Max sat on the rail beside her, and she smiled at him. The three men eventually moved on.
“I think I’m starting to burn,” Celia said, sitting up. “I had better cover up soon.”
Gareth got up and sat beside Max. Celia found her brush in her bag and sat facing them to do her hair. She had her legs bent up to balance. She opened them nice and wide. They both looked from her tits to her pussy. She bit her lip.
Max looked to his friend, grinning. “Enjoying yourself there, Gareth?”
“Immensely…. Those guys certainly did too.”
“How did you get on with the sunscreen? Just back, or front too?”
Celia blushed. “Front to,” she said. “I let him do everywhere.”
“She did…. She feels as smooth as she looks down there too,” Gareth grinned.
“Well, I have to admit I’m going to enjoy having this over Phillip,” Max said. “It’s always going to be in mind that we’ve seen his wife nude and touched her breasts and pussy.”
Celia defied the surge of fear inside. “I’m going to let Gareth come to my room tonight, Max – to do the other as well.”
Max grinned. “The other?”
“Me with his fingers and him in my mouth,” Celia explained, blushing through her smile.
“So, we’ll have that over Phillip too – having both cum in his wife’s mouth,” Gareth added, meeting Celia’s eyes. “Is that true?”
She nodded. “Yes, it will be. I’d like to taste you, Gareth. It’s exciting that you will have that to think about later, when we’re all out together. You’ll be able to look at me and remember I’ve swallowed your cum, and that you’ve had your fingers inside me.”
They were both concealing erections. Celia continued brushing her hair while they sat looking at her pussy. She stood to brush sand from her legs. She pulled on her top and a short breezy skirt she had in her bag. They walked her back to the hotel lobby and left her there. Gareth would be coming up to her room in two hours’ time.
Celia saw the boy from earlier with the thick glasses. She walked by, smiling at him, and he followed her to the elevator. She bit her smile and blushed as he came in with her.
“What’s your name again?”
“Rodney.”
“Are you going to see me to my door, Rodney?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay….” She took his hand. The elevator opened on her floor, and she led him along to her room. “Would you like to come in for a while?”
He nodded. She hoped Phillip wasn’t there. Luckily he wasn’t. “Come through,” she said, and went into the bedroom. “I’m just going to quickly rinse the sand off.”
Celia stared the shower and turned back to face the boy. “Do you want to see again?”
He nodded, smiling.
She smiled back through a blush and lifted her top off. She waited a moment while he looked at her boobs, then she pulled down her skirt and kicked it away. “I want you to jerk off while you watch me, but don’t cum yet, okay?”
His face flushed red. She quickly rinsed off and dried.
“Come here,” she said.
He obeyed.
She bent over the wash basin. “Put your finger inside me again.”
He touched her pussy, rubbing between the lips. He inserted but she wasn’t quite wet enough.
“Gently, Rodney.”
He nodded. He inserted slowly again. It was still difficult but he pushed his finger all the way in. Celia waited while he moved it around inside of her. He withdrew and smeared the moisture he’d found in deep. He then slipped his finger back in easily. He started moving it in and out. Celia watched him in the mirror.
“And jerk off for me,” she told him.
He quickly pulled his shorts down a bit and started stroking. He was already stiff, and quite small. He had his finger all the way inside her and was wiggling it around. He was looking at her tits in the mirror and starting to get busier jerking off. Celia squirmed from his finger and turned to sit on the edge of the basin. She opened her legs and spread her pussy, showing him her pink inner folds.
The hotel room door opened and closed. The boy’s eyes widened.
“It’s okay – don’t worry,” she said. “Are you ready?”
He nodded urgently, his face contorting. Celia got down on her knees and took his cock into her mouth. It jumped and she closed her eyes as thick bursts of semen gushed. She sucked him softly until he’d finished unloading then she wrapped a towel around herself and took his hand again.
Phillip looked startled from the kitchenette. She waved and smiled, and she let Rodney out.
Celia went to Phillip and gave him a hug.
“Who was that?”
She smiled and shrugged. She then opened her mouth a little and showed Phillip the semen she was holding. She took his hand and placed it under the towel and between her legs, guiding his fingers to her wetness.
“And he fingered you?” Phillip asked. “Is that all?”
Celia nodded. She then went to lie down. Phillip came in after a while, sitting beside her and stroking her hair. “This is so amazing, Celia. It’s very exciting – I don’t understand it.”
Celia nodded. “Uh huh….” She opened and showed him she still had a mouthful of cum. “I love that this isn’t from you, Phillip.”
“I do too, Celia.”
“Would you like to kiss me?” She pushed the cum forward with her tongue. “He was just some guy from the beach. I’ll keep it in my mouth.”
Phillip’s face had flushed. “He looked quite young.”
“Maybe nineteen or twenty….” Celia tugged at her fiancé’s shirt. “Do you want to? I won’t spit it in your mouth.”
He didn’t resist, lowering to her as she pulled him. He watched her dribble a tiny bit of semen and rub it between her lips. She held the thick pool of it forward with her tongue. Phillip met her lips. He kissed her with closed mouth. She dribbled a tiny bit more semen and used her lips to wet his with it. He lifted and rubbed his lips together. “It has a strong taste. It’s heavy on your breath.”
“Uh huh…. Do you want to tongue-kiss me?”
She tugged his shirt again.
He lowered to her. “Is there a lot of it?”
Celia nodded. “I didn’t spill any when he was cumming and I haven’t swallowed any yet…. I’m keeping it warm in my mouth, though. It’s still feels like it did right from his balls – still nice and thick.”
Phillip pressed to her lips. She kept hold of his shirt and moaned softly as she extended her tongue. She found his and swirled hers around it. His lips parted more and she pushed the pool semen into his mouth. She extended her tongue again and caressed his. He was above her, so fluid was seeping back into her open mouth. She deliberately gathered it and pushed back into his. His mouth opened wider, his tongue extending in her mouth this time. They kissed passionately, exchanging the pool of cum and saliva back and forth. Phillip eventually broke the kiss.
He lifted and swallowed quite obviously. He opened his mouth, his tongue moving around his teeth. “It’s a strange taste.”
“It tastes like man to me – very sexy and masculine,” Celia said. “It makes me so horny.”
“It’s all I can taste and smell now. It’s coating my teeth and tongue.” Phillip swallowed again, gulping at the taste it seemed.
“Mine too,” Celia grinned. “Would you like to kiss me again before I swallow the rest?”
“Okay, but it’s embarrassing – knowing it’s semen from some other man, and that’s in your mouth.”
“Uh huh, but just taste it a bit more,” Celia said softly, and she presented the gooey fluid forward with her mouth open, showing her fiancé what he was about to be enjoying.
He opened deliberately. His tongue met hers and retreated as she pushed the cum upward. She transferred it all into his mouth and met his tongue again. The kiss was so incredibly wet and hot with the strong taste of semen. It continued for longer than their usual
kiss did these days. Celia swallowed as the fluid seeped back into her throat.
Phillip ended up lying on his back beside her. He continued grimacing and gulping, wiping his teeth with his tongue. “I don’t know how I would cope if anyone ever found out about this, Celia. We must be extremely careful if we’re to continue on this decidedly kinky new path.”
“It sounds like you really enjoyed that, Phillip?”
He glanced, his face reddening a little. “Yes – very much. Not the taste – it was rather awful – but the very idea of doing it was immensely exciting.”
Celia giggled. “You get used to the taste, Phillip.”
“That’s difficult to imagine, Celia…. I’m willing to try, though – as long as it’s not my uncle’s semen of course. I’m afraid that will have to be all yours, darling.”
“Fine!” Celia giggled. “I’m sure I can find more guys like that one just now to give me nice big mouthfuls of gooey cum.”
Phillip took a moment to go on. “That would be fine, even afterward, but if you would like to have full intercourse with anyone before our wedding, I would not object, darling…. If you wanted to be laid by one or two other men, I would be quite supportive as a matter of fact. I feel quite enthusiastic about the prospect.”
“Would I need to use condoms, Phillip – or just my diaphragm?”
He turned to meet Celia’s eyes. “That would be up to you to decide…. As long as it’s with someone we know, I don’t see any need to use condoms.”
“In that case, I’d love to….”
****
Celia brushed her teeth to remove the lingering taste of cum. Phillip had gone out for the afternoon. There was a knock at the door. Her heart began to thump in anticipation of it being Gareth come to play with her. She quickly squirted some spermicide and inserted her diaphragm.
She had on panties and nothing else as she rushed to check the peep hole. Unfortunately it was only her brother. She cracked open the door. “What is it, Peter?”
“Well, that’s a lovely greeting, isn’t it?” he scolded. “Two things, dear sister – I have your itinerary from Mother, and I need to take a photograph for her – something to do with your wedding day decorations.”
“A photo?”
“Yes, Celia – a photo of your face. May I come in?”
“Oh, alright – just quickly, though. I’m busy.”
She opened the door and Peter walked into the room. She kept an arm across her breasts. He turned and saw her – his eyes widening as he looked down at her panties then back up at her covered chest. Celia blushed. He did too.
“Oh – haven’t you ever seen a girl undressed before?” she said.
“I umm…. I wasn’t expecting….”
“Well just hurry up and take the photo,” Celia said, shaking her head.
He started fiddling with the camera he was carrying. Celia took her brush from her beach bag. She dared herself, then moved her arm from across her chest and started brushing her hair – lifting both arms to do so. She had turned her head away but remained facing Peter. She could feel his gaze upon her boobs. He stood there quietly watching her. He always had something smart to say, but it seemed not this time.
“You’re going to make a beautiful bride, Celia.”
“Thank you, Peter.”
Celia put her arms behind her back and smiled. “I’m ready – just my face, right?”
“Oh yes,” Peter chuckled. “I think Mother would have kittens,” he said, looking her up and down again.
He took the photo. Celia walked him to the door. He glanced back at her once more. “Okay, then,” he said, smiling.
“Bye, Peter,” Celia replied.
He chuckled. Celia stood with the door open, in full view as he waited for the elevator across the hall. She leaned against the door with her arms again behind her back. The elevator door opened. A man was standing there. Peter entered. Celia looked at them both. The man smiled. Peter looked from Celia to him. Celia looked down at her bare breasts them back up at them both.
The adjacent elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal Gareth. The doors closed on Peter and the other man. Gareth smiled huge. Celia blushed and giggled. He walked to her and kissed her against the door. She pushed her panties down and kicked them from her ankles.
“We don’t have much time,” she said into his mouth. “Take me to bed and fuck me, please, Gareth?”
“I was planning to,” he answered flatly.
*
Phillip had seen enough. There was nothing suitable to buy from among the 3 boats on offer. It was only an off chance anyway. He would have to shop around.
He checked the time and decided to return to the hotel room. It was probably a bit early yet. It was unlikely Gareth would be finished with Celia so soon. He almost hoped he would walk in on them – the thought and excitement growing as he rode up in the elevator and walked across to Celia’s door.
Phillip swiped his key and opened the door quietly. There was no one in the living area or kitchenette. He heard a shuffling from the bedroom and approached. The first thing he saw was the end of the bed and Gareth’s feet, his toes digging into the mattress. Phillip dared to peep a little further and saw Celia’s legs bent up. She was on her back. Gareth was between her legs, his white bottom slowly thrusting and grinding.
Phillip dared not move any closer to the open door. He remained where he stood and watched their lower bodies together.
“Do you want to cum again?” Gareth asked.
“I don’t think I can,” Celia replied breathlessly. “Do you want to finish?”
“Yeah, I’m nearly there. I just wanted to check you’ve had enough before I cum.”
“Oh, definitely!” Celia said. “Just enjoy me now, Gareth. You can cum inside me. I have protection.”
He started humping her forcefully. Phillip covered his mouth and watched in astonishment at his own level of excitement. His close friend and groomsman was thrusting powerfully between his bride’s legs. She was moaning and he suddenly jammed himself hard against her and held still with his buttocks flexing. “Aw yeah, there it is,” he groaned. “Aw fuck that’s a load, baby. Can you feel that?”
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered. “I can feel it, Gareth…. Stay in me – don’t pull out.”
Phillip watched for a little longer while they spoke softly to one another. He then went out onto the balcony and sat staring at the ocean, unable to grasp what he was thinking and feeling.
After a while, and with no one having come from the bedroom, he crept back to the door and watched Celia being taken again. He waited until Gareth ejaculated. He was numb now, and he made his presence known.
Gareth looked back over his shoulder. “Hey, man, just finishing up,” he said, grinning. He was still thrusting slowly. “Your bride-to-be is nice and tight, eh, Phil?” He lifted his upper body and looked down at his cock still in her. “You know she’s going to be – just looking at her pussy, but it’s amazing how tight she can squeeze you when she cums.”
Phillip looked from Celia’s pussy to meet her eyes and half smile. “We’re counting on your discretion, Gareth,” he said. He then looked to his friend. “It would be unbearable if anyone found out I allowed you to be with my bride on the eve of our wedding. I don’t know how I could ever explain it.”
Gareth got up on his knees, his spent cock swaying, wet and creamy. He seemed unconcerned with Phillip looking at it. He stood and dressed. Celia stood also, keeping a hand between her legs.
“Is my load dripping?” Gareth asked, chuckling. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Celia replied sweetly. “You left me open a bit down there but it will close in a minute.”
Gareth took hold of her around the waist and kissed her. He leaned her back and deepened the kiss, tonguing her and feeling her tits. He winked at Phillip. “Our secret,” he grinned, and he left.
Celia leaned into a cuddle from Phillip. She was sweaty and rich with the scent of sex. She str
oked his head as he kissed her belly.
“Do you want to taste me down there, Phillip?”
“No – I don’t think so, sweetheart…. That would be a little too much, I fear.”
“I’m so wet from him,” Celia uttered into a kiss. “He came in me twice.”
“I know, darling – I watched.”
“What did you watch, Phillip? Did you watch me being fucked?”
“Yes, I watched you being fucked, darling. I watched you being serviced by our friend – you accepting him between your legs – letting him ejaculate inside of you.”
“Uh huh – he certainly ejaculated in me,” Celia whispered. “At school it was just boys…. It was exciting to have another man on top of me – getting off inside of me…. He just took me that second time. I just laid there and let him….”
*
That evening was dinner with both sets of parents. Afterward, Celia and Phillip walked on the beach in the moonlight, cuddling and kissing. Celia was strangely feeling closer and more at ease with Phillip now. It was as if there had always been an unnatural pretence to their relationship, and it was now completely gone. He had always seemed so stuck-up, but perhaps he was just uncomfortable with himself.
“You seem so relaxed now, Phillip. It’s amazing!”
“I know…. I can’t explain it – I feel so free, and we’re actually about to be married. It makes no sense at all, but I love it.”
“What time is Uncle Bob picking us up in the morning?”
“About 10. He’s going to call when he’s on his way.”
“Oh, good – not too early,” Celia said into a kiss.
“Something planned, my darling?”
“Just some fun with the waiter guy. I want to taste him, and then I want you to kiss me before I swallow again – that was so sexy.”
“You could message me when you want me to come. I’ll be ready.”
“So, you liked that, huh? You want to do it again?”
“Yes, I’d like to try that again, sweetheart…. I could even wait on the balcony. He won’t know I’m there.”
Celia giggled. “And what about Max – will you tell him to come and see me tomorrow night?”
“Yes, I was thinking tomorrow night would suit. It’s quite late now, and you’ve already been serviced quite thoroughly this afternoon.”
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