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On The Beach

By: Jim W



Cyndi and I had been married for 5 years. Neither of us were virgins when we got married, but we hadn't had a lot of experience either. From the first time we slept together we found our sexual soul mates and began to explore various ways to pleasure each other. From light bondage to anal sex to outdoor sex and role playing we tried a lot, forgot about what we didn't like and did what we liked often. 

After a year of working more than we wanted to and not spending the time with each other we needed to it was time for a vacation. A month on vacation was what we needed. However we would settle for a week in St. Thomas. After finishing a major project we were able to afford to rent a bungalow on a private section of beach.

When we arrived at the airport a beautiful young woman was waiting for us, holding a sign with our name on it. Cyndi commented on the attention I gave the driver's ass as we followed her to the waiting limo. She introduced her self as Leigh and told us that she was on call if we needed anything while at the house. It was a short drive to the house and after taking us on a quick tour Leigh left us alone.

As I said our sex life had been suffering in the last few months, and we were in a hurry to change that. By mutual agreement we hadn't made love or even masturbated in the last two weeks. I know I hadn't gone that long without an orgasm in a long time and that was going to change right away.

I had let Leigh out and headed back for the bedroom, only to find my wife on the couch in the small sitting room. She was sitting back against on arm of the couch with only a garter and stockings on. She had shaved her pussy sometime in the last day or so and was slowly running her finger up and down her pink slit. I wasted no time getting undressed and moving to her. I knelt in front of her and took one of hard nipples in my mouth, sucking it hard into my mouth. "Eat me" She said. "Eat my pussy right now." It was a combination of a plea and a command and I wasted no time in doing what she wanted.

Normally I believe in taking my time when going down on my wife, letting the pleasure build over time before taking her over the edge. Not today. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit right up to her clit, barely tasting the nectar flowing out of her love tunnel. My tongue found her clit and I went to work on it as fast and as hard as I could. Cyndi gasped and started breathing very fast. "Ah ah ah ah" I could see her stomach fluttering up and down and knew that she was about to cum. She cried out "Yessssssssss baby suck my clit" and pulled my head into her wet pussy as I sucked her clit into my mouth. As her hips moved up and down I sucked on the little bud and held on for all I was worth.

She moved me away from her clit as her orgasm subsided. I moved up between her legs, which she pulled back and put on my shoulders. "Fuck me baby," she said as I sank my hard on into her wet opening. There was no thought in our minds of anything other than fucking like crazy. I looked into her eyes and started to slam my cock into her. "Oh yea baby, fuck me, fuck me hard." "Yea baby take it, you know you want my cock don't you." "Oh yea baby" She cried as I fucked her. Faster and faster I slammed into her until I couldn't hold back the cum building in my balls. "Cum inside me baby, fill me up." She cried out as I thrust into her one more time. "Feel my hot cum in your cunt baby, take it all in your wet pussy. My cock exploded deep inside her as Cyndi's orgasm exploded. "Ahhhhhhhh" We both cried out lost in the pleasure that comes from fucking someone you love.

We slept for a few hours, waking about sunset. Cyndi had told me that she wanted to do it in the ocean, at sunset so we figured the first night was the time to go for it. We walked out along the path to the beach, not bothering with any clothes. After all it's a private beach, it's almost dark and we are going for the ocean to make love, clothes would just get in the way.

We were right at the edge of the bushes when we saw Leigh on the beach. She was standing facing us, nude her light brown skin a contrast to the white arms wrapped around her. One hand was stroking her neck while the other was busy between her legs. Cyndi stopped in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her as we watched Leigh and her lover. You would have to see Leigh to believe her. About 5"8 120 pounds, large firm breasts, and an ass that goes on for days. I quickly noticed that her pubic hair was just a narrow strip, about as wide as her pussy lips, that started just about her opening and went up a couple of inches. Her head was leaned back so he could kiss her, and I saw her hand reach around behind her and I knew that she was stroking his cock. 

From the look on Leigh's face the finger on her clit was having the desired effect, it didn't take long before we could hear the sounds of her pleasure soft moans, rapid breathing and a long cry that signaled her release. After that Leigh dropped to her knees in front of her blonde lover and took the length of his cock into her mouth. While Leigh was sucking her lovers cock my hand was busying it's self on Cyndi's clit. She was watching with glazed eyes as Leigh's mouth went up and down on the stranger's dick. "Do you believe the way she swallowed his cock", Cyndi whispered to me. "I wish I could take you like that." "Me too." I though but didn't say anything. Cyndi is great at giving head and I wasn't about to say anything to make her feel I thought her technique was anything other than great.

Just when we thought that Leigh was going to finish him in her mouth she moved her mouth away and gently shoved him to the ground. She straddled him and reached between her legs and glided his cock into her cunt. This was more than we could take, and Cyndi dropped to her knees in front of me. "Fuck me" she whispered. I wasted no time doing what my wife wanted, and as soon as I was behind her Cyndi guided me into her well lubricated snatch. I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her pussy as Cyndi was fingering her clit. I began to time my movements to the rhythm that Leigh was fucking her lover with. Again we could her Leigh and her lover. "Oh yea baby ride my cock." We heard him say in a Swedish accent. Her moans were coming louder as were Cyndi's.

I was worried about Cyndi and I being heard when I looked up and saw Leigh looking over her shoulder at the two of use. She smiled and nodded her head and began to encourage the stranger she was riding. "Oh yea baby your cock is so good, I want to feel you cum in my pussy, fill me up." He started thrusting up harder into her trying to match the rhythm she was setting. As I watched I heard Cyndi's voice getting louder. "oh yea baby give it to me, fuck me." I knew that all of us were getting close to cumming and wondered who would go over the edge first when I heard Leigh cry out. "Oh god I'm cumming so hard fuck me, fuck me, yesssss," Right behind her was the man she was riding, "Yessss" he cried out and I swear I could see his cock pumping cum into her.

"Yesss" I heard my wife cry out not caring who heard her. The clinching of her pussy sending me into waves of pleasure. "ugggggg" I groaned as I filled her cunt from behind.

I collapsed on against Cyndi's back for a moment, reaching around and kissing her. When we looked up Leigh and her lover were walking off the beach. His hand on Leigh's bare ass, her head turned back toward us with a sly smile on her face. We got up and went back to the cabin, the ocean waiting for another night, both of us wondering if we would get a chance to see Leigh and the stranger fucking again the next night.

We didn't, but we did get to see something else, but that will have to wait for the next time.

On the Beach



I was on Bournemouth beach alone and bored. My husband had to work, my girlfriends were busy and I was not going to spend the day at home when I could be catching up on some sun.

I lay on my towel and tried to read my book but it was too bright. I rolled over and put the book on the sand so that I could read it that way. I became aware of a three guys who had chosen to sit behind me and were pretending to not even know I was there.

I grinned to myself, like most women, I love to be watched, and I was half naked so it mean I was worth looking at.

I sat up and got out the sun tan cream and spread it on my arms and chest and then lay down again. An old boy-friend had told me that when a woman lies on her back in a swim suit, the waist part stretches across the hip bones and makes someone behind think they can see down them. I lifted my head to check and it was true that there was a gap between the material and my body.

I turned over and rested my head on my arms, and doing so was able to glance back at the guys who were again pretending not to see me. Two of them were wearing shorts but the other wore that suit that competition swimmer wear, look a bit like briefs.

I reached behind me and undid the clasp of the bra and shrugged the straps off and noticed from the corner of my eye how they were goggly eyed and nudging each other.

I lay back down and soaked up the sun for a while and then leaned up a bit so as to show my chest a bit more, I could feel just how much was showing and I let them see nearly down to the nipple. As I got comfortable again I could see that two of them guys were hard and the other had his hands over his groin area.

I lay there again wondering if they'd ever come and talk but nothing happened, except one of them went to the sea, probably to cool off.

I was still alone, so I started to sit up, "forgetting" that my bra was undone before flopping down to do it up again. I heard a gasp from the guys and glared at them in mock indignation as I did it up.

I picked up my purse and wrapping my sarong around me waist I went up to the prom and bought an ice cream. I had to queue for a few minutes and realised that they guys had followed me and were in fact directly behind me. I thought that this is where they made their move on me and was wondering how I was to react, but instead I bought the ice cream and walked back to my towel without being spoken to but conscious of their eyes on my back.

I decided to go to the sea and walked along the edge eating my ice cream and letting the waves ripple over my feet, After a while I turned and made my way back and noticed the guys all in the water and playing around with a ball and showing off like they do. I stood watching them and using my tongue on the ice cream in what I hoped was a suggestive way.

After a few minutes, the ball was thrown very near to me and I picked it up to toss it back but one of the guys was next to me almost immediately and took it from me. He said "Thanks" and threw it to one of his friends.

What was wrong with these guys, how much of an opening did I have to give them?

I walked a bit further along the beach and again the ball came after me and splashed me as it landed at my feet. This time I bent over to pick it up and quikcly turned and threw it to the nearest guy. He tossed it back again and soon we were all playing ball.

It got a bit silly for a while with each of them doing sillier things but they calmed down and when one of them threw the ball so that it landed between me and one his friends we both swam for it and got there both together. I let him have the ball but as I backed off, I let my foot touch his leg and I saw his eyes widen.

After that it developed to games, and of course I had to be the one who climbed on their shoulders and squealed as I wobbled.

Then we had a mock fight, me sitting on Jake's shoulders and trying to wrestle Greg off of John's shoulders.

They took the opportunity to accidentally touch me and I could feel that I was getting warm and wet, not just from sun and sea.

I was finally defeated and was pushed off and made sure that as I submerged I bumped into Greg's groin. 

Then John dived under and between Jake's legs, then someone else and they looked at me. What could I do?

I dived under and made sure that as I passed under Greg I brushed quite hard against him and when I did the same to John, my hand trailed up his leg but stopping short of my target area.

I stood up shaking water from my hair and they finally plucked up courage and Jake said "Your turn" and dived under water at me. I opened my legs and braced myself, and as I expected he seemed to get stuck half way through and brushed and pushed up against me.

As he stood up the other two took turns and did pretty much the same.

I laughed at them, "Stand by" I called and dived under Greg who was wearing shorts. I stopped in front of him and pulled his shorts down to his knees and surfaced laughing.

He laughed too and pulled them up again and I later did the same for Jake but when I tried to get John's suit down it was too tight.

Eventually, they all took off their suits and let them float as they dived towards me. I knew what was going to happen now and braced myself as they got to me and lifted me and took off my suit completely.

So, there we were, three guys and me, all naked. I submerged for a few seconds, supposedly to brush my hair out of my eyes and checked them out - as I thought, three dicks stiff as they could be.

They stood looking at each other and me, and they were fascinated by my boobs but didn't make a move. Finally, losing patience I leaned back and floated with my arms outstretched and was not totally surprised when a couple of hands took hold of a boob each.

I was nearly pushed under though when my legs were opened and Greg and John held me on the surface as Jake fingered me.

I lay back and enjoyed it but I was wondering how we were going to do this. Jake started to use his tongue on me and I couldn't maintain my floating and spashed and spluttered until Greg went behind me and held my head up and John put his hand on my bum to hold that up. 

As Jake licked and sucked John stuck his finger up my bum and I started to enjoy this more. I looked up and saw that we had a small audience who were very interested, fortunately there were no kids out this deep.

Finally, Jake stood up and pushed down on my hips so that my legs descended and still open, went either side of him and I felt his dick nudging at me.

I wrapped my legs around him and lowered myself slowly and he steered himself into me. He started to rock me up and down and I saw that several of our audience had hands underwater.

It only took a few seconds and Jake came into me and held on to me gasping as if he'd run a mile.

I disengaged myself and beckoned John who took Jake's place and started to pump into me. This was much better and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. Again though, he came before I was ready and I pushed him away and grabbed holed of Greg who was, to my astonishement soft.

He confessed that he had come while watching us and I was not happy.

I was about to tell him my opinion when an older man came up to us and said how much he'd enjoyed the show and could he oblige?

I would have taken anybody by this time and readily agreed and he entered me with no preamble and started to pump. It didn't take me very long this time and I was soon clinging on to him and shuddering as I came. He was in no hurry and continued pumping until he finally came into me too.

He released me then and gently kissed me and thanked me as he let me stand up again.

After everybody realised that the show was over, the original three found two of their suits but not the other one and neither part of mine.

I stood there wondering what to do and John said he would fetch me a pair of his shorts, but in the end I just said "the hell with it" and stalked out of the water stark naked and walked up the beach to my towel and wrapped in around myself.

A woman nearby sniffed and tutted at me, but a very old lady on the other side beckoned me over and told me I had a good body and she wished she could walk around naked like that. She said she'd love to attract the boys like I just had. Then she asked if I had had sex in the sea and I confessed I had. 

She giggled, "I remember doing that when I was a girl" she said. "mind you it was different then and I only had it the once and no one else ever knew about it".

I grinner at her, "I've always said, you only live once, make the most of it".

"You do that" she answered with a smile, "and if you have any spare boys, pass them over to me"

I laughed and indicated the man who had made me come who was now sitting with his wife nearby "how about that one?" I asked her

"Oooh yes" she said 

Later on the guy left his wife and went for a walk along the beach and I followed him. I was surprised, now that I had more time to think as to just how old he was. I can't judge ages but he had lots of grey hair and wrinkles. When he noticed me, he looked pleased and obviously thought he'd been so good I'd come back for more.

I told him he'd been OK and would he do the same for a friend of mine, and he agreed readily.

I smiled to myself and suggested that now would be a good time and he agreed that his wife would be going home alone soon, and I told him to go back to where she was and I would meet him there after she'd gone.

As I got back I saw that his wife was packed and impatiently tapping her foot and waiting for him and she told him off for keeping her waiting, and while she was doing that I asked the old lady her name and she said it was Ann. I told her that if she was willing I had a man for her and she became very excited. It turned out that she had a beach hut behind us and she said that would be nice and private and she told me which one it was. Finally the wife left and I went over to him. His name was Alan and was looking around for my friend.

I told him that it was OK and she had a beach hut and was waiting for him inside.

He must have been pretty fit for an old guy because I could see that he starting to harden at the thought of it and he held his hat over it as we walked up the beach.

I got to the door of the hut and knocked lightly and Ann called out "Come in"

I stuck my head in and was taken aback to see her naked and waiting, "Where is he?" she asked anxiously.

"He's just coming in" I answered and as I turned to him he was trying to get past me. I brushed his dick as he did so just to keep him hard and let him in.

I sat down on the verandah and listened. 

There was a silence for a few seconds and he said, "I thought that. . . . um her friend. "

She replied " She's a nice girl isn't she, she is my friend" and then silence for a while until he groaned a couple of times. I couldn't resist and peered in again and she was sucking him. He reached down and lifted her and I was about to pull my head back and I thought, "What the heck, I want to see"

There was no bed so after he'd finished kissing her and stroking her breasts which were quite flat and saggy (but he didn't complain,) he lowered her to the floor and poised over her.

I watched him enter her and then I stopped watching and sat looking at the sea and people passing.

I had to leave finally though because of the noises she was making.

She was moaning and groaning and I could clearly hear the liquidy squishy sounds as he pumped in and out.

As I was walking back to my things which were not far, I heard her give that noise which almost certainly means she orgasmed.

I grinned, that's two of us who've enjoyed the day and I dare say the guys did too.



On the Beach



This story is written with a new twist. The characters in this story have no name. As you read this story I want you to feel as though it is you in the fitting role of the man or woman and really let it excite you. Let it entangle you and bring you over the edge.

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It is a moon lit night in the summer and we are walking along the moonlit beach of your choice. The air is warm, it is quiet, the only sounds that can be heard are the tides coming in and cascading around our bare feet. I am wearing a shear white dress that envelopes me just enough to leave an imagination wondering what might be beneath. As luck would have it, I am not wearing anything but the dress. My panties and bra were stripped long before we began our walk.

As we walk you watch how the moonlit hits you and me, and you notice that I am not wearing anything under the dress. You grab me from behind and gently lay me into the shallow water. You want to see through the dress. Already the aroma of love flows through our nostrils. After you stare in fascination at the sight of my naked body through the wet material of my dress you take me to the blanket that I earlier spread on the beach near a beautifully lit cove. You lie down below me. The material of my dress is clingy and no longer leaves anything to the imagination. As I stand over you, looking into your wanting eyes I feel your hands under my skirt.........The material begins to rise above my waist and your hands pull me to blanket. I lie with my knees up, feet on the ground. Almost as though I am playing hard to get. I feel your hands on my knees. They are tempting me to drop and allow you entrance to your desires. I spread me knees. I feel your hands slip up under my wet blouse and rub my nipples. Through the material, the dampness, and coolness of the air along with your touch causes the nipples of my firm 36D breasts to stand firm and erect. I am waiting to feel your lips devour them. I plead in my mind. 

"Please oh., _______ please suck my nipples they need you, they want you." I am growing wetter and wetter. Finally, I feel your lips enclosed around my nipples. Suckling at them like a baby suckling from his mother's breast. Jolts of passion are surging through my body. It's as though my breasts and vagina are one. 

Soon our passion becomes unbridled and you rip my clothing from my body, gently, and I tear your clothing away. We are both naked. You ask if I cum fast. I tell you not if I don't want to, and sometimes many times. You tell me you want to taste me. You want me to cum in your mouth. I open my legs wider and feel your breath as your lips kiss their way up my inner thighs. But before your tongue reaches my lips you stop and turn me over and stand me on all fours. I am somewhat disappointed as I was waiting for your tongue to lick me and suck the very juices you ask for. I anticipate your large cock entering me, when I feel your tongue enter me from behind. I moan and croon in pleasure. 

"ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh. I begin to move my hips in a slow rhythm at first as delight after delight surges trough me. It does not take long before my body is out of control. I am moving like a ferocious tiger after its prey. Fast and swift I push my pelvis into your waiting tongue. Your tongue is waiting to devour the sweet nectar that will soon spew from me.

I scream, "I am......cummmmmmmmmming, oooooooooh." I shudder and collapse.

You leave me for a moment to revel in the wonder of the orgasm that has ripped through me and still pulses. You wait a moment, and before moving you bend down for a last taste of the jism still dripping from me. You insert your tongue just slightly to feel the frows of my vagina contracting around your tongue. I moan and hiss never wanting the feeling to end.

I close my eyes for a moment and open them to feel your hands gripping me and pulling me to you. My legs open and I invite you in. 

I like it slow and easy at first, I watch as your cock slowly glides into me and then out again all the way. You lean over me and take my nipple into your mouth and you suck ferociously at it suppleness as you plunge into me. My breath hastens and I begin to moan wildly. I am about ready to plummet into another vast orgasm. You pick up your pace and ram into me with all your might. A vast explosion takes place and we erupt in a simultaneous orgasm like neither of us has ever felt before. We sleep for a while then resume our lovemaking into the morning hours.

To Be continued someday soon...



On The Beach



You must imagine yourself on a beach, a beach enclosed in a cove on three sides by towering walls of rock. Huge blooms explode from wild shrubs that grow on the slopes. There must be a path up to the top, or else how did you get here? Perhaps you arrived by boat. You could be anywhere in the world - anywhere that's scorching hot and, apparently, not too popular. The beach is mysteriously deserted. Perhaps it's a private beach. It doesn't matter. The important thing is that you are utterly alone. Nobody can see you.

And as there's no one around, you have removed your bikini – on the face of it, to get rid of your tan lines, but also to give your body a sense of liberation. This is your holiday. Without a backward glance, you have allowed the rest of your life to slip quietly from your mind. Nothing else matters but the immediate present, and your immediate surroundings.

Lying flat out on your front, on a huge white downy towel, you can feel the lick of a mellow breeze from the sea blowing across your body, touching parts that never normally feel the elements. You are drowsy in the heat, and maybe a little woozy from a glass of white wine at lunch. You are feeling faintly horny too, but not excessively so. That wind grazing your bare ass - it kind of turns you on, in a gentle, take-it-or-leave-it way. And anyway, you are feeling way too chilled out to touch yourself. 

Your legs are slightly parted, but not too much. In case someone does comes along, you don't want just anyone seeing what you're hiding between them. Although in the privacy of your slumber you are dead certain that no one will come. Almost absent-mindedly you note a trickle of sweat dripping down the crack between your legs. 

This is the life. This really is the way life should be lived. Always.

Through half-open eyes you see two sandalled feet tramping across the sugary glaze of the sand. You hear them more than see them, because you really aren't all that awake. But through a half-open eye you do notice the silver glint of an ankle chain as it catches the sun. And dark pink nail polish on slender toes. 

The two feet are heading towards you. 

Apparently they don't belong to a man. You suppress an urge to look pull the towel over your ass. If it's a woman...

The feet pass out of view, behind you. Someone must be heading for the sea, you think. But then the sound of sandals crunching in the sand comes to a halt. That's odd, you think. The heat, and your state of extreme relaxation, have reduced your heartbeat to a reluctant trudge, but you are interested to notice it accelerate into the merest skip. Yes, you are definitely curious, but you're still too sleepy to look up. You close your eyes and slip back into some kind of semi-sexy dream. 

And then something happens. Something that you really weren't expecting. You can't quite tell if it's in your dream, or happening for real. A drop of liquid lands on the tanned left cheek of your ass. Slowly the drizzle drifts across to your right cheek. To start with it feels slightly cold, but the sun soon warms it as it begins to slide and slither down towards the crack in the middle of your ass. 

Then a touch. Soft delicate. A hand. It wipes the oil over one side of your ass. Then another hand lands on the other side and rubs the oil over you. At one point you feel the scratch of a set of long nails as the person behind you grates the tips of their (her?) fingers from the back of your knees, all the way up your slightly parted legs over your oily rump and stops in the small of your back. It happens again. You shift your legs almost without moving. The slight parting is now very slightly wider.

It occurs to you that this is just what you wanted. Someone to touch you. The hands start to rub and knead and mould the flesh of your butt. You're getting a massage on the beach, just what you were preying for in your sleep, and it's free. The hands seem to know exactly what to do. Your ass was already warm, despite the breeze from the sea, but now the friction is heating it up, and the heat is transferring from one part of your body to another. 

You lie there, and you let it happen to you without moving a single muscle. Why should you? you're on holiday after all. 

The hands start to get a little stronger. And a little closer to the middle as they play with your girl flesh. But then they stop. You think it's all over. You knew it was too good to last. Damn. 

Suddenly a faint surprising drizzle lands right in the crack. With agonising slowness it works its way down into the sweat between your cheeks until - bang - you feel it run over the rim of your puckered little asshole. The sensation ratchets up the tension in your body. 

You can feel yourself involuntarily pulling your legs slightly more apart. Just in case something really good happens next.

The oil resumes its journey south until - lo and behold - it trickles to the edge of your ... But you try not to think about that. To prolong this delicious slow-burning agony.

Without even realising it you raise your hips maybe a few centimetres off the ground as if your butt is begging and begging. But begging for what? what can possibly come next?

It's the gentle feminine hands that come next. They pull apart the cheeks of your ass until you feel fingers and thumb of one hand holding them open. Suddenly a part of your body that never sees the sun is pointing at the heavens. You can feel the baking rays heating the oil. Wow.

You are really starting to enjoy this new and thrilling sensation when something definite happens. There's no imagining this, no dreaming it. A finger is teasing your asshole. You've been vaguely wanting to do this yourself but were too lazy to move. 

And now the finger, in a sudden move, works its past the resistance of your opening and you feel your muscles relax. In it comes. A finger. Sliding easily in on a river of hot oil. You are being penetrated by someone - it must be a woman - you've never seen. You can feel her finger probing around inside you, tickling the walls of your insides. And it's driving you fucking wild. 

You lift your ass properly this time, begging her by your movement to push her finger in further. But what does she do? she pulls it out. The sensation as the finger leaves your ass is overpowering, but then she's back, this time with two fingers. It's tighter, but you like it as she starts to push in and out in a rhythmic motion. 

This is better than any ass action you've ever imagined. You are being finger-fucked in the sun and you've never been so turned on. 

So you go for it. Nervously, but determinedly, you spread your knees wider. Unless the girl with the thin sexy ankles and the magic touch behind you is blind, she is now going to have the best view in the house of your hot, aching, dripping, pulsing pussy. 

She can have it. It's hers to do with as she wishes. But what will she do?



On the Beach



It had been a long walk through the tropical forest. Shelly began to wonder if somehow she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. The path, which was narrow to begin with, was now almost nonexistent. She pulled out the Instructions with the map attached. It looked like she was going the right way but she just wasn't sure. She was nervous enough without taking on the additional worry of being lost on a strange island. He had warned her that the last section was through thick vegetation. She kept going forward hoping that these lush green plants with the gigantic leaves were what he was referring to. 

Finally she saw a clearing up ahead. Rushing forward she came out onto the beach. She felt exhilarated. Looking around she saw that it was as beautiful as he had described it to her in his letter. The sand was a golden shade of yellow, soft and warm to walk on. The ocean was a deep blue. The waves rolled in from far out leaving snow white foam as they fell rhythmically on the shore. The sun was beating down, its hot rays cooled by the sea breezes drifting into the isolated cove. Shelly walked out further, absolutely amazed at her surroundings. The beach was deserted, just as he said it would be. She danced around a bit, feeling that she was alone in Paradise. 

It didn't take her long to find the blanket. It was bright red providing a distinct contrast with the sand. It was centered in the cove about 30 yards from the water's edge. As Shelly approached she felt apprehensive. There was no one anywhere to be seen. But she knew that someone was watching. Somewhere behind the edge of the treeline someone was studying her every move. She looked all around. She had been told not to but her increasing trepidation made it impossible. Catching herself, she pulled out the Instructions again. She read the last paragraph one more time. She wanted to make sure that she followed the requirements to the letter. After stuffing the paper in her pocket she removed her tee shirt, throwing it to the side. Lifting the bottom right corner of the blanket she found the black silk scarf. She folded it into a narrow strip, wrapping it around her head. She adjusted the blindfold to make sure no light entered. Lastly she knelt down on the blanket, facing toward the ocean. Putting her hands behind her back, she waited. 

And waited. And waited. It seemed like an eternity. The thoughts pounded in her brain. Where was he? What was going on? Why didn't he come? What if he wasn't there? What should she do? Her body started to shake as her fears grew. She thought about ripping off the blindfold and running away. After all, this was crazy,..... no, no, it wasn't crazy, it was fucking crazy! How could she be doing this? What if something went wrong? 

She took a very deep breath and tried to relax. She knew that time was passing slowly because of her fear. She tried to focus on what she came for, what she wanted. He knew her secrets. He knew them well. And he was the only one. And for the first time in her life she was going to experience the full depths of her desires. She had never met him. Only through emails had they communicated. But her trust in him was strong. She knew him as a Dominant. And more importantly, he knew her as a submissive. Despite the fact they had never met, despite the fact they had never seen each other face to face, the bond that existed between them was so strong that Shelly was willing to meet him blindfolded all alone on a secluded beach. As her mind became centered her desires overwhelmed her fears. 

"Hello, Shelly." 

His voice shocked her like an explosion. She had no idea he was nearby. She stumbled for the words she had been directed to say. 

"He....hel....hello, Sir", the stuttered syllables barely spilled out of her quivering lips. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you, little girl. Come forward and greet me as you were instructed." 

Shelly reached out her hands. He was right in front of her. She touched his thighs feeling the muscles of his strong legs. Her hands glided upwards reaching the bulge in his spandex shorts. Her fingertips traced the outline of his cock. She was amazed by how hard it was. Leaning forward she put her mouth to his erection, which was straining against the flimsy material. She slid her lips up and down the length of his shaft. 

"Hmmmm....yes! I'm a little uncomfortable in these shorts though. Might you help me get them off?"

Shelly put her fingers on his waistband.

"No, not like that.....do not use your hands."

Without hesitation Shelly raised up to grab the top of his bathing suit with her teeth. She pulled at it making very little progress, as the suit was rather tight. But with perseverance the newfound submissive was able to gradually slide it down to his lower thighs where gravity took over. The black suit landed at his ankles where he kicked it aside. 

"Now, worship my cock."

"Yes, Sir."

Shelly was so buzzed that she was no longer able to think. She reacted. The word "worship" brought out feelings that had never come to the surface before. She made love to his cock as if he was a Greek god incarnate. All her energy went into a passionate effort to please her Dominant by pleasuring his cock with her mouth and hands. Her lips and tongue moved in slow motion as her saliva flowed out soaking the length of his shaft. Her fingers gently massaged the warm spit into his balls. She felt her insides churning with joy as she listened to his soft moans of gratitude. Suddenly, he grabbed her hair and moved forward. Shelly felt his cock sliding into her throat. She refused to gag as he began to fuck her mouth with his diamond hard erection. She surrendered completely to the savage thrusting of his cock being rammed into her throat. Only when he slid out did she gag slightly. 

"Take off your top."

Shelly reached behind her to untie the top of her black bikini, letting it fall to the ground. She put her hands behind her, forcing her chest out to display her breasts for her Dom. Despite not being able to see, she felt proud, confident, and beautiful. Her submission melted away the insecurities which she often felt when revealing her body to a man. 

She felt his fingers grasping her nipples. She gasped as he squeezed harder. He progressively increased the force until his strong fingers compacted her tender nipples with a viselike pressure. Shelly's mouth opened wide as she let out a restrained cry. But as the pain increased it transformed itself into an incredible warmth which spread quickly throughout her body. Mind bending endorphins burst forth from her brain erasing the boundaries between pleasure and pain. Shelly began to float as the intense sensations enveloped her. Loud moans came from the depths of her being as her body began to shake with an approaching orgasm. He let go of her nipples.

"Get into the position."

Shelly stayed still. She was unable to process the command. Although patient and understanding, his tone became markedly more demanding:

"One more time, young lady. Get into the position you were instructed to learn for spankings."

Shelly slid down her wet bikini bottom. Turning over she got into a doggie style position. Her elbows were on the blanket. Her head was bowed down to the ground between her hands. 

"Get your ass higher."

Shelly tucked her knees more, raising her ass up to a higher level. 

Again, Shelly began to tremble. As his hands massaged her cheeks she started to cry. But the tears were not tears of sorrow but rather of joy. With every fiber of her being Shelly craved a spanking. For years she had daydreamed about it. She had even asked her husband to spank her several times, but to no avail. In her letters she had revealed her desires to her Dom practically begging him to make her fantasies come to life. As her dreams approached realization Shelly was like a bomb with a fuse burning down. Body and soul were ready for the big bang. 

As soon as the first shot of the leather paddle connected with her ass Shelly erupted with a bodywrenching orgasm. Streams of steaming hot come squirted from her pussy. As the paddle came down harder and heavier the orgasms continued to flow with increasing ferocity as Shelly screamed and gyrated with pleasure so intense that she had no awareness of anything but the tumultuous explosions wracking her body. As the spanking finished her frame crumpled into a fetal position while her mind collapsed into semi consciousness. 

She came back to life as the rising tides brought the waves further up the beach wetting the legs of the prostrate couple. She giggled loudly as he splashed and rubbed the cool salt water all over her body. Their play turned to passion as the rearoused submissive spread her legs wide, inviting her hungry Dom to mount her. As he did both of them felt the rain start to pour down on them. They made love with a slow restrained urgency. As the tension increased he reached up and removed her blindfold. They looked into each other's blue eyes for the first time. As the storm moved directly overhead, thunder shook the heavens. The encroaching tide soaked both their bodies as the rain continued to pelt them. As a tremendous bolt of lightning lit the sky they looked deeply into each other's eyes before their climaxes overwhelmed both of them. 

There was no time for relaxing after their passion was spent. The waves threatened to cover them. Laughing loudly they searched around for their floating bathing suits. Upon finding them they ran frantically into the forest seeking shelter from the storm. And although there were many more encounters to come nothing would ever come close to matching their first meeting on St Martin's Island.



On the Beach



The formation of F-18s jetted over head and fell into the landing pattern at NAS North Island. They had taken off from the carrier while it was still miles out to sea. It had been a long deployment and the pilots were tired, glad to get off the ship. Lt. Jameson Thurgood touched down with a thump and screech of tires, his first touch of land for six months. He taxied in loose formation to the parking ramp where the wives and children were anxiously waiting. A plane captain directed him into the chocks; he shut the engines down and departed the aircraft.

Ann was waiting for him in the crowd. She spotted him immediately and ran into his waiting arms. Throwing herself on him, she kissed him hard and deep, ramming her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it briefly, acknowledging their mutual ache. 

"I've got to go debrief. I'll be out in thirty minutes," he promised. Arm in arm, they strolled to the reception center and he went inside while she waited. 

The Captain could read the anxiety on the faces of the pilots. The debriefing was very brief. "Dismissed!" he roared and the pilots got up and rapidly departed the center.

Ann jumped into his arms again. "What do you want to do first?" she asked.

"You've got to be kidding!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I am," she giggled.

They almost ran to the parking lot, got into Ann's Porsche and sped away from the base. They rounded the harbor at mach 2 and parked at their condo in Point Loma. In the garage, he held her tightly to him and felt her body tremble. "Nervous?' he asked.

"I may have forgotten how. It's been six long months," she answered with a smile. She kissed him in the elevator all the way up to their floor. 

Unlocking the door, he swept her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold.

"This isn't our honeymoon," she said.

"Wrong!" he said as he shut the door. "This is gonna be better than the first one. We are overdressed."

"I can fix that." She said as she took off her dress, bra and panties. Then she grabbed him and removed all his clothing.

"Maybe we should shower first; I've been flying all day."

"Not a chance, fly boy. Get your ass in this bedroom and screw my eyeballs out!"

"No problem, maam!" he cried as he dived into the bed behind her.

She had wonderful tits. He nourished himself on them while she stroked his cock. "It's even bigger than I remembered," she remarked.

"Yes, I've been growing it especially for you," he replied. His fingers brushed her pussy lips and she moaned softly.

"I can't take it any more!" she cried. "Gimme that dick, NOW!"

He slid between her legs and pointed his rock hard cock at her opening.

"C'mon, stop teasing me and get it in!" she demanded.

He plunged his cock all the way into her. It felt so good to be back in the sugary walls of her pussy. He had almost forgotten what he was fighting for. 

She wriggled under him, thrusting upwards to speed his input. He was driving into her as hard as he could. "We're gonna do this all night," he promised.

"What, no TV?" she laughed.

"If you want entertainment, just look down." 

She looked down and saw his cock plunging into her like a big, meaty piston. His pubic bone crashed into her clit and set off an immediate fire within her that just got hotter and hotter. She felt her entire body start to shake as her pussy clenched his cock. Her orgasm overtook her and she was lost in the throes of passion. This is why she waited for him. This is why she loved him.

He felt her stiffen beneath him and knew she was cumming. He felt his nuts retract as he started squirting her full of his baby juice. Panting and puffing, he hugged her tightly to him, trying not to let a drop escape from her. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and didn't let go. He knew that she wanted a baby. He hoped he had just given her one.

"I had forgotten what a fantastic piece of ass you are," he told her.

"You're some pretty good pecker yourself," she answered.

When they stopped twitching and started breathing easily again, he got up and pulled her into the bathroom. On came the shower as he kissed her beautiful body. She shuddered as he kissed her tits while waiting for the water to warm. She rubbed his cock and then his balls. They stepped into the shower together.

He immediately started soaping her body, running his hands everywhere. Soon she was slippery and clean. He got on his knees and worshipped her pussy. He kissed it. He sucked it. He ate the whole thing. She tasted so good. He wanted the fragrance of her sex to last forever. 

Worship finished, he stood up while she soaped him, paying particular attention to his entertainment center. 

Her slippery, soapy little hand grasped his rod and cleaned it, probably more thoroughly than was necessary. She rinsed the soap away and popped it in her mouth. She sucked it deep into her throat. He moaned as it came to life. She thought it tasted better than the last time. Yummy!

They got out of the shower and toweled off. He took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. Laying her down, he slowly, gently kissed her. Their primary urgency had been replaced by slow, pleasurable lust. They explored each other's bodies, remembering the things that had dimmed with time.

"I want a baby." She said.

"I know." He replied.

"I stopped taking the pill," she said.

"I know," he replied.

"Is that why you didn't pull out and shoot it on me?" she asked.

"Yup," he answered. 

"Does that mean you want a baby too?"

"I want to squirt you full of babies. I want to start now. You cannot escape; I have you in my clutches!"

"Oh goody. Let's do it again. But this time, slow and easy. I want as much of your sperm as I can hold. I wanna be a mommy."

He rolled over on his back and she mounted him like a horse. She again slipped his dick into her waiting, wanting cunt. Slowly, she lowered herself onto it. The deeper it went, the better it felt. Finally she had engulfed the entire rod. She didn't move. Her pussy was doing all the work as it milked him like a cow. "Ain't sex instruction tapes grand?" she smiled.

"Damn, woman! What are you doing to me? I never felt anything like that in my life! Don't you dare stop."

Soon she started riding up and down on the prick. Faster and faster she bounced until she knew he was near climax. She slowed. He was quivering, right on the edge of orgasm. She clamped down hard and fast with her pussy muscles and jumped up and down quickly. He fired volley after volley into her talented pussy. She screamed as she came following his eruption. "I guess those sex tapes really work," she panted as she collapsed on him.

Sweaty and sticky, their bodies glued together, his cock still in her vagina, cum and pussy juices were everywhere. They were in heaven. He could easily have died happy at this moment. She stirred and opened her eyes.

"It can't possibly get better than that!" she remarked.

"We can try," he said as he rolled her off of him. He petted her soaked pussy and kissed her tits. She moaned and grabbed his flaccid cock. Their tongues meshed in a rhapsody of love and lust.

"All day and all night and all day........" she murmured.

"Words cannot describe how much I love you. You are mine forever." He replied.

Two became one again. Soon, two would become three.



On The Beach



As a few moments pass along; another dream flutters into the still evening air. She wants this person and hopes that an amount of reciprocated feeling exists. It is uncertain why he has become the object of her obsession. She always resisted the term obsession, but somehow he is always on her mind either on a business level or a more intimate one. As days become weeks and weeks turn to months, obsession seems to be the most fitting term to describe her thoughts of him. What her boyfriend thinks is not a concern. She has done nothing, spoken no words about her feelings. He seldom pays close enough attention to know there is a distraction. If no actions have been taken, and words are only words, nobody can ever know what a person is thinking. Thank goodness for small miracles. Had he ever known back then, years ago, would nothing ever have happened? 

You are now sitting there, waiting for another response, another story, another dream. The author is on leave of mind. One more concept on which they could agree is to dream the same dream aloud. As they gathered in the yard watching the sun set, a breeze overcame them. The scent of sex drifted through the salty air. She always liked the water and not just to watch the tide roll in. The pounding waves acted as a stimulant, reminiscent of the pounding actions of her younger days. The best or most memorable events always seemed to revolve around water or water sources. Memories were full of the erotic showers with lathered soaps for a full body lubricant, or endless shower waters that caressed them both. For a different surprise, an evening was disrupted, yet enlightened by a gallon of cold water. It acted to stimulate them both as their body temperatures rose with passion.

So, now as this breeze floats across her bare shoulders, she looks at him in the most seductive way. She imagines he was blowing his own breath upon her. The old memories have lent themselves to enriching her fantasies about him. On a night when sleep was all that was on her mind, a voice came to her and everything was different. It was a contribution that lighted a new fire. He finally shared a dream of his own. She listened intensely and so many new thoughts and higher levels of fantasy came over her. Until he offered the vision, she never considered or even secretly yearned for the actions he was speaking of. At least not in the fashion he was talking about. The encounter a year ago was a capstone for the fantasies at hand today. Maybe there also exists a level of excitement over a particular vehicle as much as there is with water. Early adulthood training session must absolutely have contributed to her present day desires. 

Focusing back to the breezes he has been blowing her way, she captivates him with her glances. They go together to the truck in the driveway. With the trip to the beach only a few short miles away, neither of them realized there was a person hiding in the back of the oversized cab. He listened as they spoke of what they would like to do to or with each other once at their destination.

When they get to the parking lot, no other cars are present. She gets out of the truck and walks to his side. The windows are open and she reaches in with her right hand. Feeling the muscles tense in his thigh, they exchange a smile and she slides her hand toward his inner leg to get a feel for the heat and the hardness she hopes to fully encounter in a few moments. He closes his knees to trap her hand between his legs. Then he begins to massage her already hard nipples. While they swap a grin, the door opens and he gets out. They walk barefooted and hand-in-hand to the abandoned beach. He leads her to his favorite secluded spot in the dunes and they sit in the cooling sun-baked sand. With a great vantage point of the beach and the ocean, they can see people arrive before they will be seen. The parking area was still close enough that they could listen to the truck radio in the background. It became their little paradise. Crashing waves set the tone for the rush of pleasure about to be experienced. With small unsuspecting glances, she lured him closer and they reclined to gaze up at the stars. Side by side, they lay there fondling each other in a most gentle and casual way. He rolled on his side to get a better angle for caressing her. As he shifted, his unbuttoned shirt fell open to expose his chest. She began massaging one nipple and sucking the other. This new position also allowed her a better angle to open his pants. His bulge made them tight, and so she figured they would be more comfortable if he were not in them. 

He without pants and she without a shirt finalize their kiss and observe the man from the backseat walking toward them. The other man is still several yards away and is approaching slowly. Paying him no regard, the couple advances into a more aggressive approach to sex. After a few rolls over each other, locked at the lips and hands fully engaged, the man is finally close enough that they hear his feet kicking in the sand. He is still minutes away from being close enough that he would be able to see what was happening. He moves his hand from her pussy and her breast to clutch her jaw line. Holding firmly, he motions her to slide down to his cock. As he approaches, she was about to consume a fully erect and massively hardened cock. The stowaway observes quietly with no objection from participants on the beach. She continues about her business. Slight gasps are heard from him, followed by stifled moans. Strangely enough, he does not seem to mind that another man is standing over them watching and getting excited at the scene of another man receiving a blow. Without missing a stroke, she opens one eye to focus on the other man. They make eye contact and she is now able to motion with her eyes to have him remove his pants as well and kneel in the sand. Following her non-verbal command, he falls next to her hips, and rubs her back. She lifts a hand to feel the power in his legs. Fumbling around a bit, she locates his member and grips it firmly through his pants. She finds the drawstring on his sweats and unties the already-loosened knot. The two men greet one another in a most peculiar way, but are accepting of what they believe is about to happen. 

She now has Charlie's cock in her mouth and Arthur's cock in her hand causing the men to raise eyebrows and don big smiles. Her free hand is actually not free, for it contains the pulsating shaft of Charlie's cock. Charlie maintains his steady rhythmic groaning in sync with her bobbing head. The moans she allows to escape are from a combination of her enjoyment of tasting Charlie cock as well as the hands of Arthur on her breasts. As she vibrates her lips on the shaft, he is finding pure thrills and he thrusts his hips harder to push his dick further towards the back of her tongue. Once Arthur becomes fully erect, a slight hand job is not sufficient, so he makes his way around to her backside. Charlie closes his legs so she may straddle them. In doing so, the pressure on his balls firmed his dick that much more; in response, she gently rolls her tongue around his sac and across his balls. She licks and sucks his balls some more, just before she takes the whole package into her mouth. Feeling the distinct ridge of his head on her tongue stimulates her further and further. As she fantasizes the feel of his cock in her mouth and her hole at the same time, Arthur approaches and inserts his hardened cock. He is able to manage around Charlie's legs and penetrate her fully. Arthur grabs her by her raised hips and joins in the rhythm that was already established. Head down, cock out. Head up, cock in. It only made sense, since she engaged her entire body in the beauty of a blowjob. She leaned her chest into Charlie's legs as she went down, rubbing her stiffened nipples on his flexed legs. Charlie did not need to do much beyond holding her hair and moving his groin so his cock could pass along her wanting lips to the back of her throat. This threesome had a good thing going, so much that each of them was able to come about the same time. She went first, and then the guys could let it go. Charlie's cascaded down her throat while Arthur's shot across her back.

A brief skinny dip in the incoming tide rinsed them of the juices that remained. While they played in the water, the sun had completely disappeared on the horizon. With a short walk over the dunes, the shanty became nearer. One candle burned in the hardly visible window. She started to run toward the house. 

There was a hot tub on the back porch which seemed to call out to her. She uncovered it and turned it on. When the temperature was up to 104, she slid in, and invited the men to join. Arthur got right in with her while Charlie went to the kitchen to pour 4 glasses of wine. When he came outside, he brought the candle along with the wine and he slid into the tub with the others. Conversation began with a simple question -- how did Arthur get to the beach if there was no other vehicle in the lot? He confessed to have watched the activity of Charlie and her for some time. He knew their habits and desires and anticipated that some day, they may wish to encounter a stranger as part of the new routine. Although this was true, they did not take into account the fact that Arthur would be the one to indulge them, nor did they account for his wife joining in on the fun. Neither did Arthur. Each of them swore secretly to themselves that this would not be allowed. 

Somehow, tonight became the turning point for each of them. After all, 4 is only 2 sets of 2, right?? 



On the Beach



On the Beach...

The heat was insufferable but as long as my motorcycle was moving I could stand it. This was my third day cruising the beaches of Southern Florida. Today was Miami's infamous South Beach, reportedly this would offer the best pickings.

As I slowed to turn into the beach parking lot the heat closed in around me, radiating like an oven from the black asphalt. I was lucky enough to find a slightly shaded spot to put the kickstand down. 

I spread an old towel over my seat to keep from blistering my butt later. As I pulled my knapsack off the back, two gorgeous young ladies walked by wearing brief thong bikinis, oh yeah, maybe this was going to be a very good day!

I picked my way across the sand looking for "the perfect spot." It was the perpetual dilemma of all single guys, you wanted to be seen but not be too obvious for viewing the ladies on the beach. But damn! What good viewing it was!

The sand was littered with a rainbow of brightly colored bikinis. Acres of brown coconut scented succulent skin, with a rainbow of hair colors. Brunettes, redheads, dark hair, light hair, streaked hair, and LOTS of my favorite, blondes... In fact it seemed to be the predominant color on the beach. They were everywhere. All different shades of blonde obviously some natural some not but who cared! 

Many of the bathers were also without tops. Practically every breast shape known to man was here. Round, pear shaped, pert, small, large, in-between and obviously enhanced. Large nipples, small nipples, and very large nipples, erect nipples, inverted nipples. Oh, this was going to be a lovely day!

As I strolled the beach looking for that perfect spot I came across an open stretch of sand next to a gorgeous blonde who was all alone on her blanket. No rings on her left hand! She was sitting up looking out at the water and seemed to be very lost in some faraway thought.  Bingo! 

I said "do you mind?" indicating the open spot of sand next to her blanket.

She looked up at me with a wistful look as she came back from wherever she had been. She checked me out from top to bottom, finally giving me a million dollar smile as she said "not at all, help yourself."

I looked out at the blue sea, framed by a sizzling sun and blindingly white sand. I said "I share your thoughts on beauty". "It is a gorgeous beach" 

she smiled as she said "you read my mind".  I dropped my knapsack and spread my blanket on the sand.  

She rolled onto a very flat stomach and opened a book that had been lying next to her. The title was "Sex Lives of Cannibals" and fortunately, I had recently finished the book.

I said to her "isn't Troost hilarious?"

"She turned to me and said "I don't know when I have enjoyed a book more" 

I also replied in the affirmative. Her new smile was even better.

And I thought "Ahhhhh, the common link." I said "my name is Dave", 

She said "Hi, I'm Tiff."

In a short period of time we were discussing the Troost book and tropical islands and fantasies of living on faraway shores. Which led to discussions about lots of things, one of which I especially liked. It involved the fact that she had broken up with her boyfriend two months before and this was her "single rebirth" trip into her new life. THAT was very good news!

I opened a thermos of my world famous margaritas and we spent the next hour discussing other books, which led to lots of other subjects. And before you knew it our blankets were pulled closer together to prevent beach strollers from cutting between us. 

This was her third day on South Beach and she was in love with Miami. Her smiles grew more frequent as we talked and soon she was laughing easily at my comments. Then she said "will you help me?" 

I said "of course, what do you need?" 

she said "I want to get some sun on my back but I need to be oiled up really well." Why did I think that the mischievous smile she gave me belied the real meaning of her statement? 

But I said "of course, we will trade oilings" and gave her back the same smile. 

She said "let me get you first." Her hands were strong but soft as she spread the oily coconut mixture onto my back. Her hands felt very nice and my cock grew stiff as I imagined them stroking other parts of my body.

I said "now you". I could hardly wait to touch her soft skin.

She rolled over and reached back to undo her bra straps, saying "I just hate tan lines". I agreed they sure did mess up a beautiful tan.

As the straps fell to her sides she raised up slightly and slipped the top over her head giving me a beautiful side view of a gorgeous right breast.

She gathered her long blond hair to one side and laid her arms straight out in front of her. I sat up to begin the "oiling" as she said 

"use lots, I love to feel it on my back".  I squirted the oil on my hands and rubbed them together and then began to stroke it onto her back. 

The stiffness in her neck and shoulders was obvious as I said to her "your back is very tight, you have lots of tension." 

She said "yeah, I've been under a lot of stress." 

I said "this is your lucky day, because I have great massage hands." And I began to gently rub and knead her neck and shoulders. 

The tension begin to bleed out of her as she moaned, "oh my God, you DO have great hands".

I alternated between rubbings up and down her back slipping my hands over to her sides, grazing her breasts from time to time, she didn't seem to mind. I concentrated on the area just above her hips, where her beautiful dimples appeared, an underestimated erogenous zone. 

I pushed and probed, squeezing her ass cheeks together gently, massaging her tiny waist. She moaned as she said "this is the best back rub I have ever had"

I laughed as I said "what you really need is a deep massage" with the obvious sexual innuendo hanging on the word "deep."  

She looked over her shoulder at me with that mischievous smile as she said. "Yes, I think I do". 

I said "we can't properly do it here". 

Again she looked at me and then said "perhaps my room might be better?" 

My heart and my dick both stepped up a notch as I said "yes, I'm sure that would be better". 

She reached forward and picked up her top and slipped it over her head offering me an even better view of her right breast including the nipple as she slipped her top into position.

She said will you tie my top for me please?".

We gathered our belongings and walked toward her nearby hotel. She had a very nice oceanfront room on the second floor with a balcony overlooking the beach.  She said "give me a minute will you?", as she headed toward the bathroom. She said from behind the closed door "There's a bottle of tequila on the nightstand, I need to rinse this sand off" 

I said "sure", and I poured myself a quick shot to steady my nerves and then a shot for each of us. A clock radio offered soothing blues music.

I could hear the shower running for just a few moments and then it quickly shut off. She reappeared wrapped in one of those long thin colorful sari style beach wraps and apparently nothing else. 

She took her shot glass from my hand and said "to a new life". 

and I contributed "to new friends" we whisked them down and I refilled both glasses. 

After the second shot she turned and put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. She said Dave, I'm so glad you put your blanket next to mine today", 

I said "me too", as I took her into my arms and kissed her slipping my tongue into her mouth, tasting the tequila.  Our tongues wrestled as I gently pulled at the piece of tucked cloth holding her wrap in place next to her breasts.

As it came loose it slid down her gorgeous body and she pushed closer to me. I pushed back as she slid her hand down the front of my trunks, feeling my very erect cock.  We collapsed onto the bed holding and kissing each other, I was stroking her breasts and gently tweaking her erect nipples. 

She gasped as she spread her legs encouraging me to touch her smoothly shaven pussy. I gently stroked her pulling gently on the lips feeling for the moisture that I was sure would be there. 

I gently nursed on her left breast sucking her nipple and pulling at it with my teeth. She gasped as I continued to gently stroke her pussy. I inserted a finger and then a second one feeling her wetness, probing gently, feeling for her "pearl". 

She gasped again as I located and squeezed and pulled gently on her clit with my thumb and forefinger as I slipped my middle finger into her pussy, gently finger fucking her. 

Soon she was pushing back onto my finger and gasping into my ear as she said "oh my God, you are going to make me come" I continued to finger fuck her until I felt the extra wetness in my hand and her sigh into my shoulder. 

Withdrawing my finger I gently coated the opening to her ass with her juices wetting the opening and then stroking her pussy and again wetting the opening to her ass. She spread her legs wider asking for my finger. I gently pushed my middle finger into her ass while continuing to alternately suck on her nipples.

She grasped my head as she pushed her ass down onto my finger, wanting it deeper in her ass. With my finger in her ass I stuck my thumb into her pussy and continued to massage her wetness as I probed her ass and sucked on her breasts. 

She pulled my head closer to her breast as she writhed on the bed saying "you are going to make me come again" I continued to probe her as I slid my head down her stomach kissing her stomach and navel along the way. My tongue licked her clit as I continued to finger her. 

She was bucking her crotch against my tongue saying "Oh my God, I'm coming again and again, keep fingering, keep licking me!" and I did.

After awhile she breathlessly pushed me away and said "do you have a condom?" I smiled at her as I reached for my knapsack.

She took the condom from my hand opened the package and rolled it onto my dick, she reached for the coconut oil and laughed as she squirted a generous amount on my chest and down the front of my body slathering it on me.

I grabbed the bottle from her and squirted it across her stomach and breasts. And soon we had oil all over our bodies. As we rubbed together I had a brief reminiscence of a "greased pig contest as a child, but I wisely kept the thought to myself." 

She laughed as I tried to roll on top of her but slid off to one side. But with some persistence I was able to finally insert my rigid cock into her very wet pussy. She gasped as our bodies slid deliciously together, the oil sucking and sliding while our bodies ground together in pure lust. 

I pumped into her feeling my crotch sliding against her bare oily skin. The feeling was erotic and delicious all at the same time. "She gasped as she bucked against my cock absorbing my entire length and wanting more.

I turned her over and squirted more oil on her ass cheeks and the front of my thighs.  I slipped up behind her and climbed aboard her oily ass. I was slamming my full length into her, slipping and sliding, taking her breath away with my thrusts as I hammered her ass she backed into my hips. Moaning and groaning her lust. 

I slipped my very wet forefinger into her ass again, finger fucking her and feeling my cock through her vaginal walls as she came time after time, grunting, and shoving her ass back against my finger and cock. 

Soon I could feel the end coming, my orgasm was rushing like a freight train off a cliff; I pulled out and yanked the condom off letting my come spray onto her ass, over and over and then falling forward to wallow in the wetness.

Forming my body to her backside, both of us gasping like fish out of water we nestled in spoon fashion as she said "oh my God, I needed that..."



On The Beach



It really was one of those days, you remember, the days we always talk about when we grow older and reminisce about the summers when we were young, they were all long, hot and sunny -- even though they probably weren't. 

Anyway, today was one of those fine days, a day for a trip to the beach.

So, here we were, down on the beach, a trip we made every time we had a sunny Sunday through the summer holidays.

Looking towards the ocean, there was that heat haze that makes everything look and feel a bit surreal. Movements seemed slower, noises seemed quieter and more distant -- you know -- sort of surreal.

This was a family trip, mom, dad, my brother, sister and a few friends. Now that I had turned 18, it would probably be the last time we would all be together like that. Same routine, pack a lunch and drinks, the towels, swimwear, sports gear, sun shield, a real car full.

We parked in our usual spot at the back of the beach, just in front of the sand dunes where it was a bit more sheltered. Unpacked all the gear and the lunch and set up our base in a nice spot just into the dunes. Me, my brother, sister and our friends went off to the flat part of the beach to play football, mom liked to sunbathe and dad always went of for a swim. At least he said it was a swim as he would be gone a long time -- I did always wonder?

After a few hours, we gathered again back at base to eat our lunch and lie in the sun. After a while dad went off again for his swim and the rest of the gang for more ball games on the sand. Mom stayed and sunbathed some more and I decided to stay and read a book.

As I said earlier, it was a surreal atmosphere, and my mind started to wonder, I looked over at mom and checked her out -- all in an innocent way of course. At 40, she had plenty of flesh but not fat and it was all in the right places. She wore rather conservative but quite tight shorts in a green check and a white top and I guessed quite a matronly bra underneath.

I recalled seeing her tits by accident when I was younger; she was coming out of the bathroom and thought the house was empty. They were quite big, round, white and with what seemed a massive pink aureole and deep red large nipples. I masturbated on that vision for many years after that.

I also recalled that time we were on holiday, I walked into the caravan and she was sitting there with no pants on and I was amazed at what a big black bush she had. I guess now looking back; she and dad had just been fucking. Anyway, she covered herself quickly and probably hoped I hadn't seen anything.

With these thoughts and her lying there flat on her back I started to think what a great looking woman she is. Great shape, longish dark hair, clear white skin -- a very real "English rose".

I moved about trying to get a good angle to spy down her top or up the leg of her shorts, but no luck.

She looked over at me and I guessed she caught me staring but probably thought nothing of it. Do you fancy a walk in the dunes, she said. We can walk off our lunch.

The sand dunes went back about half a mile and extended for miles along the beach. It was the haunt of a few weirdoes' and peeping tom's hoping to spy on courting couples, but otherwise quite deserted and quite safe. There was tall grass and reed so some spots between dunes were quite secluded.

Anyway we set off for our walk through the dunes. Walking through hot soft sand is hard work, especially when following a great plump round arse in rather tight check shorts. I couldn't take my eyes of that side to side movement, my imagination was working overtime.

But then another movement caught my eye. Just beyond the top of the dunes on our right, I caught a glimpse of a man's head through the grass. He was keeping pace with us but just out of sight.

We came eventually to a small clearing in the dunes and I said to mom we should rest up for a while. She was carrying a towel which she laid out on the sand in little spot of seclusion surrounded by the dunes and the grass.

Mom, I said can you see that guy over there hiding in the grass watching us?

What is he doing that for, she asked, sounding a bit alarmed.

He thinks we are a couple and is hoping he can watch us having sex, I answered.

But we are mother and son -- that's disgusting, she exclaimed.

He doesn't know that, but I guess if he did he would be even more turned on, I ventured.

You mean he would be turned on watching incest! I can't believe people are like that, she said, but with a slightly curious tone in her voice.

Why don't we tease him a bit? I suggested with my heart starting to beat more quickly.

How? She responded suspiciously, but with a growing interest.

Let's sit close together and have a kiss and I then will say out loud, I love you mom.

You are really nasty; she said, but OK, just one kiss for fun.

So we moved up closer on the towel and moved our lips together to kiss, just for a few seconds. It was a typical mom - son kiss so I was a bit disappointed.

Mom, that was too soft and friendly, it's got to be a kiss with some real passion or he won't be fooled.

I think she was warming to this -- at least I hoped she was!

She moved in real close, gripped my face with both hands locked her lips on mine and then to my surprise she slid her tongue between my lips. She curled her tongue inside my mouth, virtually cleaned my teeth and gums with it. I was in a state of shock -- good shock that is, I was growing a raging hard on inside my shorts, I was sweating, shaking -- my goodness what a great feeling.

Eventually she removed her tongue and backed slightly away from me.

"I love you mom" I shouted and I swear the body of the peeper jumped a foot of the ground! Mom, I said, look about 10 feet to the left of that guys head hiding in the grass.

There is another one, she gasped, we are attracting an audience!

I swear she said that with a degree of pride and some excitement in her voice.

Then we really need to put on a good show -- I think you should slip your top off. I suggested. No way, she said, I am not doing that -- but without any real conviction.

Oh come on, we have got them going now, look they seem to be edging nearer to us to get a better view.

She looked thoughtful - OK she said and then very slowly pulled her top over her head to reveal those great white tits of hers wrapped up in a rather large but sexy white lacy bra.

Wow, I said, let's do the kiss for them again. I could hardly control myself.

The repeat was even better, even deeper and even longer that the first. I slowly and cautiously moved my hand to her chest and started to caress her tits outside the lacy bra, it felt fantastic beneath my fingers. I could fell her nipple hardening beneath the lace.

She let this go for a few moments then said, what do you think you are doing.

Making it realistic for them I answered; she paused, looked at me but then thankfully carried on kissing.

I paused for breath and said why don't you slip the bra off so they can see those fantastic tits of yours.

You're the one so big on realism, why don't you do it for me, she said.

What! Is this really happening? I almost fainted! I leant around her back, unclipped the fastener and slipped the straps over her arms and slid the bra off. There they were in all their glory. Those I amazing tits I had fantasised about for years, big, round, white, with those enormous pink aureole and deep red nipples. I could only stare in stunned silence.

Mom soon snapped me out of it. So what's next on this show you are giving, she said.

No problem Mom, I should caress your tits and then kiss and suck your nipples.

Did I actually say that!

You better get on with it then, she said, we don't want to lose our audience and we can't stay here all day.

Did she actually say that!

I was in heaven, I kissed them, sucked them, weighed them in my hands, caressed the smooth white skin, ran my tongue on top and underneath, I just never wanted this to stop. All the time my cock was bursting in my shorts -- but I didn't care.

Then there were three voyeurs!

Look I whispered to Mom, there's three and I swear they seem to have crawled closer for a better view.

Mom could scarcely control her excitement. I don't know which was the greater turn on for her, what I was doing to her tits or being watched by three guys!

The sun continued to beat down but there was a slight breeze blowing through the long grass, this only made the atmosphere more erotic and intense.

It was inevitable we had to move to the next stage; I slid my hand slowly down to the top of her shorts and just ran my fingers under the waistband. No reaction so I became bolder and slipped my hand inside her shorts and I could just feel her thick pubic hair catching my fingernails. Mom stretched out her legs a bit more and opened her thighs slightly. That was it, no stopping me now.

I unzipped her shorts and slid my hand right inside her panties and felt the moist lips of hep pussy. I pushed in one finger, then another, then all 4 fingers and fucked her slowly with my hand. By now she was moaning and groaning and was obviously beyond any self control.

I had to be smart now and resist the urge just to dive on top of her -- the show must go on!

I eased her back onto the towel, and then slowly pulled down her shorts and panties, all the time making sure everything was on view for the three guys. I eased her legs apart just staying to the side so not to block the view. There it was, even better than I imagined. She had masses of thick black curly pubic hair and then bright red and very, large lips around her pussy. I stared for what seemed like an eternity but then snapped back to reality and the next act in our show. 

I pulled of my own shorts and my rather average size cock was still hard and bursting for release. 

I climbed on top of her and slowly eased my cock into her pussy -- what a feeling, it was incredible, I can't describe it with words! 

I was moving back and forth inside her, she was groaning really loudly and the three guys seemed to be edging even nearer through the grass. I was slobbering over her lips, pushing my tongue into every corner of her mouth and all the time squeezing those tits.

Mom, I managed to say with my voice all but breaking, they can't see properly now because I am on top of you. Her eyes were closed and she was in another place. 

Mom, turn over and get onto your hands and knees. She responded like a robot never actually opening her eyes or coming out of her trance like state.

She was on all fours now, her wonderful arse sticking in the air and her pussy fully exposed.

I knelt up behind her and again slowly slid my cock into her pussy, keeping at an angle so the guys had a great view.

Now the three guys were not even trying to hide, they were close enough to smell or touch us and they had their cocks out wanking furiously. 

I had to finish this, I was bursting to come. So I fucked her from behind pushing it in as far as it would go, she was groaning louder and louder. My body was slapping against her arse cheeks, I was moving faster and faster, I was pushing harder and harder. My breathing was becoming more laboured; her groaning was reaching a crescendo.

I'm coming she screamed. 

So am I, I shouted 

We both came like never before. 

The three guys came, wanking their cocks, groaning and spurting come onto the sand.

Mom and I lay back totally spent and exhausted. After a while I opened my eyes and looked up, I must have slept for a few moments. I looked around, the guys had disappeared and mom had put her shorts and top back on.

Let's get back, she said.

We didn't speak after that, she picked up the towel and we headed back to base in silence. When we arrived Dad was back from his swim, the gang were back from the beach football and we collected up all the stuff into the car and headed for home.

Like I said -- it was one of those days - surreal.



On The Beach



Sasha loved the ocean. The quicker route home cut through the city, but she preferred the long way around, which followed the tan beaches and windswept palm trees that characterized the Southern California coast. She had a special place she parked - high up on a cliff overlooking the sea and the slow sunset - on those days when she was in no particular hurry to get home to her quiet house and her bachelorette's dinner of pasta and salad. From that cliff, she could see miles of ocean, all lit gold and orange by the setting sun.

She parked, and dropped so deep in thought she barely noticed the Jeep that pulled up to her right. Feeling watched, she turned and met eyes with a roughly handsome beach bum in his mid to late twenties. Sasha was suddenly aware that, lost in her own world, she had been toying with the edge of her short suit dress. The man's admiring glances at her legs angered her for a moment - a feeling which was immediately replaced by excitement. She locked eyes with him coyly, and slid the skirt up her thigh until it was nearly to her panties, then dropped it back down again. His eyes grew round with surprise, and she giggled. Men are so silly, she thought to herself, so easily interested. Still, her face flushed, and her nipples tightened.

Not taking her eyes off the man, Sasha untucked her blouse from her skirt. She slowly undid the top button, then the next, as he watched in awe. She opened her blouse, exposing the white satin of her bra. The man's gaze sharpened predatorily, increasing the warm tingle between her legs. Her hands found the hem of her skirt once again. She inched up the skirt until her panties were barely visible, then rubbed the moistening satin. He watched her ravenously. She knew that if it weren't for the walls of steel and glass between them he would pounce upon her, tear through her bra and panties with his teeth, and take her. A part of her wished the walls would evaporate.

She moved her hands up to her chest, unhooking the bra. Her exposed nipples hardened both with cold and arousal. She squeezed her breasts, arching her back as she lightly pinched her nipples. One hand slid down her stomach to her panties, where a small damp circle formed. She pushed aside the crotch of her panties, showing him her clit and her swollen, wet lips. Pure hunger filled his eyes, and his hands disappeared from sight. The motion of his body suggested that he unzipped his pants and found his (nicely sized, she imagined) erection, which he began to pull and push. She rubbed her clit vigorously, spurred on by his gaze and her own wild lust, while he other hand took turns fondling her breasts - first the left, then the right. Slipping one finger, then two, into herself, she knew she was close to coming. Her ass rose off the car seat as she plunged her fingers deep into her pussy. She vaguely noticed that he too was coming - his body undulating, his eyes rolled up in their sockets - before an orgasm shot through her like lightning. Her juices dripped from her wrist as she writhed in ecstasy.

Sasha sighed, wiped her hands on a drive-thru napkin. The man, engaged in similar cleanup, was faced away. Before he had a chance to turn towards her, to talk to her and ruin everything, she cranked the engine and put her car in reverse. He looked up, shocked, but she didn't even look in the mirror as she drove away. As she fastened her bra and fixed her hair, Sasha wondered what kind of man he was - a kind one? A conceited one? It didn't matter, when she would think of him, while watching the ocean or in the evening in bed, he was whatever she wanted him to be.



On the Beach



I was at very low ebb after my wife left me, so I took myself off for a holiday in the sun in southern Spain. Forty-years-old and suddenly alone, I was at some kind of crisis point, needed to think and rest. But when I got there a deep lethargy set in. I read a lot and walked in the Andalusia hills, ate long meals and got drunk alone in little restaurants, Id did spend a fair amount of time on the beach, swimming and getting myself a tan.

Mel's last words to me as she walked out the door will tell you all you need to know about why my marriage failed. If memory serves me well they went: "You're sweet Jamie, but I need a man, you know a real man. Rob is a man and he can take care of me. He's huge, his cock, and sometimes he's not very sweet in just the right way. Do you understand? Maybe not. I'm sorry Jamie. Goodbye, good luck." I was speechless. She gave me a condescending peck on the lips, a little hug, a half smile, and then, dismissing all sentiment, Mel looked up into the sky about to rain and left.

++++++++++

Four weeks later, I lay on my beach towel trying to take in every detail of the beautiful Mediterranean coast, sea and sky ranged before me. I loved the limitless, deep blue sky. I'd found myself a perfect secluded spot among the shrubs and dunes, high up on a beach that was not busy that late in the season. The sun was hot and there was a strong breeze. 

I was thinking of Sarah and her big-cocked, lover back in London and got one of my little stony erections - all three inches of it, tented in my tight swimming shorts. I know my cock's precise dimensions, flaccid, erect and post-coital because Sarah often insisted on measuring me. Part of the regular, ritual humiliations.

Just then, a gorgeous, brown-skinned girl, maybe 18 years old, in a t-shirt and bikini pants strode through the dunes towards me. She was slim and athletic, boyish in build, with short brown hair. She had small high tits, and her hard pointy nipples were clearly defined against the cotton of her top. She had a wide grin on her face. Lost in my reminiscences, I didn't realise why she was smiling until she was right beside me. I turned quickly onto my stomach, flustered and humiliated. 

She strode on by, laughing now. "Hey there big boy," she greeted me breezily.

I turned quickly onto my front, face in hands, red faced and hot with embarrassed. I thought about getting off the beach quickly or moving to another spot, but for some reason I stayed. The whole thing was quite funny really. What must she be thinking? What a sad little man I must have appeared to her. Was she giggling with a friend right now about the pin-dicked man in the dunes? There it was again - my penis, my inadequacy, for all to see. You could probably see it in my face anyway. Can a woman tell from looking at a man's face that he's still a little boy where it really matters? Will a woman, maybe instinctively, know what she is dealing with and that she can treat a little man differently? Is a woman ever satisfied with a small man, however much her tries to please her, however suited they are in other ways? A little time passed as all this ran through my mind. I lost my erection and turned onto my back again. I lay there losing myself again in the deep blue sky, those wispy high clouds, when suddenly the girl in the t-shirt loomed into my view. 

"Hello again," she smiled down at me. "I bought you a drink. Can I join you?" 

I sat up bewildered, but took the lemonade as she sat on the sand opposite me. 

"Thank you."

"I'm Lucy."

"Hi, I'm Jamie."

"I'm sorry," she smiled, "but I couldn't help but notice your little erection. I've never seen one like that, so tiny." 

"Yes it is small, I know," I said testily.

"It's absolutely minute, Jamie! Can I see it, please? We're well hidden here. No-one will see."

This was the weirdest conversation I'd ever had with a stranger - this amazing young woman, half my age, so full of youthful confidence and shamelessness. Somehow, within seconds of sitting down, uninvited, she had me cornered, had asked me to show her my little penis. Lucy was tall and slim, clearly very fit, maybe a dancer. She had a beguiling open face, really cute rather than beautiful. There was nothing aggressive in her manner, and nothing sneering. She was amused and wanted to see my little thing. Her ease, her lack of embarrassment, was fabulous.

"No. You can't see..." 

"Please. I'll show you my tits, or my cunt if you like. I'm just curious. Please don't be embarrassed."

I looked away. 

Lucy lent forward suddenly and her hand grabbed my whole package, squeezing down hard. I tried to pull her hand away, but she squeezed harder. I gave a little yelp in pain. Suddenly she was cross.

"Listen to me Jamie. You are going to do as you're told." For the first time an edge of anger, of hostility came into her voice. "Little men like you should be obedient and eager to please. Understand?"

Lucy looked at me sternly, absolute conviction in her steely blue eyes. She let go of my dick and balls, and pulled her t-shirt off in one fluid move, revealing her breasts. She looked down at herself and ran her palms slowly back and forth over her little mounds, then pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her chest into cones. She smiled at me, took a deep breath. 

"See... I've barely got tits. But I think they look wonderful and they're very sensitive. Now be a good boy Jamie. Lie back, lift you knees and spread them wide. I'm just going to examine you. Imagine... I'm a nurse or something. Okay?"

"Okay," I whispered back. 

I lay back, propped up a bit on my elbows. I pulled my knees up, set my feet apart and spread my legs. Then she looked at me again - those unyielding eyes - and shook her head. 

"No, no. You'd best take off your trunks, please."

Polite, but this was a direct order. I considered getting up, gathering my things, walking away. Lucy would not have been able to stop me. But somehow I couldn't really think for long down that track. It would have been rude, after she'd bought me a lemonade, after she asked so nicely. Suddenly I did want to please her. Lucy let me take my time, waited patiently for me to process what was happening. My hands, shaking a little now, went down and I wriggled out of my trunks and lay them aside. She kept her eyes on mime as I did this. I lay back again and spread my legs for her, my submission to her completed, made tangible, at the moment my legs fell open to reveal my tiny dick. 

Lucy scooted up and sat cross-legged millimetres from my crotch. She picked each of my legs up in turn and draped them over her thighs. We couldn't have been closer, more intimately entwined. 

"There, there," she said to calm me. "This is going to be fun."

She leant right over me, so close to my groin. The tips of her finger ran up and down my thighs and across my stomach. She avoided my penis to start with. I was propped up on my elbows watching her. "You've got a nice body, for an older man. Do you swim, cycle?" 

"Yes, both."

"I do gymnastics at college. Not seriously, for fun. I'm very flexible."

"You're lovely looking. Beautiful. I think you breasts are gorgeous."

"Well thank you kind sir," she said sweetly. 

"Now let's take a look at your... condition," she said in a pretend-serious voice. Her hand came up to her face as if she was holding up a magnifying glass. One eye closed, she squinted. 

"Aha! There it is." 

I had to laugh, but I was, of course, deeply embarrassed and breathlessly excited. 

"And, It's alive... look at it grow all by itself."

A hand went down bellow my tight balls hairless. Lucy ran the tip of a finger very slowly and lightly from the very centre of my arsehole, along my perineum, over my balls and along my now rigid penis. I whimpered with the electric pleasure of it and fell back lying flat. I shut my eyes, bit my lip, and abandoned myself to this bewitching girl. I let the delicious feelings of surrender slide over me in waves. I felt so vulnerable, exposed utterly, lost in her spell and my humiliation. My stomach tightened and felt hollow at the same time -- panic, fear, excitement? Lucy's finger tip played with the pre-cum at eye of my penis. 

"Now what we have here, Jamie, is definitely a little boy's penis, a dicklet. This is hardly a man's cock is it?" Her tone was mocking. She put on a deep sonorous voice when she got to talking about a man's cock. My dicklet twitched violently. 

"Ooooh... that's sweet. You're really sensitive, and you're really dripping."

Her fingers inspected me in real detail. She bent forward and examined my penis from every angle, every contour. All the while she quizzed me and commented: "Why do you shave?"

"My ex-wife insisted." 

"It makes you look even more like a child. It's cute. Tell me about her."

"We were married for 10 years. No kids. She was not very nice, bullied me and screwed around. She left me a month ago for a man with a huge cock."

Lucy chuckled.

"I'm not surprised. Did she come home to you all soiled and marked from other men and make you clean her up and that sort of thing?" 

"Yes, she liked to do that."

"That's so hot. Go on."

"She liked to humiliate me, and beat me."

"But you like being humiliated don't you?"

"Yes, but she was nasty, mean. The love, and fun, sort of seeped away. She liked to punch and slap me, and shout at me in public. She wanted everyone to know my inadequacy, not just her boyfriends." 

"How on earth did it last 10 years. You're very sweet and all, but you've got to love a man a lot to stay with him for so may years if he's so... so tiny. Small men can be good friends to a girl, maybe good husbands, but not lovers, really. And you could have left her if you didn't like it." 

"Yes, I suppose... I'm close to coming, Lucy."

"I can see that. Your balls are really tight and high. Show me how you wank a little cock like that."

An order, again. Open and exposed, I wanked my dicklet between thumb and a finger. I usually use thumb and two or even three fingers, but for this gorgeous, mischievous girl I played up my smallness. She lightly fingered my hairless balls, watching me in fascination. 

"I want you to stop stroking just before you come."

I nodded. 

A few more strokes and I stopped, looking at her expectantly.

Lucy put the middle finger of her right hand into her mouth and wet it thoroughly. She brought it to my arsehole and pressed it all the way in, one slow firm, motion. My penis twitched madly as she hooked her finger to press down on my prostate. I grunted loudly, almost a bark, completely out of control now. Lucy pinched the skin of my dicklet and pointed it up towards my stomach. Then she thrust her finger in and out of me hard and fast. I came heavily, all over myself. With each spurt I gave another high pitched grunt. My arsehole clamped tight on her finger as I writhed before her. 

My orgasm was the most intense I could remember. As it passed, she withdrew her finger slowly and I started to come to my senses. Heavy strings of my sperm lay across my stomach, chest and right up to my neck.

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Jamie." 

I tried to close my legs, to draw away. 

"No. Don't hide from me. I want to see your dicklet shrivel up. That was very exciting. Look at this mess. You came pints."

I lay there, Lucy playing absentmindedly with the cum on my stomach, as she watched my dicklet shrink to its post-coital inch-and-a-half. 

"Wow. That is just so small. Your penis is hilarious," she said more in wonder than nastiness. "Now I want you to do something for me Jamie."

She stood up and stretched, reaching for the sky and looking around.

"I bet your wife had you tongue her a lot."

I nodded.

"I want your tongue in my arsehole."

"OK."

Lucy walked around me and approached me from above. She looked down at me, a hungry look in her eyes, a little smile at the side of her mouth. She pulled off her bikini bottom and kicked it away. She put her feet either side of my head giving me a view right into her plump pussy, shaved completely clean and glistening with her excitement. She did all this slowly, as if savouring the moment, completely relaxed and in control, and ready now to take her pleasure. 

"It's really beautiful here you know." As she looked around, one hand went to her cunt, fingers digging in, the other went to her breasts, pinching and squeezing. 

"My boyfriend joins me tomorrow. If you see us, ignore us. He'll beat you to a bloody pulp if he even suspects anything. He's the jealous meathead type, with a huge cock - I'm going through a big cock phase, just like your wife. He wouldn't understand our encounter. But I'm so glad I ran into you. It's been so much fun, hasn't it?"

She wasn't looking at me and I couldn't see her face. I assume I wasn't expected to respond. 

"Now... Tongue in my arse, please, Jamie. I need to get off." 

Lucy spread her feet and placed them either side of my shoulders. Then she squatted down slowly presenting me with her arsehole. She reached back to grab my hair and tilted my head up a little. I brought my hands up to hold her cheeks and support her.  

"That's good. You okay down there little boy?"

I couldn't answer. Already I was kissing her arsehole wetly and pressing into her ring - my way of saying I was fine. 

Lucy wanted to orgasm quickly. I couldn't see, but was sure she was playing with her sodden cunt. I imagined her putting three then four fingers into her cunt, then her slim fist; she was going through a big cock phase after all. She grunted loudly, then a started to shout her encouragement as she ground her arse down on me pressing my head into the sand.

"Come on you little wimp, tongue me deep. Can you taste my shit? Deeper! Your tongue is longer than your dick, Jamie."

She came hard, her arsehole clenching on my tongue. She shifted so that her gaping cunt pressed onto my mouth. As her orgasm passed she rubbed herself all over my face, covering me, inundating me with her wetness.

A minute or two later, recovered, she stood up. 

"Hmmm... that was... very good, thank you."

Lucy walked round to stand between my legs. Her sandy foot came up to press on my penis, rubbing gently at first them pressing down hard to crush it and my testicles. "There's life in the little thing man yet." She smiled down at me. I was stony hard again, squirming to try to get away from her foot. She relented then, as if having second thoughts. "Let's wash off," she said, holding out a hand to pull me to my feet. Once I was standing she lent in and kissed me. Out tongues duelled briefly. She pressed herself against my cum-covered chest and stomach. She fondled my little dick and balls. Then, when I was again bone hard, she pinched my dicklet by the tip and led me at a run through the dunes and towards the sea. 

I followed, of course - my little boy's penis pointing to the sky, face sticky and shiny with her secretions, sperm streaked down my front. Lucy led me past the startled sunbathers and into the cool sea. 



On the Beach



I was on the return leg of my evening walk with my two best friends, Bruno and Gerta, my dogs. We had been best friends since I got them as tiny pups and they had just turned four. 

Twice a day we walked the beach from the kiosk to a point where we could just see the roof of a house behind the dunes. Two purposes were served by this, we were all as fit as we could be and they were able to have a crap where it was easy to clean up as opposed to around the yard.

In the middle of groups of people packing up and trudging for the car park I saw a figure coming towards me. What set this figure apart from the others was that it was moving slowly, its head bowed and shoulders hunched. This person had the troubles of the world on its shoulders. As it drew closer I could see that the 'it' was a she and her body, highlighted by the setting sun, looked trim.

She was some twenty metres away when my two friends deserted me and ran to her, stopping in front of her. Gerta stood up and put her front paws on her leg so that she could be patted. They had never done this before and I was just about to call them back when she dropped to one knee and took Gerta in her arms. Her head was still bowed when I approached. "Look, I'm sorry about this, they're usually really good and don't trouble anyone."

"They're beautiful and are definitely no trouble." Her face, when it eventually tilted towards me, belied that statement, there were tears streaming from her sad eyes.

"I don't mean to pry, but something is bothering you, would you like to talk to me about it?" I held my hand out and she stood. As she got to her feet Gerta stepped between us and she stumbled and fell against me. I looked down at Gerta and her tail was wagging and the expression on her face was asking me if she did good. My arms went around the body of this woman and her head dropped to my shoulder. I let her cry.

When she eventually turned off the waterworks and returned my soggy handkerchief she looked at me. "What you must think of me, a fully grown woman behaving like some lovelorn teenager, and in public? All because I have two dogs at home and I miss them."

"What I think is that you have a big problem that you desperately need to discuss with someone but, for whatever reason, you don't know who you can turn to. What you need is a person who is not connected in any way with you or the problem and who can look at this from a disinterested perspective. How would you feel if I were to say that I am interested in offering my services as your disinterested person?"

She looked at me, her eyes searching every millimetre of my face. "I don't want to burden you with my problems, but," her eyes did another circuit of my face, "if it's not am imposition, I say yes, I would like that."

"Okay, the first thing is to walk back to the kiosk and I will share my friends with you." I took their leads from over my shoulder and slipped the nose loop collars over their heads. I unclipped the leads from the swivel handle that held them together when we walked on the lead and gave her Gerta's. "I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Robinson." I held out my hand for her to shake.

Her hand was soft and warm and she held mine for some time before letting go. "I'm Jenny, Jenny Prothero, I'm pleased to meet you."

"Do you want to start telling me your problem now, or wait till we get to the kiosk?"

"You probably have already guessed that this has something to do with a man, my husband in fact. I have been busy organising our thirtieth wedding anniversary celebrations and the venue planning service stuffed things up big time, it seems that they had double booked the venue and the other party had got in first, or had priority or financial clout. They offered to refund the money that I'd paid, but to get another suitable venue on such short notice was impossible, and to advise the many guests of the changes, was more than I could handle and I was feeling a little overwhelmed. He was working long hours and was unable to help, it just got too much for me, so he suggested that I take time out and come down here to our holiday home and relax for a few days. This afternoon the bastard sent me a text message telling me that he wanted a divorce and that I could keep the holiday home as my permanent residence."

"Ouch! That must have hurt."

"Tell me about it. It felt like I was half way down on a bungee jump when I realised that the cord wasn't tied to my ankles, the end of the world was seconds away and I was powerless to stop it."

"And there was no indication that he was planning anything like this?"

"The more that I think about it the more I'm picking up on the signs, signs that I wasn't willing to acknowledge. Things like the hours he worked, he didn't need to put in those hours, so he was probably seeing someone else. He hasn't mentioned a third party but there can be no other reason for him wanting to end our marriage."

"You anniversary, when is it actually?"

"Next week, the celebration was supposed to happen on Saturday. As well as about thirty friends, our son is coming from London with his family and our daughter lives not far away and she'll be there with her husband. I suppose that I'd better speak to them and break the news. I don't know how they'll take it."

"Are you and your children close?"

"Not particularly, not in this age of nuclear families, I mean we get together with our daughter and her husband and their kids every month or so but Simon our son, we haven't seen him for over a year and I was looking forward to it."

"But you'll still see them won't you?"

"I suppose so. I don't see why I shouldn't, they are my kids after all."

"Why don't you call them this afternoon? You can call them while I order us a coffee." We had reached the kiosk and I tethered the dogs to a post just outside the door. They were used to this and sat patiently, saying hello to the regulars who stopped to talk to them and give them a pat.

As I walked back to our table with the coffees and a slice of decadence for each of us she was just ending her call to her daughter. "Thank you Honey, I'll be okay and I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, bye." She smiled at me as I placed the plate in front of her. She had a nice smile and I realised that it went with the rest of her. I hadn't paid much attention to her up until now so I took the opportunity to check her out. She looked to be a couple of years younger than me, probably in her early fifties, and looked as if she had taken care of herself. Her hair was a dark brown colour with no signs of grey, her eyes were brown and clear, there were a few lines on her face where I would have expected them and she had a dark complexion suggesting a Mediterranean origin. She was slim where it mattered and not where it was best not to be, all in all an attractive package.

"What time will it be in London about now?" She asked.

I carried out a quick mental calculation. "Around seven in the morning, I think"

She dialled a number and waited for the connection. "Hi James, yes it's me. I don't know whether your father has been in touch but if he hasn't I guess I should be the one to break the news. He has just told me he wants a divorce." Pause while she listened. "Yeah I know the timing sucks and no." Another pause. "No, I had no idea this was happening and before you ask, I don't know if there is another woman involved." Another pause. "Yes you should still come, I'm down at the holiday house, let me know when you'll get here and I'll meet you at the airport." Final pause. "Bye Darling, thank you." Turning to me. "Well that's that. Now doesn't this look yummy?" She broke off a piece of cake and popped it into her mouth. "Thank you. Thank you for this, and thank you for listening to the babblings of a confused old woman."

"There's nothing to thank, and, you're not an old woman, confused maybe, and that's to be expected, but you have many good years ahead of you, all you have to do is take the first step to maximise your potential."

"What potential? I have no skills that will get me a job, how will I survive financially?"

"There are ways." She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "I don't mean that you have to think about selling your body," I was hoping that my attempt at lightening the mood will come off. "Although with the right pimp you'd do very well at it." Quick get in the next comment before she reacts. "Forget I even mentioned it, it's just me being silly."

She laughed. At first it was a nervous laugh as if she wasn't really sure that I was joking and then when she saw the stupid smile on my face she opened up and her laugh was full on and infectious, we both sat there cackling away. "For a moment there I thought that you were a pimp recruiting me for you nefarious activities. This is the first time in I don't know how long that I've really laughed. Thank you again."

"Where are you living, I'll walk you home." It wasn't far out of my way so we walked side by side, each with a dog, and because of the narrow paved path we bumped frequently. At first I tried to avoid bumping her but after a while I got the impression that she didn't mind the contact so I gave a tentative deliberate bump and she returned it. We reached her house and she handed Gerta back to me. She stood in front of me and stretched up on her toes and her lips brushed mine. It was almost like static electricity between us, the tingle was barely noticeable but it went right through me. "Thank you for everything. Maybe I'll meet you on the beach tomorrow?"

"I'd like that, very much." I was just about to turn to walk away when an impulse took control. Putting my hand behind her head I drew her face to mine and kissed her, not a light brush, nor a full on kiss, just a slow and lingering kiss that lasted for no more than a second or two. The significant, for me, part of this was that she returned the kiss. "Until tomorrow, good-bye."

"Until tomorrow." She placed her fingers on her lips and smiled.

Thoughts scurried through my mind as I walked home. Thoughts of what could be, might be. How long had it been since I had felt the lips of a woman on mine? Not since the fatal attempt my friends had made to set me up with a woman following my ex-wife's departure, "She's really nice, you'll love her." They said "She's smart, she's funny and she's got a figure to die for." She might have been all of those but I wasn't ready for any involvement and the whole evening was a disaster. God that was years ago. I would have been lonely except for my dogs, their love was uncomplicated, I fed them and they loved me in return. I took them for walks and they loved me. We sat on my old leather lounge and fell asleep watching TV and they loved me. I hadn't realised until just now how much I missed the companionship of a person of the feminine persuasion.

I hadn't realised that it was a dream at the time, but in my half awake state I felt a hand caressing my hard cock. It was when I rolled over to cuddle the person attached to the hand that I realised that I had resumed my long standing affair with Mrs. Palm and her five daughters. I scrambled from my warm bed and relieved myself in the en-suite. It was with a feeling of guilt that I realised that I had just committed adultery with Jenny before I had even reached the point of our relationship that would make that technically true.

I willed the day to hurry but nothing I did helped, it dragged on until finally I slipped the dogs' leads on and we headed for the beach. I searched the sand for a sign of Jenny but there was none and my heart sank. It was a familiar feeling, this having my hopes dashed like this and I was just about to turn for home when I heard a voice. "You must be Jeremy, I'm Phoebe, and Mum told me to look for a handsome man with two of the cutest dogs, so I guess that must be you. If not I've just made a complete fool of myself." 

I looked at a younger version of Jenny. "You haven't made a fool of yourself. I suppose you're here to tell me to stay away from your mother?"

"No. On the contrary, I'm here to take you to her, she's had a bit of a shock and didn't think she could make it here without breaking down."

"What's the problem?" I didn't much like the sound of this.

"I can tell you that it has nothing to do with you and her. After what she told me about you and her last night, I have a feeling that you might just be what she needs right now. Just after I got here today she had a phone call from my father's lawyer advising her that he would be keeping the dogs. I don't know why, because he doesn't like them all that much and they certainly haven't taken a liking to him."

"I think that I may know why. It's a little thing called leverage, he's using them to force her to comply to his wishes. There's a simple way around that, I'll explain when I see her."

Jenny wasn't in a good way when she let us in. "I wanted to see you earlier but I don't know where you live. I don't know why he's doing this and I don't know what to do."

"Calm down, please. Listen to me." I held her face in my hands and looked into her sad eyes. "What he's doing is trying to keep you off balance so that you'll do as he wants. He knows that right now you care more for the dogs than you do for him so he's using them to get what he wants. What we have to do is to take the initiative. Now in this country there is what is known as 'no fault divorce', what that means is that you can't claim more from him just because he's having an affair, which, by the sounds of it he is. So, the only way he can deny you what, by law, is your entitlement to the joint property is to get you to agree to his demands. If you go along with him your dogs become very costly to you."

"Are you saying that he's been having an affair?"

"In all probability, yes. Now the family home, what would you estimate to be its value?"

"In the vicinity of two and a half to three million dollars."

"We need to get an independent valuation. And this place?"

"Five hundred thousand." Reality was sinking in.

"When you factor in the value of stocks and shares, furnishings, art works, motor vehicles and things like that he's offering you not much more that ten percent of joint assets."

"So what can I do?"

"Find yourself a good lawyer and lodge a counter claim for half the joint assets, and while you're at it a full financial disclosure, what you are looking for is any discrepancy between what he'll declare and what he has actually earned to see if he's been tucking funds away somewhere, like in a bank account in another name, possibly that of his lover, or offshore somewhere. Look for property trusts that own commercial buildings that could house businesses in which he has an interest, things like that."

"You seem to know what to look for, do you know a good lawyer?"

"Yes I do." I took a business card from my wallet and handed it to her. "She's very good, she handled my divorce, and she's also my business partner. My ex hired one of the top divorce lawyers when she filed for divorce and he made some weird demands to keep me jumping and, because I was in emotional turmoil, Kate took over and screwed them big time and without sinking to their level. Before you ask, Kate and I are not and never have been anything other than friends and business partners. Apart from that she's my sister." 

My mind went back to that time three years ago when Melinda walked out on me, she had been having an affair, more than one actually, and decided that her new lover could provide more than I could. The demands were outrageous, based on her imagination rather than fact, things like a claim for emotional abuse because I wouldn't allow her to go on an overseas trip 'with the girls'. The fact was that there were no 'girls' on this cruise, just her current lover. I found all this out when the names that she said were her friends weren't on the passenger manifest and that the stateroom she was sharing was with a man. Sure she got emotional when confronted with her lies, but I wasn't the cause. It was her lawyer who had her convinced that all she had to do was to keep me emotionally unbalanced and I would agree to anything. That was her first big mistake.

Her second big mistake came after her lover dumped her when he found that the windfall that she had promised would not be forthcoming. Her third big mistake was to suggest an attempt at reconciliation with me when her plans had all fallen through. She reasoned that I would be desperate for female companionship after the dry spell that I'd been going through since she left. I wasn't that desperate.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Phoebe said. "It isn't anything special, Tony and the kids will be back soon and we're having take away Chinese."

Jenny looked at me. "Please stay."

"I'd love that. Is your back yard enclosed so the dogs can run around out there? They don't live inside at home apart from sleeping in the laundry and the short time we spend at night watching TV." She led the way and the dogs spent the next few minutes exploring before settling down on the back porch.

Tony and the kids, Travis and Julie, Clattered into the house loaded with containers of food and a couple of large bottles of soft drink. We all sat around the table helping ourselves from the many dishes in the centre. Tony was asking probing questions about how Jenny and I had met and what plans, if any, we had for the future. I explained as succinctly as possible how all of this had happened and that it was far too early to have plans for the future given that Jenny was not in any position to make decisions about anything other than her present problems. That seemed to satisfy him for the time being.

"Jeremy," Tony said. Jenny and Phoebe had adjourned to the kitchen to wash up. "I have to tell you that I like Roger and I'm upset that this as happened. I'd like to see them patch things up so if you have ideas of stirring things up to keep them apart then you'll have to answer to me."

"Look Tony, I met your mother for the first time last evening and she was in a hell of a state. I provided a listening post and offered some suggestions. Whether those suggestions allow them to get back together or keep them apart is up to them, I am only a disinterested party trying to help."

"From what she has told us you aren't just a disinterested party." This was music to my ears, I had not yet begun to hope, and maybe now I can.

I stayed talking to them for a little while longer. Tony and the kids went off to play computer games leaving me with Jenny and Phoebe. "I suppose that Tony has told you that he's not happy that you're on the scene?" Phoebe asked.

"You could say that. I told him that I'm just a disinterested party here to help Jenny if she needs me." Jenny glanced at Phoebe and the look that passed between them suggested that they had discussed this and decided that it was more than that.

I collected the dogs from the back yard and said good-bye to Tony and the kids as I led them to the front door. Phoebe gave me a peck on the cheek, "Thank you for helping Mum, will we see you tomorrow?"

"I'll be on the beach at the usual time." I was non-committal.

"Will you give me your address and phone number in case I need to speak top you before then?" Jenny asked. She gave me a piece of paper and a pen and I wrote down my details for her. She kissed me on the lips. "I don't care what Tony thinks can happen, there's no way that I'll ever go back to Roger."

I couldn't get to sleep thinking of the possibilities of Jenny and me getting together and not even a session with Mrs. Palm and the girls eased the turmoil in my head. I didn't want to rush things for fear of scaring her off so I decided to let her make the first move. 

I was just preparing my breakfast, muesli with yoghurt and a banana and a mug of coffee, enough to set me up for the day so that if I forgot lunch it was no big deal, when my phone rang. "Hi, it's Jenny, do you mind if I come and see you, I need to see you."




On the Beach



"Sure, come on round, would you like breakfast or have you already eaten?"

"A coffee wouldn't go astray."

"Fine, I'll see you soon." I hung up and got another mug down. I heard a car pull in to my driveway as I poured and was heading for the door when the bell rang.

She looked very nice close up, she felt very nice close up, her lips felt . . . you get the picture. "I've spoken to Kate and have an appointment at 1.30 this afternoon. I would like you to come with me, please."

"All right I will. How are you coping?" we were sitting while I finished my muesli and started on the coffee.

"I'm doing surprisingly well, Phoebe has been a great help, in fact she's going to our house to pick up a few things that I need, and to spy out the lay of the land, you know, evidence of another woman involved. Tony is going to have a chat with Roger to find out what he's saying and doing. I have spies everywhere."

"Good, now you relax and drink your coffee while I have a shower and shave. I won't be long."

Refreshed and spruced I walked in to see her looking at some framed pictures on the wall. "Did you do these?"

"Yes, they're my feeble attempt at becoming an artist."

"They're very good, how did you get that effect?"

"I use a mixed media of charcoal, pencil and pen, and some of them I use oil crayons to add colour highlights."

"It's very effective. Have you sold any?"

"No, I don't think that they're good enough."

"I'd like to buy a couple, if you'll sell them to me."

"Pick two and you can have them. I can always do more." She looked closely at the pictures and selected two of the sand hills behind the beach. "What would you like to do between now and when we have to leave for your appointment?"

"I'd just like to sit here and talk to you, if that's okay with you." So we sat and talked and had another coffee. It was a pleasant and new experience for me, Melinda wasn't one for talking, or sitting for that matter, she always had to be doing something, fidgeting with the ornaments in the display case, moving furniture, and it used to bug me, particularly when I wanted her undivided attention to discuss important matters like our finances.

My phone rang. "Hi Jeremy, it's Phoebe, is Mum there."

"Sure, I'll put her on." I handed the phone to Jenny. She stood listening, her face clouded over as Phoebe broke the news. She handed the phone back to me. "Well?"

"Her name is Tiffany and she's a model, and she hates dogs. I'm scared that she might do something to them. Can't we go there and take them from her?"

"We could, but I'd like to get Kate's advice on this before we go in with guns blazing to rescue them."

We had lunch in a bistro around the corner from Kate's office, it was almost a relaxed meal but there was still some tension and apprehension in Jenny. This was quickly dispelled when we walked into Kate's office. She greeted me as a close friend, a quick hug and peck on the cheek. "It's good to see you again, you look great, semi-retirement obviously suits you. And this must be Jenny." She cast an appraising look at Jenny and hugged her as well. "So, tell me, who was the fool who traded you in on a new model?"

"His name is Roger Prothero."

"Not the Roger Prothero?"

"The one and the same, manager to the stars. And the new woman in his life is Tiffany, just Tiffany, and she actually is a model."

"I think I know her, wasn't she the one involved in that scandal with a married football player? I remember reading about it in one of those gossip mags at the doctors a while ago." Kate wasn't about to admit to being addicted to this type of magazine, but I had seen inside her desk drawer.

We settled down to work our way through the initial strategy. We couldn't lodge a counter claim until we saw what Roger was going for, but Kate would contact his lawyer to advise that she was acting for Jenny and that all contact would be through her. "Don't worry about anything at this stage of the game, there will be an initial skirmish to see how serious we are in challenging anything he wants, it won't be until the dust settles that we can expect to get into serious negotiations."

"One thing I insist on," Jenny added just before we finished our conference. "I want the dogs, and I want them as soon as possible."

"I'll see what I can do." I didn't know what I was going to do but I had to give her some hope. "But we can't force the issue if they are part of the asset split."

"Why not? He doesn't even like them."

"All that he has to do is to say that he wants to keep them and it will be up to the court to decide, he could drag it out for months. Sit tight on this and we may be able to do something about it soon, rock the boat and we'll have to wait." Kate re-enforced my position.

"You're the expert."

"Jenny, do you mind if I have a very quick and private word with Jeremy?" Jenny nodded assent and left the room deep in thought.

Kate looked me in the eye. "You fancy her, don't you?"

"Yes I do, and I only met her two nights ago. At first I thought that it was only sympathy and that I could help her without getting involved, but that was until I began to fantasize about what it would be like with her that I realised that I was attracted to her. She is lovely don't you think?"

"I agree with you there and I think that you would make a great couple, but don't let your feelings for her get in the way of what we have to do here, otherwise you'll fuck up your chance of success. I know you and you don't want an affair with a married woman so the only way that you can have her is to make sure that she gets her divorce."

"You know me too well and you know that I want what's best for her, so I'll just have to keep him in my pants until this is resolved."

I took Jenny home and Phoebe was there with the kids. "I'll give Father one thing he can pick them, she's beautiful, not smart mind you but beautiful, and she hates the dogs and I think the feeling is mutual. They came to the door when she opened it and greeted me like a long lost friend and she just stood there freaking out, stamping her foot and yelling at them to leave her alone every time one of them brushed against her."

"Jeremy I've got to get them back, I can't have them living in the house with someone who hates them."

"I know that this is hard for you but please be patient and let this situation take its course, I know it won't be long. Speaking of dogs, unless I go home and take my two for their walk they'll go stir crazy." 

When I got home I made a phone call to the local animal shelter and explained that I believed that a woman would bring in two dogs the following day, I described them and gave their names so that when they scanned the micro-chips it would confirm their identity. She would say that it was because she wasn't able to handle them and that when this happened they were to contact me and I would buy them.

The next morning I sat reading the morning paper over breakfast and a headline in the gossip pages caught my eye. 'Top model Tiffany moves in with her man.' The article went on to proclaim that she has been telling her friends that she is the happiest that she has ever been now that she has moved in with the new man in her life and that 'this is it'.

Another article that attracted my attention was of a meeting later that day between Model Management CEO Roger Prothero and representatives of some of the most prestigious Paris fashion houses where they would be introduced to the top models in this country with a view to future catwalk work. Tiffany was mentioned in the six names to be put forward.

I had just returned from my early morning stroll on the beach when the phone rang. It was the animal shelter telling me that the dogs were there. I rang the owner of the boarding kennel that cared for my two when I had to go away and arranged for them to be boarded there. I collected the dogs and, after dropping them off at their temporary home rang Kate and told her what had happened and warned her that she might be getting a call from Roger's lawyers wanting to know if we had abducted them.

I called in to see Jenny. "I have good news and bad news, the good news is that the dogs are no longer in Roger's care, the bad news is that, although I know where they are, and they're safe, I can't tell you where they are because you'll probably get an angry call from Roger demanding their return. This way you won't be lying when you tell him that you haven't got them, you didn't take them and you don't know where they are." 

"What are you telling me?"

"I had this feeling yesterday when Phoebe told us about Tiffany and the dogs that she'd do something stupid like dumping them at the animal shelter. I figured that she wouldn't be bright enough to realise that Roger was using them as leverage. All she could think of was that she and the dogs hated each other and she had to get rid of them. So what I did was to ring the shelter and ask them to contact me if she should dump the dogs and I'd buy them, which I did. I have them safely hidden away, that's all you need to know."

"You're a wonderful man, I could kiss you." She moved to me but I held up my hand.

"Jenny, let me explain something about me and how I operate. I am a single, divorced man, and you are a married not divorced woman. Now I was brought up to value the bonds of matrimony. I won't deny that, even in the short time that we've known each other, I've grown very fond of you to the point of hoping, dreaming, that this will lead to something. But given my upbringing, I think it best if I suppress my feelings for you, for the time being at least."

"But you will allow me a platonic kiss from time to time won't you?" She didn't wait for my refusal but gave me a kiss that was borderline platonic. I could see that my resolve would be sorely tested. "Now I have to explain to you something about me. Roger was my first and only lover. We weren't prudish enough to wait until after we were married before we had sex but I have not made love with any other man. The way I feel about us at this point in time is that I would like very much to make love to you. Now I know that you are going to say that if we rush into an affair it will be difficult to differentiate between having sex and making love, but I want to experience a sexual experience with another man to help me decide whether I still have feelings for Roger. I would much rather that experience be with you."

"Can you wait for a couple of days before taking this step? I think that the next day or two are going to be very trying for you, for us."

"I can if you just hold me for a couple of minutes, just to give me something to look forward to." She wrapped her arms around me, leaving me with little alternative other than to hold her and I have to confess that if she had lifted her face to mine my resolve would have disappeared in a puff of smoke.

That evening all was not well with Roger and Tiffany. "Where are the dogs?" He yelled at her.

"They must have run away when I went shopping."

"What? Did you leave the front door open? Because that's the only way that they could have gotten out."

"I don't know how they got out. Maybe your wife came while I was out and took them."

He rang Jenny and she denied any knowledge of the dog's whereabouts so Roger turned his attention back to Tiffany.

"What were you thinking? I kept those dogs to force Jenny to agree to my terms and now they're gone. You got rid of them, didn't you?"

"But you didn't like them and they hated me, so what if I did get rid of them? You didn't have to put up with them barking at you all of the time."

"Where did you take them?"

"To the dog's home, you know the one that looks for homes for unwanted pets." 

Roger looked at his watch and realised that he had just enough time to call the shelter before it closed for the day. The news wasn't good, both dogs had been sold and no, they couldn't release details of the purchaser or purchasers. "Do you realise the mess you've made? While I had them I could have dictated terms and she would have gone along with them to get the dogs back. Your little brain fade will cost me millions which I haven't got."

"Why are you angry with me? If you hadn't wanted me to do this all you had to do was to say to me, 'Tiffany, I know you don't like the dogs, but if you love me you'll put up with them for a few weeks until she agrees with my terms.' And I would have done it because I love you, but now you're angry with me and tell me I'm stupid and now I don't think you love me. I don't know what to think, I'm confused, one minute you say to me that you love me and that you're going to get me this huge contract in Paris and we can move there and be happy and be fabulously rich and mix with the beautiful people like Posh and them, and that I'll become famous all over the world and it's all because of you, but now you don't love me all because I got rid of those fucking bogs that you didn't even fucking well like! I'm leaving." She paused at last to catch her breath before storming off to pack.

Roger stared at her receding back. He knew that she was scatty and that her emotions were all over the place, but he had reasoned that if she was living with him, he'd be able to control her so that she wouldn't just suddenly disappear and the first he would know of it was seeing her in the gossip mags cavorting about with some over-toned football star, only to return when the star's wife threatened to screw his financial arse to the wall. He began to question why he was in the business and rationalised that it was the perks, like wall to wall sex on tap that had kept him in it. Now he was up shit creek without a paddle, he couldn't afford to give Jenny half of his assets because, he wanted to keep the house and maintain his lifestyle and to do that he would have to buy her out and that was financially impossible. Tomorrow he would call his lawyer and demand a reconciliation conference; he had to salvage his life.

I sat reading the morning paper over breakfast and was confronted by the headline in the gossip column; 'Tiffany walks out of dream home.' The article went on to relate, in cynical terms, the fact that Tiffany had once more failed in her latest relationship. Further into the paper was the small announcement that Model Management had severed its contract with Tiffany and that she was no longer on the list of models that would travel to Paris for the coming fashion season. 

I had three messages on my answering machine when I got back from my beach walk; the first was from Jenny. "Hi Jeremy, Darling, it's me. Just thought that I'd call to see if you've softened your stance on us making love. Please call when you can. 'Bye."

The next message was from Kate. "Jeremy, how are things between you and Jenny. I've just had a call from Roger's lawyer demanding a reconciliation conference. Call me."

The third was from Jenny again. "Kate rang, Roger wants a conference. She wants to see us this morning. Call me."

My first call was to Kate. "What is he planning? Surely he can't really want a reconciliation, I get the impression that he doesn't love her."

"I've just received the financials and while I've only glanced at them, I've a strong feeling that this is a financial decision. It would appear that his business isn't travelling all that well and he's begun to get desperate. He was hoping to convince Jenny to give up her entitlement to the main house so that he could borrow against it to pay off some of his debts. The meeting with the Paris fashion houses was something of a last throw of the dice for him, if that had come off, and it still might, then he may have salvaged some of his business."

"So who will be at this conference?"

"There will be Roger and Jenny, myself and his lawyer, and I'd like you to be there as my associate."

"Okay, I have to ring Jenny now, we'll see you at eleven." I dialled Jenny's number. "Hi, it's me, can you come over for coffee? Good, I'll see you then." A quick shower and shave and I was ready for her.

She came through the door and into my arms, her lips on mine. Resolve don't leave me now. I gently pried her away. "Please don't make this hard for me, be patient. I don't want to seem callous but we need to discuss the latest developments."

"I know that you're right but I just had to feel you and kiss you." I poured coffee for us and we sat at the dining table. "Do you really think Roger wants a reconciliation?"

"I think he's getting desperate. You know that Tiffany has left him, don't you?"

"Yes. I gather they had a huge argument about the disappearance of the dogs. He rang me last night to accuse me of taking them, she apparently dropped that one on him to explain them not being there, and when I denied knowing their whereabouts he turned on her."

"Kate has spoken to his lawyer and has a good idea what he's proposing so she'll fill us in on all aspects of this."

"You think a lot of her, don't you?"

"Yes, we've been friends for years, and her husband is a really great guy. He's a doctor as well as my brother and they have three of the nicest kids I've ever met, but then I could be just a little biased seeing as my own marriage was never blessed that way."

Kate was waiting for us. "I think I know the reason for Roger's actions of late. He has a gambling problem that has drained his finances."

"What! Wow, he certainly kept that quiet." Jenny was genuinely surprised.

"Yes well, what he had planned was to divorce you on his terms which were that he would keep the family home and you have the holiday home. He would then re-finance it to pay off his debts. Having Tiffany living with him would mean that he had more control over her finances and would be able to tap into her wealth, not that she had all that much, money flowed through her fingers like fine sand. Unfortunately for him, she's not the brightest bulb in the box and she hated the dogs so she got rid of them, thereby ridding him of the leverage he hoped to use. My feeling is that he'll be full of remorse and contrition and play on your forgiveness."

The conference room was sterile and adversarial. A court appointed officer was the referee and the warring parties lined up on opposite sides of the long table, enough timber separated them that coming to blows would mean climbing onto the table. Introductions over Roger's lawyer briefly outlined Roger's proposal. "We do not feel that this would be a good outcome for my client." Kate looked directly at Roger as she spoke. "There are no guarantees that he will not want to divorce her again once his financial situation is resolved. There is also no guarantee that his gambling habit will not further diminish the joint asset pool leaving my client in a worse position financially."

There was a hurried whispered conference between Roger and his lawyer. "My client gives an undertaking that he will seek help with his gambling addiction, which will enable him to restore his financial position."

Our side's turn for a whispered conference. "I would insist that any guarantees that he makes should be in writing so that if he reneges we can hold him to his promise in future negotiations." Kate advised.

"I get the impression that you aren't opposed to some form of reconciliation." Jenny asked.

"That is entirely up to you. I was just putting to you the steps that you need to take to preserve your interests if he decides to go back on his undertaking."

"What do you think?" Jenny asked me.

"You know what I think. However I will support your decision, whatever that is, and I'm not going to make it hard for you by pleading my case to you. Know that you have my love and support either way."

"This is hard for me. One part of me wants desperately for this whole mess to be over and you and I can get on with our lives together. On the other hand I have invested a lot of my time, my physical and emotional resources, not to mention financial resources, in this marriage and I feel that I should at least give him another chance. Of course if I'm with him I can keep an eye on him to make sure that he honours his promises."




On the Beach



"This sounds final."

"I'm sorry Jeremy, but I have to do this."

Kate relayed the decision to the opposition. "There is of course another matter."

"Yes? And what would that be?"

"The dogs, my client would like them returned."

"And we are supposed to do this how? Jenny has no idea where they are. We've heard that they got out and ran away, is there some other explanation for their disappearance?"

"They were taken to an animal shelter."

"Really? You disposed of them and now, for some inexplicable reason you believe we have had something to do with this." Kate turned to Jenny. "You haven't been to the animal shelter and bought the dogs have you?"

"No."

"Sorry, no can help I'm afraid." Roger was just about to say something but thought better of it. I got the impression that he was about to accuse me of some involvement in the dog's current whereabouts.

Kate offered Jenny one last chance to change her mind to no avail. Jenny and I drove in silence to Jenny's house so that she could pack her things. "Are you sure that you wouldn't. . . "I held up my hand to silence her.

"You have made your decision and I don't want to make it any harder for you, so I think that I'll just leave it at that." She stepped forward and kissed me one last time on my reluctant lips, and I walked away from what could have been. 

To quote those words spoken at the beginning of the movie 'Four Weddings and a Funeral', "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." If I could contort my body enough I would give myself a mighty kick up the arse. In the context of the stupid decisions that I've made throughout my life, this would have to rank as the most stupid. To give up the opportunity to spend the rest of my life with Jenny because of some chivalrous notion of what's right and wrong is sheer stupidity. What a fucking idiot I can be. 

The dogs sensed something wrong as we walked along the beach, they never moved more than a metre from me even when they were off the leash, and their support was comforting. 

I fed them and let them run in the back yard while I made myself something to eat. But I couldn't bring myself to eat what was a perfectly good, healthy and tasty meal, choosing instead to concentrate on the wine I opened to drink with it. I was wallowing in self pity and the third glass of a good red that tried, but failed, to win my appreciation, when my front door bell rang continuously, accompanied by a loud banging.

I dragged my miserable body to the door and opened it to a blur, a blur that attached itself to me with such ferocity that I almost lost my balance and tumbled backwards onto the floor. Her lips clamped themselves on mine and just wouldn't detach themselves until I pulled my face away. "What is this?"

"Oh Jeremy, my darling Jeremy, I have almost made the biggest mistake of my life. I should have known that what he said was nothing more than the usual spin."

"Slow down. Come and sit down and tell me all."

"When I arrived at our house I expected an enthusiastic welcome home, you know the passionate kiss and the 'Welcome home Darling' but, apart from the glass of champagne, there was his supercilious look that said loud and clear, 'I knew you'd come back,' As soon as I saw that look I turned around and walked out of there. I'm never going back, ever." She reached for the wine bottle and helped herself to a generous mouthful. "What say we get totally legless and wash the taste of this from our mouths?"

"I have a better idea." She looked at me and my look said it all, 'good-bye resolve', 'good-bye stupid hang-ups about making love to you because you are now married in name only.' 

That last bit did the trick, she launched herself at me. "Do you mean?"

"Yes." I took her hand in mine and led her to the bedroom. The living room sofa got in the way of my plans and we found ourselves sprawled and naked on it. "Slow down, let us savour this moment for what it is, the first of many, many, times that we will make love to each other."

The feel of her ample and only slightly droopy breasts with their hard nipples was nothing like my fantasies, it was better, and I spent a lot of time lavishing my attention on them. The feelings on my cock as it entered her was not like my fantasies either, and neither was it anything like I'd experienced before, it was better in every way, and to think that I was going to give this up without a fight, god I can be stupid at times.

A small, contented voice broke my post coital reverie, "You are the kindest and most considerate lover. I see that I'm going to enjoy living with you. You have made me feel like I am giving some meaning to your life. Now what do you say we make another attempt at reaching the bedroom?"

"I guess that I'd better cancel my arrangements then."

"What?" She looked stunned, "What arrangements would these be?"

"I won't require the services of Mrs. Palm and her five daughters any more now that I have you." I made the sign of wanking so she would get the message, she did.

I explored every millimetre of her body, kissing and licking and touching my way from her face to her breasts and down to her pussy. As my tongue entered her I felt her mouth engulf my cock, something Melinda had flatly refused to do. It must have taken at least half an hour for us to reach our thrusting, panting and sweaty orgasms, after which we lay panting in each other's arms. "Isn't this better than masturbation?"

"Much." I mumbled as I caressed her sweaty body.

While this was happening Roger was on the phone to Phoebe. "Your mother has walked out on me, she hadn't put more than one foot inside the door when she turned around and walked out. I tired to stop her but she wouldn't listen."

"What did you say when she got home?"

"What do you mean, 'what did I say'? I didn't get a chance to say anything."

"You didn't welcome her home and tell her that you loved her? I suppose that you took it for granted that she knew that and that you were doing her a favour having her back."

"What are you getting at?"

"When was the last time you told her that you loved her, or did something for her that showed her that you loved her? What do you expect her to do when you throw her over for some dumb blonde bimbo, and then use the dogs that you know she loves as leverage to get her to give up her entitlement to the joint assets? You betrayed her trust in you, her love for you, and when she returns you do nothing to show that your feelings for her have changed in any way, and you expect her to stay?"

"It sounds as if you're taking her side in this."

"Of course I am! You have hurt my mother badly and have done nothing to ease that hurt and you want my sympathy, get real Dad."

"There's another man involved, isn't there? And he's putting her up to all of this. I might have known."

"You know nothing about her. There wasn't another man, but going on your actions I hope that she finds another man who will show her genuine love and affection. She deserves it after what you have put her though." Phoebe slammed the phone down.

The next day was party time. Kate and her husband, who just happened to be my brother Matt, arrived at ten armed with two bottles of Pol Roger, some cheeses and crackers to be followed half an hour later by Phoebe and Tony with more bubbles. They told us that Roger had rung and broken the news that Jenny had walked out on him. He got none of the expected sympathy from them. 

The party had just settled into a dull roar when the phone rang. "Oh, I hope you don't mind but I've had my phone redirected here." Jenny told me by way of explanation as to how James and his wife Emma could reach her to announce their arrival at the airport. Tony volunteered to do the chauffeur bit and collect them, and some more wine and maybe food.

By the time the sun had gone down and the pizzas had arrived, we were pleasantly untidy and having a great time, James and Emma fitted into the celebrations right away, the jet lag hadn't kicked in yet. After demolishing the pizzas, washed down with red wine, the kids reluctantly left for the holiday house. Kate and Matt stood to leave. "You two make the best couple, do you know that?" Kate slurred her words.

"Do you think that you should be driving?" I was concerned because Matt was unable to drive now that his Parkinson's had made that impossible. "Why don't you stay the night?"

"We'll ring for a cab." Kate said.

"No you won't, I won't hear of it." Jenny interrupted, "You'll stay the night here, there's plenty of room, and if you're worried about inhibiting our love making, don't. We made love enough times last night to last at least until tomorrow, so you're staying and that's that." Jenny had said the thing about our sexual appetites having been sated but she didn't keep to it. I hoped that we didn't keep them awake, we tried to do it as quietly as possible but, you know, when you get carried away in the moment you can get a little rowdy. It's something that we have no plans to curb.



On the Beach



I really like lying on the beach wearing a barely there bikini. The smaller and the skimpier the better. Micro-minis are the best invention yet. I like lying out on my stomach or on my back while the flimsy fabric barely covers what it should. I simply love to advertise my body out in front of hundreds of horny guys that walk on by. It really turns me on. It's fun to perch up and out my tight round ass to all the passers by or sticking out my firm tits. The beach is like nowhere else where we horny young girls with hot bods can so freely display all of our good parts. The way I see it, the beach is practically a dirty magazine.

I think I'm like most girls in that I know how much you guys get turned on and stare at us. You see, the beach is where we can showcase our stuff like nowhere else and pretend it's "just a day at the beach." Yeah, I know some girls like to act like they don't know or that they aren't trying but trust me guys, we know what it does to you and we like doing it. I know I sure do.

As I lie there beneath the clear blue sky, not only can I feel the warm rays of the sun landing on my body but I can also feel all the stares landing on me too. So, whenever I'm out on the beach I automatically get so non-stop horny and I begin to fantasize about all of you guys walking by me.

I just know that you're all sporting nice hard cocks inside your shorts and that I desperately want to wrap my lips around one. Mmmm hard throbbing cocks all around me. I can't get enough. But yet I just lay there all horny and with a hot wet dripping pussy only inches away from you and you don't even know. My body is literally 99 percent exposed to you and god I love it. I so love being a woman and blessed with the kind of body that drives you wild. It's so much fun.

Suntan lotion makes my golden brown skin glisten. The hot sun causes the beads of sweat to sparkle all over my smooth hairless body. My hard aching nipples desperately try to poke their way through the fabric. You can't help but stare and its what I want. It's what all us women want. We love it.

All of this, trust me boys, is not simply by accident. I'll bet I'm even more turned on than most of you guys that walk by as I just lie there thinking about all the possibilities. I like to leave my thighs gently parted hoping one of you will notice how excited I am. You see, whenever I'm lying out on the beach, my tits, my nipples, my ass, my pussy, my clit, are all begging to be taken advantage of by some passer by yet so few of you come to rescue. 

I don't understand it. I'm not bragging, I simply need to ask because I don't understand. I'm a hot chick with a hot body. Why don't more men at least try to take advantage of it when we advertise it so blatantly?

Sometimes, I lay there on my back and I fantasize about just an ordinary random guy coming along. He lays down next to me and without a word, begins to lick and bite on my neck. Slowly, he makes his way down to my rock hard nipples. I pretend to take it all in stride and just lie there as Mr. Anonymous works my body and makes my pussy drip. Like I'm a princess who can't be bothered to take time out from sunning myself while I allow someone to work me over.

Closer and closer I get. Closer to orgasm. He hasn't even touched me down under my bikini bottom and yet I'm already so close to cuming. I start breathing hard as this fantasy begins to take on some reality. In my mind, my anonymous lover is going to make me climax but in reality, I'm laying on the beach perfectly still.

Finally he slips his hand under my top and pinches and pulls my already hard and erect nipples giving them the relief they have been aching for. His other hand slips down to my pussy and he dips a finger inside me. He quickly removes the now dripping wet finger and brings it up to spread my slick juices all around the folds of pussy and onto my throbbing clit. He begins to gently caress and rub my clit and it starts to grow and peak out from its hood all on its own.

My mystery lover keeps at this until I can't take much more and I begin to cum. I begin to feel that wonderful heavy sort of sensation in my lower abdomen and all the way down to the inside of my thighs that signals the onset of my orgasm. When it finally hits, my body convulses and shakes from my spasming muscles. Yet I lay perfectly still. My lover gently kisses me on the lips while his hands and fingers continue to work their magic. I don't even open my eyes to see the face of my lover. The orgasm is so intense that I'm moaning loudly in my head yet I remain there still and silent.

My heaving body eventually begins to relent. The mind numbing orgasm I just had inside my head sadly and slowly fades away, as I continue to remain motionless on my beach blanket. I'm still deeply lost in my fantasy until finally, I get enough awareness back that I want to get up and stretch a bit. Then I slowly make my way over to the waves and dive in.

Have you ever notice us girls do this. I mean just all of a sudden, we get up from our tanning and make our way over to water. Well, I know most people think it's only to cool off from the hot sun but I do this to cool off from a hot orgasm induced by one of my fantasies.

It's still early in the day and so I repeat this or a similar fantasy over and over again in my head until its time to head back to the house. Come on guys, I'm not going to wear a sign. You need to figure this out on your own. As I lay out, I'm hoping more of you guys will come over and fulfill this or any one of my fantasies that I use. Unfortunately, it doesn't happen often enough. More of you guys need to take some chances.

So the lesson is that as you walk by us girls lying out there on the sand in our skimpy and revealing little outfits, one of them just might be like me. One that's real horny and with a hot and leaking little pussy. Her nipples are probably rock hard and are aching so bad for some attention. She is fantasizing that someone like you just might come over to lend a hand. Heck you never know, it might just be me.



On the Beach



She wasn't the most beautiful woman at the beach. A blonde sitting about 30 feet to his left clearly deserved that accolade. If Helen had been blessed with features and cornflower blue eyes like the blonde's the Greeks would have launched *two* thousand ships to retrieve her from Troy. But her features were regular and pleasant to look at, and her expressions displayed a certain depth that was totally absent from the blonde's stunning face.

Neither was she the youngest woman stretched on the crowded, khaki sand. Even excluding the obvious "jailbait" scattered about in giggling little groups, there were at least twenty other attractive women in sight who were certainly junior to her. There was an occasional strand of gray in her golden- brown hair, a hint of crow's feet at the corners of her gray/green eyes and slight, yet unmistakable signs that gravity had begun to have its effect on the generous breasts beneath her bathing suit.

And the suit itself was surely not the most provocative or revealing one being displayed that afternoon. Compared to the thong sported by the brunette just now jogging out into the surf, an activity which was surely calculated carefully to showcase the woman's well-muscled ass while simultaneously threatening to release an equally impressive bust line from the two triangular swatches of nylon which were intended to both conceal and reveal it, her sleek black tank suit initially appeared unremarkable. A more lengthy observation, however, revealed the height of its cut on her long, honey-tanned legs, dips which revealed tantalizing glimpses of cleavage in both front and back, and a pattern of translucent panels that offered a shadowy view of the curved underside of each breast.

No, there was no single element of her appearance that could explain his attraction to her, but it was there nonetheless. The more obvious attractions of other women on the beach were irrelevant. She alone seemed to possess an indefinable combination of beauty, strength, and experience that added up to a subtle, yet obvious relish in her own sexuality. It was like the lure of a favored narcotic for an addict. He had to have her.

He crossed the few feet between them without even being aware of having taken a step. Gazing down at her, he said the only thing that would come to mind.

"Hi."

Shading her eyes with one long-fingered, French-manicured hand, she looked back up at him.

"Hello."

"Nice day to be at the beach, isn't it?" he suggested.

"Yes," she replied, smiling gently. "Yes, it is."

"Mind if I sit down?"

"Okay."

He settled onto the hot sand beside her, wishing he'd thought to bring a towel or a blanket to spread beneath him, as she had. He squirmed slightly as the back of his thighs protested at the excess heat they were being subjected to, but he was determined not to display any discomfort. He didn't want her to realize that he was willing to suffer first degree burns just to sit beside her.

She smiled again, a little broader this time.

"You don't have to do that," she told him.

"Do what?" he blinked.

"Fry yourself on the sand." She gestured to the brightly striped towel she was reclining on. "There's room here for two."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No, I wouldn't mind."

She moved to her left, and he scooted over to occupy the bit of towel she had vacated for him. It wasn't very large, certainly not as large as he was, and he found that if he truly wanted to save himself from the overheated beach he was obliged to sit close to her. Very close. He noticed their hips were touching, and he could pick out the scent of the thin layer of coconut oil that glistened on her skin, even through the more pervasive odors of the sea itself.

"I'm not crowding you am I?"

"No, you're not crowding me."

"I mean, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. It is your towel, after all. I'll move if you want me too."

"I don't want you to move." She smiled yet again, her eyes glimmering in amusement. "You're fine right where you are."

They sat together for a while, watching the other people move around the beach or enjoy themselves in the water. His thoughts raced through a variety of alternatives for striking up a conversation, for "getting to know her," but each and every one failed to make it past his lips. They were together, he told himself, don't screw it up with too much talk.

She didn't seem inclined to conversation, either. After only a short while he noticed that her thigh was now resting against his, and the pressure of her hip on his had subtly increased. A few minutes later, she deftly tucked her right shoulder under his left and leaned back against him very gently. The scent of her hair, clean and sweet and smelling slightly of honey and almonds, blended with that of the coconut oil in a surprisingly potent aroma. Gazing over the top of her head, he could see well into her cleavage. Well enough, in fact, to notice as her right nipple gradually stiffened, emerging slowly from a wide, pebbled areole.

He began to feel his cock stiffen as well and, in the relative silence, he was sure she would be able to hear it scrape along the fabric of his trunks as it swelled.

"Well," he offered. "This is nice."

He couldn't see her face, but it wan't the least bit difficult to imagine the smile that must be crossing it.

"It sure is," she agreed, and the soft motion of her elbow, back and forth just once across his groin, left him wondering about just what she was referring to.

Her hand was now resting on his left thigh. After only a few moments, she began to inscribe little patterns on his sweat-slicked skin with her nails. Whether it was her intention or not, the effect on him was erotic in the extreme. His cock began to extend itself to its full length and he began to wonder if he shouldn't shift himself to accommodate the swelling.

"I do like this," she interrupted his racing thoughts. "But if I'm going to stay out here any longer I need to put on some more lotion."

She shifted away from, rummaging in the canvas beach bag that lay at her feet to pull out a dark brown bottle. Looking over her shoulder at him, she favored him with another gentle, knowing smile.

"Want to do my back?"

He almost gulped, like some dazzled adolescent, but did manage to keep his voice from cracking.

"Sure!"

She handed him the bottle and stretched out on her stomach beside him. He nearly forgot what it was he was supposed to be doing as he enjoyed the view of her wide hips and full, firm ass. Her voice, soft and suggestive, made him remember.

"I like it worked in good," she told him. "Why don't you straddle my back so you can really rub it in hard."

Swinging one knee over her waist, he hurried to follow her instructions. Pouring the oil into his hands, he started on her neck (already a little pink, he noticed) and began to knead her skin and muscles as though he were giving a massage. Beneath his thighs, he could feel her chest expand and contract as she sighed deeply.

"You have really great hands," she offered. "That's good."

Encouraged, he moved on to her shoulders and then her lower back. Shifting his knees to keep a firm, even pressure in his fingers, he eventually found himself straddling her hips. His cock, now pointing rigidly toward his navel, rested lightly against her ass. As he worked the oil into the small of her back, watching raptly as a single drop rolled down into the shadowed cleavage there, she began to slowly shift her hips from side to side.

"Um-m-m-m," she sighed again. "I like that."

He paused, once again not sure to what she was referring, and uncertain how much more he should do. Luckily, she was willing to clarify things.

"Hey, you fall asleep back there?" she pushed herself up on her elbows and half-turned to look back at him. "Don't forget to do my legs."

"Oh, yeah," he replied. "Of course."

He started at her feet, working the warm, sweet-smelling oil into first one foot and then the other, the right calf and then the left. Prompted by a low, steady stream of vocal appreciation, he barely hesitated before beginning on her thighs.

Now he noticed another scent mingling with the predominant aroma of the coconut oil, a rich, musky one that was unmistakable. She shifted herself a bit on the towel, sliding down closer to him. Her hips started to move again, pressing back against his fingers so that, slick with oil against her equally slick skin, they slid effortlessly beneath her suit and began to stroke the soft, round cheeks of her ass.

"Yes-s-s-s," she hissed. "Just like that."

He could feel the heat rising from between her legs and a moisture that was the product of neither coconut oil or sweat. Certain now that he would be welcome, he slipped his thumbs, side by side, into the crack of her ass and traced a long, wet line across her asshole and down between her legs. Her hips twitched up and both his thumbs were suddenly buried inside of her.

"There, right there!" she gave a muffled gasp, raising herself on her knees just an inch or two. "Don't move!"

With small, quick movements she pleased herself with his thumbs as he grasped the backs of her thighs with his remaining fingers. From her throat came a rhythmic succession of deep, soft, guttural pants. Her head was down and her eyes, when he could see them, were closed. Except for the heat, moisture, and movement encompassing his thumbs, he might almost have been a spectator.

But he wasn't, and he knew he wasn't. She might be doing all the work, but he was the reason she was doing it.

And she did it very well. Within a minute, perhaps two, her panting began to change in tone and tempo. While moving no faster, her hips began to thrust more firmly against his hands. She flung out her hands, digging her fingers deeply into the sand.

"Ah, a-a-h, a-a-a-h, a-a-a-a-h," she moaned into the towel and the sand beneath it. "Yes. Yes! YES!"

Her body became nearly rigid except for the rasping of her breath and the powerful contractions that clamped down on his thumbs. He could see her biting her lip and convulsively tucking her chin into her chest.

It was over in a minute or two, as she slid herself from around his thumbs and rolled over onto her back to look at him through sweat-soaked locks of her hair.

"I told you you have great hands," she smiled, broadly this time.

Noticing a couple of shocked stares and a few whispered conversations going on around them, she rose to her knees and looked over at him.

"How about we go for a walk?" she suggested, eyes bright. "There's probably a good place along here somewhere."

"Good place for what?" he blinked at her, still not sure if what he thought was going on was really happening.

She laughed, kneeling in the sand beside him, her expression saying something fairly explicit without her actually saying anything at all.

"Would you mind helping me get this stuff packed up?"

"No," he replied, smiling himself. "I think its the least I can do."

Grabbing the corners of the towel, he shook out the sand. A scrap of yellow legal paper fluttered from the folds. She quickly picked it up, tucked it into the top of her suit, and proceeded to stow her book and the bottle of oil in the canvas tote.

They walked hand in hand along the beach for a mile, maybe more before they found a place that appealed to her. It was a small cleft in the shade of the rocks where successive tides had piled a deep hummock of clean, sand that looked cool and inviting in the afternoon heat. She turned to look at him, eyes and lips making a clear invitation of her own.

"Shall we?"

"Um, sure."

She pulled the big towel from where it had been traveling on his shoulders and, trailing it behind her, walked up into the cleft. Spreading the striped cotton on the sand, she paused on all fours, looking over her shoulder to where he still stood.

"Coming?" she enquired, swaying her hips in slow figure eight.

She was still on all fours when he reached her. Dropping to his knees where he could firmly grasp her hips, his fingers dug deeper than he intended in his excitement. Hearing the breath hiss between her teeth, he looked up in time to see her features flinch from the pain.

"Oh, God! I'm sorry, I just...." he stammered.

She tossed her hair away from her face and looked back at him, smiling.

"Don't be. Sorry that is," she reassured him. "It felt good. It just took me by surprise."

"I'll be more careful," he promised.

She shook her head, the sweat-dampened, golden locks shimmering despite the low light.

"Don't. That's not what I want."

She reached back between her legs with her right hand and in only a moment he heard the soft rasp of velcro separating. Glancing down, he could see the crotch of her suit hanging open. She planted her hand back in the sand and pressed her newly accessible ass back against him.

"I want it. I want it now, and I want it from you!"

He still felt like this was more fantasy than reality, but his cock was simply not going to allow him to think about it anymore. He was rigid inside his trunks, after having been at least partially erect since the moment he spotted her on the beach. Freeing himself with one hand, he flipped the dangling fabric of her suit up onto her ass with the other and slid fully inside her with only a single stroke.

She was wet. She was tight. She was hot. Her muscles rippled, grasping and massaging him from his very first stroke.

"A-r-r-r-r!" she growled, dropping her head into the cradle of her arms and rocking her hips back to get him even deeper. "My tits, get your hands on my tits!"

"What?" He almost had to physically wrench himself back form where he had gone, where she had sent him.

"Velcro!" she gasped, slamming herself back against him again. "There's more velcro in the shoulder straps."

In another moment he had pulled the straps loose, and freed her breasts to fall into the open. The next step was more difficult, since she was tall and he was not, but he managed to lie himself across her back and wrap his fingers around her soft. swinging, flesh. He was able to catch her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and squeeze.

"A-H-H-H-H!" She heaved herself up onto all fours again, nearly bucking him off, and began to jackhammer her ass against his hips.

It wasn't the sort of movement either one of them could have kept up for long. It wasn't even necessary for them to try.

He helped her pack everything up again, just as the sun began to touch the horizon. As he folded up the towel he noticed the scrap of yellow paper lying in the sand. Unfolding it this time, he turned to smile broadly at her.

"'Strangers on a public beach,'" he read aloud, as he passed it to her.

"Next time, you pick," she laughed, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and pressing her groin firmly against his. "Now let's go home. We've still got two hours before Mom brings the kids back."



On the Beach



Copyright 2011 by the author. 

*

It rained really hard the first day I was in Honolulu, but the second morning dawned bright and clear. Rain in Hawai'i isn't unusual in February, but these showers were really heavy, to the point where some smaller roads on the north shore of O'ahu were flooded. Not that it really mattered to me since I was in Waikiki, where I was spending a couple of free days after having finished my business in the city.

I know what you're going to say: what were you doing in Waikiki? Most people who know and love Hawai'i shudder in horror at the thought of spending any time there. The locals never go to Waikiki unless they have to. The high-rise hotels, the garish shops, the crowded narrow beach full of pasty white first-time tourists-all the guidebooks tell you this is nothing like the real Hawai'i, and they're right.

Just the same, I'll always love that tourist trap. It seems like it never changes, but that's an illusion. The bustling carnival atmosphere is always the same, but there are always more people to see, another combination of golden sun, green palms and blue water, another way to combine the sensations of warm sun and gentle breeze on your bare skin.

Let me be honest-another reason I hung out on Waikiki was to eye the horde of exposed male flesh on display. There were always hot boys in board shorts parading on the concrete sidewalk by the beach, surfboards underneath the arms, or lying on the hot sand with their girlfriends, or riding the waves.

Of course I was past being able to compete with those young hunks, or getting any of them without paying. No matter. I still did okay, keeping myself in shape with regular workouts and eating right. There's a gym right on Kalakaua, up on the second floor above the row of shops. It's small and cramped, but what the heck-you can watch the palms sway and sailboats drift by on the ocean as you run on the treadmill or sweat through your sets. 

You'd think the place would be overrun with surfer dudes and attitude, but the first time I'd worked out there while on a business trip, I'd been pleasantly surprised to see quite a few men my age as well. I'd gone back, and now went regularly any time I was in town.

That particular Tuesday I got there, I think, around two o'clock. The weekend tourists had left and it wasn't too crowded. There was nobody in the men's locker room as I stripped off my street clothes and changed into my usual workout attire of shorts, t-shirt and jock.

It had been a while since I'd done a full strength workout and it felt good to test myself against the weights and machines. Soon I was breathing hard and starting to break a sweat. At some point I noticed another guy who was doing the circuit as well. I hadn't seen him here before. He was about my age or maybe a little older, balding, tall and slender, with chiseled features and prominent chin somewhat softened by a gray goatee. At one point he looked up and I noticed his eyes, which were a striking clear blue. He'd been at this a while--his shoulders filled out his T-shirt and his biceps bulged impressively.

I reminded myself what I was here for and turned my attention back to my workout. After the weights I hit the Stairmaster, long and hard enough to work up a soaking sweat. Panting, I walked back to the locker room, quickly stripped my workout clothes off and jumped into one of the three shower stalls, hanging my towel outside. I closed my eyes and let the spray wash over my head, grateful for the cool.

I had begun to shampoo my hair when someone entered the stall next to me. The shower area, like the rest of the locker room, was tiny, and the two regular stalls were downright cramped. They were screened with curtains in front but the partition between them was frosted glass. The view into the next stall was blurry but I could see enough to tell it was the man I'd noticed before. I was careful not to stare, but glanced over just often enough to decide I liked what I saw. His pecs were hairy and defined, his butt tight. He started to soap his crotch and I hastily looked away to avoid getting a hard-on-I wished I had a clearer view as his equipment looked pretty impressive. All the while I kept up my own routine so as not to be too obvious, and made sure I finished my shower and got out before him.

He came back to the locker area, his towel around his waist, as I was partway through getting dressed. I looked up and our eyes met-again I noticed how blue they were. I nodded and ducked my head, concentrating on finishing up, but out of the corner of my eye I saw him unfasten his towel and wipe himself down with it, muscles rippling in his back and shoulders, his butt cheek dimpling as he lifted his leg. To my disappointment he didn't turn around, but reached into his locker and pulled out his underwear. I watched as he put on a pair of gray bikinis that barely reached his hipbone and left part of each cheek bare. Fuck, that was hot. He turned and the swelling mound in the front was just what I imagined it would be. By now I was hard inside my own briefs. Fortunately I had my jeans on already.

"Good workout?"

"Huh?" I said, stupidly, my face flaming. "Oh-yeah. Yourself?"

He nodded, smiling. "Pretty good. My name's David, by the way."

He was offering his hand. I shook it. At least he didn't seem to mind my checking him out.

"Gordon. My friends call me Gordie."

He chuckled. "I guess I'd better stick to Gordon for a while, since we just met." I took the opening.

"I don't think you'll have much trouble getting to Gordie." Did I really say that?

He raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes twinkling. "Oh-what did you have in mind?"

I smiled back. "Well, for starters, how about coffee at the Starbucks down the street?"

"That would be nice."

"Put your pants on first, though," I said, pointing to his bare legs. "Nice tan, by the way."

"Yours too." My head snapped up in surprise. His smile told me he knew I knew--he'd been checking me out too. "Just give a minute. Meet you outside?"

His pants turned out to be khaki shorts. We walked down the crowded sunny street to the Starbucks on the corner, crowded as usual. We perched on the low stone wall outside in a shady spot, drank our iced teas and chatted. He was on vacation, by himself-he'd been coming to Hawai'i for many years. He asked about my business, I told him a little bit. We really weren't listening very hard to each other though-we were looking at each other's faces, expressions, and bodies, seeing if the chemistry would dissipate.

It didn't. I drained my already empty plastic cup, letting the ice fall against my teeth.

"I'm staying at the Queen Kapiolani, right behind us," David said. His gaze was clear and direct. "You want to come up for a while?"

My mouth felt dry even though I'd just drunk my tea. I nodded.

"Shall we?"

His room was on the sixteenth floor. The double bed took up most of the space, leaving barely enough room for both of us to stand. He had left the door to the lanai open and a warm breeze was blowing.

David said, "Would you like something to drink? This place doesn't have much, but it does have a refrigerator."

I shook my head, smiling. He made the first move, his hand reaching out and stroking my cheek. The sweetness of his gesture touched me and I turned my head, kissing his palm. His hand grabbed the back of my head and drew me to him. Our lips and tongues mingled in a long, languid kiss that grew passionate. Our arms encircled each other. I pressed my fingers into the hard muscles of his back and shoulders, massaging him. We finally broke apart and he rested his head on my shoulder with a sigh.

"Nice."

I pushed him gently away and began to unbutton his shirt. "You're telling me."

He unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor. The pouch of his briefs bulged outward. "Let me," I said, hooking my fingers under his waistband and drawing them down slowly until his dick popped out, half hard, the smooth pink head already moist with pre-cum.

"Lovely," I said. We began to kiss again. David unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans downward. He grasped my cock and jacked it to full erection. I took hold of his nipples and was rewarded with a muffled moan of pleasure.

I knelt, pushed his underwear to the floor and took his cock into my mouth, grabbing his butt to steady myself. David's hands gripped the sides of my head as I worked on him, sliding back and forth on his steely shaft, taking him down to his pubes until I choked. I drew back and gasped a lungful of air before plunging in again, flicking my tongue around the crown of his organ, lapping up his salty precum.

David's hands pulled me upward. I found myself looking into his smiling face.

"Very nice. My turn."

In a moment I was looking down at him as he sucked me, enjoying the sight of his back muscles tapering down to his white, smooth butt. I bent and cupped his cheeks, letting my fingers snake into his crack. This got another muffled noise of approval from my partner. He let me go with a smack of his lips.

"Want to put something else up there?"

My cock jumped at the thought. "Stand up and turn around." David knew what I wanted. In a flash his back was to me and his hands were pulling his cheeks apart. His hole was small and pink. I flicked my tongue down his butt, wetting down the fine hairs surrounding the opening. When I made contact for the first time David moaned softly. Encouraged, I snaked my tongue in until I could taste the smooth flesh of his insides, working my jaw up and down, my nose completely buried in his crack. By now he was whimpering with delight, his thighs trembling. My own cock jutted straight up between my splayed-out legs.

"Fuck me now, Gordie. Please."

I pulled back, my face wet with spit. "You got it, baby."

"Look in my bag in the bathroom."

It only took a second to find the condoms and lube he had stashed in his toilet kit. I smiled to myself-he was prepared. I quickly hooded and greased myself, took the lube and went back out. David was on his back on the bed. When he saw me he smiled, raising his legs in invitation, his cock in his hand. I stood by the bed, locking eyes with him as I squeezed more lube into my hand and applied it to his hole.

"Ready?" He nodded. I thought he looked a bit nervous despite his lust and reassured him, "Don't worry, I'm not that big."

"You sure look big to me."

"Haha. Good answer," I said as I took hold of my cock and found the dimple of his asshole with the head. I pushed, slowly, and felt his ring start to give. The room was silent except for David's breathing, then his sudden gasp as I broke through and entered him. My head snapped back as I felt the squeezing warmth of his asshole. "Ah, nice," I whispered, looking back down into his liquid eyes. "You okay?"

He nodded. Encouraged, I pushed forward slowly until I felt my balls press against the warm flesh of his butt cheeks. "You got it all, buddy. How's it feel?"

In response David gave my shaft a squeeze with his ass muscles. "Fantastic. Fuck me, Gordie. Fuck the shit out of me."

I chuckled. "You got it." I took hold of his calves and began to thrust into him, watching my hooded shaft slide in and out of his stretched hole, his balls shaking every time I hit bottom. His hole was tight and velvety smooth and perfect. Soon I was fucking him at a brutal pace, my pelvis audibly slamming against his butt on every down stroke, David grunting with delight as I drove my dick into him.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, stroking himself, that by now familiar twinkle in his eye. I bent down toward him. "You are hot," I whispered, just before I put my mouth to his. His arms encircled me as we kissed. I felt myself go over the edge.

"Fuck I'm cumming," I groaned, breaking away from his mouth and rearing up as the floodgates opened. Hoarse grunts came from between my clenched teeth as I tried to keep my voice down, thrusting over and over into him as I filled the latex tube that separated us with my seed.

Finally the storm passed. I hung my head over him, drawing air in great gasps. David chuckled in satisfaction. "Very nice," he said. I opened my eyes. His stomach was smooth and clean.

"You haven't cum," I said.

"Don't worry, I will."

"You want me to suck you off?"

He shook his head, and patted the bed beside him. "Take a break. Relax."

I flopped onto the bed beside him. David looked at the rubber that still covered my dick, the tip ballooning with white liquid.

"You came a lot."

"Always," I said. "You?"

"Not as much as that. Always got the job done, though." 

"Meaning what, you got kids?"

He laughed, but looked a bit uncomfortable. "As a matter of fact, I do-two grown. Does that bother you?"

I shrugged. "No. Been with married guys in my time. Does she know?"

His smiled disappeared. "No." A pause. "She passed away last year."

"Oh-oh, geez, I'm sorry. Shit." My face was flaming. "Guess I put my foot in it, didn't I?"

David shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He took my hand. "It wasn't much good-the marriage, I mean. Probably because of me."

He looked up at the shabby ceiling of the hotel room. "I'd fooled around with guys before I got married, but thought I'd cured myself of that. Of course I hadn't. When Ellen-my wife--suddenly had a heart attack, I cried. But it was more for our kids, not for me."

He turned back to me. "This trip was supposed to be for the two of us-our silver anniversary. My kids didn't want me to cancel it-thought it would do me good to get away. And it has," he said, his smile breaking through again, "Though maybe not in the way they had in mind."

"Wow. So you never did it with men the whole time you were married?"

David shook his head. "No. You're the first in twenty-five years."

I whistled. "Glad you didn't tell me that before. Don't know if I could have handled the pressure."

He laughed. "You were just fine. More than fine, in fact." He ran his fingers down my chest and stomach, making me shiver. My cock stirred.

"So," I said. "You still haven't cum."

"No. Got any ideas?"

"Yep." I got up and went into the bathroom. After pulling off my full rubber and throwing it in the trash, I got a new one and went back in. David was up on his elbows, legs off the bed, looking at me expectantly. I held out the rubber and the lube, which I'd also picked up.

"I have this fantasy of getting fucked by a married man I cruised at the gym."

He laughed.

"I can help you with that. On one condition."

"What?"

He blushed a little, then set his chin. "I...I'd like to do it standing up. Take you from behind."

"Absolutely." I knelt between his legs, took hold of his dick and slipped it into my mouth. It took just a few seconds for it to harden into full erection. I let it go with a smack of my lips. "Hurry. You get me so fucking hot."

David quickly tore the condom wrapper open while I squeezed lube into my hand and applied it between my cheeks. My own cock was hard, surprisingly soon. A crazy idea came into my head. I stood and took David's hand, pulling him off the bed and toward the window. As we went by the bathroom I snapped off the light, leaving us in darkness except for the evening light filtering in from outside.

"What are you doing?"

I stepped out onto the lanai, tugging at my suddenly reluctant partner. "Ever do it outside? Now's your chance."

"Gordie, are you crazy? We'll get arrested for sure."

"Who's going to see us?" The rooms adjoining us were dark and silent, and no one was out on the balconies of the high-rise hotel directly across. No one would notice a couple of naked men out on their private lanai unless they looked directly at our room-even then the darkness would protect us.

David's eyes were wide. There was a long moment of silent suspense. Then he stepped out onto the narrow lanai. I grinned and nodded at him, my heart beating faster, my cock like a steel rod. I noticed his was jutting upward too.

"Good man," I whispered, though no one could hear us. I turned, bent over and grabbed the iron railing. "I'm all yours."

The roar of nighttime Waikiki wafted up at us-the noise of rushing traffic, occasional honking horns, the shouts and laughter of already drunken tourists. Above it all I heard David's loud breathing behind me, then felt the nudging pressure of his organ trying to find its target. I grabbed it and guided it to my hole. Almost before it got there David gave a quick thrust and suddenly I was filled with hard cock.

"Jesus Christ!" I shouted before I could stop myself, but it was too late. Now that he had gotten himself into this David was a man possessed. He took my ass in hard, staccato thrusts, clawing at my shoulders as he slammed into me over and over. It was painful, scary and incredibly, unbelievably hot. I looked toward the ocean, at the palms silhouetted against the dying remnants of the Hawaiian sunset. The evening breeze tickled my face and body. "C'mon, fucker. Use me. Make me yours."

"Take it, Gordie," David muttered between clenched teeth. "Take my cock," he said and then there were no more words, only gasps and grunts filling my ear. The force of his thrusts shoved our full weight against the railing. For a second I had a vision of us plunging sixteen stories to the street, naked and joined for all the world to see.

Then David expelled all of the breath from his lungs in one last gasp and slumped against my back, his hot breath tickling my neck. I squeezed my ass muscles around his cock still buried in me, feeling faint pulsations as it emptied the last of its load into the rubber.

"You okay?" I asked.

A bubble of laughter rose from his body next to mine. "Oh sure. I just fucked a man outside on a hotel balcony right in the middle of a big city. Talk about coming out. If my kids could see me now."

A pause, then he said, "I'm going in." He pulled out of me as abruptly as he'd entered and disappeared inside. I followed more slowly, my back stiff from being hunched over the railing, my arms aching from resisting the pounding pressure of his body.

Inside the dark room I saw his shadowy form sprawled on the bed, unmoving.

"Seriously, you okay?"

He didn't respond for a moment, then turned toward me, extending his arms. A moment later we were entwined together on the bed. His hand turned my face toward his.

"That," David said, "Was the craziest thing I've ever done."

"So-are you sorry?"

Even in the dark I could see the thoughtful look on his face. "No. Unless the cops come knocking on the door," he said, his teeth flashing in a sudden grin.

I shook my head. "They won't." I winked at him. "As for crazy-you ain't seen nothing yet. Stick with me, kid, and get ready for adventure."

His smile disappeared. "Gordie," he said, and fell silent. Then, after a minute, "How? How can I do that?"

I patted his cheek. "I'm not asking you to marry me, guy. I'm talking about until we leave."

His voice was soft, almost inaudible. "And after that?"

I didn't want to go there right now. "We're on vacation in one of the most beautiful places on earth. Let's just enjoy it-live in the moment, you know?"

A long pause, then he nodded. "Fair enough." David's smile reappeared. "Hate to sound mundane, but all this exercise made me hungry. How about you?"

I nodded, relieved. "Let's stop by my room first so I can shower and change."

"You don't want to shower here with me?"

He was looking at me with wide-eyed innocence. I wagged a playful finger at him. "We might not get to dinner till really late."

"I can deal with it."

I laughed and took him in my arms. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

***

"I still wonder how I got up the nerve to do that."

David reaches from his deck chair and hooks his pinky to my outstretched hand. We're lying on chaises side by side, on the back deck of our house on the south shore of the Big Island, looking at the sun sinking into the ocean. We're both naked, our skin evenly bronzed by years of Hawai'ian sun.




On the Beach



"You were so hot for me you threw caution to the wind. End of story," I say.

"And who was cruising me all afternoon at the 24-hour Fitness?"

I turn my head and grin. "Let's call it even."

It's fifteen years to the day since that afternoon on Waikiki when I met my partner. Back then David and I had different lives, lived in different cities. Even though we hit it off right away it never seemed as if we'd be able to make a go of it together, certainly not in Hawai'i.

Life, though, has a way of figuring things out for you. Here we are, the two us, living in paradise. I look at my man and think, what did I do to deserve him?

"Dinner was great, wasn't it?"

David nods, then yawns. Darkness is falling quickly. Soon the incessant chirping of the night frogs is going to start up. It drives a lot of folks around here crazy, but we like it.

"Yeah. Made me sleepy."

"Oh no, you don't. You promised."

He smiles, a little bit resignedly. "You are a horny devil. Are you ever going to slow down?"

I shake my head. "I'll stop being horny when I'm dead. Let me wake you up." I slip off my chair and sidle over to his on my knees. I take his flaccid cock, bend down and slide it into my mouth. It takes a little longer than it used to, but my attentions have the desired effect. As his organ hardens in my mouth David sighs and runs his hand through my thinning hair.

"That a boy." I get up and walk over to the wooden railing that rings the deck, which juts out over the yard below. Once darkness falls it's pitch black here, except for a few lights from neighboring houses and the stars above. I take hold of the top beam and bend forward, planting my feet far apart. "Come and get it."

I hear David's bare feet pad toward me. He wraps his arms around my chest and we share a quick sidelong kiss. His hard cock slides between my butt cheeks. I reach behind, take it and guide into my ass, already lubed. I gasp at the familiar sensation, mixed pleasure and pain.

"Oh yes," he says.

"Fuck me, David."

He's gentler than he was that first time so long ago, but doing it outside still gets us going. Soon, panting and the thudding of male bodies making contact fill the air, competing with the tweeting of the night frogs. I begin to jack myself off in rhythm with David's thrusts. All too soon I hear the strangled grunts that mean he's shooting his load. The thought of his seed filling my insides pushes me over the edge, and with a muffled groan I come into my hand.

My partner withdraws from me and turns me toward him. To my surprise he takes my cum-smeared hand and licks it clean. He must be very turned on tonight. Before I've fully recovered from that surprise he really stuns me--pressing his lips to mine and forcing me to taste the slimy salt of my own cum. He doesn't release me until he's satisfied I've swallowed it.

"Wow," is all I can say. It's totally dark now, but I can imagine the wicked twinkle in David's eyes. He's gotten me good.

"Happy Anniversary, love," he whispers to me, and clasps me to his chest. We stay that way, joined for what might be eternity, under the palms, under the stars, by the restless ocean.

END



On the Beach



Arriving at work on Friday morning, I opened my email, and the first message that caught my eye was an invitation to the firm's annual summer party, which would be taking place the following week. I replied immediately, accepting the invitation, and went on with my work.

A few minutes later I glanced up to see Jenny walking past, and I caught a hint of her familiar perfume.

"Hi, Jenny," I called.

She smiled. "Hi, Tim. You OK?"

"Great, thanks. Are you going to the party next week?"

She shook her head. "Busy that night."

I tried to conceal my disappointment. "OK."

She continued to her desk and sat down, her back to me, and I watched her working for a moment, then turned back to my own screen.

I heard the beep of the swipe card reader, and glanced up to see the familiar figure of my boss coming through the door. She was wearing her usual tailored suit, her blonde hair immaculately brushed and caught back in a gold clasp.

"Morning, Tim," she said, starting to unpack her laptop.

"Hi, Helen," I replied, turning my chair to face her. "What have we got on today?"

We spent a few minutes talking about work, then as casually as I could, I asked, "Are you planning to go to the party next week?"

She smiled. "Sorry – something else I have to do that evening."

I looked glum, and said with a mock-dramatic flourish, "Oh no! Who am I going to talk to?"

I moved back to my desk and started on the work Helen had assigned me. The rest of the day passed quickly, and at the end of the afternoon I made my way home.

The next day – Saturday – I went down into town and looked around the various charity shops. The party was on a beach theme, and I thought I'd find the loudest shorts and shirt I could. My search was soon rewarded, and I returned home with my purchases.

The day of the party came, and I went home from work to shower and change, pulling on the shorts and t-shirt and putting on a pair of sandals. I walked down to the party venue – a club with a bit of a reputation for wildness.

When I arrived at the club, I went to the bar and got a drink, sitting down on a stool at the bar while I waited for other people from the department to arrive.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a couple of the younger girls from the office arrived. Beth wore a short summer dress, while Jo had chosen a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts combination that left little to the imagination.

They waved at me, and came over to the bar to get drinks. "Hi, Tim," said Beth. "You on your own?"

I nodded. "Mind if I tag along with you two for a while?"

"Great," she said. We took our drinks and headed up the stairs to the main area, where the floor was already filling up with people dancing.

We stood at the edge of the room for a while, sipping our cocktails, then Jo drained her glass and said, "Come on, you two. I want to dance."

I finished my drink and followed her, Beth behind me.

We found a space, and I watched with appreciation as the girls danced enthusiastically.

After a few minutes, I said, "Another drink, you two?"

Beth nodded. "Breezers would be great."

I threaded my way through the dancers, and went down the stairs to the bar. When I returned with the drinks, Beth and Jo were sitting at a table at the side of the dance floor. I took the empty seat between them, and put the drinks down on the table.

Beth took a long pull at her bottle, then handed it to Jo. Jo drank, then offered it to me.

I grinned, and finished the bottle. As I put it down, I felt a hand rest gently on my thigh under the table. I glanced up at Jo, and she grinned at the surprise on my face as Beth put her hand on my other leg.

"You can't fool us," she said. "Beth and I see the way you look at Jenny."

"And Helen," added Beth. "I think that's a bit risky – is that part of the turn-on?"

I blinked at the frank turn the conversation had taken.

"So we're pleased neither of them made it to the party," Jo continued. "That means we get you all to ourselves. Anyway, we know you've never got anywhere with Jenny."

I nodded ruefully. "Though we did spend a lot of time together – I did some extra training with her for a while."

"She's a smart girl," said Beth. "I'm sure she knew that you were hot for her, and she wouldn't turn down free coaching."

"Anyway," said Jo, "what about Helen?"

"I was looking forward to the Christmas event that one of the suppliers usually organises," I said. "I thought I'd see how things went. But the event was cancelled because of the recession."

"Poor Tim," said Jo teasingly. "Anyway, we're here and she's not, and I know you look at us too."

I grinned. "You're right there. And in what you're wearing, I'm going to keep on looking."

Beth pinched my thigh. "What about me?" she said teasingly.

I glanced down deliberately. "Well, something tells me there's nothing under that dress..."

She smiled. "Right first time – absolutely nothing."

Jo glanced round. "I don't think this party is going to get any more interesting. Shall we go somewhere else?"

Beth nodded. "Let's go to my place. I have a couple of bottles."

We went down the stairs and out of the club into the warm early evening air. "This way," said Beth.

We walked through the town then out onto a tree-lined road, both of the girls swinging their hips enticingly.

Beth turned in at one of the houses, and opened the front door with her key. "Top flat," she explained, and we walked up the stairs.

We went in to the flat, and Beth said, "Make yourselves comfortable – I'll get drinks."

Jo and I went into the living room, and she sat down on the sofa, patting the cushion next to me. I joined her, and she leaned over to me, kissing me on the mouth and pushing me back into the sofa with her body.

Beth walked back into the room with a bottle and glasses.

"Jo," she said in a mock-scolding voice, "I didn't mean you to get quite that comfortable so soon."

Jo pulled away from me. "Sorry," she grinned.

Beth put the glasses down on the table and poured us each a generous drink. She picked up her glass and said, "Here's to a fun evening."

Jo took her glass and drank deeply. "I think that's guaranteed."

Beth leaned over to me. "Fair's fair, I think you own me a kiss."

She closed her eyes, and I kissed her, gently at first then more passionately. As we kissed, I felt Jo press her breasts against my back and slide her arms around my waist, then take hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and begin to lift it.

I broke the kiss with Beth as Jo pulled my shirt off over my head, then pressed herself against my bare back so that I could feel her hard nipples through her t-shirt.

I glanced at Beth, and she grinned. "Thanks, Jo," she said, kissing me again and starting to stroke my chest with her hands.

I slid my hand up her thigh, stroking the smooth skin of her hip, then running my hand across her stomach just above the soft fur of her mound.

She shivered, and brushed my nipples with her fingertips. I began to lift her dress, and I heard Jo's voice behind me. "Slow down, hotshot. You need to lose those shorts first."

I turned reluctantly away from Beth, and Jo grinned, kneeling to loose the cord of my shorts and pull them down.

"Oops, the y-fronts came too, Beth," she said.

"No problem," said Beth. She started to stroke my back and slid her hands down over my bum.

Jo stayed on her knees, and leaned forward to kiss the tip of my penis, then moved up to tongue one nipple.

"Mm," I said. I slid my hands down to cup her breasts through her t-shirt, then to gently slide her nipples through my fingertips.

She gasped. "OK," she said, "I think I could lose the t-shirt now."

I reached down and pulled the t-shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor, then cupped her breasts in my hands again, caressing them.

"Why don't we get more comfortable," suggested Beth. She stood, and led the way through to the bedroom. She knelt on the bed, and I knelt in front of her, while Jo took Beth's place behind me, pressing her bare breasts against my back.

"This time," I said, taking hold of the hem of Beth's dress and lifting it over her head. I kissed her, then bent to suckle one nipple. She gasped, and guided my hand down between her thighs. I felt her wetness, and began to explore her with my fingers.

"Isn't anybody going to help me finish undressing?" asked Jo, putting on a plaintive voice.

I paused in my attentions to Beth, and turned to Jo, helping her slide her shorts off. She knelt, and raised her eyebrow. I bent to give her breasts the same attention I'd given Beth, and slid my hand up between her legs to touch her. I found her hard nub, and she moaned as I brushed it with my fingertip.

"Now," I said, "however am I going to take care of both of you two at once?"

Jo chuckled. "I think Beth and I can come up with something."

She gently pushed me backwards so that I was lying on the bed, then slid across me so that I could feel her wetness against the tip of my penis.

"You OK with this, Beth?" she asked.

Beth grinned. "As long as you remember it's my turn next time." She knelt over me, facing Jo, and I feasted my eyes on her bottom and the pink star of her rear opening.

Beth leaned forward and kissed Jo, then began to caress her friend's breasts. Jo shifted her hips, and I felt myself sliding into her to my full length.

Jo stroked Beth's nipples with one hand, reaching the other down to stroke Beth's mound then sliding a finger inside her.

I kissed Beth's bottom, then began to use my tongue gently on her rear opening. "Ohhh," she gasped, "that feels amazing."

Jo began to flex her hips, moving on me and angling herself so that my shaft was pressing on her clitoris as I slid in her. She began to moan, quietly at first then more loudly. Beth touched Jo's breasts more insistently, and I moved in rhythm with Jo as I began to approach my own climax.

"I'm going to come," I gasped. She closed her eyes and smiled dreamily as she felt my warm fluid spurt into her, then her face changed as she reached her own climax, her body shaking against me.

"Mm," breathed Beth, "that looked really good. Think I'm nearly there myself..."

"Let me," I said to Jo. She shifted her hand from between Beth's legs so she was touching both her breasts, and I slid a finger inside Beth as I continued to tongue her. Beth began to move against me, and I felt her tense as she climaxed, gasping.

The girls slid off me, Beth lying one side, Jo the other, and I slid an arm round each of them. "Thanks," I said, "you two are amazing."

"Our pleasure," grinned Jo. "You OK to stay?"

"Sure, though I'll have to go by my place tomorrow to get something to wear into the office – I think the shorts would be a bit of a giveaway."

Beth reached for the light switch, and we lay in the dim light. I heard Jo's breathing slow, and a few minutes later Beth was asleep too. I closed my eyes, and drifted off...

We arrived at the office the next day, and I went to my desk. Helen was already in, and she glanced up at me. "Was the party any good?"

"Definitely," I said.

"Sorry I couldn't make it," she said "How about a drink this evening?"

I glanced at my screen, and saw an email pop up from Jo, with the subject "Tonight – my place – give Beth a lift"

"Sorry, Helen," I said. "I'm busy..."



On The Beach



Charlotte was a senior in high school and I was a junior in college. John and I met her and her girlfriend Martha while they were catching some rays on the beach. They were wearing skimpy bikinis that nicely accentuated their shapely female treasures. Charlotte had short blonde hair, blue eyes, a friendly smile and the body of a gymnast. Martha was darker and taller with long shapely legs and well formed tits. We struck up a casual conversation and asked them if they wanted to go out that evening. When they found out we were football players, they said OK as long as it was all right with their parents. Charlotte and Martha were both cheerleaders, had "boyfriends" back home (football players of course) and came to the beach every year with their parents. We stopped by about 7, did the mandatory Eddie Haskell thing, grabbed a bite and went to a local nightspot for some dancing. 

The girls loved to dance and we all worked up quite a sweat. John had a pint of whiskey and the girls spiked their cokes in between sessions. We were all pretty high and sweating like dogs when the band played a slow dance. I pulled Charlotte towards me and without hesitation she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. We were already both overheated, intensifying the sensual feeling growing between us (mostly my cock getting hard). As we danced our bodies rubbed together and I moved my hands up and down her back, occasionally pressing my fingertips on the upper part of her shapely butt. Charlotte responded by rubbing her fingers thru my hair and caressing my neck. I had no doubt she could feel my growing hard-on pressing against her lower stomach.

I looked over at John and Martha who were tongue kissing passionately. He was openly caressing her ass while she ground her pussy into him. I knew that we had to get out of there and go somewhere private. I suggested we go for a walk on the beach and also get John's other pint out of the car. Charlotte was hesitant so we stayed to the break and danced until we were literally dripping with sweat. Then we piled in the car and headed for a more deserted part of the beach. In the back seat John was all over Martha. The sounds of grunts and groans and rustling of clothes were getting me horny, but Charlotte just sat there in the front seat sipping on bourbon and ignoring what was happening behind her. I glanced in the rear view mirror and could see Martha's legs spread wide with her skirt up to her waist and John's hand in her panties with his fingers obviously buried in her cunt.

I put my arm around Charlotte and pulled her close. She put her hand on my thigh and smiled at me, but was clearly nervous about the situation. I cupped her breast from under her arm. She turned slightly to give me better access and began gently rubbing my thigh. My hard-on was straining to break thru my jeans, but I finally decided that Charlotte wasn't going to give me any relief.

We reached our destination and piled out of the car. We walked along a mostly deserted beach under a full moon until we arrived at the "spot" John and I had picked out earlier in the day. It was a sand dune with a hidden path up the side that led to a clearing hidden among the sea oats. John spread the blanket and we passed around the pint while telling off color jokes, each of them getting raunchier. John and Martha couldn't keep their hands off each other and soon they were going at it again. I pulled Charlotte down on the blanket and began kissing her. She responded more passionately than I expected and soon our tongues were dancing in each other's mouth. She let me feel up her breasts but said no when I tried to put my hand inside her blouse. On the second attempt, however, she let me inside and soon I was under her bra and pinching her nipples.

Next to us I could see that John had Martha's blouse open and bra pushed up. He was sucking on her tits with his hand between her legs fingering her cunt while Martha rubbed the bulge in John's pants. The bulge in my pants was getting no attention, and the birds eye view of John and Martha had me very aroused. I decided it was time to step up the pace. I wedged my leg between Charlotte's and ran my hand down to her ass pressing into her perfectly shaped spheres as I ground my cock hard against her. Charlotte responded appropriately and soon we were dry humping rigorously. I slid my hand under her skirt and started rubbing her ass through her cotton panties. When I tried to slip my hand under the elastic band it evoked a "no, please...it's not right." This time my 2nd and 3rd attempts were rebuffed and I felt her pulling away. I put my hand on the back of her head and said I was sorry.

During this brief pause in my quest I looked over at John and Martha who were now in a 69 position. His cock, sticking out from his open zipper, was firmly planted between her lips. Martha's skirt was bunched around her waist with her panties dangling from one ankle. Her legs straddled John's face, which was busily slurping her nectar with his arms wrapped around her thighs and his fingers spreading her cunt lips. My cock was throbbing with need as I watched the sensuous scene before me. 

I turned my attention back to Charlotte determined more than ever to find the key that would unlock her womanly treasures to me. I went back to her tits, which she let me fondle freely and eagerly. She even shifted slightly to allow me easier access to open her blouse. I reached behind and quickly unsnapped her bra freeing her two smallish but nicely formed beauties. She purred softly when I kissed her neck and lightly ran my fingers across her nipples. I moved my mouth lower planting kisses down her body, finally reaching her left nipple. I gently sucked it into my mouth while squeezing her right breast with my hand. Charlotte put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her, a quiet "Oh yes..." escaping from her lips.

Sucking and squeezing her tits had definitely aroused her sexual appetite. Besides moaning and stroking my head, Charlotte was grinding her pussy hard against my thigh. I moved my hand back down over her ass rubbing my fingers along her crack, moving them in rhythm with her grinding motions. She moved against my fingers as I continued to apply pressure lower and lower down the crack of her ass. I gently bit down on her nipple, and then sucked as much of her tit as I could into my mouth. I repeated this on her other breast. 

Charlotte went crazy as her moans turned to gasps. I pulled her over on top of me still sucking her tits and kneading her ass. Charlotte swung her leg up across my body, grinding her pussy against my hard cock. I moved my fingers past her ass until they were pressing against the crotch of her panties. I was afraid she would push me away, but instead she pressed her pussy against my fingers. She alternated between humping my cock and humping my fingers. The crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices, and I considered slipping a finger under the elastic and up her cunt, but something told me this would destroy the mood.

Charlotte's tit came out of my mouth, and I quickly peeked over at John and Martha. She was straddling him and recklessly riding his cock. John held her ass cheeks apart with his hands and I had a perfect view of his cock, glistening in the moonlight, moving in and out of her juicy cunt. He licked and kissed her tits, which dangled in his face. She repeatedly lifted up and slammed down on his cock, gasping for air as she neared orgasm. I heard John grunt and could actually see his cock grow inside her just before he spewed his seed deep into her belly. This must have sent Martha over the edge because her whole body started shaking. She threw her head back and tried to muffle a scream. Her ass continued to lift up and slam down on John's cock causing cum and cunt juice to seep down his shaft and over his balls.

Watching this incredibly erotic show in front of me and feeling Charlotte's pussy rubbing hard against my cock was just too much for me. I had to release and quickly. I took my free hand and shoved it between us undoing my fly and pulling out my cock. Then with one swift motion I pulled the crotch of Charlotte's panties to the side, placed my cock at the opening of her cunt and quickly slipped inside her. She started to protest, "No...no, we can't..." but I put both hands on her ass and held her in place as I started to move in and out of her hot pussy. 

She wanted to push away from me, but when she realized I had her trapped she relaxed, then finally started moving her hips in synch with my thrusts, all the time saying, "No.. we shouldn't... it's not right... oh God...ooohhh..." 

I moved my hand under her panties and pressed my finger against her asshole. Whatever weak resistance she had was now gone. She began humping me frantically, gasping and moaning as her orgasm neared. When I slipped the tip of my finger up her ass she lost it and began bucking and thrashing uncontrollably. Suddenly all the blood rushed to my groin and I erupted with a long, steady spray of cum into her pussy. I continued pumping her full of cum until I could feel it mixing with her cunt juice and streaming back down my cock. By the time we finished both her panties and the front of my pants were soaked with our juices.

Charlotte slid off me and onto her back, panting by my side. I looked over at John who gave me the thumbs up while Martha was trying to suck his cock back to life. Charlotte went off on a guilt trip and began crying, buttoned her blouse and ran back down to the beach saying she wanted to be by herself for awhile. 

Martha had John hard again and got on all fours sticking her ass in the air and begging to be fucked dog style. John crawled behind her, placed his cock between her ass cheeks and drove his rod deep into her cunt. He grabbed her hips and began slamming into her. Every time he drove his cock into her cunt she pushed back with her ass making sure she was fully impaled. John reached around and grabbed her tits, which were swaying freely underneath her. That was when Martha started with the four letter words.

"Oh yeah, squeeze my tits and fuck my pussy... that's it... shove your fucking cock up me... oh shit, it feels so fucking good deep in my cunt... oh god, fuck me harder... make me cum…" 

John put a hand between her legs to rub her clit and she started cumming almost immediately in a series of gasps and moans. Watching gave me another huge hard-on that was in need of relief. I half thought of trying to find Charlotte and coax her into another round, but then it occurred to me that Martha seemed like the kind of girl who wouldn't mind two cocks in her at the same time. 

To check out my theory I slid around until my face was near hers. She was just recovering from her first orgasm and had her eyes closed when I reached up to touch her cheek. She looked at me, startled at first, but when she realized my intentions she leaned forward to kiss my lips. Then she had both hands on my head and was practically eating my face. Occasionally she would come up for air and shout "fuck me" or some other obscenity, then go back to eating my face. I reached up to knead her tits and pinch her nipples. Then I pulled myself up further until my cock was poking in her face. Martha didn't hesitate and soon had me most of the way down her throat. I looked over at John who gave me a big thumbs up.

We kept this up for a while. The muffled sounds of sex, slapping and pounding of skin and occasional slurps and smacks were barely audible above the crashing waves. Finally, John pulled out of her and moved around to where I was. I lay down on my back, my stiff cock sticking straight up in the air. Martha squatted over me, her ass to my face, and slowly lowered her cunt onto my throbbing manhood. John stood in front of her and she soon had his cock deep in her throat. 

Either Martha was a natural or she had practiced this before, but she was able to slam her ass up and down on my cock while bobbing up and down on John with her mouth. Then she slid to her knees pulling John down to his, and continued fucking and sucking us shamelessly. John was the first to cum. He grabbed the back of Martha's head and grunted, unleashed his load into her mouth. Muffled sounds of pleasure rose from her throat. She continued sucking until he was drained, then had a hard cum herself. As he pulled out of her gasping mouth, cum began drooling from her lips, and down her neck and tits onto the blanket. 

I reached up and kneaded Martha's ass, working my thumb against her butt hole. Watching my cock slide in and out of her juicy cunt was a real turn-on. I could feel my balls filling with cum. I slipped my thumb up her ass sending her off on another wave of orgasm. Martha collapsed forward, pulling off my cock and rolled onto her back. I lost no time in mounting her, pinning her legs back by her shoulders and sinking my cock back into her steaming cunt. I was hammering her hard and fast, my balls slapping wetly against her asshole. Martha began screaming obscenities again. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deep on each thrust. Then she began begging me to fill her cunt with my cock cream. 

I started shouting back, "here it comes... I'm going to fill your pussy with cum... oh god, here it comes... I'm cumming..." She kept encouraging me, "yes, please fill me with your cum... oh god, I'm going to cum too... oh shit, I'm cumming... aaaaahhhhh..." 

We both released at the same time. My cock began spraying streams of cum into her fuck hole as her pussy gushed out juices of passion. We finally collapsed, drained of energy. My cock slowly deflated in her twitching pussy until it fell from her. A flood of cum and cunt juice followed drenching the blanket beneath us.

I rolled onto my back and looked up, amazed to see Charlotte standing at the edge of the blanket. She had apparently watched the entire show. More amazingly, she had a hand in her panties and was fingering herself to an extreme state of arousal. She was gasping in short breaths and her legs were getting wobbly. I quickly helped her to her knees. Martha slid her head between Charlotte's thighs, pulled her cum drenched panties to the side and clamped her mouth over Charlotte's cunt. 

Charlotte leaned forward and I could see her staring at Martha's cum drenched pussy. I quickly moved to Charlotte's face while John got behind her. I grabbed the back of Charlotte's head and shoved my cock between her lips and into her mouth. Rather than object, she started sucking on me and swirling her tongue over my cock. She had clearly done this before. While she was sucking me, John shoved his cock past Martha's tongue and into Charlotte's dripping womanhood. Charlotte gasped and started cumming almost immediately, pulling my cock from her mouth to catch her breath. 

I decided to fuck Martha, so I pushed her legs back and shoved my cock into her dripping pussy. I put my hands on the back of Charlotte's head and pushed her face towards my thrusting cock. I pulled out of Martha and shoved my gooey cock back into Charlotte's mouth. I went back and forth between mouth and cunt until I felt that familiar tingling in my balls. I decided to cum in Charlotte's mouth so I pulled out of Martha, grabbed the back of Charlotte's head and shoved my cock through her lips, fucking her face in short, quick thrusts while my balls slapped against her chin. 

I roared out as my cock erupted with it's third major cum in the past hour. Charlotte started gasping and choking as cum drooled from her lips and down her chin, but I held her mouth to my cock until I was spent. When I pulled out she looked up at me with bewildered eyes and an open mouth filled with cum. I reached down, put my hand under her chin and closed her mouth. Charlotte closed her eyes and swallowed.

When I was finished, John picked up the pace and started hammering Charlotte from behind. Martha was simultaneously licking her clit, which sent Charlotte screaming and gasping with another series of orgasms. John finally grunted loudly as he filled Charlotte's cunt with his third load of cum for the evening. When he pulled out of her, Martha went to work with her mouth on Charlotte, sucking cum out of her well-fucked cunt.

John pulled out the pint of whiskey and we all passed it around in silence. Martha got dressed while Charlotte readjusted her skirt and blouse. John and I pulled our clothes back on as well. When we were all dressed, Charlotte began crying. 

"I'm nothing but a slut. I've betrayed Billy and our love. How can I ever live with myself..."

John and I were speechless, but Martha wasn't holding back. 

"Goddammit, Charlotte, stop your fucking whining. For the last three years you've let yourself get fucked by every guy you've gone out with down here, then you go into this big guilt trip. Face it. You are a slut. You love to fuck. Enjoy it for christ sakes. Just because Billy has a huge cock and likes using it on you when you're around, and anyone else when you're not, is no reason not to enjoy a good cunt thrashing by any other cock. As for me, I'm not going to let your shitty attitude ruin my vacation. I plan to suck and fuck as many cocks as I can before the week is out. You can either join me or watch from the sidelines while you finger your pretty little pussy. Either way, I'm going to get mine. Think about that while I'm getting fucked in the back seat on the way home."

With that she grabbed the whisky and took three huge slugs, then headed for the car. We helped Charlotte to her feet, and then followed in silence. When we reached the car, Martha was leaning against the car holding her panties by her index finger. "Who's first?" 

John looked at me and said, "It's your car. I guess you have to drive." 

No sooner had we piled in than Martha was slurping away on John's cock trying to get him hard again. She must have been successful, because as we pulled onto the main road she swung her leg over him, straddling him with her knees, and slowly lowered her cunt onto his cock. She rode him hard, screaming and shouting obscenities as she plunged up and down on his cock. John's hands found her ass and his fingers dug into her cheeks. 

Martha finally turned to me and said "Pull over. I need another cock in me. Hurry."

We weren't exactly on a deserted road, but I saw a small shopping strip that looked like it had an access road behind it. I pulled in next to a Dempsey Dumpster and quickly pulled down my pants. I was only at half-mast so I looked over at Charlotte who was staring at my cock. I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her face down towards my manhood. She didn't resist and her lips quickly found my cock. Despite her earlier protestations, this girl really knew how to suck cock and had me standing tall in no time. 

I asked Martha where she wanted it and she said in the ass, then handed me a bottle of hand lotion. We had to open the back door and shift around so that John's feet were dangling out while Martha rode him with her ass hanging in the doorway. I stepped up behind her, lathered up my cock and her ass with hand lotion, and worked one then two fingers into her butt. 

I placed the tip of my cock at her bunghole and shoved until the head was inside her. It didn't take me long to work the entire length of my cock up her ass, and soon she was rocking back and forth with one cock up her ass and another buried in her cunt. After a short time she worked herself into a frenzy of orgasm which seemed to go on and on for several minutes. Just as it would begin to subside her body would shudder and she would launch off on another series of orgasms. 

Charlotte was kneeling on the front seat watching her friend getting double fucked. She had one hand in her panties fingering her cunt and the other under her blouse pinching her nipple. She was nearing orgasm herself, but I thought she needed to be more a part of the action. In a rough tone I ordered her to remove her panties, climb in the back seat and sit on John's face. Without hesitation she complied, straddling John's head and mashing her pussy over his eager mouth and tongue. Martha pulled her forward and started tongue kissing her while squeezing her tits. Charlotte kissed her back with equal passion while grinding her pussy into John's face. 




On the Beach



Unfortunately this story does not involve my direct participation, however I was lucky enough to watch it unfold. My wife and I had taken a vacation for our 15 year anniversary and decided to splurge a little and head to Brazil. While were were there we decided to visit one of the more popular clothing optional beaches near Praia da Galheta. On one of the days we were there, my wife was tanning topless, and catching up on some sleep. I decided to take a walk down the beach, and being the pervert that I am, I grabbed the camcorder hiding up on the rocks above, using the zoom lens to look down on the many beautiful bodies down below. There was a younger group of guys and girls (I would guess in their 20's) that I locked my lens on. There was one girl that was topless and had an absolute perfect body, and I couldn't stop gawking at. As I was watching I noticed one of the guys in the group looking another couple walking up the beach past them. I moved my lens to the couple who looked attractive, but I'd guess them to be in their 30's. She wore a very small bikini and had a great body, and he wore a simple pair of trunks and looked to be in shape as well. As luck would have it, the couple ended up spreading out their sheet just below where I was. I shifted my position so that they did not see me. 

After they spread their blanket out, she removed her top to reveal a nice set of tits. They went back down to the water and took a quick dip. When they both emerged from the water, he gave her a quick kiss and then appeared to walk back in the direction where they came from, while she went back to their sheet and sat down. When she sat down on their blanket, she sat there looking around for a short time and then I was pleased to see her peal her bikini bottoms off to reveal some very nice tan lines. As I had my zoom lens fixed on her, I was surprised to see the one guy from the other group walk over to where she was. It didn't appear that they knew each other because shortly after he walked up to her and they talked for a short time, he held out is hand and they shook hands as though an introduction. Anyway, they continued talking, him standing and her sitting. It was obvious that he was hitting on her and she was liking the attention from a younger guy. I turned my lens back down the beach to see if I could see her husband and saw him far down the beach, possibly going back to their parking lot I thought. I moved my camera back to the couple in front of me. By the way they were laughing and carrying on, it was obvious that they enjoyed each others company. He was still standing as they were talking, and then I saw him pull his shorts off. Her reaction was to cover her face in her hands. He then sat on the blanket next to her.

After a short time I saw him grab suntan lotion, and it looked as though she was a little reluctant to have him put it on, but she did lay on her stomach and he began putting the lotion on her back. I'll tell you that the guy was not shy and looked to know exactly what he was doing. As he applied the lotion, he would occasionally lean into her and say something I watched as he applied the lotion to her back and shoulders, which turned into more of a massage. His hands moved down to her white butt cheeks as he moved rubbed the lotion on her. She said something to him as he did and he leaned into her and then moved to his knees by her feet. He began rubbing her feet and calves. Again, it was obvious she was enjoying the attention - I was shocked that her husband was there with her just a few minutes before. 

His hands moved further and further up her thighs and eventually they must have reached her pussy because she wriggled her ass side-to-side, almost like she didn't approve that he go that far. She looked back at him as he continued to rub her feet - his hard-on was obvious. She then moved so that she was kneeling upright, looking down the beach - I'm guessing to see if her husband was coming - and he was still behind her. As she knelt up he moved in behind her and his hands rubbed her back and then moved to the front of her as he grabbed her tits. I could see he was pressing his pelvis against her ass. He continued rubbing her tits and I could see his hand move down to her pussy. Her neck tilted and he started kissing her. It was obvious when I saw his ass tighten and push against her, that he must be inside her and fucking. It was the most erotic thing I have ever seen, watching him fuck her right there in front of me. Although where they were was somewhat secluded, somebody could have easily seen if they walked by and looked. Not to mention, where was her husband! They fucked for several minutes and then I saw him pull out, she reached behind her and grabbed his cock as he came on her ass. 

They stood up and she walked to the water to rinse off. Shortly after he followed her. Initially there was some distance between them both but he shortly closed that distance and eventually he had her in his arms. I could see that she was looking down the beach to see if her husband was coming, but that didn't see to stop them from flirting with each other - his friends had left by the way. As I watched they were eventually in each others arms kissing and then it was obvious that her legs were wrapped around him as they were again fucking. By the look on her face - which was a bit farther away and not as easy to see - she had an orgasm relatively quickly. They kind of slowed down but stayed in each others arms for a while. I moved my camera down the beach and saw her husband coming in the distance. I wanted to go and warn them, but knew it obviously was not my business. I was getting nervous as he approached maybe 50 yards from them, and they remained embraced. Fortunately for her she did see him and jumped away from her young boyfriend. He, on the other hand, slowly walked back up to the sand. 

As her husband noticed that she was not laying on the towel, he looked to the water and she emerged from the water and met him on the blanket. They both laid no the blanket talking. While I wanted to stay and watch longer, I was gong long enough and I know my wife would have started to wonder why I was gone for so long. 

Best vacation ever!



On The Beach



"What's going on Mike?" asked Karen.

"What do you mean?" queried Mike, fairly sure he knew but hoping he could play dumb.

"You know damn well what I mean. Angela and Brendan vanished around that corner over there and then four of the boys went that-away, laughing, and a number of others, including you, started smirking. So talk."

Mike hastily ran what he knew of Karen through his mind, the big questions being was she prudish and was she a nasty gossip? He was quite sure that she wasn't a virgin and the way their relationship was developing he had hopes of taking her to bed very soon. 

Karen waited, confident that Mike would talk to her sooner or later. He was considering something and she felt sure he would confide in her.

"You know Angela and Brendan are sleeping together?" Mike asked.

"Yes. Angela hasn't been too backward about hiding that information," laughed Karen. "According to her he's an artist in bed."

"I'll take her word for that," said Mike dryly. "Right now Brendan is taking her to a secluded little nook that he knows of, where he will proceed to strip of her bikini and demonstrate his art to her."

"That doesn't exactly surprise me, but it doesn't explain where the other boys went or why you and some of the others were laughing about it."

"Well," said Mike, "if you go that-away," indicating the direction the boys went, "you will find a couple of places that gives you an excellent view of Mike's secluded little nook."

Karen stared at him. "You mean that they're going to go and watch Angela and Brendan have sex, without them knowing," she said indignantly.

"I didn't say that, exactly" said Mike.

"You mean that Angela and Brendan do know and don't mind?" Karen asked incredulously.

"I didn't say that either," said Mike, starting to feel a little nervous about where this was going. 

"Maybe you should tell me what you did say," demanded Karen. "Do Brendan and Angela know or not?"

"Well, yes and I don't know," returned Mike. He sighed. "Brendan knows about it but I don't know if Angela does."

"You mean that Brendan is going to fuck Angela while the boys watch and she may not know? Shouldn't someone tell her?"

"No. Generally, if any of the girls do find out they keep on pretending they don't know. If they know and don't want to be watched they just make sure they don't go there. If they get a secret thrill out of being seen then they'll let their boyfriend talk them into going there. And if they don't know then they act naturally, enjoy themselves and never know that they've been seen."

"Oh. You mean I have to keep my mouth shut about it," said Karen.

"If you would, please," said Mike. "We're all adults and it's just a bit of harmless fun really. The boys get a thrill being voyeurs and it gives some of the girls a chance to be an exhibitionist without anyone being able to point the finger and say you knew we were watching. 

"Hey!" Karen was suddenly indignant. "Andy tried to talk me into going down there for some fun, just before we broke off. Does he know about it?"

"Yes," said Mike with a grin. "I believe he does. Did you go?"

"Fortunately, no," said Karen. "Like I said, I was in the early stages of breaking up with him." She looked at him. "Have you ever taken a girl down there?"

Mike shook his head. "No, and I wouldn't unless she knew. I wouldn't consider it fair to her. I have to admit I have watched others there a couple of times."

"Oh. Did you see anything interesting?" asked Karen curiously.

"A couple of times there's been a real exhibition put on," said Mike with a laugh. "Sometimes you can guess when a girl probably knows from the way she acts."

Karen blushed as she asked "Do you ever get any girls watching what goes on?" 

Mike's smile had an evil tinge to it. "There is one spot that is reserved for girls. The boys are careful to keep away from it, because any girl seen there is obviously not going to take part in any future entertainment. Want to go and see if Brendan and Angela are performing?" he challenged.

Karen's blush deepened, "You're kidding, right?" She paused and looked at him, her blush deepening. "You're not kidding. I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"What if someone should see us?" she protested.

"We're just going for a walk. If you don't know when to stop you would never notice them. Come on. Let's go for a walk."

Mike headed up one of the paths leading away from the beach, drawing Karen reluctantly behind him. Half way up he diverted down another path that led up to the cliff face, and indicated a cave in the cliff. "Ever explored these caves?" he asked.

"No," said Karen, wondering what he was up to.

"Well come and take a look. They're quite well lit. There are a number of places where the sun shines in."

Karen followed him into the cave system, a bit suspicious of his intentions, but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. As they wandered down the passage Mike indicated a couple of holes that gave an excellent view of the beach. At last, at a point where the tunnel turned and went deeper into the cliffs, he indicated another couple of peepholes. "Try one of those," he said.

Karen glanced through and gasped, staring harder. She was looking out at what had once been a cave that had collapsed, leaving a small circular area that was almost but not completely enclosed. She could see a narrow gap that evidently led back to the main beach. And in the middle of this little circle she could plainly see Angela, naked and on her hands and knees, laughing back at Brendan who was kneeling behind her.

Even as she stood and watched, she saw Brendan align himself with the offered bounty and thrust vigorously forward. She saw Angela raise her bottom up, joyfully meeting this cock that was driving into her. She knew she should look away, but found herself unable to tear her eyes away from what was talking place before her. Brendan was happily thrusting into Angela, while her bottom was bobbing up and down as she moved in time with him.

Brendan's hands reached forward and cupped Angela's breasts, and Karen could almost feel them, as though he were clutching her own breasts. "Wait a minute," she thought, startled. "I can feel that." Looking down she realised that Mike had slipped his hand under her bikini top and was cupping her breasts and playing with them, which was a lot more than she'd ever let him do before. 

Not wanting to make a noise in case the couple outside heard, she reached up to draw Mike's hands away from her breasts, but found herself just clutching his hands as she watched Brendan continuing to plunge into Angela. She continued to watch, fascinated, as Brendan and Angela enjoyed each other. She barely noticed one of Mike's hands drop away from her breasts and slip down the front of her bikini pants and cup her mound, while pressing his erection firmly against her buttocks.

Mike continued to gently tease Karen, feeling her move restlessly against his hand, breathing hard as she continued to watch the action through the peephole. Seeing her preoccupied with the action outside while enjoying his caresses, he took the time to slip her bottoms down, watching with satisfaction as they dropped away. 

Karen was aware that Mike was seducing her in time to the action that was taking place outside, but found she didn't care. His hand was invading her private parts now, rubbing her labia, moving her lips apart and darting his fingers inside to further tease her. She could feel his erection pressing hard against her, and while part of her was nervous a larger part wanted him to take her, now.

Mike felt Karen reach down and grasp his cock. She was bending over now, spreading her legs, while at the same time trying to watch the action taking place outside the cave. Mike felt Karen pushing his cock down away from her buttocks and between her legs, trying to steer it into the folds there so that it could bring her relief. He didn't try to help her, sensing that she wanted to do this herself, and heard her gasp of relief as she managed to direct the head of his cock between her lips.

Now that he had the go ahead Mike drove firmly up into Karen, feeling her vagina stretch and swell around him, welcoming him into her. With both his hands now grasping and playing with her breasts, Mike drove home with a vengeance, hammering his cock into the eager pussy that was thrusting happily back to receive him.

Brendan and Angela were hitting an orgasm together, Karen noticed, relieved that the action outside was effectively over, letting her concentrate on the lusty fuck that she was enjoying. Not realising how tense the voyeurism had made her, she now relaxed that little bit, pressing eagerly against Mike's cock, feeling it sliding in and out of her, stirring up all sorts of delicious feelings.

Mike could tell that he now had one hundred percent of Karen's attention. He could feel her eagerness for completion as she writhed under his hands and pressed frantically against his cock. He drove into her, harder and faster, eager for his own climax and happy to feel her reaching for her own. He heard her shocked gasp as her climax hit her, and was relieved that his own came at almost the same time. Heavy final thrusts pumped his seed out and into her willing body, before both of them relaxed, leaning heavily against the cave wall.

Karen was the first to speak. "Oh my god," she moaned. "I can't believe I just did that. First of all I spied on Angela and Brendan, and then I let you take me. You had no right to just take me like that you know."

Mike was no fool. If blame was being assigned he was quite willing to accept it. With a bit of luck he'd shortly be in a position to earn more blame.

"I'm sorry, Karen," he said, apology patent in his voice. "I just found you irresistible."

"I suppose I'm partly to blame," mumbled Karen. "I didn't exactly fight you off."

"Not unless you call grabbing my cock and jumping on it, fighting," thought Mike, but had more sense than to say it.

"We'd better be heading back to the beach ourselves," he told her. "It probably won't hurt if we go in for a quick swim on the way back, either."

Karen grinned at him. "That might be a good idea. A better one would be to help find my bikini bottom. It seems to have gone astray."

Disporting themselves in the water later, Mike re-opened the subject of the voyeurism. "So what did you think of a little voyeurism?" he casually asked Karen. 

Karen appeared to consider the question. "I'd love to know if Angela knew that she was being watched," she said. 

Mike laughed. "I suspect she did. She definitely positioned herself so that she could show off everything she had to any watchers in the caves."

"Where were the boys who were watching," asked Karen.

"There's another cave to the side of the one we were in. That's the one the boys use. There's no connection between that and the cave we were in. Very few people know about our cave."

"I must admit the whole thing was rather interesting, but I'm not sure I'll do it again," said Karen.

"That would be a pity," murmured Mike. "I definitely would like to do it again. Or some parts of it anyway."

"Lech," laughed Karen, swatting at his arm. "We'll see about repeating parts of it some other time."

- - -

Karen and Mike's relationship developed quite steadily after that day at the beach and they were soon recognised as a steady pair. They had been to the beach several times together but hadn't returned to the caves. This particular Saturday, however, Mike brought something to Karen's attention.

"If you look over there," he indicated, "you'll see Rochelle and her new friend, Matthew."

Karen glanced around, spotted the pair and nodded. "So?" she queried.

"I'm sure you know that boys gossip just as much as girls, and probably about a number of similar subjects. My understanding of Rochelle is that she likes rough sex."

Karen giggled. "So I've heard. I prefer something more romantic, but if that's what excites her..." Her voice trailed off.

"I'll go along with you on that matter. Now it so happens that Rochelle knows about a certain little private nook, but Matthew doesn't. I've also heard that Matt can be a little forceful where sex is concerned."

"And all these things you've heard add up to what?" asked a now curious Karen.

"I think that Rochelle is going to take Matt around to that little nook later and instead of yielding gracefully, she intends to tease him until he jumps her."

Karen was shocked. "You mean she's setting herself up to be raped?" she asked. "That's crazy. She could get hurt."

"The danger is what puts the spice in it for Rochelle. She's taking precautions by using the nook, knowing that if Matt turns violent, help is on hand. If, however, all he does is grab her and force fuck her then she gets her rough sex and can enjoy it."

"She's mad," stated Karen with conviction. "We should stop her."

Mike shook his head. "Her choice," he said. "However, if you're worried, we can wander over to our cave and view the action from there."

Karen looked at him, then laughed. "That's what you were leading up to all the time, wasn't it? But you're right. I would feel easier if we there to lend a hand if required. But keep your pants on. No screwing in the caves today."

"Thought never crossed my mind," said Mike. "The happy couple are wandering away, so why don't we start wandering off as well."

Arriving at their peephole within the cave system, Karen looked out. "Well, Matt doesn't waste any time," she whispered. "He already has her top of and is eating her tits and his hand is down the front of her bikini bottom. Just how rough does she want him to be?"

"Oh, dear, you're right," she said after a few minutes. "Whenever he looks like he's about to make a serious move she rolls away from him and sits up, or tidies her hair, or pulls up her bikini bottom again. He keeps sliding it down, but she's still wearing it. Rochelle doesn't seem to mind that he's naked with his cock sticking out to there, but every time he thinks he's got her naked, she slips something back on."

Karen kept an interested watch on the proceedings, giving Mike an update when something she considered interesting was happening.

Karen suddenly giggled. "Rochelle is terrible. She's doing everything but naked handstands on his cock. Poor Matt must be really feeling the pressure. He looks awfully frustrated."

After another few minutes, Mike suddenly saw Karen stiffen. "What's up?" he asked.

"Rochelle just rolled away from Matt, and reached for her bikini. She seems to be indicating that it's time to leave, and Matt isn't happy." She paused for a moment and then continued.

"Matt's grabbed her leg. Oh, wow. Matt's sitting on one leg holding Rochelle pinned to the ground on her side, while he's lifting her other leg straight up in the air. Rochelle is trying to wriggle, but he weighs too much. She's reaching down to try to cover her pussy with her hand. Good luck with that Rochelle.

Now Matt's pushing himself towards her and . . . bingo. We have a rape in progress. He's sticking it to her and Rochelle is now being rough fucked. I didn't hear her yell for help so I guess she's getting what she came for."

Mike moved closer to Karen to observe the action. "Unusual position," he said quietly. "Rochelle is not really in a position to reciprocate and all she can do is lie there and take what he dishes out."

"From the look on her face, what Matt's dishing out is a saucer of cream to a cat," said Karen. "She'll probably climax before Matt even knows she's ready. Do we stay and watch him ravish her, or do we wander away now?"

"Better stay for the finale," said Mike. "Just to make sure he doesn't get violent afterwards."

"He won't," said Karen. "I think he's already realised that he's been had, and he's taking it out on Rochelle's pussy. He certainly is giving her a stiff one, isn't he."

"Yes," choked Mike. "You might say that."

A short while later, when the external action seemed to be winding up Mike indicated that it was time to leave.

"Hold on," said Karen. "Matt is being very emphatic about something he's saying to Rochelle. I think he's displeased with her. Whoops. He is. Very displeased."

Karen continued to stare outside, trying to hide her giggles.

"What's happening?" asked Mike, moving back to look out. "Oh. Well Rochelle likes a bit of danger, but I bet she didn't think it would come in the form of a spanking. I suspect that Mike might be just the man for her."

Heading back towards the beach Karen broached a thought that had crossed her mind. "I'm surprised that you didn't try to imitate Matt while we were secluded in the caves," she said teasingly.

"I said I'd keep my pants on," Mike reminded her. "Besides, this afternoon I intend to coax you into visiting this little nook I know of. I want to be fresh for that."

Karen looked at him. "You expect me to visit that nook, knowing that some boys will be watching us? I don't think so."

"Don't you find it a little exciting to know that someone is watching while you're being slowly fucked. Knowing that they've all probably got erections and are wishing it was them, not me? Knowing that they can see you, but can't have you?" 

"Not going to happen. Forget it."

- - -

That afternoon, walking quietly along the beach with Karen, Mike listened to her complaining.

I cannot believe that I let you talk me into this," she moaned. "Boys will see me naked and having sex and I don't even know who they'll be. Anyone I meet could be one of them. Why did you insist, anyway?"

Mike, who hadn't mentioned the subject again after referring to it that morning, kept quiet. That afternoon, all he'd done was quietly suggest that they take a walk along the beach. The look of resolve on Karen's face had told him she'd decided to go along with his earlier suggestion.

After letting Karen vent for a few more feelings he gently suggested that they didn't have to go to the nook if she was so against it.

Karen was silent for a moment, and then asked him why he wanted to go there.

Mike paused while he ordered his thoughts then told her, "Mainly because I want to see you naked in the sun while I make love to you. The nook is handy for that. I also want to show off your amazing body. It makes me proud to know that you're my girl and that they can look but not touch.

Why are you letting me take you there? We can go elsewhere if you really want to."

Karen sighed. "I have to admit that it's kind of exciting knowing that people will see me naked when they don't know that I know they're there. I also like the idea of them watching you take me and wishing it was them. A number of the guys have hit on me, even though they know I'm with you." She smiled mischievously. "Let them catch a glimpse of what they're missing out on."

Finally reaching and turning into the little nook, Mike turned to Karen.

"Knowing that we probably have an audience, how do you want to start this? Take it slowly with a few kisses?"

"No way," laughed Karen. "If I'm going to put on a show, I'm going to put on a real show." Even as she spoke, she was shedding her bikini, and before Mike's startled eyes she spun in a circle, looking up and enjoying the sun on her naked body. Then she advanced on Mike, laughing at him as she reached down and pushed down his costume. Reaching down again she took Mike's cock in her hand, stroking it and encouraging it to swell, not that much encouragement was needed.

"Lie down and think of England, Mike," Karen told him, urging him towards the ground. 

Mike found himself lying there, while Karen quickly straddled his thighs, his erection pressed firmly against her labia, resting up against her slit.

"Just thinking of this on the way here and thinking of people watching has got me all excited," Karen told Mike. "It's your fault and you're going to have to bear the consequences."




On The Beach



Karen was rubbing herself against Mike's erection, enjoying the feel of it against her, knowing it would soon be in her. She didn't want to worry about foreplay and taking it slowly. She wanted him now.

Mike watched with interest as Karen raised herself and positioned her pussy carefully over his cock. Reaching down to spread her lips slightly she eased the heads of his cock between her lips and into position against her vaginal passage. Now she sank down onto him, letting him slowly fill her, giving a groan of relief when she had finally settled down, fully impaled on Mike's staff.

"OK. You can commence work now," she told Mike cheekily, a happy smile on her face.

"Hmm. I don't think so," said Mike.

"What?" Karen asked, surprised.

"You've made such an excellent start," said Mike, "that I think you should continue. You'll find if you just rock in place for a while, that will get you started. When you feel the time is right, you can start bouncing up and down."

Karen stared at him, shocked, but even more excited at the thought. She'd always been the passive one in sex, quite willing to go where directed and while enthusiastic she had never really taken the lead.

Mile looked up at Karen, seeing the startled look on her face turn into one of anticipation. It was obvious that she'd now completely forgotten any potential voyeurs and was enjoying the sex for its own sake. 

Karen leaned slowly forward until her nipples scraped lightly across Mike's chest, enjoying the feel of his penis dragging inside her as she bent forward. She brushed her breasts lightly back and forth across Mike's chest, stimulating her nipples, and then rose up to lean back against his legs, this time feeling his penis pushing deeper into her as she moved. 

Mike found himself in an invidious position. He had told Karen to take the lead and now he had to suffer the consequences as she experimented. Leaning backwards and forwards was fine, giving a nice smooth motion of cock within vagina, sending happy signals to both of them. Rocking from side to side was interesting, too. But what in the name of the seven hells was she trying to achieve by those little gyrations where he could swear she was spinning in circles on his cock. Did they serve any purpose except to drive him mad? He lay back and suffered in happy silence.

Karen experimented, determining what gave her pleasure and what appeared to give Mike pleasure. She almost laughed out loud seeing the way his eyes had opened after one of the little wriggles she'd tried. She tried it again, contented when she saw Mike wince slightly. However, all these little movements weren't enough. Fun, but not the excitement she wanted.

She leaned forward slightly and, resting her hands on Mike's chest, lifted her bottom up and away from his cock, feeling it sliding out of her, only to return as she dropped her bottom, driving her pussy firmly down on Mike's erection. That was better. Getting the hang of it she started moving swiftly up and down, giving Mike a workout and enjoying the sensations rapidly spreading out from her vagina.

Relieved that Karen had stopped experimenting and settled down to some earnest screwing Mike started thrusting up into her when she slid down his cock. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts, holding then and squeezing them in time to the pattern they were building up. 

Taking their time, Karen and Mike fell into a familiar rhythm, knowing each other and what to expect. Finally, knowing his climax was approaching and that Karen would also be ready, Mike rolled Karen over and under him, slamming down into her with half a dozen quick hard strokes causing her to climax and relieving himself at the same time.

Lying on top of her afterwards, Mike smiled down at her. "That was interesting," he said. "I'll have to let you experiment some more."

Karen smiled back at him. "That's a good idea. I think I'll buy a sex manual and see what it says about female dominant positions."

Mike groaned. "I've created a monster. Shall we break for a swim before heading back to the crowd?"

"You don't want to give me a spanking a la Rochelle, just to keep the boys entertained?" Karen asked. "Don't look like that. It's not going to happen," she added hurriedly, seeing his pensive look.

"We might try that in private sometime," Mike murmured.

"And we might not," retorted Karen, as they headed down to the water.



On The Beach



My boyfriend and I were holidaying in Normandy, France, and were visiting the beach for the day. A beautiful piece of coast line, it was a wonder it was so sparsely populated. To the north stretched a long line of dunes, tufted with a patchwork of tall, sea-strong grasses and other coastal flora. To the south, tall cliffs steeped down to a formation of slanting rocks that jutted and reached around the curve of the bay, making home to all manner of aquatic life in the many rock pools and crevices they gave situ. The sand was soft and golden, the sea a deep turquoise. Perhaps it was only the reputed strong tides, and unpredictable currents that stopped this from becoming a distasteful tourist hotspot, local and foreign alike, but for us it suited our purposes and provided all the enjoyment we needed for a day at the beach. 

My boyfriend had already been out body-surfing the large waves as the tide went out, and as it had now reached its nadir he was back upon the sands near the top of the beach by the rocks, lounging on his sun towel and browsing a book. I, who had had my turn relaxing, told him I was off to take a dip now the water was calmer, and rose to wander down the long sands to where the tide was out. I got up and took off my sunglasses, and sauntered away, fully conscious that he was watching me as I did so; he loves to watch me walk away, he tells me, as I have 'the most beautiful natural wiggle.' So as I paced away nonchalantly I made sure my hips swayed from side to side provocatively just as nature intended. After a few paces I turned and cast him a seductive look, dipping my chest down from the waste and jiggling my cleavage at him with a giggle. He smiled and went back to his book. I carried on to the sea.

I was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, deep, dark brown, open at the base of the back where the low-rise panty-section just about covered my pert derriere. The front slanted down in a narrow V to my navel, but was held together at the bosom by a thick gold ring, displaying my ample cleavage magnificently. When I got to the water the tide was beginning to turn, and the waves were just rising slightly as the sea started to make its way back up the beach. I swam luxuriously in the warm, late summer waters, a gentle breast-stroke so as not mess up my hair and make-up, letting the tide carry me slowly round the curve of the coastline and behind the scope of the rocks that trailed down from the cliffs towards the waters. 

Just as I was beginning to feel tired, and feeling like I ought to head back to the shore, a giant wave rose out of nowhere. It picked me up in its thunderous clutches and reeled me rolling and rattling uncontrollably in the heavy surf, to leave me crawling on all fours in the shallows and gasping for breath. My hair was pushed forward over my face, in my eyes salty seawater, and speckles of sand and seaweed besmirched my costume and figure variously. The straps of my swimsuit had been forced down about my elbows, and my two large tits had tumbled out into the elements and now dangled beneath me as I crawled and staggered out of the surf. My big nipples were hard and erect from the surface of the cold water, which they tickled as they swung beneath me. One half of the backside of my costume had ridden up into the cleft of my butt cheeks, revealing a single naughty buttock to the sun above, pink from being slapped hard by the water. 

As I stood and reoriented myself, I noticed I had come ashore not too distant from a group of three young men, who stood, obviously surprised at the sudden bounty the gods had brought them, and leering unselfconsciously; I must have looked like some disheveled Hellenic sea-strumpet, clambering out from the waters after the most rigorous pounding by Poseidon himself!

Well, not wanting to appear to lose all my dignity, instead of striving to cover myself in any kind of panic I simply ignored them and stretched my elbows upwards towards the heavens, arching my back and thrusting my big wet tits forwards to glisten in the sun. Closing my eyes, I swept the hair back from my face, then proceeded to disentangle a strand of seaweed that had wrapped itself around my midriff. 

When I looked up again, the three men had advanced and surrounded me. Of the two to my left and right, one was blonde with golden skin, I guessed of Dutch or Germananic origin, the other paler with fair brown hair, possibly French. The tallest and most dominant of the three had placed himself directly in front of me. He had tanned olive skin, a muscular stomach and lean body, and dark, short spiky hair. He looked at me expectantly with his deep brown eyes, and without a word dropped his swim shorts to the floor. His cock was long and thick, tanned the same colour as the rest of his skin, and his pubic hair short and neatly trimmed about his balls and shaft. 

Despite the potential hazard of the situation—being surrounded by three strapping and horny young men on a deserted bit of beach, totally obscured from the view of my boyfriend by the outcrop of rocks—I didn't flinch from his gaze but returned it directly. Something in the moment -- perhaps the brief flirtation I had enjoyed with my boyfriend before I embarked on my swim—had me feeling uncannily horny and suddenly ready to take on whatever the lust god could throw at me. 

Now, my boyfriend's penis is also of a generous stature, similar to the member now confronting me—I do like my men to be well endowed—so I just bit my lip coquettishly and tilted my head a fraction, undeterred by his confident display of manhood. He smiled faintly at my resolution, seeing I was not intimidated. Meanwhile, the gentlemen to my left and right reached out to me crudely. One slapped a hand lightly onto my exposed buttock and started pawing at it playfully, like a lion cub with stunned and smaller mammal, while the other grabbed for my d-cups, taking my right breast in his mitt and kneading it hungrily. I stood, unperturbed, enjoying my subjection to this unbridled display of degenerate young lust, and continued to fix the Latin gentleman before me with a defiant half-smile. He then put his two strong hands on my shoulders and firmly, but not violently, began to push me down to my knees until his slowly bulging member was directly level with my face.

The other two also dropped their shorts, and their two erections soon sprang up about my face, nudging my cheeks and temples like eager puppies. I paid them no heed, however, and continued to stare, entranced, at the long tanned penis in front of me. Raising my two hands to the side of it, I gently stroked the tips of my fingers down its full length, drawing it towards my mouth. Still growing, I took it in my warm, wet mouth and lapped my fat tongue up the base of the bell-end greedily, covering it in spittle. After coaxing him to full capacity, I sucked away more rigorously, bobbing my head up and down the length of his shaft and murmuring appreciatively, really enjoying the perverse sensation of having my face stuffed with a stranger's giant cock while my boyfriend relaxed unknowingly on the beach only a hundred or so meters away. And as I sucked and slurped noisily, my vocal appreciation slowly morphing into exaggerated yelps and murmurs, I reached up to the two cocks on either side of me and started wanking them lovingly. 

Then I began to administer them each in turn with my hungry mouth, turning from one to the other in quick succession, licking and swallowing at the three swollen bell-ends gluttonously, as if I simply couldn't swallow them fast enough, while still wanking away at the other two, and gazing up at all three sets of eyes who stared approvingly down, smirking confidently, unable to believe their good luck.

Next, still sucking away at the dark haired man and the blonde, I pulled the brunette bloke's penis downwards and guided him to lie beneath me. Then, with my rear end facing towards him, I lowered myself down onto his great, bulging penis, and started riding him vigorously. My big tits bounced and jigged as I bobbed up and down on his long thick pole, and I giggled uproariously, gripping and tugging at the two penises in front of me wildly. Soon, I felt the thighs beneath me begin to tense and spasm slightly, so I dismounted him quickly, seating myself on his stomach and clutching his penis to the soft moist fur of my pussy and bouncing up and down against it gently. As he came, I laughed with outright abandon, staring up at the other two as the hot jets of semen arced upwards onto my belly and over my fingers and hands. When he had finished, and his penis began to limp downwards, I took my two sets of sticky fingers and circled them over my breasts and nipples, squeezing and massaging his hot spunk onto the tanned and glistening skin of my big tits.

Still grinning (somewhat demonically perhaps), a wild passion glinting in my large green eyes, I shifted round on the prostrate body beneath me, kneeling above him on all fours so my cum-covered tits dangled tantalisingly just above his face. Then, looking backwards over my shoulder, I reached round and pulled the blonde guy down by his cock to a kneeling position behind me, and shunted it towards my anus. He took his cue obediently, the faintest touch of nerves animating his body, but mustering himself to tense his muscular golden thighs and slowly inch his fat penis deep into my back passage. The sensation was intense, and despite the slight pain—I only very rarely let my boyfriend indulge in such practice—once the g-spot deep inside has been activated there really is nothing like it; the pleasure is immense. As he started pounding me, slowly at first because of the tightness, I could feel his aching cock pulsing ecstatically against my sphincter, and felt his two hands grip my rump and start pushing and pulling me forcefully into him and away from him, in and out, in and out, fucking my arse like a professional. 

Now the Latin fellow came back around in front of me, and between my gasps and squeals of pain and pleasure, I looked up at him and opened my mouth invitingly, licking my pouting red lips. He responded accordingly, shoving his own big cock back into my mouth and taking the sides of my head in his strong hands, grasping bunches of hair between his fingers, and began fucking my face forcefully. I withstood his motions, choking back the initial reaction to gag, before deep-throating like a porn star. 

Meanwhile the brunette beneath me had woken back into life, and was now mauling my two tits with his big clumsy hands and sucking greedily away at my cum-covered nipples—either he had forgotten, or he didn't care, or perhaps it turned him on to think how those two very nipples were generously smeared in his own juices. Either way, he sucked and slurped at them lustrously, while at the same time his now erect penis rose again up towards my sopping wet quim, poking at it impatiently, until I descended generously upon it.

Now I was pinioned between these three young studs, sitting astride the prostrate body of one of them while he fucked my pussy from below, as he leaned up from the waste to paw and grasp at my heaving bosom with his hands and mouth, while another knelt behind me and DP'd me, plunging his big fat cock in and out of my arse with gusto, and spanking my buttocks periodically, at the same time as the third stood before me, his two hands ruffling and tugging the hair at the sides of my head as he filled my mouth with his own hot penis. 

Anyone watching from the cliff above could have spied us - I even thought I caught a glimpse of a middle-aged couple in bright coloured windbreakers, staring in appalled disbelief at the depravity below. But I didn't care. In that moment I was completely abandoned to the debauched and royal stuffing I was receiving, like some decadent medieval queen being engorged by her servants. Each time I arched my back and motioned my hips downwards, I dropped my groin onto the hard cock in my pussy, which I then gripped tightly with the inner muscles of my vagina. Then, as I thrust back up away from it, enjoying each ridge and pulsing vain as it slipped out from my tight, wet cunt, I would feel my anus filling up deliciously with an equally large member, positively burning into me as it pounded against my g-spot. And as I bucked backwards and forwards from the two-way pistons penetrating my midriff, in and out of my mouth rammed a third gigantic penis, dipping deep down into my throat and over my tongue, while I slurped and licked at it furiously. 

Now, I can't recall ever being so uncontrollably aroused, or acting with such licentious abandon. I had certainly never been with more than one man at once before, let alone two. But just as the full consciousness of my situation began to dawn on me I felt my climax arriving, the orgasm taking me powerfully by the whole body, gripping me in its own tidal wave of enjoyment and sending a deep, involuntary shudder throughout my frame. At precisely the same time, I felt the cock in my pussy explode in a second orgasm, firing hot jism powerfully up inside me, which then squelched back round the thick shaft of his member and began oozing down out of my pussy lips. Almost simultaneously, I felt the cock in my rear slip out accidentally, and just as it did so shoot its payload directly onto my anus and up my bum crack, and over my exposed buttocks, the crotch of my swimming costume having been stretched crudely to the side. Finally, just at that same moment, as the two men finished their ejaculating, the latino in my mouth jerked outwards and sent a thick jet of spunk straight over my lips and face, followed by a second spurt which fell upon my chin and down my neck, and trailed across one of my breasts and nipple. All four of us then sighed and heaved heavily in the body, subsiding our exertions and collapsing upon the sand in a tangled and sweaty heap.

After a moment's respite, we decoupled ourselves and rose, studying each other appreciatively. They admired my disheveled appearance and cum-splattered body. My swimming costume, still runched crudely sideways over one buttock, exposed my spunk-wet pussy, while the thick semen drooled down the cleft of my arse and dripped onto my inner thighs and down the backs of my legs. My shoulder straps were still twisted and stretched slovenly about my elbows, and my big wet tits now glistened from both the salt-water and sweat, as well as the cum I had rubbed over them, while a thick line of pearly-white semen streaked diagonally upwards across one breast and over a nipple, and up my throat to my chin and lips, even some way across my cheek. 

I smiled at them cheekily, licking my lips and giving the dark-haired chap a final squeeze of the genitals before strutting off from whence I came, slipping into the sea once more to swim back round the bay. I could feel their eyes upon me as I slid gracefully back into the water (far opposed to the way I had come out of it!), and swam back ably around the cove.

Once I judged the semen had adequately washed itself from my body, and I had righted my costume beneath the water, I emerged, glistening and refreshed from the waves to wander back up the beach to my boyfriend. I could tell he had watched me appreciatively as I had risen, my full, firm figure cutting quite a spectacle amongst the other sparse populants of the beach, whom were mostly older and middle aged. I smiled provocatively as I approached him on his beach towel, still with the book lolling lazily in his hands, and stretched and pushed my hair back in the sun before him. 

Behind us, an older couple, just arriving on the beach, were removing their windbreakers and casting disapproving frowns in my direction. I laid back on my elbows and sighed contentedly. The towel beneath me was deliciously warm from the sun.

'Nice swim sweetheart? You were gone a long time.' He inquired. 

I breathed, a deep contented sigh, and laid down on my back with my eyes closed. I could feel my arse and pussy tingling from the heavy fucking I had just received, and in my mouth the memory of the giant cock I had sucked still burned. 

'Yes dear, very invigorating,' I replied happily, thinking then and there what a good fucking I was going to give him that very evening by way of silent apology and appreciation, to make it up to him for missing all the fun, and also because the intensely erotic experience I had just endured, while fully sating me, had in a way also only stimulated me further. I felt I could go again right now, in fact, and I leaned over and kissed my boyfriend passionately on the lips, allowing his tongue to dart briefly into my mouth.

'I Swam all the way round the bay and back again,' I said, in explanation for the extended time I had been gone. He just smiled and went back to his book, pushing his shades up on his nose a little. 

'Yes, I can taste the salt in your mouth,' He stated, 'You must have swallowed some water.' I just murmured vaguely, reclining back down with a smile to relax again in the hot holiday sun.



On the Beach



My knees dug into the sand. The heels of my hands.

My new-found lover was grasping my skinny hips and slamming my sun-tanned buttocks against his abdomen.

"Oh," I cried. "OH!"

Each thrust seemed to go deeper. I could feel it midway through my body, I thought. I swore I could also feel it at the back of my throat! As if I were still on my knees sucking his beautiful, circumcised cock on the beach!

Since he was stranger I knew I should have made him wear a condom—which I had plenty of in my backpack. But it was too late for that. We were too far gone. We were both caught up in the insane pleasure of the moment. His bare cock was up my ass. We were helpless.

I was aware, vaguely, of others on the beach who'd joined us in the private sandy patch between mangroves. The voyeurs. They stood over us, largely silent, stroking their meat. I couldn't see them, aside from their curled toes in the sand, but I could sense their presence. God, my lover's cock was thick! I wiped drool from my mouth. Fell forward, like a camel in the desert, onto my elbows. OH!

Someone else cried out. Sperm began raining down on my oiled back. Great globs of it, like pelting rain preceding a summer storm. At first, irrationally, I thought it was my lover, but he was still thick and deep inside me. Pumping me. This was coming from above. "Oh!" one of the other voyeurs cried. Now another wave of sperm was raining down.

"Jesus, guys," my lover called out, his sex-rhythm broken. "It's getting all over!"

A second guy's sperm was splattering my oiled back and rolling down to my sides, tickling them as it dripped to the sand. Loving cum, I wished I could lick it, taste it. Drink it.

A third voyeur dropped to his knees in front of me. He was grasping his long cock by its hairy base. The position was awkward but I managed to wrap my lips around his head. He didn't want a blowjob; he wanted to jack off in my mouth.

Breathing frantically through my nose I welcomed it. I'd never received oral at the same time I was being fucked. It was like a porn film!

He came quickly. These voyeurs—my lover might fuck me raw this morning but these other guys were all quick cummers. I swallowed. And swallowed. I loved it. A guy jacking off in your mouth was always superior to giving head. There was no saliva to dilute the taste. Just pure salty-sweet human semen. Taste it, swallow it. Enjoy it. Like a glass of fine wine...

Voyeur number 3, spent, left the scene. It was back to being fucked.

"I can't even feel you anymore," my lover said.

"What...do you mean?" the fresh taste of semen still in my mouth.

"Your hole was tight. Now..."

Complain all he wanted but his scream could probably be heard 300 meters down the beach. He was slamming it home. His orgasm cries numbered three, four, five...eight? I lost count.

Our bodies parted for the first time in, what, twenty minutes? It had been wonderful, mind-blowing. And to think I'd never seen him before I ventured onto the gay beach this morning in my Speedo (actually a pair of black women's microfiber panties)..

"Oh!" he concluded, giving my ass a hard slap.

"Thank you," I said.

"Thank you."

My hole was dilated from the long fuck. I could feel the humid beach air entering it. When I got to my feet my impromptu lover's semen oozed from it down my balls to the sand, and ran down the inside of my left thigh. He was a big-cummer all right, as promised.

I gathered up my panty and backpack and headed down to the beach. I waded into the gulf water and swam out a hundred meters or more. I'd just had anal sex with a wonderful lover, given oral to another and had two guys shoot their loads on my back. What a fabulous morning! How...unexpected! I needed a bath!

I frolicked. I swam. I...porpoised in the waves.

Something broke the surface behind my back. Something big. I froze. Looked around. What was it? My first instinct—Shark!—was to frantically thrash in to shore. But I was a good two hundred meters out now. I was swimming nude. Guys—more voyeurs—were watching me from the shore. One of them was waving, frantically

Oh, god, I thought. A shark. I was in, probably, twelve feet of water. It would rip me to shreds. Legs. Then my abdomen. Then...

Something else broke the surface. I turned. It was gone.

It was at this point I broke every rule of shark survival. I swam inland as fast and frantically as I could. Funny thing about panic. It quickly reduces your stamina down to near zero. By the time I reached standing ground—five feet of water—I was spent. Had nothing left. My knees buckled. I swallowed sea water. Choked. Come and get me! I looked west and stared, panting. Exhausted. Fifty meters away a fin broke surface. Then another. They were curved. Rounded at the tip. They were dolphins. Dolphins! God bless you! I was safe!

On shaky, shaved legs I gathered up my gear and headed for the mangroves, as bystanders watched. Pulling on my panties, shorts, shirt and beach shoes, I unlocked my bike and guided it out through the sand to the two-lane road that led to civilization. My hands were still shaking.

About a half mile down the road to the causeway a car—a Cadillac—pulled up along side me. The passenger's window slid down. The driver, a dark-haired guy in his forties I recognized from the beach, from the voyeurs, said nothing.

"Hi there," I finally said, trying to keep my bike's skinny tires on the road.

"You want to fuck?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, though still shaken by the false shark. "But I'm a bottom."

"I saw that. I'm a top. I have a really nice condo about a half mile from here. Want to go there with me and have a drink with me?"

"Sure!" I replied.

"Follow me. I'll go slow."

"Yessir."

I shifted into third gear. This was great! I'd already been fucked once this morning. Plus cum on by two other guys. And sucked another—or swallowed him, at least. Now a fifth guy wanted to fuck my hole! This was unbelievable! The greatest day of my life!

If only I could shake, as I pedaled along, the fantasy image of a tiger shark coming at me under water—



On the Beach



I mean no disrespect to the novel of the same title. It's a great book. There's no apocalypse in this story. All the characters are 18 or older. It started as a story about nudity and slipped away from me into a story of voyeurism and exhibitionism. There are family members involved but they do not have sex with each other, though there are clearly incestuous overtones. I hope you'll continue reading but if straight up incest is all that does the trick for you I suggest you try some of my other tales. 

Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing help.

Enjoy. Vote. Comment.

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I tightened my abs, getting off on seeing the hard muscles. I'm not a narcissist, well not a total narcissist, anyhow. Those abs had taken a lot of effort and a lot of hours. I love watching them tighten when I cum. That was something I hoped to be doing soon. It was hot and my skin was damp with sweat. I had been lying in the sun, drying off after a dip in the pool. I was alone, everyone else had left to play miniature golf. I was willing, at twenty-two and the recent recipient of all the rights and responsibilities entitled the bearer of a bachelor's degree in communications and mass media, to tag along on the family vacation - especially one I didn't have to pay for that included a pool, a beach, plenty of sun, and plenty of beer - but I had my limits. I was not playing miniature golf with my sister, my brother, his work bud, and our parents. That would be way too fucking lame. 

I held the crunch, rubbing my hands over my belly, loving the ridges of muscle. I let my hands drift down to the top of my trunks. I shaded my eyes with one hand and scanned the area around the pool and the deck above me. I tried to peer into the darkness of the walkout basement behind me. I would have heard the car pull in. I would have heard the inevitable noise of my family bulling their way out of the van. No, I was alone. I lay back on the lounge chair, untied my trunks and slipped one hand inside.

We were only two days into a two-week stay and I had discovered a major flaw in my vacation plans. No chicks. After a two-year college relationship had fizzled to a disturbingly dull and unemotional close, I had avoid more than the occasional hook-up. Hook-ups weren't that hard, even if you didn't spend hours on your abs. If nothing else, college had taught me that chicks like to fuck as much as any dude. True, they tended to get clingy a little quicker than a dude but that didn't mean they didn't like to fuck.

I had been too busy with finals and hitting the job fairs to have any time to hang out in clubs or bars. Other than Rosy Palm and her five sisters, I was in the middle of one of the longest dry spells since matriculating to one of our state's finer institutions of higher learning, binge drinking, and sex. The relative lack of girls on this stretch of beach was only one aspect of the problem. The other problem being that I was back in the loving arms of my family, the smothering loving arms of my family, the always on top of me loving arms of my family, the Jesus fucking Christ I can't get enough privacy to jerk off loving arms of my family. You'd think my brother would understand. Fuck, you'd think my dad would understand. He wasn't that old. 

This had more to do with my staying behind than my disdain for miniature golf. The fact that my sister routinely humiliated me at miniature golf was also factor. She had wanted to be a doctor since she was, I don't know, eight months old, but her true vocation was putt-putt golf. She should go pro and skip the drudgery of college and med school. You'd think our parents were Catholics the way they had squirted out the three of us. I was the oldest and based on the fact I appeared to have been a 7 pound 6 ounce, two month 'pre-term' infant and that my parents got married in college when dad was twenty and mom was nineteen made me vaguely suspicious that I was, just guessing here mind you, a what-the-fuck-you-mean-you're-pregnant baby. 

Despite the odds, it had worked. My parents were clearly, and embarrassingly at times, in love. They both finished college. Mom stopping to have my brother, Bill, when I was barely a year and a half old while she was a junior and then, in what they admitted was a WTF, my sister just a year later. My mom was barely twenty-three and my dad still shy of twenty-five when their family was complete. Mom let dad off the hook and underwent the snip-snip operation herself. It was cool growing up having such young parents, at least at first. In high school, Bill and I quickly grew tired of all the MILF comments from our friends. We were so close in age that we shared a lot of the same friends, at least until I left for college and Bill, being wiser and probably smarter than I, had decided to forgo college. He went to the local vo-tech, got his contractor's license and, more importantly, learned to weld. He was out of the house, stashing away savings and already making nearly as much money as mom did teaching fifth grade. He had brought a buddy from work, Jim, with him. Neither of them would reach twenty-one until the end of the summer, which was why they hung out in the fucking beach house playing video games instead of getting out of my hair and hitting the bars. 

After they had piled into the Odyssey and left for Pirate Cove and its kitschy 'argh matey' themed putting challenges, I had grabbed a towel and jumped into the pool. I didn't want to fuck with the sand and the prickly dune weeds. It was easier to stay by the pool. I had climbed out, stuck my head back inside the house and hollered, making sure Jill or mom hadn't returned looking for their sun screen or favorite hat or some shit. Satisfied, I returned to the pool deck and stretched out on one of the lounge chairs. 

I stroked my lengthening cock beneath my trunks for a few minutes before deciding to play it a little safer. I pulled the chair back far enough so that if they came home earlier than expected, the first thing they saw stepping out onto the upper deck wouldn't be me jerking off. I straightened out the towel, dropped my trunks, and stretched out. One hand stroked my cock, the other stroked the belly I had worked so hard for. I wasn't in a hurry. I was horny but I was also enjoying the feel of the sun on my body. I rose up on one elbow and admired my cock. I love my cock. If that makes me a dick, well sorry. I had started shaving my body, everything, pits included. Bill, my brother, gave me shit about it. He was my size but a hairy fucker. I liked shaving my body. I liked it when my girlfriend shaved me even better but that was a thing of the past. Shaving made it easier to see the definition I had been focusing on, plus it made my cock look bigger. It was a nice size anyway, a little bigger than average, which means it was a little under seven inches. Of course I've measured it. Every dude that isn't a quadriplegic has measured his cock. The only difference was, I don't lie about what the ruler said. If I pushed the ruler deep enough into my pubis to fucking hurt I could call it an even seven. Yes, that is above average. The average cock is not ten inches or a foot or anywhere close. My parents, thank God, had told the doc to leave my dick alone. I got plenty of stares as a kid, still do, but I like the fact my cock is uncut.

The sun was hot but I wasn't worried about burning. I inherited mom's Italian genes. I tanned easily. My skin was the color of dark roast coffee with a little cream added. My cock was darker, my balls darker still. I had no tan lines.

There's an unofficial clothing optional beach near my college. I had been reluctant at first. Our household was not particularly uptight but we didn't run around flashing each other. We were five people in a small ranch house built in the fifties. There was only one bathroom. We saw each other, that's just the way it was. Bill and I used to torment Jill by waiting until she was in the shower to come in to take a leak. It was probably the fact we always farted while we took a piss that irritated her more than anything. Deliberately dropping trou is a totally different vibe than accidentally opening the door on your dad.

It didn't take long before I was hooked. The feeling I enjoyed the most was that of the sun and breeze drying your body. The one thing I missed since starting to shave my body was the feeling of water drops, trapped around a hair, drying, shrinking, and tickling as it evaporated. A puff of wind would cause a ripple of goose bumps, its cool touch quickly giving way to the heat of the sun. Ninety-two million miles away and its light felt hot. It could burn you. The fact boggled my mind. When you got too hot, there was the lake. The beach was sandy and free of stones. Unless it was crowded, you could run and dive into the water so fast you were surfacing before your skin realized the water was cold. 

Floating nude in the water was a smorgasbord of sensations - the sun on the parts of your body out of the water, the cool kiss of the lake on the parts below the water, the lap of a wave touching sun warmed skin, the breeze, the way slightly larger waves would roll your cock from one side to the other - all of it happening in random patterns, over and over. It was a celebration of being alive in a world, which while it was totally fucked up, could still amaze you, if only you let it.

Enjoying the world with your skin was, for me at least, like meditation or going to church. It was not erotic. In fact, openly erotic behavior would lead to being shunned. The beach was cherished, none of the regulars, and there were quite a few of us, would risk letting it be degraded into a random hook-up spot. 

But I wasn't at the beach today. I was beside a pool, behind a rental house, enjoying my first bit of privacy since I graduated. I was happy to mentally thank Nature or God or whatever for the glorious day, but my primary objective was to stroke one out. I was fucking horny, hornier than I had been for months. Long before the sun had dried my body, my cock was standing off my belly. 

I repeated an instinctual glance back at the house and settled in. Most of the time the only lube I need is my own spit but sometimes, like now, I wanted a more intense sensation. On such an occasion I recommend any number of fragrance-free moisturizing hand or body lotions. Pump action bottles are more convenient, no need to open and close caps. 

I squirted two pumps into the palm of my right hand and spread it over my cock. The cool lotion on my warm cock made me shiver. I stroked myself a few times then paused to squirt some lotion in my left hand. I began to stroke my cock, hand over hand. One hand would be sliding over the crown, tugging at my foreskin, as the other began to glide up from the base, over and over. I put the soles of my feet together and let my knees fall open, allowing the stroking to jostle my balls, yet another sensation to rattle my brain. 

It didn't take long. My hips began to buck, the lounge chair started to skitter across the concrete deck and cum began to fling itself from my cock. The first few streamers landed in my hair (I didn't shave my head), on my cheek, and on my shoulder. My eruption walked itself home, lacing my chest and my belly, finally pooling around the fingers that squeezed my foreskin tightly over the crown of my cock. 

I collapsed back onto the lounge chair, reminding myself to make sure there was no jizz on the chair or on the deck and to not fucking fall asleep. I wasn't too worried about my parents but my sibs and Jim were a totally different matter. If they caught me sleeping naked with liquefying jizz running down my sides I would never fucking escape the shit they'd heave at me. 

I reminded myself that this was the moment I was most likely to get busted. Every male from adolescence on knows that if someone is going to walk in on you, it'll be just after you jizzed all over yourself. I stood up, saw several trails of white on the chair and beneath it. I pick up the large Big Gulp cup that was so old and so faded you could barely make out the 7-11 logo anymore and splashed water over the evidence. I intended to rid my body of the evidence by taking another dip in the pool. It was as I turned toward the pool that I discovered I wasn't as alone as I had thought.

I'm old enough to understand that the best course upon fearing you've been busted is to not react. If you don't react there's a chance the person might not realize you've seen them. Being able to pretend you hadn't just gotten busted was almost as good as not getting busted in the first place. Besides, being able to pretend you hadn't gotten busted was about all you could hope to salvage from some situations. Jerking off beside the pool under the watchful eye of your neighbor was one of those situations. Understanding what to do in situations such as the one I found myself in is a necessary but not sufficient condition for dealing with it well.

James Bond or Jason Bourne would have completed their casual turn and strolled leisurely toward the pool, stopping to gaze at the flawless blue sky before executing a splash free entry into the pool. Whereupon they would glide underwater the length of the pool, a wide angle shot capturing the watery distortions of their perfect bodies. They would exit the pool, delts and pecs bulging as they hoisted their bodies out of the water. Wet hair would be pushed back from their faces with arms thrown wide, backs arched, heads tilted skyward, and eyes closed. The joy of basking in the sun would pale in comparison to the joy of basking in the approving gazes of their adoring fans.

Me? Not so much. I jumped like I'd been stabbed in the ass with a fork. I'm pretty sure I didn't squeal. I took a short stumbling run for the pool and entered the water in more of a belly flopping fashion than a lithe head-tucked-arrow-like fashion. The idea of staying at the bottom until my lungs filled with chlorinated and now semenated (Semenated not at word? Fuck you, malleability is the lifeblood of the English language) pool water was more a passing fancy than a seriously pondered option. I did stay down as long as I could. I let the air bubble out of my lungs. You can stay down a few seconds longer doing that. On the downside, you surface gasping for air, which isn't a very effective means of not drawing attention to yourself. 

When I blinked the water out of my eyes, she was still standing on the upper deck of the house next door. She looked worried, then bemused before she turned and walked inside. 

I let my head hang down between my arms and told myself it was no big deal. In another twelve days I'd never see the woman again in my life. I was hoisting myself out of the water when my brother and Jim walked out onto the deck. Behind them, in the dark inside the house, I could see Jill as well. Before I could make up my mind whether to slip back into the pool and ask Bill to toss me my trunks or make a run for them, Jim jerked his tee shirt off, shucked his shorts and skipped over the scorching cement to dive into the pool. He surfaced with a shake of his head.

"Bout time someone figure out what the hell a pool is for," he offered and slowly then did a head out of the water breaststroke to the far end. I looked back at Bill. He shrugged, stripped and joined us. I admit I was a little surprised but like I said, I knew for most people nudity was not about sex. So, I shrugged myself and dipped my head backward into the water to get it off my face. I rubbed the water out of my eyes and saw that Jill was standing by the side of the pool.

"Hey, kiddo. You slaughter everyone as usual?" I asked in as conversational tone as I could manage. It wasn't that difficult. All she could see was my chest and she had seen that plenty of times.

She hated when I called her kiddo but she refrained from pointing out that she had turned eighteen weeks ago and since I was only three and a half years older than her it was pretty fucking presumptuous of me to call her that. Instead, she grinned. Her grin gave me the answer. I turned to my brother and Jim.

"You two didn't bet her, did you?"

Bill snorted laughter, "I didn't. Bonehead wouldn't listen, though."

I shook my head at Jim, who was grimacing. 

"How much she take you for, dude?"

"Twenty bucks," he said with a scowl. Bill splashed him in the face.

"Bullshit," he crowed. "Twenty bucks is what he lost on the game. He bet her an extra five for every hole she beat him."

"How many holes did she win?"

"Fucking all of them," Bill cried, splashing his friend whose scowl had been replaced by a rueful grin of respect aimed at my sister. 

"Holy shit, dude. You lost another 90 bucks? You mean you drop a bill ten on putt-putt?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Quit whining," Jill's voice floated down from above us. "I told him I'd buy him dinner and a beer at the Shack."

"You aren't old enough to buy beer, kiddo," I reminded her. 

"Quit calling me that. I can't order it but I can add the cash to the check, butthead." 

"Sorry, kiddo but he's not old enough to drink. You're still fucked." I waited a second. "Kiddo."

She slipped her sandals off. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head and then slipped her shorts off. No biggie, she had her bikini on underneath. Looking back now, I don't believe she hesitated even a moment. She reached behind her back and her bikini top slid off her arms. She hooked her thumbs under the top of her bikini bottoms and pushed them over her hips. They fell to the ground and she stepped out of them. I tried not to stare. It wasn't the first time I had caught a glimpse of Jill naked but she had been younger then and those glimpses were just that, glimpses snatched as she screamed and lunged for a towel. This was not a glimpse. She stood, unselfconsciously, nude. At some point while I was away and not paying attention she had turned into a babe. She had nice breasts. The white patches covered by her bikini top made her nipples look as dark as her tanned skin. I noticed she had only a small trapezoid patch of hair left above her pussy before I caught myself and looked away. 

Bill was looking at the water. Jim was looking at my sister. The rueful smile had been replaced by a more thoughtful look. I glanced back at my sister. By some alchemy of sun and water, the rueful smile had been transferred from Jim's face to hers. It was too much to process all at once. I turned and rested my back against the tiled wall of the pool. Forgoing a dive she walked into the pool using the steps, trailing her hand. I thought she was a bit too obviously trying to imitate a Hollywood starlet with the slow walk, exaggerated sway of her hips, and dainty hand trailing over the stair railing. Jim, however, did not appear to mind the affectations, quite the opposite. Nudity among family members was almost never erotic but, I reminded myself, Jim was not family. She ducked beneath the water, swam to the other end, surfaced, and did that low gravity pool hop back to where the three of us stood. I tried very hard not to notice the way her breasts bobbed when she did that. The three of us dudes were suddenly very quiet. 

She rolled her eyes and splashed us. "Get over it, morons," she snapped and splashed us again. 

That was all it took. Arms started flailing and water began to fly. Alliances formed only to quickly fall by the wayside. Jill and I would gang up on Bill and Jim would join us. The bonds of blood would awake and the three of us would target Jim. The bonds of bro-hood would call and the three of us would practically drown Jill in wave after wave of water.

"Are you all naked?"

A mother's voice does not need to be very loud, somehow it cuts through the even the loudest of laughs, screams and splashing water. 




On the Beach



I was surprised when Jill answered. "Yeah, what's the big deal? Join us."

Mom's jaw dropped. Dad came out to see what was going on. His jaw didn't drop but he was awfully quiet, not always a good sign.

"What?" mom managed to squeak. 

"Join us. It's not like you and daddy don't skinny dip sometimes."

"How..." mom started to ask then closed her mouth. "That's different. Your father and I are married."

"Oh please," Jill retorted and swam toward the other end of the pool as if the argument was already settled. 

Inspired by my sister's gumption, I took a gamble. My parents had gone to the same university as I had. 

"You guy's never went to Hayward beach when you were at ESU?"

The way mom jumped and they both darted looks at each other answered my question. It was easy enough to see that I came by my spaz genes naturally. 

I smiled. "So you know how great the sun and water feel. We're swimming and having a good time. It's not an orgy."

"Have you done this before, Mark?" my dad asked calmly enough.

"Together like this? No. I do hang out at Hayward when I'm at school and I can but not when Bill or Jill have been visiting. I love it." It finally soaked in I would not be going back to school. That part of my life was over. "I'm going to miss it."

My brother shrugged. "Same here, pop, not around Jill or Mark, but sure, I've gone skinny dipping."

Being our guest, Jim realized he was not required to answer.

Jill settled for a giggle. "I guess I'm the virgin here."

That drew a very long look from our dad. Jill blushed, realizing what she'd said. 

"I don't know," mom said, shaking her head. "I guess it's okay but give me some time to get my head wrapped around the idea." She turned and went inside the house. Dad looked out over the fence toward the ocean. He glanced to the right. The beach cut back into a shallow inlet on that side. There were no houses to the right. He glanced to the left. I followed his gaze and my throat closed up. The woman I'd seen earlier was standing on the upper deck again. 

Dad shaded his eyes, much as I had done earlier. 

"Howdy, Muriel. How you been?"

"Fine as frog's hair, Ben and I'll be better after I get around to mixing some martinis. You and Meg come on over in a bit."

"We'll do that, Muriel. Thanks for the invite." He jerked a thumb towards the pool. "Muriel, you okay with a bunch of nudist using your pool?"

"Hell, Ben I might join 'em. Course not. Momma tried to raise me Baptist but it didn't stick. All I ask is to keep it down after midnight. I'm getting to be an old woman. I need my beauty sleep." She turned to leave. "Come on over in an hour or so, bring your better half, honey."

Dad chuckled. "Will do, Muriel."

"You know her?" I asked after I heard her slide the patio door closed.

"Muriel? Of course. Who you think we rent this house from?"

I shrugged. I never considered that before.

"Muriel is a sweetheart but she's a goddamn trip, too," Dad continued. "She's your mom's and my age. She married some old fart and by all accounts took good care of him. When he kicked he left her a dozen or so houses from Duck all the way down to Hilton Head. She could live off that but Muriel is one helluva smart woman. I wouldn't be surprised if she's not doubled what the old man was worth by now. Still, she's the salt of the earth as your grandmother would say. If there's a stuck up bone in her body I've yet to see it. She pays the folks that clean and maintain these house a decent wage, no cash under the table illegals for her, and she helps them with health insurance." He turned toward the house, chuckled, and added, "Besides she makes one helluva good martini."

Once more left alone in the pool, I made a feeble disinterested attempt to start the water fight up again. No one responded, which was fine with me. We ended up resting our arms atop the pool and letting our legs float out in front of us, Jill and I on one side, Bill and Jim on the other. Jill was the first to break the silence. 

"Mark, what's this beach you were talking about?"

Jill would be going to ESU in the fall. 

"It's on Cross Lake, about a half mile hike through the woods. There's a trail on the east end of the public beach. It is an unofficial clothing optional beach. There's as many locals as University types. It's a nice, quiet, low-key place to chill. The cops don't hassle anyone. It's a live and let live kind of place."

"Sounds cool. How come you never took Bill or me when we visited? Is it a meet-up spot?"

"You mean a hook-up spot? Not even close. It was very G-rated." I shrugged. "I never thought of taking you guys to be honest. It would have seemed weird, although there were whole families there sometimes but usually young parents with little kids, toddlers, you know. Wouldn't you have felt weird if I had offered to take you there?"

"Maybe," she agreed. She left the side of the pool. "I'm going down to the beach. Anyone want to come?" she asked as she climbed the steps out of the pool. 

"I'll go," Jim offered, surging away from the wall like he might lose her if he didn't keep up. Bill smirked at me as his friend climbed out of the pool. They pulled on their suits and slipped out the gate in the back fence, heads tilted toward one another, talking too softly to be heard.

"Jim an okay guy?"

Bill nodded. "Absoposimatively," he intoned, sounding like he was ten years old. "He's a solid guy. He doesn't drink too much, doesn't get high too often, doesn't get pissed too often, and when he does he walks away." My brother laughed. "Mom pointed out to me I'd latched on to the person most like you at work."

"Huh?" I felt my face grow warm. 

Bill splashed me. "You heard me dipshit. Jim's alright. Mom and dad like him. Jill could do way way worse."

"You hungry?"

Bill nodded.

"Me too. Come on," I told him as I turned around and hoisted myself out of the pool. We dried off. I picked up my stuff after I dressed. When I picked up the bottle of lotion Bill arched his eyebrows and smirked. I shrugged and went inside.

-----

The four of us were playing Mario Kart when mom and dad got back from Muriel's. They were pretty tipsy. I guess she does make a mean martini. 

"You're all on your own for supper, kiddos," mom slurred, sashaying across the game room. The lower level was a game room/bar. She opened the patio door and to my immense surprise and a little bit of embarrassment, she slipped her sundress off, followed by her panties and bra and jumped into the pool. All I saw was her butt but that was enough. Bill and I fixed our gaze on the screen. Jill was grinning. Fucking Jim was staring, eyes agog. Dad walked behind us. He paused at the door.

"It appears your mother has had time, and enough gin, to wrap her head around the idea," he drawled. "However, tonight is not family swim night. Y'all go upstairs and watch TV." He turned, paused and added, "and stay off the back deck." He didn't seem all that tipsy to me. 

As we rose from the sway backed sofa, dad stuck his head back inside. 

"Mark, Muriel wants you to pop over for a few minutes. She wants to ask you something. It might be about a job so don't blow it off."

A job? She probably wanted to ream me out for jerking off in front of her. I tried to dig down for some self-righteous indignation. I had been in my own backyard. She didn't have to watch. I ignored the hoots and hollers as, unlike the others, I turned not toward the TV room but the room Bill and I shared.

I checked my hair. Grabbed a tee shirt that passed the sniff test, and headed next door. I rang the bell, trying to convince myself I wasn't afraid she was pissed.

"It's open. Come on in, sugar." I heard from inside. I wondered if I should have changed into better clothes, on the off chance this was an interview. It was too late now. I pushed open the door and closed it quietly behind me. Mom hated the sound of doors being slammed. 

"Out here, sugar, on the deck."

I crossed the living room. Muriel's house was smaller than the one we rented from her. I supposed that made sense. This was where she lived. She didn't need four bedrooms. The French doors were open, the sheer curtains billowing in the wind. The surf rumbled contentedly as the shadows from the houses reached for the waterline. 

Muriel was leaning against the railing. Looking out at the ocean. She had a martini glass in one hand and was wearing a cover up. When she turned to smile at me she was silhouetted by the bright light reflecting off the ocean. I could see she wasn't wearing anything under the cover up. 

"Are you dating anyone, sugar, anyone serious I mean?" Her voice was soft. She didn't sound the least bit tipsy. 

I stumbled over my words, taken off guard by the question. "Uh, no. Why?"

She smiled. "No reason, sugar. You ever had a martini? You are twenty-one aren't you?"

I nodded. "I'm almost twenty-three. No, I've never had a martini."

"Would you like to try one? There's just a teensy bit left in the pitcher."

"Sure. I guess so." I turned toward the door. 

"Don't be silly, sugar. You're my guest. I'll get it for you. Relax. Enjoy the view."

She slipped past me. The deck extended the whole length of the house. Both French doors were open. There was plenty of room. Still, her breast brushed my arm as she passed me. It had to be deliberate. Was she coming on to me? What the hell? She was my mom's age. I had to admit she still looked good, damn good in fact but still.

I crossed to the cable railing and rested my hands on the top strand. The breeze was still off the ocean. The air warmed quicker over the beach. Warm air rises and the cooler air over the water rushes in to take its place. After the sun goes down the process reverses. That was one reason waterfront was so desirable. Before electricity and AC, a reliable breeze, especially in this part of the world, was a Godsend. The sound of splashing drew my attention. 

I could see into our pool. My mom had her arms around my dad's neck. She was floating, stretched out in front of him on her belly. Her pale butt seemed to glow. I was jerking my eyes away when Muriel joined me.

"Oh don't worry about that, sugar. They're not afraid of the occasional wandering eye. Trust me."

I was barely conscious of her words. I heard them and they registered but my head was too busy trying to make sense of the fact she was nude.

"Now don't get all flustered," she giggled. "I wanted you youngsters to understand I'm not so old as to get my undies in a bunch over a little bit of skinny dipping. Shoot, honey, when I was your age that was the way we usually swam. The boys was supposed to look the other way until us girls were decently covered by the water. Though, truth be told, we hoped they weren't keeping their word, not totally anyway. Honey, women liked to be looked at. They like to be appreciated. That don't mean they like to be gawked at or hooted at. Men have forgotten how to be gentlemen. A sidling glance of appreciation never got a gentleman in trouble." 

"But that's my mom."

"Course it is, sugar. I'm not telling you to lust over her. That'd be wrong. But she's a lady, too. A damn pretty one, too, and your daddy is a damn good-looking fellow, pardon me for saying so but it's true. It's hard to see your parents as people just like everyone else but it's the truth nonetheless. That's one of those bumps we all have to bounce over at some point or the other - understanding are parents are people, just like the rest of us."

I had kept my eyes fixed on the ocean. Muriel touched my arm.

"Here's that martini." I reached for it without turning my head and she snorted. "Honey, you can take being a gentleman too far. I already told you a lady appreciates being noticed. You keep your neck all stiff like that and you'll get a headache. Come on and sit."

When I turned I saw her bottom walking away from me. From behind she looked awfully damn young. There wasn't a trace of a sag in her butt. When she turned to sit in a chair, I saw that she had less hair than Jill. She had just a tiny square of neatly trimmed black. I also noticed she had no tan lines. Her nipples were dark brown, the areolas nearly black. Like her butt, if her breasts sagged I couldn't appreciate it.

"Don't let me fool you, honey," she chuckled, reading my mind in that irritating way women have. "They're real enough but I had the suspension worked on last winter. Now your momma," she nodded toward the sound of soft splashes, "she's all natural and she's got the boobs of a twenty year old, not that you ought to be paying that much attention mind you."

The sight of Muriel's body was making me excited. I sat down quickly, hoping it wasn't obvious yet. She handed me a glass across the bistro table that sat between our chairs. The glass was cold, beads of condensation ran down its sides. I took a sip and grimaced. It tasted like turpentine.

Muriel laughed. "They're an acquired taste, sugar. Trust me. They'll grow on you. Just like older women."

My eyes jerked to her face and she smiled before winking at me. What the fuck? I was pretty sure she was coming on to me but I was terrified of being wrong. What a total fuck up that would be. I could hear her soft drawl in my head, talking to my parents: "I'm afraid you folks are going to have to pack up. Your boy, Mark, jerked off in front of me earlier and now, when I tried to do y'all a favorite and talk to him about a job, he tried to kiss me. Sorry, Jan, Mark, we go way back but I can't put up with that sort of behavior." 

What a complete, total, balls up, fucking disaster that would be. I didn't respond. I couldn't risk it.

The sounds of splashing grew louder and Muriel's head swiveled. 

"Now that's the Ben and Jan I know," she whispered deep in her throat. 

I leaned forward and looked past her. We were in the shadow of the house. I doubt anyone in the sunlight could see us, especially since the sun was behind the house. They'd be looking into the sun. 

Mom was leaning against the side of the pool in waist deep water. My dad was behind her. The movement of their bodies and the swaying of her hips made it crystal clear what was going on. I held my breath in surprise. Muriel rose and walked to the railing and leaned on it, legs straight. The cleft mound of her pussy was clearly visible between her legs. I looked away, back toward the pool.

My mom and then my dad looked up and spotted Muriel. I leaned further back into the shadows. I expected them to have the same reaction I had had earlier. I expect them to jump, separate and scramble out of the pool. Instead, they smiled. They smiled at Muriel and went back to fucking. 

I knew they fucked. They weren't that old. It freaked me out imagining they fucked but I knew they did. I never imagined witnessing it. I started to get up to rush inside. I glanced over at our house. The patio door was opened. That was not unusual. Every bit of breeze was welcomed.

What was unusual was the three crouched figures huddle behind two of the lounge chairs, faces peering through the stainless steel cables that served as the deck's railing. 

Those fucking perverts. 

------

"Honey, don't come down too hard on your brother and sister," Muriel whispered, turning to look at me, reading my mind again. "No one, not even your parents fuck outside without the vague hope someone is watching. Your parents aren't that old. Hell, I'm not that old. We sure as hell don't feel old. They're stupid in love with each other after all this time and that is a joy to behold. They're good folks your parents, the best. So, they get a little kick out of someone watching them enjoy each other. Big deal."

"Big deal?" I hissed between my teeth. "In front of their own kids? That's fucked up." 

"Settle down, sugar. I'd bet you dollars to donuts it never occurred to them y'all be watching. Me? Sure. Sugar pie, me they expect. It's not their fault your brother and sister are nosy." She looked at me, a question in her eyes. "You never walked in on 'em? By accident? Jan's told me how the five of you live on top of each other. There can't be that much privacy."

I looked away, embarrassed and conflicted. I had never walked in on my parents. They were careful about locking their door. But I had heard them often enough. They tried to be quiet but it was a small house. Worse, more than once I had jerked off, listening to the sounds wafting their way through the ductwork. Who was I to call my sister or brother a pervert? Me? I guy who jerked off to the sounds of his parents making love? I eased my conscience by noting I never did so thinking of my mom, gross. My mind was full of images of whoever happened to be the object of my wistful lust at the time. I spent many hours making love to Gwen Stefani in my head while my folks supplied the soundtrack.

Muriel moved away from the railing to sit on the side of the lounge chair, facing me. She rested on hand on my knee.

"Sugar, folks nowadays have separated themselves from the way life was for pretty much as long as there's been people and from the way life still is for most of the world. 'Normal' ain't every kid with his own bedroom and bathroom. I had six brothers and sisters. We lived on a dirt farm in the ass end of South Carolina. There was one bedroom, if that's what you'd call a room framed in rough planks with an old quilt for a door. That was for my momma and my daddy. The three of us girls all slept in a single bed that during the day served as our divan. The boys slept on pallets in a loft they had to crawl in, the roof too close to their heads to even sit up. A curtained off corner hid the chamber pot we all shared at night. Privacy? That's a modern invention, Mark. For most folks and for most of the time this old world has been spinning its way through space, hearing your parents making babies was what was 'natural' not the other way around. 

"I'm not saying you ought to be spying on them, or anyone else as far as that goes, but hearing them or accidentally seeing something usual kept private don't make you a bad person and it sure as hell isn't the end of the world. Not to mention the fact that watching folks wanting to be seen isn't spying. Drink your martini, sugar. You'll feel better."

I hated the taste but I wanted the liquor. I drained it, trying to ignore the soft grunts of my father and the melodious whimpers of my mom.

Muriel sat back in the lounge chair, pulling her legs up and crossing her ankles. She let her hands dangle in front of her pussy.

"Come on over her, sugar. Keep me company."

I lifted by butt off the chair and swiveled without actually standing up. I was afraid one of my parents might look up and see me. If Muriel understood what I was doing, she let it slide. I sat sideways on the end of the chair, half turned away from her, looking at the sky above the water. The washed out blue was beginning to grow darker. Another hour or so and the first stars would wink into existence. What would I wish for?

"Sugar, you're over dressed," Muriel said as she leaned forward and took a hold of the bottom of my tee shirt. When she lifted it up, I raised my arms and let her slide the shirt over my head. It fell beside the lounge chair without making a sound. "Scoot around, sugar. You're all tense. Let me work on those shoulders. I was a masseuse you know. That's how I met Mr. Dyer, my husband, rest his soul." 

I moved and sat at the end of the chair, facing the ocean. Muriel moved to sit behind me. She straddled the chair. I could feel her warm thighs through my shorts. The thought of how close her naked pussy was to my back was all it took to bring my cock to full attention. I desperately needed to adjust myself. My cock was trapped in the left leg of my shorts. I needed to free it, let it lie along my upper leg, but there was no way to do that with my naked parent's landlord sitting behind me. 




On the Beach



Her warm hand fell atop my shoulders. She began to massage the sides of my neck and across my shoulders. She twisted to use both hands to work my triceps. Her nipples brushed against my back. When she turned her attention back to my shoulders, her nipples brushed back and forth, tickling my skin and causing goose bumps to erupt on my arms.

Her hands went under my arms and she began to work my pecs. Her breasts were pressed firmly against my back. She kissed my shoulder blade and then rested the side of her face against my back.

"Sugar," she breathed against my skin. "I do love the feel of a hard man." 

Her hands moved to my stomach. Suddenly all those crunches seemed worth it. I was almost certain by that point that she was coming on to me.

"Stand up, sugar. Turn around." 

I did as she asked. Without looking at me, she thumbed the button on my shorts open and unzipped the fly. I don't have much in the way of hips. When she let go of the shorts, they dropped to the floor. I took a breath and told myself not to be such a fucking pussy. I wasn't Mr. Man-Of-The-World but I wasn't a virgin. What the fuck was I freaking out about? Hadn't I read plenty of shit like this online and in my dad's antiquated print Penthouses? Young stud, hot older woman, lots of fucking. No big deal.

I hooked my thumbs inside the band of my briefs and pulled them down. My cock sprang free and a soft whimper of relief escaped my throat. I didn't pull my briefs completely off. They stretched across my thighs, holding my balls up, front and center. I glanced down. Muriel was staring at my cock. The foreskin was pulled forward, a drop of dew hanging from its crinkled mouth.

"Oh my, sugar. Now don't that just look fine and dandy?"

Without using her hands she leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. She forced her tongue inside my foreskin. It felt so sweet I shivered, my back arched, pushing my cock into her mouth. She didn't protest. 

I don't know why. Maybe I wondered if my brother and sister were still on the deck. I don't know. Anyway, I turned to look at our house. Jim, Jill, and Bill were all standing, staring across the twenty or so feet between us. I'm not sure how much they could see. Muriel's deck, like the deck of our rental had a steel cable railing. The idea was to not obstruct the view of the ocean. The lounge chair was near the French doors, the bistro table and chairs between us and the end of the deck. I wasn't sure how much they could see. Was my arched posture enough to tell them what was happening? Were their imaginations having to fill in the details? Or, were they simply watching Muriel suck my dick? I knew my parents couldn't. I was between them and Muriel but when I glanced over my shoulder it was clear they were looking at me. 

------

I'm pretty sure dad was smiling. Mom's face was impossible to read. They had either finished or were taking a breather from fucking. I decided it didn't matter which. Besides, what Muriel was doing with her mouth was distracting, to say the least. 

I'd gotten head before. It was cool but I had never been sure what all the fuss was about. Mostly, it meant not worrying about a chick telling you she was pregnant and, assuming she swallowed, no clean up afterward. At that moment, ass cheeks flexing under the darkening sky and the gaze of my family, I understood, at last, what the fuss was about. Getting head from a college chick and getting head from a woman who knows what she is doing are about as similar as a supermodel and mother Teresa. Both fall into the same general category but that's where the similarities end.

College chicks barely get the head and a little of the shaft in their mouth. Once they surmount that mostly psychological barrier, they hold on to the base of your cock and move their head up and down. That's it, end of story. If there existed gals in college that knew how to blow I guy like Muriel was doing, I had failed to cross paths with them. Of course any head feels good; I'm not complaining. 

At first Muriel didn't use her hands at all. Far from making a face when she saw I was uncut, she jumped right in and stuck her tongue inside my foreskin. In my prior experiences girls would keep it pulled back with their hand so they could ignore it. Not Muriel. She ran her tongue around the crown of my cock and then tugged at my foreskin with her lips. She touched me then but not to pull my foreskin back. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock just behind the head and held my foreskin in place. She ran her tongue under it and circled the head, stopping to probe my slit on occasion.

I was lost. I couldn't think. I had no idea what, if anything, I should do to help. My hands went behind my head and I arched my back again. I started to buck my hips softly and Muriel used her hand to stroke my cock, keeping pace with my thrusts. Her other hand pushed the waistband of my briefs lower and cupped my balls. She pulled and squeezed, gently. She encircled the top of my sack, just below my cock, with her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze. She kept squeezing until I groaned. She lightened the pressure slightly. 

Her mouth left my cock. She licked the side of my shaft, something else no one had ever done. No chick had ever sucked one of my balls into her mouth either. Muriel did. She kept her grip on the top of my sack and sucked my left nut into her mouth. I had the crazy mental image of slurping an entire square of Jello off a plate when I was a kid. I may have groaned again. I'm not sure. I am sure I was no longer worried about anyone hearing.

She let my left 'nad slip out of her mouth and sucked on the right one. The whole time, the hand on my cock was stroking me, sliding over the head, pulling my foreskin tight, then sliding forward, past the head, squeezing. Her mouth left my balls. Her hands left my cock and sack. I stifled a sigh of disappointment but tried to be philosophical. Most women in my, albeit limited experience do not swallow. Muriel's blowjob was far beyond any I had received in the past. I wasn't inclined to quibble.

I lowered my arms and relaxed my back but when I tried to pull away, her hands grabbed my hips and held me in place. 

"Where you think you're going, sugar-pie? Muriel's not halfway through with you." 

Her voice seemed to carry on the air. She didn't shout neither did she whisper. I glanced over my shoulder. My brain and body were on fire. Jill was going down on Jim as Bill stood to one side jerking his dick and looking over at the deck I stood upon. If I was surprised at what I was seeing, my mind was too occupied by what was happening to register it. I twisted a little further. My dad sat on the edge of the pool, leaning back on his arms. My mother was going down on him. As with Bill, his eyes were on Muriel's deck, not on the top of my mother's head. 

Seeing that my attention was elsewhere, Muriel stood. She took my hand and led me to the corner of the deck. She pulled one of the small chairs over and turned it. We were at almost a ninety-degree angle from the deck of the rental house, slightly less from the pool. My cock was in profile. The sun was setting but there was plenty of light left in the world. 

"Mark?" I looked down at Muriel. Her eyes were on fire. "I'm going to finish sucking your cock now. If you feel the need to grab my head, go right ahead, sugar. If it morphs from a blowjob into a mouth fuck, it's fine with me but if you do grab my head, use your right hand. Understand?"

I nodded. I did understand. If I used my left, it would obstruct the view from the other deck. 

"Now, sugar-pie it's also fine if you cum in my mouth, in fact I'd prefer it in my mouth or on my titties but not on my face. Cum burns when it gets in your eyes and it plays hell with my make-up. Okay?" I nodded. "Then, my young stallion, you're going to return the favor. I'm afraid you'll have to eat my pussy until this hunk of cock of yours is hard enough again to fuck me." I nodded again. The entire time her hand was gliding over my cock. 

She started to lower her head but paused to look up at me with a big smile. "And we're going to do all that right here lover. Right here."

With that she deep throated my cock. No one had ever come close to doing that to me before. As her nose pressed against my naked belly and her spit began to run down my balls, I reached out and grabbed the back of her head with my right hand. She made a tunnel of her hand and mouth and I began to fuck her. She moved with the rhythm of my thrusts. She never gagged but more and more spit ran down my balls to drip onto the deck's floor. My balls banged against her chin. It hurt a little but the ache was worth it. The ache bounced around inside my belly, behind my cock, and my excitement grew stronger. 

"Oh fuck, Muriel. I'm gonna cum." I wasn't sure if I had shouted out loud or in my head. It must have been out loud. I heard a "so am I" and a "fuck me, too" from next door. As my balls tightened and my jizz gathered itself for the explosion, I glanced towards our rental house. I assumed it was Bill who had shouted "me, too" because as I looked across the yard his hips began to jerk and jet after jet of his seed arched over the railing to spatter over the pool deck. It couldn't have been Jim. Jill was already rubbing Jim's load over her breasts. 

Poolside, my dad was sitting up now. He was jerking his cock. I couldn't help noticing my cock seemed bigger. My mom was standing in front of him, still in the pool. Her head was thrown back. Her mouth was opened. When I witnessed the first stream of my dad's load coat her tongue, I came.

My orgasm was deeper, more intense and more prolonged than any I had ever experienced. Below me, my mom had gobbled up my dad's cock. His head was back and his fist kept bumping into her lips. I shoved my cock as far down Muriel's gullet as I could. There was no cock left for her hand to stroke. She contracted her throat muscles somehow and milk my cock dry. 

When she stood up I was panting. My hand found my cock. It was too sensitive to touch yet I was still too turned on to leave it alone. Muriel kissed my cheek. I smelled the familiar smell of my jizz on her breath as she whispered, "thank you, sugar."

------

As I struggled to control my breathing I looked back down at the pool. My mom had both hands in my dad's hair and was kissing him. My first thought was yuck. My second was, should I kiss Muriel like that? I decided to wait. 

Muriel moved the chair, pulling another one away from the table where my martini glass stood sweating. She turned me with gently prodding hands on my shoulders. She was visible from the deck and pool of our rental. She put her right foot on the seat of the chair, swung that leg out and opened her legs for me and anyone else to see. Her pussy was soaked. She pressed two fingers into her cunt, pulled them out, and then pushed them into my mouth. I sucked instinctively. 

"That's right lover, you like that? You like the way my sweet pussy tastes? I've been wet ever since I watched you jerk off this afternoon. God, I love young men. You jerked off a few hours ago and still damn near drowned me in cum. Hope you got some left for my cunt, cause you're going to have to fuck me before you leave." 

She smeared her fingers on both my cheeks. 

"Come, sugar, dinner is served." 

Her hand went behind my head and she pulled me forward. 

I had eaten out my girlfriend a few times but, like blowjobs, I didn't quite get it. They never seemed to get off all that much on it. I didn't mind but I wasn't sure it was worth the effort. It never occurred to me that the problem was I had no fucking idea what I was doing. 

I extended my tongue and touched one of her pussy lips. 

"Mm, sugar that's nice but you're going to have to really get in there. Suck my cunt into your mouth, shove your tongue inside me. Licking the outside is sweet and all but it won't pay the rent." Her hand urged me forward. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips over her right labia. I did as she suggested and sucked the lips between my own. 

"Yeah, honey, that's the ticket," she said as her fingers tightened in my hair. I jumped when she called, in a louder voice, "Jill, baby, that young man of yours listening to me? Don't be shy about telling him what you like." 

What the fuck? Was she giving a public pussy eating lesson? I hadn't heard her calling over to tell Jill how to suck Jim's dick. On the other hand, how could she have called over? Her mouth was full of my cock. I didn't hear Jill's response, maybe she nodded, I don't know, but Muriel called again. "Good, that's real good. Young man you pay attention now."

When she spoke again it was softly. Her words were mine and mine alone.

"I asked your parents. You guess that yet? We've been friends too long for me to risk it over a cock, no matter how hot the young man it was swinging from. No, sugar, a couple of drinks and then I asked them. I told them I had been watching you swim. That was true. I didn't tell them about you stroking that pretty cock of yours. I told them I thought you were a damn good looking man and I was horny as hell and would it strain our friendship if I invited you over and let nature takes its course. I didn't go into details but they knew. They may not have suspected I wanted you to fuck me, out here, with the sea breeze making my nipples hard, but they knew. They sent you over here to get fucked. Oh yes, that much they surely did know."

I didn't know what to say. I believed her. I heard the truth in her voice. The unexpected behavior of my parents opened up a part of them I had only been vaguely aware even existed. I didn't know what to say, which was just as well, I was getting into the joys of eating a fresh wet pussy. Muriel's spilling of the beans made me hornier than ever. They may not have expected a show but by fuck I decided to do my best to give them, all of them, a good one.

"Suck both sets of lips inside your mouth sugar. Oh yeah, that's right, that's real good. Now, put your tongue inside me. Fuck me with your tongue. Make it hard as your cock and fuck me with it." 

I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her. She used the fingers clutched in my hair to jerk my head away from her and then back into her pussy. 

"Jill, don't you be afraid to help your fella out, if he's got a buzz cut, grab an ear or his whole damn head. That's right darlin'. You got it." 

I wasn't sure if she was talking to Jill or to me. I hope I was at least starting to get the hang of it. On the other hand, the mental picture of my sister wrapping her hand around Jim's head and burying it in her pussy was fucking hot, not because she was my sister, but in spite of it. She was a young woman letting loose and I was only a slightly older man letting loose. Sex is hot. Period. It's part of our most basic programming.

"Pull your tongue out baby. Lick up the sides of my pussy. That's right. Mm, that's real fine. Now stick your tongue between my legs, under my pussy, far back as you can get it, all the way to my asshole if you can reach it. Don't get all bashful. I took a nice long shower before your folks came over. I'm clean as a whistle and a helluva lot more fun. Your daddy's doing the same thing to your momma. I know you can't see and don't you dare take that pretty mouth of yours off my cunt. You know I taught him how to eat your momma's pussy?"

I heard a faint gasp, "Muriel!"

"Sorry Jan," she called down to my mom. My mom! Christ. "My brain doesn't work very well when my pussy is on fire like this. Besides, this is the age of the World Wide Web. A couple women eating each other's pussies can't be that big a surprise to him."

If my mom replied it was lost in the sounds coming from the deck above her.

"Oh! Oh my God!" Jill's voice soared into the air. What followed was a series of increasingly high-pitched "uh-huh, uh-huh's". Jim, I assumed, was a quick study.

The sound of my sister's orgasm pushed me over the edge. I danced my tongue over Muriel's pucker and drug it up her slit. My mouth filled with her juices. I touched her clit with my tongue and she shivered. 

"Okay baby, that's the spot." In a louder voice she called over to our house. "Jill, honey, make sure you young man is paying attention now, hear?"

"A woman's clit is the center of her sex. If you're ever in doubt go for the clit. If you can remember not to forget a woman's clit you'll be a passable lover. If you want to be a great lover, well then you have to up your game. Don't just hold your mouth open and beat it like a thirsty dog lapping up cool water. Anything, done over and over and over gets a little dull.

"You need to mix it up. Tongue her pussy, lick your way up but stop just as your nose just barely grazes her button. Tease her. Remind her how close you are but don't go right in for the kill. You got it, sugar. Keep doing what you're doing. 

"You can suck on a woman's clit same as she can suck on your dick. Treat it like a like cock. That's what it is, a little cock. Suck and lick it like you'd like your dick sucked. Tongue its little shaft, nuzzle it, make love to it. 

"You'll know when she's close. When she is, stop the teasing, unless she's into that sort of thing. Just like flicking, too much teasing wears thin. When her hands start working in your hair, you know her engine's pretty near red-lined. Take her clit between your lips and suck on it, real soft like, as you use your tongue to play with it. You can tell by the pressure of her hands whether you're going at it too rough or too soft. 

"Jill, remember sweetheart, don't be bashful about speaking up."

Whether that concluded the lesson or whether what came next was part of the lesson was less clear. Muriel began to talk to me, just me, as if we were alone in her bedroom.

"Oh, Mark, baby, that's right. Uh-huh, suck it, little harder, oh Lord, little harder, uh-huh."

I could see nothing but the top of Muriel's nearly hairless pussy and a bit of her belly but below us but I could hear my mother's echoing cries. 

Muriel's hands tightened on my head. She pushed her cunt into my mouth. Her hips jerking, she let a long shuddering "yes" pass her lips. Strangely, it was the quietest sound she had uttered since we started. 

I flicked her clit and she moaned. Her hands pushed my head away. I didn't argue.

I sat up, looked past her and saw my mom lying on the side of the pool. Her shoulders and head were pressed against the deck, her legs rested over my dad's shoulders. He was standing, or squatting, in the pool. His hands cupped mom's ass, pushing her up into his mouth. Her hips were still bucking. 

I stood up abruptly. My knees knocked over the chair. The clatter was loud and jarring. My cock was hard again. It poked into Muriel's belly as I pulled her close and kissed her. We had barely kissed. In fact, I don't think we'd kissed at all. My face was wet with her pussy. She didn't care. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. She pulled back and sucked at my chin. One hand reached down and found my cock. 

I pulled away. I was sick of being directed, no matter how fucking good the direction had been. I spun Muriel around. I pushed her forward with a hand between her shoulders. She didn't protest. Her hands reached out and sought the corner post for support. I looked over. Jill was looking at me. I'm not sure she was seeing me but she was looking. Her hands rested on the top cable of the railing. Bill was hard again but wasn't jerking off. His head jerked from Jill to me to the pool. 

Jim was rubbing the head of his cock up and down Jill's slit, or so I surmised from what I could see. If she hadn't been joking about being a virgin earlier, this was probably her last chance. Jim's hand stopped moving. My sister's back arched. I could see him push. Then he was fucking her.




On the Beach



I looked down. My mom was standing on the steps of the pool, leaning over the stair's rail. They were in profile for me, looking at the deck above them, where their daughter appeared be getting righteously fucked by their son's best friend and a guest in their house. Dad had the advantage of experience. He didn't need to use his hands. He kept both hands on mom's hips, bent his knees a little, moved up and began to pump. I could hear the sounds their bodies made, my parents, my sister, and her new lover.

I moved the head off my cock up and down Muriel's cunt and then, steadying it with one hand, entered her. She sighed in pleasure as I began to fuck her. I had lost control, or most of it anyway. I'd like to think if she'd made any sign of discomfort or displeasure I would have understood and stopped. On the other hand I might be full of shit to worry that I, a man with an average dick could hurt her in the first place. Regardless, I fucked her as hard as I've ever fucked anyone.

Sweat began to fly off my forehead and splash on her back. I put my hands on her ass. I squeezed and spread. I eyed her asshole. I was fascinated by the sight of a thin rim of her pussy clinging to my cock when I pulled out. I wet one finger and rubbed it over her asshole. She moaned again. I considered putting my finger in her ass. A week older me would have done so but not the me in that moment, doing so seemed too much, so I didn't. 

The sound of six bodies slamming into each other filled the air between the two houses. If anyone was on the beach beyond the dunes they couldn't fail to hear what was going on. I scanned the dunes, half hoping to see a row of heads, maybe even the glint of binoculars, peeking through the dune weeds, but saw nothing. 

I turned my head slightly. Jim and Jill were still going at it. Suddenly, she pulled away. Before I could wonder if he'd hurt her, she was on her knees, sucking his cock. His hands found her head and I heard his groans clearly. What a slut my sister was turning out to be. Christ. 

I got it into my head that I had to last longer than my dad. I wasn't sure if he had cum when they were fucking earlier. I watch him blow one load into my mother's waiting mouth. He was twenty years older than me and had gotten hard again as fast as I had. Fuck yeah, dad. I had cum earlier, once hours ago by the pool and again a short time ago, straight down Muriel's throat. That gave me edge, despite my inexperience. 

It was enough. Not long after my sister and her lover had collapsed onto one of the lounge chairs, I saw my dad's pace quicken. My mom's whimpers of excitement climbed in pitch and volume. He pulled out of her, pressed his hips against her ass and began to pound at his cock. I swear he came more than when he shot off in her mouth. My dad was a fucking stud.

Muriel and I were last. I remembered a Bible school verse, something about the last shall be first or something like that. I reminded myself I was an atheist but the thinking of a Bible verse while I was fucking the lady next door as my family watched was sufficiently sacrilegious I couldn't help but cringe inside.

Muriel didn't whimper like my mom. She growled, deep in her throat. She'd just cum. I didn't think she could cum again so soon but she began to meet my thrust with her own. I'd cum twice today. Even in the depths of passion and lust, there was enough insecurity floating around inside me I distinctly told myself to not pull out, to cum insider her, in case I didn't have much of a load. 

The force of my thrusts ratcheted up another notch. Each slap of our bodies was punctuated by a single grunted word: "I'm. Going. To. Cum. Oh. Fuck. Yeah."

I staggered. We would have fallen if Muriel wasn't steadying herself with the post. She turned and, unbelievably, took my cock in her mouth. She sucked and lapped as I panted. 

Across the waves, the sky that touched the horizon had gone black. I saw a single star twinkle. I made a wish. 

The wind caressed the sweat from my body. The waves crashed into the beach. The gulls whirled and bitched at each other before the fading light forced them to settle down. The world looked the same. It even smelled the same. Looking out at the ocean and the sky, everything looked the same. 

But it would never be the same.



On The Beach



We continued this way for a while, each girl having several orgasms. Finally, Martha pulled John out of her cunt and ordered Charlotte to lie on her back and eat her cunt while I continued ass fucking her. Then John climbed up between Charlotte's legs, resting one on his shoulder, and buried his cock up her cunt. He and Martha began tongue kissing while whispering obscenities at each other. This continued for quite some time with both girls cumming in wave after wave of orgasm. 

We finally told the girls they would have to finish us with their mouths. I pulled my smelly cock out of Martha's ass and shoved it into Charlotte's mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation. Martha gobbled up John's cock after he pulled it out of Charlotte's cunt. We continued to fuck their mouths for a good five minutes. Saliva was dripping down my balls as Charlotte worked her expert lips and tongue over me.

Charlotte reached under me and pressed a finger against my ass. I felt a sudden rush moving to my balls. When she inserted her finger into my ass and I lost it. Apparently my balls had built up quite a load during the past half hour and I felt a stream of cum blast into her mouth, followed by a second and third. This time she swallowed it all and sucked me dry until I was completely limp. 

I pulled out and she climbed out from beneath Martha to help her with her cock sucking chores. Between the two of them they finally brought John off spraying a huge load across both of their faces before Martha got him into her mouth to eat the rest of his cum. Then they began kissing each other, sharing his cum and licking it from their faces. 

John and I got in the front seat leaving the girls to continue kissing and fondling in the back. When we finally pulled up to their place they were sixty-nining each other. They sat up and gave us both pussy tasting tongue kisses goodnight, then jumped out of the car and ran into the house. When we got back to our place we realized that they had left their panties on the back seat.

We left the next day, but I still have those panties as a reminder of the wildest sex I ever had.



On The Beach



It's a beautiful summer evening, and we have gone to the beach to watch the sun set in the ocean. We have a basket with a bottle of cold champagne, some strawberries, some candles and a blanket with us. I'm wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. And you are wearing a short skirt and a short-sleeved shirt too.

At the beach we sit in the dunes on the blanket, and watch the sun set, while we drink the champagne and eat the strawberries. I've placed the candles around the blanket, and when the sun has disappeared in the ocean, we just sit there, holding each other in our arms.

We then gently start to kiss each other, and I let my fingers play with yours. As we start to kiss more passionately, I let my hands move to your back, letting a finger run up your spine. And my hands then play with your hair.

We then lay down on our sides, real close to each other. I let my hand gently caress your face, and run down your side, caressing your hips and your thighs. Slowly I let it run up your thigh again, this time on the inside, and up under your dress. As I kiss you deeply, I ask you to spread your legs, and I slowly start to caress your pussy from the outside of your panties.

As we kiss, and I gently caress your pussy, you let your hands unzip my jeans, and start to tease my dick. You can feel it starting to get hard. You then pull my dick out through the fly, and tease it and my balls until it's real hard. I have at the same time gotten my fingers inside your panties, and start to tease your clit, and your pussy. Your pussy starts to get moist, and opens up for my fingers.

You ask me to lie down on my back. You stand up over me, and take your panties off. You roll a condom over my dick, and then lower yourself down over me. You hide my hard dick with your skirt, and then you let a hand slip inside your skirt, and guide my dick into your moist pussy.

As you start to ride me slowly at first, I unbutton your shirt, and let my hands cup your breasts, and play with your hard nipples. I'm so hard inside your pussy, and you start to ride me faster and faster. I pull you down to me, and kiss you passionately. As we kiss I let a hand move up under your dress, and start to caress your clit and your pussy lips, while you still ride me.

I can feel your tight pussy around my dick, and can feel it won't be long before I’m going to cum. Because I want you to cum with me, I start to caress your clit and pussy lips faster and faster. As I'm about to cum, I can feel you are close, too. We then both cum at the same time, and I hold you tight in my arms as it happens. Afterwards, while you're still on top of me, and I have my arms around you, I pull the blanket up over us, so we won't get cold.

After we have been lying like this for a while, we roll out, and you button you shirt again, and I zip my fly. We sit down in the sand, and while the candles still are burning, I pour us another glass of champagne. While we drink it, I kiss you, and tell you what a wonderful lover you are, and how much I love you.



On The Beach



The storm had just past, waves washed swiftly against the shore as the glow of the moon illuminated across the glassy water. The smell of rain and salt hung heavily in the air. The beach sand was damp, as his feet slapped against its firmness. He had been jogging for about three kilometers and had now decided to stop. It was warn the air had an electric feel to it, like it was about to have another round of thunder and lighting. He figured he would be home by then, showered and rested after his evening run. He leaned forward pressing his hands against his feet. His muscled legs stretched, all of him was well muscled, not to steroid extremes but more to a finely tuned state. He was wearing a tight gray sweet shirt and a pair of long running pants, the attire added to his athletic body, even in the slight moon light. As he went through a variety of stretches, from the dunes someone watched him with interest.

Sitting against the small dune face, she observed this stranger, he lived near by and she had noted him on occasion at the local shops as well as running about working his toned body into a sweet. It was as he ran that she had first noticed him, his strong frame and tear drop shaped legs that powered his sexy body as he ran down the road or along the beach. She was short, with a slender young body, she had often roused men's attention as she bathed at the beach in a provocative two piece. She hoped she would arose his interests. 

"Hello, I didn't see you their" He said snapping her out of her daze.

"Oh hi...have a good run?" she asked as he walked over to her. The wind carried his musky sweaty scent. It smelt of after-shave and the spice of his sexy body odor. He wiped his brow. 

"Yeah, I thought Id take in the scenery. It only seems to get better though." He said smiling. 

"Why thank you, my name is Krystal by the way, I live not to far from you." she added enjoying his smile and warm eyes.

The pair spoke for several long minutes, when the conversation was disrupted by a loud thunder clap. Moments later rain pelted down stinging them with its coolness. 

Krystal raised the blanket and offered him to join her in the slight shelter as the pair made their way towards a wooden shelter only a few meters away along the beach.

His body was hot against hers, at this close proximity he smelt delicious she thought. They made it to the shelter, while it was raining it was not cold. So the pair were not to concerned about running to more enclosed shelter. 

"I guess I am having my shower here at the beach now" He joked.

"I can't complain about the company." He added, she smiled back a devilish glimmer in her eyes. He was sitting next to her, their shoulders rubbed, both were gazing at the waves. He offered small talk, but it always ended gently with a slight lull of silence.

She turned to him, not saying anything she acted on a strange impulse. She had to have him...the storm and the exotic nature of the situation strengthened her passion. Their lips pressed into one another's, at first he did not respond. After a long second he kissed her back. Slowly tongues met and danced within the hot confines of their mouths. His hands rubbed her shoulders as he tilted his head slightly adding more intensity to the kiss. Her hand dropped to his lap, escalating the strange unexpected coupling. She rubbed his growing erection through his pants he groaned as she did this. Boldly she reached under and slid her hand into his pants, her small hands grasped his hot shaft head. It felt large and defined. All the while the pair kissed. He reached behind her and cupped her back massaging her smoothly as she wrapped her fingers tighter around his round cock-head. He broke the kiss and looked at her briefly, he then moved his lips to her neck where he started planting small and delicate kisses, slowly up her neck and back down to her chest. Her breathing increased as outside the lightning flickered. 

She sighed as he cupped her left breast, his thumb pressing into its nipple. His other hand was wrapped under her shoulder and rubbed her back. He had now gone back to kissing her, his lips bit down on hers, his mouth tasted sweet. Like fresh rain water. His breathe was hot. 

He stepped back, he was now standing and she sitting looking at him hungrily, biting her lower lip. He raised her shirt above her head, she was wearing no bra. His eyes drank in the pert firmness of her breasts, they were enough to fill his hands. He lowered him self kneeling between her open thighs. His mouth engulfed one breast at a time as his tongue swirled teasing the nipple. They were hard, he bit down on them gently, his hands went between her thighs under her skirt to her hot center as his mouth devoured her breasts. With one hand her rubbed her through her now very damp silky thong, she shuddered as he did this, he found her clit and brushed against it nicely. He now kissed between her breasts, she arched her head back as he traced kisses down to her stomach and then under her skirt. 

She had now parted her thighs far enough as to allow his head complete access between her legs and under her shirt skirt. She held his head as she felt his tongue slide over the material covering her burning mound. He teased her with his mouth as he blew hot air against her following it up with his cool tongue. Around them the waves began to crash into the beach as the lightning lit up the night sky.

Pulling her saturated thong down her legs he laid her onto the bench and found her naked mound with his mouth. He rubbed her upper legs as he worked over her clitoris with his tongue, occasionally he would bite it not hard, but enough to make her jolt in pleasure. The moment had now caught up with her as her body began to react to his intensifying actions, like the storm around her she was ready to explode. A loud thunder burst shook them both, it was enough to send her over the rift. She screamed, her body twisted in delight as his mouth and hands continued their probings into her. Her shriek of ecstasy was drowned out by the storm. 

Kissing her lightly he looked up at her heaving chest, his groin was now a sizeable land mark on his rippled and hard body. She noticed it, still breathing heavily she stood up. Kissing him hard, she reached down and stroked his mast, un-knowingly the pair stumbled into the open. Rain splashed across them as they continued their hot passionate motions. Falling to the wet sand she parted her legs, he entered her with one long thrust that seemed in time with a bolt of lighting. 

His now naked butt arched high as he slid his hardness deep into her, the rain soaked their bodies, it no longer stung it was more of a soothing splashing. Reaching under her lower back he griped her flesh, pulling her up onto him she now had her legs over his hips. She rolled her hips over him feeling him slide into her. With his strong legs he pulled himself up and had her resting on him as he raised her up and down. He was standing in the rain with her wrapped around him clutching him as they furiously joined. 

She bit into his neck as she felt herself cum, this one felt more intense, her legs tightened as the waves of pleasure swept over her. As she tightened he fell back onto the sand. He too was feeling the inevitable, his balls tightened and jettisoned their hot contents deep into her. She could feel her insides awash with his hot liquid. She felt full and complete. Her orgasm subsided as he continued sliding into her. 

He carried her to the shelter, her dress soaked, he too was damp and covered in sand. It was worth it they thought. He placed her onto the bench and laid her back against the wall. He smiled as he knelt between her legs. His tongue slid deep into her, she watched on. He lapped up his cum and her juices, she could see his thick white load slide down her leg, but his tongue darted out and cleaned it from her. He kissed and licked for some time, giving her a smaller orgasm. 

After kissing for some time and enjoying the now calming scenery the pair dressed. He offered to drive her home as his car was not that far. the pair walked passed an old man fishing, he threw his line out into the water as he stood waist high in the salty water. The storm continued far in the distance, the night was again bright.

"Caught anything?" Krystal asked the man as he looked over straining to see the pair.

"Not yet, but I hope to net something tonight just as well as you did." He smiled.

They pair blushed, back at her house, they showered. That though is a whole 'nother story.



On the Beach



Chapter One

My wife and I had been divorced for three years when she remarried and moved to a distant city. I had to content myself with only seeing my daughter on holidays and during the summer. I would save up my vacation time and take a month off. I live at the beach, so we always had fun things to do close by.

My daughter is a knockout. She has a beautiful face, my blue eyes and her mother's blond hair. She's now 18 and about 5'9" tall with legs that go on forever. She's slender and from what I could tell the last time I saw her, she's developing a nice rack up top. I had last seen her at Christmas six months ago. I knew that this summer I would have to keep a close eye on her. Her with that body on the beach in a bikini would be a lethal combination.

I picked her up at the airport and my suspicions were confirmed. She was wearing those low rider jeans popular these days and a crop top. There was a good five inches of skin exposed at her midriff. She had apparently gotten her belly button pierced since last summer. I wonder if she had any tattoos. I sighed the resigned sigh of a father whose little girl is growing up.

She ran up to me with her customary, "Hi Daddy!" She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight against her. 

"Hi Cyndi, how was your flight?"

"The usual, Daddy. Long delays, bad food, you know the drill."

"The beach awaits. Let's get your luggage."

We went down and retrieved her luggage and made it out to the car. I was treated to a non-stop stream of chatter about the goings on in her life. I had missed her high school graduation a month ago, but all was forgiven when I told her I was going to buy her a car. She was due to start attending college in the fall.

"Daddy, I've decided to go to State."

"That's great, honey."

"No, Daddy I mean State College here where you live."

"You want to bunk with your old man?"

"If you would let me, that would be great!"

"Does your mother know about this?"

"Yeah. She thinks it's fine."

"Ok, wouldn't want the dragon lady mad at me."

I wasn't really as enthusiastic as I was trying to appear. I don't have a steady girlfriend; I have a steady stream of them. Having my impressionable daughter in the house would put a damper on my adventurous sex life. Yes, I am into the alternative lifestyle. I enjoyed sex parties, sometimes hosted at my house. I guess I wouldn't be hosting a party anytime soon. I would have to change the venue of my entertainment, but I guess that was a small price to pay.

We got to the house and I helped Cyndi get her luggage to her room. She wanted to go right to the beach, so we left the unpacking for later. I went to change into my trunks. After I was changed I went to the garage to fill the cooler with ice and sodas. It has wheels, so it's easy to take along.

Cyndi bounced down the stairs wearing a long t-shirt over her bathing suit. Cyndi carried the towels and the beach chairs and I grabbed the cooler. My house is right on the beach. There is only a walkway and a low wall separating my property from the sand. We went to our favorite spot near some palm trees. We could lie in the sun or sit in the shade if we wanted.

I'm dark where my daughter is fair. My hair is black as sin and my eyes are ice blue. I've been told I'm good looking. I'm active and I work out, so my 42 year old body was still pretty well muscled. My daughter has my eyes, like I said, and her mother's curly blond hair. She wears it long, down to the middle of her back. She's fair, but tans well in the summer, her skin browning to an adorable shade of peach. Peaches and cream, I used to tell her when she was a little girl.

I set up the low beach chairs and spread out the towels. Cyndi lifted her t-shirt over her head and I got a shock. Her fire engine red bikini was barely there on the bottom. The top was ok, but a bit too well constructed. It really supported and pressed her breasts together, giving her fantastic cleavage. When she turned around I saw that the bikini bottom was a thong in the back. My cock got hard. She looked like a Penthouse centerfold. I was stunned.

I tried to distract myself by turning away and opening up the cooler. I grabbed a soda and plopped down in the beach chair. I pressed the cold beverage can to my groin, trying to reduce the swelling, but my cock was having none of it. I put on my sunglasses and leaned my head back, trying to meditate or something. Anything to get my eyes and mind off the incredibly hot babe who happened to be my daughter.

"You like my new bathing suit, Daddy?"

"Uh, yeah. What there is of it."

Cyndi laughed. She knew I wouldn't forbid her anything and I knew she was testing me. She made a great show of spreading suntan lotion over her body. She had a pretty good tan for this early in the summer. She must have gone to a tanning salon or something.

"Daddy, I can't reach my back. I don't want to get burned. Can you put lotion on my back?"

Since she was lying on her stomach I hoped she wouldn't be able to see my cock straining in my trunks. I knelt next to her and put lotion on my hands. I spread it over her back. It wasn't too bad until I realized I'd have to spread it on her ass cheeks also. She had a thong bikini on, after all.

"Uh, honey?"

"Yeah, Daddy?"

"Um, I'm going to have to put some of this on your bottom, unless you want that to get burned."

"Thanks Daddy."

I spread some more lotion on my hands and in a businesslike manner, or at least that's what I told myself, I spread it over her ass cheeks. I tried so hard not to squeeze them, but I couldn't resist the temptation. I did, just a little and Cyndi didn't seem to notice. They were perfect firm globes of flesh. She has beautiful skin, without blemish.

I went back to sitting in the beach chair and shoving the cold soda in my crotch. I now wished I had brought some beer. I guess I could go back to the house to get some, but no way was I letting my daughter out of my sight. She was attracting a lot of lustful male glances. Her perfect tight ass, split by that sexy thong was a magnet for the eye.

It got worse when she turned over. She went and got a soda and sat in the beach chair next to me. I must admit we made a striking pair. I think the only reason the young guys weren't coming up to her was that they thought she was mine. Well, she is mine but not in the way they thought.

We spent a few hours out in the sun. Despite all the sodas I was drinking I felt light headed as if I were dehydrated. I suggested we go in and shower and get ready to go out for an early dinner. Neither my daughter nor I are good cooks, so we end up eating out a lot. I would always take her to her favorite Italian restaurant on her first evening in town.

I was glad when she put that t-shirt back on and covered up all that skin. We got to the house and went our separate ways to shower and change. I soaped myself in the shower, still trying to ignore my unruly body. Well, one does have to clean that part of one's body also. I lingered over soaping my cock and balls, wishing I were thinking about anything else but my daughter. Flashes of images of her naked body kept entering my mind and before I knew it, I was jacking myself. I groaned her name while shooting a load of cum down the shower drain.

I thought I'd have a break from the erotic display of skin, but no such luck. Her dress was beautiful, but very sexy. She was wearing red again, as if to remind me of the thong bikini. The dress hugged her breasts and torso before flaring to a sexy fuller skirt that only went to mid thigh. Cleavage was in evidence once again. She was also wearing sexy little high-heeled sandals.

This went on every day. I didn't know how I would be able to live in the same house with her and retain my sanity. I tried to encourage her to go out and meet friends, but she wanted to spend all her time with me. I guess that was what we were used to doing when her visits were only a month during the summer.

I got no relief. Sexy thong bikinis at the beach, low hip riding jeans and crop tops at the shopping mall, sexy dresses and high heels in the evening. I'm not even mentioning what she would be wearing when she came to the breakfast table in the morning. I'm not sure if I was successful in hiding my reaction to her all the time, but she didn't say anything.

Chapter Two

After about two weeks of this, I knew I would have to get relief somewhere. I spent some time with my little black book trying to arrange a liaison to relieve the pressure in my balls. I was jacking off about three times a day, but this wasn't enough. I had no luck. Everyone was either out of town or didn't want to see me. I did tend to burn bridges sometimes. I went to bed that night with a heavy aching groin. 

Oh, I forgot to tell you that I started to dream about Cyndi after that first day on the beach. Vivid wet dreams where I would wake gasping and sweating, my cum drenching the sheets. These weren't just run of the mill wet dreams. In these dreams we engaged in every depraved type of sex act I had ever participated in. And I have participated in a lot. This wasn't lovey-dovey type sex, it was raunchy, hot, sweaty, kinky sex. Many times we weren't the only two participants in these scenarios. I reveled in watching my daughter's slutty behavior in these dreams. In my dreams she fucked me and just about every man and woman I know while I cheered her on.

I sleep naked. My house is an older one, which doesn't have air conditioning. I usually leave the windows open and listen to the sound of the waves and feel the cool breeze off the ocean against my naked skin. I left my reading lamp on and let the sound of the surf lull me to sleep that night with the hope that my dreams would not star my daughter.

Of course, this was not to be. I went to sleep and began to dream. We walked together into the sex party. Everyone was wearing black party masks over their eyes. Cyndi took off a long coat to reveal herself wearing a skintight see-through lace body suit. Every man in there was looking at her. Every man there wanted to fuck her. I sat down in a chair and she knelt before me and took my cock out of my pants. I felt her hot wet mouth engulf me and start sucking. Her technique was perfect because I had taught her well.

I slowly came awake in that strange state between waking and sleeping. I could hear the surf pounding outside my window. I could smell the salt air. I could still feel the hot wet mouth sucking my cock. I had a death grip on the hair at the back of my daughter's head while I fucked her talented mouth. It took all my willpower to pull her up off my cock.

"What the hell are you doing, Cyndi?"

"Daddy, I'm so sorry." She sobbed. "I haven't had a cock inside me for two weeks and it's driving me crazy! I've wanted to fuck you since I was a little girl Daddy. I've noticed the way you've been looking at me. Was I wrong?"

"No, you weren't wrong."

I grabbed her by the hair again and guided her mouth back to my cock, giving in to my baser passions. I growled low in my throat as she sucked me halfway down and grabbed my balls. I bucked my hips, cumming down her throat in record time.

"Yeah. Drink Daddy's cum Cyndi. Drink it all down."

She did. I pulled her up and rolled her under me, taking her mouth with my own. I could taste my cum as I kissed her deeply. She was naked, and I was finally able to give into the temptation to run my hands over her body. I could see her totally revealed for the first time in the low light from my reading lamp. I worked my way down, fondling and kissing her breasts while my fingers sought out her liquid center. She was hot and wet, writhing under me. Her cunt was dripping in arousal. Her cunt hair, blond and soft, was trimmed so it was almost bare, the mark of a slut if I ever saw one. I stored that information away for later use. I had better things to do, like teasing her clit while I sucked on her breasts.

I worked my way down her body, spreading her legs as I brought my mouth to her. Her heels dug into the bed and she thrust her cunt in my face. I slicked my tongue up her slit, latching on and sucking her clit. She moaned, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, yesss." I was well experienced at giving a woman oral pleasure. I was well experienced in giving many different types of pleasure, for that matter. I was planning to give Cyndi the full benefit of that experience. Every perverted depraved ounce of it.

"Daddy, fuck me please, fuck me. I want your cock inside me so bad."

I decided to torture her a bit. My member was already ready to go again, bouncing back admirably from the toe curling climax my daughter had given me with her mouth. I licked and sucked her, pressing my fingers inside her to feel her flutter when she came.

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm cumming. You're making me cum so hard Daddy. Fuck me, fuck me please. I can't stand it."

I rose up to my knees. I took her legs and put them over my shoulders, positioning my cock at the entrance to her cunt. I am very well endowed, a fact that makes me welcome at every sex party in the city. I watched with pleasure as my cockhead split my daughter's cunt open. I thrust inside her tight channel. It gave up inches grudgingly while my little slut moaned and begged me to fuck her deeper.

"God, Daddy, you're cock's so big. It feels soooo good Daddy."

"Daddy's gonna fill you up right, girl. You haven't really been fucked before, honey. I'm gonna show you how it's done."

I fucked my cock in and out of her tight passage until I was in to the hilt. I leaned down and took her mouth as I began to thrust in earnest. Three thrusts were all it took to have her squealing and cumming all over me. Her tight cunt clamped down on me like a vice. I gritted my teeth and rode her through it. I didn't want to give into my need to cum. I wanted her to climax a couple of times before I pumped her full. Always keep 'em cumming back for more, is my motto.

"Daddy feels you cumming on his cock baby, cum hard for me now."

"Mmmmm, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."

She couldn't seem to be able to coherently string words together anymore. I liked that. I was fucking her silly. I pumped her and ground my pelvis against her clit and rode her through another climax before I gave in. I threw my head back and shouted as I pumped my seed into her.

I collapsed beside her on the bed, drawing her into my arms. "God, I've been wanting to fuck you night and day since the day you got off the plane."

"Daddy, I've never been fucked like that before."

"Yeah, Daddy's good isn't he? Told you I was going to show you how it's done."

"Daddy, you're going to get a swelled head!"

"Speaking of swelled head. Suck me hard again, little vixen. I'm not through with you yet."

I took her from behind that time, rolling her clit between my fingers. She had several convulsive screaming orgasms before I let myself climax. We fell asleep in each other's arms. The first time in weeks I slept without dreaming.

Chapter Three

I woke to her sucking mouth. I pumped two loads into her that morning. One in her cunt in bed and one down her throat in the shower. It seemed we spent the next week in bed. We lived on delivered pizza. I introduced her to anal sex, which she took to like a duck to water. I also started showing her various films from my porno collection depicting the various forms of kinky sex I enjoyed. She was ready and willing to do whatever I asked her to. She seemed to always be wet and ready. Sometimes I would just bend her over whatever likely surface was nearby, pull her panties down and slick my cock inside her. I couldn't seem to get enough of her.

Real life did eventually intrude. For mere survival we had to start leaving the house sometimes, although we would usually be fucking like rabbits as soon as the door shut behind us when we got home again. I had a monthly fishing trip with two of my buddies that I couldn't miss. Cyndi never accompanied me on these trips with my friends, but this time she begged to go along. My two friends were as sexually deviant as I was, so I warned her I couldn't be responsible for what happened if she wore that red thong bikini on Dan's boat.

I called Dan and asked if my daughter could go along. "Ron, you know this trip is supposed to be just us guys!" He said. He grumbled, but agreed. This was a male bonding kind of trip. No women had ever been allowed. He would make an exception for my daughter.

We met Dan and Greg at the marina. I saw both men give my daughter a once over when we arrived. She was wearing short cut off jeans and a crop top that exposed her belly button piercing. Greg commented that she'd really grown since he'd seen her last.

Dan owns a big ass cabin cruiser. I'm not a boat kinda guy, so I don't know how many feet. It's a big ass cabin cruiser, okay? It has several small bedrooms, a living room type space complete with satellite TV. It's state of the art. There are seating areas on the stern deck in the back and a place where you can sun yourself on the bow.

Dan guided the cruiser out of the marina and into the bay. We rounded the point and headed into the open ocean. We were supposed to be deep sea fishing this time, so Dan went a couple of miles offshore before dropping anchor.

Cydi had disappeared after grabbing a soda. I assumed she was sunning herself on the bow of the boat while we were heading to our fishing spot. Dan anchored the boat and Greg and I began to get the fishing gear out. When Dan came back to the stern, he said, "You're daughter's filled out some since the last time I saw her."

I was dying to tell them I'd been nailing her for a couple of weeks. This was just the type of thing that would appeal to their jaded tastes. I couldn't say anything without Cyndi's permission and I was sure she wouldn't agree. Probably better that way.

"Yeah, she's a pretty girl." I said.

"That red bikini is something else, let me tell you." Dan said. He would have been able to see her on the bow while piloting the boat.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I said. "I told her not to wear that bikini!" She only had one red one, so I knew it was the thong.

Greg wasted no time scampering up the ladder to see for himself. "Holy Mother of God," was his reaction.

Dan and I joined him. Cyndi was lying on her stomach and her perfect ass was on display. The thong disappearing into her ass crack was enough to make a dead man get a woody.

"Wow!" Dan said. "She wasn't lying on her stomach when I saw her. I didn't know it was a thong."

"That little slut is asking for it." I said. "I warned her, but would she listen to me?"

Dan and Greg looked at me, a little surprised I was calling my own daughter a slut. I looked back down at her just as she rolled over. She had taken her top off. She was lying there almost naked. Given the warning I had given her, there was no mistaking her intent. She wanted to fuck every man on this boat. "That's my girl." I thought to myself.

I looked over at my friends, who were riveted by the sight of all that luscious teen skin on display. I thought about how it would feel to watch them fuck my daughter. I could put a stop to this before it ever started. All I had to do was go forward and tell Cyndi to put her top back on. My friends would never dream of doing anything to her without my permission.

"Well, gentlemen, I guess we'll just have to give the lady what she's asking for." I said, smiling.

They looked at me like I was crazy. Dan was the first to catch on. "You're fucking her, aren't you!"

"For about two weeks now." I said sheepishly.

"You sly fucking dog." Greg said.

"Ok, all I ask is that we do her one at a time at first. I don't want to scare her."

"Who gets to go first?" Dan asked.

"I'll let you guys go first." I said. "Flip a coin."

They flipped and Dan won. I told him that if she rebuffed him in any way the deal was off. I also asked him to take her into one of the bedrooms. Group sex could come later. Actually if she agreed to fuck both my friends in private I was going to force her to take me in front of them.




On the Beach



She didn't disappoint me. Dan went up front and chatted her up for a few minutes. She made no move to cover herself. She willingly followed him when he invited her to the bedroom. Greg and I sat in the living area drinking beer, cocks hard as rocks. Greg asked me how she was and I told him she was the best I'd ever had, which was saying a lot.

It wasn't long before we heard full-throated sounds of passion coming from the main bedroom. Jesus I wished I could see what was going on in there. We had agreed that each man would get one orgasm before giving her up to the next man. Dan would tell Cyndi Greg was planning to follow him and ask her if she agreed to fuck him too. If she said no, it stopped there. If she said yes, Greg was to bring her back out with him when he was through. Naked.

Dan came stumbling out smiling and told Greg to go right in. He grabbed a beer and flopped down on the couch.

"That bitch has one tight fucking cunt." He said. "You been fucking her for two weeks?"

"Night and day, my friend." I said.

"She bi-curious?"

"Well, she's definitely curious."

"Man, we've got to introduce her to Lola!"

The thought of watching my daughter entwined with the delectable Lola while she taught her the pleasures a woman's tongue could bring her almost made me cum in my shorts.

"All in good time, my friend."

Greg took his time. I could hear my daughter's moans of delight caused by whatever he was doing to her. We finally heard him shout and figured he had done the deed.

The door opened and Greg came out pulling up his shorts. My daughter followed him naked as the day she was born. Cum was running down her leg. I motioned her over to me and order her to kneel at my feet. I took my throbbing cock out of my shorts and she sucked me down right away with considerably more skill than she had the first time. I'd taught her a trick or two.

"Why are you doing this, baby." I asked her.

My cock popped out of her mouth and she looked up at me. "I knew it's what you wanted, Daddy." She said. "More important, it's what I want."

"That's all I needed to hear, sweetheart. Now suck Daddy's cock for him."

She did.

Afterward..

We walked together into the sex party. Everyone was wearing black party masks over their eyes. Cyndi took off a long coat to reveal herself wearing a skintight see-through lace body suit. Every man there was looking at her. Every man there wanted to fuck her. I sat down in a chair and she knelt before me and took my cock out of my pants. I felt her hot wet mouth engulf me and start sucking. Her technique was perfect because I had taught her well.



On the Beach



The stifling, sultry night air filled the room.

He lay awake, watching the ceiling fan rotate, the gentle breeze falling across his naked body.

Not able to sleep, nor wanting to, he got out of bed and went into the kitchen. The clock on the microwave showed 4.30.

He opened the sliding door and stepped outside. The pre-dawn air was still and inviting. Warm mornings always made his body feel alive, electric: he wanted to be in it.

"The only place to be at a time like this is by the sea," he thought.

Dressing in just his shorts, socks and shoes, he was soon on his bike and heading down the deserted road towards the ocean. His body began to ache for the sweet caress of sand and salt water.

The smell of the sea reached him well before the gentle movement of the water could be heard.

He soon reached the track which lead down to the beach.

Now that he had stopped riding the stillness and heat caught up with him.

Not stopping to think or care, he removed his clothing and walked naked onto the sand, feeling at one with nature around him.

Dropping his clothing, he continued walking until he reached the edge of the still, dark water. The sea lapped at his feet, beckoning him. He decided to savor the moment by lying in the ankle deep water. He closed his eyes as sand and sea moved sensually over his body, cooling and energizing him.

It was then that he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head to see a woman, just ten meters away, walking towards him.

His heart began to race; an amazing mix of excitement and fear came over his body.

He kept watching her as she moved towards him. As she came closer he could see her breasts moving freely under her t-shirt and her slender legs extending from the split in her button up skirt.

The woman continued her walk towards him, seemingly oblivious to the naked man lying in the sea.

She was soon behind him. He turned his head away from her, hoping that the woman would just keep walking. She did.

After she had passed him, he stood up and...

She turned. She was just meters away and looking right at him. He felt like an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

A sudden gust of hot, northerly air blew past him and lifted up the flap of her cotton skirt. He caught a glimpse of the tops of her legs and, to his amazement, her lovely mound of pubic hair. His heart skipped a beat. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

Despite his nervousness he could feel himself becoming aroused and pressure building around his groin.

Slowly, deliberately, she moved towards him, her nipples now plainly visible as they rubbed against her shirt.

Closer she came, and with each step he felt his dick becoming more erect.

"Don't scream," he thought "just don't scream".

She didn't scream. She didn't say anything. She just kept on looking directly at him.

Then she stood right before him.

He looked into her eyes and saw hunger, passion, desire, and a little bit of naughtiness.

She moved her hand to his chest and ran her finger around one of his hardened nipples, then around the other. Then she drew a line down his front from his chest, over his stomach down to his pubic hair.

His breathing was a little erratic now.

She took another step towards him. He could feel her breath on him as she moved her mouth to his shoulders and then his neck, not quite touching but sending shivers up and down his body.

He moved his unsteady hand under her shirt, touching her soft skin around her waist then up until his fingers touched the curve of her breast. His fingers inched over her breast until he found her nipple. He gripped the hardened flesh between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it from side to side. A deep moan came from her throat.

As he played with her nipples she began kissing his neck. At the same time she began sliding her finger over the clear juices that had appeared on the head of his fully erect cock.

He stopped breathing with the sheer, sensual delight of it.

Her mouth moved to his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipples.

He pulled her head up and kissed her chin, then a lip, then full on her open mouth. He felt her tongue move inside his mouth and shuddered with joy.

As they kissed he moved his hand down to the opening in her skirt. As he touched her thighs her legs parted, beckoning him to go into her. His fingers inched up her legs, edging around her thighs and then over her silky lips. Back and forth his fingers moved over her lips and then darted inside her wonderfully moist cunt. Her whole body groaned in response to his touch. He began moving his fingers faster and faster.

She grabbed the throbbing shaft of his cock and start pumping it in time to his fingering.

The musty smell of her arousal was reaching him now, causing him to become dizzy with the ecstasy of it.

Her mouth moved to ear.

"Fuck me," came her hoarse whisper "fuck me".

She let go of his cock and pushed against his shoulders motioning him to lie down.

He lay on the sand and watched as she moved the opening of her skirt aside, giving him the perfect view of her juicy cunt.

She then straddled him and he felt his cock sliding deep into her.

She exhaled an extended, sensual sigh.

As her hips began moving back and forth, he took hold of the bottom of her shirt and lifted it to reveal her tits. He grabbed hold of her boobs, and she moved forward, sliding off his cock. This allowed one of her nipples to fall into his hungry mouth. He sucked hard on her and her body shook with pleasure.

He then moved his knees up so that his cock slid into her again while he was sucking on her. 

He let go of her tits and moved his hands inside the opening of her skirt.

His fingers moved around the back of her and grabbed the firm curves of her arse. Gradually his fingers inched into her crack.

The sensation of fingering her while she fucked him was too much - he was going to cum.

She knew it too and began to ride him quicker, their breathing erratic and wild.

Then his hot juices burst into her and she let out a sharp gasp.

She then used her pelvic muscles to tighten her flaps around his still hard cock.

He looked up at her face which was wearing a devilish grin.

"I'm not finished with you yet," she said.

She sat up and arched her back so that the front opening of her soaked flaps were on show to him.

He grabbed hold of her tits again, moving them while she gyrated her hips in a slow, sensual motion.

He moved one hand and started sliding his finger over her lips, gradually working his way inside her luscious cunt.

In and out his finger moved, faster and faster while her breathing became more intense.

Then she stopped moving and her whole body tensed.

He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and a look of intense concentration had come over her.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and she was staring at him with a wild look which said she had totally succumbed to the sensations of her body.

Then her eyes softened and a smile came to her face followed by a burst of laughter which caused him to laugh as well.

She stood up and took his hand, helping him to his feet.

"What's your name?" she said.

"Tonin," he said "it's Irish". Why had he said that.

"Tonin," she repeated.

"Tonin, you may need to get dressed", she said motioning towards a couple that were walking their dog further down the beach.

He had completely forgotten that he was naked.

He walked back to where his clothes were and put on his shorts. All the time he was thinking that he should have asked her what her name was.

He turned again and she had already begun walking down the beach. He wanted to run after her. Who are you? How did this happen?

The rising sun was in front of her and he could easily make out the shape of her gorgeous body under her clothes.

She seemed to sense that he was looking at her and turned to face him.

In a voice that was barely audible over the sounds of the sea she said, "Sara".

He watched her walk away and wondered if he would ever see her again.



On the Beach



We sit on the beach looking West over the calm surf as the sun settles down at the horizon. Our blanket is soft and dark red, and I lay back and look at the wisps of clouds overhead, orange and purple with the Sun's last lights. I bring my hand up to gently rub your back. Your skin is smooth and warm, and your black hair hangs down so that I can play with it as I rub you. "Come 'ere" I say, and you look over your shoulder at me with a grin. "Come here!" I insist, and I wrap my hands around your waist and tug you toward me. You don't resist much, but lay down next to me and we kiss. I run my hands over your back and shoulders. There's nothing but your bikini between your breasts and my chest and I pull you in tight, running my hand through the hair at the nape of your neck as we kiss, soft wet kisses. I run my hand down to your ass and slip it inside of your bikini so my had is on your bare butt cheek, and you respond by thrusting your tongue into my mouth.

You roll up on top of me, in control, and continue to kiss me deeply. Now both my my hands are free and they explore up and down from your ass and hips up your sides to the base of your breasts. At the back of your top I gently pull the tied strings releasing them. "Wait!" You cry, with an incredulous look in your eye. "Not until I say so!" and you give me a wicked grin. I look directly back in your eyes, saying nothing, and for a moment we just look at each other. Then you slide your lips back down to mine, and just before they touch you say "OK, I say so ..." and as we kiss I loosen the top knot and gently pull your bikini top aside.

We roll back onto our sides and you lift one leg up onto my hip, while we kiss and my hand finds its way to your bare breast. "Your body is magnificent!" I breath in your ear and a little shiver runs down your spine as I gently stroke your breast and kiss your neck and throat. You slide your hips in closer and slowly grind against me, quickly awakening my cock. You nestle in close so my bulge is just below your mound and rub against me. My hand has left your breast and works down to your ass and thigh, probing around to the underside to tease and taunt you. Meanwhile my mouth has found your ample breast and is kissing and nibbling. When my mouth finds your nipple you let out a sigh. It is getting to be just too much, and you slide your hips away and reach down with your hand to squeeze my groin. I'm clearly straining at my bathing suit, so you help me off with it.

We are lying on the beach, the warm salty air blowing over us and the last rays of day spilling their color across the sky. I am naked and you have only your bikini bottoms on. My cock is fully engorged and your hand is slowly stroking up and down it - pausing at the top to rub up and over the head, and rub the frenulum with your thumb. I am sucking firmly at your breasts, and my hands have made their way to your inner thighs. You are on your side with the lower leg extended and the other knee raised up. My hands pet slowly but deliberately up and down your thighs, rubbing across your mound with each stroke. Your pussy is getting good and moist and a few drops of pre-cum have appeared on the end of my penis. You rub the wetness across my penis-head and I let loose with a low moan. My hand is pretty much exclusively on your pussy now, rubbing back and forth, pausing periodically to stroke up and down your inner thighs. You've had about enough of that, so with a quick motion you remove your bottoms and place my hand on your warm wet vulva.

My fingers slide back and forth through your labia, spreading the growing wetness. Then I ease first one, and then two fingers into your vagina, pushing them in deep and resting the heel of my hand against your mound. Meanwhile I'm kissing your chest and your neck and your lips and you are steadily stroking my hard cock. I whisper in your ear "Your body is so sexy ... you are driving me wild!" At that you roll me over and climb on top, in total control. You sit your pussy right on the shaft of my penis and begin to stroke back and forth, rubbing your clit against the hard shaft. The sensation is incredible as your velvety soft labia slide back and forth over the shaft, and your erect clitoris rubs against the tip of my cock. Then you lift up and settle yourself onto me, allowing just the head to penetrate into your vagina. I lay my head back, closing my eyes, sighing with extreme pleasure. Then you are back off and rubbing yourself against my cock, and then up for another shallow dip. Your cunt is so hot and wet, each dip sends waves of sensation down my penis and into my hips. I strain to shove myself up into you, but you hold me off, with that wicked look in your eyes.

I left my knees up part way and you sit back until your back rests against my upper thighs, with one hand holding my cock you lift up onto your feet so that you are squatting over me and then slowly ease yourself all the way down onto me. My cock wants to shoot off right then and there, but I squeeze hard, shutting my eyes, arching my back and groaning loudly as I hold it back. You are moving up and down in a steady rhythm. My hands find their way to your hips and I feel you stroking up and down on my swollen dick. I slide one hand over to your pussy. I lick my thumb and place it across your labia and begin stroking up and down over your clitoris while you stroke up and down my cock. You throw your head back and being to moan with pleasure, spreading your legs wide and pushing your clit into my thumb. The sensation in my dick is growing and spreading down into my pelvis and out into my legs and stomach. My breathing gets heavy and I start to moan. At this you stop, lifting yourself clear of me you turn around, facing my feet. I lower my legs and then you lower yourself onto my throbbing cock. The sight of your wonderful ass stoking up and down over my dick is exhilarating! I put my hands on your hips to guide you, but you will have none of that - keeping control for yourself you continue to fuck me without letting me cum. I give your ass a few playful slaps and you look back over your shoulder, just over your black hair and give me that wicked grin.

You lift yourself off of my cock and slide back pushing your pussy into my face. I bury my face into your folds and begin long licks, starting at your clit and ending just short of your anus. You arch your back, lifting your cunt up for me and my tongue goes to work. With my hands I stroke up your back and around to your breasts, fondling them gently until I work my way to the nipples. I hold each breast between thumb and fore finger just behind the nipple, and gently squeeze and roll them around. My tongue is working on your clit now, lapping with the tip held firm. You throw your head back and moan. There is no stopping it now. Your hips rock back and forth, harder and more spasmodically as you push your pussy into my face and my fingers are squeezing and pulling on your nipples and you let out a cry as your hips buck and thrust. The feeling starts right in the tip of your clit and works down into the depths of your pelvis and then shoots down your legs and up your back. Your nipples are tingling and sending bolts of energy down your tummy to your pussy, where the muscles start to squeeze and flutter. You start bucking wildly now as your orgasm bursts forth, spilling down your vagina and into my face and your voice cries out long and sweet as you rake your clit back and forth over my mouth. I grab hold of each breast with a firm but gentle grip, holding you down as I lap at your pussy and drink your juice. You beg me to stop, but I know you are dying for me to continue. Each stroke sends wave after wave crashing through your midsection and your legs and hips spasm uncontrollably until finally you are lying collapsed on top of me. And as I gently lick up the last few drops, your hungry mouth finds my cock and begins to gently suck it, returning it to its full erection.

We lie there for some time, you ever so gently sucking on my cock, and me gazing with wonder at your beautify vagina, giving little nibbles and kisses to your thighs and running my hands down your back from your shoulders to your incredible ass. Finally, I ease you off of me and back onto the blanket. It is totally dark now and the stars are spectacular. I turn around and ease myself on top of you, sliding my dick slowly into your incredibly hot and wet cunt. I don't take to wild thrusting, but relax onto you, resting my head beside yours so that we are looking into each other's eyes. You take your hands and stroke my back and my ass as I slowly and ever so gently rock back and forth, sliding my penis in and out. I could stay this way for ever, and for what seems like an hour we lie in totally luxury, moving just enough that our genitals maintain their excited state. Slowly but surely the pressure builds in my cock but I work hard to not tense my stomach or my legs, staying just as loose and relaxed as I can. Only my dick is so hard and pulsating with feeling. I close my eyes as I feel the the pressure rising from deep in my pelvis, pushing up to the head of my cock, trailing a fire of sensation behind it, spreading out into my legs and up to my shoulders. As it approaches the end of my dick, I open my eyes to find you looking directly into mine and I let out a low groan as my body begins to shake and rock and the cum pumps out of my dick into your hot cunt. We kiss and keep our eyes locked as my orgasm continues until finally I close my eyes a drift into ecstasy with my penis throbbing and squeezing, ejecting the last drops of cum into your welcoming vagina. My body gives a few last shudders as my muscles give out. You raise your hands over your head, and I raise mine up until our hands are clasped, our lips are lightly brushing and our tongues dancing, our chests, hips, genitals, thighs and legs, resting against each other and the only sound is the crashing of surf and gentle sea breeze.



On The Beach Again



My girlfriend and I had decided to spend the day at the beach. We got up quite late and enjoyed a little fun, which made us late. Eventually we got to the beach around 2 pm, but it wasn't crowded and we soon found a nice spot in the dunes where we could sunbathe and relax without too many others walking by. We settled down on our towels and slipped into our swim clothes. Soon I was enjoying my book and my girlfriend was into her favorite past-time of watching the guys and girls on the beach. Every so often she would distract me when a particularly good-looking body walked close. 

My book was quite erotic anyway and I soon had to turn onto my stomach to avoid my erect cock being a distraction for my girlfriend. I wriggled a little to make a dent in the sand so that my cock would be more comfortable, as the sex level in my book heated up. 

"Hey, Dave!" called my girlfriend, excitedly. "Look over there!" 

I looked where she was pointing, further into the dunes, where it seemed only we could view. There were a couple of girls, slowly stripping off. They didn't bother to put any bikinis on, just lie on their towels in the sand, naked. They both had lovely bodies, quite young, from the size of their boobs. With my story already gone past the first orgasm stage, I was quite aroused anyway and this sight aroused me even more. 

"Nice," I agreed. "Do you know them?" 

"Don't think so, but I'll keep watching anyway," my girlfriend replied with a sexy giggle. 

I went back to my book as I thought the next pages would be even more hot. I was right! Pretty soon, I was squirming in the sand, rubbing my throbbing cock as the girl in the story had another huge orgasm. I looked up at my girlfriend, who was completely engrossed in watching the two girls. She had even slipped her hand down inside her bikinis panties. 

I looked at the two girls and I could see why she was so aroused. One was lying alongside the other, her hand clearly between her friend's legs and caressing her pussy. The girls were kissing passionately. From where I was lying, I could see the girl's fingers starting to slip inside her friend's pussy. I could hear my girlfriend stifling soft moans as she masturbated while watching them. My cock was throbbing and now aching quite nicely! 

A cry of enjoyment reached across the dunes as the girl quite obviously orgasmed from her friend's caresses. And I watched my girlfriend as she too enjoyed a lovely orgasm beside me, cumming with a soft delicious series of groans. What could I do now? One part of me wanted to enjoy an orgasm, another part wanted to enjoy my girlfriend's pussy on my tongue. And the third part wanted to go over to those girls and enjoy them! 

The telephone decided it for us. My girlfriend's cell phone rang and she answered it. It was her girlfriend - they discussed what she had just enjoyed and they both must have giggled sexily. It seemed to turn my girlfriend on even more. So while whe was talking, I reached across and slipped my hand inside her panties. She groaned loudly and I couldn't believe how wet she was. Her clit was so sensitive I had to avoid touching it for fear of turning her right off. I slipped two of my fingers inside her wet pussy and began to play with her. 

She was now relating what I was doing to her girlfriend on the phone. And when I looked up, it was obvious that the two girls were now enjoying watching us playing. They were lying close together caressing each other and their eyes were fixed on us. 

"Are you coming over?" asked my girlfriend on the phone. "OK, we'll see you in about 15 minutes. Great!" 

The thought of being with my girlfriend and her girlfriend excited me a lot. I'd already enjoyed them both before several times, but never outdoors. I began to push my fingers more deeply into my girlfriend's pussy. 

"Take off my panties," she urged, "then I can relax and cum for you." 

It was easy to slip off her bikini pants and then I could admire her lovely shaven pussy. 

"Well, lick me then!" she demanded. "Isn't that what you want to do?" 

I didn't answer, but dutifully moved between her legs, which she lifted up and spread wide for me. Her pussy was really soaking and her juices were dribbling out copiously. She tasted gorgeous on my tongue as I gently teased her pussy lips apart. 

"Those girls are watching you," giggled my girlfriend, "You'd better do a good job!" 

I was already pushing my tongue as far into her pussy as I could, my face completely covered with her juices. Her groans of pleasure filled the air. I thought that probably the girls could hear her. I moved my attentions to her clit and started stroking it gently with my tongue, up and down, across both ways and in little circles, until she was quivering with excitement. I slipped two, then three fingers into her wet pussy, delighting in her 'ooomphs' of enjoyment. I just kept licking her clit and gently pushing my fingers in and out of her pussy until I felt her tensing for a big orgasm. I wanted to stop then and see what would happen. So I did! She squealed in frustration. 

"I was right on the edge, you bastard!" she cried, and I could hear the two girls giggling. 

She pushed me away and just lie there, her legs spread wide, masturbating herself with her fingers until with a loud cry and several groans, she exploded into a gigantic orgasm, writhing on the towel and almost falling into the sand. 

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed when she'd had a moment to calm down. "I really needed that one!" 

The two girls were now caressing each other again, not watching us now, but concentrating on each other. At that moment, my girlfriend's phone rang again. 

"Yes, we're still here," she answered. "I've just orgasmed hard, hee hee! Yes, just to the left of where we were before. And to the back a little more. It's quite private here." 

In a few moments, I saw her girlfriend climbing up the sand dune towards us. She looked stunning in a bright orange bikini, her body perfectly proportioned and soooo hot. I knew my girlfriend liked what she saw too, because she whistled in appreciation. The two girls kissed passionately, and then her girlfriend kissed me, also without limits. Her tongue rushed into my mouth and her hands immediately sought out my hard shaft. 

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed as her hand found and squeezed my rock hard shaft. "Haven't you relieved our little toy boy yet, Judy?" 

"No!' replied my girlfriend , "He's been too busy licking me and reading his sexy book. Oh, and watching those two babes over there." 

Sam followed the wave of her hand and her eyes widened in delight as she saw the two girls caressing each other quite wildly. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, they do look tasty," grinned Sam, who was a confirmed lesbian - but she did let me enjoy her more times than once. 

"Shall we give them something else to watch?" chuckled Sam, still holding firmly to my throbbing cock. 

"I suppose he does deserve a treat, doesn't he?" grinned my girlfriend, sitting up and letting her boobs spill out of her bikini top. 

Sam's hands went from my cock to Judy's boobs and they caressed and kissed again for a while. I always get so hot watching the two of them and this time was no exception. I was soon aching even more to cum. 

"Lie on your back," ordered Sam to me, and I immediately did as I was told. 

Her expert and gentle hands soon released my cock from its tight prison within my beach shorts. 

"Oooooo, it's just so beautiful," she cooed, handling it gently but deliciously. 

Judy also joined in with her hands and the two of them massaged and stroked my cock lovingly, in full view of the two girls. They'd obviously both enjoyed orgasms and were now awake to more stimulation. The sight of my big cock being played with by my two girls was at least something to watch. 

"Oh,oh, oh!" I cried as the two friends brought me closer and closer to orgasm. 

I wanted a mouth to complete the stimulation, but I was to be denied that pleasure. I felt my cock begin to twitch in readiness for cumming. I saw the two girls stand up and begin walking towards us. As my cock started to spurt out a huge fountain of hot cum, the girls knelt down beside my two girls and enjoyed watching and playing with my cum as my cock just kept on spurting. 

When I was completely drained, the four girls all got wrapped up around each other and I was treated to a most wonderful girl orgy, in amongst which my cock was played with, sucked, caressed, teased and otherwise tortured, without a pussy being offered for me to enjoy, not even with my tongue. Later, much later as the sun began to go down, the girls tired of their numerous orgasms and just lie in a pile caressing each other gently. 

Finally, we decided it was time to go and leaving Sam with the other two girls, Judy and I walked off the beach. Before we reached the car, however, Judy had me lie on the grassy edge and she rode my cock urgently until I spurted into her hard and she writhed into a great orgasm. 

"I needed that so often this afternoon!" she explained, "But I couldn't get enough of those girls!"



On the Beach Alone



My friend Matt has a beach house in Southern California. When he's away on business, he has me house-sit. His beach is a private one, unlike in Malibu, and he told me I could frolic topless, bottomless, be like a fish in the water, as no one ever comes by. He had a lovely tan, so I assumed he did it all the time.

One afternoon, I decided to give it a try. I'm fair-skinned, so luckily there's a small group of trees in which patio furniture sits, nicely shaded from the sun. I pulled out a beach towel and stretched it out on one of the long, sturdy wooden lounge chairs, with those nice cushions you could sleep the hours away on. I shucked my bathing suit, and slathered on the sunscreen. Shade notwithstanding, I wasn't going to get parts of me burned that never saw the sun before!

It was kind of wild, feeling the breeze on my bare bod, Really delightful, actually. I laid down on the lounge chair and found myself getting turned on by the whole "natural" thing. I opened up my legs, and exposed myself to the ocean air. The dappled sun was dancing on my sweet pussy lips and clit.

My hand worked its way down to my thigh and I started tickling the inner portion, first one side, then the other. I could feel my pussy getting hot, puffy, and wet. I played and tickled and diddled myself for about 15 minutes into a couple orgasms.I was working on a third, when.... "Hello, Oh exCUSE me!"

With a shriek I grabbed the towel and covered myself with it. My heart was pounding, and I was terrified. I must have been so out of it masturbating that I never heard anyone approach. Standing there was a sandy-haired stockily-built man in swimshorts holding a beach bag with a bemused look on his face.

"WHO the hell are you?" I yelled. "And what the FUCK do you think you're doing here?"

"I might ask the same of you darlin'."

Oh my. An Irishman. I hadn't noticed the accent when he scared the shit out of me . "I asked first! This is a private beach and you're trespassing!" He said his name was Connor and he was a friend of Matt's, and had been told to drop in when he was in the area. He hadn't found Matt home, so he'd come down to the beach for a swim when he came upon me, as he put it, "interestingly occupied".

My anger abated a bit, but I was still shaken. I told him my name, what my relationship to Matt was, and how I was pissed that didn't call out from further away.

"First off, I just saw someone layin' in a chair. I had no idea what was goin' on, and I came up ta introduce meself to ya. I'm so sorry I gave ya such a fright. And about what ya were doin; ---darlin' ya have nuthin' to be ashamed about. I've done it a few times meself when I'm here alone. Somethin' about being naked as ya were born, out in God's lovely world, just brings it on ya." 

Oh man, that Irish brogue sounded so sweet and charming. How could I stay pissed at this guy?

He went on... "Pleasurin' yerself is the most natural and wonderful thing there is, (and here his voice dripped with sarcasm) despite what Holy Mother Church and the Pope'll tell ya." I couldn't help myself -- I started laughing.

His face brightened and he said "now there ya have it. Yer so much prettier when ya smile." I was warming up to him. 

I responded, "well that's true. I once heard that 'those who no play-a the game no make-a the rules."

He laughed heartily. "That's a good one, can't say as I ever heard it before. Now, my girl, I have a wee proposition for ya."

"And what might that be?" I asked. 

"How's about I get in the same lovely condition I found ya in, and we become like a pair of wood nymphs?" he smirked. What did I have to lose? Not only had he seen me naked, he'd seen me doing the most private thing a person can do to themselves. 

"All right" I said, imitating his brogue, "go on then, lad". Laughing, he pulled his swimsuit off and threw it on the lounge chair.

He must have been slightly excited at the sight of me masturbating, as he had a partial erection. He had the reddish-blonde hair everywhere, and while not overly long, his cock was thick and stocky like he was, and....he interrupted my thoughts.

"I'm not hung like a stallion, if that's what yer thinkin'." I must have been staring. 

"No, it's you men who are obsessed with length, not us women. I was thinking that it's been a long time since I've seen an uncircumcised man." He seemed relieved.

"Oh that. Well, in Europe we prefer to leave things as God made 'em". My pa' his brothers, me brothers, most every male I know is uncut. You Americans are in such a lather over the the terrible things they do in Somalia to the womens' privates. Ya ought ta be mountin' a campaign here ta stop male genital mutilation." 

I waved my arm in assent. "Hey, you're preachin' to the choir with me. I always thought it was barbaric and unnecessary. Some brave souls don't knuckle under to the pressure to have their boys resemble their daddies and the other boys in the locker room, but they're few and far between."

He sat back down on the lounge chair. "So, darlin', we have a common philosophy right off the bat!" 

I smiled and shook my head. "You're too much!". 

"Ah, girl, ya haven't even begun ta find out. Now let's get started, shall we?" I looked at him quizzically. "Y'know, the self-pleasurin'." I didn't make a move. "Ah, ya chicken!" and he grabbed my hand and put it on top of my V. "Here, I'll start since yer shy."

I would have never admitted it to him, he was a total stranger, but I find the sight of a man fondling his penis waayyy erotic. I suppose they feel the same way, which is why he had a half-stiffie seeing me.

He laid back and closed his eyes. He stroked his cock with his right hand, letting the thumb slide over the glans when he got to the top. When he got to the bottom, and the glans was exposed, he took his left hand and ran his fingers over it, drawing a pleasurable sound from him. He opened his eyes and said "Ya see, we're much more sensitive here 'cause it hasn't been hangin' out all our lives." He continued stroking, watching me intently. "Well come on, get on with it, don't leave me goin' solo!"

It was only fair. My legs still closed, I ran my middle finger down my cleft and up again, feeling the wonderful sensations as my finger encountered the entrance, the inner lips, and then the clit. I started getting wet and hot again, and my left hand fondled my breast, tickling the nipple. 

I took my right hand from my pussy and put some moisture on both nipples. His eyes were locked onto my breasts as I tickled the nipples with my index fingers, very lightly and quickly, back and forth, back and forth. I shuddered as a little "come" rippled through me. "Ah my dear, yer beautiful" he said breathily.

Emboldened, I let my hand travel back down, and this time I opened my legs wide, soles of feet together. How marvelous it was to feel the breeze so cool on my wet pussy, it was intoxicating. I looked over at him, and he was stroking himself quite firmly and more quickly.

I ran my fingers up and down my wetness, stopping every now and then to tickle my clit very quickly with middle finger, which always brought an ooh or ahh or ohhh from me. I kept this up for a while, watching him stroke his cock as he watched me play with my pussy. I looked right in his eyes and brought my finger up to my mouth and licked its entire length, having lost all inhibitions. 

He moaned "Oh ma God, girl, I canna take it anymore!" In a flash, he was over on my chaise, kneeling in front of me. He grabbed a cushion from his chaise and indicated for me to lift my hips. I didn't even ask, he was so on fire! He started pulling me towards him, tucking the pillow under my back, with my butt on his chest "C'mon now! Scootch up to me, put yer legs over me shoulders." 

Well, THIS was a new one on me! Any embarrassment I might have felt due to my pussy being right under his chin was totally abated when he said "oh Lord, girl, yer sweet pussy is a garden of delights."

My freaking heart melted right then and there. He put his whole mouth right on it and nuzzled and kissed and licked, moving his head side to side, going up and down it. I thought I would faint. "Oh my GOD! I yelled. "This is unbelievable!!" 

He raised his face, wet with my juices and laughed -- "remember when ya said I was too much? Whaddya think now?"

I grabbed his hair with both hands and plunged him back into me. He tongued my clit, he licked my 'rose petals' as he called them. And when I thought I'd experienced it all, I felt his tongue plunge into me! 

He moved it in circles, he flicked it side to side, he curled the tip in a "come here" motion that tickled my G-spot. I screamed into the open air with pleasure as I came with more force than I ever remembered!

He stayed right there tonguing me until I was finished coming. He lowered my butt down on the chaise and removed the pillow. Leaning over, he rubbed his wet cheeks on my abdomen, one side and then the other.

He laid back down on his chaise. "We'll give ya a slight breather to recover, and then we can get back to our mischief." 

He still had a full hard-on after all that time. "Good Lord!, what kind of vitamins do you take?" I asked him.

He laughed "the right kind, apparently." He started fondling himself again.

I wasn't all that worn out, but I stayed where I was for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of him handling his penis. It aroused me so that I moved over to his chaise, knelt between his legs, and removed his hand from his dick. "My turn!" I said, and I put my mouth over his knob. I pulled down, so it was exposed, and let my tongue dance all over it. He let out a long sigh of contentment. head back, and eyes closed.

I moved my mouth down the shaft, letting my tongue circle it, I cupped his balls in my left hand, bobbling them between my fingers,while my right middle and ring fingers pressed and massaged the root of his cock.

He opened his eyes to watch me "ah, so you know a thing or two about this...." 

I continued my licking and sucking and tonguing, moving my head up and down him faster and faster. His breaths became heavier and shorter. Not wanting him to come yet, I stopped all action and took my mouth off him.

When he moaned "don't stop on me now..." I explained: "Sweet boy, I'd love to do for you what you did for me, but I want that gorgeous thing inside me -- NOW!" He grinned "well if ya must." He gestured me back to my chaise, and mounted me. "I hope ya don't mind the old classic missionary,it's just that I want ta see the woman I'm making love to, come." I put my arms around his neck, and my legs crossed over his back, as he slowly entered me. "Oh God, you feel wonderful," I moaned. 

"So ya like a little bit of "stout" after all?" I rolled my eyes at his double entendre as he quickly pushed and pulled the first 2" of his dick right at my entrance. I shivered with a little "come" from that bit of stimulation. He looked a little surprised.

"I'd have made for a lousy man," I shrugged.

"Well, you ladies do get that extra bonus of multiple comings, not that it makes up for the other rubbish ya have ta put up with." he noted. 

"Another bit of philosophy we agree onnnnnnnn!" and then I was stopped short when he pushed his cock in all the way. Oh, the delightful fullness -- I could feel all of him.

He read my face, and pulled back and so slowly pushed his cock all the way in again. He kept repeating this but increased the speed that he pulled out before he slowly pushed back in. He kept this going until I was pushing my pussy up against him with each thrust, begging him to go faster, begging him to make me come.

He obliged, fucking me harder and harder. I could feel his balls slapping against me as my cunny tightened around him.as the sweet desire built up and up and UP. His eyes looked right into mine, and then "Oh God, Connor, I'm going to come!" The wave broke so gloriously, and he gasped out "I'm right behind ya!" Push and push and PUSH and then in his own wonderful spasm of ecstasy he howled "ah YESSSSSSS!!!" echoing all down the beach.

After he spent himself, he laid down on me with his head on my shoulder. I could feel both our hearts pounding, our chests heaving, the little aftershocks in my pussy. We laid that way for about 15". Then he raised his head up and kissed me squarely on the lips. "I'm so glad I decided to visit the beach today!" his impish grin was matched by my own. We were sticky with sweat and our own juices, but the ocean was close by. 

"Last one into the water buys dinner!" I yelled, and pushed him off me onto the sand.



On the Beach at Night



Hi again. It's me, Emi. Sorry It's been so long since I've written but I kind of had a busy summer, and then it was back to school. Things have settled down a bit now so maybe I can start to bring you up to date.

So much has happened I hardly know where to start. I guess I should go in order. There's one story I haven't told you about last winter, before I left for Japan. I guess how it started was one of my friends had suggested that if Ryosuke and I wanted to be alone together, we should go to the beach at night. I thought this was a great idea. I mean, I don't usually go out at night all that much. The buses to my house stop pretty early, and I'm worried about waking up my host family's kids, but, anyway, at least if it was at night there probably wouldn't be anyone around so we wouldn't have to worry about being seen. Or that's what I thought at first, anyway. I told Ryosuke and we made a date to try it.

After school, I came home and ate supper with my host family. I told them I had to go out and meet a friend to get ready for a project at school. I know that you're not supposed to lie and stuff, but my host mom has met Ryosuke, and I didn't want her to worry about me.

I waited for a while, and once it started to get dark, I phoned Ryosuke and we arranged to meet in front of this 24 hour convenience store not far from the beach. Before I left, I went upstairs to my room to change into some fresh clothes. It gets a little bit windy out at night especially on the beach so I decided to dress warm. Over my underwear, I put on these black tights and then my blue jeans, a white blouse and a big red sweater. Maybe it wasn't that cold, but I decided to take along my long white coat too. I know Ryosuke doesn't like it when I wear jeans (he prefers mini-skirts), but anyway, with any luck, tonight, we would finally get a chance to be alone together so I thought he wouldn't mind too much.

Because I knew I wouldn't be able to take a bus back, I decided to bike down to the beach. I was a bit worried about my coat getting caught on a pedal, so I folded it up and wrapped it around my waist, but it was pretty warm so I ended up taking it off and putting it in my bag. There was a bit of a breeze blowing but it felt nice biking along through the quiet streets to meet Ryosuke.

It's downhill most of the way to the beach so I got there pretty quickly. I don't usually go to the beach in the winter, but I managed to find the convenience store soon enough. I looked around, but he wasn't there yet so I chained my bike up to the railing by the road, found a place to sit down and looked out at the ocean. I started thinking about how this was the same Pacific that I had seen in Japan, and wondering how people back home were doing.

Every once in a while a car would drive by, but otherwise it was pretty quiet. I began to wonder if this was the right place, but before I went to phone, Ryosuke showed up.

"Sorry. I had a bit of trouble getting away." According to him, his host parents are pretty friendly so I imagined that they'd been talking together.

"That's OK." The wind had started to pick up a bit so I took out my coat again and put it on, while Ryosuke chained up his bike. After he was done, he kind of looked me up and down. As I expected, he looked a bit disappointed that I was wearing jeans, but he didn't say anything about it.

"Here let's get something to drink." We went into the convenience store. I got a mineral water, and he bought a ginger ale. There were a few other customers in the store. I started to worry that they might be headed to the beach too.

After we'd got our drinks, we went outside, crossed the street and started walking along the beach. This is the biggest and most popular beach in town, so it has, like, a boardwalk and washrooms and little hot dog stands that are open in the summer. The beach season is much longer here than in Japan, but it was still officially winter so everything was closed up. The wind was pretty strong but warm.

We kept on walking along the boardwalk until a line of trees on the left started blocking the view from the road. We were kind of hoping to find a place that you couldn't see from the road or the beach, but the tree line was pretty straight, and inside the woods, there were too many bushes for us to lie down there.

I was almost ready to give up, when Ryosuke pointed out this place where some of the trees were a bit further back from the others. It still seemed quite out in the open to me, but I couldn't really see anyone else on the beach. There were these dark shapes here and there, but they didn't seem to be moving, so I guessed that they were not people, maybe pieces of wood or something. I wanted to go over and take a look, but it was kind of scary in the dark, so I decided to stay with Ryosuke.

Meanwhile, he had taken out a plastic sheet and a couple of beach towels, and spread them out on the sand. I kept standing nervously looking back along the beach to see if anyone was coming this way. The moon was out, and so it was still pretty bright. Ryosuke sat down on the one of the towels, and motioned for me to do the same. I had this strong feeling that we were being watched, but not wanting to spoil the mood, I finally sat down next to him.

We just kind of sat there for a while looking out at the ocean and listening to the waves lap up on the shore. It was pretty romantic. Still, I couldn't help worrying, and I kept looking back the way we had come. Ryosuke put his arm around me, and tried to comfort me, but my heart was still beating pretty fast. He looked into my eyes and said,

"It's OK. Don't worry. No one will come," and then kissed me gently. He has such soft lips. I took a deep breath, and relaxed a little. He put his arms around me and gently lowered me till my back was on the towel. He started kissing me more and more, and then started undoing the buttons on my coat. I tensed, almost pushing him away, but he looked at me calmly and reassured me that it was alright.

I relaxed again, but I could still hear my heart beating loudly in my chest. He popped open the button on my blue jeans and pulled down the zipper. I looked up at the stars, and tried to reassure myself.

"It'll be OK. It'll be OK," I kept repeating as if that would keep people from coming. I felt his hands slip in under the waistband of my panties and felt the air rush in as he pulled them down, my jeans and tights with them. They were pretty tight so it was a bit of a struggle. I lifted my bum up a little and felt a kind of thrill as my mound, thighs, knees and calves were each in turn exposed to the night air. Rather than take off my shoes, he left my jeans tangled around my ankles. I wanted to reach down and pull them back up, but I couldn't get a foothold to sit up. I felt so helpless and vulnerable. For a second, I was afraid he was going to tie up my arms too, but he didn't.

Ryosuke kissed me softly again, and then reached up under my blouse and bra to gently touched my breasts. My breasts and especially my nipples are very sensitive, and I could feel them getting harder from his touch. I tried to sit up again, but I didn't have the strength. It was like I was under a magic spell. I just lay back and shivered with pleasure as he found exactly the right places to touch me.

I felt his hands slide down the sides of my body and then out from under my clothes. I could tell he was trying to bring his mouth close to my secret place. I tried to spread my legs, but they were caught in the jeans. Giving up, he motioned for me to roll over. I did, and then he put his hands on my waist and lifted till I was on all fours. He flipped my coat up on to my back.

I felt so obscene, like an animal with my naked bum sticking up in the cool night air. He began flicking at my private place with his tongue. I thought of my host family fast asleep back at the house, and I felt even more embarrassed. My hips started moving back and forth all on their own as his tongue circled round and round.

Just when I was starting to get into it, he pulled away and started rummaging through his bag. Panting, I lowered my head onto the towel, my bum still high in the air. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. He had that wild look too, but suddenly he said,

"Emi. I hate to tell you this, but I forgot to bring the condoms."

At first, I was so far gone that I didn't really understand what he had said. I felt cold "down there", so I reached down between my legs and started stroking myself while he watched (I want you to know that I don't normally do things like that, but for some reason I just couldn't help myself).

"Did you hear me? I said I don't have any condoms." He had suddenly started to look very serious. "Listen, I think that they sell some at that convenience store. Let's go get some." I rolled over on my back and finally managed to sit up with my jeans still binding my ankles.

"OK." I was slowly starting to come back to earth. I reached down for my underwear and tights and started to pull them up, but Ryosuke kneeled down next to me and said,

"I've got a better idea." At first, I wasn't sure what he was up to, but he undid my shoes and took them off. Then he grabbed the waist band of my panties, tights and jeans and pulled them right off. He put my shoes back on and did them up, tucking my other clothes away in his bag.

"You can go like that." I looked down in disbelief at the tuft of black pubic hair sticking out from under my sweater. At the bottom, my hair was pretty wet.

"No, I can't. Everyone will see me." He pulled me to my feet and then started doing up the buttons on my coat.

"No one will be able to tell. C'mon, it'll be fun." I looked down at my coat. It covered most of my thighs, but there was a slit in the back and an opening in the front. I just sort of stood there in shock for a minute while he hid our stuff in the trees. "C'mon, let's go."

As I started walking, I could feel the sea breeze blowing on my legs and bum and my most sensitive place. It tickled and was getting me pretty excited.

"Uh Ryosuke, this feels... uh... kind of weird."

"That's the fun of it. Just enjoy." I was still pretty high from Ryosuke's caresses, and now here I was walking along with only a flimsy coat to cover my naked hips. I was shivering not so much from fear as from the tickling feeling 'down there.' As we came within sight of the road, I straightened the front of my coat, so people wouldn't be able to see my legs (or worse). I didn't have any socks on, so my ankles and calves were exposed -- just so long as they don't see much higher.

As we neared the road, a car drove by, and my coat tails flew up in the wind.

"Kyaa!" I pushed the coat back down and held it. "Uh Ryosuke, I don't think this is such a good idea." He grabbed my hand and started pulling me across the road. The two halves of the front of the coat fell to the side exposing my thighs. I was feeling more and more strange with the warm breeze blowing gently between my legs.

Ryosuke pulled me into the store, and then let go of my hand and went off to look for condoms. I straightened up my coat again, and walked to the back of the store to try to hide. There were still a few customers walking around. I ended up standing right at the end of one of the high shelves out of view of the cash, but in view of the street through the large front window. There didn't seem to be anyone outside, but it was dark so it was hard to tell.

I looked at my reflection in the glass. I looked kind of strange in my coat with no socks, but other than that I looked OK I guess. Soon enough, Ryosuke came up from behind and gave me a hug.

"I found some." he said obviously happy. He just kind of stood there holding me like that till the other customers all left. A man walked right past us on the other side of the window, but then it became quiet again. There was a radio or something playing at the front of the store, but we couldn't see nor hear the cashier. Maybe he was taking a break.

Ryosuke started looking at my reflection in the glass.

"I feel silly," I said.

"You look great." He glanced toward the front and then started fumbling with the buttons on my coat. I slapped his hand, but he just ignored me and started to undo them.

"Ryosuke! What are you doing?"

"I just want to see how you look." At first, I thought he was just joking, but when he got the second button undone I started to freak. I tried to break free, but he held me tighter pinning my arms to my sides. The last button popped, and he opened my coat exposing my pubic hair directly towards the large window facing the street. I was so upset I almost screamed, but he muffled my mouth with his hand. I tried to bite his hand, but he pulled the coat further back and spanked my naked bottom.

"Now you are asking for it," he said. I finally broke away, but as I did, he grabbed a hold of the shoulders of my coat and pulled. My arms got twisted up and back, and I was panicking because I was now half naked in the brightly lit store. I looked back begging him with my eyes to let go, but he pulled even harder, pulling the coat right off. I looked down in shock quickly covering my pubis and bum with either hand. Ryosuke backed off a pace or two and folded the coat over his arm.

"Oh c'mon Ryosuke. Give that back." Afraid that someone might walk by, I moved away from the window and into the center aisle. I could see the front counter but not the cashier. "Hurry, before someone comes."

"You almost bit me."

"You were trying to take off my coat."

"That's no reason to bite me." I looked anxiously back at the counter. Still no sign of the cashier.

"Listen Ryosuke, we don't have time for this. Just give me back the coat, OK?"

"If you are nice to me, I'll consider it." I was becoming more and more frightened with each passing second. The hand over my pussy was starting to feel wet.

"OK, OK, I'll be nice. I'll do whatever you want. Just give me back the coat."

Ryosuke started walking towards the front of the store, picked up a box of condoms and handed them to me.

"I'll give it back if you buy these for me." I pulled the hand from my bum and took them. He handed me a ten dollar bill.

"Oh, c'mon. You've got to be kidding, right?" He walked towards the front and then turned towards the main entrance. Not sure what else to do I slowly edged forward. No sign of the cashier.

"Excuse me. We'd like to buy something here," Ryosuke called out towards the back room. The cashier came rushing out.

"Yes," he said looking at Ryosuke, "What would you like?" Still holding my pubis, I stepped right up to the counter trying to hide my lower body behind it.

"We'll take these." I put the box and the money down on the counter, and his eyes widened when he realized what they were. Ryosuke came up next to me at least shielding me from the door. He flashed the cashier a big smile, and patted me on the bum. I was starting to feel faint. Finally, Ryosuke unfolded the coat and wrapped it around my shoulders.

The cashier handed him the change while I put my arms through the sleeves. We quickly hurried out of the store with the cashier staring after us. Ryosuke laughed out loud.

"Man, that was such a rush, don't you think?" In the cool air, I started to come out of my haze. I quickly did up all the buttons on my coat and crossed the street.

"Do you think he'll follow us?" We both looked back, but he wasn't moving. I looked at Ryosuke seriously. "Promise me you'll never do anything like that again." The grin disappeared from his face.

"OK I'm sorry ... but don't bite me, you hear?" I nodded. We both went silent, and then all of a sudden I broke out laughing.

"I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life." He started laughing too.

"You looked so sexy standing there like that. You are such an incredible woman, Emi." Once we were out of sight of the store, we stopped on the beach and looked into each other's eyes. He gave me the softest kiss. We were still pretty far from our stuff, but we were starting to get in the mood again. He took a hold of my top button and then hesitated as if asking permission. I smiled shyly and looked down. He undid the buttons and gently pulled the coat off again.

"You really do look better this way. You ought to try it more often." Having been in a bright store bottomless, the dark beach didn't feel quite so bad. The dark shapes were still there but no sign of people. He started to pull my sweater up. I felt the fear returning, but I also felt a different feeling. I wanted to be free of my clothes, to not have to worry who was watching. If something happens, he'll protect me, I know it.

He pulled the sweater off and over my head, and began to undo my blouse. Off to the left, back toward the store, I caught a glimpse of car headlights going by. He got the blouse off and then my bra. I was naked except for my shoes.

"You are so beautiful." He began kissing my breasts, bobbing his tongue against the nipples. I started shaking again with fear and excitement. He knelt down and put his tongue between my legs.

"Oh Ryosuke, don't ..." It felt so good that my knees were getting weak. I almost fell over, but he picked me up in his arms, and carried me. I looked around and realized he was heading back towards the convenience store. I hit him on the chest.

"OK, OK." He stopped and set me down on the sand within view of the store but still some distance away. He took out his manhood and opened one of the condom packets. "Here stick your ass up in the air like it was before."

More terrified than ever, I obeyed. I was shivering and shaking as I gazed forlornly at the store praying that the cashier couldn't see us in the dark. Suddenly I felt Ryosuke's hand grab my hips. I shuddered as he slowly eased his manhood into me. He felt so big. I guess he must have been pretty excited to. I could hear this squishy noise as he began to rock back and forth driving his penis ever deeper inside of me. Ryosuke leaned forward and gently cupped my breasts in his hands, as he slowly eased his penis in and out of my pussy. His hands felt so warm and soft. It felt so good I was going crazy with desire. I started to gasp like some kind of animal. I lifted my head to see a car drive by, but I didn't care. I just wanted more.

Ryosuke started pushing his legs which were between mine outwards causing me to spread wider and wider. I could feel the air tickling me right up inside my pussy. As I spread, he managed to push deeper and deeper inside of me. It felt like heaven. He kept thrusting in as I gasped over and over. Unable to take it anymore, my whole body rocked as I felt the first wave of orgasm hit me. I thought that that would finish him too but he was still going. As I slowly came down again, I dug my knees into the sand and started squeezing him to help him along.

"Oh, Emi, don't  don't " but it was too late his gun went off. I could feel his semen pouring out into the condom in wave after wave. We were both breathing heavily. Finally he started to pull out his weapon, but it felt good as it slid out. To tell you the truth I didn't want to finish yet. I turned over, and sat down on the sand, my legs spread wide apart.

"Sorry, I  uh, was just trying to help," I offered shyly. He pulled out some wet tissues (do they have those here? Antiseptic ones I mean.) from his pocket and handed me one for me to clean myself off. I wiped off my pussy, carefully because it was still quite sensitive. I started shivering again with pleasure at the feel of the damp towel on my clit. I had sand all over my hands and knees and now on my bum. I got up on my knees, but suddenly realized I was completely naked in the middle of the public beach. It was still pretty dark out, but I began to feel more and more vulnerable.





On the Beach at Night



Ryosuke helped me brush off the sand, but then he got up and ran towards where our stuff was.

"Just wait right here for a sec. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"To get my camera."

As he walked further and further away, I began to feel frightened again. I slowly stood up, feeling so weird being naked out in the open like that. I ran over to where my coat was, and squatted down to pick it up. Quickly, I put it on, and then picked up my bra, blouse and sweater in a bundle. Another car drove by, so I quickly scurried back to where Ryosuke was.

He had fished out his camera, and was trying to figure out how it worked. I finally found my backpack among the trees and pulled it out. I dug out my undies, and was about to put them on when Ryosuke came back.

"Here I want to take some pictures."

Of course I knew exactly what he meant, but I was beginning to feel more and more afraid that we would be discovered.

"It'll give us something to remember this night by, a memento of our love."

I knew he was saying this to get me to strip for him, but it was kind of a romantic idea. I set my undies back down on my bag, and let him lead me out of our hiding place toward the sea. We both looked nervously up and down the beach to make sure no one was there.

"Here give me your coat."

I froze up, my sense of modesty having fully returned by now.

"C'mon c'mon, it'll just take a minute."

I walked back into the shadow of the trees, and hesitantly started undoing the buttons. We'd already had sex in view of the convenience store. Wasn't that enough?

Ryosuke came around behind me and eased my coat off my shoulders.

"OK, just for a few seconds," I finally agreed. He set my coat down on top of my bag, and motioned for me to walk out into the middle of the beach. I peeked out from around the trees looking to see if someone had come. It was still pretty quiet. I was shivering again from the feeling of being nude outdoors. I looked back at Ryosuke for reassurance, and he nodded for me to go ahead, so I very cautiously stepped out onto the beach. What would my classmates think if they caught me like this? I put my hand between my legs, and realized I was getting wet again. OK anyway I better get this over with.

As I stepped forward the flash went off behind me lighting up the whole beach.

"What are you doing?" I softly yelled back at him.

"Sorry. I love the way your ass looks."

I blushed a bit flattered.

"Anyway, hurry up." I walked out into the middle of the beach my hair standing up on end from the feeling of being nude outdoors. He took a couple more shots of my backside, the flash lighting up the darkness.

"This is crazy," I said glancing nervously back towards the store. "Someone will notice for sure." He took one shot of me standing facing him and then said,

"Get down."

Not sure what he meant, I looked at him.

"On all fours."

I felt really embarrassed, but I did as he said. He came really close and stroked my back like I was a dog or something. He walked around taking pictures from all angles, but stopped at my rear, and ran his finger up my slit.

"Jesus, you're soaked." I looked back at him embarrassed, but he just kneeled down and started feeling for my clit.

"Hey!" I squealed, but he'd already found it, and the strength went out of me, as he skillfully started touching me. He leaned forward, and licked my bum cheek, and suddenly I was starting to feel horny again. I spread my legs and raised my bum up high as he licked me. I glanced nervously down the beach, but I was already getting close to another orgasm. He unzipped his pants and pulled out another condom, as I looked back at him begging him to do me.

He grabbed my hips and slid it right in. I was still high from the time before, and it wouldn't take much to push me over the edge. I motioned for him to sit down and then I squatted on top of him, letting him see as I pulled his penis up between my pussy lips and then slid back down pushing him deep inside of me. I wanted to have the two of us go off at the same time, but as I found just the right angle for me I forgot about him, and started bouncing up and down like wild. I could tell he was close so I got down on my knees and tried to find just the right rhythm. My body was so hot I was sweating, but I could feel this cool liquid running down the inside of my legs. He went off first, but this was just enough to push me over too.

After we'd finished I stayed on top of him and started playfully tilting my body bending his penis this way and that. He had this pained look on his face so finally I ease up and got off of him. I love the feeling when it is sliding out. He looked completely done in, but I was still ready for more. Slowly I came back down to earth, and went and got dressed. That was the first time I guess we ever did it twice in one day. I don't know if anyone saw us, but afterwards I started to worry about it again.


Anyway, that's all for now. I'll try to write up our more recent adventures when I get a chance.

Emi Tsuruta