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Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 01

By: oldhippie1949



I wrote this story for a girlfriend. She asked me how I viewed love and so I wrote this.

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This was not a trip I had looked forward to taking. Mother's Day was approaching and I was due to fly out of Long Island for Tampa-St. Pete to visit my mom in the Alzheimer's wing of the residential hospital where she has had to live (if you can call it that) for the past ten years. At least my visits to her would be merciful insofar as my time with her would be relatively short. Her best, most lucid periods occur in the morning to early afternoon and by then, she becomes tired and begins to hallucinate. Besides that, she might or might not recognize me. Still, I planned to spend my mornings with her and to even take her outside pushing her wheelchair. And, without going into the exhausting details of my visits, that is exactly what I did. Unfortunately, she had declined rapidly since my last visit a few months ago and I dreaded to see my mother in this pathetic condition.

I had another problem that was upsetting me. I was having a problem with my penis. It began not long after my very difficult and upsetting divorce. I went through several years of deep depression. I understood my penis problem to be psychological but I couldn't seem to overcome it. I just couldn't seem to get hard when I needed to be hard. I realized that at my age, this problem can occur but even with those little blue pills, I wasn't able to keep my mind focused lomg enough to fuck. Oh, I had no problem jerking off. Believe me when I tell you that I jerked off plenty, at least once a day. But when in bed with a luscious beauty, I couldn't stay hard enough to slip it in. In spite of this, I always hoped to find a woman with the stamina and patience to get me off. If only...

My evenings looked to be more entertaining. My dear friend, Alvin, owns some investment properties on Longboat Key (off the coast of Sarasota) and he suggested I stay in one of them while I do him the favor of eye-balling his other properties on the island and reporting back. I have only been to Longboat Key once before and while it is a sleepy little island, it does have some cool bars and restaurants lining its pristine, white powdery shores. It's very close to the action on Lido Key, Siesta Key, Anna Maria Island and Sarasota and it has a spectacular sunset...right on the beach in front of the house. This had all the earmarks of being a much needed vacation.

I flew in on a Wednesday, picked up my rental car (fortunately, a convertible black Corvette) and headed over to see Mom. After my depressing visit, I drove an hour further south to Longboat. The house was quite beautiful. Sitting on the northern tip of the island where the Gulf of Mexico meets the bay channel that separates Longboat Key from Anna Maria Island, it was a large house with three bedrooms and an infinity pool gulfside. This house had some incredible view and I was certain that the sunset would kill. After settling in, I rolled up a joint and strolled out onto the beach where I met a young woman sitting on a blanket in front of the neighboring house. I politely introduced myself.

"I'm Caren. I don't live here. My friends own this house and suggested that I stay here for a few days to relax because I am ending an ugly divorce and I need some r-and-r. Whew, that came out in a rush! Where did that come from? Maybe I need a hit off that." I smiled at her and handed her the joint. I thought I felt her tremble when she took it.

"I'm Ray and I don't live here either." I explained the purpose of my visit and suggested that perhaps she might like to join me for dinner. She was hesitant at first but when I explained that it was nothing fancy, just a short trip over to Anna Maria to one of the best barbeque joints on the planet, Mr. Bones, she accepted and we made a date for six o'clock. In my short time chatting with her on the beach, I made a detailed perusal of her fineness. Also, I quickly became enamored by her sense of humor, her easy conversational way and her seemingly lack of inhibition. She was a breath of fresh air blowing in off the Gulf.

During the superb dinner we got to knew each other a bit more. I found her to be wonderful company after she loosened up with a couple of margaritas. She was entertaining and fun with a good hearty laugh. She talked a blue streak and while I didn't care a whit of what she said, I enjoyed watching her. I discovered that she was 34, was married seven years and just ended an ugly three-year divorce; she was from Baltimore originally (which she hated) but now lived in Chicago; that she was a legal secretary; that she caught her ex having an affair with an old girlfriend; that so far her trip had been uneventful and that she spent much of the day meditating on the beach and doing yoga exercises and, oh yes, she hated her ex (did I mention that?). Visually, she was stunning; small and thin, lithe, long brown hair, and a perfectly proportional body. I especially liked the way her cleavage opened into pretty round breasts. She was quite beautiful and looked like a smaller version of Sandra Bullock. But she babbled. A lot. Maybe it was some nervousness or some anxiety about being with me. I let her roll along and stayed interested in what she was saying, asking a lot of questions and then listening intently to the answers.

After dinner, we drove back to the house and I invited her over for a nightcap which she readily accepted. I poured myself a glass of cognac and poured her a glass of white wine. We sat down on the moonlit deck and continued our conversation. She produced a large, thick marijuana joint and we spent the time pleasantly. The combination of the pot and the cognac had a fast affect as I watched images shift around me. Fortunately, it had the same affect upon her and soon Caren and I were laughing, singing, giggling and becoming very touchy-feely familiar. She walked over to the pool and dipped her toe into the warm water.

"The water is so warm. At my house, the pool is broken and empty and waiting for the repairman. I admit to sneaking over here before you arrived and skinny-dipping a couple of times. It was spectacular at night in the darkness. Please don't say anything, okay? I wouldn't want anyone complaining to my friends."

"On the contrary, I'm glad it was here for you to take advantage. I'm only sorry I wasn't here to see you naked! I skinny-dip all the time."

"Wanna? I love to skinny-dip in the dark. I'm not shy! I'm on vacation!" she said as she untied her wrap and stood in front of me in her dark blue bra and bikini panties. She looked over at me, "So are you going to sit there and stare at my tits or are you going to join me?"

Snorting, I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head, I dropped my slacks and, as per my usual tropical attire, that is, not wearing underwear, my seven inches popped out erect. I was not concerned about hiding it and I made a big show of jumping into the pool. I watched as she pulled off her bra and stepped out of her panties. Her breasts were so beautifully young and firm and her nipples pointed up to the starry sky. Her pussy was trimmed in a narrow landing strip. She undressed quickly and jumped in.

"You know, for someone who is 25 years older than me, you are in terrific shape."

I mockingly flexed my bicep and she wrapped her arms around it in order to hang from my arm. I felt her breasts brush alongside me and it felt fine. We splashed around the pool teasing each other. I grabbed her once and ran my hand up along her leg, over her ass and onto her back. She was very receptive. After a few minutes, we were huffing and puffing as we made our way to the shallow end. We leaned against the side while she inspected my body.

"I like the way your...," she searched for the right word for a moment "...cock...looks." She smiled at herself and then repeated, "I like the way your cock looks. My ex was my first and only so looking at you is kind of educational. My ex had a small, thin penis with a foreskin. I never really liked the way it looked and I could hardly feel him inside of me. You, on the other hand, your cock is..."

"Yes, speaking of the other hand..." I took her 'other' hand and wrapped it around my thick cock. "There, is your curiosity satisfied?"

"No, not yet!" She used both her hands to feel and fondle me. "So big and thick..." I pulled her over to the pool's edge where it was shallow and let her explore. Meanwhile, I began to explore, too as my fingers danced over her breasts and her nipples, occasionally tweaking them.

"I know you won't mind but I just have to do this." She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. I leaned back against the coping while she slipped me inside. She felt tight and I liked that but, to be honest, I was really hoping and praying that I could stay hard. So far, so good.

"Oh... oh... oooh... now that's how a cock should feel... oh my goodness... oh, that is good." She looked up at the sky and shook her head. She had a look of amazement.

"What is it?"

"What is it is that I just met you today and now your cock is inside me. This is so unlike me, I swear. Usually, I push men away but you...you make me feel different - maybe a little crazy and maybe a lot horny. I feel so loose with you. Really, I'm not like this." She seemed to have second thoughts when suddenly she smiled. "Shit, I'm on vacation. Why shouldn't I get a little crazy..." In response, I began to bounce her on my dick. She hiccuped and gripped my body. She swooned. "Please... don't stop... please make me cum... please..."

I took her nipple between my lips and energetically suckled it. Her response was to tighten her pussy around me. She was grinding me when she began to cum in squeezes, tight clinches and soft moans. Her tight little vagina wrapped around me like a velvet glove, albeit a very wet one. Within only a few minutes, she was bucking me and luxuriating in the throes of an oncoming orgasm. I felt her insides warm up as I arched my back and shot a small load. It was more like a low-caliber shotgun shell. Spent, she clung to me. I felt her heart pumping. More to the point, my penis stayed hard through it all, I had a small orgasm and I was still hard! Thank you, Lord.

For the first time that night, I kissed her. She responded by inserting her tongue and swabbing my throat with it. We must have kissed like that for a while because our skin began to prune up. Taking my hand, she led me up the pool steps. I took her hand and led her into the house where I pulled some towels and dried each other off. I refilled the glasses and she relit the joint. I dimmed the lights and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the twinkling starlights. We lay on a large throw that covered the large leather couch and made small post-sex chat.

"I never came before that way...I mean, with a dick inside me. That was a first and it was wonderful." She leaned up to ear and whispered, "Thank you" in a husky, sexual tone. She turned quiet and lost in thought. "My ex just couldn't make me cum - and this goes back to when we were still in college. Either he didn't have enough patience or maybe he just had no skills. I know that my skills were minimal, at most. But I used to fake orgasms to make him feel good. I figured that this was how sex was supposed to be. What did I know? The only way I've ever had an orgasm is either with my fingers or with my vibrator."

I cradled her in my arms and sensuously ran my hands along her, touching and caressing ever part of her. My fingers diddled her clit and she responded enthusiastically. I did this several times until I began to slide my way down. She lay back and looked positively delicious with her long hair spread along the couch. I kissed and licked her breasts for the longest time. One of my favorite things is to lick under the breast along the line where the skin meets the chest. I find it to be one of the best and most responsive parts of a woman's body. Caren responded the way I hoped she would, by arching her back and pushing her breasts into me.

I licked down to her navel and spent some time there until I got to the top of her landing strip.

"Do you like my design? I did it just before I flew down."

"Yes, I like it... but I like this better." My fingers spread her labia to reveal her little pearl of a clit which I then gently sucked in between my lips.

"Oh! Oooh! Yes!...I like that better, too. Yes."

The tip of my tongue traced circles around it and I could feel it fill with blood and stiffen up. Oh, that felt good.

I concentrated on licking and nibbling every inch of her pussy, her canal, her taint and every-so-often around her pucker. Each time I did that she pushed her butt against me and allowed me to prowl around a little deeper. Then I worked my way back to her cunt and began to seriously appreciate it. Her pussy was small, tight and compact. With my lips around her clit and my nose in her cunt, it was a good fit. She squirmed around my face and when my tongue began to lash circles around her stiff little man-in-the-boat, I began to drown in her gushing cunt and her orgasmic groans. This woman had just cum, really cum, I mean, buckets of cum... and I was glad.

She crawled onto my chest and began to kiss and lick my face. "That was the best orgasm I think I ever had. You can go down on me anytime, mister. That was fucking awesome."

"Thanks, that's a nice compliment. I must say that your pussy is especially delicious."

"My ex didn't think so. He hated going down on me as much as I hated going down on him. He used to make me feel dirty and smelly. You, on the other hand, just made me feel exquisite."

"And I'm only warming up... But you have to stop comparing me to your ex or even reliving past injustices. Forget about the jerk. For you to really enjoy this, you have to just close your eyes and it flow. Like the Beatles said, 'Relax your mind and float downstream.' Let the orgasm wash over you. Then we'll see how good it is."

I rolled her onto her back and quickly rolled on top of her. Her legs spread wide as I slipped into her, pushing my still stiff cock as far as I good. She gasped and pulled her muscles in, sucking me deeper. "Oh, that feels so good... your cock feels so good in me... so this is what it's like. And here I was thinking of going lesbian."

I laughed. As I continued my leisurely fucking of this oh-so-sweet cunt, I made a suggestion. "You should try it, I mean, having sex with another woman. It will be good for your head and your self-esteem. It will make you a better lover. And you'll love it."

She rocked under me, her vagina gripping me and sliding me deeper as she rotated her as under me. "You'd like to see me eating pussy, huh? Maybe I already have..." She paused for a moment. "Me and my college roommate played together a few times..."

"All I'm saying is that as long as you are now divorced, live out your fantasies. Do whatever you want and who cares? Be who you really are and stop worrying about what was. You ever hear the saying 'When your past calls, don't answer. It has nothing new to say.'"

She smiled. "I like that." She persued the conversion, "So I take it that you've lived out your fantasies ever since your divorce, am I right? Did you go to an orgy... or have two girls...' She thought a moment. "You've experienced a man?"

"Indeed, I have. I've done all those things and you know what, it was all great. It added new skill sets. Caren, I've done it all."

"Well, do it all to me. I'm loving this. Let me kiss you."

I leaned down and we began to do the horizontal bop. Our kisses were torrid. Her body was writhing beneath me, wrapping a leg around my ass and pulling me deeper to one side. Sometimes, she seemed to be climbing me. I began to hump harder as I felt my cockhead swell up and slide over her g-spot. We were both panting and sweating; our fucking was animal. She seemed so feline, crawling around my body and finding her way into every private crevice. I pumped hard until her pussy squeezed and pulsed around the shank. I began to explode volleys of viscuous jizz into her. Her velvet walls pulsed around my meat as she was cumming, too, and cumming hard. I had some difficulty holding on to her and staying inside. Together, in the good-old missionary position, we'd orgasmed at the same time...again, this time only better. Holding each other, with her legs wrapped around my waist, we slowed down. Bathed in sweat, we kissed again, only this time with a deeper passion.

Finally, we came up for air. "That was the best fuck I ever had. Honest. One hundred percent true. Even better than the last one, which was great. Even by myself, I never came like that. We came together, it was so good. I let myself go... go with you. I just love sex with you, Ray. For an older guy..."

"Don't go there, Caren. I've been feeling my age lately but tonight, right now, I feel like a kid again and I'm almost ready to fuck you again."

"Really? Again? I like the sound of that but you need to give me a rest. I need time to recuperate from that. My vagina is still pulsing. And I need to clean myself up down there before..."

"No, no, no, dear girl. I will clean you up."

"You would, with all that cum down there."

"I would indeed. It's delicious. Maybe you'll clean me off, too."

"Hmmm... maybe I will. With you, I feel like I can do anything..." She nuzzled into me and we lay there entwined and quiet for quite some time until we felt her begin to drip onto our legs. I quickly spun around and buried my tongue into her pussy, lapping and sucking out our cum. I licked and bathed her upper thighs as she squirmed and rolled around. Finally I fell back onto the bed.

She touched my semi-limp penis and gently caressed it. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed her tender touch. Then I felt her tongue begin to lick and swab the head. I reacted by arching up and pushing it in. She began to explore my cock and each time she got to the head, she took me in a little deeper. She seemed to be experimenting by the way she buried her face in my nutsack and sucked in my balls, first one and then the other. Her tongue traveled up to and near my asshole but never got that far. Her index finger did however find its way in a little bit which only made me harder inside her mouth. She was now stroking me up and down while sucking on the head.

"Keep doing that and you'll get a mouthful of cum. I'm getting close."

"That's what I want. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste it. Cum in me."

"Just keep stroking and sucking on me... and push your finger into my ass some more. Yeah, like that. Uh, huh... Oooh, that's good." I began to fuck her mouth with a distracted intensity. Her lips sucking on the head and her tongue whipping around it was too much for me. She had turned this blowjob into an art form and and I let forth another volley of cum. This orgasm was not as voluminous as the last but she was rewarded with several large globs of my goo. I quickly pulled her to my face and mashed her into a kiss. Her mouth was sloppy with my cum and I licked around her tongue and her palate. She moaned softly as we sweetly kissed and gently caressed each other.

"You're so good."

"Ever think that maybe it's you?"

"No, it's not me. No one ever told me I was a great lay." She spoke quietly while nestling in my chest. "My ex said I was the worst, like a dead woman in bed, that's what he called me. And since then, to be honest, sex hasn't been so great. I have more fun with my vibrator." Her voice trailed off in a sad way.

"Well, for one thing, it seems obvious to me that your ex didn't know what he was doing. You are a great lay and that was some excellent blowjob. Your ex was probably more concerned with his own orgasm and then rolling off you and going to sleep. Most likely, he used you to get off and then left you high and dry. You didn't marry the man who cared enough to learn how to do you the way you like. But that was then and this is now. You are a great lover so don't sell yourself short. Your pussy is like apple pie and your ass is like ice cream. You do it right for me... and I'm a connoisseur."


Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 01



"I'm so glad that are you so different. You certainly do me right. And really, we don't even know each other...so maybe you're right. Maybe it was me, too." Her smile covered her face truely from ear to ear.

"Well, of course, that's what I'm saying. The fact that I'm an older guy probably was not intimidating to you. Plus you were a little drunk and stoned when we first skinny-dipped. Your guard was down, your defense mechanisms weren't working at full strength and you fell prey to my manly wiles. I had to have that body. Admit it. Admit that I seduced you, an innocent waif."

"No, I think I first wanted to fuck you during dinner...way before dessert." She grinned.

"You rascal."

She got up off the bed. I reached for her but she backed off. "No, no more for me. I'm going to find my way back to the house, take a shower and pass out. I have some things to do before I crash, too. What's your schedule like tomorrow?"

"My schedule is the same for the next week. In the mornings, I go up to St. Pete to see my mother. Then I head back or wherever I feel like going. Why?"

"Well because I'll be busy tomorrow. I'm meeting a girlfriend in Sarasota who is taking me shopping. But I want to see you again. I want you to fuck me limp again. So here's my idea. Tomorrow, I'll pick up a bottle of wine..."

"Red."

"...red wine and Chinese food and I'll meet you here for dinner and dessert." She was getting dressed.

"That's rather presumptuous, don't you think? Maybe I'll have company, maybe some strange tail..."

"I don't care. I'm here for five more days and I want more of your cock, your mouth, your hands, your man-ness, the whole package... and I want it every day. I'd even agree to sharing you but you won't want anyone else. You're going to love fucking me, admit it."

"What nerve!" I jumped out of bed and chased her out of the bedroom into the living room where I caught her and spun her around into my arms. I held her close and looked into her eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you silly, little girl. You'll fly home limping, your pussy will be on fire. I promise, you'll remember this vacation."

She kissed me ferociously and I responded in kind before she turned toward the front door. "That's just what I want to hear, Ray."

*

Is there more to come? Like Mr. Fox's Chocolate Syrup, U-Bet! Stay tuned for Part Two. 



Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 02



To recap: A lonely man with a erectile problem meets a younger vacationing divorcee on Longboat Key. Their first day together ended in extraordinarily satisfying sex. The story continues...



Driving over the Skyline Bridge to St. Pete seemed dangerous to me as my mind kept veering off the road and into memories of the night before. A chance meeting on the beach led to a night of amazing sex with a cock that worked the way it was supposed to and although that seemed miracle enough, I kept flashing back to the incredible amount of fun Caren and I had. A couple of times I found myself weaving on the empty span and had to pull myself together before I launched myself into Tampa Bay. Fortunately, "Born To Run" was on the radio and while I felt the Corvette could sprout wings and fly, I merely sang along. It was exhilarating.

And speaking of the rental car, through some kind of hooky-dookie, I was able to score the Corvette for the price of a standard car. I was supposed to get a Prius but they were all gone when I went to pick it up at the airport. So instead, I now found myself top down in the warm Florida sun singing with the Boss. Life ain't too bad.

A few times, my head went back to my other head. I knew that the problems I'd been having keeping an erection were not medical; I knew that it was psychologically based. You see, I'd never had a problem jerking off. I could always make myself come. Also, over the years since my divorce, I'd enjoyed a pretty expansive sex life. However, with the exception of some old friends who tended to my penis with great care, the past year had been hit or miss and most of the time, it was the latter. But the whole scene was different with Caren, there was a different vibe and a comfort level that fit me well. When I introduced myself on the beach, I'd never expected or even believed that we'd be skinny-dipping later, let alone having sex. Maybe it was pheremonic. That had to be it, it had to be her. Maybe, in a simple basic way, the women prior to Caren just didn't do it for me, they didn't smell right. It was Caren's scent as well as a subtle combination of naivité and guile that gave her an artless compatibility with me. Last night was great; it was amazing. I didn't have to curl up in mortification that my cock wimped out. It didn't. It responded like a teenager's cock meeting its first set of lips. I didn't have to think about it. I just let things flow. I just let my instincts out again and it felt awesome. It's no wonder I was feeling good.

Visiting my mother turned any vestige of my euphoria into cosmic debris. I sat and helped her eat but she was lost, her eyes blank and only partially open and her hands shaking uncontrollably. She hadn't a clue as to who I was. I kept trying to help her but she had a far-away and ghostly look. I was watching my mother disappear. The visit was very difficult for me and when I left, I sat in the parking lot thinking of what I should do. I'd already made my choice when I got her into the hospital. There was nothing I could do for my mother as she was in a place where they took good care of her and knew what they were doing. I really couldn't ask for better care, really. I would just have to come to terms with this and start considering her funeral sometime in the near future. I started the car and headed toward the coast of St. Petersburg, where I could distract myself.

Compared to the residential streets and the serenity of the neighborhood where the hospital was, St. Pete was just what I needed. It was alive and throbbing in the humid heat. I parked my car and walked Gulf Boulevard. I stopped in a small beachside restaurant and had a beer and a burger. Then I drove to a small artsy area where I parked and strolled again. I liked this inner feeling of confidence brought on by good sex. Later, I walked down a small street with art galleries and bought a small and beautiful statue of lovers entwined but in a very modernist style, something I knew my Alvin would appreciate as a housegift. Along my travels, I bought a couple of bottles of wine and some flowers for Caren, who never once left my mind. On my way back to the Skyway Bridge, I passed the Troc and drove down to view the Dali Museum which was terrific. While I never was a big fan of dripping clocks, this museum was fabulous and I gained a new appreciation for his work. I really liked "The Basket of Bread." Finally, I was back on the road, flying down the beautiful bridge that bisects Tampa Bay heading toward Paradise. I paid more attention to the road this time but still, my brain flashed back to the image moist pussy vibrating around my back-to-normal cock.

It was late afternoon by the time I returned to Longboat Key and I was a bit tired and mentally exhausted from my day. I noticed that Caren's house was dark so I placed the flowers on the table, placed the statue on a living room table, stripped down to my walking shorts and sat on the deck with a filled bowl and the New York Time's Crossword Puzzle. I must have been deep in dreamland when I felt a light kiss on my forehead and opened my drowsy eyes.

"Hi, Sleepy. How was your day?"

I roused myself and sat up. "I guess I was pretty tired. Hello Sweet-Caren-from-Next-Door. Ummm. Wait a second. Don't move. I'll be write back."

I ran into the house, peed and then ran into the kitchen where I poured two glasses and picked up the flowers. She was sitting when I returned to the deck and handed her a glass.

"Here's to your good looks" I toasted. "And these are for you." I handed her the flowers.

"Oh, Ray. You didn't have to..."

"I know but see that big smile on your face? I bought them for that. Thank you."

"Thank you, you big sweetie."

"So tell me, how was your day?"

"My day was fun. I met up with my old college friend, Candace, who is married and lives in Sarasota. Her husband is loaded and she has the big house and a maid and..."

"I really don't care about Candace. Tell me what you did?"

"Sorry, I tend to babble, have you noticed? She took me shopping and I spent a lot of money and I bought some beautiful stuff and then we went to dinner in some fancy restaurant and it was just okay. Something I ate hasn't set well with me. I just took some Tums but please excuse me if I rip one."

"We'll see how bad it is. Meanwhile, drink some wine, it will help settle you."

"Good idea. Got some of that bowl over there?" She sipped as I lit the bowl and passed it to her. "I told Candace, I call her Candi, all about you. Were your ears burning?"

I chuckled. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her about how charming you were and how nice to be with and how you rocked my world last night..."

"Really?"

"I did. I told her how you were the best lover I ever had, not that my list is so long, and that you made me cum like never before. I told her that and I told her how your tongue can do tricks. I told her how we came together. I told her everything."

"And she said..."

"And she said probably too much. She told me how terrible sex is with her husband, Perry, and how he won't have children and he won't go down on her and when he does fuck her, he comes right away and then goes to sleep. It all sounded very familiar. She was very envious of me and I could tell just how frustrated she was. I know. I've been there. She said that all she does is masturbate with her expanding collection of toys. The way she tells it, I swear I think she must invest in Duracell."

"I think that's sad. Why isn't she divorced?"

"I dunno, it's complicated...it's all about money, I think...and very boring. Anyway, tomorrow, after her morning fitness classes, she's coming up here to..."

"let me fuck her until she screams for mercy?"

"Not likely! You're my cock, thank you very much! But maybe..." Suddenly, Caren was grimacing and holding her stomach. It looked like it hurt. "Listen, my lover...

"Just refer to me as your handyman. I'll leave the house open for you tomorrow..."

"...my wise-ass neighbor, I'm not feeling very well. I'm going back over to my place, I'll see you later." She chugged the rest of her glass, scooped up the flowers and made a mad dash to the bathroom in her house. That was very considerate, considering she was farting mightily on the way out.

I sat down with my iPad to surf the web and several hours later, I noticed the time. Caren hadn't returned and I wondered how she was feeling. I wandered next door and walked in through the unlocked rear sliding doors. "Caren?" I called out and heard no response. I walked further into the house and again I called out to her. Again, there was no response. I walked into the bedroom and there she was, sprawled out on her stomach, sleeping while the television droned. I kissed her forehead and she stretched and rolled to the side.

"I'm sorry, Ray, I think I passed out."

"How do you feel now?"

"Oh, my stomach is much better now but my body is exhausted and achy. I'm just going to go back to sleep, okay? You're not mad, are you?"

"Mad? Of course, not. I was worried about you. I have an idea. Why don't you roll back onto your stomach and we'll pretend that you're in a spa. I'll give you a massage and you can fall back to sleep. No sex today, my dear. Only strong hands on your body, smoothing out the aches. How's that sound?"

"That sounds divine. I'll just lay here and let you do me. I'm all ready." She looked up at me as if I was dawdling. "What are you waiting for? I paid for my massage. Let's get to it!"

"Geez, you're tough, lady. Okay, let me get ready. Just close your eyes and relax." I went to the bathroom and found a small bottle of baby oil and a couple of towels. I stripped down and moved around the bed to her feet. I oiled up my hands and began rubbing her left foot, working her soles and plying my fingers between her toes. I heard her audibly gasp and then quietly groan as she settled into my massage. My hands worked each foot. I spent a long time working my fingers between her toes, rolling my fist up her soles and loosening the joints up to her knees. Between my ministrations, she would let lout small audible groans.

I worked one foot and then the other before proceeding up her fine legs. I grasped and molded her thighs just up to the crotch of her red panties. Then I moved to the next leg and repeated the moves. Each leg was a study of care. As I felt the muscles release under my hands, I lengthened the strokes up her legs to each butt cheek.

As I reached closer to her crotch, she spread her legs for me but I chose to ignore her and change my location instead. I moved up to the headboard and sitting behind her head, began to work her shoulders and arms. Each time I got down to a hand and worked the finger, she would gently grasp my hand. I caressed each finger until she was limp again and then I moved her hand to the side. I was really into it, exploring her body and feeling her respond. I knew that she was not sleeping but she was in a state of deep relaxation.

I oiled her back and slid my hands down from her shoulders. When I reached the small of her back and applied some pressure, she gently gasped and slowly released a deep exhalation. Then I went to work on her spine. When I was pleased with the release I felt along her spine, I slowly slipped her panties down and removed them.

I took the bottle of oil and dripped it down her back, down along the crack of her ass (where I watched it drip down around her anus and into her gap. Starting at her neck, I pressed two hands, one over the other, to slide down her back and over each butt cheek, down her leg to her foot, one side and then the other. I did this a few times, oiling my hands before each long stroke. Moving to her legs, I followed the same procedure in reverse, only this time, moving my hands into her crotch and the up her ass crack before continuing north. I must have done this for about fifteen minutes until I was satisfied that she was asleep. I covered her in a sheet and turned toward the bathroom.

"Ahem," she softly murmured.

"Did I miss something? I thought I put you to sleep."

"No, I'm not asleep. I'm just in heaven...but I don't think you properly finished me, if you get my drift."

"Oh, I see. You want a happy ending. Well, that will cost a little more."

"Just add it to my tab."

"With pleasure."

I removed the sheet and re-oiled her skin. I applied long strokes from her feet to her neck again. This time, as my hands passed over her buttocks, my fingers dragged up her crotch. Each time I did this, she arched her ass up to receive my hand in her pussy. I noticed that during the entire massage, my dick had not become hard and I didn't care. My focus was exclusively on her.

On my last long stroke, I stopped at her pussy and slowly, with a very gentle touch, placed my palm under her mound. I began to give her a yoni massage. I placed two finger from the other hand into her canal and I caressed her clit from without and within. She was turned on and juiced up but her body was putty. I'd only stroked her for a couple of minutes before she gasped a few times and filled my hand with her warm fragrant fluids. She exhaled with a soft moan and a mumbled "Thanks" before she was out like a light and breathing deeply.

I gently wiped her down with a towel, recovered her with the sheet and quietly slipped out back to my house. I turned on the TV and soon I was asleep, too.

Stay tuned for Part Three.



Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 03



Thus far: Ray, a lonely mature man visits the Florida Gulf Coast to see his ailing mother where he meets a somewhat, or so he thought, naive divorcee. The two make an instant connection.

The visit to my mother was no different from the visit of the previous day. It was depressing and pathetic and I was not feeling too sparky afterwards. I drove over to a different part of St. Pete and strolled along a shopping street filled with tourist shit. I bought Caren a tee shirt that read "Fucked and Fucked Up. St. Pete Spring Break". I walked into an Adult store and walked out with a set of washable/biodegradable/edible "Body Finger Paints". I don't know whatever possessed me to buy that particular item but I had a vision of getting silly with Caren and what the hell, it was only a few bucks. Finally, on the way back to the Skyway, I stopped at the largest kosher deli in St. Pete and picked up assorted stuff for dinner for two. I bought way too much food mostly because everything looked so good and because I couldn't decide.

On my ride back, I considered how lucky I was. Not only to score such a great babe on my trip but in general. It's astonishing how great the world looks when your dick works the way it is supposed to and you're getting laid regularly.

When I pulled up to the house, it was nearly five o'clock. I saw that Caren's car was in her driveway and another car, a black Audi, was next to hers. I walked up into the kitchen and set my bags down. Through the windows, I could see Caren and her friend, Candace stretched out on the lounges around the pool. They were both naked and oiled up. Both had nice deep tans and both had small washcloths over their eyes. I stood and stared out at them. Caren was small but her body was perfect in proportion and symmetry. Candace, on the other hand, was taller and bonier. Her breasts were nice round 34s and they were covered in freckles. Her pussy was bare and her long gash seemed as long as her long legs. In fact, this stopped me cold. I would say that she had the longest gash I'd ever seen. Jesus, she's gotta be huge! A man could get lost in there!

I cleaned myself up and stripped down tying an apron around my waist. In the kitchen, I prepared a platter of corned beef, roast beef and pastrami sandwiches, all cut in quarters. I sliced up a few knishes and potato pancakes with all the condiments, apple sauce, sour cream, pickles and dressings; full Brooklyn style. With an open bottle of chardonnay, my gifts and the tray of food, I made my way outside. Both women were startled when they heard me and looked up. Candace looked to cover herself but then realized that it was not necessary.

"Oh my God, is this a vision?" Caren asked. "My handsome handyman is serving us!" I turned around so they could view my ass cheeks under the tied apron. Both of them giggled. "Whatcha' got? What's in the bag?"

"Not so fast, smartass." I set everything down on the table and walked over to them. "First, let me say hello to Candace. Hello Candace." I stood by her head so her eyes were staring at the bulge under the apron. "I've heard all about you."

"Likewise, Ray." Not one to miss a beat, she reached under the apron, took my cock in her hand and shook it. "Pleased to meet you too." She shook it again and it stiffened a little. "Your reputation proceeds you."

I moved over to Caren and leaned over giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. "Hello, my little darlin'. How are you feeling today?"

"I feel great. Thank you for asking. You're so sweet."

"Excellent." I kissed her again. "Come to the table, girls. I picked up some real New York kosher deli, or as real as you can find around here, for dinner."

As they got up and came over, Candace said, "Ray, I heard that you brought Caren flowers yesterday and that you came over to her house and gave her a massage and a good-night orgasm. I heard all about it and I'm jealous of her getting all this fucking is what I am."

"The night is young, Candace. Meanwhile, cut the crap and dig in."

"Oh, I love this stuff." Within minutes we were feasting and drinking and laughing.

Taking a break form the food orgy, I took the bag. "I got you a present today, Caren." I took out the tee shirt and displayed it to laughter and applause.

"Yup, that's me and my vacation. Thank you, Ray, I will wear it proudly." She went to put it on but decided that she was too oily from the tanning lotion and it would wait.

Caren emptied the wine bottle into the glasses. I lit a fat joint and toked up. I passed it to Candace first.

"I haven't smoked pot in years. I'll take a few hits and then I'll be on my way."

"Why? You said that Perry was at some golf thing all day and into the evening. What's your hurry, Candi. It's early." Caren frowned, "Didn't I promise you that we would play? After all the tears today, didn't I say you could share him with me? So stop bitching and whining."

"Yeah, Candi...," I slowly added, "...and seeing how we all just pigged out and now we're getting wasted...not to mention that we've been sitting here naked and I have been counting the freckles on your chest..."

"You finally noticed?"

"...now I think we're ready for my final surprise!" I pulled out the Body Finger Paint Kit. "Ta Da!"

"What is that?" Caren snatched it from my hand. She began to read the box and giggle. "Yeah, I think you're right again, Ray. I told you this guy was great, Candi...a little goofy maybe but definitely great."

She handed the box to Candace who read it and smiled. She opened the box and set it on the table. She beckoned a finger at me. I stood up and walked up to her. She untied the apron so it dropped onto the deck, opened the jar of red, dipped her finger into it and painted the head of my limp dick. Then she dipped her finger into the blue and began to paint my shaft, She pulled at the shaft to get paint into all the creases. She looked over at Caren, who was watching intently, and said, "I hope you don't mind."

Caren laughed, "I think I already give you my approval. If he lets you, you can play with him too. I guarantee there's enough there to share. I think I'll take white." She got up, dipped her finger into the white paint and knelt in front of me. She began to coat my nutsack with the paint creating a very patriotic penis. "I think it needs a star right on the tippy-tip." Candace began to hum and Caren quickly joined her as the two stoned women happily painted my now hardening and creaseless shank. Caren made sure to snap a couple of photos."

"This better not show up on Instagram."

"We'll see. I haven't decided on blackmail yet."

I moved closer to them and dipped my fingers into the green. I leaned over and coated Candace's right nipple. I felt it harden in my fingers. I painted her left nipple and got the same response. Her fine green-nippled breasts pointed back at me. I began to dot my fingers around her chest, leaving little green marks.

"What are you doing?" She looked up at me mystified.

"Freckles."

I got some violet and turned to Caren. She lifted her breasts to me as I painted them.

"Those need eyes," said Candace, "...violet...like Liz Taylor's..." as she began to paint little eyes on Caren's breasts.

I looked down at my colorful cock and smiled, "Nice work girls. Care to salute it? Candace, stand up. I want to try some Pollack drip-painting."

"Op Art, I'm sure." She said drolly and stood up, her recently waxed mound staring back.

"Spread 'em a little" She did. "Thank you." I began to paint eyes and eyelashes at the top of her slit with little nostril openings below. Then with the red, I made lips come down each side of her slit down to the taint.

"Awesome, Ray, but it needs a mustache." Mixing some yellow and green, Caren slowly added a waxy, curly mustache. It was obvious from Candace's intense breathing that she was enjoying Caren's touch. "Done!"

"Candace, sit down and spread your legs, let's see your pussy smile!" She sat back and her snatch seemed to be speaking to us. Caren and I laughed. "It's saying, 'kiss me'!"

"You guys," Candace looked at us wearily, "you don't know how to lip read...," she squeezed her vagina a few times, "it's telling you to give it some cock. It's saying it wants to swallow your cum... It's your turn now, my good friend, you little cunt, come over here and let me create a piece of ass...er...art!"

Caren stood up and relit the joint. "Go ahead, Candace, my old roommate, you lipstick dyke, make my pussy crazy." She wriggled her ass. They sure had a funny way in which they addressed each other. It seemed like an old routine they enjoyed that only they were hooked into.

Candace looked at Caren's pussy and raised her thumb, gauging her artist's distance. "A thong. This tight little slit needs a thong. Turn around, please." Caren turned around. Using the yellow paint, Candace painted a thin rope around her hips from just above her public bone to the top of her ass crack. While she painted the butt cloth, her other hand painted yellow down Caren's ass cheeks. Caren sighed, as Candace's fingers traveled over her asshole and into her crack. Candace spun her around and began to paint the front of the tiny thong. Her fingers traced the paint into and along Caren's slit. She was very careful and deliberate. Caren was juicing up, you could smell it in the air; she spread her legs a bit wider. "Oh shit, you just gave me more work. Stand still, slut. Now I fill in this crack!"

"It feels great, so fuck you, Candi. How does it look, Ray."

"Pop Art...a little like Warhol with Lichtenstein overtones...and very juicy. Smells, too...a little like fingerpaint and twat...an interesting bouquet."

Candace was now painting the inside edge of Caren's labia with a special emphasis on her clit. I took my iPhone and snapped a few pictures of her artwork. "Now I have something on you. Even Steven." I turned to the pool and unceremoniously threw myself in. As I swam around the paint washed away and dissolved into the clear water.

"I like the way my pussy looks. I don't want to wash it off."

"Yeah, me neither. And I like my freckles, too."

I shrugged as I got out of the pool and walked back over.

"Your penis isn't as cute to me anymore, Ray. I liked the colorful way it waved around. It was cute."

"I don't think anyone has ever called my cock 'cute' before! But right now, I want to do an experiment. It says on the box that the paints are biodegradable and all sorts of stuff..." I got down on my knees in front of Candace who was sitting on a chair, her vagina smiling back at me. "...I want to see if they're edible." I leaned in and took a couple of swipes at her long slit. "Hmmm...tastes like Candi."

I waited until they stopped laughing and returned to licking her a few more times until I felt her clit stiffen and her long lips puff up. I backed away and turned to Caren. "That was red, kind of cherry...now lets try another color." I licked up and around Caren's lips. "Hmmm...minty fresh!"

"Come on, let's stop fooling around." said Candace, "let's take a shower and hit the bed. I'm all horny now and I want to play. I want some of that cock and I don't have all night." Caren and I just looked at each other and shook our heads.

"God, Candace, Caren was right. You sure are a pushy bitch."

Candace gently slapped me as she and Caren ran into the house. I cleaned up the deck and walked into the bedroom. I heard the shower running and then giggling and then a long period of no giggling. When I entered the bathroom, they were just getting out. Both were covered in towels and both looked flushed. "Did you two start without me?"

"Oh yes we did...but a long time ago when we were in the same college sorority and were roommates. We were just rekindling those memories."

"See, that's one difference between men and women. You girls can rekindle old memories but this..." I shook my dick at them. "This...this has no memory."

"What a wise guy, you are, I swear. We're gonna fuck you blind tonight, mister." Caren pushed me back and we tumbled into the bed. "Okay, look. Before we do anything, you have to eat Candi. I told her so much about your tongue, she has to try it. Candi, go sit on Ray's face." The little dictator positioned her friend over my head who then complied by slowly squatting down on my face. I took her slim buttocks into my hands and began to rock her as I lightly slid my tongue along its juicy path. Her pussy was long and large. I found that it took a while to move along its length. Her inner lips were also very large and very juicy; I found I could place them individually between my lips and roll them around inside. When I encircled her clit and breathed her in to the center of my tongue, she pushed her pubic bone against my nose, moaning in delight.

Meanwhile, Caren was massaging my feet and working up my legs, much as I done to her the night before. Her hands traveled up my legs and just skirted my johnson. She moved up and rubbed my stomach and my chest as Candi writhed and moaned on my face, her pussy dripping over me. She leaned in so that she could control just how much my mouth could provide maximum pleasure on different areas and she led me along my oral path. I felt Caren sliding my cock between her tits and I felt just peachy. I felt even better when I felt Caren slide up higher. My cock along her thighs and I wondered where she was going. I heard Candace let out a deep moan and I understand what was happening.

"Oh, this feels so good. You guys are...making...me...ah...ah." My tongue was buried deep in her canal and I could feel Caren's face on my chin. She was licking Candace as I pushed my tongue up and as deep into her as I could. Candace was now quickly rocking on my head. "I can't...I...I." Suddenly, she leaned up and her pussy began to squirt on me and into my mouth. It didn't taste or smell at all like urine; no, this was one hundred percent cunt sauce, the real thing. She squirted like this for about five seconds and then she and Caren grasped each other and kissed. Me, I was wedged under a sopping twat and I needed to breathe. I lifted her off me and panted for air.

"I needed that. I really did. Thanks, guys. That tongue is a gift."

"Our pleasure but you did surprise me with that orgasmic bath. That was different...and something else again."

"I'm sorry, Ray. I should have warned you that I'm a squirter. I didn't think... And it's been so many years since I had an orgasm like that..."

"It's quite alright, Candi. We all enjoyed it. I want you to do it again but right now, I need to fuck something..."

"Let's do this," offered Candace, "I really want to eat Caren, I haven't tasted pussy since college. I also want to feel a hard cock in me so you fuck me and I'll eat Carrie."

"Carrie? Nobody has called me that in years! You can have Ray's cock first but leave a little for me, will you, please."

"Ladies, ladies. Don't argue. I promise I will spread it around." I said this as I plunged my very stiff dick into Candace's sopping hole. I was amazing myself at my own stamina and as the thought flashed through my head about the possibility of going soft, I dismissed it and focused on plowing Candi's big cunt.

"Ooof!" It was a nice fit albeit not nearly as tight an Caren. Caren lay back on some pillows, spread her legs wide open and pulled her knees up. Candace turned on all fours and began to lick and touch the pussy at her face. I got down on my knees and licked her tight little pucker. "My pussy, please," she ordered.

"So demanding!" I shoved my cock all the in to the hilt but now it had become a loose and sloppy pussy and I couldn't seem to get any traction. I fucked her slow and I fucked her fast but I just couldn't keep it hard. After some ten minutes or so, I pulled out. Although I couldn't stay hard in Candace's cock wash, I didn't feel too bad about it. "Okay, change places. I want to fuck Caren now." Candi seemed somewhat bothered by my lack of a hard fuck but dutifully pulled away and let me get between Caren's legs. Oh, now this was much better. Caren was tighter and she had more control of her vaginal muscles. Also, it was Caren. In no time, I was hard again and was she who made it happen, albeit unknowingly. It was all Caren. I pulled Candace around to our heads as we each took a nipple to suckle. Candace's hand slid down between us as she fingered Caren's slit.

"Ray, don't cum in her. I want to taste your cum."

I smiled. "Tell you what I'll do. When I'm ready to cum, I'll pull out and cum on both of your faces. How's that?" I rocked hard into Caren as she pushed back on me. Yes, Caren was my kind of fuck and I responded quickly. My dick throbbed in her talented pussy. She had one hand in Candace now and was heaving and panting. I recognized this as her approaching orgasm. I'd seen this before. She thrust hard against me as her fingers were flying on Candace's clit. Candace's fingers were strumming Caren's and under me, it felt great. Caren cried out, her pussy gripped my dick and squeezed it. Her chest arched up, her breasts rose and her nipples appeared ready for launch. She cried out again and my cock was bathed in cunt soup. That did it for me, I felt my cum boiling. I quickly pulled out and yelled "Now!" Candace lowered her face next to Caren's and my first blast was a dead-on shot. A long string of cum shot out and hit them both in their mouths, I could not have aimed it better. My next globs flew out and hit Candi's nose and cheek, and then Caren again and again right in her mouth. My cock began to dribble cum as the two women leaned up and took turns licking and sucking the head until they had completely drained the snake. Caren turned to Candace, licked the cum from her cheek and then kissed her friend, sharing the treat. I pulled back and rested as I watched them.

Watching them was so erotic. Candace's hand never left Caren's pussy and as they kissed and caressed each other, they were vocal, moaning and whispering. It was a very hot scene. Candace lay down and they were humping and kissing until Caren swiveled around and pushed herself on top of Candace. The two were now sixty-nining each other. Their moans echoed their increasing pleasure as they held each other tight and lick laved each other. I had to make room as they rolled over and slid around the bed, this time kissing each other and scissoring each others pussy. My dick was dead and so I just chose to watch this intense scene. I was either so transported by the scene or my body was so limp that I was rooted in my place. I didn't even have the energy to reach over and squeeze a breast or two or three or more.

They were into it big time. This was a lesbian fuck for the ages. The swiveled around again, back into a sixty-nine. I couldn't see Candace's head but I could tell that when Caren wrapped her legs over Candace's shoulders, magic was happening. Caren, on the other hand, seemed to prefer the flat-tongue on clit technique occasionally switching over to fast side-to-side clit flicking. That last trick seemed to help push Candace over the edge and she pushed her legs back and balanced on her knees. Her vagina lifted up off Caren's lips and I could see it dripping onto her face. Wow! This was about as erotic an image as I have ever seen - a pussy literally dripping into another woman's mouth. I got hard immediately and circled over to Candace's head. I lifted her up and slid into Caren, whose twat immediately gripped me. Candace simultaneously licked both the base of my stem up to Caren's clit and back. Caren began to rock, squeeze and thrash about. She pushed her hands down on Candace's head and thrust her hips up at me, pulling me deeper. Her cries were muffled by the drenched twat sliding around her face. She came hard and it was a fast explosion. I watched her hands and nails squeeze Candace's breasts. She pushed Candace up and now, I could hear Caren panting and gasping for air. I pushed in hard and when I felt her cum, I spit a little bit, too. Candace lifted my cock and kissed it then she slid off and lay down. The three of us just lay there quietly for some time.




Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 03



"You were right, Carrie, this guy is great! I haven't cum this good since I don't know when. I can't even do this with my Magic Wand."

"Yeah, that was some great sex. You know, in college, whenever we went down on each other, you never came. You always rubbed one off after I came...and I never saw you squirt. That was the first time I ever made you cum and I really, really loved making it happen...doing it to and for you."

"What was it that you did that was different?" I asked.

"I don't know. I tried to imitate what you do to me when you go down on me. I got so into it that all I wanted to do was to make her squirt again. I wanted to give that to my unhappily sexlessly deprived friend here. I was determined to give you what your husband won't, my dear friend, and that was a very drippy cunt." She smiled at Candace.

"Whatever you did, it felt wonderful. I really needed that. And I'll tell you something, Carrie, I enjoy going down on you a lot. I always have. Sometimes, I masturbate thinking about those days and how I could always make you cum."

"You know, it amazes me that all those years with my ex and he couldn't make me cum but you two! You two make me so crazy. I've never felt as sexy as I do right now."

We lay for a while longer until Candace got up off the bed. "Well, I suppose I should be heading back home now. Perry will be getting curious and I don't want to delay his sleep. I'd really like to come back tomorrow, if that's okay with you two. I know you're leaving in a couple of days, Carrie, and I want to feel this way again. I want some more of that cock. It's your own fault, you know. You made me have some."

"I might let you have a little taste again, Candi, but only a little one. I'm sorry but I think I'm selfish and I want him all to myself. These last few days have done wonders for me, I want them to just go on and on and on. And what about you, my handyman? What do you say?"

"I say that as long as I have a face, you have a place to sit. My cock is yours for your entertainment and amusement. I love to fuck, you know that. But I have to say that it is special with you. I love to fuck you."

"Then it's a deal, love-to-fuckbirds. I'll see you two tomorrow. Try to come back from St. Pete earlier tomorrow, will you, Mr. Cock?"

"I think that maybe I won't go to see my mother tomorrow at all. She won't know if I was there or not. I think tomorrow is a day off. This way we can play all day."

"Ooh, Ray, you know how to say the nicest things." Candace kissed us goodbye and headed out. Caren just rolled over and spread herself out. "I just love this feeling...the totally fucked-out feeling. Like, I've really never experienced this feeling of total inner wellness...this contentment and this satisfaction. It's great."

"Yes, I agree. It really does feel great. I'm just so amazed. I mean, ostensibly, I came down here to see my mother. I expected to be bummed all the time. I figured I would spend my days just smoothing out my frayed New York ends. Instead, I met this hot little sexy babe on the beach in front of my house and we end up fucking ourselves and her old college friend, like you said, blind. But, as long as we're talking about your intense friend Candace, I couldn't stay hard inside her. At first, I thought that she was too big..."

"Uh-huh. Her vagina is very large. She's a big girl."

"...But then I realized that it wasn't that at all. It was that I didn't want to be inside her, I wanted to be inside you."

"That's interesting to hear you say. And sweet, too. You know, even though I had fun and I satisfied some of my fantasies with her, when I wasn't connected to you, I felt a little bereft. Do you get what I mean? It was like my body was missing you. We only know each other a few days... Whew!" She seemed overwhelmed at the thought. "That's so heavy... I'd better myself slow down."

I smiled at her. I understood what she was saying and all its implications. I didn't want to go there so I responded flippantly, "Who's got it better than me?"

"Me. I do." She didn't miss a beat. "I'm having great sex. It's such a different thing for me. At least, you have a sex life in New York. I came down here only after my friends begged me to take time off and use their house. My sex life has consisted of my fingers and my vibrator. I've never had any sort of enjoyable sex life until I met you, my next door neighbor. You know what I've learned? I've learned that fucking is fun...and I love it. I really like having sex with you. Right now, my pussy is so happy..."

"That's so great to hear you say."

"...and you showed me the way and I am eternally grateful. But what am I going to do when I return home? It will be back to my vibrator, I guess. At least, I'll be able to close my eyes and pretend it's you..."

"I'm thinking that I might have to take some frequent trips to the Windy City and I might have to fly you to me. It will be expensive but worth every drop of cum. Anyway, that's my thinking."

"I like that idea a lot. You know just how to say the right things, mister. So we have tomorrow and half of the next day to make me walk like I just got off a horse, can we do it?"

I rolled between her legs and began my devotion and worship of the yoni. I was hoping that I could spend some time at the alter, but it was not to be. Within moments of my supplication, she began to convulse and coat my face. I looked up at her and her breasts and her face were flushed.

"I don't know how that happened. You touched me and I came. And I came good, too. WTF?"

"I'm thinking that each moment we spend together, our connection gets deeper. Hmmm. I don't want to say more but I'm a little confused about this, too. I mean, I only started to..."

She crawled down to me and wrapped her arms around me. She whispered into my ear. "I get it. I feel the same. I agree, let's not over-analyze. Let's just enjoy the now, shall we?"

"A very good idea...a very good idea." We kissed. They were deep, soulful kisses. Our mouths caressed, our tongues meshed. These were good kisses, the kind that leave an impression. While we kissed, our bodies conformed to each other and it was as though we were as one, yet unique and distinct. Kissing don't come better than this. I closed my eyes and soon we fell asleep to the sound of each others breathing. It was a very deep and comforting feeling, sleeping in the bosom of that person who fits right into you in just the right way at just the right time in your life. Who's got it better than me?

We were soundly asleep when Caren's cellphone began to ring. We did not even notice it until after the ringing stopped. Caren leaned over to the night table and looked at it.

"It was Candace. I'll call her back."

She sat up by the pillows as I lay there prone and motionless, listening to her conversation. "Hi, you big tall drink of water...yes, we were in bed...yes, we were making love...yes, I admit it, I'm a wild cunt and I'm very happy about it...so what's up?" She peeked under the covers at my limpness. She grinned.

She listened intently and made little sounds as a way of responding to Candace without slowing her down. "Mmm...really...no...you're kidding me. Yes, that sounds hot. I'm sure Ray is up for it. Great, I'll see you tomorrow...about one...right...great." She hung up and set the phone down. She slowly slipped back around me and whispered in my ear. "Candace is bringing us a surprise tomorrow. We'll need some more supplies, we'll get them in the morning. We'll need enough for four..." She let the last comment fall. I didn't move a muscle but my mind began to whirl with thought of what might happen tomorrow afternoon. She seemed deep in thought, "You know, I don't want to spend a lot of time with her and her surprise...." I wriggled closer to Caren and rubbed my face in her soft breasts, my limp cock slid along her thigh.

"Tomorrow is tomorrow. Right now, I'm cuddling with my favorite legal secretary so don't bother me with this Candace shit. Tomorrow is tomorrow."

She hugged me closer and kissed my head. "You say just the right things, mister." We fell back asleep and slept soundly through the night although I do remember my penis being sucked and caressed sometime in the wee hours...

So what do you think? Who's got it better than Ray? Stay tuned for Part Four.



Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 04



Was it tomorrow already? Let's see, I remember getting sucked off in the middle of the night. I remember waking at six a.m. and looking at a happily sleeping woman. I remember taking a leak, getting back into bed, closing my eyes and then having a damp pussy slide onto my face. Yeah, I remember that real well. Now, it's nearly eleven and we're first rolling out of bed.

I watched as Caren got out of bed and I marveled at her magnificent curves. She walked over to my side and pulled my hand, "Come on, let's shower." Slowly, I got out of bed and allowed her to lead me into the bathroom.

"Turn on the shower, would you. I have to pee." She sat down on the bowl and began to relieve herself. As I leaned into the shower to turn it on, I felt her caress my shin and it felt so nice to feel her express her feelings toward me in that way, so casually. I stepped into the shower while she wiped and flushed. She joined me as I was soaping up. She whispered into my ear, "Here, I'll do that. You just close your eyes and let me. But there is a caveat - I go next."

I closed my eyes and let her hands wash and explore ever inch of me. She seemed to be performing a close examination. Occasionally, she would wash me, rinse me and then kiss that spot. It was a really nice feeling. When she got to my ass, she told me to spread my legs and she went to work on my balls and my anus. When she stuck her finger into my hole, I winced.

"What's the matter, baby. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." She leaned in and kissed my pucker.

"Just be gentler, that's all."

"You like when I put a finger in your butt, I know. Have you ever had anything larger up there?"

"Like what, a cucumber, a squash, a gourd?"

"No, I mean like a vibrator or another cock..."

"The answer is yes and no. Yes, I've had fingers go up there and the tip of a vibrator but nothing larger. And no, never a cock."

"Don't be defensive. I'm just curious. Have you ever been with a man?"

"Yes, plenty of times but only when his woman was there, too...or it was an orgy or group scene..."

"Oh wow. You've done orgies?"

"Yes. I like group sex and as I told you, since my divorce, I've done it all"

"Until yesterday, I didn't know how much fun it could be. I'd love to try that with men and women. And I really liked eating Candace, too. Tell me about you having sex with a man. I'm very curious."

"I been sucked by men and I've sucked a few cocks, too, but I've never taken it up the ass...at least not yet."

"Maybe sometime, we'll play with another guy. I'd love to watch two guys do each other."

"Maybe we will. It's my turn now." I took the soap from her hand and rinsed myself before placing her under the shower head. I soaped her up let my hands explore and caress her much the same way she did to me. When I reached her asshole, I soaped it up and leaned in to kiss and rim her sphincter. "I know you like that. Want more?"

"Put your cock in there. Fuck my ass. I want to feel that."

I leaned her against the bench and bent her over before place the head of my cock against her back door. She wiggled her ass around it and pushed the head in before she froze with a vocal "ouch!"

"It's okay. It will only hurt for a moment as I slip it in. But it will be a good hurt, you'll see. Trust me."

"Just go slow, okay."

I tried to push the head just past her sphincter but she was fighting it. "Just relax and open up for me. Loosen your muscles like you're going to take a shit." I felt her loosen up and she released a fart as the head slipped in.

"Oof. Oh." I slowly withdraw a little and then pushed in again, this time going a little further. She winced but did not complain. I did this several times until I could feel her match my rhythm. Now, she was trying to get more of me into her and after a few more in-an-outs, I was deep into her ass. Caren, meanwhile, was thrumming her clit and rocking beneath me. She began to pant. The fingers in her crotch were dancing as she set the tempo. I felt her ass grab me as I felt her vaginal muscles throbbing. I couldn't hold back the torrent of cum that launched into her bowels. "Uh...uh...oh, fuck...fuck...fuck...yessssss...ssssssssss...ssssssssssssssss." She was rocking against my cock, strumming her clit and cumming quickly. Her ass loosened up and spit me out as she slowly slid down onto the bench, her breathing was slow and labored. She suddenly looked tired as she looked up at me under the shower. "Well now, that was interesting."

"Did you like it?"

"I don't know...but it was interesting...an interesting and different kind of orgasm."

"That's cool. Maybe, we'll do it again later."

"Yeah, we'll see."

We got out of the shower and towe-led each other down. Caren put on a tee shirt and panties and went off to make coffee. I puttered about the house cleaning and straightening before walking down to the local market to pick up some beer, chips, cheese and other nosh.

"Breakfast on the deck, lover boy," she called as I walked in. I strolled out to coffee and bagels. Caren was audibly mumbling as I sliced an onion bagel, shmeared it with cream cheese and put a slice of tomato on top.

"What all that noise about? What are you grumbling about? Is something wrong?"

"No, not really. I just spoke to Candace and she was all bubbly and perky. I think it annoyed me. Anyway, she's coming over in a little while."

"So who is her big surprise?"

"She wouldn't say except to say that we would both love it."

"Okay, then we'll roll with it. Just relax."

"I'll be honest with you, I don't want her here that long. Since this is my last night here, I want to be with you and I don't want to share you. I feel somewhat possessive."

"Don't let it bother you. The day is still young and I'm not going anywhere today. Like I said, just go with the flow."

I seemed to ease her a bit and after breakfast she went back to her house for a while. I vegged out on the deck still working on the Sunday Times puzzle and really was into it when I heard laughing voices coming my way.

"Ray, meet Galena, Candace's surprise guest."

I stood and shook hands with a lovely young woman. She was petite, maybe 5'2" or 3", with a nice figure, not too curvy but sexy in a lanky European sort of way. She was wearing a chemise that was cut low enough to see how her wide cleavage and the sides of her pert unharnessed breasts.

"So why is Galena a surprise, Candi?"

"Well, last night when I returned, Perry still wasn't home and I really didn't care. I took Humphrey for a walk and bumped into Galena on the street. Galena is a live-in nanny for a neighboring family. Anyway, she was crying..."

"I'll tell it, Mrs...er...Candace." She had an accent which I thought might be Russian or Eastern European or thereabouts. "I was crying because my boyfriend who is in Belgrade dumped me during our weekly Skype call. I didn't want to upset the Bernstein children so I went outside and I was crying. Mrs...Candace was nice enough to ask me to come over to talk after the children went to sleep, so I did..."

"Galena came over and we drank wine and we talked girl stuff. I made her forget about the chump. I also sensed how horny she was. I told her about what we did yesterday and it just made her crazy to hear about it so since today is her day off, I asked her if she wanted to join our little fuckfest and she jumped all over the chance. Then Perry came home and it was all over so she went home. I could smell sex and booze all over him and we had a big fight. I'm calling my lawyer tomorrow - not today because today is a day for us. Right, Galena?"

"Right, Candace!"

I lit a joint and passed it to her. "Welcome and I hope you enjoy yourself." I got up to get some beers and some nosh.

I sensed that Caren was not all that crazy about the whole thing. "We can play for a few hours but then I have some plans for my man. It's my last night and I want to make it special."

"That's why I brought Galena. Honey, tell them what you told me last night."

I brought out the cold ones and passed them around. Candace went behind Galena and slowly unzipped her chemise.

"I told Mrs...Candace that I have never had sex with a woman but it is my fantasy...I have only had sex with one person, my ex-boyfriend, and it was long time ago. I touch myself all the time. I am twenty-four and it is about time I enjoyed myself." Candace opened the chemise and let it fall. The girl had lovely breasts, two small nice round orbs punctuated by two reddish brown nipples, both standing at attention. Below her flat stomach, her dark blue hip-hugger briefs displayed a delectably puffy mound.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Candace turned her around. Galena's ass was a perfectly small bubble butt. Candace ran her hand over it and exhaled an overly dramatic sigh.

"I must say, it does look sweet." I placed my palm on her ass and felt her. It did feel good. I nodded to Caren, as if to invite her into the scene. She got up and joined us. Candace and I were rubbing the babe's ass and back. Caren simply lifted a breast and took the nipple into her mouth. I moved to Galena's side and held the breast for Caren. I felt Galena's palm on my shorts, feeling my stiffy. Candace stepped back and quickly stripped. I felt her nude body slide up against Galena's side as she kissed the girls neck. Suddenly, Galena went limp and Candace and I supported her tighter. When I felt Candace had her securely, I stepped back and dropped my shorts. When I stepped back into our huddle, Galena's hand wrapped around my cock. She moaned.

Caren had moved down and was on her knees, her nose in Galena's panties. "Ray, you have to sniff this. Just...just...sniff..."

I got on my knees next to her and buried my nose in her cleft. Caren was right. This was one sweet and delicate cunt, no two ways about that. Her crotch was soaked and her fragrance was light, flowery and herblike. I peeled her panties down and her scent exploded in the air. Smelling a woman's sexual scent is one of my favorite delights and this scent was choice. As I sniffed her sopping cunt, I think I may have swooned.

"Oh my God," said Candace, "Baby, you smell great," and rolled her eyes. "I must take a smell, move over, Ray.

"Your so bossy, Candi. You're such a bitch!" Reluctantly we stood up and Candace took our place. Caren stood next to me and began to kiss me and rub my cock atop of Galena's hand. Galena's other hand slipped around Caren's breast. I pulled Galena close and we shared a three-way kiss. Our tongues all snaked around each other which made me smile and the girls to giggle. Everything was cool. When Galena gasped, we all looked down at Candace who had slipped her tongue into Galena's gash. We watched as she gave the girl little cat licks. Galena rolled her eyes in pleasure.

I pulled a long patio chair over and stretched out on it. I pulled Galena away from Candace and plopped her down onto my waiting cock. "Oh!" She gasped as I slipped in. At first, I couldn't get in as Galena seemed to obstruct me but with Candace's help, my cock slowly slid into the very tight little snatch. Damn, if this didn't feel good. Candace returned to licking and nipping at the pink clit peering out under its hood. "This is good," moaned Galena, "very good." Caren was sucking on her tits and as Galena began to bounce, it was clear that she was not too far from euphoria or maybe even nirvana. She was breathing hard and on that little frame, it made her shake. But Candace had other ideas.

She got up and pulled Galena up so that when my cock slipped out, it made a loud "pop." I'm sorry guys, but I have to make Galena cum. I want to feel her first one."

"I want to taste you, too, Mrs...Candace." She corrected herself.

"And so you shall, darlin'." She pulled a lounge over and flattened it. She led Galena to it and she lay down on her back. Candace spread her legs and stood over Galena's face as she slowly dropped onto the waiting tongue.

Caren replaced Galena on my cock. She wasn't riding me so much as she was squeezing her vagina and releasing, almost like kegels. Both of us watched intently as Galena placed her hands on Candace's ass cheeks. "Easy, Galena...there's no rush...easy, baby...yes, that's it. Oh, yes. Uh huh..." She leaned forward and fell into the girl's crotch. We watched their quiet and passionate sixty-nine silently until Caren leaned down and we began to kiss.

"I want to tell you something, Ray, and I don't want you to get mad at me, okay."

"Okay. I mean, I think, okay. What is it?"

"What it is is that I have never been with a man who makes me as crazy to fuck as you. You bring out the wild in me since our first kiss. If I wasn't on vacation, I would be dangerous, I swear." She paused and sighed. "In a couple of days, I'll be back behind my desk with my hair pinned back but everything will be different for me. I think that maybe I'm just falling in love with you, there's no way around it. Are you mad at me because I used the "L" word?"

"Gee whiz, Caren, that's kind of heavy. I think I'm crazy about you, too, but love? I don't know. Why do we slow down a bit on that. You know, I'll come to Chicago and you'll come to New York and we'll let things develop organically, you know? And there's another thing, you're still plenty young and there are plenty of guys out there who are possible mates and fathers of children and that ain't me. This vasectomy says so..."

"Go ahead, be logical with me, see if I care. Right now, I love you...so deal with that." She leaned back down and attacked my face, licking, kissing, nibbling and loving. We swapped so much spit, we were drooling all over each other. She began to play "Hop on Pop" again as we were sliding into the Wango Tango. She was clearly fucking me and not the other way around. And damn, if I wasn't loving it.

I head moans and wails coming from the lounge chair. From my position, I was looking right up Galena's ass while Candace was gobbling her cunt. She was cumming hard as she bounced on Candi's face. She let go a banshee wail and bathed Candi's face with girl sauce before collapsing.

Caren leaned and whispered, "I want your cum. I don't want you to give it to them. I want you to cum in me...your cum is for me...I love your cock...I love your cum..." She was riding my cock hard almost as though she was climbing up a rope, using her thighs to push up further. She had her hand between us and she was whipping her clit with two fingers. "Your cock fits so right for me...your cock was made for me...I love your cock...I love the way you make me feel...Oh, my cunt is so hot...fill my cunt with cum...fill me...feel how my cunt loves you..." She squeezed her walls and sucked me to my root. She gasped. "Christ, that feels to good...you're making...I'm cu-cu-cu-oh..."I began to spray her insides. She cried out, "Yes...oh yes, baby...give me my cum." She pushed down on me and squeezed me, milking the last drops from my embedded shaft. She cried out again, this time it was an ecstatic wail. I felt her pussy start to pulse and I felt her walls begin to flow, I was swimming in cum. Her panting calmed and she fell into me. I felt her breasts and she jumped. "My body feels so tender...your touch is..."

"I know. And you are some great lay, too."

She giggled at the compliment. "No, it's us. We're custom made for each other." We heard cries and moans again and looked over at Candace and Galena. The young girl was buried in Candace's gash and was slurping for all she was worth. Candace was turning her head from side to side and obviously building to her release. They were very noisy between the wailing, moaning, slurping and sloshing. Candace's legs folded up pushing her ass higher; her hands held Galena's head in place.

Caren and I lay together watching the scene. It was not at all erotic for me, in fact, it sort of reminded me of a sporting event. I could almost hear the crowd roar, "Go, Candace, Go! Go, Galena, Go!" I whispered into Caren's ear. "When she cums, can I raise my score like they do at the Olympics? You know, 9.9, like that?"

"You're terrible. I hope she comes buckets on that cute little honey's face. She needs it. Maybe I should go help, do you think they need it?"

I held her tight to prevent her from going anywhere and Galena needed no help because right at that moment, Candace began a growl and grunt, her ass bouncing on the chaise. At that point, she began to squirt which caught Galena by surprise. She backed her face off as Candace's twat sprayed her chest and her stomach. It was fascinating to watch as Candace hosed down the girl. Candace just flopped down exhausted. Caren and I did not move an inch.

Galena got up and wandered over to us. She looked a little dazed. "Come here, little girl and sit down next to us. What's the matter?" Caren seemed sincere.

Galena sat down. "I feel good but Candace...do I smell of pee-pee?"

"No, silly. Candace didn't pee. Some women squirt orgasmic fluid when they cum, some women just drip. That's Candace's patented brand of pussy juice all over you. If you feel dirty, there's a shower over there or just jump into the pool." Galena turned toward the pool. "Wait!"

"What is it?"

"Before you jump into the pool, I mean as long as you are standing there, you might as well clean me and Ray off..."

The young girl looked bewildered. "I don't und..."

"Come over here. Put your face between my legs and clean Ray's cum out of my pussy. Then lick Ray's cock clean."

"But his cum..."

"Yes, I know perfectly well about his cum and I tell you, it is delicious. You'll see. Now stop stalling. Get down here and clean us up."

I saw a smile cross Galena's face as she got down and obeyed Caren's command. I felt her tongue lap at my balls. I felt Caren lift off me and smiling, began to moan. I looked down and I saw Galena's mouth attached to her hole. I knew Caren was squeezing and sure enough, I saw a huge glob of cum fall onto Galena's tongue. Then several more fell as the girl licked and sucked it up.

"Thank you, Galena. Now do Ray." Caren dismounted and Galena went right for my limp, sticky johnson which, I suppose you could say, she blew dry. "Good, now come with me." She went over to Candace and shook her. "You too, come with me." She reluctantly rose and followed Caren to the outdoor shower where the three washed each other down. I enjoyed watching them feel each other up as I toked up and popped another cold one. After they finished playing, the three of them walked up to me.

"I know, I know, we've overstayed our welcome and now it's time to leave. I get it," said the ever acerbic Candace. "Also, I doubt that Ray can get it up again after what you just did to him."

"Oh, I can get it up," I said, looking at her with with a playful yet wry contempt.

"Not likely."

"Really? Just watch. Come over here, Galena. Suck on me and get me hard." I laid back and closed my eyes as Candace and Caren looked on. Galena, who appeared to becoming more and more of a submissive, got between my legs. She took my cock between her hands and began to stroke me. She leaned down and took the head in her mouth, gently sucking on it. Within about a minute, I was raising my colors up the flagpole and it was waving proudly. "Okay, Galena, thank you that's enough. See, Candace?"

"Ooh, that looks like just what my puss needs right now."

"Ah, but it's not for you, my dear. You and Galena are on your way out and Caren has first dibs anyway. This is for my little honeypot."

Caren came around and reverse-cowboy, sat down on my cock. "Oh...does this guy say the right things or what?"

Candace and Galena began to get dressed. "Well, I know when my pussy is not wanted. Let's go back to my house, Galena, and play with my toys, shall we? Harrumph!" She turned to Caren and kissed her, "I love you, Roomie. It was great to be with you. Let's see each other again soon, alright?" She turned to me, "Nice meeting you, wildman, thanks for your cock and your hospitality. Come on, Galena. She can have her cock. I have my little pussy..." Again with the jocular indignance and drama, they turned away and headed for the driveway.




Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 04



Caren spun around and still embedded, faced me. "Am I glad they're gone."

"As if I don't know."

"You must have been reading my mind, I swear. I forgot how bossy and self-entitled she can be. When she said she wanted to fuck you, I got mad. Then, when you said what you said, it was the perfect comeuppance and I loved it." She pushed herself down onto me but I was soft now and there wasn't much to insert. "This is my cock. Period."

"Yup. And when she said that, I suddenly felt protective toward you. And, to be honest, I didn't care for sex with her. I don't know but maybe her vagina is too big and too sloppy for me. Yours, on the other hand..." I reached down and caressed her mound. She cooed.

"Okay, that does it, I've decided. I'm calling my boss and quitting. I'm going with you wherever you go and you can't get rid of me."

"Okay, wake up. Let's get real, please. Here's a plan...what we're going to do. First, we're going to take a dip in the Gulf. Then, we're going to shower off, get dressed and take a ride down to Lido Key and St. Armond's Circle where I want to buy you a present. Then we're going to go out to dinner. Then...well, then we'll see what happens."

"I'm going with you wherever you go and you can't get rid of me, did you hear what I said?...and last one into the water is a rotten egg!" She jumped up and raced off the deck onto the deserted beach, the white powdery sand kicking up under her feet. I watched her ass cut the water as I was strolled out lethargically. She was swimming away me as I dove into the water and caught her feet, pulling her back.

"I'll race you to there." I said pointing to a random point. I started to swim toward and then suddenly stopped. She started swimming after me. I grabbed her again and pulled her next to me. "I won. Now I get the prize." I pulled her close and we kissed.

"I swear, Ray, if you aren't the silliest romantic I ever met!"

"Yeah, well, you don't do too badly for yourself."

Naked, we splashed and played in the water for about fifteen minutes when she spotted a person far down the beach but heading toward us. "Come on, I'll race you in. I want to prepare myself for dinner tonight."

"I'll take mine rare." She splashed me and we swam into shore and ran naked, like little kids, up to the deck.

"I'm going next door to fix myself up. What kind of dress tonight, sir?"

"Pretty."

"Vague, but I'll see what I can do."

As her fine fucking ass sashayed away, she headed back to her house. When I was satisfied that she was gone, I went inside and made a few phone calls, checked my email, took a look at the online menu for the restaurant I selected for the evening and made reservations, I showered, shaved and generally putzed around. Then I did something I never do, I actually lay down and napped for a couple of hours.

When I awoke, I felt a bit startled and disoriented. Maybe this is why I never nap. Anyway, a took a bit of inertia and a cup of coffee to get me going again. It was nearly six o'clock and time to get a move on. I quickly dressed, plucked a flower from a planter in front of the house and knocked on her door.

"It's open," I heard from the second floor. "I'll be right down."

Naturally, I waited about fifteen minutes until she came down the stairs even with all my shouting to hurry up. When she finally came downstairs, I stood transfixed as I took in her beauty. She wore a powder blue dress that had lace covering her low cut bodice. She spun around and it fit like a sheath with no lingerie lines. She had done a fine job with her make up and with her hair spilling over her shoulders, she looked exceptionally beautiful. She spun around again and I could tell that she knew she looked good as her nipples protruded against the blue dress. Somewhat lamely, I handed her the flower I'd plucked.

"I am in awe of your beauty, Caren. You look abfab. Let's go...we're going to be late. If we don't leave now, I swear I'll ravish you where you stand." She smiled. I escorted her to the Corvette and we sped down Longboat Key toward Siesta Key.

"You look amazing."

"I know. I feel it. I feel way too sexy in this dress. You look pretty good yourself. I think we make a striking couple." I love it when a woman preens.

We parked along St. Armond's Circle and window shopped. I pulled her into a jewelry store and surveyed the wares when I spotted the perfect gift. Quickly purchasing it, I left the store and found Caren a few stores down looking into the window. "Caren, my sweet, may I enhance your beauty?"

"What?" She looked at me with confusion. "This is so you never forget your vacation to Longboat Key." I took the long jewelry box from my pocket and opened it. Her eyes popped. I lifted the long gold chain with a small gold and pave diamond manatee hanging from it and placed it around her swan neck. It fell along her chest nearly to the top of her cleavage. Her eyes welled up.

"You are my man, Ray. You are the sweetest, most thoughtful person I've ever known. How can I not fall in love with you?" A tear began to fall from her eye. "Oh, now you're going to make me ruin my makeup!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "You make me so happy." Her pleasure had my face glowing, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

"Come, my sweet, dinner awaits."

"Are you going to eat me again, big man? You can, you know, even right here on the street. I don't care. I'm in heaven."

As we entered the restaurant, I saw and felt heads turn. I knew that most of the men were gaping at Caren and that many had just felt a tremor in the force (the one under the table). The restaurant was on the top floor of a waterside hotel and the window seats held a spectacular view of Sarasota and the gulf. It took a while for us to order because the scene distracted us so. It was a very romantic dinner (although, and I said nothing about this, the food was mediocre and way overpriced although the wine and the dessert was good but the service was, in a word, dreadful.)

Our dinner chatter was mostly about our plans for a future relationship. It was agreed that because of the weather, she would fly into Islip in a few weeks and stay at my place in East Hampton for a long weekend.

"I am excited, Ray. I have to say that this past week, or at least since you arrived, has been the very best vacation I've ever had. I really feel like a different person now. I am very grateful, seriously."

"You know, I wasn't looking forward to coming down here and spending my time with my mother. Things quickly changed after we met. You saved me."

"No, you saved me."

"Let's agree to disagree."

"No, let's agree that we saved each other. And now that we've been saved, I, for one, am loving redemption."

We left the restaurant and walked out onto the ground floor terrace, down to the empty beach, softly lit by the waning moon. She held her shoes in one hand and my hand in the other.

"We are a good pair," she mused. "Vanity notwithstanding, we look damn good together. I like how honest we are with each other..." She stood next to a palm and thought for a moment. Her hand played with her necklace. In the moonlight, she looked sexy as hell and I suddenly had the urge to grab her. "...and we have the best sex. I really think you're a catch."

"I've been wanting to do this since you walked down the stairs in your house..." I wrapped on arm around her and pulled her against my chest. I ran my other hand down her silk body from her back down to her thigh. I kissed her like Fabio might kiss a woman on the cover of a steamy romance novel. She played the part of the ravished woman by falling limp and submissive. My hard cock pressed against my pants and into her thigh. She cooed.

"Take me back to the house and fuck me. I want you like right now, Ray."

"I have a better idea." I looked around and saw no one. We were inside a small stand of palms and it was quiet. I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang out bouncing off her belly. She slipped her hand around it, lightly caressing it before squeezing the stalk. I pushed her dress up to her waist and cupped her wet snatch. She pushed toward me. I lifted her leg and wrapped my arm around it holding her butt cheek. My other arm held her back as I leaned against a tree. I slipped my cock into her warm channel until I was secure. She bounced up to slip it deeper and for my hand to get a better grip. We quietly and slowly rocked as we kissed. This was pure lust and passion. Her nails dug into me as she panted and grunted. We did this for quite a while until we heard voices coming our way. We stood stock still as a couple walked by within ten feet of us and never noticed a pair of fuckers against a tree...as if we even cared if they did.

"Come, Ray. Let's go. I want to fuck you like the animal you've uncaged."

We zipped north with the top down. Throughout the ride, I had my hand on the stick shift and well, so did she. Sometimes I moved my hand into her quim so I could rub my fingers into it. Putting those fingers by my nose and into my mouth helped to make the mileage speed by and significantly shortened the trip.

"Look at this! My dress has the biggest wet spot. It's soaked. It's a good thing we're not going anywhere else tonight."

"You looked beautiful tonight. You even look beautiful now with your dress ruined and your makeup smeared..."

"I want to smear my lipstick around your dipstick. Hey, that's pretty catchy. Maybe I'll post that on twitter."

"I think I'm going to post you and make you twitter."

"Now you're talking, big guy."

We pulled in and raced toward the front door unzipping along the way. "Let's fuck on the deck. It's our magic place."

We were naked when we hit the deck. I grabbed the lounge cushions and threw them onto the deck. "I'm sorry, baby, but I can't wait."

"Ooooh," she cooed as I laid her down and spread her legs. I got between them and slurped her pussy before I punched her with my battering ram. Furiously, we began to bounce and fuck like revved up engines. It didn't take long before I felt my cum rising. 

"Oh shit...I can't keep it going...I'm going to cum."

"Cum, my love, cum inside me. Give it to me. Fill me up. Oh, fuck...fuck...fuck me...harder...fuck me."

That was it. I pushed into her with a powerful thrust and began to spray jizz deep inside. In no time, I was a quart low. As I slowly calmed down, she was stick rocking against me and fucking whatever was left of my flaccid cock. She squeezed it to keep it inside but her actions only served to make me slip out. I quickly got off her and turned around to eat her. I slipped down in to sixty-nine and flipped her over. Her labia covered my mouth. She pushed down against me and continued her rocking. She laved my cock with her tongue, sucking in all the juice that covered it. My tongue jabbed inside her and I licked her walls. She moved so that my tongue was jabbing her hard clit. I felt her spasms begin. Her hole was fluttering against my chin and I suddenly felt it get very wet. I moved my mouth over it as globs of cum burst out. "Oh, yes...oh yes..." she cried as her entire lower body began to shake. "Oh...fuck yes..." She came and came and came hard, drenching my face in her gooey mess. I was loving every moment of it. To me, the immense pleasure of feeling her pleasure explode gave me a pleasure like no other. I thought, "This is what it's all about; this is the real thing."

She quickly pivoted around and began to go down on my face. She moaned and cooed as she licked me clean. When she kissed me, I passed the snowball to her and she thrust her tongue in seeking more, seeking all of it. She was giggling, too. This was such happy sex. My cock responded accordingly and she slipped her wet core down on it. We fucked with abandon until I felt another orgasm coming. Her vagina was spasming again and I felt her inside become very warm.

"I'm coming again, my love. You're making me cum again. Fuck me harder...faster, Ray...fuck me..." She began to cum again as I began to squirt. "Ohhh...my..." We both collapsed, two sweaty bodies ultimately satisfied and utterly limp. What a wonderful feeling.

"We just make love so right, Ray. It must be chemical."

"Yeah, Car, we really do do it right."

"I'm amazed how often we cum together. It's not supposed to be like that, is it?"

"Proof that we're synched up. We seem to fit together."

"Also, I have to tell you that when you eat your cum out of me, it drives me wild and makes me cum again. There is something about that that sets me off. It's so bad and so different and so uninhibited and I love it."

"I like to do that to you. I like the way our cum tastes all mingled together."

"Ray, I want you to do things to me. Everything you do to me excites me so... I want to do things together. I want to explore...but only if you are my guide. You take me places I've only dreamed about. You make me feel secure."

"I'll take you wherever you want to go but only if we can share the experience. Where do you want to go?"

"Well, you know...I've fantasized about a lot of nasty things. Since I've been here, you've satisfied some of those fantasies."

"Like which ones?"

"Ummm...like eating your cum out of me, for one. My ex would never do that. He thought it was too dirty and he was homophobic and he was uptight...but you, you don't care. It's all joy to you."

"That it is. That's 'cause it's all good."

"And I've wanted a threesome with another woman for a long time. All right, Candace was a bit pushy but that sex we had was great. I swear, with all this kinky sex, my pussy has been glowing..."

"Oh, that I know. Radiate me, baby."

She giggled. "Yes, I think we are radioactive together. And I know that we could do anything. I feel so liberated."

"Let me suggest to you that the sex we've had has really been kinky. Okay, so we had a 3-way with Candace but I don't even see that as kinky. To me, having sex with my partner or with multiple partners of the same mind...maybe it is being uninhibited...seems more natural to me. I think our sex has been on an entirely higher level. There's different kinds of sex, there's sex for love. there's sex for sports, you get me point. But tell me this, like what other fantasies...what else do you want to do?"

"Oh, I want to do lots of things." She smiles and rolled her eyes, "You mean in bed?" We laughed. "Well, I have a few more fantasies..." Again she paused in thought. "Like I'd like to have another penis to play with. You know, a threesome with another guy. I dream about that sometimes."

"Not a problem with me. Do you have someone in mind?"

"No, not really."

"What is it you want, double penetration? You know, a cock in your pussy and another in your ass?"

"Yeah, I'd like to try that. Or have a cock in my mouth while I'm getting fucked. I dream of that sometimes. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Of course."

"Well, I'd also like to see two guys do each other...blow each other...sixty-nine...and fuck each other, too. I'd love to see that and rub myself off. Could you do that for me?" As she told me these things, she wriggled over me.

"Not a problem with me, darlin'. If that's what you want, if I can bring you pleasure that way, of course, I'll do it. You said it before, 'together we can do anything'. I feel really connected to you. I trust you, too, which is amazing at this stage of knowing each other. I'd probably do anything for you."

"Ooooh," she squealed. "I'm getting wet again thinking about this. And that's amazing that I even say things like that to you. I would never say something like "I'm gettng wet..." but with you..." She paused. "Mostly though, I think I just want you."

"My dick is out-of-order for a little while longer. Why don't you jerk off for me. I want to watch you."

"Ooooh," she squealed again. "And I want to finger myself for you. That's one of my fantasies...to be so wanton and lusty as you watch me... Hold that thought and I'll be right back."

She jumped up and ran into her house returning a few minutes later with a vibrator. It was a small red tube-shaped-something like a Nike "Swoosh" with a sort of smooth, rounded hooked curve on one end. It looked to be about eight inches long. It looked wide enough to hold a couple of c-cells. I'd never seen a gizmo like this and it made me curious. I sat up on the cushions as she sat opposite me. She spread her legs and her damp thighs glistened in the moonlight.

"Now you just watch me, my kinky lover." She turned on the device and it began to hum. She stared into my eyes. "I'm going to make myself cum with my little toy here but in my head, I'm thinking about you and me and your cock and your mouth and the way you kiss me and touch me and feel me..." She started to run the tube over her lips and along her clit. "...yes, my lover, you watch me...you watch how my pussy drips for you...my insides are so hot for you...you watch me and see what I will do everyday we're apart...I'll pretend that you're kissing me just under my breast like you like to do...it gives me goosebumps just thinking about it now..." She closed her eyes and threw her head back with a sigh. She continue the up and down and around motions but also, she pushed it in and rubbed the hook end on her g-spot before taking it out and stroking her clit some more. Her mound, her thighs and her crotch were soaking wet as she rubbed the humming swoosh along her cootch. "...I'm visualizing your cock and how it feels in my mouth...how it feels when you fuck me...I love how you fuck me." She pulled the swoosh out and lightly spanked her mound. "Ooooh...," she breathed in hard before placing the swoosh back into her cunt, this time at a more vigorous pace, "...I never fucked like this before...I've never rubbed myself in front of anyone before...look how wet I get just thinking about you. You make me feel so hot. I go crazy around you. I do crazy things. Like watching you watching me...I want you to see how crazy you make me..." She rubbed herself and her hand was soaked. She placed a wet finger between her lips and moved it in and out. "I imagine that my finger is your dick, covered in my syrup...oh...my pussy is so wet...oh, oh...you cum in my mouth...you cum on my tits...oh..." Her climax was rising. Her face and her breasts suddenly flushed a deep red. The swoosh has rapidly stimulating her g-spot and her other hand flicked her clit. She was now moving the swoosh in and out. Her eyes were closed and she was getting close. No longer talking, she was panting and rocking. She opened her eyes and stared at me. "I'm cumming for you...I want you to see how you make me cum...cum, cum...oh, my pussy...yes, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Her orgasm suddenly exploded. Her hand flew up to pinch her nipple. Her groin pumped back and forth against the 'swoosh'. Her groans were ecstatic, her throat gurgled. She slowed her motions and withdrew the vibrator. Her mons was still flushed only now it was dripping. She leaned back on her hands panting as she slowly recovered. Watching her cum and then come down was an exceptionally beautiful event.

"That was soooo hot. I love to see you cum. You are so hot." I quickly got down on my knees and began to suck and lick her. Her hands pressed down on my hair as she kept me in place. She grunted...her signal for oncoming relief. I felt her rise again and she quickly convulsed in another orgasm, her pussy oozing onto my tongue.

"Ohhhhhh...you...," she groaned. She rolled down onto me, cuddled into me, kissed me and fell asleep. We lay on the cushions for over an hour until I lifted her up and carried her into my bed. I crawled in next to her and with my cock between her ass cheeks, we spooned through the night, both of us snoring contentedly.

Hot enough for you in here? Part V is cumming soon.



Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 05



Conclusion

I awoke in the morning as the light streamed in through the window. As I opened my eyes, Caren was watching me.

"Good morning, darlin'. I like watching you awaken. You were sleeping so deeply but then you made a little smile and rolled over. What a nice way to wake up."

I mumbled something as a response but without that first cup of coffee, I don't think anyone could understand me, let alone Caren.

"I just had the best dream before waking. I was dreaming that you were going down on me and as I came, I awoke. How good is that. That's another first for me. Thanks to you." I knew she was telling me the truth because the room reeked of her sex. "Can you smell me? I stink!" What a woman!

She laughed as she slipped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard her flush and then run the shower. I didn't feel like moving, just listening to her. I'll never know why but I knew at that precise moment that the long odyssey of loneliness since my divorce was over. A wellness came over me; I felt whole again. I knew that I had found my ideal mate and I wanted to be with her always. Yes, I decided, this was love.

She came back into the bedroom as she towelled off. "Someone looks like the cat that ate the canary."

I smiled at her. "Yes, missy. I was just lying here thinking about how much I have loved these days with you. I realized just how much I like being with you, how much I want to learn about you and mostly, just how much I think I am in love with you."

She stopped cold as she was draping the towel around her hair. "Did you just say what I think I heard you say? Did you just say that you are in love with me?"

"Yes, you heard right. I hope I didn't upset you but I'm just expressing the way I feel."

Her eyes welled up and I saw tears forming. She got onto the bed and looked me in the eye. "Please say it again so I know I wasn't hallucinating."

"I love you, Caren. Since the moment you stepped into my life, you've made it infinitely better. I love you. I do."

"I must be tripping." She pinched herself. "One more time, please?"

"Hmmm...I'm crazy about you. I think I'm in love with you. I want us to be together..."

She began to cry as she learned down and smothered me in kisses. Her tears dripped onto my cheeks as her tears mixed with little laughs of glee. She was choked up and both of us were emotional.

"Before, when I watched you sleep, I thought to myself, "I love this man." I want to be with you always, Ray. You complete me." She sat up. "I'm cancelling the plane back. I'm going to quit my job. I'm going to..."

"Hold it, hold it. Slow down. You're not cancelling your reservation. You're going to go back and go to your job. I'm going back in a couple of days and I'm going to prepare my house for you. I'm going to fly to Chicago in about a week and we will decide what the reality of the situation is together. And then we'll take it from there."

"Whatever you say as long as you come get me. I can quit tomorrow, I don't care, there's always another legal secretary around. Now, I don't think that I even have a life if it isn't with you...you, my partner." Again, she smothered me in kisses, laughing in joy.

"Now, come on, my love, you have a plane to catch."

"Come with me to the other house as I dress. I want us to talk more about this."

She collected all her things and wrapped in the towel, and with a cup of joe in my hand, we went next door. It took her no time at all to pack as she never really unpacked. We spoke of the intricasies involved in changing our lives and decided that there was nothing we couldn't quickly overcome. We were determined to make this happen and as quickly as possible. In fact, when she went to the airline web site to check the status of the flight, I made my reservation to fly from Islip to Midway a week later.

After much hugging and kissing, she pulled her rental car out of the driveway and headed for the airport. I stood and watched until I could no longer see the tail lights. Suddenly, I felt her absence and I felt at a loss which only steeled my resolve to be with her and make her a permanent part of my life.

I seemed to sleepwalk for the next two days. Dutifully, I visited my mother and even told her of my luck. She gave me a smile and I think she understood (or perhaps that is just me projecting).Still, it made me feel good to think that she knew what I was saying.

Candace called me the day after Caren flew home. "Ray, I was wondering what you were doing right now. I figured that with Caren gone, I might make a good stand-in. I can set up a threesome with Galena for tomorrow or if you like, I can come over now, fuck you silly and you can make me squirt."

"Thanks for the offer, Candace. It sounds tempting but I'm sorry, we won't be able to hook up. I'm pretty busy for the next few days."

"Aw. Too busy for pussy? You mean that I won't be able to squirt on your face again?"

"Maybe on my next trip, Candace."

"Did my friend break your cock? Did she? Tell me the truth!"

"You might be right. I think maybe she did. She broke it off and took it back to Chicago. It's her dick now."

I don't think Candace liked the way I answered. She got all kinds of huffy with me between pleading for one more fuck. Finally, I was able to get her off the phone. I thought to myself that Candace had Galena, a strap-on and lots of batteries. If she wanted, she could probably go fuck herself. I felt nothing for her and I was glad. She was annoying.

As I flew back to Long Island, I realized that Caren had not left my thoughts since the moment she drove away.

Over the next week, we spoke on the phone constantly. One night, we skyped and watch each other masturbate. My computer must have downloaded smell-o-vision because I could swear I could detect her scent wafting from the monitor.

I told some of my friends about my good luck and they were most pleased for me. I thought it significant when one told me that it would good to see the old Ray again and not the mopey, sullen character I'd become. I thought that I agreed; I would like to see the old Ray, too, although I knew I was 'back' because I felt that joie de vivre again after so long in stasis.

When I landed at Midway, she was waiting at the gate, her manatee necklace dangling in her cleavage. We threw our arms around each other and hugged each other. "I am so glad you are here, my darling. This week has been torture." She squeezed me.

"I can't disagree. I've been waiting to hold you since the moment you drove off."

"Come on, hurry. I can't wait to make love to you."

I like Chicago. Except for a bad week I had there during the summer of '68 and the Democratic National Convention, it's always been a fun place. Great blues. Great steaks. Not that I saw any of the city, I did not. We spent the weekend in her apartment.

"I resigned my job yesterday, Ray. It was no big deal but I can now receive all the vested benefits. I've wanted to quit for a long time so I just did it. I was wasting away there. There are other things I want to do...with you."

"And I fixed up my house for you. I think you will really love it."

"We could be in a shotgun shack for all I care just as long as I am with you...and wrapped around this beautiful cock." She took me into her mouth and lovingly brought me to hardness for the umpteenth time. This time, her blowjob was tender and delicate. She seemed to be worshipping my cock and loving it. When I came, she sipped my cum as if through a straw. I was in awe of her skills, so incredibly heightened since our vacation just a couple of weeks earlier.

I found that when I went down on her, it was more tender and loving as well. As I kissed and licked her, feelings of care and devotion washed over me. Eating her was like a fine art, a gourmet meal; she was my ultimate pleasure. Our sex during that weekend was positively inspirational and divine.

On Monday, we flew back to Long Island. She'd already started to make arrangements to move her belongings. Everything was in motion for our cohabitation and that pleased us both tremendously.

She loved my house and took to it immediately. While not a very big house, it had been in my possession for nearly thirty years since I bought it from my uncle. It has always suited me fine. On a small but valuable piece of property, the deck faced the ocean and the view was what Hampton homes are all about. She immediately took to the house and enjoyed feminizing the man-cave interior almost as much as the two of us did warming up in the hot tub. The only problem we had was the rising cost of living there. The Hamptons are an incredibly expensive place in which to live and, with the arrival of the hedge fund motherfuckers, every cost had risen to bizarre levels. My house simply became very expensive to maintain.

Our friends were all happy for us and to see the change in me. Between the parties I took her to and the shows at Stephen Talkhouse, she felt very welcome. We hosted some of her friends during a few short visits and they were over-the-top thrilled for the two of us. Her friends were somewhat more reserved and proper than my crazy East End crowd but her friends were business people and office workers and my friends were all artists and musicians so it stands to reason. Watching the two mix was very instructive as well as fascinating. I soon got the feeling that Caren liked my crowd more. I should also tell you that during this time, we were monogamous...that is except for once which I will tell you about after I bring you up to speed.

Life had turned around for us and we luxuriated in our relationship. We were both "on the same side" and it felt wonderful. We had a few little disagreements that we quickly worked out. We never had what one might call an argument or a spat. No, we were of one mind and it was very comforting.

I relate this story to you because to us, we are a miracle to be shared. The events I have related took place nearly ten years ago and we are still together, still very much in love and sharing a paradisical existence. Yup, even to an old codger like me, love conquers all.

We've spent the last ten years enjoying every adventure. We've constantly changed and altered ourselves, I'd say 'mutually morphed' in order to allow ourselves to grow. For one thing, our residence in East Hampton only lasted one year before we moved on.

What happened was that my mother passed. When we went down to St. Pete to make funeral arrangements, we both had a revelation and that was that we liked it down on the Gulf Coast more than on the ritzy Long Island shore. Besides the financial aspects, there was the superfine weather, the spectacular Gulf...why wouldn't we want to move? There was no reason not to. And as luck would have it, we seemed to bring each other luck. When we returned to East Hampton, we set things in motion to move away.

My friend Alvin told me that he was considering selling off some of his properties. I quickly made an offer on the Longboat Key house (which he said was the best of his lots) and we agreed on the sale for a little over one million dollars. Caren was thrilled. I put my little paradise up for sale and because it was a rare piece of East Hampton oceanfront that I knew held high value, I was able to get close to eight million dollars for it leaving a healthy piece of change in my pocket. In fact, I sold the house to a young and rising movie starlet and her rock star husband.

For two weeks before our move, we were feted and hailed by our friends with fancy dinners at pricey restaurants. One of the best parties took place at The Talkhouse with all my favorite bands and musicians in attendance. That was a glorious night that lasted deep into the wee hours.

The best party, however, took place at another beachfront property, this one on the Montauk cliffs where Doug and Lora lived. Just up the road from Bruce Weber, Dick Cavett, Julian Schnabel and Paul Simon, it commands what might be the most impressive vista available on Long Island. From the wide front lawn to the cliff, there is a complete two hunded and forty degree expansive view of the ocean.

Doug and Lora had been long-time friends and lovers; my favorite playmates. I told Caren all about them and she was excited to meet them. The party they threw was an afternoon affair with several live bands and lots of our mutual friends. The food was catered by Bobby Flay's company and everything was terrific. As the party began to end and guests began to drift away, Caren came to me as I stood near the edge of the cliff.

"I just had a conversation with Lora and she wants us to stay after everyone is gone. She asked me if she and Doug can play with you one last time. I told her that we would love to play with them but not to consider it "the last time" as we will have them down to Longboat as our guests in the very near future."

"That was nice of you. But, to be honest with you, I'm really not all that interested in sex with them anymore. You are more than enough for me."

"And I feel the same...but I feel their warmth for you and I think this could be fun. It's been a long time since we've partied and, to be honest, I'm turned on by them. You know, I've never been a foursome...this is another fantasy I'd like to satisfy. What do you say, stud?"

Smiling, I said, "Okay. You've twisted my arm." Just then Lora called to us back to the house.

They were waiting for us on the deck. Doug asked us to follow him as he had something to show me. He ushered us into the studio alongside the house. There, he pulled a cloth off a large canvas. It was a beautiful painting and one of the nicest I'd ever seen him create. It was an abstract of the oceanview from the cliff but it had a sense of wildness mixed with a warm sense of bliss. It was incredible. Caren and I stood in front of it and were astounded by it.

"It's incredible, Doug...just incredible."

"It's called "Maximum Satisfaction" and it is dedicated to you, Ray. I painted it after the last time we were together. It is a gift to you if you want it. Consider it a housewarming present."

"I don't know what to say, Doug. I am so touched. Of course, I accept it. Having your painting hang in our new house is a great honor. I don't know what to say except that I love it. And I love you. Both of you. All three of you."

"I love it too, Doug. It speaks volumes to me. We can't thank you enough."

"That's not true, Caren. I know one way to thank us." She pulled the four of us together in a group hug. "Let us make love to you tonight."

Caren leaned into Lora and kissed her. Lora returned the kiss and more. They broke apart just as Doug leaned into me and kissed me. I accepted his kiss. Our mustaches met and tickled each other.

"Wow. That was pretty cool." I could see Caren's pleasure rising by the flush in her cheeks as she watched us kiss.

"Let's go where it's more comfortable, shall we?" Lora took Caren's hand and led us out of the concrete floored studio into the house. "There now, isn't this better? Where were we?" She placed her arms around Caren and they kissed again. Doug walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. I could see Caren watching us, her eyes following every move. Doug had my shirt open and was stroking my chest and lightly pinching my nipples. I began to pull his shirt up and over his head as we stood there swapping spit.

"Aren't they beautiful?" asked Lora.

"I've never watched anything like this before. I've always wanted to see two men make love. It is very erotic." Caren was visibly awed.

"Then let's sit and watch, shall we?" They sat down on the expansive sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean. I could feel Caren's eyes on me as my shirt dropped to the floor. Doug's lips had moved down to my nipple and his hands held my ass. It felt very good. My hands traveled down his chest to the package straining against his clothes. It felt very good. My hands circled his cock and I could feel the outline of the head against the fly. I slowly unzipped him and reached in. I knew he would be going commando and his hard piece flipped out into my palm. Everything felt so very, very good. As we stood sideways to the women, I knew that Caren could see the action well. I heard her gasp when Doug's cock popped out.

Doug's cock was always something at which to gasp. His cut cock measured a good ten inches when hard and was as fat as a beer can. I loosened his shorts and let them drop so Caren could view his immense ballsac which hung several inches, each testicle defined by the stretched skin. She gasped again.

Doug unzipped me and my drawers dropped. He wrapped his big hands around my shaft. His long fingers stroked and pulled at my more modest seven inches. Our dicks were poking each other's bellies. Doug held both dicks and lightly squeezed them together while he ever so slowly sank to his knees. My fingers ran through his hair on the way down. When he reached the point where my penis was inches from his face, he leaned forward and buried his face into my crotch, smelling my musky balls. His long tongue wrapped around my sac. tickling me. My dick responded by bouncing off his nose.

"Shit!" Caren was getting hot. "This is sooo sensual."

"Here, let me help you." Lora pulled Caren's shirt up and helped her out of it. She got on her knees and helped Caren slip out of her jeans. Caren now sat back and slowly exhaled as Lora looked up at the large wet spot on Caren's red thong. She slowly inhaled the aroma. She stood and disrobed before curling up next to Lora. She, too, wore a damp red thong.

Doug was now slurping my cock, His hands played with my ass and my nuts. My knees went wobbly. "I have missed this, Ray." He got up. "Wait a second...hold that thought...I want to rearrange the furniture!"

Right away, I understood what he was doing as he pulled a long plush lounge in front of the big couch and pointed for me to lie down. He wanted the women to see everything and so he created a little stage for them. I looked at Caren as she and Lora sat cuddled, Lora's hand gently stroking her breast. "You good with this, my love?" I asked.

"Am I ever!" She spread her legs at me and I could see that her thong was more a sponge than a garment. "I'm going to cum just from watching."

I lay back and waited for Doug to position himself at my head. I looked up to see his monster cock swing. I reached up and held his nuts. My tongue flicked and wiped the precum oozing from his piss hole before going back to his nuts. For a few minutes I teabagged him, my tongue under his scrotum as he dragged it across my face before gliding my tongue back under his long, fat shaft toward his glans. I traced the vein with the tip until I reached the large head. I licked around the head and especially into Cyclop's Eye before putting it between my lips. It filled my moutch and stretched my cheeks. I looked over at the women. Caren's eyes met mine. I could see how turned on she'd become as her body was flushed. It must have helped that Lora had one hand in Caren's thong. Caren's hand was in Lora's thong. All fingers were moving.

I placed both hands on his thing and slowly began to pull the head deeper...then back off...then down again...and back until I had a few inches. My hands slowly twisted around the shaft, or more like trunk. I'd done this before with Doug. I knew what I could and could not do and I knew that I could not take it any deeper as my mouth was stretched and his banging against my tonsils was gagging me. He knew, too, as he slowly backed off, placed his knees on the lounge and positioned his mouth over my cock. He knew I could tend to him and accomodate him better this way. Lora's small Asian body was now sitting in Caren's lap, her face buried in Caren's breasts. Caren smiled at me.




Gulf Coast Welcome Ch. 05



Doug and I were sucking each other. In this position, I was able to suck and slide his glans in and anout as well as pull and pump the shaft. One hand held his nuts as the index finger rubbed his pucker. His cock was so hard in my hand, the head so taut. I knew Doug couldn't last much longer. I closed my eyes while I picked up the pumping tempo and my mouth sucked and squeezed on it; my tongue slurped around the throbbing skin. He was fucking my face now, or as much as he could get me to take. Lora moaned and I looked over. I was surprised to see that they had moved closer. Her eyes were saucer-wide as she took it in. "So cool, baby, so cool...let me see you take his cum, baby..." At that precise moment, he began tremble. I opened my mouth wide and the first shot caught the back of my throat. I opened wide so Caren could see the ropes of his ejaculate blast onto my tongue, my palate, around my lips and dripping out. I looked at Caren. "Kiss me." Doug moved off me as Caren and I shared his load, swapping it back and forth until our mouths were clean. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I came just before Doug did."

Doug slapped my leg and asked me to get up. He took my place on the lounge getting on all fours and sticking his ass in the air. "Your turn."

"This is my favorite, Caren," said Lora. "I love to see my husband's ass plowed." She moved forward to watch and to rub her outstretched hand on Doug's sticky cock. Caren scooted behind her and pulled down her thong. She began to kiss and lick Lora's ass. 

I spit the last traces of Doug's cum into my hand and smeared it around his rectum. I stuck one, then two fingers into it to stretch it out. This was a foolish thing to do. I mean, this is my friend Doug who has an asshole that is hardly virginal and was probably as wide as the Holland Tunnel. I haunched over his ass and slipped it in with one thrust, as deep as I could go. Slowly, I withdrew and drove it in again. In no time, we had rhythm going. As I did this, the women moaned and murmured.

Lora was now pushed back onto Caren's face. Although I couldn't see her, her slurping sounds made me understand the grin on Lora's face. She leaned back so I could see Caren's face between her legs, her tongue spinning over Lora's large swollen clit. I could see bliss written across their faces.

I was having a great time, too, plowing Doug's ass. Each time I thrust in, I felt his sphincter grip me as I pulled out. He was fucking me with his asshole and not the other way around. His ass was like a vacuum; a suction pump cleaning my pipes. "I'm going to fill your ass, Doug...here it comes!" I sprayed his bowels, shooting way up up his snug chute. I pumped him about five times as we squeezed me and drained my snake. I went limp very quickly as I slipped out.

"Are you holding it for me, sweetheart, " said Lora. I moved away as she took my place. Immediately, she began to tonguelash his ass. He groaned and expelled my cum into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed before swabbing him clean. "Ummmm." She smiled, some cum dripping from her lip. "Excuse me while I clean up." She hopped off and raced into the bathroom.

Caren lay there on the couch, her thong soaking wet. "Another fantasy satisfied. Thank you, honey." She had a dreamy look on her face.

Lora returned. "Now, it's your turn, Caren. Let us show you how much we love you. Come here." She pulled Doug off the chaise and had Caren lie on her back. "Now boys, you start on top while I..." She planted a kiss on Caren's mons. Doug and I got on each side of Caren and began to rub her, kiss her and nuzzle her breasts. Caren hiccuped as her nipples popped up begging for attention. Doug and I suckled her nipples as she threw her chest back.

Lora pushed Caren's legs apart and with both hands caressed and opened her vulva. She pushed the hood back and place her clit between her lips. Caren moaned and hiccupped again, a sure sign that an orgasm was blossoming. Her hands were on my head and Doug's head as we worshiped her breasts. Her belly buckled a couple of times as Lora bore down on her. Lora pushed Caren's legs up and we quickly understood as we hooked our arms around the inside of her knees. We lifted her slightly so Lora could have more access. With one hand squeezing her tit into my mouth and with her legs in a flying-v, Caren was enjoying all sorts of pleasures. I can't express just how good that made me feel.

Lora was running circles around Caren's clit. She had formed her hands together like a pistol and was fucking her with her index-fingered barrel, her pinkies tickling Caren's anus. Caren began to give out her orgasmic grunts and groans as she bucked against Lora's oral and manipulative handiwork. Caren's nipple was so hard I swear I thought her breast would burst. Suddenly, her body went rigid for a moment before she began to bounce in her throes of ecstacy. He let out a long wail as she came. Her body repeated the process and it appeared that she came again. No, actually she was working her way up the ladder as evidenced by the third and most explosive orgasm. She gripped us tightly as we gripped her. She pushed her vagina up into Lora's face and inhaled deeply. She held it for a moment as her face turned bright red. She yelled, "Yessssss..... As she exhaled, she slowly sank onto lounge. We gently lowered her legs before lying down around her and tenderly caressing her. We lay together like that for a while until she stirred.

"My friends, that was unreal. Another threshold was just crossed. I've never been multiorgasmic before but you guys... I felt so much emotion from all of you. You guys just rocked my world."

"It was such a great pleasure to feel you cum. It is I who feel honored." It was obvious that Lora meant those words.

"I'm glad we could give you something to remember us by before you leave us. Tonight, our sex has felt incredible. We are truly sharing love." I knew Doug meant that, too.

"I must say, Ray, this girl is a keeper. You are lucky to have found each other. Besides that, you have the sweetest, most delicious vadge I have ever, ever, I mean ever, had the pleasure to eat, and I have eaten a few!" We laughed. "And now, how about we have another drink and some nosh. Just so we get a little strength for the next round."

"Oh, I like that idea." Caren licked her lips as she looked at our flaccid dicks. The women got up and headed for the kitchen leaving Doug and I sprawled out and immobile.

"You know, we've sucked and fucked each other before, Ray, but tonight it was something really special, wasn't it?"

"That it was, Doug, that it was." I patted his leg. "I was really into your cock. I think I had an out-of-body experience when you came."

"I can relate. I can't remember when we've all felt satisfied at the same time. How nice." I considered how much of a good-natured person my friend Doug was.

The women returned with an open bottle of red wine and a platter filled with shrimp prepared three different ways and with all applicable sauces - all left over from the party. We shared small talk and laughs. Lora asked Caren about our sex together as a couple.

"The best way to describe our sex life is by saying that we always (that's right, I said always) orgasm together."

"You're lying. That can't be true."

"No, it's true, Lora. I know it sounds incredible but it happens to be true."

"She's right, Lora. It's like we are in such sync that we take the connection for granted. We do a mind meld. We have transcendental sex...and we cum together nearly all the time. In those rare moments when we don't cum together, it's just a moment after." Lora still looked like she didn't believe us. "Honest. Why would we lie?"

Caren gave me her ear-to-ear grin. She nodded her head in agreement. Lora was amazed. "I'm speechless. Doug and I have enjoyed each other for more years than you could imagine, and in all those years, we came together maybe once or twice. Woudn't you say, dear?"

"Yeah, I guess. I never really thought about it before. I mean both of us always cum...at the same time, sequentially, who cares? We cum. Thank the Lord."

"Well, I am impressed that you two are so well matched."

The shrimp was gone and the bottle empty. Lora moved everything away and ordered us to follow her into the bedroom. The vista of the vast Atlantic was breathtaking. Stars twinkled in the dome-shaped skylight above us. Distant boats shone their beacons along the invisible horizon. Along the eastern end of the horizon, an immense cruise ship was heading toward New York City, its emblem lit along its starboard side and spotlights aglare. What a view.

Lora broke the silence. "Caren, darling, you are the guest of honor tonight. How would you like to arrange us for your pleasure?"

Caren turned and thought a moment. She looked at the king-sized bed. "Ok, Lora, you go to the headboard, sit back and spread your legs. I really enjoyed how soft you felt earlier when I was kissing you." Lora dutifully got into position. "Ok, now Ray, I want you to lay so that you're on your back but your cock is on Lora's pussy." I followed her instruction draping Lora's legs over mine. "Now, I going to get on top of Ray and sixty-nine the two of them. Doug, you get behind me and fuck me with that monster. I don't think you can get it into my ass so please, stick with fucking me, okay. Everybody have their assignments? Good. Let's do this."

She crawled atop me with her knees bent at my shoulders. Doug got behind her butt and slipped his cock beween us. As I licked his sac, I placed his cock at her opening and watched him slowly slide in. Caren said, "Oooph" as she felt the glans pop in. "Slowly, Doug. Slowly." she admonished. I coated her entrance and his cock with my saliva as he ventured further, When she had about eight inches inside, she began to slowly slide on it, rubbing her lips across me face and my nose. She let out a deep sigh. "I feel so full. Your cock is so thick." She lowered herself onto my face as Doug began to rock her. I felt her hands on my thighs as she leaned in and began to lick Lora's cunt alternating with sucking my cock down her throat. When my cock was hard enough, she slipped the tip into Lora's snatch. Lora squeezed in closer to take in more of me. We both felt Caren's tongue as all of us slowly rocked and moaned together.

Lora was the first to cum, pressing Caren's head into her crotch as my dick sloshed around inside. After she settled down, she moved around so that both she and Caren could service my dick. Caren, meanwhile, was taking Doug as deep as she could go it was almost in to the hilt on each downstroke, her vagina stretched to its limit. I was amazed at how it stretched around his shaft, I hardly thought it possible. When Lora began to do that butterfly thing on my balls, I was next to pop. The women pulled back as I painted their faces and necks in pearls. They began to kiss and lick the cum off each other as I wilted into a puddle below.

Doug started to pump as she pumped back. They were fucking in earnest now. I planted my tongue around her clit and sucked it in. She began to push back against him and grunt. Soon, her grunts turned into wails. I felt the wave hit her and, like a tsunami, it washed over her and drenched me. "Fuck...fuck...so big...oh, oh, oh...don't stop. Don't stop." She bounced up and down on my face and seemed nearly out-of-control until she peaked. Her body froze and I watched as her vagina tightened around his dick. She slowly placed her head in my lap. Absorbed in the pleasure, Doug did not stop pumping for nearly a minute until he pulled out and placed the tip at the entrance to her ass, She accepted the tip before he began to shoot into her. When his orgasm subsided, he withdrew as she placed her anus over my lips. It was my turn to drink cum from her ass and I did so willingly. I swabbed my tongue deep into her butt and drank Doug's seed from her. She had another small hiccup orgasm as I made love to her ass.

That night, as we drove back to our house, she told me that her pussy hurt from Doug's cock...still, she added that it was a 'good' hurt.

A few days after, Caren was still walking with a distinct wobble (and a 'good' hurt) as we watched the movers start their drive south. After giving the house a final once over and (for me) somewhat of an emotional goodbye, we got into the car for the long drive down to Longboat in our new BMW, purchased just for the trip. We've been on Longboat Key every day since (except for several exotic vacations around the world).

We often use the house to entertain friends during their vacations times. The house has been home to more orgasms that it ever had under the previous ownership. Caren and I make it a point to give our guests a Gulf Coast welcome. And, to answer your question, Caren and I are still very much in love and we are still inseparable. While that concept may be insufferable to some, for us, it is another way we celebrate the love and friendship we share. It is easy to share our space. Clearly, we are each other's best friend. (By the way, just so you know, I've never had a problem with my penis not getting erect or staying hard since our first fuck. No little blue pills, either. Don't need 'em. I guess it was all in my head and now my head is correctly screwed on. I knew I could get one more screw into this story!) And yes, while it is hard to believe, we still come together. But as my best friend has frequent multiple orgasms, I would have to admit that I spit my seed during at least one of them. We seem to...

NOTE FROM CAREN: I made him stop writing already and made him print out a copy for me to read. It's enough. I just completed reading it and I have to say that he got the gist of our story correct. Maybe there was too much information but that's just my opinion. My version of these events are considerably different. In some cases, they vary alot. Still, it doesn't matter because he got the ending right. What a guy.

Let me say that I love this man completely. I have since the moment he introduced himself to me on the beach. He turned me on like I'd never experienced before. It's true. I remember how I trembled after he left and how I ran back into my house to masturbate. But he never knew that until now. Do you see how my take on events adds to the tale?

I will say it again: I love this man. Completely and Totally. With every pore in my body. He opened my mind and continues to do so each day. He let me feel my own feelings and to luxuriate in them. We seem to share desires, emotions and respect. I like that we do so much together. I never ever feel stifled. We get along so well because we relish each others presence. I don't care what other people think, it works for us. Perhaps this happens when you remove the green-eyed monster called jealousy from a relationship. It's not a concept we understand. Ray and I do not cheat on each other and we seldom indulge in group pleasure (unless, of course, Doug and Lora visit.) We are more than enough for each other.

He never fails to make me cum. And cum. And (yes, with a hiccup), cum again. Our sex is dripping in joy, you might say. There isn't a position we haven't tried and even some we think we made up. I have no more fantasies to investigate, he has satisfied them all. Sometimes, Ray and I like to hone our skills. But always together, at each others side, supporting each other.

I could go on but Ray is nagging me to join him kayaking in the bay. Should we take two kayaks or the tandem? Hmmm....

That's all folks. I think I've shot my wad on this one. Thanks for reading it, voting (highly) on it, commenting upon it and favoriting it. Your feedback is more than welcome.