I had imagined one scenario after another during each of the previous two nights as I soaked my fingers with juices and widened my hole with my thrusts. I promised myself that for the first time ever, I would actually let myself go during the weekend, no matter what.
We checked in and the manager acted like Angelica and Dwight were Kate and William. Dwight pushed me toward the front desk and into an awkward introduction. The manager looked maybe five years older than me, with a messy mop of brown hair, that somehow managed to look neat, and a sharp nose above a seemingly genuine smile. He looked me up and down, not even trying to hide the slightly erect and rather enormous cock bulging from his sweat pants. He introduced himself as Steve, and then led us to our chalet, two rooms side by side.
“Grab your robe,” Angelica said. “Then meet us by the Jacuzzi. It’s dark out there and there aren’t many lights. You’ll be able to get a glimpse of the Carmel lights, twinkling through the trees. It’s beautiful!”
I wasn’t sure what to wear, or not wear, but decided that my breasts were my best asset, so I put on some bikini bottoms which felt like armor since I hadn’t been keeping my pussy covered for several months.
The Jacuzzi had three people in it, all middle-aged. I was the youngest by at least a couple of decades. Just off the wooden deck there was a bar, warm and inviting. There were three bartenders, all topless and all male. Couples dotted the outside in high back oak chairs. Angelica’s robe fell to the concrete, and she then lowered herself into the tub, where everyone else was soaking in their naked flesh.
I smiled at the sign on the bar wall: Love is the only thing that is free, give generously, and felt suddenly self-conscious about my bikini bottoms.
I turned my back to slip them off, and felt every eye on me.
I didn’t see or feel Dwight slipping into the water, but when I turned he was waiting for my grand entrance. I reminded myself that I’d promised to really let go for once, dropped my robe to the concrete, and eased myself into the tub.
The water was hot, but it was even hotter between my legs. Angelica smiled at me. Her breasts were big, and slightly heavy, her nipples sinking completely below the waterline. “Why don’t we go for a drink?” she suggested.
A drink sounded great, and this didn’t seem to be the sort of place that asked for ID. I stepped from the hot tub naked, and stood in front of the heater as hot water dripped from my glistening body.
Despite the dryness from the heat, my pussy was soaking and my nipples were two little bullets. Two minutes later I was sipping a martini, and staring around the room. There was a couple in the corner, either unaware of the world around them, or turned on by its countless eyes. The woman pulled away, kissed the man on the cheek, and walked to the bar. Her partner stood and followed her, his cock fat enough to fuck a tailpipe.
Remarkably, I didn’t flinch. I wanted to reach out and touch his dick even though I knew I wouldn't. The woman got her drink, and then led the man to a couch still in view but slightly off-set. She lay down and he immediately started lapping his tongue on the swell of her slit. I could hear her moaning.
Dwight whispered, “You can go and watch if you want, there is a viewing gallery over there.” He pointed to the other side of the courtyard, but I shook my head like I wasn’t interested. When I went to the bathroom a few minutes later, I stared at the man plowing into the woman from behind.
I’m sure Dwight saw me, but I didn’t care. I had to dam the flood in my pussy. I wanted dick, but I didn’t want it to be old or shriveled, and I didn’t want it to be Dwight’s, even if Angelica was in to that sort of thing.
“Are you O.K?” a man asked from the other side of the pillar where I had stopped to stare. It was Steve, the guy we met earlier at reception. He was standing over me, staring. Normally I would have felt vulnerable, with his 6’2” height and muscular frame overpowering me, but instead, it sent me toward a trembling arousal like nothing I’d ever felt. I wanted him instantly and would have done anything he asked.
I think he could smell me.
Steve smiled, then took my hand and placed it on his dick, then held my wrist and moved my hand to rub his dick, up and down under the cotton before dropping his sweat pants so I could feel the heat and hardness of his massive swollen cock.
My breathing was heavy and fast. He pushed me down and I willingly fell to my knees, putting my lips over his enormous erection without even thinking. I’d never let a guy inside me, but I’d swallowed plenty of cum, and even as early as 16 I knew I gave a damn good blow job.
I wanted Steve’s dick all over my face, so I slapped it on my cheeks and stared up at him with my hungriest eyes. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, softly moaning the entire time, then pulled me to my feet, removed my robe and carried me to a nearby couch, dropping me onto the leather.
I glanced up to see if there was a viewing area, and sure enough I saw Dwight in the shadows, aiming his camera at our two naked bodies.
Steve slapped his cock across my face, then lowered his mouth to my slit where he started to lick my clit. I wanted his cock back in my face, but didn’t want to interrupt the sudden Shangri-La between my legs. I moaned loudly, and he shoved his tongue between my folds over and over until I came hard against his mouth.
I pushed Steve off of me as one orgasm after another tore through my body. Steve smiled, then stood, glancing around the room, wanting the world to see me writhing. My nipples were tight and I couldn’t stop shaking. When I finally lay still, Steve climbed on top of me, then slapped my face again with his pipe-hard dick.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.
I whimpered a please, and he slid inside me. My pussy was so soaking wet that he made it inside with little friction, even though I’d never had a cock inside me before. He moved slowly at first, then with a decisive shove. It was beautifully painful, hot and rigid, up and down inside me. Like the plastic dildo I keep under my bed, but better.
Steve pumped harder and harder, his urgency building. Just as he was about to climax, he pulled himself from my pussy and came all over my face.
I lay there, loving the feeling of his hot milk on my cheeks, and running my tongue across my lips to pull some of his salty cream into my mouth. He nibbled on my ear, told me I was amazing, and then disappeared.
I thought maybe I should be sorry since how I lost my virginity was so far away from how I had pictured it, but I was glad it had finally happened. I wanted more. I went to my room, finger fucked myself to sleep imagining what had just happened and what might happen again the following day. I dreamt of fucking until the morning light streamed through the windows.
Angelica and Dwight tapped gently on my door, inviting me to breakfast. I said “Okay”, threw on a robe and followed them to the dining hall.
Le Corps Nu was beautiful in the evening, but in the daylight it was breathtaking. The scent of sequoias filled the air, and a hundred blue Jays hopped along the wooden decks, begging for crumbs.
A few heads turned to greet us as we approached our table. Dwight led me to my chair, capitalizing on an opportunity to graze his fingers across my ass. I sat and my robe parted at the crotch. Already fully aroused and feeling my power, I left the curtain parted.
There was no one particularly appealing in our group, and I found myself spending the entire meal straining my neck hoping to catch a glimpse of Steve. My eyes eventually found him, checking another couple into the resort. I suddenly longed for the feel of his lips on my nipples, wanting to feel him tugging at them again, or slapping his cock across my face.
After breakfast, we laid by the pool, soaking in the late morning sun. Dwight had his deck chair tilted toward me and was drinking in my tits with his eyes as Angelica read her book. She seemed pleased at her husband’s amusement, as though she had brought something tasty home for dinner. As he stared, I occasionally readjusted my body by parting my legs, pushing my breasts together, or curling my legs so he could get a glimpse of pussy between my legs.
Another man rose to get in the water. His cock was hard and he stretched to show me, but it did nothing for me or my pussy. I only wanted Steve, like I’d had him the evening before, but better. Now that my pussy had tasted his dick, I craved it again, and wanted him to take me without apology. I longed for him to leave me shuddering, but this time I wanted his cum dripping out of me, not painting my face. I threw my eyes everywhere, and would have taken him anywhere, but Steve was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, an attractive woman in her 40‘s or so was everywhere around me. She kept buying me drinks, and told me I had unbelievable breasts perfect for sucking. I wondered whether she went the other way, both ways, or maybe wanted a threesome. Whatever she wanted she was taking a while to get to the point.
“Fancy a massage?” she finally suggested. “You can’t come all the way to Le Corps Nu and not have a massage.” She introduced herself as Michelle and promised I’d be well taken care of.
I figured maybe I could get off with someone rubbing my shoulders, and maybe forget about Steve for a few minutes, so I followed Michelle to a lower level cabana where we waited in our robes until our names were called.
We entered the modest sized room where there were two beds side-by-side. Michelle lay on one, and I lay on the other. The lights were low and the flickering candles threw shadows on the wall. The scent of citrus in the air.
“This is what I’ve been waiting for,” Michelle said, as a tall man with broad shoulders stepped up behind her, and started pressing his large, strong hands deep into her flesh. I closed my eyes, waiting for my masseur to enter the room as the sound of slapping skin and oils being rubbed echoed around me.
The door opened again, and a moment later I heard heavy breath, then a set of strong, hot hands rubbing the flesh of my ass cheeks, dangerous close to my pussy. I prayed it was Steve, and something told me it was as the familiar weight of his hands pressed into my flesh, but I couldn’t roll over to see for sure without disturbing the massage.
Warm, oiled hands pressed into my shoulders, then my lower back, and finally my upper thighs, hesitating at the top of my legs, then inching closer, awaiting my resistance. No need to resist. I was already moaning. I rolled over quickly, and looked into Steve’s eyes. He smiled and pressed his hands hard on my breasts.
I looked over at Michelle and her masseuse. She gave me a friendly smile, winked and got off the bed. Pulling her masseuse behind her, she left the room leaving Steve and me completely alone.
He continued to cover my chest with warm oil, rubbing it into my skin, down past my belly button, then lower, all the way to my sopping wet slit. Holding a finger against me, he moved my lips apart and played with my clit, licking my lower lips like he had the night before.
I came hard, writhing into a never ending orgasm. Before I was finished shaking, Steve flipped me over and shoved his cock inside my soaking hole, pressing my chest against the massage table until I could barely breathe.
He furiously thrust himself inside me, fucking me hard until he tensed, then blasted, filling me with shot after shot of hot cum. After recovering, we both got up. He wiped the massage table, and we fled the humid room for the dry cool of his chalet. I wondered how many women Steve had brought there before. I then banished the thought from my mind.
We entered the chalet and Steve poured me a glass of wine, then lit the fire. We sat naked in the fire light as he stared into my eyes, and planted a tender kiss on my left cheek. “You’re sweet,” he said, as we lay together staring at the fire. His fingers danced along the insides of my thighs, always stopping short of my oven hot and cinnamon roll sticky middle. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to enjoy the moment, get his cock inside me and ride it to another heaving orgasm, but I couldn’t help but think that come Sunday night when I left, Steve would move right along to the next pretty girl, strolling the grounds naked at Le Corps Nu.
I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to sound pathetic or overly hopeful. This was nothing but sex, after all. We made love once more until he came softly, then he fucked me until he came hard.
I initiated things again by finishing my wine, setting the empty glass on the table, then dropping my face to his thigh and lapping my tongue in a line until I was nuzzling his balls. Steve lay still for twenty minutes as I made slow love to his cock, heating my cunt with desire as I imagined his massive cock inside me.
I was sopping wet when he finally slid inside my hole. I would have happily taken him all the way to white milk in my mouth, especially since he had already fucked me silly on the massage table, but he pulled me to him and we made love, missionary with his mouth on mine.
We rested for 15 minutes. Then he turned me over, took me from behind, and fucked me into happy tears, which was the last thing I remembered as I fell to sleep.
The next morning Steve was gone and I found Angelica and Dwight by the pool. “We missed you,” Angelica said. I said nothing, and neither did Dwight.
Everything felt different. I felt different. And I no longer wanted Dwight to look at me at all. I packed my bags and searched for Steve. I couldn’t find him until we were ready to leave. He was on the far side of the Le Corps Nu lobby, helping a pair of guests get settled. He raised his hand and gestured for me to wait, but Angelica and Dwight were already in the car with the engine running so I told him I had to go.
I scribbled a note, along with my email address, feeling like a hopeless child as I climbed into the car and gave a final farewell to Steve. I made polite conversation the entire trip home, swallowing tears and thinking about Steve’s triple load of cum still inside me.
I never saw Steve again, and he never did return my email, but there aren’t many days that pass now when I don’t have sex, and not many times when I’m having sex when I don’t think of his massive cock and the way it felt when he took what can only be taken once.
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Hot and Wet and in the Jungle
With Mick’s massive mushroom tip jammed inside my tiny hole, stretching the inner walls of my pussy for the first time ever, it was hard to imagine that I was still a virgin – with a tiny tight taco – just an hour before.
Twenty-three and still a virgin, none of my friends could believe it. I could barely believe it myself. That’s why, when six of us decided to take a trip down to the Yucatan peninsula for a little rummaging amid the Ancient Mayan pyramids, I got first dibs on Mick, and no one batted an eye of protest.
We were all post grads from UCSD, and on the drive into Mexico we divided ourselves among the Jeep Liberty, Nissan XTerra and 4Runner we owned. The Liberty was mine. It was the smallest of the three, but I was the lucky one, with Mick all to myself.
I was determined to stuff all our equipment inside the Liberty, even if I had to shove it in like meat in a sausage casing. The doors barely closed, but we made it. And Mick smiled at me like I had just caught the biggest fish in the lake. It was the hottest week of August, and he was already sweating by the time he started the engine. Pulling onto PCH I could smell all six foot two of him. The scent was making me think of things that made the long drive longer, and by the time we were nearing the border I was horny as fuck. In the ridiculous heat of August, the sweatier he got, the stickier I was getting between my legs. Even though I’d never had a dick inside me, it was the only thing I could think about.
Sure, I’d taken care of myself a few times at home when the itch was especially bad, but I was so busy getting my degree, I’d had little, if any, time for more personal matters. By the time I hit my early twenties, I’d waited long enough for the topic to become awkward.
On one hand, I couldn’t tell the few guys I did go out with that I was a virgin. As much as guys liked to be the first to plant their flag on the top of Muff Mountain, the sort of guys I was most interested in would never have wanted the responsibility that came with it. But then again, I didn’t want to not tell the guy, since it did seem like something any warm blooded man would want to know. So it just became this we
ird non-issue that I never really did anything about, and just kept it to myself and my tightest circle of friends. And yet, sitting in the car beside Mick, made me wetter than I think I’d ever been before. I was even embarrassed since the scent of my sweat was strong, and I was pretty sure the scent of my pussy was stronger.
I was starting to wonder if we’d made a mistake, venturing into the depths of a tropical rainforest when the humidity felt like 100%. I wondered if I was doing it for the adventure, or for the chance to feel what it was like to finally have a cock inside me. Sure, I could get plenty of dick in San Diego. All I had to do was go down to the Gas Lamp District, but it wouldn’t have been Mick’s dick, and his was the only cock I’d really wanted, ever since finals were finally finished.
I was pretty sure Mick wanted me, too, though I wasn’t positive. And then, we were in Mexico with a busted tire.
Our tire went flat after driving on a barely-there road made of crumbling concrete and battered dirt. Mick hopped from the Liberty, then kneeled down to change the tire. I could his cock straining against the wetness of his humidity-soaked cotton shorts. Yeah, he wanted me, and as soon as I saw the strain of his staff, my already wet pussy started dripping down my virginal thighs and onto the leather of my Liberty’s seat.
I got out and handed Mick everything he asked for, both because I wanted to help, and because I wanted a better view of his ass, imagining it hovering above me as he jammed his young cock inside me on repeat.
I wondered if there would be room on the narrow cots we’d brought along with us, then hated myself for being such a goddamn scientist all the time. But I couldn’t help it. It was how I was wired. Mick was a big guy and I wondered about our combined weight on the shaky cradle of canvas and sticks.
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