It was not the sound of the sea, as it gently kissed the edge of the beach…. the gentle sighing that whispered in the air, was coming from the couple lying on the white sands. The sun had just set, and the sky was shimmering with colors that were alive and beautiful. The footprints in the sand traced the path that they had taken. They had shared an exquisite meal and a chilled bottle of wine at the beachfront restaurant called, Neptune”s Platter.
They had dressed in shorts and t-shirts and were relaxed and satiated by the pleasures of the evening. Now they were hungry for loving and the release of pent up passions. They sank onto the sand and shed their clothing. Her hand stroked him to hardness, as he nuzzled at her breasts, turning her soft rose-colored nipples into firm marbles. She gripped him firmly and he began to become slick with the hunger of his arousal. Her hands touched him skillfully, causing him to groan and tighten his stomach muscles and thrust his body upward with each movement.
He leaned back and lay upon the sand. She took him into her mouth and as she drew him in deeply, the warm silkiness of her tongue traced a sensitive tapestry, causing him to gasp. Her hand slid up and down, moving with the rhythm of her mouth. She stroked tender places with her other hand and felt herself oozing with wetness, as his fingers found the depths of her sex. He was touching her deep, pressing on her special spot she had discovered.
Just as she was about to mount him, a startled gasp came from the shadow of the rocks along the water. They were surprised to see a young woman, dressed in a skimpy bikini, staring at them with one hand covering her mouth, and the other deep in her bikini panties. For a few moments they looked at each other…hearts racing and breath rasping with passion.
” Oh wow,” she gasped,” I am so sorry, I…”
He raised a hand to her in a gesture of welcome and she looked as if she were going to stay; yet she turned and ran down the beach. They watched her tight little buttocks as they writhed and bounced like they had a life of their own.
” Oh well.” he said,” That would have been my ultimate fantasy.” He was still as hard as steel, and she did mount him and he thrust deep inside so suddenly that it triggered an immediate climax for her. As she screamed and rode him like he was a wild horse, he shouted as he exploded inside of her. They forgot everything but the electric spasms that assailed them over and over again.
Down the beach, the girl lowered the binoculars and took in a shaky deep breath. She herself was wet and aching terribly. She had never been this hungry for sex before. She had not been with a man for so long. Not that the loss was so great. It had been unsatisfying and more like she was serving a man rather than exploring her own sexuality. She longed for more…so much more. It was wonderful to be held, as passion rose when she was with a man. When he came in her mouth she herself climaxed, not because of his touching her, but as he came…his hunger and release caused her to feel desperately needed and desired. Even when a man came within her she rode the wave of his passion and not her own. It was always the same…after sex; a man would find a reason to leave. She wanted to be held. He had wanted to meet his needs. Then she was alone again…hungry and lonely.
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Later that night, scenes of the couple on the beach tortured her. Not only because she could see their mutual passion, but also because…well, she didn’t know what, but she longed for those feelings and experiences. She heard the sound of the Jacuzzi turn on next door. It was situated on the deck, and had sparkling bubbles, with lights shimmering beneath. She slipped into the shadows, as the woman stepped onto the deck. The woman wore only a towel, and she discarded it and stood at the rail, gazing out at the hungry sea. The moon was bright in the sky now, and bathed her in its luminous glow. Her body was beautiful. While older than the girl, she still had the figure that had always set her apart from other women. It was the woman from the beach she had seen earlier. They had inadvertently chosen to stay not only in the same hotel, but next to each other as well.
The woman said in a whisper, ” Why don’t you come over for a spa and some wine?” The girl gasped lightly and began to apologize, but the woman interrupted with, “Come on over, I would like some company. ”
Shyly, the girl stepped over the small fence, the tiny bikini still hugging her body like a second skin. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and she was panting, and somewhat breathless. How embarrassing. She said thanks and stepped into the warm bubbling water.
” We are alone,” said the woman, ” feel free to get out of that string. ” With that the girl laughed.
” It was supposed to lure a man to my bed, but I just don’t feel like that kind of duty.”
” Duty? ” said the woman.
The girl looked at her with deep blue eyes misting. ” I always give so much more than I receive. ” she sighed.” If this is what sex is supposed to be like for a woman, I am already tired of it, yet I constantly think about it. I see a man and I find my eyes checking out his butt, and lingering at the bulge in his shorts. Wondering how he would feel inside of me.”
She blushed and put a hand to her mouth and said, ” I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
” It’s ok, ” interrupted the woman. ” Have some of this wonderful wine and let”s chill out and talk about men! ” With that the woman motioned with her hand at the girl’s bikini and said, ” I feel it’s not fair to be naked in here and you fully dressed.” The girl laughed again and asked, ” What about the man…” And then she realized that she had given away her identity as the girl in the shadows, watching them make love.
” It’s alright, ” the woman smiled, ” He’s away now taking care of some business of some kind.”
With that the girl slipped out of her bikini and settled into the warm spa. She drank wine with the woman and they shared stories of men with all of their wonders and irritating faults. The girl saw that the woman was gently stroking herself as she sat there. Then as the girl shifted her position she sat near a vent, gushing warmer water and an array of dancing bubbles. The bubbles stroked her thighs and nibbled at her teasingly; like the gentle licking of a thousand butterflies.
The girl closed her eyes and began to weave with her butt on the flow and she felt herself tightening her vagina, and dancing amidst the stream of delightful pleasure. Then she opened her eyes and glanced at the woman. With head giddy with wine they both laughed; a deep belly laugh that they could not stop for some time.
” God I am so hungry for sex, ” said the woman.
” But you just…” said the girl.
” Honey, Sex with that man only makes me want more. He scratches places inside of me that I didn’t even know itched. We have sex and I want to eat him alive and have it again and again.” She shook her head and added, hand still moving beneath the bubbling frothy water, ” He wants to do things that I never was comfortable with before with other men, But with him, anything, and I mean anything is beautiful and such a turn on.”
The woman leaned closer to the girl and whispered secretly,
” When he comes, he growls…actually growls like a lion in the jungle. At first it kind of scared me, but wow, it is such a turn on. He said to me once that as he comes he actually feels like a strong powerful lion, mounting his mate and thrusting deep, exploding in a climax…It’s like he is there, in the jungle. It’s so different…He is such an animal.”
With that they laughed and drank more wine. As they stared at the stars sprinkled across the sky like a field of diamonds, their fingers squeezed their own nipples and found entrance into the secret places of their sex. The woman felt for the fingers of the girl”s hand and placed them on her breast. The girl opened her mouth and the woman shook her head in a yes gesture and rubbed the girl”s fingers around and around on her hardening nipples. The girl stepped closer and the woman stroked her sex with a finger jutting upward, hardening her clitoris as her hand moved back and forth. The girl did the same, and as their lips touched gently, their tongues met and they stroked each other”s, feeling an exquisite pleasure.
” I have never…” whispered the girl.
” I haven’t either,” Said the woman, ” But I have always been curious.”
The woman gestured the girl to lie back, and as she floated in the water with her arms resting on the ledge behind her, the woman lifted her butt out of the water and began to lick and suckle her hot wet sex. The girl couldn”t believe the feeling. Not like most men, the woman knew what a woman wanted to feel, and with a naturalness borne of experience, she stroked on the girl”s clitoris and thrust a finger deep into the girl”s vagina.
” Oh my God, ” moaned the girl. Vibrations were rippling inside of her as she writhed and began to spasm with her climax. The girl cried out again and as she thrust her sex into the woman’s mouth. Her clitoris was being hammered with firm taps as the woman”s tongue danced wildly upon her there, over and over.
Slowly the pulsating subsided and the girl opened her eyes. She was surprised to find the man sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, smiling at them. The woman caught her stare and turned her face to look at him. He sat there dangling his feet in the water; he was hard and slowly swelling as he stroked it. The smile was not a mocking smile. It glowed with hunger, and with a gentle voice, he said, ” Beautiful…. so beautiful. ”
The woman and the girl laughed nervously and then they burst out with hysterical spasms of joy. The man motioned for them to come closer, and as he spread his legs, they both understood. Together they kissed him there. The woman began the lick his tender places, and the girl took him deep into her mouth. She had been giving head for a long time. She discovered how to deep throat, and found that for those moments, she controlled the men. Not so with this man. She wanted to please him, yet she was hungry for more, and she eased back, as she tasted the beginnings of his climax, signaling an impending explosion. She was not ready for him to come.
He smiled as he held her face, and then he said.” Let’s go inside.” Together they followed him and were not surprised to find that all three of them were holding hands as they walked together. They were connected this night, to a cosmic quest. They all knew that this night would be like none other for all of them.
The man held out his arms and they both cuddled him, enjoying his masculine strength. No threat…no embarrassment…just a blending of genderless, pleasure and comfort. Comfort…both women longed to show the other that she was here for her too…like they needed to connect at this time to fulfill some destiny. They stroked him and his long fingers squeezed their nipples in his encircled arms. Together they moved to the bed. It was an oasis; a warm island of pillows and scented sheets. He had lit candles before coming out to the deck, and soft music filled the room with the sensuous pleasure of smells and sights and sounds.
He lay them down and reached for lotion the smelled of jasmine and something male…He had mixed in his cologne…a heady male scent. He had them both lie on their backs and after warming the lotion in his hands; he applied it generously to their breasts and stomachs. He rubbed them with long strokes, squeezing and kneading their skin, sending shivers through each of them. All the while he watched them with that crooked smile of his. His eyes were a deep green, and they sparkled in the candlelight. The girl could not believe how aroused she was. Her hips rose and fell with his stroking of their breasts. At first she was shy about her hunger and then with his encouraging nod, he said,” Feel your skin. Close your eyes and just feel your breasts as I touch them. ” He concentrated on their nipples and as they hardened, each woman began to touch the other with an unspoken awareness of need. Silky wet juices oozed from each of them as they explored the feeling of simple touch…. Wonderful touch.
The woman smiled and he understood. He took the girl”s hand and lifted her from the bed. He held her and took her face in his hands and found her hungry mouth. His tongue explored hers and he actually began to breathe his own air into her lungs and she his. They were sharing the breath of life, and she became lightheaded and intoxicated with the wine and the incredible kiss he was giving her. Then he gestured to the woman and the girl understood. With the carnal knowledge of instinct, she knelt between the woman’s legs and began to first lick the inside of her thighs, and blow warm breath on her sex. ” How did she know what to do?” she pondered, and then she knew…she was doing what she had unconsciously knew she had wanted. Men didn’t seem to get it, but then she didn’t say otherwise. In a way, she felt as if she was doing this to herself, and she naturally did what she liked. The woman moaned deeply.
The man lay beneath the girl and while she was exploring the woman, he was stroking her clitoris with his hot tongue. She hardened immediately as he sucked at it, as if he were nursing at an altar of worship. She was overcome by these sensations. Tasting the woman…salty, moist with a musky fragrance, and not at all unpleasant. Arousing actually. She slid two fingers into the woman and the man did the same to her. Sensations rippled throughout her body. The woman was squeezing the girl”s nipples, she was tonguing the woman and the man was tonguing her. Incredible…she was more alive sexually then she had ever been before. His fingers were stroking a hot spot inside of her while he hummed, actually hummed and danced his firm tongue on her clitoris. She did the same to the woman as if they were in a sensuous dance of pleasure. Moving together like skaters on ice…caught up is the wonder of it all.
Then she felt the beginnings of the echo of an orgasm; it was coming from a long way off, but like the rising sound of a speeding train, she knew it was going to rock her. Together, she and the man eased back. He knelt before the woman and she took him, into her mouth and stroked him too. The woman moved in a primitive bump and grind as the girl gave her feelings unlike any man had ever done. The girl”s tongue continued to probe and lick her clitoris. She took one hand and stroked the girl”s soft blond hair, and with the other she moved her hand on his shaft with the rhythm of her warm mouth taking him deep. After he had hardened, He pulled back and smiled and the woman understood…don’t come yet…wait for us too. The woman bit her lip and tried desperately to hold off her climax. Buttocks squeezed tight, she tried to hold back as long as she could, and as the girl groaned she noticed two things at once. She was gripping the girl”s hair in a tight fist, and the man had entered the girl. He was large and hard, and she was not used to feeling so much pleasure as a man entered her…. and enter her he had…she was so tight, or was it that he was so large and hard. His sex was radiating heat, and she could not remember ever feeling that either…. then she couldn’t think, as the woman took a handful of her hair and pulled it tight. It wasn’t that she was into pain, but the rush of it somehow made her gasp with pleasure.
The man was deep inside of her. He was bumping against her cervix, not painfully, but sending ripples of sensations that rose up and through her body in waves. The woman struggled to hold back her pleasure… and as the girl began to moan as she sucked the woman’s clitoris, the vibrations of her moaning sent a buzzing sensation at the tip of the woman’s clitoris. Too much. The man squeezed her buttocks hard and she cried out. It was not painful, but startled her with its pleasure to her. He was now moving inside of her so fast that she could not tell when he was deep and when he was not. Her vagina gripped him like a fist, and he groaned…a deep rumbling moan. With that, the woman knew he was getting close…and it was driving her to the brink of madness.
The girl felt it coming. Her own climax…she tried to pull away from the man…was she afraid of letting go…letting another take her…control her choice to come or not…how was that possible? He gripped her hips and growled with a sound that she knew that she was his captive, as he was hers…as the woman was hers…she was giving and receiving so much pleasure all at once…cross gender…like she was both and yet one…
And then she heard an enormous crack of thunder and the room was filled with an eerie, bluish light…like a strobe light…flashing and illuminating the room. The storm outside was but a mirage of the storm they were caught up in; and then there was no turning back…the girl no longer had a choice, as she sucked and stroked the woman, she felt the huge wave of a climax rising within her like a tidal wave…blocking out everything else. They all felt it at once. The woman screamed from a place inside of her that was almost terrifying… like the cry and howl of a beast…the woman groaned and climaxed with an electrifying rush…bucking and writhing under the girl…then the girl heard the man moan deeply and gasp…and that lifted her over the edge…while she continued to suck the woman’s clitoris and hold her down…she felt the wave crashing throughout her body…a body that had never felt anything like this before.
” Oh my God,” she cried out wildly, and then the wave burst and crashed at the core of her sex. She bucked and she bounced as the man drove himself yet deeper inside of her…entering her very soul; it was like they were caught up in a lightening strike that coursed through each of them relentlessly. What one felt they all felt, be it pleasure or pain; and then she too screamed. Her cry came from her deepest self, Uncontrollable…she was held captive to this moment, terrified and yet not afraid.” OOOOOHHHHHHHH…” she shouted and moaned.
Then it happened. The man became the beast…he became the lion in the jungle…knowing that the women were in the midst of their powerful orgasms, he was at once transformed. The woman saw it, as he locked his eyes on her, and she came again…Then the man was no longer the man…he too was a captive…prisoner of something deep within him…the girl felt it too. Something had changed…even though she was in the throes of her climax, she felt his transformation and she rippled with yet another wave of electric release, and her vagina spasmed and gripped the man like a vice.
He was holding her hips and thrusting with a blur of motion, sweat spinning off of his slick body as the thunder crashed once again with the night storm over the ocean. With the flash of lightening filling the room with light, he felt the climax overtaking him. Like the rush of the wind, it hit him with powerful spasms of intense pleasure. He felt the girl tighten and ripple as her hot vagina squeezed and began to milk him… he grunted. He rose up and thrust deep within the girl and came with a gush of the hot nectar of the gods He filled the girl with molten wet heat and she moaned as she sucked the woman’s clitoris. The woman groaned again, and as the lightening flashed, she could have sworn that he had become the wild lion of the jungle. His long brown hair was framing his head like a lion”s mane.
” GGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR………” he grunted wildly, as he came and came and came. The girl could feel him pulsating inside of her, and hot come was rushing against her cervix with a force she hadn’t known possible. She had never felt this with a man.
“He did it again!” Janet exclaimed, “How can he do that, I was gonna …”
“I told you yesterday, he really enjoys it. And I have a plan for tonight, if you want to join in.” Dinah told her. “Today I was thinking we could do a dive this morning then do some shopping on Bora-Bora. The crew is dropping whoever wants to see the Island off before they start for the dive site. They’ll be back to pick us up late this afternoon.”
The two women dressed in their bathing suits and after a light breakfast they donned their dive gear and plunged off the stern of the boat into the crystal clear 80-degree water. The dive was, as usual for this trip, spectacular. Colorful corals, sea slugs, and fish flitted about the underwater wonderland. They even saw a manta ray, it passed within 30 feet of them as it headed towards where ever it was going.
When their tanks reached 800 psi they headed back to the boat where the crew helped them off with their gear. They showered, dressed in light sundresses, then joined the remaining passengers on deck. The boat hauled anchor and headed for the public dock of the small town, passing a huge cruise ship anchored in the bay. The boat briefly tied up at the dock to fill the water tanks and allow the passengers wanting an afternoon on shore off. “It’s 12:00 now, I’ll pick you up at Bloody Mary’s at 6:00. Ask anybody where it is; they’ll point you there.” Said Pierre as the passengers filed off.
The two women wandered through the town holding hands, stopping to look at the tables and blankets vendors had set up along the road. Upon their arrival in town the streets had been crowded with tourists from the cruise ship but at 2:00 they had all headed back to the dock where launches from the cruise ship shuttled them back and the streets returned to their normal sleepy selves. The shops were more or less empty now and Janet and Dinah purchased souvenirs for their friends and family. At 4:00 they hitched a ride in the back of a pick-up truck to Bloody Mary’s, their feet dangling off the back as they rode. The truck stopped, the two hopped off, thanked the driver and walked up the sandy path to the famous bar/restaurant. As soon as they sat down two young men sidled up and offered to buy them a drink. The two men were on holiday from university and were using their best pick-up lines as they flirted with the two older women, who played along with the flirting. The one who had attached himself to Janet kept hugging her and putting his arm around her shoulder, stealing glances down her top at her breasts. Dinah kept her would-be beau at a distance but couldn’t resist giving him glances at the sides of her breasts through the armholes of her top.
At 6:00 Pierre came in and began rounding up his passengers. “We’ve got to go,” Janet said, “Thanks for the drinks.” The two disappointed men quickly shifted their attentions to a group of younger women just entering the bar as the dive boats passengers filed out. As they walked down the dock to the dinghy Janet confided to Dinah that she had a thing for younger men. “I’ve had some really good fantasies with a younger man.” Dinah confided she did, too, and Mark extended her fantasies during their storytelling foreplay.
Mark helped them back aboard with their packages as he met their return to the boat. “Looks like you two have been shoppin,’” he said.
“Some people can’t stay in the water all the time,” Dinah teased back.
“Speaking of that,” Mark started, “Would you mind terribly if I did another dive tonight, there’s the wreck of an old wooden ship that the crew said is great at night.”
Janet bit her lip as Dinah said, “Only if you’re careful.” “Thanks, babe,” Mark said, already starting back to the cabin with the shopping trophies.
“He’s gonna be gone again tonight,” Janet moaned. Dinah smiled back, “He doesn’t get to dive that much, and seldom in a place like this. I can’t say no just so we can …” her voice trailed off with a knowing smile that spread to Janet. “I know,” Janet acquiesced, “I just so want to …” returning the smile.
“Don’t worry,” Dinah whispered in her ear, “I promise you’ll play with his cock a few more times before the trip is done.”
With an little time to kill they sat in the cabin and Mark told Janet and Dinah about his dive and they related their adventures on shore, really playing up the flirtations of the young men as they stretched out on the bow tramp. “Hmmmmm,” Mark said, “Perhaps we have the makings of a new fantasy.”
“Definitely,” Dinah responded, “Let’s both work on it when we get home.”
After Mark had left for his dive the women grabbed a few drinks then sat on the bow trampoline and stretched out, looking at the stars and relaxing. Janet asked Dinah how they had met and how the relationship was going.
“And sex, my sex life just opened up with Mark,” Dinah went on. “He is so willing to please me, and please me he does, as you well know, that I have found how great it can be to be on either the giving or receiving side. We’re so busy that we usually only have time for one long love-making session a week but we usually find a few minutes a day for one of us to pleasure the other. And when we do have time, he tells me the greatest stories during foreplay. I’ve told him my fantasies and he weaves them into his stories.”
“What kind of fantasy’s?” Janet asked. “I have a long standing one for a much younger man, as I told you. And then there are multiple men, and … lately I have been fantasizing about another woman.”
“Other than the multiple men one those are basically mine, too. Our relations with you have been Mark’s main fantasy, I think. He likes younger women, of course, but sex with mature women is what his stories usually involve. But you should hear the ones he comes up with for me with a younger man…”
“Really, tell me one.”
“Lets go back to the cabin,” Dinah said, “and I’ll find you one Mark wrote for me.”
Back in Dinah’s cabin she rummaged through her cloths and came up with her handheld computer. “Mark writes them then loads them onto my Palm to read.” She scanned her directory, selected a story, tapped in the password, “Just in case anybody at work uses my Palm to look up something” she explained. Dinah tossed one of the pillows to the foot of the bed as she lay down with her own head at the head of the bed, “Lay down and relax while I read.”
Janet disappeared into her cabin briefly, hiding something behind her back as she lay down as suggested and Dinah began reading the story, a fairly typical story in which a young neighbor helps one of his mom’s friends with some work around the house. As Dinah got to where the woman reaches up the boy’s shorts and strokes his 18 year old cock Janet started squirming. As the woman begins licking his cock Janet’s legs parted and Dinah could see Janet’s hand stroking her own pussy through her panties. Dinah stopped reading and suggested they remove their panties so they could watch each other. Once done Dinah resumed reading, one hand on the Palm while she teased her dampening pussy with the other. Her occasional glances down at Janet’s fingers, now buried in her vagina as the boy in the story buried his cock in the woman, accelerated Dinah’s rise. Dinah moved her free hand from her own pussy and began stroking the inside of Janet’s thigh as she continued reading. Janet moved one of her hands to a similar spot on Dinah’s anatomy. When Janet’s hand touched Dinah’s pussy she stopped reading and lay the Palm down.
Janet scooted toward the up towards the head of the bed so she could more easily stroke Dinah, gently pinching the lips of Dinah’s pussy, pulling them apart and sliding a finger into her. Dinah moaned loudly, spreading her legs wider as Janet started rubbing her clit. Dinah, in the meantime, hadn’t yet touched Janet’s pussy other than lightly stroking the sides of both lips. Janet’s legs, too, parted wider, as she wriggled her hips trying to get Dinah’s teasing fingers to touch her. Abruptly, Dinah closed her legs and sat up, rotating her self to Janet’s orientation on the bed. “Slow down a little,” Dinah said, moving her face down closer to Janet’s and kissing her lightly on the lips. She pulled back momentarily then kissed Janet again, sucking her lower lip then sliding her tongue across the front of Janet’s teeth. Janet responded and their tongues tangled together before retreating, their lips sucking each other. They kissed for a few minutes then Dinah moved her kisses down Janet’s cheek and along her jaw line, and down her throat. Janet’s breasts felt so different from her own, she thought, as she rubbed them through the thin fabric of her dress. Janet sat up slightly and allowed her dress to slide off her body, her erect nipples sliding into view.
“So soft,” Dinah sighed as she stroked Janet’s chest before lowering her head, licking, sucking, and playfully nipping as she moved around them. While her mouth was still occupied on Janet’s sensitive tits, Dinah finally slid her finger across Janet’s begging pussy. The swollen lips parted and her juices flowed out of her as Dinah scooped some up and swirled it around her clit. Janet moaned in delight as her pussy spasamed slightly in a tiny orgasm, giving a hint of what was to come. Dinah reached over beside Janet and pulled the rubber cock from where Janet had half-heartedly concealed it. “Mmmmmm,” Dinah teased, then slid the head of the cock along Janet’s pussy. Janet moaned in response then had a long intake of breath as Dinah slid the head of the cock in. Another moan, another inch, and soon the entire shaft was within her.
“Oh, yeah, it feels so good having someone fuck me,” Janet whispered. Dinah began stroking it in and out of her, varying the speed, and depth, and angle as she did. She stretched out beside Janet, kissing her mouth and breasts as she continued the motions of the rubber dick. Janet’s hips were jerking up off the bed as she approached her climax. A few more strokes and she reached it, moaning loudly, kissing Dinah and telling her how good it was.
They relaxed a few minutes then Janet asked, “You’re not going to run off now like Mark always does?”
“No way, my turn, baby,” she said as she pulled her dress off and lay back, her pink nipples now puffy and red. Janet smiled as she sat up and swung her leg over Dinah, her tits dangling in Dinah’s face. Dinah felt Janet’s warm wet pussy on her stomach as she opened her mouth and sucked hard on her nipples.
“Oh, yeah, babe, suck hard,” Janet spoke breathily before moving down and kissing Dinah, her tongue moving deep. “My turn to tease,” Janet said as she moved Dinah’s hands up over head. Janet continued down and kissed the sides of Dinah’s breast and swirling her tongue around and up until she reached the nipple and sucked hard, lightly biting them.
“Ohhhhh, yeah,” Dinah moaned. Janet slid back up and let her breasts rub against Dinah’s as the kissed again. Their nipples and wrinkled areolas flicked each other like tiny fingers as Janet moved in circles over Dinah.
“This is my fantasy,” Janet said. Her tongue traced it way down between Dinah’s breasts and along her smooth, flat belly. Dinah gripped the headboard as Janet’s tongue began playing along the side of her open, wet pussy. Dinah was now the one wiggling her hips, silently pleading for Janet to touch it again. Dinah sighed at last as Janet’s tongue finally slid into her, touching the places she knew pleased her. Dinah raised her head and met Janet’s eyes as she felt her pussy lips get sucked into Janet’s warm mouth.
Janet continued licking and sucking until she felt Dinah’s legs start to twitch. “Come on, babe,” Janet raised her head to say, “Cum in my mouth, give me my fantasy,”
Dinah’s knuckles went white on the headboard as she came, pushing her gushing pussy into Janet’s face. Looking down she met Janet’s eyes above her pubic hair and it set off another rush until at last she lay back, exhausted. Janet slid up beside her, kissing her and burying her face in Dinah’s hair. They lay there, relaxed and entwined, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Mark and the other divers, including Ivana, returned to the catamaran in the inflatable dinghy late that night. It had been a good dive, they’d seen parts of the old ship scattered across the white sand bottom of the reef with an occasional reef shark appearing at the edge of their dive lights. Ivana had sat down next to Mark in the dinghy and as they rode back to the boat she had began leaning against him, eventually laying her head against him, appearing to doze. The bump of the dinghy against the hull roused her and the group disembarked. Mark carefully rinsed his camera and other gear while the other divers showered then departed towards their cabins. Forgetting his light he went back to the dinghy and found it after a short search. The wet room was deserted when he finally got there and he was struggling to peel off his thin wetsuit when a helping hand appeared and held the sleeve as he finally pull it off.
“Thanks,” he said, turning to see Ivana standing there, still in her wetsuit.
“Anytime,” she said. She turned around, “Your turn to help,” she said drawing her hair aside to reveal the top of her zipper.” Mark reached up and drew it down. There was no bathing suit underneath, the parting of the zipper exposing smooth skin down to the crack of her ass. He held the open collar of the suit so she could pull her arm out, turning his head as he did so.
“Do you mind if I shower first?” she asked.
“Go ahead,” he said, moving back to his gear and making a show of adjusting it.
“Have you been diving long?” she asked. Mark turned his head as he started to answer but he stammered for a second as he saw her hands caressing her soapy breasts. From the short distance he stood away he could see her hard nipples as they stood proud above the water flowing down around them.
“A few … few years,” he finally stammered.
She ran her tongue around her lips, moving one hand down to her crotch as she raised one foot to the handrail in the shower stall. “The two women you’re with don’t dive as much as you do, I’ve noticed,” she said, now sliding one finger along the length of her now visible slit. “All three of you seem to spend a lot of time in your cabin, and I’ve heard moaning a few times when I’ve passed your cabin.” She closed her eyes as she slid a soapy finger up into her pussy. She fingered herself for a few minutes with Mark unable to tear his eyes away. She smiled at him as she finally pulled her fingers away and lowered her leg. “Your turn…” she said, turning off the water as she stepped out.
Mark handed her a towel as he stepped past her, his swim trunks tented in front of him. He turned the water temperature as low as it would go and faced the wall as he washed his hair, hoping his erection would diminish. Turning around to rinse his back he found Ivana had sat down in a chair, one leg draped over the arm of the chair, stroking her pussy again. “You must have a big cock or a good tongue to keep two women satisfied,” she teased. “Do you always shower in your shorts?”
Mark turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel as he did. Toweling off his head he felt her hand rub his cock through his shorts. “Nice,” he heard her say. He felt himself pushed back against the wall and his shorts drawn down past his knees, knees which weakened as he felt her hand wrap around his now throbbing cock. He finally untangled the towel from his head and found her kneeling before him, one of her hands rapidly moving between her legs, the other stroking his cock, her model-beautiful face looking up at him. “Not huge, but nice, must have a lot of magic in it.” With that she opened her mouth and swallowed the length of his cock, still looking up at him.
He weakly attempted to push her away and was surprised at her strength as she kept him pressed against the wall. Gathering strength he pushed her head away and his cock came out of her mouth with a “pop.” He caught his breath as she stood, looking surprised, “You didn’t like that?” she asked, clearly confused. Quickly recovering her seductive tone she turned around, spreading her legs and bending over. “I have other things you might like,” she said, playing her fingers around her pussy and anus.
“I have never been so tempted,” Mark said, then he pulled up his shorts, having to stretch them around his erection as he did so. “You are so tempting … but I can’t,” then he turned and hurried to his cabin before his little head took over his thinking.
Ivana sat for a moment, still rubbing her pussy, considering the preceding events. ‘She, or they, must be very good,’ she thought, thinking of the two women Mark was usually with. Standing up, she too went to her cabin, strolling naked through the sleeping boat. She stretched out on her bed and grabbed her two vibrators, one 9″ and on 6″. Mark had gotten her so worked up, her pussy was dripping wet, the juice oozing down and lubricating her anus. She worked the larger vibrator into her pussy while she teased her clit with smaller one before it disappeared into her ass. Alternating thrusts she soon worked herself up to an orgasm, an amazingly satisfying one, given the weak ones she’d experienced this week with her multiple lovers. Rejection was so unknown to her that it turned out to be quite a turn-on.
Mark returned to his cabin, his wet shorts clearly showing his hard-on. On his bed he found Dinah and Janet, nude and sleeping, their arms and legs were wrapped around each other. He picked up the rubber cock which had be left lying beside them. He walked around to Dinah and kissed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she said “We’ve been playing!”
Mark responded, “So I see, did you enjoy it, did it live up to your fantasy?”
“Mmmmmmm, it was nice,” Dinah’s eyes closed again. “Cuddle me.”
Mark dropped his shorts and finished drying himself, his cock waving in front of him. Dinah opened one eye and saw his erection. “Looks like you’re ready to play, too.”
Mark lay down and began stroking his cock as Dinah brought both eyes to bear on him. “Ivana tried to seduce me,” he said, kinda embarrassed, kinda proud. Dinah’s eyebrows raised and asked if it had succeeded. “No,” Mark answered, “but I need to have my cock sucked now,” still rubbing his cock, pulling a long string of precum off the head with his finger.
Dinah smiled and lowered her head to his cock. She stroked his balls and shaft with her fingertips before taking it in her mouth. “Mmmmmmm,” Mark moaned, silently noting the difference between Dinah’s loving mouth as it played along his shaft, tickling, and playing between sucking and the plain vacuum action Ivana had used.
The bed moved a little and Mark turned his head to see Janet sitting up. She watched Dinah for a few moments then asked if she could cut in. Dinah said, “Sure, I can play with it anytime.” With one last kiss Dinah lay back and scooted over towards the edge of the bed. Janet crossed over the top of both of them, letting her tits rub across Marks cock as she did so before plopping down beside him.
“So,” Janet said, “first I rub it all over,” stroking it with her fingers, playing with the precum flowing freely from the twitching member.
“Suck my cock,” Mark said sternly, “we’re past the foreplay,” as he gently, but firmly pushed her head down where she eagerly took it into her mouth, the tip of her tongue sliding around the head, eagerly licking up the precum. “That’s it,” he moaned, laying back.
“I hope she sucks you as good as she licked my pussy,” Dinah whispered in his ear. She went on to describe her and Janet’s session in graphic detail. Mark moaned and thrust into Janet’s mouth as he listened. With a sudden start he pulled Janet’s head away from his cock and stood up, Janet sat and looked confused briefly but smiled as he leaned back against the sink and pulled her head back to his cock. She sucked it into back into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the bottom of his cock. She wasn’t as good as Dinah, yet, but way better than Ivana.