The Misadventures of Suzy Wild: Collected Confessions

by Wild, Suzy

  The Misadventures of Suzy Wild

  Collected Confessions

  Volume 1

  by

  Suzy Wild

  KINDLE EDITION

  Copyright © 2012 Suzy Wild

  Published by Boudoir Books

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  Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

  Vacation Confessions Part 1

  The moonlight sparkled on the sea as our mouths locked, our bodies entwined in the water. I ran my hand of the smooth muscles of his body, down, down, grasping his thick hard cock, a thrill of excitement running through me as I felt him respond to my touch with more urgent kissing. In the grasp of my hand his hips started to buck to generate friction. My nipples were hard against his chest, the water supporting us as I locked my legs around the small of his back and guided the pulsing head of cock towards my pussy with my hand. His tongue probed me roughly as I held his cock hard against my swollen clit in the water, delighting n the feeling of it sliding up and down against my body, then I could contain myself no longer, and moved his throbbing head into the wet heat of my pussy. WE both gasped as the head of his dick slipped inside, then he was gently rocking, working his thick shaft deeper with every move, filling me. Was I really doing this? Fucking a guy I’d just met in the ocean? Suddenly he was all the way in and I locked my hands around his neck and started to slide up and down his steel hard pole, pushing my clit against the sculpted hardness of his body on every downward thrust and delighting in the feeling of the eddies of water pulsing around us. Yes, I was really doing this...

  School was over, college loomed, and there was one last chance for some sun and some fun before my new life as a college girl began. Who wants to turn up to college pale and boring? Much better to rock up with a tan, a smile and some experience under my eighteen year old belt. That’s what I thought when I booked the holiday with one of my friends Emma, and boy, as I was to find out, that’s what I was going to get...

  I’d spent the last year at school going steady with Tom from my class, which, as the year end, I started to think of as more of a mistake than a blessing. Before him I’d had my share of drunken fumbles with boys my own age, then finally, after school finished, over the holidays I’d let Tom have what he’d been pestering me for - I didn’t want to go to college a virgin after all! We’d done it a few times, and it was okay, but the earth didn’t move, Tom wasn’t adventurous and I kind of had the nagging feeling there had to be more. The holiday seemed to be a good place to find out and it turns out I was right: when you’re on your hands and knees naked on the sand under the moonlight, with your twenty something kite surfing instructor sliding his thick cock in and out your pussy well, let’s say, a whole new world opened up that holiday. Oh, and I’d never look at Emma the same way again...

  We’d booked ten days in Cancun, I was shocked our parents let us go, two eighteen year old sweethearts off to Mexico, but we were in an all inclusive resort and I guessed they thought we were safe enough. Little did they know what we’d been planning.

  “I want to fuck at least three guys,” Emma confided to me on the way over. We were on the plane discussing what we wanted to get out of the holiday, and it did seem to be one thing: sex. Like me Emma was going steady with a guy, unlike me, she’d slept with a couple of other guys too, now it seemed she was desperate to add some more notches. We were both after more experience, but me, I was after quality rather than quantity, but I’d take either.

  “Just three?” I giggled. “I’m sure you can do more.” I was sure she could. Like me Emma was petite, a couple of inches shorter than my five four, but with a lithe toned body that we’d developed courtesy of gymnastics. While I had blonde hair and blue eyes, Emma’s hair was jet black, and her eyes bright green, something that made her look particularly striking and ensure she was never short of male company. The other thing might have been her enviable chest. We’d both eventually quit gymnastics as we discovered boys and partying, but also because our bodily development had made leotards uncomfortable, but while I’d stopped at a nice C cup, Emma’s breasts had just kept going. The annoying thing about them was even with their size, they were firm and perky, something she was fond of pointing out.

  “Well, let’s see how we go. I do have standards, so ugly boys are out.”

  “I don’t want a boy, I want a man,” I sighed, “to do things to me boys don’t do.” We laughed together and clinked out glasses together.

  A few hours we were clinking our glasses together in the hotel’s beach side bar. It was night, and despite our apprehension, no one really seemed bothered to check ID for drinks, which was why I was probably already feeling so drunk. Emma was clearly drunk as well, but where I was struggling to keep my eyes open she kept leaping from her chair to dance around, throwing her arms in the air, which had made her quite the centre of attention from a lot of the men in the bar. We’d fended a number off already, but not before they’d bought us a lot of drinks. There was yet another set of guys hanging around us, but I could barely talk.

  “Come on hun, let’s go to bed,” I slurred to Emma. There was a chorus of disapproval from the men around us.

  “Not yet Suze, look at the fun we’re having!” Emma exclaimed, her arm circling the waist of particularly hunky looking guy, much to his pleasure.

  “Please Em, I can hardly keep my eyes open but I don’t want to leave you here.”

  Emma frowned, then gave a sly smile, “Are you going straight to sleep?”

  I nodded.

  “Ok, why don’t we go back to the room then?” she beamed, but to my alarm, as she’d stood she’d taken the hunky guys arm. He must have been in his early twenties, he looked fit and tanned with a mop of blonde hair and blue eyes. He was good looking, but, really? On the first night. Emma must have seen my somewhat squinty eyed look at the man, because she added, “Don’t worry, Jay will just come for a drink. We can drink on the balcony while you sleep.”

  “Ok,” I nodded, at this point just glad to be able to get back to the room.

  “You sure you don’t want a drink with us?” Emma asked, swaying slightly as she spoke. Jay was already out on the balcony, and I was already collapsed on my bed. I shook my head, my eyes already closing with drowsiness. As I flopped back Emma flicked the lights off and headed out
side with a bottle of tequila.

  I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I woke up the room was in semi-darkness, with the moon casting a silvery illumination. I heard muffled panting and giggling from outside, momentarily confused I rolled across my bed to get a look out on to the balcony. What a sight!

  Emma and Jay were entangled in a steamy kiss, Jay’s shirt was off revealing a tight lightly muscled torso, and Emma’s mini-dress was pooled on the floor with her panties, she was completely naked. Not for the first time I marveled at the slight waist that seemed so at odds with the huge firm breasts on her tiny frame. I hadn’t known she was completely shaven below. Even as the thought hit me I sensed my own arousal. I’d never watched my friend making out, let alone making out naked. I looked more closely, my own breathing shallow. I could see one of Jay’s hands cupping Emma’s ass, the other was between her legs, which were parted. He still had his jeans on, nut as they broke from their kiss momentarily I could see that Emma had a hold of Jay’s impressive cock. His jeans hung open and her hand was moving rhythmically up and down his swollen shaft.

  As I watched as Emma arched her hips and gave a groan, Jay’s hand strayed from her butt onto her luscious breasts and started kneading them. His head dropped and he had to almost crouch to nuzzle into her chest. He was pretty tall, but Emma wasn’t having any of it. With one hand she pushed him upright and back slightly, then it was her who bent her knees. Despite myself I gasped as her mouth swallowed the entire length of his tool. Jay thew back his head in ecstasy as she slowly slid her lips up, leaving his cock shining in the moonlight. Oh my God! I was watching my friend give a blow job and it was horny as hell.

  I felt my own arousal, my nipples had hardened as I watched, and I slid one hand down to my own moist panties. Pushing the material to one side I slipped a finger into the hot wetness then trailed it out to gently caress my rapidly swelling clit as I took in the action.

  Emma was still slowly sliding her mouth up and down Jay’s cock. Clearly he wanted more, he grabbed at her head, but she shook him off and let his cock go, smiling and shaking her head. He watched as she gently took his glistening penis and slid it between her breasts. He gave a grunt as she pushed her cleavage together with both hands, trapping his cock between her tits, then she started to slide up and down it.

  Jay had to lean back and grip the table on the balcony, his jeans around his knees as she slid his tool up and down between her supple breasts. Then, just as he was groaning, as the bulbous head cleared the top of her chest she bent her head and took the tip in her mouth briefly before sliding back down.

  Jay groaned louder as he watched and my own fingers worked faster as I watched. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The tempo gradually increased, until Emma was nearly still and it was Jay who was desperately thrusting his hips, the head of his cock clearing her breasts to find the wet heat of her mouth. Suddenly he jerked and Emma bent her head, released her breasts and slid her mouth all the way down his cock to his balls as he twitched and convulsed. I could feel my own orgasm rising, but it was the site of her slowly sliding her mouth of his spunk covered cock that sent my own pussy into convulsions. I had to bite the back of my hand to cover my cries. Had I just seen my friend deep throat a cumming cock?

  A thin trail of shining spunk trailed from the end of Jay’s cock to Emma’s full lips, and she looked him full in the eyes as she wiped it from her mouth with the back of her hand, standing as she did so. They embraced, and kissed. I lay silent, watching, breathless.

  The kiss went on, they were now both naked on the balcony under the moonlight, their bodies locked together. After some minutes they broke apart and I saw Jay was hard again, his cock standing straight up to attention. Emma ran her nails up it making him shiver. He whispered, she giggled, then moved away from him and leant over the table, waggling her ass in the air. Grinning, he took up position behind her, they were side on to me, and I could feel the insistence in my own thighs as he gently maneuvered the tip of his dick on Emma’s moist slit.

  Emma gave an audible gasp as he pushed into her. He paused with just the head in then slowly rocked forward so his whole length disappeared into her pussy.

  “Oh my God!” Emma gasped loudly.

  I started to rub at my own sex with two fingers as I watched him slowly pull out to almost his full length revealing a cock slick with her juices. This was too much! He pushed back, my hands moved faster, in time with their movements as they slowly increased. He as pounding in and out of her now, gripping her hips. I saw her through her head back her face flushed as she gave a small cry and I knew she had come just as my own orgasm hit me, running through me in waves. It must have been catching, because Jay faltered, his face contorted as his hips bucked, his cock deep inside her.

  Emma lay flat on the table panting as a gasping Jay gradually inched a dripping cock from her, while I lay gasping myself, my panties soaked from my own juices.

  Emma swung round and sat on the edge of the table, pulling Jay close and they kissed again. She whispered to him and hopped off the table and together they came in through the open sliding door into the room.

  “Is she asleep?” I heard Jay whisper.

  “Yes, don’t worry,” Emma replied and I heard them get into bed. I used the noise they made as an excuse to groan and tumble around in my own bed, moving beneath the sheet as if asleep, or at best half awake. I felt embarrassed. Embarrassed and aroused.

  There was shuffling and whispers, then quiet, then I heard gentle panting, followed by a rhythmic creaking. I had my back to them, but I had to look. I had to.

  I quietly rolled over and squinted through half shut eyes. Jay was lying on his back and Emma was straddling him, her firm thighs either side of his body as she gripped his shoulders and slid back and forth across him. I watched fascinated as her sweat sheeted breast jiggled with her movements. She grew faster and faster and Jay gave a cry. She clamped a hand over his mouth, a move that surprised him but that he didn’t resist. I could see from his twitching hips he must have come deep inside her as she rode him, but she wasn’t finished. She threw back her head and after a couple more moves of her own her eyes shut, her mouth opened and she gave a gasp of her own, before rolling off to collapse, sweating and exhausted beside him.

  When I awoke in the morning Jay was gone, and Emma was sleeping soundly. Hardly surprising given her performance the night before. I had a nagging headache and a guilty feeling. Should I have watched? Why had I enjoyed watching? Was I wrong to have pleasured myself like that while watching my friend having sex? And where had she learnt some of those moves?! All this played on my mind as I showered. I’d slept with Tom, with him on top, other than that I’d been pawed at by maybe a handful of boys on nights out and maybe fondled the same number of cocks. Clearly I was someway behind Emma, I had ground to make up, especially if I wasn’t going to be a complete innocent when I got to college.

  It was a couple of hours later when Emma found me on the beach.

  “Wow, that was some night,” she said.

  “It certainly was,” I replied. She seemed to be staring at me from behind her sunglasses, and I was glad I was wearing mine so she couldn’t see my eyes.

  “I was so drunk,” she said at last.

  “Me too,” I decided to put her out of her misery, “I just passed straight out when we got to the room, what did I miss?” I asked. I could see she visibly relaxed.

  “Oh, not much. I had some drinks with Jay, we made out for a bit...” she trailed off. “You were asleep weren’t you?”

  “Yes, out for the count,” I lied, again glad of my shades.

  “Great! Oil my back will you?” she flopped on her front next to me.

  The day passed uneventfully, and claiming she was tired and wanted to avoid seeing Jay, Emma steered us to a quiet restaurant and an early night. In fact this turned out to be the pattern the next night as well, as we waited for Jay to leave. I wasn’t fussed, and it gave us time to work on our tans, which were c
oming along nicely now. We’d both started turning a golden brown. Which probably helped the following night when we hit the beach bar again. This time, we didn’t try to fend off the guys, we positively encouraged them and it wasn’t long before Emma was slipping off with one them, leaving me on my own. Or rather with a fine selection of men to choose from.

  Choose I did, figuring Emma had gone back to our room I asked a deeply tanned Spanish guy called Juan if he fancied a walk on the beach. I’d picked him for his swept back black hair, deep brown eyes, and tight muscled body, also, I’d said I wanted a man, and Juan was in his mid-twenties, a kite surfing instructor, and gorgeous. As we walked along the darkness of the beach I couldn’t really concentrate on the small talk we were making in broken English: I had butterflies running through my stomach, and I could feel the first twinges of arousal running through me as I thought about what I was about to do.

  Juan was in the middle of saying something hen I stopped and stood on tip toe to kiss him. If he was surprised he didn’t show it, his mouth yielded to min, I could feel the graze of his stubble as his tongue danced with mine, and he smelt faintly and pleasantly of the sea. I pressed my body into him. He was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of linen trousers, through which I could begin to feel him harden. I was eager and I pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, which he pulled of and over his head. His teak brown body was muscled and taut, I ran my hand over his pecs in wonder, across his abs before trailing my fingers down the bulge in the front of his trousers. I bit my lower lip as I felt his hardness and looked at him shyly. There was no shyness in his eyes, he leaned forward.

  “Let’s swim,” he whispered, already pulling my mini-dress up. I let him pull it over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra and the white triangles of my tan lines made him pause, before he smiled. He pulled at the drawstrings on his trouser and with one deft move whipped them and his boxer shorts off so that he was standing naked before me. I gasped his cock was thick, standing straight up, the head shining slightly in the moonlights. His abs sculpted down to some short black hair, from where his magnificent penis sprang, his heavy balls hanging below. He laughed, turned and ran into the sea, splashing through the water before diving in.