by Alex Madura
Then as I went to find it in my case I remembered that I hadn’t packed it in favour of my bikini collection, hoping that they would have a positive effect on my husband, but he wasn’t here to appreciate them now. I slipped in to one of the bikinis in the bathroom and went to join Martin in the whirlpool.
It was pretty skimpy so I said with authority to Martin, ‘turn your head and do not look until I get in, I mean it.’ I dropped my robe and started to climb in and Martin did look the other way as I slid into the water.
‘Damn Julie, you are even better up close!’
‘Don’t get any ideas, kid,’ even though a warm flush coursed through my body.
I caught him checking out my tits every once in a while but it did not bother me too much. It could have been the wine taking affect or maybe I just did not care as at least I was covered up now, to an extent anyway.
Our conversation eventually came around to the main event of the day.
‘You didn’t waste anytime meeting the neighbours, well one of them anyway, did you?’
‘No, you're right, just after you left to sit on the beach, George from next door came over, and just to let you know, he was looking for you to introduce themselves and invite you over for a drink, but since you were already gone, he invited me over.’
Martin emphasised the, ‘he was looking for you,’ part.
‘So I took him up on his offer.’
Martin was in story telling mood, as if he was discussing a camping trip, ‘When I told him I had just turned eighteen he said that on this island sixteen is the magic number.’
‘What do you mean?’ Was that the age sex is legal here?’
‘Yes, at sixteen anything goes.’
‘So, who was the woman you were with?’
My curiosity was aroused.
A big smirk came across his face, ‘You mean Anne?’
‘Who is she? I thought she looked a little old for you.’
‘No not really, she is only four or five years older than you.’
If this was a compliment…it worked.
Martin continued his story unfazed as to the shot of adrenaline that was making me damp between my legs,
‘She is George’s wife and a school teacher from America. I’ve always dreamed about doing a teacher,’ he said bursting into laughter.
I think everyone has had that fantasy at one time or another and I can understand what Martin meant as I had a crush on my English teacher in High School, but he was much younger, probably in his late twenties so our ages were much closer.
‘Anne had her boobs done awhile back and wanted an adventure before she got too old…guess I was or am part of it.’
Damn, that comment was one I could relate to! Not the boob part, but the last dance notion. Maybe I have a few years to have my adventure before it might be too late!
Martin went on to explain how, as soon as he went next door, George introduced him to Anne and that they were the couple we saw when we first looked outside. They asked what the relationship was between me and you, thinking I was your toyboy!
He went on to say that they had been coming here for more than ten years and came to let their hair down and swing with other couples, so no one would ever know back home where they both had family and responsible jobs.
This year however they had their pregnant daughter with them and they were not having as much ‘fun’ as normal as she was always about.
As we had just arrived today, George suggested that Anne should take him on a tour of the facilities and that is how they ended up on the nude beach. Martin continued and told me how Anne had convinced him to ‘bare all,’ and if he did, she would too!
‘I had a look around and knew that I wouldn’t be embarrassed, but when I took my trunks off she got all silly and after swiping my trunks away from me she kind of embarrassed me by calling attention to my cock in front of everyone. It dawned on her at that point she had to make me ‘comfortable’ so she took me to a slightly more private area, the area where you eventually saw us.’
He continued, ‘It was then that I saw you on the beach and pointed you out to Anne and she said you were really attractive and asked if I ever have the fantasy of having sex with my stepmother.’ Unconsciously, I leaned forward in anticipation of what his response to that question would be and I don’t think he noticed.
‘I denied I had but my cock was stiffening and Anne took that as a yes and instead of giving me a chance to deny it properly she animatedly pointed to my stiffening cock as either confirmation I had these fantasies, or that I was in need of a good fucking. Anne was fondling my penis so we lay down on the sand and I guess that’s when you first saw us.’
‘Julie, to be honest, seeing you topless on the beach, knowing Anne was a swinger, her fondling my cock, well, all of those things got me going and when she lay down and suggested we get into that position, I submitted to temptation, who wouldn't?’
He at least confirmed that I had something to do with his erection on the beach.
‘It happened so quickly, Anne claimed to be not having enough sex on this holiday so she asked me if he had ever felt big fake boobs before and let me fondle them with my hands, my mouth, and one thing led to another and we ended up fucking. My first mature woman, and hopefully not my last!’
‘So how did it take you so long to get back here?’ I asked him.
Martin hesitantly began,
‘Well, we arrived back next door and Shirley, their daughter, told Anne that George was off getting pissed in the bar, Anne immediately went off to haul him out of there as he couldn’t really handle too much booze. I started to make my excuses to Shirley to leave but she insisted I stay and keep her company for a bit. I had never been around a young, pregnant, naked female before so I agreed.’
Martin said Shirley was about ten years older than him and had a gorgeous face. She told him that this was meant to be her delayed honeymoon but that her husband could not get the time off work so she came with her parents.
‘You’ll never guess what she said to me next,’ he said.
‘No, but by the look on your face I could maybe guess,’ I replied.
‘She told me she was as horny as she’d ever been and was missing her husband. Then she just came out and said she was going to have sex with me. I told her that I was worried that I might hurt the baby so Shirley did something no one had ever done to me before, she went down on me and took my cock in her mouth.’
‘Holy shit!’ escaped from my mouth, the thought of almost eight inches of solid cock in her throat stunned me. Surely there was no way she could take the whole thing.
‘It took her a few goes, but she actually got the whole thing in her mouth and I could actually feel my cock in her throat. She put my hands on her neck so I could feel it going in and out!’ Martin said excitedly.
I moved my leg over and brushed against one of his and accidentally rubbed his cock. I wanted to reach out and see it, touch it, play with it, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I wondered what it would feel like in my throat and as I had never given my previous lover a blow job I have never had one as big as Martins’ in my mouth before.
‘So did you manage so soon after having her mother?’ I asked him.
‘Yes, she had an amazing technique. I had never felt anything like it in my life! She made me come within a few minutes and she swallowed every drop. Fucking amazing.’
‘Well you’ve had an eventful start to your first Caribbean holiday,’ I jokingly said to him.
‘Yes, I like Shirley, we’ve arranged to go on a sightseeing trip tomorrow to the caves on the other side of the island.’
Great, I thought to myself, maybe I can take advantage of his absence and have some fun of my own. My vagina moistened at the thought of what I could get up to!
‘So Martin, does a fake boob feel any different from a real one of the same size?’
It was a spontaneous question coming from Martin talking about Anne’s tits. Subconsciously I mig
ht have had an ulterior motive, but I was genuinely interested.
‘I don’t really know,’ he replied, ‘The girlfriends’ I’ve touched up have all been about my age and not blessed in the big boob department,’ but Martin’s eyes betrayed him, he focused on my cleavage so I obliged him and raised my chest fully out of the water.
I knew full well this was wrong, very wrong, but I then slid forward pulling Martin’s bent left leg between my spreading thighs, while at the same time putting his hand onto my tits.
His jaw dropped and for a moment I thought he was going to pull back.
‘They’re just tits Martin, but what do you think, Anne’s are fake and mine are natural, do they feel the same?’
I could not believe I was doing this but I was trying to justify my actions to myself as my eighteen year old stepson fondled my breasts. I wanted him to fondle them, squeeze them, twist them and suck them. Hell, I was ready to let him fuck me if he was able!
He tentatively squeezed them, the apprehensive look on his face turned to a more serious look, he was beginning to realise this was the chance he had no doubt fantasised over since his puberty!
He was getting into it. My nipples yearned to be pulled, and he obliged.
I slid a little closer, Martin’s hand reached for my pussy and a shock ran through my body making me jerk suddenly. My leg squeezed against his balls and cock and I started reaching for that cock, completely ambivalent as to what I was about to do to my own stepson.
Just then my mobile phone rang, the loud ring breaking through the fog of desire, the moment broken. I jumped out of the tub without a thought of humility, my bikini now completely transparent and exposed to my stepson. I didn’t care until I picked up the phone that is, and morality slammed me in the head. It was my husband, Martin’s father.
I covered up with a towel even though it was a phone call and not a video call. The thought of my husband catching me with his son sent shivers through me. Martin on the other hand, had no vestige of humility, he climbed out of the tub, dried off, and throwing the towel in a corner then sat spread eagle in a chair facing me. That wondrous cock was on full display.
My husband inquired how our trip was going, if we had settled in and what the facilities were like. It then dawned on me that Martin and I had only been here one day but it seemed like a lot longer, certainly a lot has happened so far.
He then asked if Martin and I had anything exciting planned together. I lied and told him nothing yet, instead of confessing that I was minutes away from fucking his son’s brains out.
After we had run out of things to say I passed him on to Martin. When I handed the phone to Martin he kind of grabbed my wrist at the same time and prevented me from moving away from him, but this was no great hardship.
He saw that I was a little nervous about being that close to him, especially as he was still naked, and I still had a transparent bikini on which left nothing to the imagination, and his dad was on the phone inches away from me. He was also expressing that devious smart alec smirk as he listened to whatever his dad was saying.
Knowing that I could not move without disrupting the conversation, I relaxed slightly and Martin realised immediately that I was not going to walk away and he let go of my wrist and his hand reached out for my left tit. To resist would have been futile and I not only didn’t resist but I reached around and undid the clasp on the back of my bikini and let if fall to the floor.
He kneaded, then squeezed my breast, slowly pulling my nipple outwards. Suddenly he let go of my breast and grabbed my hair on top of my head and forced my head down towards his erect cock. I fought the urge to grab it initially, but I relented and grabbed the base of his rigid cock and started to lick the head to his obvious satisfaction as he closed his eyes as he continued to talk to his father.
His body jerked in response to my mouth encapsulating the end of his dick. A head so big that it stretched my mouth. How in the hell did Shirley get this monster all the way in? The thought that this was my stepson’s dick, coupled with the knowledge he was on the phone with my husband, the taboo element of the whole situation overcame any inhibitions I was feeling.
The end of his cock was now at the back of my mouth, my thorax slowly spreading as I pulled him further in. The body of his wonderful cock entered my larynx, moving down my throat.
I had to breathe and I managed to inhale just enough to let the air from my nostrils pass into my lungs, and then plunge that long meaty sausage deep into my throat. Morality be damned, I had the huge cock of my stepson entirely in my body! My senses were all focussed around that huge dick in my mouth, but, as if in a different room, I could hear one side of a conversation.
‘Yeah dad, mum is turning a few heads, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.’
Martin held my head with one hand and thrust upwards three or four times, his cock reaching the end of my throat before he pulled back and then pushed forward again deep into my throat. I have never deep throated anyone, not even my husband, at least not like this, but my hunger for this young cock, overcame any resistance.
‘Dad, I will give her what she needs, yeah, yeah, right,’ and at that Martin froze and a hot string ejected from his cock right down my throat, almost straight into my stomach.
I caught my breath as best I could between each stroke, more come than I was used to, all but one deep within me. The last emptied in my mouth as I began to lift off his cock, salty, thick, and yet creamy, and only the second time in my life that I have tasted semen and after the first time I told myself never again! Now I wanted more.
That slight pause in the phone conversation apparently did not register to my husband as Martin finally broke his silence, ‘Yeah sure dad, I’ll put her back on, she’s just had some ice cream, give her a second to swallow.’
He then handed me the phone. It was a short wind up and he informed me that he would not be able to make it at all and that I was to take care of Martin just like he had asked Martin to take care of me.
Suffice to say we did indeed look after each other for the rest of our idyllic Caribbean holiday. I had more cock than I ever thought was possible in a short break like this, mostly from Martin, but a foursome with George and Anne on their last evening here, and on my last night, the fucking of my life with one of the black waiters completed my descent into total slutdom!
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ANNA’S STORY
MY FIRST ONE NIGHT STAND
How you go about choosing a partner for life can be a long and confusing process, baffling even to one’s own self. How you pick out the candidate for a one night stand is much simpler, you have the urge to get laid, you find an acceptable male, and if he’s horny, and most straight men are, then you’re in luck. The main reason why we women love one night stands is that sex feels just as good for women as it does for men. Kissing, being skin to skin, embracing, looking each other in the eyes, oral sex, orgasm…it’s all good and we modern women know that.
A girl only has to let him know she’s available and more than a little willing. You don’t have to worry about whether he’s smart or stupid, arrogant, loud, a liar, or living with his mother, you’re not building a relationship, just looking for some instant gratification. Life isn’t like it was in the distant past where a woman had to save her virginity for marriage and then probably stick with that one man for life. Back in those days, pre-marital sex was strictly forbidden and even talking about sex was seen as shocking or even taboo.
The one break nature gave women over men is that we can usually find a playmate if we really want one. And on this particular night, I wanted one, badly!
I’d had an argument earlier in the day with my loser of a boyfriend. It wasn’t over anything important, but it was one of those things that had been building for a while. His idea of a good night is to beat some kid on the other side of the world on an online game. He isn’t a bad guy, but he can be boring, and devoting more time to online gaming over me is not appreciated. I wasn’t in the mood
to be bored and it was time for a change so I determined that moving on would be the best for both of us, it was time.
I knew of a local hotel in town that had a monthly singles night in their lounge. I’d always been curious about it and tonight seemed to be the night to satisfy that interest. It was known as a ‘grab a granny’ night as the female clientele was predominantly over forty and although I was only thirty four, I was heading there for two reasons.
Firstly, the age profile suited me as I thought my relative youth would make me stand out from the other women there. Secondly, I had heard that the men were more mature than you would find in a club or disco and that would suit me as I was in need of an experienced lover, not a virgin trying to get lucky. The hotel was known to attract travelling salesmen and I thought that would suit me too as I only wanted a one night stand with no commitments, or so I thought!