, and Gaby was only half dressed. She had on her bra, a sensible sports model, and had slipped a tan cotton short sleeve shirt on, but not yet buttoned it. She was just stepping into emerald green bikini panties as the knock sounded on the door.

"I come in now," a high-pitched male voice trilled, not waiting for an answer before he used the passkey and pushed a cart into the room.

The waiter was the opposite of sexy athletic Yanic. This fellow was at least 300 pounds of jelly quivering under a uniform ordered from Omar the tent maker. Despite this, Gaby reverted to her old shy ways. She gasped, gathered her blouse shut, grabbed her hiking shorts and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

This left me alone with the waiter, though I suppose Jazzy was watching from the beach. I could not help but notice the man's eyes locked on my half hard cock. A grin spread across his face, white teeth shining in the midst of his ebony skin. "I interrupt summting?" he asked, still staring at my weapon. 

I was relieved to realize that his attention was making my excitement shrivel away. No uncertainty about my sexuality. Then it occurred to me that merely wondering about that reaction was ambiguity. Oh well. I decided, everyone had to be a bit curious.

"Oh. Mister, you have a very nice ting dere," the waiter said, back towards the door. "If dey hadn't fired Yanic fer what him did with the guests, I might ask you fer a taste meself. Instead, I'll just leave it fer yer missus."

He left without waiting for a tip.

Gaby emerged, now fully clothed in her normal hiking khaki top and shorts. She wolfed down her juice, a muffin and hot black coffee. I barely had a chance to nibble a bit before she was done and striding towards the door. 

"They are supplying a picnic lunch on the hike," I assured her, rushing to catch up.

Gaby easily found the assembly area, a small clump of trees at the back of the resort, well behind the beach. We were the first arrivals except the guide. He was a young fellow, red haired and thin. "Hi, I'm Peter," he said in a Scottish burr. 

"Yes, we can see that," giggled Gaby, pointing a tad rudely at the huge fat cock dangling naked between his thighs. No doubt it was just an optical illusion, but it looked like it reached to his knees. She was so impressed by Peter's size that she forgot to complain to me about his nakedness.

'Perhaps this will distract her from her upset about Yanic', I thought, though the next thing I considered was whether I was rationalizing my own staring at Peter's peter.

The arrival of more hikers saved me from more cheap self analysis. First to join up was an older Italian couple. He was clothed, but she was topless, her slack tits flopping out over a soft doughy midsection bisected by ballooning shorts. 

As Peter began us with some stretching, Espy bounced around the corner to join us in the grove. She also was topless. Although I had seen her tits several times, the perkiness of her nipples and the firm bounce of the flesh held my eyes for so long that Gaby punched my arm lightly and said, "Seth, don't you know that staring is rude? Introduce me to your friend."

I stammered out their names. They grinned at each other, and then Espy asked, "Are you all dressed because of sunburn? If so I have some great cream in my pack I can rub on you."

"No one told me that this was a nude nature hike." Gaby said with a chill in her voice.

"What could be more natural then nude?" Espy bubbled. She had one of those irrepressible good humours that no negativity puts down. In fact, people like Espy seem to consume the bad vibes as fuel for their optimism.

Before Gaby could respond, a voice from behind me said, "Isn't it just a glorious morning to be alive?"

I knew before I turned that this was Jazzy, though I had not heard her voice before. Sure enough, the tall blonde had her arm linked with that of the tall brunette. Both were topless, both wore only dreamy smiles on their faces. Jazzy, I noticed, was also bottomless, unless you include her hiking boots. The brunette's two friends trailed behind. Like Gaby, they wore enough clothing to cover all the good parts.

Espy grinned broadly and stepped across to Jazzy, embracing her lover, dispelling any notion of jealousy. As they hugged, Espy's hand grazed up the brunette's back. 

"Sorry you had to sleep alone last night, doll," Jazzy told Espy. 

"I had my toys for company," Espy chuckled, and then blushed. "And I snuck out and watched you and...I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Peg," replied the shy brunette, not looking Espy in the eye. Still, I noticed that her nipples were growing as she spoke.

"I watched you and Peg," continued Espy. "That was sweet. I hope Peg doesn't mind."

Peg blushed and looked down to the ground, shaking her head almost imperceptibly.

"Answer her nicely, pet," Jazzy said, playfully swatting Peg's butt. "Or would you prefer that I spank you?"

"If I knew you were watching, I might have minded." Peg giggled, her tiny pink tongue flicking out across her lips. "But hearing about it now kind of excites me. Almost as much as the idea of being spanked. I don't know what has come over me. As a schoolteacher, I'm usually the one in control. Just ask Mary and Penny."




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 02



"Are those your friends?" Espy asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I forgot you haven't met." Peg turned and waved from right to left. "The brunette is my little sister Penny, and the redhead is Mary. We all teach at Our Lady of Perpetual Orgasm...ooops, I mean Perpetual Devotion...."

The entire group broke up in laughter. Peggy blushed slightly, but then joined in. By now, other couples and groups of various ages and shapes had gathered. We were a group of about thirty all together. 

"Link hands with a buddy and let's all go," Peter said cheerfully. It is a well marked trail, but I still need to lead. Is there a pair who will volunteer to keep the back moving, and not allow stragglers?"

Espy said, "How about three? I could walk with Gaby and Seth."

"Well, the trail is only wide enough in spots for two. Are you experienced?"

"She is way experienced," Jazzy said in a Groucho Marx leering manner. We all laughed louder than before.

"Your friends are a couple. They can go next to last, and you can make sure they don't wander into the bush to make out and get lost..."

Gaby blushed this time. 

Peter continued. "...let me pair you up with Lars. He's alone today, and has done the trail before."

A tall muscled blond Nordic god stepped forward. His bronzed skin was not spoiled by a stitch of clothing above his hiking boots. I heard Espy and Gaby gasp in stereo. Gaby couldn't help staring and even started to point. I took her hand in mine to prevent her from embarrassing herself. I kissed her fingers tips and whispered, "Yes, that is the biggest cock I have ever seen before too, and I've seen a lot in locker rooms."

"And...and ....it isn't even hard." She was still staring. Somehow I thought I heard the word "yet" whispered. Maybe it was Gaby, or my imagination, or perhaps it was Espy, muttering from nearby.

"Maybe you'll have to stumble and let that thing bump you from behind," I teased.

By now, Peter had started out, with the oldest hikers seemingly keenest earliest, staying bunched tightly behind him, intent on his narrative about the flora and fauna of the island. Jazzy took Peggy by the hand. Penny and Mary followed them. We were next, with Espy and Lars bringing up the rear.

I was not shocked to see Jazzy grinding her hip gently against Peg as they stepped carefully over the bumpy trail. Penny and Mary however surprised me a bit by sliding their arms around each other's waists and leaning their heads close together. About five minutes into the walk, the lead pack was already around a bend, when Mary turned her head and planted a slow lingering kiss on Penny's lips. I glanced over and saw that Gaby was staring at them, her own nipples threatening to tear through her top.

"I guess that they didn't get grossed out and leave when Jazzy got snuggly with Peggy," Gaby said, grinning. She reached across and massaged my shaft through my shorts with the back of her hand. Mary's hand had slowly slid up Penny's side and was now cupping her breast. I pushed Gaby's arm up, making her own hand rub her nipple through her shirt, just like Mary was treating Penny.

"I wonder whether they watched or joined in." I said.

"I wouldn't want to guess who played with whom, but I'd bet my clothes that Penny and Mary got more than just friendly. You don't touch another girl's boob like that without some history."

My ears perked up at the prospect of escalating and expediting our wager. "Do you think Peggy and Penny did each other?"

"Ewww," replied Gaby. "Sisters? That's incest. Lesbianism is perverted enough. Incest is just gross."

"Who are you calling a pervert, slowpoke?" Espy interjected, closing up behind us. I turned and saw that she was grinning, not really upset at Gaby's comment.

"And you didn't answer my question about what you would bet. You pick yes or no. How about we bet that if you win, you get an hour alone with Lars, no limits. If I win, you go naked the rest of the honeymoon, without waiting for National Nude Day."

"That sounds like Lars gets to be the big winner," Espy contributed. Then she giggled. "And I do mean big."

I turned further. I saw that Lars' pole was swelling as we talked, and now was down almost to his knees.

"I could never take that." Gaby gasped so softly I doubt she meant to say it out loud. She was blushing a deep crimson.

I was intrigued by the practical nature of her objection. Most brides might have said "but I just got married, I'm a faithful wife." Although, since our marriage remained unconsummated, at least technically, maybe faithful was the theoretical element missing. Can you be faithful and celibate?

"I think that if Gaby gets an hour with me, you ought to get your pick of another woman from this group," Lars suggested.

Espy immediately chimed in. "I know I'd volunteer."

"I don't think it's a fair bet," Gaby said, "either way, Seth wins. And no matter what a pervert my husband has turned out to be, I am a good wife, not a slut."

"I think you are just afraid that you don't match up to all the other women here," replied Espy "Going nude doesn't make you a slut. Nor does fucking Lars. You need to fuck a lot more than one guy to be a slut."

"You should know you are one," Gaby snapped. I noticed however that at the word 'fucking' her eyes had returned to Lars' cock, which seemed to throb in response to the idea. 

"Just because I love fucking, and go both ways, doesn't make me a slut," Espy said. "THIS would make me a slut..."

As she spoke Espy reached over and gave Lars' shaft one good pump. Then she dropped to her knees right there in the middle of the trail and without further word swallowed his entire length deep into her throat. She grasped his heavy balls in her hand, kneading them as her head bobbed up and down. When she reached the top, she pulled back so that we could see the string of saliva linking her tongue to his slit. Then she bent down again and ran her tongue around the bottom of his fat cock head and then all over the bulging pink knob, licking him like an ice cream cone.

Espy paused before she swallowed his shaft again. "Well, if I'm a slut, this is a great cock to have as a reward."

She flipped her long blonde hair aside like a porn star, making sure that we could see the ease with which she accommodated Lars into her throat. This time, the saliva was mixed with precum when she pulled back. 

The rest of the hike had proceeded on, not realizing that the rear guard had paused. Only Penny and Mary had stopped with our foursome. Even Jazzy and Peggy were not in sight.

Espy did not swallow all of Lars next. Instead, she massaged the root of his cock with her tongue, bathing the bottom inch of his lance and his balls in moisture, as her hand teased his sensitive skin on the underside of the mushroom shaped head. Then, she squeezed the shaft near the top just underneath the head, circling it with her fingers. She proceeded to ease the head between her lips until she got down to her impromptu cock ring. 

"Teeeeeth," moaned Lars, "easy with the teeth. But don't stop."

"The key is the right balance of friction and lubrication." I turned to see that it was Mary who had spoken. I guess she saw my shocked look.

"Don't judge a book by its cover. I might not be the greatest looking woman alive, but I learned quickly that if the guys hear you know how to give great head, you always will have lots of dates."

"And all that practice made her a great pussy lapper too" giggled Penny, "even though last night was her first time." She squeezed her friend's hand tighter. "We have so much to thank Jazzy for."

"Yeah," continued Mary, as we all watched Espy alternately slide her mouth and fingers up and down Lars' lance, now keeping his tip in her lips at the top of each head bob. "At first, watching Jazzy kiss Peggy was odd, but by the time she started suckling her nipples, I was all tingly."

"Jazzy made me horny enough to attack Mary by the time she was licking out each shoulder from Peggy's neck to the curve." Penny replied. "I think because I was watching her make love to my sister, it felt almost like Jazzy was licking me. My whole body was screaming for a tongue bath."

Mary laughed so hard she grabbed her tummy. "That must have been what I heard then, because I remember looking from them across to you and just instantly knowing that I was going to make you come. I had never ever wanted to taste a woman before, but suddenly I needed not just to do what Jazzy was teaching us, but I had to do it with you."

I looked from Espy to Mary to Penny and then back to where Lars was now humping his hips up, thrusting his cock deeper into Espy's throat, obviously very close to coming. I noticed that Gaby had thrust one hand down my shorts and was gently but definitely squeezing my cock. I reached over to return the favour. However, my path was blocked by her other hand, which was deep inside her own pants.

My shy bride, who had been reluctant to wear her garter as high as Carla insisted at the wedding reception, now was masturbating in public. However, being fully clothed, and with her back to half of the group, no one could see except Lars, who had his eyes closed while Espy continued her magic. She was now matching her actions to his rhythm. 

Penny giggled again. "She's sucking almost as hard as last night when Jazzy first swallowed Peggy's clit." 

"I guess they're both sluts," Gaby said. This was the first thing she had said since calling Espy a slut. Her anger seemed to have dissolved, perhaps into the puddle in her panties. Her eyes had a far away look. She might just have been nearing climax, but she sounded wistful as she said, "glorious joyous sluts."

"Then we all four must be," said Mary. For the first time I noted a wee bit of a Scottish accent, which added to her red-haired wild charm. Now that I knew she was a slut, not a wallflower, I saw her in whole new light. My cock bulged, not in response to my bride's touch, but because I was imagining Mary, naked, with Penny's tongue tracing Mary's freckles.

"And Peggy and I are bound to roast in hell, if you believe in that idea," said Penny, laughing at the silliness of an angelic slip of a lass like her being a demon.

"No," replied Mary. "It was Jazzy's fault really. She was the one who rolled your own sister over top of you so that your nipple fell into her lips and you had no choice but to taste hers. My eating your pussy was all the distraction she needed to pull that off without you thinking of the consequences.

"So it wasn't like incest at all," Gaby said. Her voice was a faint sigh. I glanced away from watching Espy, who once again had Lars deep into her throat, humming around his meat as her fingers curled around his balls. Gaby was now shaking, her knees weak. I knew her own climax was close. She had forgotten all about me, her hand slipping out of my shorts. The tip of my turgid cock peaked out of the waistband as she stretched it to withdraw. 

Mary moaned, though I couldn't tell whether it was Espy, Gaby or me that she was most excited by. She was now openly tweaking Penny's nipple with one hand while unzipping her own shorts with the other. 

"I guess you would have to call it incest though," Mary said slowly, "when Jazzy positioned Penny to eat out Peggy while Jazzy showed me her strap on talents."

Penny giggled again. "You sure were a fast learner Mary. I thought it was Jazzy fucking me as I ate my sister. I was too busy at first to look"

"Did it really matter?" I was shocked that Gaby asked this question. 

"No, I suppose not. The rubber cock felt better than the weak little boys I've had before. Maybe I'll just give up guys and fuck gals."

"Which was better, fucking or being fucked?" I recognized Gaby's voice, but wondered what sort of alien had taken over her body.

Penny laughed. "I haven't had a chance to be the fucker yet, just the fuckee. You can ask me tomorrow. Peggy wants me to fuck her tonight."

"How was being fucked by the fake cock different from a real one then?" Gaby asked. Now I didn't even recognize the voice, which had taken on a dusky quality I had never heard before. She had slumped against a stump. Her thighs beneath the edge of her shorts glistened with her flood.

"It doesn't throb like a man's cock, but the motion makes it seem that way. The rubber warms up to body temp, and then hotter. Of course, it never goes soft."

"But it never comes. I love how it feels when Seth pumps his goo into my pussy."

"Well, maybe the special part was how Jazzy's full tits pressed her hard nipples against my shoulder blades as she fucked me doggy style. Then, the moment she pulled my nipples, just once, really hard, while she thrust extra deep, I came harder than I ever have with a guy. My sister gushing on my tongue at the same time just was like cream on top of pie."

"I hope Mary wasn't left out." Gaby was smiling, her eyes unfocussed. I glanced down at Espy, who seemed almost to be holding Lars back as if waiting to finish in time with my bride.

"Oh, I think I had as good a time as a girl can have without a man. Unlike Penny, I know I still need real meat. If your question referred to the moment that Penny came while being fucked by Jazzy, well, Peggy was eating me while her sister ate her, and I was bent over so I kissed Penny. It was like swallowing her orgasm, though it tasted just like my own pussy. I guess because she had been eating me." Mary giggled, and squeezed Penny's tits harder. "Even though Jazzy had done it before, I liked how Peggy ate me better. She had a knack for curling her tongue into each fold of my pussy, like she was exploring a deep cavern, and slowly opened me until I was begging for her to suck my clit as if it was a cock..."

"Not that my sister has sucked many cocks," Penny interjected.

Mary continued. "...so Peggy drew me in between her lips and dragged my bud across her teeth, just teasing me. But then she started giving me head, like she was sucking cock. Bobbing up and down as she swirled her tongue around. After the first round I even forgot about it being a girl, I just enjoyed the blowjob. Now I know why guys like them so much. She started flicking her tongue back and forth at the base, holding the tip in her teeth, stretching it up."

Mary was getting an unfocussed look, her hand down her own shorts as her account was interrupted by Lars groaning loudly. His head was thrown back. I could see that his enormous balls were drawn up tight to his groin; Espy's finger was curling back towards his anus, no doubt about to stimulate his prostate and pop his load in a giant surge. Her timing appeared perfectly matched to Gaby's moans, which were building to a crescendo.

"But you couldn't give her a mouthful of come," Penny said.

Mary blushed deeper. "Oh, I came all right, and your sister lapped it all right up. So you got another taste of me when you kissed her good night. Too bad you fell asleep then. Jazzy was still perky. She fucked my ass with her strap-on."

"Wow." That was all Penny could say. She now slumped against a tree beside Gaby. Although she still had only pulled on her nipples, her breathing also suggested orgasm was near.

"What was that like?" Gaby managed to ask

I suddenly realized that I was the only person in our group not near orgasm. My cock was throbbing in my shorts, but I had barely touched it. I then undid the button on the waistband. The force of my surging organ forced the shorts open and they dropped to the ground. I fisted myself, pumping slowly, trying to time the explosion to the others.

"She started playing with my pussy, fingering it," Mary explained. "She kept bringing her fingers to her mouth and telling me how each layer gave her a more complex richer flavour. Then she offered me a taste. I just opened my mouth. I could not speak. I found myself closing my lips around her fingers, sucking them like a baby, or like a cocksucker I guess. She still had the wet rubber cock strapped on. It was pressing between us, and I thought several times it was going to press open my pussy lips and that Jazzy would fuck more like a guy. Except then she worked her fingers loose and kissed me. She came up for air once and said how she loved tasting all the flavours in my mouth herself. Her hands rested briefly on my shoulders but then they danced down my spine, playing a tune that sang out into my cunt like it was the horn of a trumpet. She rubbed slowly at the base of my spine and then cupped my ass. I thought then that she would fuck my pussy while playing with my ass, so I was not shocked when she slipped a finger up my rear. I was so wet it slid right in. Jazzy broke the kiss again to tell me how much she liked my ass. I could not resist as she rolled me around and positioned me. I knew then she was not going to just fuck me doggy style. We had been there, done that."

"Was your ass cherry?" I surprised myself by asking. A day ago, I had written Mary off as a shy retiring wallflower. Now here we were, in a clearing, half naked, masturbating as Espy blew Lars, discussing assfucking. Not your average honeymoon.

Penny laughed, and then moaned as her orgasm began.

"Oh, hush, you hussy," Mary told Penny. "You remember that I told you that giving great head was the best way to always have dates? Well, Penny taught me that assfucking means second dates, one night at the drive in."

"Assfucking means getting dates with other women's men." Penny explained. She glanced at Gaby, but my wife was focused tightly on Espy and Lars. Espy had the root of Lars' cock clenched in the ring made by her fingers as she licked all around the head, tasting his precum, apparently awaiting Gaby's climax. "I could help you with that wood if you want. I so need a cock."

"What happened to swearing off men?" Mary asked.

Penny giggled girlishly. "I don't see Jazzy's strap-on here, do you?"

Gaby had her three middle fingers buried to her wrist in her pussy. With one final twist, she tugged her clit with her thumb, and fell back against the tree, screaming. Espy immediately unclasped the base of Lars' cock and his sperm surged up the shaft, almost striking her in the eye before she redirected the stream to the middle of her mouth, swallowing gobs of goo greedily.

Gaby's climax was noisy, in the relative quiet of the bush. I heard footfalls approaching. Mary seemed to have orgasmed, quietly, and was now slumped on the ground. She shocked me further by crawling the six feet or so over to where Espy crouched. The two young women kissed deeply. I could see their tongues twisting in each other's cheeks as they swapped Lars' cum, re enacting the snowballing moment between Jazzy and Peggy the night before. 

I turned my gaze towards my bride. Gaby was watching the kissing intensely, her tongue flicking out along her shiny lips. I sensed that she was tempted to drop to her knees and join in. I hoped for a second that instead, she might fall to the ground and take my load. I pictured her with her own mouthful, sharing that with Peggy.

That didn't happen though. Instead, I spilled my seed out into the crisp air, watching it shower spent to the dusty earth. The intensity of my orgasm was blunted by the slight disappointment. 

Just as I shook the final drops off my tip, two things happened all at once. Just as Penny said, "Speaking of Jazzy's strap-on, where did she and my sister end up?" 

Before anyone could answer, Peter came around the corner. It was his approach that I had heard over Gaby's groans.

"Where the heck have you been?" he demanded. "You were supposed to be the rear guards against stragglers, not a mile behind the group yourselves."

It took until he finished blurting out this speech for him to absorb the scene before him -the clearing full of half naked people, and that everything short of intercourse had just occurred. Although he had no way of knowing that no one had gotten truly fucked.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 02



Espy was the one Peter had selected as rear guard, and she was still too busty swapping cum with Mary to respond. He looked at Gaby. But my bride was still starry-eyed. Finally, he turned to Penny, but her attention was on loud rutting noises coming out of the bush. From the sound of it, someone was getting fucked after all. Either that or a warthog was stuck in a bog.

Penny giggled again. "That sure sounds like my sister. That girl always has been a screamer."

Not shy at all after this adventure, I followed Penny towards the commotion. Peter trailed, but was the first to react to the sight of Jazzy mounting Peggy from the rear; the young brunette's head bent low amongst the debris on the ground, her hips thrusting back against Jazzy's fake cock, which was impaling her ass, pounding into her tiny hole with deliberate abandon. Both women were grunting like tennis pros. Instead of a serve and volley, we spectators enjoyed a scene of Jazzy's bright fleshy fake cock pushing into Peggy, and then coming back out, glistening brightly of natural lubrication.

"Oh, geez, fuck my asshole," Peggy grunted. "Ohmigawd, no man fucks as well as you do."

Jazzy pulled on Peggy's hips, tugging her asshole even wider, ramming the rubbery shaft deeper. The strap on was also apparently equipped with a little knob which massaged Jazzy's clit with each stoke. 

Peter opened his mouth, once, twice, three times as if to say something, but no sound came out. Mary quickly dropped to her knees and licked the dry bits of cum off of Lars' prick, thus stimulating it back to fighting, or more properly, fucking, form. She acrobatically hoisted herself up, hands on his shoulders, feet linking behind his knees and impaled herself on his shaft, twisting around so they could both watch the other couple as well. Before long, both pairs had adopted similar rhythms, all seemingly rushing towards climax.

As I watched, I felt a soft touch grip my pulsing cock, easing it free of my shorts. I glanced and confirmed that it was Gaby, prepared to forego the thrill if it was Espy or Penny, rather than horrify my bride. Still, the idea that my shy wife was openly fondling my cock in front of strangers was startling. My instincts were unleashed by this point, and there was no way my load could be held back.

Peter meanwhile was sputtering and flapping his arms uselessly, like some great awkward ostrich trying to take flight. Despite his agitation, all of the sex had the inevitable effect of arousing the fat meat dangling in front of him. It bobbed up and down as if with a mind of its own, each undulation more extreme than the prior one as he stiffened even more. Espy giggled, turned to Gaby and said, "Since you have Seth well in hand, I think I best help Peter."

She stepped over and took his shaft firmly in her hand, pumping in rhythm with Jazzy's plunges into Peggy. Peter silently bent forward and nuzzled her nipple, and then suckled her breast. All the while, he never took his eyes off of the strap on sex. Before long, a crystal clear drop of precum was dangling from the slit on his cock, like a drip from a tap, suspended in time, defying gravity.

"I hope Espy catches that in her mouth," Gaby whispered. The young blonde however seemed intent on watching her roommate schooling Penny, and stroked Peter almost neglectfully.

"Maybe you should do it in case she forgets," I replied, shocking both of us. Gaby turned crimson, but her fist tightened and quickened around my meat. I saw her tongue flit across her lips as she contemplated Peter's peter.

I'm not sure what shocked me more, the accidental suggestion that my bride suck another man's cock, even before consummating our union, or the fact that she seemed to seriously consider it.

Gaby chuckled and sighed. "No, then to be fair, I'd have to let one of these gals take your load, and then what about our Nude Day bet?"

The bet as to whether Gaby would strip for National Nude Day seemed like a triviality with her burgeoning sexuality, but I turned my attention back to watching the others, licking behind Gaby's ear as she stroked me.

The final push of my own orgasm occurred not because of Gaby's actions, or my desires, but the unexpected perverse thrill of seeing Penny slide in front of Peggy and offer her wet pussy lips to her sister's tongue. It took only a few quick thrusts for Peggy to tongue fuck her sibling to climax, and I shot off at about the same time, followed closely by the others.

My sperm shot forward arcing out onto Peggy's back. Espy aimed Peter's seed in the same direction, anointing the previously shy brunette even as she flooded Jazzy's fake cock with her own cream.

Mary screamed with joy as Lars filled her with his fresh load, pumping enough that we could see the overflow seeping out from around his shaft and dribbling down her thighs. She maintained her composure and bent forward to begin the treat of licking Peggy clean. Espy joined in as I relaxed against a tree stump, watching two beautiful women teasing each other's tongues as they laved their friend. 

Gaby snuggled in next to me, allowing me to boldly cup her breast, feeling her nipple swell while we watched Jazzy finally climax, without anyone ever directly touching her clit. She unleashed a roar which brought new meaning to the term 'screamer', and then collapsed across Peggy's back. This forced the other gals to pull away. 

Lars and Peter both revived with startling quickness, grabbed Espy and Mary, respectively and pulled them off into the grass, beginning a vigourous contest of rapid paced doggy style speedfucking. They plunged their shafts into the sodden cunts with increasing fervour, glancing sideways, silently daring the other to fuck faster. The tempo increased with each plunge, Peter and Lars both grabbing their girl's hips to better draw their bodies together with noisy rhythm.

Penny had come all over her sister's face and was dozing happily. Gaby busily fucked herself with her fingers, coming loudest of all. I reached over to try and help, but she calmly swatted my hand away, though she seemed to enjoy the twisting I was applying to her nipple with my fingers. 

As we lay there under the hot sun, it was perhaps inevitable that we dozed off, my head resting comfortably on Gaby's belly. Hours passed before I awoke, the soft purring of my bride's breath beneath my cheek suggesting that she was still asleep.

Jazzy sat nearby on a rock, Espy resting on the ground between her knees, head tossed back so that Jazzy could run her fingers through Espy's hair. I stayed silent, watching for a moment , enjoying the tenderness. Then Jazzy noticed that I was awake.

"Peter left us to guide you safely back to the resort. Though I guess we better wake up Gaby, or wait for her too."

"How should we pass the time?" Espy asked, staring at my groin. I realized belatedly that my cock was rigid.

"Looks like Seth has morning wood in the afternoon too," Jazzy joked.

"Should we take care of that for you?" Espy asked. I noticed that Jazzy's fingers had slid out of Espy's hair and were now stroking her nipples.

"I think that's my job, girls," Gaby replied, her hand grabbing my shaft before I fully realized that she was awake. "Unless, Seth, you prefer to not be married, to play the field and fuck one of these two. Or both. I bet they would take turns. They look like great fucks. Maybe that's what you want."

Each sentence was accompanied by a slow pump of Gaby's hand up and down my rod. She slowly teased the tip with her fingertips, making my slit gasp like a drowning man.

"Would you like Espy to suck you?" Gaby asked. "Of course you would. I can feel how much you are turned on."

"I bet you suck better," I managed to groan out. Only after I heard my words did the reptilian corner of my brain acknowledge that I had virtually challenged my new bride to join in a cock sucking contest with this bisexual blonde beach bunny.

"Show us how well you suck, Gaby," Jazzy challenged. "Maybe you can let Espy have a turn some other time. I doubt Seth has two more loads left in him."

Jazzy slid off her perch and lay on the ground beside me, her eyes locked on my groin. Espy followed, slipping between Jazzy's thighs, kissing the tender flesh where Jazzy's petals bloomed.

"I can watch and eat at the same time." Espy assured us, flicking her tongue across Jazzy's labia.

Jazzy moaned, putting her fingers back into Espy's hair, urging her to play out well practiced movements, first keeping her lips and tongue on the outside of Jazzy's pussy, toying with the edges, adding fingers slowly, gently unfolding Jazzy to our view, revealing the pearl within. 

All the while, Gaby and I just watched, though my wife's fingers grasped my fatness tightly and began instinctively copying some of Espy's moves, circling my flesh, brushing my tenderest spots.

After several silent minutes of Espy sending little shivers through Jazzy, she finally ran her tongue up the length of her slit, and engulfed Jazzy's hard clit, drawing it deep into her mouth, apparently using her teeth to nibble it gently.

"Show us how you do it, Gaby," Jazzy whispered, reaching over and pushing Gaby's head forward towards my cock.

Gaby's response was a shock, more in keeping with her previous behaviour than with the openness she had displayed during this honeymoon. Suddenly, she dropped my cock and bolted upright, causing my head to slap the ground with a thud. "I don't think I can do this," Gaby cried, and then ran off down the trail.

"I best go after her," I told the blondes, though my aching cock argued that we should stay and at least watch. With one last lingering glance back towards the clearing, where Jazzy's hips bucked up off the ground to meet Espy's thrusting tongue, I set off to try to rescue my honeymoon.



Nude Beach Bride Ch. 03



After all of the confusion during the first half of my honeymoon, I guess I should just be grateful that I was still married as Wednesday dawned. With the connivance of my bride's maid of honour, I had booked us into a clothing optional resort for our honeymoon, figuring to relax my wife's rigidity a bit. 

Upon discovering that clothing was not optional on Thursday - National Nude Day - my wife, Gabriela, shocked me by making a wager. If I could resist sex - either with her or any of the nubile beauties abounding at the resort, until Thursday, she would join in the festivities naked. By the time we had made the bet, we had already watched lesbian sex on the beach outside our window, so it was a stretch. Each day since had heightened the sexual adventures that we witnessed, and participated in. But our marriage was still not consummated, and neither of us had had sex with anyone else.

Tuesday had ended abruptly, and badly. We had observed, enjoyed, and gotten each other off, watching group sex in a clearing in the bush. We had almost crossed a line when I found myself encouraging Gaby to match of with one of our new friends in a blow job contest, with my cock as the measuring post. Gaby had panicked, and run screaming back to our room.

When I had arrived, I had visions of a Fred Flintstone moment, with me locked out and pounding on the door shouting her name. (Instead, the door was half open, a note fluttering in the tropical breeze.

"Seth: I love you, but am very confused. I need time and space" I read, Gaby's normal elegant penmanship misshapen by emotion into a scrawl. I thought I saw a few tears drying on the paper.

I had thought of napping on the couch, but instead, despite the risks of temptation, I had set off to the nearest bar. 

Before I got to the bar, my attention was distracted to a spot along the beach where a small party seemed to be roasting marshmallows in the shade of a beached sailboat. I recognized the three Midwestern teachers, Mary, Peggy and Penny, and our male friends, Peter the guide and Lars. Mary was wrapped in Lars' muscular arms. Penny and Peggy, the twin sisters, snuggled on either side of Peter. All five were nude. 

Peter's cock was standing proud in the sunset, bobbing gradually to a full erection as the girls kissed his nipples and nibbled his neck, their hands curving downwards in increasing arcs, coming close to his groin but never more than lightly brushing his weapon, as if by accident. 

Peggy bobbed down first, swallowing his length down her open throat in a smooth glide, her fingers cupping his balls, kneading them. I watched her tongue swirl up and down his shaft until her twin bumped her aside. Penny's tongue flicked across Peter's slit as Peg licked down his shaft, her flattened tongue leaving a glossy sheen, and then teabagged each nut in turn. 

My attention shifted briefly to Mary, who I noticed was squirming. I quickly guessed that Lars had a finger snaked inside her thigh, likely teasing open her labia. Mary suddenly shifted more abruptly. 'Bingo' thought I, 'he found her clit.'

Lars ran his other hand around Mary's body, taking advantage of the absence of clothes to gain an easy grip on Mary's already aroused right nipple.

Peter was moaning loudly, his hips bumping up off the blanket, forcing his cockhead deep into Penny's throat. This allowed Peggy to slip a finger around behind Peter and as he dropped back down, she stimulated his anus. Penny obviously felt the surge of semen being constrained within her hand. She raised her head, giving Peter's peehole one last kiss, and then released her grip. Great gobs of goo flew into the air, splattering Penny's face, and Peggy's tits. The remnants landed on Peter's furry belly.

Mary boldly leaned between her friends and greedily lapped up the sperm streaks off of Peter's tummy. Lars instantly took advantage of the effect which this had on Mary's positioning, and grasped her hips from behind, tipping her into a doggy style fucking stance. Lars plowed his cock deep into Mary's wet cunt without pause, furiously fucking her, using her hips as handholds to heave into her. 

Despite this force, Mary heeded the call when Penny groaned, "quick, someone lick me, his cum is drying on my face." The brunette stuck out her long pointy tongue and lapped up the shiny pearls and slick streaks as if it was caviar.

As Mary did that, Peggy traced down Peter's midsection and proceeded to clean his cock with careful strokes of her tongue, starting at the base and working upwards, lavishing the tip with extra care, her tongue digging into the slit, searching for every morsel. Her fingers curled once more around his balls, milking them, urging a few final drops to spurt into her mouth.

Peggy rolled around and kissed her sister, pressing her face tightly into the triangle with Mary. As the sisters shared Peter's sperm on their tongues, Mary said, "I see you need cleaning too," and proceeded to slide down, exploring the pattern of drying cum on Peggy, licking with long slow flat tongued strokes, all the while driving her hips back against Lars' pulsating penis.

Peggy moaned, wriggling from Mary's attention. Penny helped her sibling by thrusting three stiff fingers into Peggy's wide open cunt, fucking her with her fist in hard cock-like motions. Lars and Peggy both screamed at once, their orgasms merging in the firelight. Mary quickly joined in, but her climax came in a series of cries.

Just then, Peter noticed me watching. "Hey, Seth, don't be shy, come on and join in," he called.

They all laughed loudly as I scurried away towards the bar. It was empty. I guess everyone was sleeping or fucking, the latter apparently being the resort's main recreational sport. But I did not care about company. Drinks were included at the resort, so there was no real limit on how much I could drink, as long as I could raise a finger to my newest friend, Davis the bartender. 

I don't know how long I had watched the sex on the beach, but it seemed that the sun was rising on Wednesday before I had more than a single drink, though maybe I sort of lost count. 

An amazing number of nude, semi-nude and barely clad vacationers wandered in for eye openers. Davis was suddenly busy mixing Bloody Marys by the bucket full, leaving me to nurse my drink alone.

I was not lonely for long. I had downed one more double tequila with a Corona chaser when Jazzy entered the bar. The tall shapely blonde drew hungry glances from every man in the joint, and more than a few of the women. It helped that she was topless and that her nipples were always erect.

Whatever reason Jazzy had for arriving, she focused quickly on me, flashing me her biggest grin and rushing over to hug me. 

"Is everything okay with you and Gaby?" she asked, "Espy and I were afraid that we pushed her too hard."

"I think she'll be fine. She just needs time," I replied, noticing how lovely Jazzy's skin looked around her nipples as her tan lines were almost gone. I felt my cock throbbing inside my shorts. The load that Gaby had refused to suck from my balls was ready to burst forward. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Where's Espy?" I managed to croak out.

"I think she went to check on Gaby, should we go see how they are doing?"

"I hope you don't mean you think she could seduce Gaby. She's pretty straight."

Jazzy leaned closer, her nipple tickling my arm hairs, her breath sweet on my nose. Her tongue flicked across her lips. Her hand nudged my knee. I quickly gulped down another shot, and chugged more beer.

"I bet you'd love to watch them though. You saw how good Espy is tonguing pussy and I bet Gaby tastes really special."

"She's really not much for oral," I replied as Jazzy's fingers caressed inside my thigh. I swallowed, my whole body shaking from my conflicted emotions. The good angel on my right shoulder whispered that I owed it to Gaby to behave. That little devil on the left reassured me that what Gaby didn't know shouldn't count. I'm not sure which inspired me to down two more quick shots - the devil, to lower my resistance to temptation, or the angel, figuring to get me too drunk to trespass.

"Trust me," Jazzy purred, her nose now brushing mine, "that girl of mine can convert the most hard core church lady to carpet munching."

"I thought you started her off," I said, reaching for yet another shot.

"But she was a fast learner," Jazzy giggled. I could feel the weigh of her tit bouncing on my arm. "Some gals are born to it I think. Within a week of our first time, she could get me wet anticipating her tongue just by touching my bottom."

Jazzy boldly grabbed my hand. I did not resist as she parked it on her rear. "Like this," she explained.

"I started to want her so much that I would just spread my legs, anytime, anywhere, to be available to her touch, her tongue."

Jazzy giggled and moved my hand. "She might start with just a finger, or three," she laughed deeply, and then moaned as I discovered she had no panties under her sarong. I knew I should reclaim my finger and go back to the room.

"I know what you are thinking, " Jazzy grinned. " and I bet you hope that when you get back, Espy's head will be bobbing between Gaby's thighs, with your bride's fingers clutching my girl's hair, screaming for more."

At this suggestion, my entire body shivered. My cock was trying to rip its way out through my shorts. I could feel the warmth of Jazzy's fingers as they shifted up my inner thigh, almost under the shorts. If she touched me, I might explode right there. The good angel won this round. But the devil stayed in the game, and ordered another tequila as I swiveled around to speak with Davis. 

Not to be denied, Jazzy played with my hair around my ears, tracing my hairline down to the base of my neck. Her breath warmed my skin and then she kissed me at the top of my spine, softly, her tongue flitting gently across my flesh.

"Seth, what the hell!"

Gaby had picked just that moment to enter the bar. I managed to turn just in time to see her start to rush away. Fortunately, Espy entered a few steps behind Gaby, and stopped her from leaving.

"Sweetie, I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent explanation" Espy smiled.

"Yeah, I suppose that Jazzy was giving him mouth to neck resuscitation, right? Or she's a vampire, and he always wanted to be immortal? Well, that cunt can have his soul, I'm through with him. Now out of my way, I'm going to pack."

"So I guess Espy didn't eat your pussy, then" Jazzy asked, as sweetly as if Gaby had never called her a cunt.

"What?" Gaby turned, looking at Jazzy, blushing.

"We thought if she seduced you, and I brought Seth back to your room, that worst case, you and he could both have great sex. Best case, we all share a fantastic foursome."

"You, you....bitch!" Gaby started with a stammer, but finished screaming a word which I had never heard her utter before. 

While we still stood in stunned silence, Gaby quickly flashed her right arm in a wide arc and struck Espy hard across the cheek. Espy's hair flew wildly about, while her head twisted like she had taken a blow in a slow motion martial arts movie. Time is relative, they say, and at that moment, the seconds stretched slower. 

Espy, being an athletic girl, had great reflexes and her own hand came up in response, but with amazing grace, Gaby blocked it with her left forearm. My wife grabbed a handful of her combatant's hair and pulled, hard.

Jazzy started off her stool to intervene, but it was not necessary. Espy's scream broke the spell which Gaby was under, and what happened next was just as shocking as the violence. Instead of releasing her grip, my bride used Espy's mane to pull the young woman close, and then kissed her gently, first on the right cheek, and then on the left. "Are you crying?" Gaby asked softly, "I am so sorry, I don't know why I did that. Something came over me."

"Maybe this non consummation thing is getting to both of you," Jazzy said, but the other two women seemed not to hear. Gaby's fingers were busy tracing the tracks of Espy's tears, as my supposedly straight wife licked the salty trails clean, all the while caressing her companion's smooth tan cheeks with her fingertips.

I watched Espy lower her arms, snaking them around Gaby's waist, drawing my wife closer, until their pelvises were touching. Gaby's tongue teased Espy's lips, and then their mouths linked, closing tightly. I felt Jazzy's fingers tracing up my spine as Espy made the identical motions on my wife's back. 

I expected Gaby to realize any second that this scene went against all of her moral upbringing. Instead, I watched as her pelvis humped back hungrily against Espy, the bumps becoming grinds, as if somewhere, stripper music played on.

Espy's other hand began toying with Gaby's hair, which I knew was a great turn on for Gaby, and was working wonders for me as well, not that I really needed any further stimulation. Gaby was now hugging Espy, holding her close. I shifted slightly to see that Espy's ripe young tits were riding up, almost bursting out of her halter, the edge of her erect nipples peeping out into view. I just imagined that Gaby was reacting with equal excitement. Jazzy confirmed this instinct, leaning so close that her own nipple brushed my arm and her breath warmed my ear. 

"If you don't grab your wife quickly, some other person will be sucking on those bullet points," she whispered.

"I think you are wishing it could be you," I said, choking on the final words as I realized that Espy's hand was curling inside of my thigh. My cock throbbed in response, but my brain was screaming for her to stop.

"Maybe we should all go back to your room," Jazzy giggled. 

My heart caught in my throat. As turned on as I was, I wondered whether my marriage could survive this honeymoon. But it was impossible to refuse Jazzy's suggestion. I was compelled to play out this hand, if only to see what Gaby might do next.

We walked four abreast, and in the female cases, it was literally so, Espy had an arm around Gaby, who was on the far right of the line. The blonde beauty was idly stroking the underside of my bride's right breast as we walked. Gaby in turn had her left arm clutched around Espy, experimenting, as far as I knew for the first time, testing the weight of a firm tit. Jazzy had her hip nestled close to her longtime lover, the rhythm of their steps gracefully causing them to touch lightly. Jazzy had her right arm crossed over Gaby's, and her fingers massaged Espy's right nipple, tweaking it aggressively. My right arm crossed over Jazzy's left as we linked together with me at the outside left. At first, I hesitated, keeping my hand low on Jazzy's hip.

About a hundred yards along the beach, Jazzy chuckled and paused, almost causing Gaby to spin loose, like playing 'crack the whip' as kids. "For goodness, sake, Gabs," Jazzy moaned, "tell your hubby to grab my tit. It's not fair I'm the only one stuck in low gear."

The beach between the bar and our room was still dark, the sun just starting to cast shadows, and virtually deserted. A few small bonfires provided shadowy indications of clusters of partiers recovering from their enjoyment of the night before. 

"Are you looking for Mary and the twins?" Espy asked, noticing my wandering glances. "I saw them heading off for a sunrise sail on the way over."

"That sounds like fun," Gaby said.

"Why is everyone laughing?" Gaby added a moment later, feeling left out of our moment.

"Even Seth knows midnight sailing is just another excuse or location for an extension of the group sex." Jazzy explained. As she did so, Espy moved more boldly, taking advantage of Gaby's being distracted, and tweaked Gaby's nipple.

Instead of the yelp I expected, my bride just sighed, and nestled her head against Espy's shoulder. I glanced down just in time to see that Gaby also moved her hand up, so that her fingers curled around Espy's nipple. Gaby tentatively pressed her hand shut, compressing the flesh and squeezing the nubbin. 

"Ouch," Espy exclaimed. "So much for the theory that girls naturally know how to touch each other. You need to be gentle and firm all at once, Gabs."

"Can you show me how, Jaz?" Gaby purred. I knew that voice meant she was exceptionally turned on. All thoughts of our bet had left my brain. Of course, by this point most of my blood had abandoned my big brain for the little one in my shorts.

Jazzy took her arm out from around Espy, but did not release me, so as she pivoted around in front of the other pair, I spun to be near Gaby. Jazzy took Gaby's hand in her own, removing it from Espy's flesh. My cock, already stiffer than I ever recalled experiencing before, throbbed painfully, screaming to be released from my shorts, but I told it to behave and to just enjoy the show.

Slowly, Jazzy raised Gaby's fingers and pressed them to her lips, and then offered them to me. I instinctively ran my tongue gently across Gaby's knuckles. Meanwhile, Jazzy bent forward and gave Espy's nipple a single tiny kiss; making her lover giggle, then wriggle.

"That tickles," Espy laughed.

"Watch how much better this is," Jazzy said, bending deeper and slowly drawing the entire nipple into her mouth, closing her lips around the base, but not biting. Without pulling her head back, she simply sucked a bit, gradually increasing the vacuum, tugging the nub away from the breast.

I sucked Gaby's thumb into my mouth, teasing the fleshy pad at the base with my tongue. Then I rolled her hand over, easing my mouth upwards, timing it so that my lips shifted seamlessly from the tip of one digit to the next, and caressing each tip with my tongue. Finally, my eyes shifting from Espy to Gaby, I locked onto her glance as I swallowed her baby finger, plunging my head up and down with increased vigour, mimicking the usual manner in which she most enjoyed having her clit attacked. 

Gaby moaned, her earlier anger dissipating as her knees weakened. Jazzy turned, releasing her lip lock, and smiled. Without a word, she ran her fingers gently across Gaby's groin, barely stroking her slit. Then, Jazzy took Gaby's hand in her own, like a parent teaching a child to print. She tenderly placed Gaby's palm beneath Espy's breast.

"Pause here, feel her breathe. Enjoy the warmth. Let it build as she anticipates your touch. Notice how the night air stiffens her nipple even before you touch it, but as her breathing slows and the flesh blushes, the point becomes longer, and seems to want to explode off the body."

Without further comment, Jazzy dragged Gaby's hand up, firmly closing it around the lower curve of Espy's tit. 

"Now work from the outside edge inwards, focus on the flesh, let the nipple wait, make her pant with anticipation as she warms. The young blonde gasped, sighed and moaned as my bride followed these instructions. Espy staggered a bit, needing to shift and spread her legs apart.

Jazzy laughed. "I think that Espy likes this much better than the way you did it earlier. Now knead her tit, massage it, and roll it in your hand. No - don't touch the nipple yet."

Gaby startled me by leaning forward and kissing me, while never releasing Espy's flesh. My bride's tongue stabbed between my teeth, but then darted away, as if leaving me to think it was all a dream.

Jazzy copied Gaby, treating Espy to a kiss, making her moan deeper. The next surprise followed right after, as Gaby broke off our kiss and then nudged her face alongside Jazzy's. This forced the blondes to stop kissing just long enough for Gaby's tongue to flick across Espy's lips even as Jazzy's tongue was still exiting Espy's mouth. For a brief instant, I just stood there, watching all three tongues intertwine.

After a few seconds which seemed like stop action, Jazzy pulled back and said to Gaby. "Now you may ease the nipple away from her tit, but don't be too gentle. "Jazzy closed her fingers over Gaby's hand and guided her through the process. Espy swooned, her knees buckling until Jazzy threw an arm around her. This over corrected the movement, tossing Espy forward and knocking all four of us to the sand in a jumble.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 03



My right hand ended up on Espy's left breast. My left hand cupped Gaby's right leg just above the knee. My face was buried deep between Jazzy's thighs. I felt skin rubbing against my cock through my shorts, gradually realizing that it was Jazzy's foot. I was less quick to figure out whether she was struggling to get out from under me, or intending to arouse me even more than I already was. 

It seemed that Jazzy was on the bottom of the pile, though we were all twisted together. Gaby was the Queen of the castle, with more of her on top. Espy's body was sandwiched between Gaby and me, but where I was trapped face down, she was looking upwards, and her head was lower than mine. She murmured appreciatively as I massaged her flesh, not even thinking, merely obeying my reflexes. It seemed natural when she rolled over and kissed me, although this knocked my bride from my grasp, sending her sprawling off the top of the mound.

"What the fu....." Gaby was shocked back to reality. As I in turn shifted to a sitting position, I wondered briefly whether she was about to once again run screaming to our room, as she had when confronted by a similar situation in the bush.

And run off she did. Except this time, she ran in long graceful strides that spoke of joy. She was halfway down the beach, and turned back to yell at us, "Last one to our room mixes drinks." 

Then I lost sight of her in the night, her pale skin fading in the shadows.

I had pulled myself up into a sitting position by then, allowing Espy and Jazzy to stand, shaking sand out of their clothes, and crevices. As Jazzy pulled her sarong casually away from her body, my cock again stirred in appreciation. I glanced down and confirmed it had not burst out of my shorts, though the zipper had been either forced open by the weight of my tumescence, or one of the blondes had acted quickly while I was distracted.

Neither of them gave any indication that they intended to take advantage of me out on the beach, however. First Espy, then Jaz, ran off in pursuit of my bride, giggling as they left me well behind. After a moment, I took off as well, but did not try to pass them, judging my pace so that I reached the room just a step or three behind. I figured that being bartender would both be a nice subservient gesture, and would allow me a few minutes as a voyeur, while events unfolded. Perhaps Jazzy's fantasy of she and I watching Espy seduce Gaby might yet come true.

By the time I got into the room, Gaby was already disrobing. I paused to watch, marveling over how my shy bride, in just a couple of days, had shed her inhibitions, not bothering to close the doors as she stripped totally and climbed into the shower.

"This is great to rinse the sand off. Who wants to join me?" she called.

I looked at the girls. They looked at me, as if wondering whether I was about to claim first dibs. Jazzy broke the standoff, shoving Espy onto the bed with one hand and pushing me towards Gaby. As my momentum carried me to the bathroom, I struggled quickly out of my clothes.

My wife greeted me under the pulsating steamy spray with handfuls of lather. She soaped up my chest, and then spun us around, the water running down my chest and shoulders as she backed me up against the wall. She rinsed her hands quickly and began stroking my hard cock with both hands, gripping it around the root and pulling hard, as if stretching me. My tip began teasing her labia, which opened gradually like petals responding to the morning visit of a friendly bee stinger. I sensed that in a moment I might lose our bet, but would she still abandon the resort rather than going nude on the mandatory day?

"Look at them," Gaby moaned, interrupting my thoughts. I followed her eyes over to the bed, where Jazzy was pleasuring Espy with practiced kisses all around her inner thighs.

"Do you think you'd like some of that?" I asked.

This caused Gaby to pause, as she considered the issue. She looked down at her own swollen tits, with her nipples so hard they stuck out like diamonds.

"Obviously, the idea excites me. But still, I don't feel ready yet. Maybe because this is my honeymoon, or, maybe..." she stopped without completing the thought.

I swung her out of the shower, like she was the loose end of a line in crack the whip. Water sprayed all around as she was flung all the way to the bed, falling on top of the exhausted blondes.

"I think we should eat something. You haven't eaten in almost a full day." I called room service for an express fruit platter.

While we waited, my attention was diverted still to the bed where Espy had rolled over into a doggy position. My cock pulsed harder in Gaby's hands. She grinned up at me. "Wishing you were over there yourself?" she asked.

"It is a great view," I replied, "but let's finished your thought. Why else aren't you ready to try girl sex?"

Gaby stepped back, releasing her grip on my shaft. The gap between us now made accidental violation of the limits of the game unlikely. My bride blushed, again displaying that shyness I liked, but at the same time longed to corrupt.

"Um, er ..." she stammered.

Just then room service arrived. The tiny but shapely serving girl was a welcome change from the portly waiter of the prior day.

"How old are you, little one?" Jazzy boldly inquired, encouraged no doubt by the way in which the ebony maid was staring at the blondes on the bed.

"Nineteen next week, Ma'am," she squeaked. 

"Old enough to..." Espy giggled.

Despite the dark skin, I saw the girl blush. "I know what you are thinking, Ma'am. They fired Yanic Monday for sexing the guests. I need my job. I got three brothers to support at home."

"Well, they can't fire you if you just watch can they?" Gaby responded. I was once again shocked by my bride's boldness. 

"I ...I ...guess not," the girl agreed.

"What's your name?" Gaby asked gently, steering the youth to the end of the bed.

"Cassie, Ma'am," she replied meekly, sitting next to my bride.

As Gaby and I grazed the fruit platter, Jazzy pulled a big tote bag, which I recognized as Espy's, out from under our bed. 

"How did that get here," I thought, meaning not to say it out loud, so I was surprised when Gaby replied.

"Espy brought it over earlier. She said she wanted to show me some toys."

"Did that tempt you too?"

Gaby turned a darker shade of crimson as Jazzy's hand emerged from Espy's bag of tricks grasping a bundle of straps attached to a huge plastic cock. Though I had never seen a strap on except in movies, I knew that this was what Espy was about to enjoy. Jazzy began wrapping the straps around her hips like a practiced performer. My cock was so excited; it almost grew enough to bridge the gap to Gaby's cunt.

"I was excited by the toys, but I really discovered I wanted to share them with you."

"You wanted to fuck my ass with that dildo?"

"Nooo, silly. I wanted you to watch me play."

"And what girl would you think of as you played?" I asked to get back to the topic of a moment before, even as I edge closer so that my mushroom was rubbing against Gaby's belly, and her nipples were drilling into my chest. 

I felt Cassie's breath warm my cockhead. She was sitting just a few inches away, unable to take her eyes off of my cock for long, but also fascinated by Jazzy's actions. 

There was yet another pause as we watched Espy humping back against Jazzy's fierce thrust. Espy was already so wet, the plastic cock had smoothly entered her cunt in a single deep push, and now the twosome rocked violently. Jazzy had to grasp Espy's tits as handles to avoid being tossed off. 

Espy began groaning, her tempo and volume increasing. I sensed that soon, the groans would merge into a single climactic scream.

Cassie fingers moved slowly, one hand teasing with the edge of her skirt, and the other fingers lightly caressing her erect nipples through her stiff grey uniform. I noticed that the dress had a zipper down the front. Taking Gaby's hand in mine, I used my wife to undo Cassie's top. A bounty of ripe young cleavage burst into display, supported by a lacy shelf bra. Gaby jumped back, as if afraid of getting struck in the eye by Cassie's rock hard nipples. I noticed that Gaby kept glancing at the other women, but then would close her eyes before touching herself.

Suddenly, a light bulb lit up bright in my brain. "It's Carla you want, isn't it," I said to Gaby, "you want to be eaten by your best friend, by your maid of honour."

"It isn't so much that I want her," Gaby mumbled, looking down, which meant she was staring at my cock, resurgent once again to greater heights than ever. 

"It's more that I think I owe to her to be my first, she's wanted me for so long, and I've resisted her," Gaby admitted, now redder than ever. She looked up and away, but this brought her eyes over to the bed again, where Espy and Jazzy simultaneously collapsed with a roar. "Now I'm afraid that these girls are turning me on so much, I might not be able to wait. Maybe I should just fuck you to take the edge off."

"What about our bet?" I asked.

"Screw the bet," Gaby replied.

I laughed then, seeing a solution. "What about trying out the toys to take the edge off?"

"Perfect," laughed Gaby.

"What about you, Cassie, do you like toys?" Gaby asked.

"The only toys I know are my little brothers." Again she blushed. "Sometimes, I do special services for the men guests to get extra tips to buy them new ones."

"Do you ever earn tips from women guests?" Gaby inquired. As they talked, I eased Cassie's dress off, and pulled her to a standing position, letting it fall to the floor. Her brief panties matched her bra. All four of us paused and gasped at the girl's perfect body.

"Women tip better, at least for what they want from me," Cassie admitted, her voice growing in strength.

"And what is it that they want?" asked Gaby, her fingers caressing her own breast. Cassie copied the motion, brushing the bra cup away to bare her left nipple, and then tweaking it gently before replying. "They each want different things. Most that wants me in a three-way with their men. They get very disappointed when I tell them no fucking, only sucking. Then they usually change their minds and want to just watch."

She paused, blushing all over her body, but also shrugged her bra completely off and gave her right nipple some attention. "Though some jump straight to asking whether I will eat them, or sometimes, they just want to taste me. None have just wanted to play with toys before."

"Well, that's all we want today," I said, turning back to check on Jazzy and Espy.

Only then did I realize that I had turned down a chance to consummate my marriage and still have my bride go nude on National Nude Day. I didn't hear Cassie's response when Gaby asked whether Cassie ever agreed to the pussy eating requests.

I shrugged, amused at my actions, and hurried over to watch the toy play. I flopped in the handy overstuffed armchair just as Jazzy dug into Espy's magic tote and handed Gaby a very realistic but large rubber purple phallus. It had to be ten inches long, and was too thick for Jazzy to get her fingers fully around.

"Oh my good, that's fat." I ejaculated the words out of my brain through my lips without editing.

"Been conducting a survey, Seth?" teased Jazzy.

"Well, Seth has nothing to be ashamed of in the size department anyhow," Espy added.

"And Espy HAS been conducting a survey, up close and personally," Jazzy continued.

We all doubled over in giddy laughter except for Gaby, who was still staring at the dildo in Jazzy's fist, a puzzled look on her face. "How do I start?" she asked in a little girl voice. 

"I'll show you. Espy can be my demonstration aid."

As Jazzy searched the depths of the tote bag, Espy began licking her own juices off of the fake cock which was still strapped around Jazzy's hips. As she worked, she made eye contact with Gaby, as if daring her to join in. I found myself wishing that one of them would do that for me, not even caring which one. At that moment, the marriage, fidelity, the fact that this was my honeymoon, all were forgotten. Without even realizing what I was doing, I began stroking my cock.

Cassie and Gaby were snuggled closely together, Cassie licking my bride's neck as they both watched Jazzy. A shiver ran through Gaby's body as she flicked her eyes across from Espy, at the head of the bed, to me in the chair. She tentatively rubbed the head of the fake cock across her slit as she dreamily caressed her own breast. Her tongue darted across her lips. Her fingers roamed along Cassie's body, as if they had a life of their own, separate from Gaby's mind.

"I can't suck that," she told Espy, almost apologetically.

"Then suck Seth, I bet he'd like that."

Before Gaby could act, or respond, Jazzy exclaimed triumphantly, "I knew this was in there somewhere. Espy never travels without it."

Her hand emerged from the tote brandishing a shiny vibrator equipped with a smaller secondary finger sized tool branching out of the fat main cylinder.

"What's that for?" Gaby asked.

"The little one stimulates the clit directly while I fuck myself with the vibrating tube," Espy explained. "Watch how Jazzy uses it, and then sort of copy it."

"After a while, you can close your eyes and lay back, just do what comes naturally," Jazzy said reassuringly as Espy undid the straps holding the earlier weapon in place, making room for Jazzy to ease the new toy between her soaked thighs. 

We all watched as Jazzy stabbed the vibrator between her labia several times, just as calmly as if she was in a dark bedroom alone, ignoring our presence even as she stared at Gaby, daring her to follow along. Then Jazzy buried the toy deep inside her cunt, holding it in place for at least two minutes.

Jazzy began moaning desperately as the buzzing tip massaged her clit. Maybe it was the excited look on Jazzy's face which gave Gaby the confidence to push the head of the purple cock through the gates of her pussy, and thrust it inside, going deeper with each stroke. 

Cassie slid out of Gaby's embrace and slid across the bed, adding her tongue to the sex games, licking Jazzy's ass, first cleaning up the juices flowing out along her thighs, but shocking even Jazzy by then thrusting her pink tip deep into Jazzy's back hole. She started pumping it in, out and around as if it was a cock. This was the answer to the earlier question about how far she would go to earn tips.

My hand was now flying along my shaft, curling around the mushroom at the top of each stroke, my fingers teasing the sensitive flap under my cockhead. My pee slit was gasping open, as if trying to breathe. I could feel my balls tightening, my load getting ready to explode.

"Faster..." Jazzy instructed, closing her eyes as if to signal that her next climax was also building. 

Espy grabbed the hard dildo from the strap on and frantically started fucking herself, her hips leaping off the bed as she tried to catch up.

My wife, despite her inexperience with the toy, had quickly figured out how to use her fingers to stretch her pussy lips wider, stretching them open for the dildo, to fuck herself more fully. Gaby now had her head tossed back, her eyes also closed, tongue hanging loose on her lips as the toy thrust deeper into her cunt, each stroke increasing the tempo. I could see moisture flooding out of her slit, coating her thighs.

"God, this feels so good, it's stretching me so much," she sighed. She drove the toy in and out faster as she got used to the feel of it. "I feel like such a nasty little slut, like I have a strange cock fucking my cunt, filling me fuller than I've ever been stuffed before."

She reddened again, her old self-consciousness returning. "Oh, gee, I'm sorry Seth...I don't mean that your cock is small or anything...."

Espy giggled at that, "No, I think we can all see that Seth has quite enough meat to fill any girl as much as she really needs."

This allowed Gaby to relax again, and she ran her free hand across her nipples, and then squeezed the tip between her fingers, drawing it away from her body and twisting. Espy and Jazzy suddenly were following Gaby's lead, playing with their tits as they fucked themselves. Cassie was locked between Jazzy's thighs, but also had a hand free, and was dramatically fisting her tight pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit. The sight of clear fluids shiny on her black skin made me shiver so hard I had to look away.

But then, I was hypnotized by the sight of Jazzy ramming the buzzing clit stimulator against her love button. Her whole body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure made her bounce up off the bed, but she never slowed down.

Jazzy glanced across at her pupil without missing a stroke. "Slide a couple of fingers above the dildo and caress your clit," she advised Gaby, who followed along. I noticed that Espy copied the action. 

I suspected that Jazzy might already have climaxed, but that wasn't stopping her from wanting more. She did pause though to reach into Espy's tote again.

Cassie took that moment to slip off the bed. Glancing quickly at Gaby, Cassie began stroking my shaft. She bent over to lick it, but, unsure of where my bet stood, I whispered, "Let's just watch."

Jazzy dragged a short pointy rubber object out of the tote.

"Oh my god, the butt plug," Espy gasped. Cassie, Gaby and I froze. I was fascinated. My bride looked stunned again, as she had each time Jazzy had escalated the adventure. Yet I knew that each time tonight, she had ended up being an enthusiastic participant, just on her own terms.

"Have you ever ass fucked?" Jazzy asked Gaby.

"No," Gaby breathed in a tiny voice.

"Double penetration is especially intense," Espy explained, "let me show you."

She rolled over once again onto all fours. She continued fucking herself with the rigid cock in her fist. Jazzy took a moment to coat the butt plug, using some of Espy's own juices which were flowing freely between her thighs. Jazzy also took enough time to lick up some of the surplus, making Espy writhe in joy. She then rolled her tongue around Espy's anus, using Espy's own juices as lube to ready her for the next stage, and also teasing her rectum open with soft flicks of her tongue.

I glanced back and forth between them and Gaby, who, after brief hesitation, was once again twisting the purple cock deep inside her pussy. Both Gaby and I stared intently as Jazzy slowly worked the tip of the plug through the tight ring of muscle guarding Espy's anus, and then gently probed deeper. The tapered toy slid easily inside. Jazzy twisted it, and then edged it out again. Espy spread her legs wider, giving us a clear view of both toys pleasing her two holes. 

Cassie continued fisting herself with one hand and my cock with the other.

I wondered briefly whether Jazzy would like me to fill her third hole with my pulsing cock, but then decided that Gaby really deserved my load instead.

Jazzy never paused in either fucking Espy or shifting the vibrator around the edges of her soaked cunt. Soon, she began thrusting the tip hard against her clit, without slowing her attack on Espy, who in turn began thumbing her clit as she stroked the dildo deep into her cunt, obviously timing it so that she achieved maximum fullness as both toys were buried at once.

"I never knew anal could look like so much fun," Gaby moaned, "maybe we should try it someday."

She had a pair of fingers on either side of the dildo, stretching her pussy open, and then she began copying Espy, flicking her thumb across her own clit.

"I'm soooooo close," sighed Jazzy, without letting up on any of her activities. 

Espy mumbled something, maybe, "me too."

Gaby just groaned loudly, her eyes glazed over, unfocussed.

Precum was now seeping from my slit. I used it as lubricant, squeezing the fleshy bulb, wondering which pair of extraordinary tits I ought to anoint with my cream. Would Gaby be upset if it wasn't hers? Would she lick my sperm off another girl? Would she prefer that Cassie or Jazzy or Espy clean her?




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 03



"This is almost as much fun as a girl nibbling on my clit," Jazzy moaned, drawing my attention back to the immediate action. I watched Jazzy's practiced fingers deftly twisting the vibrator, varying the sensations pulsating through her body. She must have decided then to focus on her own pleasure, easing the butt plug gradually out of Espy's ass.

Jazzy's comment had also brought a grin to Gaby's face. I bet myself that she was imagining that it was Carla finger fucking her, or that instead of the dildo, that it was Carla's tongue buried deep inside of her cunt. Perhaps she might even be considering another cock – perhaps Kevin, our best man, who Carla had blown before the wedding, even though he was married - or Peter, or Lars. Then I realized it was most likely Yanic, the strong parasailing instructor, who had been fired Monday night for fucking the guests. I shrugged, deciding that if I could get off watching the blondes playing, that Gaby was entitled to her fantasies as well. 

"I wish I had a cock coming on my tits," added Espy, as if she had read my mind. She was laying back against the headboard, the slick fake cock thumping furiously into her womb, her fingers, slick with her own lubrication, kneading her clit. The sight of her firm young tits bouncing freely pushed me even closer to the point of no return.

"I just want to watch Seth explode into the air like a fucking cannon going off," moaned Gaby, all shyness abandoned.

"Like fucking fireworks," added Jazzy.

"A fountain," suggested Espy, her back arching as she gasped out each word, clearly about to burst through to orgasm.

"Fucking Old Faithful," Gaby shouted.

My cock was dancing in Cassie's hand, waggling from side to side, the surge anxious to begin, responding to the talk of explosions, and to the sight of all three women now furiously fucking themselves with rapid deep thrusts, no longer controlling their tempo.

Jazzy climaxed first, convulsing with pleasure, her whole body shaking as she forced the vibrator in one last time, and then it seemed as if her cunt spit it out onto the mattress. She screamed so loudly that her voice echoed from every corner of the room.

Espy was next, her cries increasing in intensity as she bore down on her toy, forcing it deeper and deeper into her cunt, until she too collapsed, falling back onto the mound of pillows.

Gaby followed instantly, yelling her delight as my sperm coated her chest while orgasm wracked her flesh. As I came, I saw Jazzy lean forward, her tongue darting out to lift pearls of semen off of my bride's tits. I closed my eyes, bracing to ride the storm.

But when I awoke, it was morning again. Jazzy, Espy and my bride were sleeping in the bed with me, in a tangled mass. Cassie had apparently slipped away back to work. I made a mental note to attend to her tip later.

Then I realized that this was the dawn of National Nude Day. I had won my bet. My bride would go nude, and I could have sex. Finally.

I chuckled, realizing that one thing I learned on this honeymoon was that there was a lot more to sex than fucking. I hoped that on National Nude Day, I would learn even more. 



Nude Beach Bride Ch. 04



It was Thursday at last.

National Nude Day dawned, as my bride, Gabriella, slept sprawled in our honeymoon bed with our newfound blonde friends, Jazzy and Espy. The two young women were long time lovers, who indulged in passionate play at the resort where we were all staying. They showed no jealousy, and seemed to love sharing. 

As the week had progressed, my formerly shy wife had gradually become bolder, revealing more of herself, both physically and emotionally. Wednesday night, we had played sexually, but had not actually had sex with others. We also had not had sex with each other.

Our marriage was still unconsummated, technically at least. Gaby had wagered me that if I could resist fucking either her or any other girls until today, she would walk about the resort in the nude, since National Nude day was the one day that clothing was not optional,. The rules of the day required any guests not prepared to be naked to spend the day in the nearby town. 

Gaby's maid of honour, Carla, had planned this with me, without telling Gaby. We both thought my bride needed to loosen up a bit. If Carla was here to see how well the plan was progressing, she would have jumped into bed with us to celebrate. Instead, I slowly realized that what had awoken me were the soft sounds of Jazzy and Espy engaged in what I suspected was their normal wake up ritual.

Espy, the smaller more submissive one, had her head buried between Jazzy's thighs. Her tongue was dancing in languid circles, darting near Jazzy's gash, which was still swollen from all of the sex the night before. Espy was obviously practiced in teasing her lover, never quite touching the most delicate lips with her tongue. Jazzy moaned, spreading her legs apart. She reached down, raking her fingers through Espy's long blonde hair. 

"That's it sweetie, eat me. You know just how to please me more than any mere man ever could with a cock," Jazzy muttered quietly, apparently not wanting to wake Gaby or me, assuming she wasn't aware that I was watching.

Jazzy pushed her feet across to opposite corners of the bed, making more room for Espy to slide fully in between her knees. I watched Espy's tongue run up Jazzy's slit just once, causing Jazzy to shudder from the electricity that I knew she must have felt. It was like a spark was jumping across the bed to my cock, which began swelling in appreciation of the vision.

I watched Espy licking Jazzy with increasing fervour, alternating slow upward actions with quick stabs, until Jazzy could no longer contain her demands for more pleasure.

"Fuck me honey, fuck me with your tongue. Fuck me with your fist. Fuck me with your toes. I don't care, just fuuuuck me," she screamed, tossing her head wildly from side to side. 

This finally woke Gaby up. She rolled onto her side and silently watched the two blondes from up close. Jazzy's fingers drifted across her chest until she was caressing her nipples. I stroked my cock as I watched Gaby's nubs harden as she watched.

Gaby smiled across at me and slowly slipped her hand up inside my leg, pressing hard enough not to tickle. She paused and rubbed my inner thigh, stopping just short of touching my cock, her fingertips barely brushing my nest of pubic hair where it curled below my swollen balls.

"I'm surprised that you're so heavy after all the fun last night," she whispered, politely not distracting Espy, who was still busily eating Jazzy. She giggled. "I guess what you need is a good fucking."

My cockhead bobbed up and down as if nodding agreement. I smiled, pleased at how my uptight wife had blossomed on our honeymoon. Carla had been right. The nude resort was the perfect place to help Gaby throw off the shackles of her conservative upbringing.

"Maybe we should wait until you perform your half of the bet though," I decided. 

The invisible devil on my shoulder whispered in my ear, "Are you nuts? You haven't fucked all week, and this is your honeymoon."

The angel on the other shoulder just grinned, knowing that waiting would drive Gaby crazy, and ensure that the eventual sex was especially memorable. Fucking now might just be an anti-climax. After all, we had sex before we were married, though it had always been conventional and uninspiring. Gaby had already done and watched things this week which went well past her former boundaries.

"Maybe you'd rather fuck one of them, is that it? Now that I'm an old married woman, I'm not attractive?" Gaby was teasing, but her voice was louder, and startled Jazzy.

"Oh, baby, I don't know who Seth wants to fuck, but every guy in the resort will be looking at you today, thinking how lucky he is to be your husband. If you let Seth fuck us, then he'll have to let you pick a couple of fresh guys for you to try."

"I think we ought to fuck each other first," I said. Clearly the angel had won.

"I'm not ready to fuck another guy, especially on my honeymoon," Gaby said. 

I could not help but notice that she was not ruling out swinging after we returned home. I grinned, knowing how pleased Kevin and Carla might be. But that was for the future. Now, I had to get Gaby out of the bed and displaying her nudity to the world, ensuring that she reinforced her newfound self confidence. 

The better question was posed by Espy, who looked up from Jazzy's steamy pussy and asked, "What are you going to do about that hard cock then, Seth?" "I'd love to watch you give him a hand job, Gaby," Jazzy moaned. "That would put me right over the top."

She then reached down again and nudged Espy's mouth back onto her swollen clit. I rolled onto my side and watched as the young blonde nibbled softly on the tender flesh.

"Oh, God, I love the feeling of your tongue on my clit," Jazzy yelled, tossing about on the bed wildly. 

Gaby shifted closer to me, sliding tight up against my back, her lips by my ear. Her nipples drilled into my flesh, bearing testament to the fact that she shared the excitement. She stroked my balls as her tongue flicked a sweet pulse point at the top of my neck. My cock responded by filling with blood, straining up from my groin, desperately begging for release.

Gaby still worked slowly, flicking her tongue in and out of my ear, and then nibbling the earlobe as if copying Espy, who now added a finger to her actions, probing inside Jazzy, at first just exploring, but gradually building up a fucking rhythm. Jazzy's hips started jumping up off the mattress to meet Espy's lips, and my muscles began doing the same. Finally, Gaby's hand found my shaft, but she let me do the work. Her palm was like a tunnel that I drilled into as I thrust forward and back, watching our friends' lesbian lust just inches away.

"Yeah, Seth, fuck her fist while I fist fuck Jazzy," Espy moaned. She slid a second finger beside her first, thrusting harder and deeper into Jazzy's cunt, spreading the labia even wider. 

"Look at the moisture flooding down Jazzy's thighs," Gaby said. "I guess we'll need fresh sheets. "

Gaby paused and giggled, then added, "I wonder if the housekeeping will be a gal for you to fuck, or a guy with a nice hard cock for me."

"Well, if it was a woman, I'd happily share her with you," I replied, my cock throbbing fatter with each syllable, "but how about what you said a moment ago about not fucking around on our honeymoon?"

"Maybe she's decided what happens at the resort stays at the resort," Jazzy sighed as Espy now had three fingers fucking her.

Gaby tightened her fingers around the base of my cock and gave it a sharp little squeeze. "I don't know why you want me to turn into a slut so much, because if I do, there might be no turning back, you know."

"Jazzy's wrong then?"

Gaby chuckled. I focussed on the pair beside us, watching Espy curl her fourth finger beside the first three and thrust wrist deep into Jazzy.

"Not wrong," Gaby replied, "but I've been listening to what you've said about Carla, and Kevin, and I know that if we start fucking around down here, we'll never stop. Be careful what you wish for."

She squeezed harder, and then raked her fingernails across the tender flesh of my scrotum.

"I think we know what his cock is wishing for right now," Jazzy interjected.

"Do we?" replied Gaby, resuming stroking my shaft, while focussed closely upon watching Espy tonguing and fisting Jazzy. "Maybe he wants a nice warm pussy, but I bet he'd be just as happy with soft warm lips surrounding his glans."

She paused and flicked her thumb nail along my slit, eliciting a drop of precum. "That would also leave the question of whose cunt, or whose mouth he most wants to come in. Have I denied him long enough that my familiar womb gets this load? Or does he really want to fuck Espy while you come all over her face?"

Jazzy was too busy moaning to reply. Espy now was thrusting her tiny fist right up inside her lover, pausing when the wrist came back out to thumb Jazzy's clit, and then nibbling that bouncing bud as she thrust harder and deeper, like a solid cocksman fucking a bride. Like I should have done to my bride, on the first night of this honeymoon. Despite the stimulating circumstances, I found my attention wandering, asking myself how I had let Gaby take me to this strange deal, where our wedding remained unconsummated five nights later.

"Maybe I should get Espy to fist fuck me, and let Seth drill you first!" teased Gaby. Or at least I assumed she was kidding, since I thought we had both just agreed that at least our first fucking of the honeymoon ought to be with each other.

"Tooo fucking laaaaate," roared Jazzy, thrashing wildly on the bed as her string of tremors exploded in a wave of climax. She held Espy's head firmly to her clit, so that no matter how much Jazzy's hips bucked, the tongue lashing continued until the larger girl's passion was totally spent, and she sank back into the pillows with a heartfelt sigh.

Gaby was so enthralled by the display that, although she never loosened her grip on my cock, her fist remained motionless.

Espy slowly lapped her lover's wet thighs, cleaning her fluids off of the well tanned dewy skin, gradually slowing her hand motions so as not to cease too abruptly. Finally, she completed her task and lay between Jazzy's legs, her head using a toned quad for a pillow. The younger woman looked across the bed to my wife and I, then giggled.

"You can't let Seth go outside with that hard cock, Gaby. That would be rude on nude day."

"What should we do about it?" Gaby replied, once again slowly teasing my cock, keeping it rigid, but not quite allowing me release. 

"I loved watching you suck him off the other day when Jazzy and I were on the beach and you were in here. Seeing it up close would be even hotter."

My cock, as if with a brain of its own, nodded up and down in Gaby's hand, encouraging her to agree.

"Just lay back, relax and watch," Gaby said, and then she leaned across and tenderly kissed Espy's lips, which still glistened with Jazzy's flow. As if unconsciously, Gaby's free hand slid along Espy's lush young body, lingering to caress her full tit, pausing to tweak an already excited nipple, finally stroking just above the young blonde's obviously engorged clit.

I noticed Jazzy look from this show across to meet me in the eye. I imagined that she wanted to ask me whether we cared if Gaby ate Espy. 

That moment passed however, with Gaby again kissing Espy, this time more forcefully, tongue exploring within lips, emerging coated with Jazzy's spunk. 

Gaby wasted no time then in twisting around to kiss me before I had any chance to resist the transfer of tastes. My lips spoke silently, parting to sample and then savour the treat.

Meanwhile, Gaby seemed to realize that she still had a firm grip on my more than firm cock. She slowly stroked once up and then once down my length, taking extra time to add to the drama for our excited audience. Her lips spread wide and her shiny white teeth grinned broadly as Gaby made eye contact first with Espy, then with Jazzy, and then finally held eye contact with me. 

Without a word, Gaby dropped her head to my lap, swallowing my length in one gulp, her jaw opened wide so that only the slightest sensation of her tongue against the underside of my shaft evidenced her deep throating me. Just as quickly, she raised her mouth up, clamping tightly only at the level of the ridge at the bottom of my swollen mushroom.

Now it was my hips, not Jazzy's, levitating up off the bed. I wanted to fuck my bride's face, but her teeth raked my tender flesh harder the more I tried. 

As Gaby rolled her tongue under my helmet, Jazzy stirred and said, "Not the biggest cock I've ever seen, but it looks like a nice mouthful."

Gaby nodded up and down as if to agree, but in the result deep throated me twice.

"Don't try to talk with your mouth full," Espy advised. 

Incredibly, all this attention was making my aching weapon swell even fatter. I knew from the past few days that whether or not my once shy bride had seen bigger cocks before our marriage, she certainly had seen some fine specimens flopping around the beach, and even more so the erect ones we had seen our new friends sucking and fucking.

The sight of Jazzy's pink tongue moistening her own lips as she stared at Gaby's teeth teasing the flap under my cockhead made my balls tighten. Gaby wisely gripped my root firmly, delaying my release.

Espy's fingers, still moist with Jazzy's juices, drifted down her own body, stroking those firm tits, pausing to massage her nipples, and finally, brushing open the petals of her tender rose. Her breathing slowed and she started to pant. She was staring directly at where my cock met Gaby's lips.

The head of my cock was throbbing, the slit gaping open as Gaby alternately stroked my shaft and brushed her tongue across the very tip, teeth still bared, nipping right along where the tenderest flesh curved inwards. She captured a bit of precum on her lips, which now glistened to match Espy's. 

Still holding me tightly, Gaby raised her head for a moment and leaned across the bed. With her free hand, she guided Jazzy's mouth to hers. They held a long lingering kiss while Espy sighed, sliding into orgasm. Finally, they broke loose. This time when Jazzy ran her tongue over her lips, she tasted my essence. "Mmmm. Not the biggest, but perhaps the best tasting I've ever tried."

My cock throbbed even harder, hoping that perhaps she might want a sample directly from the source. Gaby put those thoughts out of both my heads, by lowering her mouth once again to my cock.

"That's it, suck it, stick that cock down your throat and swallow a fat load of come," Espy moaned. Her eyes were half shut but she was still watching my erection, her fingers deeply thrust into her own cunt. I noticed that our hips were bouncing off the bed in a matching tempo. 

Jazzy kept an eye on Gaby, but slid down the bed to add her tongue onto Espy's clit. Before she licked that little erection though, she raked her nails across my balls. "Of course, my lover hopes you won't swallow it all," Jazzy added, "Espy will love a snowball."

I was being held on the extreme edge of pleasure, the pressure in my balls building painfully. I was silently creaming inside as Gaby, usually a diffident cocksucker, slowly lowered her mouth down my length, her teeth scraping the flesh. She raised her head slightly. I could see the fat bulb of my helmet bulging in her cheek as she rolled it with her tongue. I glanced over and saw that Jazzy had Espy also at the edge of climax. 

Gaby repeated her actions again and again, each time more slowly on the way down, but faster on the way up, and each time clamping her teeth a bit tighter. 

Suddenly, Espy screamed in ultimate ecstasy. Jazzy lifted her head away from the shaking hips. Without thinking, Gaby also reared back. At that moment, a torrent of gism burst out up from my balls, shooting high in the air out of my hole. Great gobs of goo splashed onto all three women from my quivering cock before my bride could lower her mouth back down to capture the continuing flood.

I sank back onto the mattress, watching Jazzy licking pearls of my seed off of Espy's tummy, and then slide up her friend's reclining form to share my taste with the youngest member of our little play group.

By the time that the two blondes broke their kiss, Gaby was done hoovering the last drop of semen out of my tubes. My heart was still beating fast, even though my poor aching testes could pump no more.

Gaby looked across the bed at Jazzy, a string of gism drooling from her lower lip. As my deflated cock sank to my thigh, I watched my wife lean across my body and swap my seed first to one blonde and then to the other. 

I lay back on the bed as I watched the limber pink tongues dart from lip to lip, trading bits of semen from one mouth to the next, occasionally pulling back just a bit to slurp a stray droplet from a lower lip, or lick a sheen off of a chin. Whichever blonde was not busy kissing Gaby at any moment worked on licking the other women's flesh, searching for more traces of come to trade.

"This is so fucking hot," I sighed, before I realized that breaking the mood might just chase Gaby back into her pre marital shell. Would she suddenly realize the sheer depravity of her actions? 

"You taste great, even second hand," Jazzy responded, as she gently teased Gaby's labia. Since Gaby had engaged in a brief lesbian play with Jazzy, Espy and the chambermaid last night, this was not totally shocking. After all of the build up, it did not take long for my bride to orgasm, a gush of juice leaking down her thighs. Jazzy quickly lowered her head and began licking Gaby clean.

Gaby sighed at the attention, her head buried in the plush pillows. "Espy, I think you should see if you can revive Seth. He's earned his turn at my cunt."

Not even the prospect of this nubile young blonde deep throating me could make my tired member respond.

"Milked dry," Espy giggled, gesturing at my tired organ. 

Without a word, the three women seemed to agree what to do next.

I had thought Gaby might ease into National Nude day, perhaps going topless a while, only shedding her bottom later. That was not the case, however. Jazzy grabbed Gaby's left hand, and Espy her right, and all three ran right out our sliding patio door, still naked, stray bits of come glistening on their skin, across the beach and into the ocean.

Every pair of male eyes, and most female ones, on the beach followed the three beauties as they ran across the sand. Gaby and the blondes cavorted in the surf, playing like puppies, or perhaps porpoises, their sleek flesh sparkling with sea salt in the sun. I stood and went over to the patio door for a better view.

I realized from the sparse audience scattered along the shore that it was barely dawn. My bride's Nude Day adventure would be a full day. I smiled at that thought and my cock began stirring, revived already by the voyeuristic appeal of what I – or we, if my little brain was counted separately - imagined lay ahead. I knew, however, that no matter how exciting that I hoped the day could be, events would unfold differently. If the honeymoon so far was any indication, the reality would be even better than the fantasies.

My chubbiness became more engorged and I could not help but fondle my throbbing cock, watching several older gents adjusting their erections. A couple of the younger guys were already honouring National Nude Day, and were running into the water to hide their own automatic responses to the scenery, since obvious erections were considered an embarrassment to the wearer, as opposed to a compliment to the cause. A rule no doubt made up by middle aged 400 pound blubbery beached whales.

Moments later when my bride left Jazzy and Espy to play in the water, and walked up onto the beach, with her wet hair flying wildly in a moment worthy of Bo Derek's classic entrance in "10". No rules about embarrassing erections matter now. My cock returned to a full erection, but it was far from the only automatic reaction to this display.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 04



Every single pair of eyes on the beach admired Gaby as she jogged up from the water. I surveyed a dozen naked guys trying to shift and hide their involuntary reactions. An equal number turned to display their pride. A few here and there even started to touch or stroke their meat. At the far edge of the beach, I noticed a big breasted brunette, who was staring just as hard as any of the men, reach over and help her partner with his hard on.

Gaby glanced in the same direction, and paused briefly to watch as the strange woman started casually stroking her lover's sun bronzed member, obviously unconcerned with the watching eyes. It only required a few pumps for the shaft to fill. Even from a distance it was an impressive size. The woman's hand could not reach around his girth. Though the length was harder to estimate, her fist seemed puny in comparison. 'She could never deep throat all of that,' I thought.

My cock shrank a tad in embarrassment that his was so much bigger, and here my bride was standing fifty feet away watching it grow even larger. I was pretty certain she had never seen one that big before. She stood frozen, staring at the weapon on display.

Without thinking, my right hand grasped my flesh and squeezed. The familiar pressure made me return to turgidity quickly. 

My eyes flitted from my wife to the couple on the beach to the blondes at play in the water. Gaby paused on the sand, hands on her hips, her eyes following mine. As she breathed, her firm young tits greeted the sun. 

The brunette had nonchalantly stroked her partner into a full state of excitement. His thick rod easily filled her tiny hand, her fingertips not touching as she pumped his girth, her eyes also taking in Gaby's appearance, then glancing behind Gaby to watch Espy toss Jazzy over into the surf, and then fall on top, playfully hugging. There was an air of innocence to the fun the two blondes were having, but their nakedness added a clear sexual allure. It was as if we were all wondering whether or not Espy would disappear underwater to eat out Jazzy, and forget to come up for air. Of course, my cock, and others along the beach, also just enjoyed the sight of Jazzy's erect red nipples bouncing in and out of the waves.

As Gaby watched the brunette, she instinctively turned her body in that direction, and even automatically took a step towards the couple, before freezing in place. Her cheeks reddened into a blush as she looked down, and then over towards me. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, nervously, still capable of being worried about how I might react to her interest in the strangers.

The brunette had no such hesitation. She focussed her attention on our blonde friends, with a quick smile in Gaby's direction. Once her guy's rod was totally stiff, she twisted around on their blanket and with utter casual disregard for the public nature of her actions, she quickly lowered her head in a single smooth motion, opening her lips just as they passed over her lover's swollen mushroom like cockhead, so that I had no doubt that her teeth were raking that tender flesh, and her tongue was bathing the underside.

My hand slowly stroked my own meat as the brunette lowered her head and then raised it, deep throating that fat cock. I glanced across at Gaby and saw that her attention was glued to the two lovers on the blanket. She was totally on automatic pilot. Although there were still dozens of eyes watching her, her right palm caressed her left breast. As she tweaked her own nipple, her left hand trailed casually down her belly, only pausing when she reached her pubes. Her fingers trailed through her fine hair, brushing herself, not quite touching her slit.

I noticed that Jazzy and Espy had stopped playing and were now standing in the surf, fingers linked loosely together, watching the strangers make love on the beach. I admired how the sunlight sparkled on their tanned and toned bodies, and the sheen of their hair only for a moment before, like almost everyone else on the beach, I turned to watch the lovers.

His cock was big enough that her fingers could not reach around his shaft at the base, but she still gripped it, holding it upright to her mouth, although it was so stiff that I could hardly think it needed help pointing upwards. Her other hand cupped his giant ball sac in her palm. Again, his endowment flowed and flopped over the edge of her hand as she gently squeezed and kneaded his testes. She licked once up the underside of his shaft, from root to tip, her tongue flat. She paused just to toss her head once. At that point, if she hadn't known of the audience effect, she noticed. A huge grin spread across her mouth. She smiled up at her partner and dramatically licked her lips. He nodded; as if to confirm that he was comfortable being part of the show.

During the pause I looked back over at Gaby. Her attention was riveted on the lovers, and at that moment, for her I simply wasn't there. As exciting as I found her nudity, and her new sexuality, this realization chilled me. Our sexual encounters before the wedding had all been brief, even perfunctory. The new world of pleasure she was experiencing could become a threat, I realized. 

Then she turned and grinned at me. She mouthed "I love you", and ran her tongue slowly across her lips, moistening them. I could feel her eyes surveying my hand upon my own cock, just as she had watched the lovers the moment before. Perhaps this incident was about to culminate in Gaby rushing across the hot sand and throwing me down upon our bed, riding my fat hardness with wanton abandon, not caring who might watch through the patio doors.

I paused, my hand still. Gaby and I, as if thinking as one, both shifted to see the brunette again form her lips into an oval, easing them slowly down and around the swollen head of her lover's weapon, stopping to lock her mouth around the rim. I may have imagined being able to see her tongue rotating around the soft pink flesh, but there was no denying the motion of his meat, bobbing vigourously in response to her bathing it. She gradually lowered her head, taking the full length with practiced ease. The entire time, her hand worked around the base. As her head rose, her hand followed. When she swallowed the full monster, she massaged his balls.

Gaby's hands resumed their dance across her own flesh, and suddenly the onlookers up and down the beach had two shows - the duo on the blanket, and Gaby masturbating. Three shows, actually, if any of them could be bothered looking back into the doorway of our room, where my stroking qualified as solo sex by that point. I can't imagine that many people, except the straightest of women would be watching me though. The guy on the blanket had a much more impressive tool, and the spiralling of his lover's tongue made it gleam in the sunshine, while my rod merely throbbed in my palm in relative shadow.

My bride's left hand cupped her tit, caressing it, warming it in that special way, her finger nails grazing the nipple, teasing it before grasping it more vigourously than she had earlier, now tugging the nub forcefully away from her body. She did not stop her right hand at her slit. Her knees buckled in the sand and for one brief moment I thought she might collapse, but she shifted her legs wider and flexed her knees for balance. This opened her pussy lips, which glinted with droplets of water. The sheen on her thighs however was flowing out of her body. Her moan travelled all the way across the sand to where I stood as she rubbed her belly briefly and then curled first her baby finger and then two more fingers into her cunt, thrusting deeply on the first entrance, and then fucking herself as if with a cock.

I resumed pumping my cock. Glancing about, I saw that easily half of the guys on the beach were also ignoring the rules and attending to business, some furtively, but others more boldly.

Espy turned to Jazzy and added to the atmosphere by grasping either side of Jazzy's face in her hands and drawing their faces together for a soulful kiss. This action, of all the intimacies, drew the first audience comment, a low deep slow wolf whistle. Jazzy pulled back, startled but then laughed deeply from her belly. She then splashed water over Espy and grasped Espy behind the knees, dumping both the naked blondes back into the rolling surf. Though it was mainly elbows, knees and feet that were visible out of the water, it was apparent that they were quickly engaging in playing erotic catch-up, fingers teasing tits, hands cupping buttocks, and lips searching first for nipples, and then a race to see whether one might eat the other, lest they end up, as they did, in the inevitable 69.

This side show deflected some of the attention from both Gaby and the unknown couple on the blanket. The brunette's gent even tapped her on the head and she paused in her oral efforts long enough to take in a moment of the blonde action. There was a lot of trashing going on, as Espy and Jazzy had to keep switching positions to avoid either being the bottom for so long that they drowned.

It was almost all too much to take in. In order to avoid being overwhelmed I narrowed by focus. I suppose that I ought to be understanding of Gaby's inattention towards me, because in that instant, I instinctively made the same selection, shifting my view to concentrate on the unknown couple. 

The guy had shifted slightly so he was no longer lying flat on the blanket. His weight rested on one elbow, leaving his other hand free to cup his partner's tit, slowly rubbing it, only gradually working towards the middle and running his thumb across the nipple as she squeezed his cock and flicked her tongue around the glistened bulb, licking up the seeping precum. 

"You must be wet. I bet you want to get fucked, don't you slut?" he asked in a broad European accent, the first words spoken in this whole adventure. 

"Later, darling, later," she sighed. 

"I bet one of these studs would gladly ram you from behind while you swallow my load," he replied.

My cock liked that idea, though I knew I wouldn't be the guy. There were many closer to them, and my bride wanted to be my first, and only, fuck of the honeymoon. Well, not only in the sense of one fuck, but the only person. Though with only a couple of days left in the honeymoon, if we didn't fuck soon, we might not have time for reruns. 

As I contemplated that factor and mused on whether to spray my sperm or slow down in the hopes that Gaby might still sprint through the sand, toss me on the bed and leap atop my rigid member, the brunette responded. "Too fucking late," she screamed, "they'll never get it up my ass until after this orgasm."

With that, she slid her hand under the guy's butt and without warning thrust a thin finger up his anus, no doubt wrapping it immediately around his prostate. This triggered a huge surge of semen up his shaft. She quickly released her grip on the base of his cock, and squeezed his balls, milking a healthy flow of goo, which ran down the sides of his still erect shaft. Like a kid attacking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, the brunette began feasting on this treat, swirling her tongue around and up and down his length, leaving the head for last.

As this show unfolded, Gaby peaked, collapsing to the sand, her knees buckling as her sighs became moans. She screamed through her own climax, her right fist buried fully in her cunt, as she used her left arm to avoid falling face first into the beach. 

Gaby's orgasm relieved me of any doubts as to what I should do. I watched a busty redhead sliding alongside the brunette, lapping up remnants of cum. Just as the two women started a tongue twisting cum kiss, an old bald man dropped behind the brunette, and tried to steer his shrivelled little erection into her slick heaving pussy. A grey haired crone with floppy boobs who I pegged to be Baldy's wife, pried the redhead's legs apart and prepared to dive into her lush hairy muff.

My legs shook as I felt the built up tension in my body gathering towards release. I leaned against the doorframe for support, my hand slowly sliding along my shaft, fingernails teasing the tender flap which tied the head to the shaft. I only had to caress the sweet spot at the base on the underside, and my load would fly out onto the sand. I briefly wondered whether Gaby would collect herself quickly enough to lick me clean, and then pondered whether or not she would mind if one of the nearby beauties loaned me a tongue instead.

None of that came to pass however because even before Baldy could get his tip lined up with the brunette's heaving hips, a couple of brawny resort types were suddenly sprinting along the beach, whistles blowing, trailed by another crew in a dune buggy. The leader was shouting "No public sex allowed. No public sex allowed. Strictly forbidden."

Though they lacked the fire hose to blast the copulating couples like bitches in heat, the pronouncement had a similar chilling effect. The brunette quickly rolled from between her partner's thighs. His cock deflated like a left over balloon the day after the party. Baldy and his mate sprinted into the surf. Only the big redhead failed to react. The two security goons took her by each elbow and hustled her into the dune buggy, which blasted up the beach.

"Wow," exclaimed an onlooker, "I bet she's on the next train to the gulag."

"Or at least, an early plane home," someone else guessed.

The commotion distracted the beach bums long enough for Jazzy, Espy and Gaby to each pull themselves together and trot back to our room without incident. 

Gaby was still panting to catch her breath. Jazzy looked at her and said "That was some climax that you had."

"I thought the two of you were too busy to notice," my bride replied.

"Not hardly," Espy said, "you screamed so loudly that I bet you woke up cannibals on the other side of the mountains."

All three women laughed, and then Espy continued. "In fact, we never did come. We were pretty much just having fun and playing around for the benefit of the fans."

This made Jazzy and Gaby laugh even harder. My cock was bobbing along in rhythm, getting stiffer with each beat.

"It looks like Seth was one of those fans," Jazzy added. She tipped her chin in acknowledgement of my renewed arousal.

"It's nice and shiny with the last load of cum still, and yet it's hard again," Espy observed. "It sure looks like it needs a good cleaning before Seth goes out in public."

I gulped, perhaps imagining that this created a moment of silence. Tuesday in the clearing during the hike, Gaby had started sucking me off in front of these two, and others, but then became frightened and ran away. Afterwards, we all had shared a very sensual make up and make out party, including lots of masturbation and girl on girl sex, but no one had yet licked my cock during the group play. I was unsure how Gaby would react to Espy's comments.

"Why don't we leave Gaby to do that, and pay off on the rest of her bet? Poor Seth needs to finally consummate their marriage," Jazzy said, "and I think we're late to meet Mary and the twins for cocktails."

Espy and Gaby laughed and my bride replied "Just whose cocks in which tails?"

"We never know until after the second round of drinks at least. That is part of the fun." Jazzy said. She linked her fingers through Espy's and the two blondes trotted out of our room and off down the beach with the innocence of pure sensuality unencumbered by conventional morality, but powered by huge self respect and respect for others.

Gaby favoured me with her most radiant smile of the entire honeymoon. "I know you would love to have Espy tongue you – she is very good - and maybe I might enjoy watching, but for now, I want you all to myself."

She grabbed my cock and I assumed she would drop to her knees right there. After masturbating on the beach, having a few beach bunnies watch her lick me would not be shocking. I noticed her knees were still sand covered.

"Let's make you more comfy," she suggested, tugging my shaft forward, tightly gripping it. I followed her into the room, and she used my cock as a handle, swinging me onto the bed. As I sprawled there, she finally brushed the sand off of her body. Each gentle touch seemed slower and gentler. I lay there watching her nipples stiffening, and a fresh scent of moist female excitement flooded the room. The patio door was still wide open.

Gaby licked her lips. "I don't know whether to just lick you clean, or fuck your brains out."

"I'm impressed that an older guy like Seth is so hard so quick." I recognized Cassie's voice as the lithe young chambermaid came around and in through the patio doors, an armload of fresh towels at the ready. "I thought after last night you might need these."

Cassie looked at Gaby, who was suddenly blushing and crossing her arms across her body. "Oh, sweetie, don't let me interrupt. I'm not here to steal your man. I had my fill last night, and I know how much you must want his sweet meat." She cocked her head to one side and grinned. "Though I could enjoy watching, if that's okay."

She walked past, touching Gaby gently on the arm, and started restocking the bathroom.

"I see you haven't wilted from the interruption," Gaby said after an awkward silence. She paused a bit longer, with Cassie humming in the background, but then approached the bed. I shifted my feet wider, presenting myself to her.

"If you don't mind though, I don't think I want an audience for our first marital fuck, so I think I will just lick you clean. If that's not good enough, I guess you could fuck Cassie afterwards, but then one of us would have to lick you again."

"I still agree that today, we should just fuck each other."

"True, but Cassie licking you isn't like fucking, is it? Because I fucked the dildo and kissed the girls last night, and I don't think I fucked the girls."

The recalled memories of the four women made my poor cock ache even harder, stretching to new heights.

"I didn't see any fucking," I agreed.

"Well, madam, and sir, I can't fuck you anyhow, I need my job," Cassie said.

"But you could fuck me," a voice replied from behind us. I laughed, recognizing the sing song voice of the obese waiter who had lusted after my erect cock when he had served us breakfast a few days ago. At that time, I had pegged him as gay, but his comment to Cassie suggested he was bi.

"Would the missus like to watch?" he asked, looking straight at me. I noticed that his eyes roamed down my body, settling at the level of my throbbing meat. Almost predictably, his big red tongue rolled over his lips. Though I was straight as the next man, I couldn't help but notice a substantial bulge growing in his pants. 

Only then did I notice that he was carrying a large fruit platter. "Missy Jasmine ordered this delivered and sent the message that you and the missus might meet up with her and Esperenza and the schoolteachers later."

I glanced at Cassie. Her perky tits were full under her tight uniform, straining, wanting to be free. Her breathing was turning into panting. As I looked, Gaby acted. She stepped over and undid Cassie's buttons, slowly. Dramatically, Gaby undid the bottom one first, and then a single button at the cleavage, revealing a lacy white bra, but not Cassie's nipples. Despite having seen Cassie nude last night, this strip show seemed ultra sexy.

Gaby next unbuttoned the second bottom button. This left Cassie's dress open from the waist down and her panties, which matched the bra, were plainly soaked.

"This won't do," Gaby commented, running her palm over Cassie's wetness. Without pausing, my once shy bride hooked a finger in the maid's panties and ripped them off. The scent of Cassie's enthusiasm flooded my nostrils.

"That's better," Gaby sighed, her fingers caressing Cassie's pubes. Gaby turned to the waiter. 




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 04



"What's your name?" she asked.

"Horace," he replied.

Gaby giggled. "Horace hung like a horse?" she joked.

She undid another top button for Cassie, allowing the girl's top to slide off of her shoulders. Cassie's cocoa nipples were bursting against the sheer fabric. My fingers tingled, urging me to step over and unclasp the bra.

My attention was diverted to Gaby however as my wife undid Horace's zipper. His meat flopped out of the fly immediately, already erect. Gaby was suddenly holding a cock that was easily twice the girth of mine. 

"Kiss it." I wasn't sure whether I said those words, or just thought them. Gaby absentmindedly fondled Horace's shaft, her fingers dwarfed by the brown sausage. Out of the corner of my left eye, I noticed that Cassie was also watching, two fingers buried in her own pussy.

"This one is for you, Cassie," Gaby said, flipping her head as if shaking off a spell. 

"For me?" Cassie asked.

"Yes," explained Gaby, still stroking Horace's manhood. "Since both of you are worried about being fired for fucking the guests, Seth and I would like to watch the two of you fuck each other."

She giggled girlishly. "Then we might let you watch us have our first fuck as a married couple, as a reward." 

I had never seen my wife smile so widely. Her tongue flicked across her lips. I glanced at Horace's meat, swollen in her grip, and knew it must take some willpower for her to resist dipping her lips to his tip, and sucking up the glistening drop of precum dangling off his brown slit. Heck, I'm as totally straight as can be and I was tempted. 

I almost begged Gaby to ignore the risks, and her rules about not doing other guys on our honeymoon, just because I wanted to see her worship that fat black cock. Fortunately, before I could speak, Cassie dropped to her knees next to Gaby and cupped Horace's scrotum in her tiny palm, kneading his heavy balls. Gaby eased back just a bit, still crouched beside Cassie. She angled the tip of Horace's head towards the maid, moving her hand up the shaft. 

Cassie followed this lead, shifting her own grip up to the root of Horace's cock. Her pink tongue poked between her lips. I could see her chest heaving with excitement. As if reading my thoughts, Gaby chose that moment to reach over and tweak Cassie's nipple, making the young woman sigh. My fingers tingled and curled as I imagined that it was me feeling those tender young tits. My groin however understood that sometimes watching was even better. My cock waggled appreciatively.

Gaby turned towards me and smiled. The tip of her tongue caressed her bottom lip slowly, a twinkle in her eye. I grinned back, cupping my shaft in my palm.

"Don't waste that load, Seth, I have plans for it," Gaby said. After a pause, she reconsidered. "Though my plans could wait, if Cassie wants a cum bath."

I must have shown my shock at the suggestion. Gaby's lips curved wider into a sunshine grin. "I saw how she looked at you showering me with your seed last night. And I'd love to lick her clean like Jazzy did me."

Cassie didn't comment. Her focus was entirely upon Horace and his meat. I was also speechless.

Cassie shifted her legs open as Gaby spoke, and I detected a fresh rich odour, which I thought was matched with a new glistening of fluids between her thighs. Gaby's hand carved a path down her mocha coloured skin and curled inside of a firm young thigh. Cassie was panting, but seemed frozen, Horace's cock throbbing in her grip. Gaby finally released Horace into Cassie's sole care. This caused Cassie to begin pumping his shaft in languid strokes. I shifted my position slightly to get a better view. I saw that Cassie was panting lightly, her tongue loose at the opening of her mouth, her lips moist with anticipation. Yet she still didn't lower her head and take Horace into her mouth.

Finally, Gaby lost patience and reached up, gently urging Cassie's head lower. The young maid held her jaw open. Her lips and then the tips of her teeth just barely grazed the edges, first of Horace's helmet, and then of his gargantuan brown shaft, as Gaby guided Cassie towards swallowing the entire cock. I was amazed that such a tiny lass could accommodate that monster. My cock loved it, urgently throbbing in my hand. I saw that Horace was flexed at the knees, head tossed back, eyes shut, luxuriating in the attention. Gaby's fingers were now caressing his ball sac, her shyness shed.

After a moment, Gaby released the pressure on the back of Cassie's head. The maid lifted her head back up, but just until Horace's tip was resting on her lower lip. I shifted again so that I got a better view of her tongue twisting over then under his soft hardness.

Again, Gaby looked over towards me and smiled. Then she looked at Horace's scrotum and flicked her tongue across her lips. Her left eyebrow arched upwards. I knew just what she was asking. I nodded, wondering why she thought she needed my approval, since she had already stroked Horace's rod. As soon as I smiled, Gaby began kneading Horace's heaviness, milking him, urging him silently to flood Cassie's mouth.

I stepped close, my shadow cast over the two women on the floor. I could more clearly smell their excitement, and the pungent masculinity of Horace. His warm sweet breath bathed my face as a few of Cassie's kinked hairs bounced across the tip of my cock as she bobbed up Horace's cock, never quite releasing it from her lips, just pausing to worship the pee slit with her tongue before again descending, swallowing him to the root.

I slowly caressed my own cock, allowing the tips of my fingers to tease the very tip, feeling my slit gape open. I was at an angle where I could see the precum oozing out of Horace. Cassie began slowing, taking more time to lap up his offerings. Gaby meanwhile was working him more fiercely. I knew he would explode soon. Gaby's other hand shifted to heft Cassie's tit, massaging the curve rather than touching the nipple. A shudder ran through my body, but, as excited as I was, I still felt jealous. Quickly though I realized that it was Gaby's play toys I envied, and that this was tinged with regret that no one was massaging my balls.

Suddenly, my bride escalated the stakes to the next level, dipping her own head and slurping one of Horace's dangling balls into her mouth. This time, she had displayed no uncertainty, no hesitation. She had not sought my approval. Her head was turned so I could not see her expression, but the moans that accompanied her slurping testified that she was as excited as Horace, who now leaned back, knees flexed, head tilted, eyes shut. His chest heaved as he sobbed with pleasure, no doubt mixed with a bit of painful desire for release. Gaby had now snagged the root of his cock, holding her fingers in a vise-like ring, delaying his explosion as she drank his other testicle into her mouth.

Cassie ceased bobbing up and down Horace's length, choosing instead to retain his meat wholly inside her mouth. I could see the outline of the helmet stretching her cheek as she gasped for air, but gamely rolled her tongue around the shaft.

My shock at watching Gaby teabag the waiter gave way quickly to excitement, and I noticed that my fingers were flying along my hardness without waiting for my brain to catch up.

Gaby mumbled something. Maybe it was "now." Or maybe I just assumed that was her comment, because that was the moment when she released her hold on Horace's load, allowing it to surge up from his rolling balls in a single rush. The warning never reached Cassie before the seed slammed into the back of her throat, causing her head to snap back. The pop as Horace's cock sprang free into the air was audible. Sperm was still bubbling out of the slit, rolling onto the fat bulb, and then hanging almost in midair, as if defying gravity. 

I wondered whether Gaby might take matters further in hand – well, actually in mouth. She allowed Horace's testicle to drop from her lips, another 'pop' echoing in our room. Before I found out what Gaby might do next, Cassie again lowered her head, circling her tongue under and around Horace's offering, slurping every drop into her mouth. 

Gaby turned her face towards me and spread her mouth wide into a grin. Her wink said many things - from 'I bet you enjoy this' to 'how'd you like to watch Carla and I do that to Kevin?' 

That last thought was all that it took to finish me off. The mental picture of my bride and her maid of honour crouched before my best man, sharing his cock excited me beyond anything which I had seen in person on the honeymoon. I realized as my full morning load burst up my shaft that there was no going back. Gaby could never return to being my shy little fiancée, and sex must always be an adventure. The joy of this discovery sent shivers up my spine as sunlight glistened on the gobs of goo which I spilled all over Cassie.

The young maid never looked up or paused as she concentrated on cleaning Horace's cock. I watched her delicate throat throb as she swallowed chunk after chunk of his thick seed. Her hand began stroking his shaft vigourously, milking him for more. This allowed Gaby to stop kneading his balls and she turned her attention to Cassie.

First, though, Gaby gave me a huge smile, and silently mouthed 'thank you'. She followed this with a loving pat for my still semi rigid cock, and a single lick to remove the thread dangling from the tip. She followed the string, which was connected to Cassie's right shoulder. Gaby's tongue darted out, skimming lightly across Cassie's café au lait skin, snaking the gism into my bride's mouth. I could see Gaby's tongue roll around inside her cheek, bathing her teeth in semen. When she turned again to smile at me, her grin glistened brightly.

Gaby gave my cock another tug, then spoke for the first time since this episode had begun, "I'll be back for this in a few minutes."

Then she shifted her attention back to Cassie, beginning by cozying up tightly behind the younger woman, Gaby's breasts mashed against Cassie's flesh. She reached around Cassie and cupped the maid's breasts, gently lifting them, and then pausing, nuzzling her chin into Cassie's hair. Still not really caressing the breasts, Gaby teasingly flicked her tongue into Cassie's right ear, stabbing quickly then retreating. Both women giggled.

Cassie bent forward again, lifting Horace's weapon, which was still engorged. She flattened her tongue and ran it along the underside, from the tip to the root, and then swirled around the base like a girl eating ice cream.

"That's it girl, clean me good," Horace moaned.

Gaby rolled behind Cassie again, resuming the breast work, but this time she was more aggressive, pushing the flesh upwards, fingers curling around to nipples. I shifted further to the side for a better view.

"Better clean her quickly before the snail trails dry," a familiar voice suggested from the patio door area behind us. It was Espy, returned without Jazzy.

"Where's Jaz?" said I.

"In the middle of a daisy chain with Mary, Penny and Peggy. I decided to come look for some fresh cock, and heard the moaning from your room half way down the beach."

For the first time since our sex play had begun, I looked out towards the beach. Behind Espy, a dozen or more people stood, sat or reclined, making no pretence about watching our inadvertent show. Several of the men had hard ons. A few were stroking them. One middle aged woman had a young lass on her lap, while an older woman was busy riding a young stud's hard cock.

None of this deterred Gaby, who continued grooming Cassie, tenderly running fingers through the maid's hair, while licking stray beads of seed off of her back. Occasionally, my bride would find a drop of semen drying into glue in Cassie's hair. She would pause, lift her head, and gently suck those strands into her mouth, dissolving the goo.

Horace meanwhile shock us by dropping to his knees, his half hard cock bouncing across Cassie's tits, and then he began grooming Cassie's front side. His large flat tongue moved quickly across the front of Cassie's chest, wide strokes lapping up a mixture of cream, his own and mine. As he suckled a pendulous drop off of Cassie's left nipples, Espy stepped up beside me and curled her hand around my restless cock. "I bet Gaby won't mind if I get you ready for another round," she said, stroking me as we watched the threesome on the floor.

This time, Gaby reacted to the sound, turning her head up from where she had been just about to have to decide just how close she was prepared to go to following the cum tracks to where they appeared to vanish right into Cassie's anus. The maid had tilted her ass in the air, offering it to Gaby's tongue.

Gaby meanwhile spoke to Espy, "you can fluff him for me, but only for me," she giggled, "at least until we consummate this marriage."

Then she turned and thrust the point of her tongue deep into Cassie's asshole, not even pausing to rim around the opening. Instead, she started fucking the maid's ass as if her tongue was a stiff cock, stroking it in and out. A tongue however is more flexible than a cock, and Gaby, who a week before would never even have watched anal porn, took to the task like a natural, alternately wriggling her tongue in circles inside Cassie, then flattening it wide, then curling it into a cone.

Cassie's repositioning onto all fours forced Horace to flip onto his back and slide under the brown skinned lass. As he did this, he kept his tongue flat against her skin, working down her belly, where he found a few stray spots of gism, though I had no idea if they were his or mine. Perhaps he could tell by the taste, but he didn't seem to care, happily lapping all over Cassie's overturned lap, until he finally was able to stab his tongue into the top of her slit, immediately scoring a direct hit on her clit, I guess, judging by her reaction, which was at first startled and then a joyous scream. Cassie rattled through an obvious climax, shoving her butt harder against Gaby's face. My wife reached around and grabbed Cassie's boobs, using then as handles to maintain contact.

While the shivers still shook her lithe form, Cassie rewarded Horace by once again dropping her mouth over his monster cock, which was already recovering. As we watched, Espy snuggled behind me, pushing her nipples against my back, both hands playing with me, one stroking my cock, the other massaging my balls. 

"Can you see?" I asked.

Espy whispered a "no", so I sank to my knees. She fell with me, still working my shaft, but her other fingers now travelling to my nipples. An electric current shot from my chest to my groin. Despite having pumped sperm just a while ago, my cock surged larger, the pee slit gaping open, precum oozing.

"I think I have him almost ready for you, Gaby," Espy laughed, rubbing her tight body along my back. I could feel the honey dripping of her thighs onto my butt, running down my backside and coating my balls. She nibbled my right shoulder and sank backwards, slowly drawing her tongue along my spine. Suddenly my body was shuddering with the currents flowing through it.

I thought Espy might copy Gaby and tongue my anus, but instead she simply rolled each of my balls in her mouth, slowly, and then, without warning, gave my ass a hard slap. This startling move made me jump forward, and I tumbled on top of Gaby, my cock nesting between her cheeks.

I elbowed my weight up off of my bride. I noticed that Cassie had spilled forward as well, losing Horace's organ out of her mouth. I thought 'good thing she didn't have her jaw locked, it would have ripped it off'.

Cassie recovered quickly though, grabbing Horace's shaft in one hand and impaling her wet cunt on top in one smooth move. Espy moved smoothly over to lick the junction where the thick black rod disappeared into the slick cocoa pussy.

From the sounds, I assume that the trip all climaxed quickly, but I was focussed on Gaby. Without warning or fanfare, we suddenly consummated our marriage. Although my steely shaft flirted with rear entry, pressing adventurously against her rosebud, Gaby decisively grabbed my shaft and steered it emphatically into her slick pussy.

I grunted and began pounding her doggy style, my weight still on my hands, my belly tight against her back. Within the first few strokes, my bride began pushing back against me in a steady counter rhythm, her butt slamming my groin, burying my tip deep into her womb.

"Fill me with your seed. Fuck me," she screamed.

I'm sure half the beach heard her, but neither of us was worried about our audience at that point.

"Fuck me harder, faster," Gaby demanded, thrusting back with her entire body, rocking up into me. "Fuck me until you make a baby. I want you to watch your pregnant wife get eaten by her maid of honour, after the best man fills my expectant womb with his spunk."

That was the final straw for me,. The picture that Gaby painted, so at odds with my demure shy bride of just a few days ago, caused my load to burst forth, pumping seed into her until great rivulets of semen flowed out from her cunt as her own climax sent her crashing up against me in ecstasy, and then we collapsed in a heap on the floor.

I thought I heard a few onlookers clapping, and hoped that someone might lick me clean, but at that point , it was all I could do to think that our honeymoon still had a couple of days to go, and I had to make sure that only my seed had a chance to impregnate my bride. 

Then we all napped right there on the floor, dreaming sweet dreams, before it was time for Gaby to pay off on her bet.



Nude Beach Bride Ch. 05



"Gaby, you still have Seth's goo trickling down your leg, don't you want to shower before you hit the beach?" I heard Espy whisper as I woke up.

It seemed like a year since Gaby and I had arrived at the resort for our honeymoon, but it had been less than a week. We had just consummated our marriage, the first part of a bet we had made our first day there, when Gaby had learned that I had tricked her into going to a nude resort for this special trip. 

My bride had always seemed prudish. Fortunately, the resort was clothing optional, except on National Nude Day. On that day, anyone leaving their room clothed was immediately exiled to the tiny boring town where the resort staff and service people lived. 

I had won the bet by waiting until today to have sex with Gaby. Or anyone else for that matter. Now Gaby had to parade around nude for the rest of the day. Somehow though with the transformation she had gone through, that no longer seemed daunting. My formerly shy new wife had licked hung like a horse Horace the waiter's fat cock, the better for him to fuck Cassie the maid, and had allowed our new friend Espy to "fluff" my cock in her mouth before we consummated our marriage. All of this was after Gaby had experienced several Sapphic adventures with Cassie, Espy, and Espy's girlfriend Jazzy.

I had just pumped my seed into Gaby's cunt, as she told me how when we got home, she wanted my best man, Kevin, to fuck her, while I watched. I would in turn get to fuck her horny maid of honour, Carla.

As I awoke from our post fuck nap, I was conflicted. The idea of Gaby joining into one of the impromptu orgies that National Nude Day might inspire was a huge turn on. She had already admired the endowments of many young vacationers, and they had returned the attentions. However, she wanted to get pregnant, and though sharing my wife was a turn on, the idea of raising someone else's kid was not exciting. Especially since a coffee hued kinky haired child might emerge. 

Before I had drifted into sleep, I had resolved not to let other guys fuck my wife, at least not today. As I woke up and saw nubile young beauties skinny dipping 100 yards away in the water outside our beachfront room, my resolve wavered. Perhaps fairness dictated that I ought to let Gaby fuck any guy wearing a condom, so that I could with a clear conscience enjoy a few willing partners myself. 

I could even start with Cassie or Espy. Or both of them, since they had already demonstrated their eager willingness to share, and they were dozing on either side of me. Gaby's legs were intertwined with Espy's, and Cassie was using my bride's tanned tummy as a pillow.

Gaby answered Espy with a low chuckle, "I think you just want to eat me clean in the shower."

Though I couldn't see Espy's face, I wondered whether she had any shred of innocence left in her, and whether she might be blushing as she paused before answering.

"Why wait for the shower?"

Through my half open eye lids I watched as Espy unwound herself from the tangle of legs and scooted around, running her tongue slowly up the inside of Gaby's right leg from the ankle upwards. She interrupted the travels to carefully explore the tender spot on the inner surface of the knee, evoking a quick squeal from my wife.

Gaby opened her eyes wide at that point, and noticed that I was awake. She acknowledged my interest with a wide grin, and mouthed "thank you" silently, allowing Espy to continue her efforts under the assumption that I was still sleeping. As the blonde's tongue flattened along Gaby's thigh muscles, my bride reached down and ran her fingers through the girl's long hair, tenderly massaging her scalp and cooing sweetly to encourage the oral affections. 

The murmuring was just enough to awaken Cassie, the cute young maid who had dozed off with us, after fucking Horace. She glanced down from where her cheek rested on Gaby's midsection. Seeing Espy already hard at work below, Cassie instinctively shifted around and grasped Gaby's sensitive left nipple between two fingers, while drawing her own tongue over Gaby's ribs until she could warm my wife's breasts with her slender fingers, gradually working around until she felt ready to capture Gaby's right nipple between her lips.

I glanced down at Espy, who was licking all around Gaby's pussy, but carefully never quite touching it with her tongue.

"Lick all the way up from her anus to her clit, she likes that," I suggested.

"You have a perfect pussy," Espy whispered as she worked her tongue teasingly around Gaby's engorged labia. "I love how big and swollen your clit gets. Eating you will be like swallowing a nice cock, except you will fill my cheeks just right without choking me."

Between Espy's attentions, and Cassie chewing each nipple in turn, my bride was writhing in anticipation. Finally, Espy began lapping at Gaby's slit, gradually warming up to longer deeper strokes, and adding fingertips at the base of the opening. As the blonde's tongue circled my wife's clit, I thought that perhaps I even saw a baby finger silently slipping into Gaby's anus.

Though I was focussed on watching my wife's experience, my hands seemed to have a mind of there own. I suddenly realized that my fingers were mimicking Espy's, except that the pussy and ass which I was fondling belonged to Cassie.

"Go ahead and fuck Cassie if you want," Gaby moaned.

"But what about you?" I replied.

Espy lifted her head, her lips poised just above Gaby's clit. "I'll take care of her."

With that, Espy reached down into her beach bag and produced a realistic rubberized dildo. Well, as real as a Day-Glo orange cock could be, but it was flexible, fat, veiny and mushroom headed. 

"I though you were going to suck my cock," Gaby teased.

"I can do both," Espy replied, drawing my bride's upright clit into her teeth, and scooting up further between her knees to get proper leverage to thrust the fake cock deep into Gaby's wet pussy. There was no need to start gingerly, since Gaby was so ready, but kept plunging it deeper with each stroke, and then pulling it out so that the tip was visible where it fit between Gaby's lips. 

At first, Cassie continued suckling Gaby as if not aware that I was diddling her, and as if ignoring Gaby's entreaty that we fuck. Then she twisted around and rose up onto her knees, still keeping her lips planted on Gaby's suntanned flesh. This had the effect of presenting Cassie's ass to me, mere inches from my face.

"Aren't you afraid you'll get fired for fucking the guests?" I asked, recalling Yanic, the parasailing instructor who Gaby had admired, but who had been dismissed our first night after being found in the midst of a beach orgy.

"Don't worry, mon I say it was me if anybody notices the cum straggling down her legs."

I had forgotten that Horace, the waiter, was still there. He was lounging in the side chair, his monster cock semi inflated, flopped on his chubby thigh. As he spoke, it started to reinflated and crane upwards, easing in stages to an upright position, all without being touched.

"But, Gaby, I thought you only wanted us to fuck each other at least until we get home."

"If you fuck her ass, it wouldn't be cheating," she said, further redefining our marriage in an instant. 

" Yeah, and since we're all in a chain together, it will be just like we are fucking; only my thrusts will drive Cassie's mouth harder onto your tits." I replied, refusing to be any less bold than Gaby, "but what about Horace?" 

A small part of my brain was wondering why I was protesting so much. After all, my cock, though not as huge as the waiter's, was fully erect and anxious for a hot cunt to plunge into, and my hand was now buried wrist deep into Cassie's tight cunt, my other thumb probing her anus. If I couldn't fuck her pussy, her ass, which was young and tight, though probably far from virgin, was enticing.

"Espy, can Horace fuck your ass?" I was shocked to hear Gaby ask. 

Espy managed to nod without losing a beat in eating Gaby's clit. The up and down motion seemed to increase my bride's enjoyment. Her head was waggling from side to side.

"I don't know, mon, I'm pretty big and she a wee ting." Horace said, approaching Espy from behind. "Maybe I just fuck her doggy style instead?"

The sideways movements of Gaby's jaw slowed to convey a negative, rather than the extreme passion of a moment earlier. "She might be tiny, but I bet she's had plenty of traffic up the chocolate highway."

My recently shy bride never used to talk so graphically, and her chuckle came from previously unexplored depths. Espy was waggling her own head in the affirmative. With Gaby's love button firmly clenched between her teeth, and the flesh like dildo pounding continuously into Gaby's womb, this new motion made Gaby scream as she started what was no doubt the first of a chain of orgasms. 

Horace grinned, watching Espy and seeing the permission being granted. He lined up behind her and steadied his cock in his hand, the bulb poised at the gaping hole above Espy's wet clit. I was rock hard from watching, and from playing with Cassie.

Almost automatically, I pulled myself onto my knees and lined my own cock, which was normally considered to be large, but was dwarfed by Horace, with Cassie's dripping labia. Despite my having been the one who started the talk of assfucking, it seemed as if my cock was a missile aimed for labialand. I grasped my shaft firmly and shoved it roughly upwards, the tip accidentally pushing between Cassie's buttocks, making her gasp, and a tiny fragrant fart of gas exhaled like breath from her hole.

Horace paused briefly, wetting his fingers with Espy's dampness and dragging them up along her skin, lubricating her anus as he tenderly fingered her ass, loosening it up.

I reached up and grabbed Cassie's dangling tits. She was tiny, just a little mass of muscle and her chocolate kiss nipples, which I decided needed a good tweaking. This caused Cassie to whimper slightly, and in turn, she bit down hard on Gaby's nipple. This just added to my bride's climax, as her hips started bumping up and down off the edge of the mattress. 

This drove Espy back, impaling her suddenly on Horace's magnificent muscle. Espy never missed a beat, keeping her fingers at play inside Gaby, and thrusting the dildo faster. She did switch to lapping at Gaby's clit rather than trying to keep it inside of her mouth. 

"Fuck her ass really hard," Gaby commanded. I wasn't sure whether she was speaking to Horace or me, but I stopped hesitating and pulled Cassie's hips back onto my lance, thrusting forward as I plunged into her depths, the tight flesh of her anus gripping my skin, the muscles milking my cock. 

Shudders raced through Cassie's body as we rocked back and forth, Gaby's nipple still trapped in her teeth. My bride was right; we were very connected, with Cassie as the instrument of our shared desires. Every movement I made rippled through the maid until she shifted her grip on my wife.

Espy meanwhile was continuing to do her share to keep Gaby moaning, busily lapping away at her pussy, now doing long stokes of her flattened tongue, with an added little twist of the tip around Gaby's dancing clit. Perhaps in concession to the forceful distraction of Horace's hugeness thrusting into her ass, Espy had stopped fingerfucking Gaby. Each plunge though seemed to drive the blonde's face back into Gaby's depths, and my bride's hips were adopting Horace's rhythm. I quickly noticed that all five of us were synchronized to a silent drummer.

"Sorry that I finished first," Gaby joked in between panting to catch her breath.

"Just keep coming," I coached. 

Horace's thrusts were deep and fast, and then he started alternating short slow thrusts, meanwhile grasping Espy's thighs and prying her legs further apart. He heaved his bulk closer, his shadow falling over both Espy and Gaby. Espy instinctively squeezed her legs, locking the big black waiter in tightly. He reached underneath her and gasped her tits in either hand, using them as handles to rock her on his massive cock. This finally pulled Espy's face out of Gaby's crotch, but, as if she had been waiting all along for the opportunity, Cassie dropped Gaby's nipple from between her teeth, and, all without disturbing the rhythm of my cock buried in her ass, twisted around and replaced Espy's lips with her own. Except first, the two young women, one blonde and one cocoa, shared a lingering kiss, with Gaby's smouldering cunt just beneath their interlocked lips.

Just that brief pause allowed us all to catch our breath, though Horace never stopped pumping away at Espy's anus, urged deeper by her ankles. As she broke her lips away from the maid, she screamed "fuck me harder, fuck the shit right out of me."

Her hair was flying wildly around her head. I had seen enough sex to know that she had joined Gaby in the land of multiple climaxes. I worried that I was falling behind on servicing Cassie, but the young maid was busily dragging Gaby's pussy lips away from her body, clenching each in turn between her tiny teeth and then lifting her head slowly, as if burdened by a great weight. Gaby would scream in ecstasy, and then Cassie would hold the flesh still, twisting it and toying with it with her tongue, for about three strokes of the length of my cock into her tight rectum.

Finally, Cassie lifted her head, twisting back to look at me. As Cassie's eyes held mine, she inserted two fingers into Gaby to vary the fucking, pulling my bride's pussy open from either side, stretching it, and then thrusting her digits inside like a miniature cock. Gaby's brief interlude of whimpering built again to moaning and then to screaming.

"Fill her ass," Gaby ordered between waves of orgasm, again without specifying whether she was referring to Horace or me, "pump your goo into her butt."

At that moment, I became aware of soft applause from behind me. I twisted my head slightly and saw Jazzy leaning against the open patio doorway into our unit.

"It doesn't count as National Nude Day if you spend the whole time inside your room fucking," she said. Jazzy was wearing only a sarong tied low on her hip. Her long blonde hair framed her succulent tits, which were topped by obviously aroused nipples.

"But yes, please do fill both those sweet things with cream. I want to eat your man juice out of them." Jazzy had proven all week to be an aggressive and polymorphously perverse young woman. "Then we can go see if we can shock anybody on the beach. We're all leaving tomorrow, anyway, so they won't likely kick us out."

She stepped closer to the bed, and ran a hand softly along Cassie's jaw, bending to kiss the maid tenderly, her breasts swaying invitingly. Then she stepped around and grabbed Horace's hair roughly, dragging his face down to her mouth, kissing him with violent passion. Releasing him, she said "you two had better come fast though and get back to work, we don't want you fired."

Next, she stepped close to me. I could feel the heat radiating off of her thighs. She also took me by the hair, but I got no kiss. Instead, she knelt until she was level with my face and said, "As for you, just come, dammit."

With no further warning, she reached under me and squeezed my balls, at the same moment stabbing a finger up to stimulate my prostate. This was all that it took for a great gush of goo to surge out of my shaft and flood into Cassie. Horace, perhaps fearing the same treatment, thrust one more time into Espy and duplicated my efforts. 

Jazzy slid along the side of the bed, teasing my scrotum and the base of my shaft with her tongue, rolling the tip all around where my deposit was starting to seep out of Cassie. Standing again, she stepped towards Espy and knelt next to her friend. The two bisexual adventuresses had travelled here together to share their fun, and share they did. Jazzy caressed Espy's hair and brushed it away from her lover's face. Then she squatted beside her. While Horace eased his shrinking weapon from Espy's bum, Jazzy shared the first pearls of my offerings with Espy, locking lips tightly in a tongue twisting kiss. I slumped on the bed, slipping loose from Cassie, and rested.

My seed continued flowing out of Cassie's ass, coating her thighs, and glistening on her pussy lips as she lay prone, sprawled out on the bed with her head still in Gaby's lap.

"That looks too good to waste," another voice called from the doorway. I looked over to see Mary standing there. She was one of three school teachers from the Midwest all on an adventure together. Initially, they had seemed like a bunch of old maids, but Jazzy had ensured that they had loosened up, including them in a beach orgy and other fun.

Mary was tall, slender and brunette, a delicious contrast to Gaby's darkness and the blonde's fairness. As she nudged past me to slide between Cassie's legs, she complimented the island girl's coffee tones as well. Mary didn't wait for an invitation. She simply buried her face between Cassie's buttocks. She started her tongue working from the bottom up, lest gravity allow my offerings to escape further down Cassie's thighs. Once the strong muscled areas were shining with Mary's saliva rather than my cream, she focussed in on Cassie's pubes. She stroked into the maid's vagina with her fingers, but there was no seed deposited there, so her tongue worked up one side, down and then around, all from behind. Cassie's tight rump kept bouncing up off of the bed in appreciation. Mary graced Cassie's clit with a few token tongue lashings even though there was no cream there either. 

As Mary bravely shifted her face up further, following the trail to the forbidden fruit, Gaby turned again and made lingering eye contact with me. Since Jazzy was doing a fine job of cleaning Horace's cum out of Espy, I knew that Gaby must have something else in mind. Even without knowing what, my streaked cock surged back upwards from excitement.

"Is it like chocolate ripple ice cream?" I asked Jazzy, avoiding Gaby for just a second. 

A blonde head bobbed up and down, but I couldn't tell if that was agreement, or just redoubled efforts to get all of Horace's offerings out of Espy's slick anus. I was rewarded however by a deep chuckle out of the big black man's chest. This in turn made his semi flaccid cock nod in appreciation.

I could no longer avoid Gaby's gaze. As our eyes locked again, I realized that the fingers of my right hand were automatically curling around my shaft, my palm cupping my deflated balls. She stared directly at me, her eyes never shifting down to see what my hand was doing. Then slowly she turned her head, drawing my gaze with hers until we were both staring at Horace's half reinflated weapon. I smiled in reply to her unspoken question.

Since no one was sitting in the side chair, I took a couple of steps around and flopped in it. Horace had started out in it, so he was standing close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his tree trunk legs. He really was a massive man, fat in the belly, but strong.

Gaby held my eyes as she took his tool in her tiny fingers. First, she lifted it, inspecting his ball sac and the underside of his shaft, in almost a clinical medical way. Though I don't recall any doctors or nurses running their tongue wetly along their lips as they examined me. I had asked Gaby to lick Horace's cock earlier, but she had declined, urging Cassie to service him instead, while she had in turn made love to the maid. It was nice that she seemed to be still seeking and needing my consent to the extra marital act, but the fact that his tool glistened with a mixture of his own cream plus Espy's fluids – from both pussy and ass - sent a shiver down my spine. I was uncertain whether I was excited or repulsed by where my bride's lips were about to venture, but my stiffness had returned in record time, so I did not hesitate long before I nodded my approval.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 05



She began by ducking her head lower, coming up from the level of his knees, cleaning the sweat and whatever other fluids were shining on his bulging quads. While doing this, she began pumping his shaft in her hand. I noted that her fingers could not quite close around his girth.

There was no hope of her sucking his entire ball sac into her mouth, so when she reached the top of his left leg, she pulled his balls out of the way, and ran her tongue across the skin between his balls and his anus. 

"Too bad both your hands are busy, I bet he'd love a finger up his ass," I muttered. I glanced across at the other four women, but they were still sprawled in a loose lazy daisy chain on the bed, too occupied to assist.

Espy was busy, building up to another climax from the affections of Jazzy, while Cassie tried to help, nibbling Espy's nipples even as Mary brought the young maid close to orgasm as well. Despite this, Espy had a sense of the moment, and between gasps for air, said, "There's a special butt sized dildo in my bag."

My eyes travelled to the tote lying by the bed, but I remained in the chair and watched my wife's tongue tease the waiter's scrotum before she began licking inside his other thigh. Just before starting there, Gaby paused. Looked right at me and said, "Seth, fuck his ass. I know you are too manly to fuck him with your cock, but fuck him with the dildo. Make his cock super sized for me, so that he explodes another load into my mouth."

"You aren't going to fuck him?"

This was yet another new voice from the doorway to the beach. I glanced in that direction, though I started to get up and take the short trip to Espy's bag of toys. I saw that Penny and Peggy, the two sisters travelling with Mary, were slumped against the frame, with one of them – Penny I think - on her knees, eating her sister's pussy. 

"Would you like to do it, Peg?" I asked.

"No, I want it to be you," Gaby insisted. "And no, Peggy, I don't think I want to fuck anybody other than Seth just now. Especially not without a condom. I don't need a little coffee coloured baby to explain to thes."

Everyone had a good chuckle as we thought just how awkward that would be. Gaby returned us to reality by reminding me, "Seth, what about Horace's ass?"

Then she plunged her open mouth down over his fat cock, taking about half of it before gagging slightly. There was enough left to fill her entire hand. While I searched in Espy's bag for the dildo, my head was almost next to hers and I had a close up view of her baby finger teasing Horace's dangling balls while her tongue was visible in her cheek as she tried to roll it around his rod, keeping her lips tight to his skin. I could not resist reaching over and caressing the soft skin of her cheek. As I did so, I felt the huge bulb of Horace's weapon bulging in her mouth. I trailed my hand along her jaw and neck line and gave her a kiss on the tip of her shoulder blade.

"I love my bride," I whispered in her ear. The corners of her mouth curled back slightly into a smile as she bobbed upwards on her fleshy treat. She opened wide so that I could see his knob resting on her flat tongue and then she swirled around the rim like an ice cream. He moaned, rocking backwards as she pumped his length.

That seemed to be a good moment to do what Gaby had commanded. I reached around behind the giant waiter and without further ado stabbed the dildo deep into his anus, giving it a little twist to stimulate his prostate, which was after all, where the whole perverse notion had begun.

This had the expected effect of triggering a second explosion out the end of Horace's massive member. Gaby tried very hard to wrap her lips tightly around the rim of his mushroom, but she could not quite get a good seal. Peeping over the big man's shoulders, I saw tiny rivulets of seed seeping down his shaft. Gaby kept massaging his balls, and I sort of forgot to stop reaming him with the dildo, so he kept right on pumping.

Before long, Gaby was making gagging sounds and obviously she was about to start gasping for air. The streams of escaping semen threatened to flood out of her mouth. Fortunately, Peg and Penny interrupted their play and stepped over, each kneeling on one side of my bride. They simultaneously each toyed with one of her nipples as they began licking the surplus goo off of Horace's rod.

Cassie abandoned Espy – though the blonde still had Jazzy munching her through another wild series of orgasms - and slid in behind Gaby. Gently, the young brown maid lifted my wife's head slowly off of Horace's cock. As soon as the head fell free with a plop, the two brunette sisters began attacking it with a vengeance. My attention was diverted however to watching Gaby passing Horace's cum into Cassie's mouth. The maid's throat pulsed repeatedly as she swallowed the offerings. 

Horace started buckling at the knees, so I quickly stepped aside and let him slump back into the chair. Although his cock was only half hard, Peggy straddled his lap and started trying to stuff it into her wet pussy while her sister licked the big balls. Mary came over and kissed Peg, then started suckling her nipples. 

Gaby and Cassie stood and my bride grabbed my cock as if taking my hand. Cassie took Gaby's other hand and said, "Let's run into the ocean and rinse off."

We started to sprint out of the room and across the sand, I turned to Cassie and asked, "Won't you get in trouble for sex with guests?"

The pretty maid laughed, "Its National Nude Day, anything goes."

Indeed, it did.



Nude Beach Bride Ch. 06



"I can't believe that we still have half of National Nude Day to fuck away," my no longer blushing bride Gabriela said as we walked out of our beach side honeymoon suite onto the sand, arm in arm with our chambermaid, Cassie. 

"But only a few days left in paradise," I responded.

We were all nude, having just enjoyed a mini orgy with the room service waiter and several new found friends. Gaby had lost a wager with me. I had abstained from sex for the first half of our honeymoon, with her or anybody else, despite having conspired with her maid of honour and best man to trick her into spending the honeymoon at a clothing optional resort. Her penalty was that she now had to go out naked on National Nude Day, the one time the resort required guests to leave their bikinis and sarongs in their suites, or leave the resort and spend the day in the nearby town.

To my surprise, Gaby, who had only reluctantly participated in pretty plain vanilla sex prior to the wedding, had exposed more than her skin. As the days had passed, she had witnessed a wide range of exhibitionism and free sex. She had incrementally but quickly expanded her boundaries as she had tried to entice me into losing the bet. As it turned out, she was now so open to sex that going nude was mild in comparison to what she had already done, with me, with Horace, and with various females. 

Carla, her maid of honour, who was bisexual, would not have to work hard to seduce Gaby once we got home. But first, we had a few days of sun, sand and sex ahead. Cassie had just told us that Nude Day was also the only day of the season when the resort tolerates staff fucking guests. Gaby had been upset earlier in the week when Yanic, a parasailing instructor she liked, had been fired for joining in a beachfront orgy.

As we walked past couples, threesomes and mounds of people fucking, foreplaying or resting up, I said "Too bad Yanic isn't around, Gabs. Since you insisted that I fuck Cassie's ass, it would only be fair that you get to unleash your fantasies with him."

Gaby laughed, leaning into Cassie's side. Just before licking a trail of sweat off the dark girl's neck she muttered, "You just would like to watch that, you horny bastard."

"I know I'd love to watch that," Cassie giggled.

"You I'd rather have underneath us licking where Yanic's cock plunges deep into my cunt," Gaby said.

"So you would fuck Yanic?" I asked. "I thought you planned to only fuck me until the honeymoon is over. Are you trying to tell me the honeymoon is really over?"

"No, darling, but if you want me to fuck him, that's different, especially if watching us gets you all hot."

"I bet Seth wants to eat Yanic's hot cream out of your wet pussy," Cassie guessed. 

I blushed as Gaby looked over at me. "But she's not on the Pill", I said, "and I don't want her pregnant with another man's child, so no cream pie for me this honeymoon."

"Well, then, you could lick it out of my ass," Gaby suggested.

"And then out of my pussy," Cassie added.

"Look at Seth, blushing like that," Gaby teased, "I think he's suffering a bit of 'be careful what you wish for'. He planned this trip to push my limits but now he's forced to see whether he will draw a line in the sand. Or, in the seed, as the case may be."

As she laughed, her firm young round tits jiggled just slightly. I tried to recall whether or not her nipples had remained hard since we had left our guests to finish the orgy in our room, or if they were newly aroused by the talk of Yanic.

"Look, Seth's doing more than just blushing," Cassie giggled, pointing at my swelling member, aroused into what I call a 'half chubby'.

"I guess he wouldn't mind if I took Yanic for a spin then," Gaby said turning to me. She slid her arms up my back and pressed tightly against me, her nipples scraping roughly on my chest, my cockhead tickling her belly. My balls were bouncing against her clit and her hips began rotating slowly in response as we kissed.

Suddenly, I felt two more hands running down my body. I realized that Cassie had pushed up behind Gaby, sandwiching my bride tightly between us. The maid's hands caressed my ass, and then gently pulled by cheeks apart. Gaby continued kissing me the whole time, her mouth locked to my lips, her tongue exploring my teeth, caressing my palate. This tender sensation contrasted sensuously with the sudden pain as Cassie's finger stabbed through my anal ring without warning. 

I had to break Gaby's kiss then to gasp in shock. By the time I did that, the initial surprise of Cassie's invasion had passed, and I found the effect of her finger rotating in my rectum oddly pleasant. My prostate throbbed, stiffening me further, but more than that, I felt both fullness and a breeziness that I never quite had experienced before, as if my body was expanding. 

As I sucked in oxygen, my cock stayed hard against Gaby's flesh. All around us, couples, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes were finding space to play in ways the resort would not have tolerated a few days earlier, at least not during daylight hours. My attention was briefly diverted to an older heavy woman being pumped doggy style by a very athletic black man who I thought might be a bartender, while two dried up old women were suckling on the BBW's udders. She was screaming with joy, in a language I guessed was German. Which meant the crew-cut blond man eating one of the old crone's pussies might be her husband. I wondered who the very young blonde sucking his cock might be. A stranger, their daughter? 

The sight of those puffy young lips stretching over an uncircumcised cock, seeing it swell in the girl's cheek, overpowered any lingering concerns about taboos. Barriers were falling all week. My brain was now ruled by my cock, which continued standing at attention, nodding approval of this scene, hoping that I'd get to play again soon.

Before I could watch more, Gaby gently placed her fingertips on my chin and tilted my head around to face her again. Cassie's head was nestled into the crook of Gaby's neck, resting on her right shoulder. 

"Focus here, my darling, after all it is still our honeymoon. We share everything, right?"

All I could manage was a nod. Cassie's tongue was now darting out; flicking sweat drops off of Gaby's skin.

"So what are you going to do with this hard on?" my wife asked. "Do you want to fuck me right here? Now that the bet is settled, that would be fine. Or if you want to fuck Cassie, I'll watch and then eat your come right fresh from her sweet pussy."

"I thought I fucked her ass because fucking her cunt would be cheating."

"That was before Cassie reminded us that on National Nude Day anything goes."

Gaby looked up at me with more sparkle in her eyes than I had ever seen before, and emphasized her playfulness by rotating her hips so that her belly rubbed harder against my erection. I felt the slickness of precum oozing onto Gaby's skin as Cassie's fingers tweaked my prostate. If we weren't careful, I would lose this load all over Gaby. After fucking all morning, I wasn't sure how many I might have left.

"Wouldn't you like to be like that old guy in a couple of decades, coming back here every year to fuck old friends?" Gaby continued.

Now it was my turn to laugh. "I'd hope that I'd keep meeting sexy young friends too."

Gaby twisted slightly and pecked Cassie's lips. "I know exactly what you mean," she moaned. "I just wish that Cassie was wearing a nice strap on right this second so that she could fuck my ass, because I just need that little push over the edge."

"Later," Cassie promised. "For now, if that's what you want, I think you'll have to settle for a good old fashioned meat sausage."

"Seth, is that really okay with you, if some strange guy fucks my ass?" Gaby asked dreamily, clearly tired and exhilarated all at once.

Honestly, I wasn't sure how I'd feel, but before I could formulate a reply, I heard "As long as I'm fucking your cunt while he does it," coming out of my mouth. 

"Then you better save your load," Cassie said, swiftly easing her hand out of my ass.

"Yippee," Gaby shouted with glee unlike anything I had ever heard from her before. She linked her wrists behind my neck as she took a step back, giggling as she bumped into Cassie, who had not anticipated the sudden movement. The cocoa skinned maid was knocked sprawling onto the sand.

Gaby quickly glanced back, but never paused. Flexing her knees, she launched up out of the sand and linked her ankles behind my knees, impaling her already well lubricated pussy straight onto my rock hard cock without delay. I sank fully into her in a single smooth stroke, my balls bumping her labia.

The crossed ankles pressed hard into the back of my legs. Though I tried to pump my cock in and out of my bride's pussy, I could not get much motion going, so the strength of our first beach fuck depended on the force that Gaby supplied, athletically pulling herself back, up my cock, while still holding herself against me at my neck and knees. Gravity helped pull her back down my shaft.

I also tried to screw my feet deeper into the sand, and to spread them a bit further apart for more stability, but found that having Gaby locked to me prevented that. So as she gained more momentum, after a dozen or so plunges down onto my shaft, I too, like Cassie, tumbled back onto the sand. 

Gaby never let go, and somehow my rod never slipped out of her womb. At the final instant, as my back slammed into the sand, which fortunately was oft and forgiving, she released her grip, but never relaxed her pussy walls, so that she ended up on all fours straddling me, my cock still deep inside of her.

After a single grunt, Gaby had her breath back and once again was pumping her hips, this time horizontally, almost, milking my aching cock. As she screamed " Someone stick a hard cock up my ass, right now....puh-lease!", I could not hold back any longer and climaxed, my seed bursting out of my balls in a blind rush up the shaft, and then exploding into Gaby's moistness. 

This just made her howl louder, and her pussy muscles continued wringing every ounce of cream out of me. Instinctively, my hips began bouncing up off of the ground, meeting her thrusts with my own energy. She was so wet that in spite of the tenseness that always grabbed my groin while I came, my shaft slid easily up inside her each time her muscles unclenched. Quickly, we had an excellent rhythm established, and I remained rigid in spite of the multiple orgasms already today. 

I must have closed my eyes, either because of the sun or the intense sex, because suddenly I noticed a pair of hands on Gaby's hips. They were male, and not mine. Gaby's body blocked me from getting a good view of the man attached to the hands. I just had time to wonder where they came from when Cassie reappeared, kneeling beside us, her lips up to Gaby's ear. Whispering, but loud enough that I could hear, the maid told my bride, "I brought you a special treat."

"Last chance to say 'stop', dear," Gaby panted. "I can feel the tip of his hard fat cock pressing urgently against my hungry asshole. My ass cheeks want to clamp around his shaft. So far, Cassie is holding him back, and I love how warm her skin feels against mine. I'm thinking maybe we need to bring Cassie home. Can we afford a maid?"

Gaby paused and giggled at her digression. At the same time, her hips twitched, making her pussy squeeze my cock again. She sighed, feeling meat from both ends. I tried shrugging my shoulders, but lying on the sand that proved fairly well impossible.

"If I've already suggested a threesome with Kevin when we get home – or at least a foursome with Kev and Carla - what difference does it make if we start swinging now?"

Gaby grinned brighter than the sun. "I love you SO much," Gaby yelled, though her mouth was close enough that I could taste the tanginess of her breath. 

She stretched forward and kissed me, her tongue dancing once again in my mouth. I would say that she fucked me with her tongue, but never having been gay, I really can not compare the thrusting of her tongue to how a cock might feel. If a cock could do the things she did, and make every nerve in my body stand up and scream silently for more, then sign me up for cocksucker school. But that was Gaby's department. Mine was eating and filling pussies. And lately, assholes as well.

Then, as she swayed back, Gaby giggled, girlishly. "Well, at least assfucking can't make me pregnant from another man's sperm."

Though she said this lightly, it momentarily broke the mood and jarred me back to reality. "But what about STDs?" I croaked, dry mouthed.

It was Cassie who answered. "Don't worry, Yanic be gloved," she said.

"Yanic?"

"Yeah, I told you I found a special surprise. Since anything goes, the bosses let me invite Yanic to the Nude Day festival. Fuck festival that is."

Then Cassie laughed that musical way she has, and I was again totally in the moment, in paradise both physically and emotionally. Even my cock responded, shocking me by once again swelling inside Gaby's sodden cunt as she pushed down to my root.

"So, it's okay dear, if Yanic fucks my ass?" Gaby asked.

"Please fuck my wife's ass, Yanic," I responded.

"Thanks, mon," he said, "Gaby is totally hot but I'd never fuck a bride on her honeymoon without her husband's permission. Fucking her with her hubby at the same time is even better."

"Shut up and fuck me," Gaby demanded, and an instant later her scream turned into a howl as Cassie seemed to thrust Yanic's cock forward into my bride's ass just as Gaby rocked backwards, thus doubling the force of entry. 

Even Yanic gasped in shock as Gaby's sphincter tried to lock him in, as her bowel tried to push him out. He mumbled to Cassie, "That's it, girl, play with my balls and my ass." 

The pretty maid slid behind him, kneeling as he was and sandwiched him in against Gaby, making sure that our fucking had a strong tempo.

I kept on thrusting my cock into Gaby, experiencing new sensations where our bodies slammed together. I realized that I could now, for the first time, feel another man's cock, separated from mine only by the thinnest of membranes. Gravity was drawing my balls down, and Cassie had his firmly in hand, yet I was also convinced that our scrota were colliding as Gaby squirmed between us.

"My...asss...is sooo....fulll...fuck. Yanic, you have a great cock," Gaby moaned, and then, as if realizing what affect this might have on me, she giggled and said, "almost as great as Seth's meat. With both of you filling me, I'm in heaven."

"Your ass, is so tight," Yanic gasped. Each of his thrusts pushed me against the gritty sand, adding yet another new sensation to the sex.

"More...I want more," Gaby groaned. She stretched forward and lowered her mouth to mine, her tongue desperately fucking me orally. I was on overload, but am a bit ashamed to admit that at that moment, I thought how I wished that it was Cassie's cunt, or another willing quim, rather than my bride's tongue on my lips.

One of Cassie's hands, the one which had thrust Yanic's cock smoothly into Gaby's rear in a single stroke, now was helping him by ensuring that Gaby's buttocks remained open to ease his invasion. I watched as Cassie's free hand snaked around Gaby's heaving body and cupped my wife's breast, hefting it gently at first, but quickly proceeding to kneading the flesh and then tugging on the already distended nipple. Gaby's abs continued milking my cock, and I felt my balls, amazingly, tightening again, as if I might have another load to discharge already. 

"Oh, God, I've never been so full," Gaby grunted, almost unable to breathe. 

Cassie's hand did not rest on Gaby's tit for long. 

"Do my clit, sweetie," she commanded the maid, and Cassie instantly obeyed.

Her hand dropped down the front of her body, tenderly caressing Gaby's flesh, until it reached her pudenda. I could now feel Cassie stroking Gaby's clit, her fingers dancing lightly but quickly, like playing the piano. The back of her hand grazed my flesh at the base of my cock, where Gaby and I were joined.

Gaby was now grunting in a primal, almost animal, fashion as Yanic's assfucking becoming the dominant force in our grouping. I new that her dam must be about to burst, and the puddle of fluids trapped between us would soon become a flood. 

Then I could feel Yanic's cock, just on the other side of that thin membrane, pulsing, his come trapped inside the condom, but otherwise sending shivers from Gaby's ass through her whole frame.

As she rocked, she placed her hands on my shoulders, pressing me harder down, and then arching her back, somehow driving her body firmly onto both cocks. She pistoned up and down like this for a dozen or so strokes. I could see that she was biting her lip. Her pussy walls were trying to clench tightly around my shaft, her nipples rocked side to side, all sure signs of a rocket fire quality orgasm.

"Christ, I've never come like this before," Gaby screamed, confirming my ability to read my bride's body.

Finally, my cock shivered and spasmed out a weak pulse of semen, creaming her already sodden cunt. This coincided with Gaby's groin clamping around me one more time, holding my half shrunken member hard against Yanic's cock, still in her other hole. Then Gaby shivered again and collapsed on top of me so quickly that Cassie hardly had time to draw her hand out from between us. 

"I love you," Gaby said quietly, almost whispering, her head resting on my shoulder, her lips warming my ear. "I love Yanic's cock, and want to taste him, and have him eat my pussy too, if you don't mind, but I love all of you."

"And I bet Kevin will be one happy best man when he hears how the honeymoon worked out."

"Oh, yeah, I need to see if it's just Yanic that made this special, or whether it's the two guy thing or just Yanic in particular."

As Gaby and I spoke, her breathing was returning to normal and I felt Yanic's cock first shrinking, and then slipping out of Gaby's ass.

"And Carla should be a happy maid of honour while you discover how many kinds of maids make you enjoy the Sapphic side of life."

"I guess they'll both be thrilled that they talked you into giving me this surprise nudist honeymoon."

"I'm sure they never guessed that it would turn out like this. In their wildest dreams, I bet they doubted that conservative little Gabriela might possibly be coaxed into going topless. Public group sex on the beach was way beyond anyone's imagination."

"Well, I'm not so shy anymore."

"And I'm glad of that," I said, rolling my head to kiss her passionately.

As we broke the kiss, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Yanic roll out from between our tangle of legs, collapsing onto his back on the sand beside me. Next thing I knew, I felt a tongue tickling the spot where my root was buried in Gaby's cunt. It was Cassie, lapping up the semen which was leaking out of Gaby as my organ shrank. Gradually, her tongue worked around, vanishing periodically, I imagined licking the wetness out of Gaby's rear, though Yanic had not deposited his semen there. 

A glance confirmed that Yanic had discarded his condom. His semi stiff helmet still glistened with his come.

"Which of you gets to lick him clean?" I asked, though I really only meant to think it, not say it.

"I don't think Cassie should get all the tongue exercise, do you?" Gaby replied. 

Without further delay, she reached over and cupped the former staffer's balls in her tiny hand, rolling them gently, and then hefting his shaft experimentally. She loosely circled the wrinkled flesh with her fingers and gave it a couple of tentative tugs. Quickly, Yanic's shaft began expanding again. I admired how fast young men recharge, but then smiled to myself, as I had done pretty well this week as well.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 06



Yanic responded to Gaby's attention by rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow. This made his cock stick out towards us, giving her a better angle to stroke him back to full rigidity. While doing this, she lifted her head back off my shoulder, moaning as Cassie tongued her clean.

Then Yanic shifted closer, using his arm and hips to scuttle over the sand without interrupting Gaby's efforts. His cockhead was now just inches from us.

"Can I kiss it?" Gaby asked, in a girlish voice. It wasn't quite clear whose permission she was seeking.

Yanic bobbed his head in a nod, and I could see his prick pulsing in anticipation. Gaby gazed longingly at the tasty looking treat and turned to look me in the eye.

"You know I want you to. You know how that will turn me on."

Gaby gave me another sunlight strength grin and twisted to the side. She lightly pecked her lips, onto just the very tip of Yanic's helmet, but then she stuck out her tongue and cleaned some of the juices off of his flesh.

"More?" I asked, knowing what she wanted.

Since she had already sucked Horace the waiter's fat black cock, which had been a much heavier mouthful, her hesitancy was odd, but endearing. My bride might be liberating herself sexually, but still was considerate of me. This honeymoon was shaping up to lead to a lifetime of bliss, wedded but wild.

She turned her head back to me and grinned like a little girl given permission to lick ice cream. I was surprised when she did not immediately devour Yanic's resurgent offering. Instead, she said, "Poor Seth, you haven't had anything to drink yet."

Before I could reply, Gaby stretched in my direction and darted her tongue across my lips. My mouth instinctively opened and her tongue entered, sharing Yanic's juices with me. I was not quite ready for that. The fresh saltiness gave way quickly to the sweetness that I was used to from kissing Gaby normally, but the third flavour note was a musky, manly earthiness which shocked initially, but which I quickly decided was more fine aged cheese than sweaty old sneakers.

As Gaby teased me, challenging my sexuality as I had already helped redefined hers; I felt warm breath surrounding my own well coated cock. A soft tongue flicked across the flap of skin attaching the head to the underside of the shaft. I moaned, my sounds momentarily muffled by Gaby's mouth. Then she released me, shifting her attention back to Yanic, and my voice echoed out along the beach.

I had forgotten during our intense tryst that all around us, other couples and groups of every size shape and orientation were making love, celebrating freedom on National Nude Day. Now, suddenly it seemed as if hundreds of pairs of eyes were all focussed on me, the source of the loudest noise. Several women giggled. 

Normally, my cock would likely have shrunk in embarrassment, but my bride was not the only one to overcome her ties to conventionality, this time my meat found even more life in response to the audience. Of course, having a tiny pink tongue flirting with the slit at the tip helped. I saw that it was Peggy, one of the twin brunette school teachers we had shared the night with. Her sister was crouched beside her. 

"My turn," Penny chuckled, playfully elbowing her sibling aside. Both were tall and thin. Their modest breasts dangled invitingly as they crouched between my knees. Clothed, you might walk past them in a store or on the street and never give them a glance. Not just content to be naked on the beach, they now exposed themselves to the entire resort as wanton polysexual playthings.

"Since you haven't eaten this morning, would you mind if I sit on your face?" This was Mary, the twins' travel companion, the most aggressive of the threesome. "I should warn you though, I'm full of Horace's seed...and maybe a few leftovers from other fellows I met last night."

She giggled, drunk on hormones and raging with lust. I glanced at Gaby, looking for permission, I guess, or maybe just reassurance that this strange adventure had not gone too far already.

"Sorry, Mary, I want him to be able to see me," she said. "And dear, I know you love cream pie, but I think this is special."

The schoolmarm barely had time to pout though, because one of Yanic's cohorts quickly lifted her onto a nearby bench and began devouring her loaded cunt.

My attention went back to Gaby. I tried not to be distracted by the twin mouths sucking my balls and licking my shaft, and concentrate on my bride. Gaby swallowed Yanic's musty cock in one gulp, lowering her open jaw over his meat. It seemed like he didn't even touch the sides of her mouth. In less than a week, Gaby had gone from a reluctant fellatrix to professional calibre, and somehow I knew the best was yet to come. I watched the mushroom of Yanic's cockhead bulge in Gaby's cheek as she rolled it with her tongue, at the same time bobbing her head up and down his shaft, taking all of the flavour which the condom had trapped on his skin.

"You are the best I've ever had," the young beach bum sighed, "and I've had all sorts – young ones, old ones, fat ones, rich ones, black ones, white ones. Even an Asian girl who I think was the slave of the rich guy who paid me so he could watch."

Yanic paused. "Then he wanted to suck my cock too."

"Did you let him? " I asked.

"Sure. Like I said he was rich. And it's not as if I had to suck him."

Suddenly, Gaby pulled her mouth off of his tip. A single strand of saliva still tied her lip to his glans.

"So, if I wanted Seth to taste your delicious cock, that would be too gay, or too expensive?" Gaby asked, raising her face to bat her eyelashes provocatively at him.

The pearly strand now dangled from her lip. It swayed seductively, holding my eye as Yanic seemed to contemplate Gaby's question seriously. A lot more seriously than I thought it deserved. After all, I assumed she was joking, or at least speaking hypothetically. She couldn't really want me to suck Yanic's cock could she?

I must not have been the only one who noticed the silence, because at that moment, one of the twins decided to nip at my tender shaft with sharp little teeth. They were still both toying with my revitalized member.

"That got his interest," the non–biting twin laughed, waiting until I was looking at her to suck one of my balls into her mouth, and roll it on her tongue. Her sister licked at the spot she had nipped, and then resumed bathing my rod with her tongue, working upwards in a corkscrewing pattern, and then circling underneath the ridge of my cockhead, her warm breath coating my tender flesh.

"You really should taste him, without the dilution from having it mixed with my spit," Gaby said, refocusing my attention in her direction. "How much different is it really from eating a cream pie? You were all set a minute ago to eat Horace's goo out of Mary's cunt."

As she spoke, Gaby palmed Yanic's balls, rolling them in their sack like a pair of dice. His cock responded by bobbing up and down, nodding its head.

"It looks like Yanic's cock agrees," I conceded.

My bride beamed at me, her lips gleaming with Yanic's seed. She had done so much for me, how could I deny her this?

"Go for it." It was Jazzy, the most adventuresome of our new found friends, who we had left behind in our room with Espy, her travel companion, and Horace the waiter. "You might find you love the taste."

I glanced up to see both blondes and the fat black man standing in a cluster of revellers gathered around me.

Suddenly it seemed as if the whole resort had stopped fucking and sucking and were all gathered around to see whether I would lick Yanic's cock. This made it a lot tougher. Maybe it would just have been easier if Gaby had turned my head that extra inch a few minutes earlier when she had started sucking him. Quick and spontaneous could be laughed off later. Now, it was a big deal. I hesitated.

"I dare you," Gaby said. "Or I won't let you fuck Carla when we get home."

It had been implied already that I would get a chance with Gaby's maid of honour, but to this point I still had not fucked another cunt since the wedding. Carla would be willing, I knew that, but she also would want Gaby's permission. She might fuck my buddy Kev behind his wife's back, but Gaby was her best friend. If I wanted Carla's well trained pussy, I would obviously need to earn it.

"Come on, Seth, it isn't like she's asking you to swallow. She just asked you to give him a taste." I knew this was Espy's voice.

I saw that Horace had one arm around each blonde, the middle finger of each hand nestled knuckle deep in their respective pussy. It was flattering that Espy was paying so much attention. She and Jaz each had one hand wrapped around Horace's massive cock. He was so huge that there was a still lot more sticking out. Cassie must have noticed this as well, because she stirred herself up off the sand to crawl across and begin licking Horace's mushroom.

"Look at Cassie," Penny, or Peggy, whichever twin didn't have my own helmet in her mouth, said, "you just have to do what she just did, nothing more."

I still wished that this had all happened spontaneously. Now we had a crowd watching, and suspense building. If I waited much longer someone might start handicapping odds on whether I was up to the dare. I took another lingering look at the twins slurping the leftovers off of the outside of my cock. Though actually, I was pretty clean, and now they were just playing.

Gaby was silent, not taunting me. She knew me well enough that she gave me time and space. We loved each other because we could trust each other that way. Instead of talking, she started twisting her head, alternately licking Yanic and sucking on my ear lobe. Then she ran her tongue teasingly around my ear, and finally, fucked my ear canal with her tongue tip, right after sticking it into Yanic's slit.

"He can't taste it from his ear," I heard Espy laughing.

I focussed on Peggy's tongue circling my cockhead, bathing every inch as her sister alternated sucking each of my balls in turn. Her lips were soft and silky on my tired flesh, reviving me as my shaft started bobbing up and down to show its appreciation of her efforts. I moaned in response to all of the stimulation.

Gaby kissed her way down my neck and nibbled my collarbone, and then planted a deep kiss on my lips. I knew that the saltiness was Yanic's taste, and I understood that this was my bride's way of repeating her dare that I sample it from the source.

When Gaby stopped exploring my teeth with her tongue, I gasped for air. "There wouldn't be much point my licking Yanic now, I'm sure that you've cleaned all of his flavour right off of him, and I just got a blast of that."

"Let us help with that, then!" Espy and Jazzy both said at once. They quickly dropped beside Gaby and joined her in attacking Yanic. Espy focussed on the helmet, her pink tongue dancing lightly all around the spongy flesh, first teasing the rim and then flitting across his pee hole. Alternately, she rolled the whole weight of the flat of her tongue as her lips caressed the edges. 

Jazzy started with Yanic's right nut, tea bagging it so deeply into her mouth I could swear it was bulging in her throat. Gaby was left to bathe his resurgent shaft with long curling loops of saliva, lips and tongue equally enchanting him. She switched jobs suddenly with Jazzy. No words were spoken - their mouths were too busy – but just as Jazzy released Yanic's testicle and moved to lick his root, her tongue carving a perfect circle right where rod met base, Gaby slid her mouth to his scrotum, slurping his left ball into her cheek, bouncing it with her tongue.

As Espy and Jazzy jousted when their tongues collided at the top of Yanic's shaft, I imagined that the sensations he was experiencing must be similar to the effect that the twins were having on me, though more intense. After all, he had one more mouth servicing him, and while Peggy and Penny seemed content to enjoy the pungent flavours already present on my private parts, Yanic's attackers were clearly intent on pushing him rapidly to climax. 

Still, though both our well used cocks should have been exhausted by their labours to that point, the oral attention we were receiving made us freshly tumescent. My balls began tightening, even drawing up towards my groin as the twins fingered my sack, nimble fingers caressing, and then kneading. Since they had lots of hands to spare, it did not take long before a single digit, followed by a second, travelled the short distance to tease my anus. I was unsure at first whose fingers were where, and I focussed on what was happening between my own legs long enough to figure out that each of Penny and Peggy had their baby finger of their opposite hands – one left, the other right - under me, and were cupping my balls with that palm and the other fingers. Their free hands roamed my belly, occasionally caressing my shaft, or brushing the head of my cock at those brief moments when no lips or tongue was enclosing my bulb. The girls noticed me watching. They grinned at me in unison and, almost as if communicating telepathically, winked with opposite eyes, then locked their lips around my helmet from either side, kissing my meat and each other all at once. 

Yanic was receiving slightly more aggressive attention. Espy and Jazzy each had reached up with one hand and they were tweaking Yanic's nipples in stereo, all the while still batting his hardening erection from side to side with the tips of their tongues, like two erotic ping pong players. Expect it was my wife that had his balls, and there the analogy ended, because she had them in her mouth, not her hands. 

I considered the possibility that this distraction might make everyone forget Gaby having dared me, except that was obviously not to be, as Horace, who I noticed had slumped onto the sand and was busily fingering Espy, said, "It looks like he is about to explode. I hope he still has lots of juice for Seth to taste."

I heard Mary groaning as Yanic's buddy cleaned her cunt, but imagined that they were really moans of encouragement.

Then Gaby popped Yanic's balls out of her lips and murmured, "I think he's about to explode. Sure enough, his hips were starting to jump up off the sand. This conveniently allowed Gaby to slide her fingers under his butt and stimulate his prostate.

I could see his shaft convulse as a great gob of goo rocketed upwards like an explosive charge. Espy and Jazzy must have felt the tremor with their tongues. They yelped stereophonically as they bumped foreheads, both rushing to be the one whose mouth got to close over the top of Yanic's bulb and get first taste of his onrushing seed.

The climax was so rapid that neither recovered in time, and the thick syrupy milk geysered out of his slit. Gobs splattered the young blondes, Espy catching a string in the forehead and Jazzy was hit squarely in her left eye. Most of the deposit landed on Yanic's own belly, pooling in and around his navel as he slumped in post orgasmic bliss. 

I was momentarily distracted when Penny or Peggy accidentally nipped my tender flap where mushroom joined to shaft. When I looked right again, Gaby's tongue was rolling up Yanic's shaft, tasting his flesh. Espy and Jazzy had regained composure and were both lapping up semen off of Yanic's stomach.

With any luck, I figured, everyone was so busy that they would forget all about Gaby's dare. 

No such luck. Just as precum incredibly began oozing yet again out of my slit, Peggy stopped after licking the first droplet and looked up from between my legs. Her twin Penny paused, one of my balls still resting on her tongue.

"Time to share that flavour with Seth?" she asked.

Jazzy and Espy looked up from their snack. They leaned together and swapped a ball of fresh seed, dramatically sticking their tongues out of their teeth, and showing the growing crowd exactly what they were doing. The tips of their tongues teasingly twisted together as the pearly essence dangled, but they never spilled a drop.

"Just like that?" Mary asked, her own orgasmic waves subsiding as Yanic's friend paused to shift into a 69 position.

"No," Penny reminded everyone, "Gaby wants him to taste it fresh off Yanic's meat."

It would have been a lot easier if you had just done it without stopping to think." It was Cassie, who had been silently sucking Horace's mighty meat. "That's what I figured out about ass fucking."

The lilting way the tiny black maid said 'ass fucking' made it sound like a game you'd play at a birthday party, hardly a taboo at all. Mind you, after this honeymoon, not much was taboo.

With that thought in mind, I turned my face and made eye contact with my bride. She raised her left eyebrow in a question. I nodded just a touch. She grinned so wide that she outshone the sun.

Gaby didn't say a word; she just tugged on Yanic's half hard cock like a handle. Espy and Jazzy quietly rolled aside, allowing Yanic's body the room to turn so his manhood approached closer to me. My wife's tongue never stopped encouraging him, though she no longer was cleaning his spunky cockhead. Instead, she was toying with the spot where the underside of his shaft emerged from his groin, and teasing his balls at the same time.

"We'll share," she moaned as that fat purple knob approached my dry lips. My tongue instinctively flicked out seeking moisture. Gaby noticed and added, "Here, let me help."

Her lips brushed mine and I got a taste of Yanic from her mouth as she shared her juicy mouth with me. 

"He tastes even better from the source," she whispered again.

Despite being in the middle of a beach full of naked people, most of whom were strangers, this moment was extremely intimate, and when I closed my eyes it was as if we were alone in our honeymoon suite. Except upon opening my eyes again, Yanic's heavy cock was staring me in the face, glistening with his cum and saliva from our newfound blonde friends.

"Lick it," my bride commanded. "I dare you."

It was my turn.

I stuck my tongue out tentatively, not quite touching the first manhood which would ever grace my lips. I had however committed to the first step down a path. This was no longer about whether I got to fuck Carla, or fears about whether Kevin would think I had turned gay on him. This was all about Gaby and I, and daring each other, opening new worlds of fun and excitement as we began our new married world together.

Yanic solved my tentativeness by simply rolling his hips over about 30 degrees. This nudged his lance right up onto my mouth. My lips parted without pause for further thought. I did not swallow his cock, but the tip did rub across my teeth. My tongue swatted roughly across his slit. He tasted salty, not spunky at all, much like Gaby had after she had sucked Horace's cock earlier, but stronger, not diluted by her sweetness.

A little voice in my head told me that soon, I ought to try eating another man's come out of Gaby's pussy. I shuddered at the image, distracted from the immediate act of licking Yanic, an action which would have seemed repulsive a week earlier before the wedding, and our nude beach honeymoon. Now, my thoughts were about whether I wanted to try Gaby's cream filled cunt before or after eating another freshly fucked woman, of which I had so many suddenly to chose from.

"Doesn't he taste good?" Gaby teased, with her lips close to mine as she licked down Yanic's shaft.

This reminded me about the task at hand. I nodded in response as I copied her action, sliding my tongue along his flesh, the edge occasionally grazing Gaby as we both bathed him with saliva. I quickly learned that as the spit accumulated, I had to lick faster and harder. Soon I had such a wet mouth that I had to swallow, and Yanic's seed, mixed with other juices, seeped down my throat.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 06



Gaby and I twisted our tongues together at the base of Yanic's cock, jousting like sword fighters.

"Don't forget his balls," Espy coached from beside me. 

Again, Gaby led the way, bouncing a testicle on just the tip of her tongue. I waited, hoping she did not draw it into her mouth, knowing that I could not go that far, but not wanting to be the one to declare the dare over.

I slipped my tongue around Yanic's pulsing meat, testing the weight of his girth, but still not taking it fully into my mouth. I saw that the skin shone cleanly as my nose reached his pubes. I decided not to even pause, for fear of a failure of nerve.

As my lips grazed his wrinkly tight scrotum, I felt one of the twins tease my sphincter. Two sets of warm moist lips battled at the tip of my cock. I felt my own balls pull as tight as Yanic. Unlike him, I had a fresh load to shoot. As one of the twins finally won victory over her sister, and closed her mouth over the head of my cock, I exploded again. As my shaft convulsed, my whole body froze, except for my tongue, which curled around the front, side, bottom and behind Yanic's balls in one motion. I noticed that Gaby seemed to have already licked those areas clean, and I had to spit out a few grains of sand.

Exhausted physically and emotionally, I collapsed back onto the beach, praying that Gaby would not dare me to swallow his cock. Fortunately, as I lay there with my eyes shut, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, I heard someone say, "Let's find them an umbrella, and they can have a nap right here."

Within seconds, I was asleep, Gaby's head on my chest, the twins resting on my thighs, three hands all grasping my package, ready for a super wake up call. 



Nude Beach Bride Ch. 07



"I think your cocksucking finally woke Seth up, Jazzy."

I opened my eyes slowly to the sound of my bride's voice. Here we were, on our honeymoon, at a resort, naked on a beach on National Nude Day. We had just awoken from our nap after a public orgy with our new found friends. Just a few days ago, Gabriela, better known as Gaby, had been shy and sexually reserved, a nice convent schooled girl, willing to have premarital sex, but tentatively and only conventionally. Her maid of honour, Carla, and my best man, Kevin, had set this nude resort honeymoon up as a test of her limits. 

If the test was designed to blow past any limits, Gaby had passed with flying colours. She had denied me sex for several days as the price of her finally going nude on National Nude Day. But we had done everything but fuck, with each other and others. Finally, this morning, we had consummated our marriage, and had kept right on pushing boundaries. She had taken another cock up her ass while fucking me, and then I had been goaded into licking the same cock. I guess not only Gaby's limits were being tested.

Jazzy was a tall, athletic blonde, travelling with her girlfriend, Espy. Both were bisexual and adventuresome. After the fuckfest on the beach, I had dozed off under an umbrella, with Gaby asleep across my chest, but it had been the deceptively straight looking school teaching twin brunettes, Peggy and Penny, who had been resting across my thighs. 

We had met the twins, and their companion, Mary, a few nights before, at another beach party which had turned into an orgy. That time, however, Gaby had panicked, and ran away from most of the play. At the time, I had thought I had failed in my quest, that she would not go nude, and that our sex lives as a married couple would be as dishwater dull as while we had been dating. Fortunately, what had really happened was that Gaby had merely needed to grow in stages, and each day had revealed new depths to her sexuality, like she was a flower blooming in the spring.

Since Gaby and the twins had all been grasping my resting cock when I had nodded off, I would have expected any wake up blow job to be from one of them. Instead, Jazzy was crouched between my legs, kneeling on a towel on the sand, her long delicate fingernails teasing my scrotum as her tongue flicked precum from my tip into her cheeks. Her breath was cooler than the tropical heat, and the wetness of her mouth was refreshing. Despite multiple orgasms, my little soldier began to stand at attention.

Suddenly, Gaby twisted my left nipple.

"Ouch," I exclaimed, provoking a gaggle of giggles.

"Welcome back to reality, Seth. You must have been having a great dream, because I felt your shaft throbbing the whole time," Gaby told me.

"I think I must still be dreaming."

"Well, let's not wake up for a few more days," she replied, grinning.

"You mean, when the honeymoon is over, all this fun ends?"

"Oh, I hope not."

With one hand, Gaby ruffled the hair on my head, as she trailed the fingers of her other hand down my hairy body, sending shivers through my spine even more intensely that Jazzy, who was now bobbing up and down vigourously deep throating me. She was an expert cocksucker, though only in her early twenties, and took me right into her throat, using her oesophageal muscles to knead my head. 

"I love watching you suck cock, Jaz," Gaby said, "I'm not very good at it, and thinking I can learn a lot from you."

Jazzy popped my rod out of her jaw just long enough to reply, "The only way to get good is to practice a lot." As if to prove her point, she immediately resumed her efforts, rolling her tongue all around my length before taking me back into her mouth. Gaby leaned closer, intently studying her friend's technique.

I smiled at my bride. I knew what she needed from me at that moment, "You give great head, sweetie," I said. It was true, or almost true. Gaby gave good head, but nothing like experts like Jazzy, who blew not only the cock, but the mind. "But I guess you can always learn new things."

I glanced around, wondering where the twins had gone, and realized that they were lazily suckling Gaby's tits, which showed signs of danger of sunburn, despite having napped under the umbrella. My bride had never bared her breasts to the elements before, so I guess they were especially sensitive. Her nipples were well protected at the moment, as one twin drew each between moist lips. 

With genetic synchronicity, they caressed the underside of Gaby's firm breasts, rubbing them with their palms, as they toyed with just the tip of each nubbin, teasing Gaby with their tongues. As they drew the rest of each bud between their respective lips, one of each of their hands roamed down my wife's taut tummy, rubbing in lazy circles, dipping lower down her belly with each motion, until two index fingers pulled her clit hood from either side, releasing her already aroused button to the air. Despite the tropical heat, a shiver convulsed my bride's body. The sight of the twins jousting with Gaby's clit as they drank more of her boobs into their mouths heightened my excitement.

"I think I should give this load to my wife," I suggested to Jazzy, since I could feel the seed stirring restlessly in my balls, battling to burst up the fleshy pipe. I had experienced so much sex in that day that I worried I might only have one more load to give. 

Peggy and Penny were bringing Gaby close to another climax, fingers now thrusting deep into her cunt as my wife's pelvis leapt up in response. "So lovely..." Gaby moaned, her eyes hooded half shut. 

I relaxed, pleased that she was so happy. Jazzy's tongue teased my balls as she worked her own fingers around my shaft, rubbing hard, the friction a bit harsh, but enough to make my groin tighten and my pee slit gasp open.

"Fuck me harder," Gaby yelled, drawing my attention again. 

Her screams could be heard all over the resort. Heck, I bet Kevin and Carla heard them back home.

I saw that one of the twins had her fist wrist deep inside my wife, stretching her wide, while the other had slid her hand around Gaby's butt, and was stimulating he anus with a single fingertip. Given that Yanic, a former resort worker she had fancied had buried his fat cock deep into Gaby's rectum not long before, there could easily have been room for more, but the twins seemed to be experts at their task. No doubt they had lots of practice with their chum Mary.

"Eat my cunt, please," Gaby begged the twins.

Her eager demand shocked me, not just because she had forgotten all about my cock, and sharing my seed with Jazzy, but because she was embracing girl on girl pussy eating with such enthusiasm. Her reluctance was melting away in the midday sun, and she was accepting sexual liberation for her own pleasure, not merely to please me.

The twins eager ate my bride, tongues working almost like a double headed dildo, poking and flicking around Gaby's thighs before focussing in on the labia and then flicking into her pussy, at first quick teasing flicks, and then progressing to bobbing her clit from both sides at once. I saw that this was making Gaby's toes curl in the sand. 

"My clit feels like it's about to explode. I think I know how a guy feels just before he comes," Gaby moaned, her eyes closing as she road through her orgasm.

Jazzy continued working playfully to please me, her experienced tongue bathing my shaft, keeping me excited, but not allowing my load to explode. "We need to be good and wait for Gaby to be ready," she whispered as she paused for breath.

I nodded my agreement, but at the same time, I gently nudged her head back to my cockhead. She took the hint and resumed deep throating, but allowing my skin only to barely feel her mouth, and with her fingers restraining me at the root.

Suddenly, Gaby tensed up and stared at me. I worried that she was about to rebel, express regret, and run screaming in guilt rather than joy. As soon as she saw me though, she smiled.

"I was off in some other universe, sweetie," she said, "then I saw you."

"Are you okay?" I asked. The twins had stopped licking her pussy when she had stiffened, and now were just calmly caressing her thighs.

"I'm wonderful."

"This isn't too much for you, all at once?"

"I'm fine, but I could really use a kiss right now."

I tapped Jazzy on the head, and she drew her mouth off of my cock so that I could slide across the sand to kiss my bride. Gaby gave my cock a playful tug as our tongues twisted together.

"Better be careful with that, its loaded and might go off," one of the twins joked, making her sister laugh.

"Do you want me now?" I whispered into Gaby's ear.

"No, go back to Jazzy, she wants your cock in her mouth still," Gaby said, swirling her tongue right into my ear canal.

I obeyed, as a good husband should. The tone of our marriage was shifting already, but only slightly. Gaby has always held the power, but now it was a power of permission, not of denial.

The twins slid back up Gaby's body as I turned back to Jazzy. They both tried kissing my bride at once, and she stretched her mouth wide, wanting to take both tongues, but it failed, and the trio sank into the sand laughing as Jazzy nibbled at the soft skin beneath my cockhead. This held me at the brink of climax, but never threatened to actually make my goo gush.

The laughter beside me gave way again to loving, as the twins resumed licking all around Gaby's nipples, not drawing the flesh into their mouths, just allowing their skin and hair to tease my wife, until her hips again began writhing. 

"Oh...my....god..." Gaby again found religion, though not the way her school had intended. "Fuck me now."

She grabbed each twin by the hair and forced their mouths over her nipples. As soon as they were suckling, she reached down and guided one of each girl's hands back to her cunt. The one to her right she placed on her clit, while the left one she used like a flesh dildo, stabbing it deep into her wide open cunt.

As quickly as she had grabbed the twins to her bosom, she thrust them away with a grunt, spilling them off to either side, her climax leaving her spent.

"Too tired for more?" I asked, thinking Jazzy might end up with my load by herself.

"I could use a shower," Gaby moaned, her fingers tugging her own nipples away from her tits, "but... not... just... yet."

Her breath was coming out in gasps. Then I noticed that Yanic, who was lying on the sand, crawled over to Gaby, and buried his face in her lap. From the way her hips began revolving, I guessed that his tongue must be describing figure eights on her clit, enjoying the taste of her sweet excited pussy.

Jazzy clamped her fist around my root to hold my sperm in, and lifted her head to ask my bride, "Do you want this load in your pussy, or should I transfer it to you by mouth?"

"Let's share it," Gaby moaned.

"That's no answer," Espy giggled, as her chum flicked her tongue teasingly below her fingers, keeping my attention focussed. Espy was crouched beside Jazzy, tweaking her companion's nipples. "Jazzy would just as happily lick it out of your pussy as swap it by mouth."

As if to illustrate her oral fascination, Jazzy lapped her tongue along underneath my cockhead, paying particular care to the flap of skin tying the glans to the shaft. While this went on, Gaby started gasping out an orgasm provoked by Yanic's tonguing, so she was distracted for the moment.

I noticed that the twins were still nearby, partially shaded by the umbrella. They were still excited from playing with Gaby, and not getting any relief themselves. One of them – I could not tell which - was already in the middle of a passionate doggy fuck with Horace, the gigantic waiter who had enlivened breakfast in our room earlier. 

Horace's massive cock was plunging deep into her pussy from behind, withdrawing almost fully after each stroke so that her excitement was visibly moist on his rod, his extra fat mushroom poised just between her labia, stretching her lips wide. Then when he pushed deep, she would grunt. Using her tits as handles, he began rocking her, fucking faster, and harder. Her joyous screams carried far along the beach, as her sister helped out by tweaking one nipple, while Mary, the third member of their travel package, suckled the other boob.

Espy joined in the action, crawling beneath Jazzy, who shifted her thighs open invitingly. The petite blonde rolled onto her back and lifted her mouth to kiss inside her friend's thigh, while spreading Jazzy's labia wide with a few fingers. Her tongue slid slowly along the tanned flesh, teasing tantalizingly close to the wetness within. Looking down at all this happening between my knees, I saw that both blondes were enraptured. 

My cock though throbbed urgently, excited even more by all this fresh visual stimulation, as Jazzy toyed with it like it was a hard frozen ice cream treat. My slit was gaping open like a fish's mouth. I was ready to explode as soon as Jazzy allowed. 

"Let's give Gaby a minute to refocus," Jazzy suggested quietly, her own breathing becoming panting as Espy's experienced young tongue finally stabbed deep into Jazzy's cunt. The warm moist air bathed my pulsating prick.

"I don't want today to end." 

I wasn't aware I spoke out loud until Gaby reached over and tousled my hair gently. "The day might end, but the spirit will live forever," my bride assured me. "We'll have a lifetime of days like this. And to prove it, I'm going to take Jazzy's idea one step further. How would you like to come in her cunt, and then watch me eat both your seed and Yanic's out of her?"

"Mmmmm. I don't know about Seth, but I like the sound of that," Espy moaned from beneath Jazzy.

"I suppose you want a piece of that cream pie too," Gaby giggled.

"I think I'd help out by licking Seth's shaft clean while he and I watch, if you don't mind."

"Of course I won't mind, if it's okay with Seth," Gaby agreed, reaching over to stroke Yanic's fat manhood, which already looked ready to gush. "Are you up for it Jazzy?"

"As long as I get Horace's cream for my appetizer then," the blonde replied.

"You might have to eat it out of Peggy - or is that Penny," my wife guessed, glancing beside us, where the massive waiter was still ploughing vigourously into the straight looking but pleasantly perverse young schoolmarm.

"Penny", Mary clarified, "and I want a share of that, and not just licking Horace's shaft clean either."

"I'll share Penny's sweet cream pie filled pussy with you, Mary," Jazzy purred. 

On cue, Espy slid out from beneath her companion, and allowed Jazzy to roll away from between my knees. The blonde girl who had been so tenderly caring for my cock carefully inserted herself underneath Penny. I guessed that her tongue was swabbing the exact spot where Horace met Penny, urging that part of our complex little game towards climax. 

Jazzy was lying on the sand, facing upwards, with her knees bent, and hips splayed open. I did not hesitate to debate whether to push the envelope of this honeymoon wider. Gaby wanted me to fuck that shiny wet cunt; I had best just fuck first and let her eat later.

I pushed up from my chair, staggering slightly as I struggled with the footing in the hot deep loose sand, but luckily, I fell almost on top of Jazzy, landing between her legs, without disturbing Penny, who was screaming, "Fuck me, Horace, ride me like a horse."

"I can feel his balls tightening," Jazzy gasped between licks, barely loud enough for me to hear as I thumbed her nipples. "If you hurry, the two of you could come together, one at either end of me."

"Then you could swallow any stray bits that overflow out of Penny's pussy," I answered. "If his load matches the size of his equipment, he'll do more than just flood her, since she's not very big."

Penny chose that moment to interrupt her moaning and bite down on my shoulder. After the initial shock, I enjoyed how her orgasm shuddered through our interconnected bodies. My cock tip was just brushing against Jazzy's pussy; as I was about to truly violate my marriage vows, by taking another, right here on my honeymoon. Though a hard cock has no conscience, I was still comforted by being able to rationalize my actions as being within bounds, since I was doing this to obey and cherish my bride.

"No fair not completing the chain," Peggy cooed, her warm hand slapping my ass, startling me, but also driving my rod deep into Jazzy without giving me any more time to pause and reflect.

"That's it, fuck her hard," Gaby lustily cheered me on. She roused herself and stepped close, and then knelt beside Jazzy. I could feel Gaby's breath stirring my belly hair. Then I felt her skin brush against mine. I looked down to see my bride, who would have blushed at the idea mere days before, stabbing her tongue at the pearly button of our blonde playmate, just centimetres from the spot where my shaft was sliding in and out of that wet cunt.

My attention was quickly diverted however, as Peggy continued her playfulness by pressing her naked body hard against my back, diamond like nipples drilling deep into my flesh. Peggy's hands reached around under my arms, and I was startled when she tweaked my nipples. If her goal was ensuring an enthusiastic fuck for Jazzy, this worked, as my body intuitively reacted by lurching forward, burying me even deeper in the blonde box. 

To keep a fast rhythm going, Peggy began humping her pelvis against my rear. If she had a cock, she would have been assfucking me doggy style. At the same time, her hands slid between me and Jazzy, as Peggy rubbed my chest and explored down my stomach, slowly so as not to tickle as she played with my hairy pelt. 

My piston kept plunging into Jazzy, but I seemed to float out of my body as the intensity overwhelmed me, so I was watching myself fucking this young woman, instead of participating. That plus the repeated sex prolonged the fucking, as my climax was delayed. Jazzy and Gaby each had a finger in Jazzy's cunt, jousting over her clit, inducing a series of orgasms.

Jazzy's spine curved into an arc as she lifted towards me, screaming, "Fill me with your seed, flood my cunt, so Gaby can eat it out of me."

From my hallucinatory perspective, I glanced over and enjoyed seeing Horace emptying his heavy load into Penny. He kept pounding deep into her as his weapon deflated. Each stroke drove Penny towards me, and she continued nipping at my flesh, with more passion and less playfulness. Still, it all seemed like a dream, even as her teeth drew blood.

Mary and Espy both played with Penny's tits until Horace finally collapsed back onto the sand, spent, a huge grin on his face. Yanic joined in then, sliding underneath the pretty young schoolteacher and slurping his buddy's cream, first cleaning her thighs where the streams of goo glistened brightly in the sun, and then working across , and upwards, until his nose was buried deep in the folds of Penny's pussy.

"It doesn't look like you and Mary will get to share that cream pie after all, "I quietly said to Jazzy, who seemed too lost in our own fucking to care.

What pushed me over the top, finally, was the treat of my bride's soft tongue flicking across the top side of my shaft at the very spot where it was entering Jazzy. At the same time, Peggy's expert fingers twined around my root, kneading me further towards providing the cream pie which Gaby longed to eat. Peggy's body warmed my back, adding energy to my thrusts like she was a solar panel. 

I felt Peggy's teeth nibble the shoulder which Penny had not gnawed, as she slid her head around mine, tonguing up my neck and teasing my ear canal with the tip of her tongue, and then nipping at the lobe. Her twin mimicked the moves; just a few beats delayed, repeating the actions on my other side. The feeling of twin tongues exploring my aural cavities sent shivers to my spine, and from there, straight out my cock. 




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 07



Poor Gaby's head was squeezed tightly in the narrowing space where I met Jazzy's pelvis, as Peggy was driving me more and more into a kneeling position. Gaby's tongue was now trying to twist around my shaft, while occasionally still flitting over to make Jazzy's clit bobble like a doll. Gaby added her fingers to the mix, adding to Jazzy's climax, making her bounce high off the sand to meet my thrusts.

I sensed rather than saw that the sisters were straightening up and kissing behind and above the back of my head, as Peggy thrust a thumb past my sphincter to stimulate my prostate, ensuring a strong flow of goo into Jazzy's waiting receptacle. I kept on thrusting as my rod softened, letting every bit of cream spurt into this lovely cunt, knowing how much I was about to enjoy seeing my wife drink from it like a goblet. This image in turn reinvigorated my ardour, as I reached over Gaby's head, tweaking Jazzy's sensitive nipples, using her pleasant pain as a device to milk even more cum from my now aching balls. 

The twins kept me locked in place, licking the nerve centers at the top and bottom of my spine simultaneously, their hands reaching around to twist my teats much as I was doing to Jazzy. Their tongues ran along the bony protuberances of my backbone as if they were fingering a saxophone. Each lick, each stab, each twirl, sent another wave of shocks right down and out the tip of my cock, buried deep in this tender flesh.

Again, I seemed to float outside my body, dissociated from my own actions, seemingly watching myself. I also noticed Yanic. Since Penny was now too busy teasing me for him to comfortably continue eating her cream pie, he was sharing his treat with Mary, snowballing Horace's used seed, mixed with Penny's juices and his own spittle, into Mary's eager mouth. 

"Mary is getting a share of Horace's cream after all," I thought, and probably muttered out loud, but, again, Jazzy's mind was elsewhere, as Gaby continued to flick her tongue along the edges of our friend's pussy, seeking to capture any stray overflow of my seed, or Jazzy's abundant wetness.

Mary was giggling so hard, bits fell from her lips, which the two of them were enjoying licking off their chins, tongues flicking out and down, then tangling, until it was impossible to know which goo was where. Mary meanwhile reached between their bodies, stroking Yanic's cock, restoring it to full hardness. She broke free of Penny just long enough to lift her hand to her mouth and run her flat tongue down her palm, like a kid licking a popsicle. 

"Yum, he's still sticky wet," Mary observed, her tongue then capturing the remains off of her glistening lips. 

Cassie had been resting off to one side quietly, reverting to her maid-like demeanour of deference, but now she spoke, "may I have a taste?" 

Without waiting for a reply, the cocoa skinned servant took a step across the sand and knelt at the feet of Mary, Penny and Yanic. She gently stroked Yanic's half erect shaft and then ran her tongue around the girth, from the base all the way to the underside of his mushroom. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip, and without a pause began deep throating him, stimulating his balls with her free hand at the same time. As she did this, she shifted up into a doggy position. 

My cock twitched at the implied invitation, but I decided that rest was the better part of valour, or at least of not having my cock fall off. Besides which, Gaby had said nothing about allowing me to fuck Cassie, and she already had one pussy filled with my cream waiting for her to eat.

Penny nestled next to Cassie in the sand and began caressing the young maid's lithe body, just rubbing, not twisting or pulling on any of the special parts. From the increase in Cassie's groans, it seemed to be working. Soon, Cassie had to back off and allow her saliva to escape down Yanic's rod, and coat her own chin. Penny then tenderly touched Cassie's face, guiding the girl's mouth around until Penny could lap the excess fluids into her own mouth, allowing her to experience yet another combination of tastes.

Like Cassie, Espy had slipped to the sidelines, though her rest had been brief. Watching Penny pleasing Cassie obviously inspired her, as she slid along the sand and began licking Cassie's thighs from behind. The contrast of icy white blonde hair draped over tawny skin added to the exoticness of the occasion. Despite Gaby's interest in continuing our swinging after the honeymoon, swapping or foursomes at home might seem tame to these honeymoon trysts.

Finally, I was able to roll off of Jazzy, collapsing to the sand. I was ready for a good nap, but had to stay awake at least long enough to watch Gaby complete her mission. Since her head was already on Jazzy's belly, it was simple for my bride to shift just a little bit and begin lapping my cream pie out of our friend's warm wet pussy. 

"Mmmm, Jazzy adds a nice sweetness to your salty tang," she said, holding her eyes right on mine. Then, she opened her mouth wide, dramatically rolled her tongue along her lips, coating them with a creamy sheen. Little strands of goo already dangled from her teeth.

"Excuse me, I need more pie," she continued, adopting an exaggerated Southern Belle style accent.

In order to bury her whole face in Jazzy's cunt, Gaby shifted her whole body, kneeling in doggy position between the blonde's knees, and then lowered her head. There was no dainty lapping along inner thighs here. The first taste might have been a tease, but now Gaby was munching like she was in a pie eating contest at a State Fair. Her hair flew from side to side, sweat spraying wildly, as she furiously licked and nibbled at Jazzy's flesh and my deposit.

I just watched, amazed at the sudden change in my wife. Less than a week ago, she had been shocked to find Carla fucking a caterer in the pantry during our rehearsal dinner. "I know she's a slut, but what if someone walked in?" she had said to me afterwards. 

As I had sat there at the restaurant, my napkin barely covering the bulge in my lap, I had whispered back, "Well, someone did walk in, you did, so tell me – what happened?"

Gaby had blushed then. "Nothing," she said, not looking me in the eye. "They were too busy polishing the countertop with Carla's naked ass to notice me."

At that point, I had discretely reached over and slid my hand up her leg, intending to creep beneath her skirt to check for dampness, but Gaby had slapped my hand and then had blushed a deeper red.

"I knew it," I told her, "you got excited watching them."

Covering her face with her napkin, my then fiancée had nodded, just a tiny bob of her chin. "I'm so ashamed," she had said.

"I bet if they had noticed you, they would have enjoyed the fucking even more, and maybe asked you to join them."

At that point, Gaby had a coughing fit, but sputtered "I never would...I was mortified just seeing it."

That was then, this is now, I reflected as I watched Gaby eating pussy in public, her own hot box upturned in the air, begging for tonguing or fucking. At the dinner, I had just quietly grinned, my cock almost bursting my pants, since Carla had helped trick Gaby into this nude beach honeymoon, and did so hoping that after we returned, her best friend might want to swap or share.

All of this reflection added to the scene unfolding before my eyes made me even more aroused, as I suddenly realized that my palm was caressing my wounded weapon, rubbing the slick wetness into the soft shroud of flesh that hid the steely muscle.

Just then, Gaby raised her head briefly from between Jazzy's thighs, and turned to look at me. She grinned wildly, her entire chin and both cheeks glowing with the mix of my contribution and Jazzy's growing wetness. Panting to catch her breath, all she could do was nod. I had never seen her eyes shine as brightly.

"Hey, Espy," Gaby called, "I thought you were going to clean Seth while I ate Jazzy."

"I think she's otherwise occupied," I said, looking over to where the smaller blonde was still munching on Cassie.

"Well, you need someone's mouth around that shaft." As Gaby spoke, she caressed Jazzy's clit slowly with her thumb, drawing soft moans from the blonde, whose hips were both rotating and rising, signalling, perhaps, that another climax was near. 

"You should finish your cream pie; I think Jazzy's dish is ready for cleaning." I affected the same sort of 'Gone with the Wind' accent she had adopted earlier.

Gaby chuckled, the sound coming from so deep inside her that it was more of a growl. "Oh, mercy, where are my manners?" she giggled like a girl from Georgia might have a century or more ago, just before eating the maid. 

In this case, the maid had been last night's treat for my bride.  Today's treat was a genuine Southern Belle, as I seemed to recall Jazzy having said she was from one of those states. I didn't spend long thinking about it, as I was distracted by the sight of Gaby lowering her lips once again to Jazzy's clit. She blew gently across the surface of the little bud, warming it, as she then tossed it around lightly with just the tip of her tongue, acting with calmer style than the earlier full face attack. 

I slowly stroked my rod as Gaby gripped Jazzy's clit between her teeth and tugged it away from the base, rotating it ever so slightly, carefully, and at the same time, slid two fingers deep inside that cunt, thrusting them stiffly like a cock. Jazzy's moans gave way to groans, her long hair thrashing wildly about.

"No, ...don't...no.... stop...don't," she said, and this made Gaby pause, until Jazzy reached over and grasped my wife's head in both hands, forcing Gaby's face to Jazzy's groin. "Don't stop," she barked, raising her legs up over Gaby's shoulders, trapping Gaby between her thighs.

"Need some help with that?" 

I was so focussed on watching Gaby's adventure that I had not noticed Horace approaching. Like me, he had already filled a cunt. His horse cock was still flaccid, but twice the size of mine at full strength.

"What?" I croaked, not sure what he meant.

Horace's baritone chuckle echoed off the ocean. "No offence meant man, but I swing both ways. All part of the friendly service." He grinned happily. 

"Thanks, but no thanks," I decided, a little surprised to find that at least a bit of me was tempted by his offer. A little voice inside of me said 'A tongue is a tongue, what does it matter which gender it is attached to?' 

The angel on the other shoulder though was saying 'What, then that devil will talk you into tasting HIS cock, just to see what it's like?' 

The devilish voice went one better though, suggesting, 'If bisex is fine for Gaby, why not for you too? And isn't your cock getting fatter just looking at Horace's cock expanding? Go ahead...reach out and touch it.'

None of which mattered though, because the "No thanks" had been enough for Horace to give a massive shrug of his shoulders, and wander a few feet over to where the German family was frolicking. The husky daughter seemed eager to play.

Watching that could have entertained me, but would do nothing about cleaning the sticky mess off of my shaft. Peggy again came to my rescue. She had been resting nearby, and without a word, reached over and brushed my hand off my cock, taking the hardness in her own palm.

"Let me do that," she said, sliding closer. "Since I helped make this mess, I should clean it up."

With that, she dropped her head down, jaw wide open and effortlessly swallowed my cock, all the way down to my balls. I could feel her tongue slide along the underside of my length. As soon as I was fully in her mouth, Peggy began rising up, twisting her tongue around, lapping up the flavours off my skin. 

Gaby must have heard the schoolmarm's offer, as she bobbed up from savouring Jazzy long enough to look over and tell Peggy, "Once you have a nice mouthful, come here and kiss me, so we can share the two ends of the mixture. Mine is a lot creamier I bet."


With that, my bride shifted her efforts, using her fingers to pull Jazzy's gash wide open, no longer just swallowing her clit, but once again exploring each fold of flesh, hunting for any remaining crumbs of cream. Jazzy seemed to like the new angle, moving her own fingers to her clit. Within moments, her hips were thrashing harder than ever, almost knocking Gaby over, except that Jazzy kept her legs locked around my bride's back. This created a seesaw motion, like Jazzy was fucking Gaby's face as the blonde screamed through another wave of orgasms.

"I don't think I can come again just yet," I admitted to my cocksucking chum Peggy.

She nodded while still licking my shaft clean. "I could make you come if I wanted to, but I think I'll just keep bathing you until Gaby is ready for her kiss."

Then Peggy allowed my prick to flop freely just long enough to lift it and duck between my thighs to start licking my balls. After she thoroughly bathed them, she said "I better take extra care to make sure that they are clean."

With those words, Peggy drew my left nut deep into her cheek, and held it there for quite a while, sucking it like a jawbreaker. This allowed me a nice moment to watch Gaby thrashing her face from side to side as she drove Jazzy even further into the throes of ecstasy. I was a bit surprised that no one had taken advantage of Gaby's upturned exposed ass, or the gaping wet open cunt between her legs, which was available doggy style. Despite our new found liberation within our 'paint barely dry' marriage, I found myself somewhat glad that she was not being indiscriminately stuffed with meat, at least not just yet.

My little brain appreciated the sight as well, my rod nodding in hopes of filling at least one of those spaces shortly. It's independent motion almost took Peggy's eye out as she raised her head at that very second to smile up at me, her lips shining with Jazzy's juices, mixed with all my additions – semen, sweat, maybe a little salt and suntan lotion. Peggy was a real trouper and just giggled at the meat slapping, and then continued to suckle my right testicle, tugging it even harder than the left. My mast was again at full staff. 

Just then, Jazzy finally screamed, "No mas, no mas," loud enough that they likely heard her miles away. Unlike Roberto Duran's begging 'no more' in his famous fight, Jazzy was a winner here, as we all were.

She abruptly lifted Gaby's head up off of her cunt. My wife and her friend grinned at each other, Gaby's entire face glowing with fresh pussy juice over top of the remains of cream pie. Jazzy opened her knees wide. Peggy left me with my flagpole flying. She and Gaby crawled across the sand towards each other, meeting in the middle. Like a pair of synchronized swimmers, each raised their left hand and placed it behind the other's neck, drawing their mouths closer. It unfolded before me like a movie, almost in slow motion. 

This gave me time to glance around. The sun was already fading, and so was the impromptu National Nude Day beach orgy. The German daughter had Horace on his back, like a beached whale, and was riding his fat cock, bouncing and yelling as she had one orgasm after another. But the couple I presumed to be her parents had retreated to a lounge chair, where they sipped cocktails and watched the show, rather than joining in. The motherly woman did, I noticed, give a slight fondle to the genitals of the waiter, and the father stroked the mom's exposed pussy casually, but his cock never reinflated, despite all the surrounding stimulation, and she soon seemed more interested in the alcohol than another mouthful of cock. 

I silently wondered whether in a decade or two, Gaby would be so nonchalant about sex in general or public sex in particular. Then, the thought of sex in front of, or even with, the children we didn't even have yet, crowded into my brain, making everything cloudy and confused for a moment, until I glanced over to see Peggy softly caressing Gaby's chin, closing in for a kiss. Once again, I was focussed solely on the present, and the future could take care of itself.

As Peggy pressed her soft lips against Gaby's moist mouth, I glanced around quickly. Most of the action had stopped or slowed for the time being. Even Espy, normally full of restless energy, was lying on her back on the sand. I could not tell whether she was exhausted, or whether she had eaten Cassie into submission. Espy was smiling up at Jazzy, and she raised herself up on one elbow so she could reach over and link fingers with her companion.

The slim maid, Cassie, had rolled over onto her back, with her eyes closed, fingers still grazing in her sodden cunt, so perhaps she was still ready for more. Mary, Penny and Yanic lounged comfy in a chair built for one, fingers still exploring each other, perhaps warming up for more fun, but for now all three were watching Peggy pushing a mouthful of fluids into my bride's cheek, as Gaby's tongue answered back with an offering of cream for Peggy.

Their tongues twisted, a healthy gob of goo rolling from one tip to the other as they turned, making sure I could clearly see the show. They pulled their lips apart, tongues extending into the hot tropical air, but no droplets fell to the sand. First Gaby's tongue slid over Peggy's, flipping the snowball onto the waiting flesh, and then they both turned just the ends of the organs. The silent choreography as Peggy went counter clockwise and Gaby went clockwise allowed Peggy's tongue to linger on top of Gaby's, transferring the slimier concoction which the schoolmarm had slurped off my deflating shaft into my bride's waiting mouth. 

After that swapping, they drew their faces close again, lips locking. However, they did this in slow motion, so I had a good view of Peggy's tongue stabbing into my bride's waiting mouth, almost as if Gaby was giving head. Peggy was getting quite passionate and after a few seconds that seemed longer, Gaby tumbled over onto her back, dragging Peggy on top of her. They never broke the kiss however. 

Gaby was aroused as much as ever, her hips humping up as they kissed, and soon Peggy's fingers roamed down Gaby's freshly tanned tummy and toyed with my wife's clit. The brunette's tongue was stabbing into my bride's mouth like a cock, eager for a blowjob. Peggy's other hand began thrusting like a cock into Gaby's soaked cunt, squishily finger fucking, repeating the actions which had provoked Gaby's wake up call orgasm.

My aching tool responded, reviving to half mast chubbiness. I enjoyed the familiar thickening and weight, and cupped it in my palm. Though I lazily caressed myself, I did it slowly, my attention focussed on Gaby's pleasure as her groans, muffled as they were by Peggy's lips, indicated she was nearing climax. I was pleased that no one came over to offer assistance with my arousal, because that would have spoiled the Gaby moment.

That moment came with gusto, my wife finally twisting her mouth away from Peggy's tongue so that she could scream "Fuck yes, fuck me..." so loudly that I think her mother and the church ladies back home might have heard. 

I grinned thinking of that image, about how the old biddies would react to seeing prim little Gabriela engaged in lesbian public beach sex. My hardness intensified even more though, thinking about how Kevin and Carla might react. 

"Too bad we don't have a video camera," I muttered, just loud enough that Gaby caught my eye while she was in the midst of taking Peggy's hand in her own, to increase the rate of the finger fuck to match her hip action, as the orgasm rolled through her loins.

Yanic also heard me. "We can't have this shit showing up on the internet, man," he said.

"Yeah, then everyone would want a Nude Beach honeymoon." Cassie joked.

Gaby sighed to completion, and collapsed on the hot sand, her heaving breasts subsiding until they were slowly rising gently with each breath. I was amazed to realize that watching her newly tanned naked flesh glisten in the sun was making my tired cock stir all over again.




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 07



After a brief rest, my bride looked across at me and said, "Let's go for a shower, just the two of us, and have a romantic dinner alone in our room."

Despite all the excitement of the orgy, that made me think that the best part of the honeymoon was about to come.



Nude Beach Bride Ch. 08



"Your one-eyed monster is winking at me, Seth," Gaby giggled as we showered together.

"Not really that much of a monster, compared to say, Horace."

My bride laughed even harder, no doubt thinking of the horse like cock that we had discovered dangling between the legs of the room service waiter during our nude beach honeymoon. The trip had been planned by me and our best friends, Carla and Kevin, the best man and maid of honour at our wedding. Kevin was married, but Carla was his lover. They felt that Gabriela, the convent school educated love of my life, had to loosen up a bit, so we booked a week at a clothing optional resort instead of a more conventional vacation. Gaby did not know about the twist until we arrived.

The week overlapped National Nude Day, which was just drawing to a close. In retaliation for the deceit in not telling her about the nature of the resort, Gaby had insisted on betting me about National Nude Day. If I resisted fucking her until then, she agreed to go nude. We had a lot of adventures all week, but had stopped short of intercourse. Finally, earlier today, we had consummated our marriage with a passion unknown in our restrained premarital fucking. As the day went on, we had discovered that our marriage would include sex with other people. Kevin and Carla were going to be pleasantly shocked. Kevin's wife might be less impressed, but perhaps, she would join in as well.

"I think yours is just perfect, and I'm so glad that I've seen enough variety this week to know that for sure," Gaby mused, drawing me back to the moment.

She reached down and slowly rubbed my shaft, teasing my cock from semi erect to full hardness. Using her other hand, she massaged my scrotum. I groaned and leaned against the wall of the shower. After hours in the sun on the sand, as much as I had enjoyed the orgy, I treasured this refreshing isolation with my bride.

"I'm surprised that you aren't tender from all the fucking and sucking," she continued, as if reading my mind.

Her thumb flicked across my pee slit, making the hole expand and contact. A few drops of semen flowed upwards and out, coating the very tip. She bobbed her head down, but the water washed my offering away before she could taste it. Prior to this honeymoon, Gaby had been a reluctant unenthusiastic cocksucker. Our new friends had melted that inhibition away. 

"I would think the friction would be harder on your..." I began then hesitated.

"My cunt?" Gaby asked, "is that the word you were searching for?"

A week ago, the word 'pussy' made Gabriela blush. Now my bride had a cunt, though was not one.

As if able to read my mind, Gaby asked, "Do you think I'm becoming a slut, a cock whore? Are you regretting your sneaky honeymoon plan?"

She continued stroking my shaft as she spoke, pumping until the soft silk like outer layer was smooth and filled with the rigid inner tube of muscle and veins.

"I think that you are more of a pussy hound that a cock whore," I teased back. "And as long as we share, a little strange pussy for variety is great fun."

"But I loved how Yanic's fat cock filled my ass."

"That just makes you an assfuck, not a whore."

We laughed together. Gaby was squatting now, water streaming over her shiny dark hair, sprinkling off of her tan shoulders, her breath warming my cockhead.

"I'm the one who fucked another woman's pu...cunt," I continued. "What does that make me?"

Gaby laughed so hard she reflexively shook my cock so roughly that the muscle that held to my body yelped in pain even as my balls screamed with pleasure.

"That makes you a typical man, my dear husband. Or at least a man with a typical cock without a conscience...," she paused to lick the drop of precum dangling out of my slit, "...and we all know which end rules."

She moaned, her tongue cleansing her lips hungrily, "such a nice cock though."

"Are you just going to blow me, at least for now?" I asked. Frankly, after almost twenty four hours of non stop sex with only a brief snooze, my spirit was almost as tired as my aching flesh. A couple of hours in the cool sheets atop our pillowy mattress seemed more attractive than fucking. Maybe I was not as stereotypically male as Gaby suggested. It was a little shocking that she was now randier than me. 

At first, Gaby did not respond, other than to open wide and lower her head, taking my length into her throat before she closed her lips around my shaft. All the cock sucking practice this week had vastly improved her skills, and I looked forward to married life more than ever. Her tongue started out flat against the underside of my shaft, and then she drew her head slowly upwards, twisting her tongue, paying extra attention to the soft rim of my head.

"I want you to come all over my tits," she finally moaned when she opened her mouth for air, her fist still slowly pumping my shaft, and the weight of my tip balanced on her plum lower lip. Looking down, I saw her free hand roam across her chest to illustrate the point, teasing each nipple. That hand then fell between her legs, only briefly caressing her own thighs before she slid her middle finger into her slit.

"With just me here to lick you clean?" I asked. 

"I do wish a few friends were here to help you clean it up," my bride giggled like the school girl she had been not long ago. "But I guess you'll have to do."

She pouted overly dramatically, making sure that I knew that she was only teasing. Doing so caused her head to slide back, leaving my cock in midair. She bobbed up off of her haunches and rubbed my tip across her tits, making sure that each nipple pushed my pee slit open, toying with me as if using her talented tongue.

The whole experience seemed like a dream. I wondered, not for the first time, whether this fantasy sex play would dissolve in a puff of sparkle dust once we boarded the shuttle to the airport. I told my brain to shut up and enjoy the pleasure while it lasted.

As much as I might have fanaticized about the exhibitionist or voyeuristic thrills of the nude resort, I had never believed that Gaby would really fuck another guy, let alone join enthusiastically into beach orgies. Perhaps most surprising to me though was how I now not only enjoyed sharing Gaby, but seemed to expect it. The fact that once we got home, Gaby fucking Kevin might be my licence to fuck Carla would just be a bonus.

Balancing on the balls of her feet, Gaby guided my shaft into the valley between her breasts and shifted up and down, allowing my hardness to rub against that softness. I leaned against the wall of the shower, so the stream of warm water covered us like a waterfall, drenching Gaby's hair, splattering off of her back. 

After about a half dozen strokes, Gaby began using her mouth again, tipping her head forward and flicking her tongue at my tip as it rose towards her lips. She succeeded about every second try, just enough to give her a good taste of the precum leaking out my hole, and random enough that she chuckled.

"I guess some things I still need to practice," she laughed, leaning her head back, looking up at me. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. 

"Thank you for this wonderful honeymoon," she sighed, "I'll be sad to go home tomorrow, but I will have wonderful memories, and a lifetime to re enact these experiences."

Another chuckle, then she continued, her breath warming my cock, which was bobbling just by her chin. "I hope that the re enactments aren't exactly the same -- that would just cheapen the memories, because different people should lead to fresh thrills."

She flicked her tongue down the underside of my cock, slowly drawing each testicle into her cheek, rolling the roundness thoroughly before doing the other. One thumbnail teased the flap beneath my cockhead. After spitting the sac out of her lips, she grasped my root firmly in her fist and again looked up, the water splashing her face, droplets dangling off of her erect nipples.

"You must be almost ready to explode," she observed.

All I could do was nod and moan.

Still restraining my flow with her improvised flesh cock ring, she ran her other hand up my shaft and thumbed my peehole open. Then she stuck her tongue into the slit, searching for a taste. My balls were tight to my groin, throbbing, demanding relief.

Again, she pulls her head back and smiled up at me, ignoring the water cascading over her. "I love how you taste. I could just eat your seed all day. But I love fucking you too."

She paused; her grin became a little more like the shy girlish smile of our courtship days. She cocked her head to one side. "You won't mind though, if I suck the occasional fresh cock, or eat some pussy?"

"Just as long as you share them with me."

Gaby laughed her deep belly laugh, the one she had never displayed before this trip. "I didn't know you like to suck cock."

"I don't," I insisted, feeling my cheeks blush, hoping she was looking at my cock not my face.

I flashed back on how I had licked Yanic's shaft. The virile young former parasailing instructor had fucked Gaby's ass, but several tongues had cleaned him before I tasted him, and he had worn a condom during the anal sex. I had done it because it was all part of the game of escalating dares I had started. I did not want to be the first one to quit, chickening out. Plus, Gaby had promised me an opportunity to fuck Carla when we got home, in return for the Yanic licking adventure. More than a fair trade. I probably would have fucked Carla anyway, but now I could do it with a clean conscience, and share her with Gaby. With Gaby consenting, any risk that Carla, whose cunt truly had no conscience anyway, would refuse to fuck her best friend's husband because of head over ruling lust disappeared.

"But you'd love to share Carla's cunt with me," Gaby said, as if reading my mind.

My cock throbbed in her fist, the seed seeking release. 

"Share...how?" I managed to gasp the words out, even though thinking about Carla's pussy was just making my balls ache more. 

"However we both like. For example, we could tie her up and tickle her with a feather," Gaby laughed.

Noticing my shaft reacting, she continued. "I see you like that idea. Would you like to see her eat your deposit out of my cunt? How about out of my asshole?"

Gaby paused and sighed. "You know, I never liked anal sex before this honeymoon, but now I love a fat cock plunging deep into my bowel. And I'm sorry dear, I don't think I'll be satisfied by it just being yours. But I digress. We were discussing Carla."

"Maybe she'd join me in a double penetration. Me in your pussy, and Carla fucking your ass with a strap on."

"That really excites you, I can tell. If we did that, we'd have to video it so I could send the file to Jaz and Espy. I owe them a lot for turning me on to girlie sex."

"We both do," I responded with a chuckle of my own, and then winced slightly as Gaby playfully nibbled the end of my cock. "That proves it, right there. Before this week, you would never have dared to do that."

"I know. If honeymoons are about establishing a firm foundation for a happy marriage, this nude beach honeymoon has been perfect. Without it, I think my repressing all these desires would have eventually destroyed us."

The endless supply of resort hot water continued to envelop us, as I stood contemplating how this moment of seriousness had interrupted our romantic interlude. My balls reminded me of their needs, as Gaby slowly pumped my shaft, but did not release her grip on my root, still restraining my orgasm. 

In case she was waiting for my response before allowing me release, I returned to our fantasies. 

"I'm sure Carla won't want you to restrain your lust ," I said.

Gaby chuckled. "No, knowing that slut, at least not my desires. If restraint is involved, I'm sure that she would rather that I restrain her. Or maybe she would rather restrain me?"

She shrugged, "Not that it really matters, I suppose we could even take turns."

"What about me?"

"Oh, I look forward to tying you up."

As I looked down, I saw her eyes sparkle with intensity I had never witnessed before. She had never suggested bondage as part of our vanilla pre wedding sex life. 

"Does the silence mean you aren't sure?" she asked, and then she gave my organ a squeeze. "I think your cock likes the idea. Or do you just need to come so badly that anything excites you?"

She rose up again and pressed her tits around my shaft, carefully keeping her tight grip around my root. 

"You excite me," I gasped, thinking 'don't make me beg.'

Gaby's smirk suggested she really could read my mind. "And you, me," she said sweetly, bobbing slightly to create friction against my shaft.

"A shame to blow your load here in the shower, though, where it will just wash away," she continued, lifting my shaft so that she could run her tongue just once up the exposed underside, taking extra care around the rim and the tender flap that tied the head to the rod, teasing there with her teeth. 

"You would prefer if I lick you clean?" I asked as she slurped a drop of dangling pre cum off my tip. I shuddered, but realized that the leakage meant that even her tightest grip could not hold off my explosion much longer.

"Well, I know you love cream pie. This would be almost as good."

I had an idea. "Can you hold me tight while we step out, and then sit on the toilet? Or even walk over to the bed?"

"I don't want you blowing off in mid air. It would be such a waste."

Gaby tightened her grasp as she spoke until I winced, unable to reply. "You have already come so many times today; I am amazed that you have another load in you. I don't expect there is much more left."

She rose from her haunches, allowing her tits to rub teasingly against my cock. "I want you able to get hard enough to fuck me one more time just before we fall asleep."

"Does that mean I don't get to come all over you like you asked?"

"I don't think you could hold this load long enough to fuck me."

Now it was my turn to chuckle. "It would be rather like an 18 year old virgin trying to get inside his prom date before he soils her gown," I realized. 

Gaby used her free hand to turn off the shower. The tropical night air coming in through the open patio door was still warm enough to wick the water drops off of our tanned skin, but Gaby's fine dark hair was plastered to her head, hiding her face, but her sparkling white teeth gleamed, so her smile was easily visible. I instantly had a flash of her with semen dripping off those teeth, and then realized it should also be coming off of her nose. Despite the immediate situation, I knew I was not picturing it as mine -- perhaps it was Kevin's , or Yanic's , or Horace's? In my vision, Carla appeared to lick Gaby clean. 

I closed my eyes as I contemplated my bride covered in come -- her wedding veil was added to the image. When I reopened them, Gaby had already led me to the bedside. She sat on the edge of the bed and positioned me standing in front of her. Then she moved her knees apart and tugged me close. That slight pressure on my rod almost made me burst, even with her other hand still acting as an improvised cock ring. 

"If I don't come soon, I think my balls might rupture," I warned.

Gaby laughed. "You guys, all so sensitive. Especially when you want an orgasm. Say please."

She stroked me slowly, maintaining her grasp at the root, my silky outer skin shiny as it stretched over the veins. She leaned so that her mouth was blowing warm air into my gaping slit. I was hypnotized by her tots swaying freely in the air, her nipples as hard as my cock. 

It took a minute or so for me to realize she was waiting for me.

"Please," I begged.

"Not yet," Gaby teased. She stuck her tongue right into my hole, slurping precum into her throat. When her next stroke reached her bottom hand, she stopped rubbing my shaft and instead squeezed my balls, none too gently, laughing at my pain. She pushed that same hand back, forcing my buttocks apart and swiftly pushed a finger deep past my sphincter, stabbing my prostate.

The pressure was incredible, more than I had ever felt, in spite of all the sex earlier in the day. Gaby left me to squirm only for about three heartbeats, and then she leaned back onto the bed, dragging me forward using my shaft as a handle. Once my momentum was started, she released her grasp on my shaft, allowing my seed to explode up my pipe and out the end of my mushroom shaped head. 

The first drop splattered right between her eyes, and ran down to the tip of Gaby's nose, where it dangled momentarily. It was attached to a long string of gism that stretched all the way back to my cock, until gravity pulled the drop off of its anchor. That end fell from her nose onto her waiting lips. Her tongue flicked out and slurped it into her mouth. The string land on her chest, stretching raggedly from the notch of her collarbone down between her tits, reaching to a spot just above her navel.

Gaby's fingers fell to her pussy. One hand spread wide, holding her lips apart, while the fingers of the other hand flew straight to her already excited clit.

"Shower your seed on me like rain showers on a flower bed," she moaned. 

Her fingers fucked herself harder and faster, thrusting deep like a cock until her hips started bouncing up off the bed as she climaxed. All of this happened so fast that my cock was still pumping goo out onto her belly.

Gaby no longer needed a hand to hold her labia open, so she could use that hand to reach up and slide some of my goo down to her cunt. Once her clit was shiny with a mixture of both of our juices, she put that hand to her mouth. First, she coated her lips, teeth just peeping out in between. Then her tongue darted out and stabbed at the dripping mess, capturing a taste. With a grin, Gaby opened her mouth wider, shoving those fingers right inside her mouth, coating her cheeks, palate and tongue with my offering. 

My hand automatically fell to my organ, pumping my shaft and milking more semen out. Since I had already had so much sex on this Nude Day, it was not the buckets full that might have made for a great cum drenched bride on the honeymoon bed. 

The second spurt sprayed Gaby's face. She would have gotten a great gob of goo right in the eye, but luckily she shut them just in time, but the splatter got both eyelids, landing right between, and also coating her nose. I froze for a moment, unsure how she would react. 

When Gaby laughed her girlish giggle, I relaxed again, and my hand resumed stoking my still rigid rod. 

"Hit me with your best shot," she teased, reaching up to wipe the stuff off her face, and then once again licking her fingers clean. She also lapped up some that coated her palm, proceeding slowly, using exaggerated licks, rolling her tongue from her wrist to each knuckle.

A few final droplets leaked out of my cock, barely fighting gravity long enough to fall onto her belly and thighs. Gaby moved her hand downwards, but then paused.

"Lick me clean, big boy," she taunted me. 

I dropped to my knees, and slurped up a string of semen trickling towards her left knee, but Gaby grabbed my hair and gently pulled me upwards, forcing me to look at her shiny face. 

"I don't want to waste a drop," she said, "so how about you climb up here, straddle me, and I clean you while you do your work on me."

I did not need any further instructions. I climbed up on the soft mattress, a knee on either side of my no longer blushing bride's head. Gaby eagerly grabbed my slimy cock, guiding it to her wet lips. I pulled back.

"Tease," she hissed.

"No, not really," I said softly, bending down and meeting her lips with mine. I enjoyed my own taste, and appreciated her opening her mouth to allow me to explore inside, tracking the flavour of my seed as deep as I could reach. As I twisted tongues with her, I reached down. Since her pussy was filled by her own hand, I tweaked her nipples, pulling them away from her mounds, slowly increasing the pressure until her yelp was stifled only by our locked lips. Her hips were bouncing up from the mattress with increased vigour, demonstrating her enjoyment of this exploration of pleasurable pain. 




Nude Beach Bride Ch. 08



Gaby's body tensed for only a heartbeat and then a tremor ran from top to bottom. I could sense her toes curling as the climax built. This seemed like a good time to slip out of the kiss, letting Gaby grasp in more oxygen. I flicked my tongue over her face, lapping up final bits of my sperm, and then followed the trail down her chest. This ensured that she continued writhing, but now I was sure her screams could be heard out the open door onto the beach.

"Don't stop," she commanded when I paused with my nose between her tits. She grabbed my hair again and planted my mouth on her left nipple. I instinctively bit down, a bit harder than usual. Gaby yelped, but again, her hips bumped upwards against my torso, suggesting that it was shock rather than disapproval. 

I released her nub and worked downwards, taking care to explore her flesh carefully for stray spray from my ejaculation. Gaby's fingers massaged my scalp, encouraging me.

"I love that you enjoy your own taste," she cooed. Then with a chuckled and a moan mixed together, she added, "and the fact you even like other guy's cream out of my pussy is a special treat."

"One that I hope we can repeat really soon," I replied as I carefully rimmed her navel, and then stuck my tongue inside, stabbing like a cock, but then rolling around her dent. 

"That tickles," Gaby laughed.

"In the morning before we leave, or after we get back home?" she returned to the earlier comments.

"Or maybe both?" 

I flattened my tongue and explored across from the point of one hip to the other, but the rapidly drying stickiness was confined to the string running almost due north south from belly button to the hood of Gaby's clit.

"Sure. And, if I find the right guy, on the airplane on the way home?"

"Wanting to join the mile high club?"

Gaby giggled, though I was not sure whether that was caused by the conversation of the fact that my tongue was jousting with her fingertips around her clit. 

"If you wouldn't mind not being able to watch me get filled up by a fat cock, and then pumped full of cream."

Her hips danced up off the bed, trying to rise and twist left to right at once. The image of her in a tiny airborne laboratory, stand up fucking, was making me want to eat more pussy. 

"Maybe we can find a stewardess who will let me fuck her in the galley while you get yours right beside me," I improvised.

"Oh, I hope she like girlie sex too- I can eat your cream out of her while you clean my pussy," Gaby fanaticized as my tongue touched her clit.

It was a good thing there was no fresh cream to clean out of her pussy, because right then Gaby's final climax of this episode exploded, the thrusting of her midsection up off the edge of the bed knocking me sprawling on the floor. 

"I guess you like that idea too," I said as I collected myself, thinking about whether we would rest with our room service for two, or take a nap next. My revived cock might have other ideas though.

"Sounds like a wonderful treat to me too, but why wait until tomorrow for another cream pie?" It took me a moment to realize that this was not my nude beach bride speaking, but rather, the voice came from outside the patio door. It seemed we had an audience. With the engorged state of my cock, the idea of food or rest no longer seemed urgent. I paused, my palm wrapped around my shaft, slowly rubbing myself, wondering how Gaby would react.

"Come on in," she invited, not even opening her eyes to see who was joining us.