We wanted to use the outdoor whirlpool, but there was another couple in it. It was large enough to accommodate eight people, but we wanted it for ourselves. We would just have to wait the other couple out!
While we waited, we went to our room to change into swimwear. Delia opted not to wear her thong. Instead, for the romantic interlude she had planned in the whirlpool, she put on a revealing (especially when wet) white bikini she’d just bought.
Once we were in the whirlpool, we played with each other, and I was able to remove her bikini bottom and finger-fuck her while she stroked my cock. She pulled my swimsuit off, then faced away from me and sat on my engorged cock. As she slowly impaled herself on it, a sigh of contentment escaped her lips.
We fucked like this for a few minutes. Then Delia suggested that I go under the water and satisfy her orally. I positioned myself between her legs, which she obliged me by opening wide for me. I took a deep breath and submerged to my baby’s waiting pussy. It didn’t take me long to find her clit, which I sucked greedily. I held on to it with my lips as long as I could, while she squirmed around.
When I resurfaced for air, I saw that she had leaned her head back on the edge of the whirlpool to enjoy her aquatic stimulation. I told her it was her turn.
She readily agreed and got between my legs, took a deep breath and went to work. I watched her head bob up and down in the water for a minute or so. The sensation was indescribable. My baby came up out of the water smiling as she wiped the water from her eyes, and asked coyly if the wait had been worth it.
We were startled from our fun when three kids in their twenties—two boys and a girl—showed up to use the whirlpool. Delia immediately sprang away, letting go of my cock as the kids entered the water. She grasped for her bikini bottom, which I was holding in my hand, but I jerked it away from her and let her sit in the whirlpool with only her bikini top on!
The kids were amiable and chatted away freely. I had extreme difficulty with my erection, which wouldn’t go away, as a result of my knowledge that Delia was naked beneath the bubbling water. While the kids kept her in constant conversation, she attempted numerous times to pry her bikini bottom away from me. Finally I sat on it to discourage any future attempts.
To add to Delia’s discomfort, and to the excitement of her predicament, a mother and daughter approached the whirlpool. The mother, in her late forties, was wearing a bathing suit and slid into the warm water. Her svelte and attractive daughter, in her early twenties, was wearing a miniskirt and opted to just sit at the edge of the whirlpool and dangle her legs in the water.
With the arrival of the new participants, I retrieved my wife’s bikini bottom from beneath me and slipped it to her, and she slid it back on so tactfully that no one noticed. My erection subsided as we conversed with the mother and daughter, who we discovered lived only about an hour away from us in the States.
Suddenly I noticed that Delia was edging away from me, repositioning herself directly across the whirlpool so that she was facing me—and the daughter, who was right beside me sitting at the edge of the pool. At first I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why she had done this. And then I caught her sneaking a peek up the woman’s miniskirt!
Believe me, my cock leaped to attention inside my swimsuit. I was stunned by what Delia was doing. And she kept right on sneaking glances up the woman’s skirt. Now, we’ve occasionally discussed the possibility of having a tryst with another female. But I’d never seen her make any type of move to make it a reality.
Oh, there’d been opportunities! Once during a flight Delia was solicited by a female flight attendant. And earlier that day there was that girl in the pool at the nude beach. But she hadn’t acted on them. Now here she was trying to see a young woman’s pussy, with me watching her! Conversation continued as Delia returned slowly to my side. The mother and daughter decided to leave for the night, and as the young woman spread her legs to help in the process of standing up, we saw her white panties under her miniskirt. After that, Delia and I beat a hasty retreat, leaving the whirlpool to the other young people.
Before my cock went limp again, I rushed Delia to our room and almost threw her on the bed. I needed to be inside her, and she needed to be fucked. We made the bed moan and groan with our feverish fucking.
Now, as I pounded Delia into the bed, our windows were open (they didn’t even have screens), and she can be quite vocal while she’s being fucked, and she was certainly that, as we both were excited by our escapade in the whirlpool. She was groaning and asking to be fucked hard, with an occasional “Oh, God.”
We fucked hard and loud. Tired from the pounding I was giving Delia, I needed a rest and a drink. I pulled out of her and went into the bathroom. The shutters were pulled shut, but the slats were partially open, and through them I saw a light shining, and then a figure out on the balcony, maybe fifteen feet away.
As I peered through the slats, I recognized a fellow we had seen earlier at the pool. Delia referred to him as Scorpion because of the scorpion tattoo on his shoulder. To my amazement, he was masturbating! He must have heard Delia and me fucking and couldn’t help but relieve himself. He was sort of participating by proxy.
I rushed into the bedroom and told Delia to be quiet but as casually as possible to look outside toward the balcony on our right. She asked why as she walked nonchalantly to the window. I informed her that Scorpion was jacking off over our fucking session!
At the window, she slowly got down on her knees while placing her hands on the sill and peering over it to observe Scorpion stroking his meat. As she watched, she parted her legs slightly, as if to invite me to fuck her. I mounted her doggie-style while she kept her vigil. I fucked her slowly to avoid disruption, but I felt her vaginal muscles contracting and releasing as she watched Scorpion jack off.
She established a slight rhythm of pushing back into me as her pussy continued to pulse from her visual treat. I kept my eyes on her, and even though her body was moving, her head remained still as she kept a constant watch on her “sonic” lover. She gradually lowered her chest to the windowsill and turned her head sideways with her eyes closed, with a quiet and sensual sigh. “Ohmygod, oh, fuck,” she muttered, as her pussy spasmed around my cock.
I kept thrusting into her. It wasn’t long before I came, knowing my wife had just come from watching a complete stranger jack off. (To this day she hasn’t told me exactly what it was she saw. Whatever it was, it made her pussy throb and pulse and quiver like I’ve never experienced before.)
We drifted off to sleep, but I was awakened in the night by a slow drizzle splattering on the windowsill. I already knew that Delia had always had a fantasy of having sex in a warm tropical rain. So I woke her.
“Baby, it’s raining,” I said. “C’mon, baby, here’s your chance to fulfill your fantasy of fucking in a tropical rain.”
With difficulty, I pulled her out of the bed and led her to our balcony. We would have to be quiet, since the balcony was shared with the room next door. The drizzle had grown to a downpour, and within seconds we were drenched. I led her to the railing, and as she leaned on it for support, I entered her pussy from behind. The light was on in the room next door. We wondered if the occupants were awake.
I watched the raindrops hit Delia’s back, then pool in the small of her back and from there run down the crack of her ass. We had only been at it for five minutes tops when I saw her fingers clench tightly around the railing. Her pussy contracted around my cock, and I felt a warm, wet sensation on my cock and balls. I thought it must be the rain that was flowing down her ass cheeks.
I continued pumping my cock in and out of Delia until once again I felt her pussy spasm, once again followed by that strange wet sensation on my cock and balls. It felt so good! It’s difficult to explain. All I can say is that the warm liquid felt fabulous on my cock and balls.
My orgasm was nearing as I felt a third contraction followed by the now-familiar warm, wet spray on my genitals. This sent me over the edge. I thrust fiercely in
to Delia while maintaining a firm grasp on her hips and pulling her to me. I stroked away as I felt my spewing come coat her cervix, which my cockhead reached with each thrust.
Delia was spent and so was I as she clutched the railing, pressing her chest against it for support. Her knees were weak and so were mine as we remained there hunched together gathering our strength.
I pulled out of her slowly while she continued to rest on the railing, allowing the warm, sweet-smelling tropical pellets of rain to continue to splatter upon her back. I went back in the room to get us a couple of towels. When I returned to the balcony, I had to literally grasp hold of Delia and escort her back into the room, where I toweled her off. I had never seen her so weak. I led her to the bed and covered her with blankets. As we lay there on the bed, resting from our furious fucking in the tropical downpour, Delia explained to me that the warm, wet sensation I had felt on my genitals was a quick succession of three orgasms so wet that she had come all over me. It was a wonderful feeling knowing that I’d given Delia another one of her fantasies. I love you, baby!
We held each other as we drifted off to a warm, restful, and deeply satisfied sleep, to the accompaniment of the rain, which continued to pelt down on the windowsill. And that was only the “climax” of the first day of our island adventure!
—R.L., New Rochelle, New York
Rub-a-Dub-Dub, There’s a Horny Girl in This Tub—And a Horny BF Watching
My boyfriend and I stood by the tub as it filled. He took me in his arms and kissed me. He caressed me as he removed my clothes. When his palms brushed my tits, the nipples grew hard.
I helped Drew remove his shirt. Just touching his chest gets me excited. My juices flowed as I undid his jeans and slid them down so he could step out of them.
I stepped into the tub. I wanted Drew to join me, but he said he wanted to see what I do when I take a bath and think about him. My tub has a Jacuzzi, and the water jets and I have become intimate friends. He handed me my waterproof vibrator and backed into the shadows.
I turned the jets on and lay back, letting the bubbles engulf me. I took some and played with them—rubbed them over my breasts, my legs. I sighed his name. My hands slid down and found my pussy really wet—not from the tub, but from desire.
I glanced in Drew’s direction. He had his cock in his hand while he watched me. The fire in me grew hotter. I grabbed my toy. He said to fuck myself with it. I slipped it into my hot cunt and made that face he loves, the one I make when his cock first slides into me. I let out a groan. Release was on the way.
I turned facing Drew and raised my feet over the edge of the tub. My legs were spread so the jets could flow over my clit, making it swell. I still had the toy inside me. I placed the end under a jet so the tub would keep it in place without my having to hold it. The flow of the jets made me wild! I pushed my hips back and forth so my fake cock fucked me hard.
“That’s it, baby,” Drew said. “That’s my cock. Fuck it!”
I moaned loudly, gripping the side of the tub so I could get fucked harder! “Oh, yes, fuck me, Drew!” I screamed. “I love your cock, baby!”
Seeing his hand pump his cock faster and faster made me explode. I screamed. He said to get out of the tub, he couldn’t wait anymore. We went to the couch in the living room. I knelt before him and glued my lips to his rod.
I moaned when I felt his hand on my head. He lifted it, then moved my mouth farther down his gorgeous dick. Each time I moaned, my lips sent vibrations through it. He talked dirty—telling me to really suck it and so on.
I could worship his cock for hours. It tasted so good. I grabbed his ass to take him in deeper. He asked if I wanted to ride his cock. He pulled me up, and I straddled him and slid down on him. That’s one of my favorite things in the world, when he enters me. He fits so perfectly, like he was made for me and me for him.
He pushed deeper into me, and I rasped, “Your cock is the best, baby! I love it!”
My juices dripped down his thighs as I ground my pussy down on his cock. The more he talked dirty to me, the hotter I got. He took me to that place where nothing exists, where there is no past, no future, only now. It’s times like these when I come the hardest.
As I came, I went quiet, because it was so intense. My bottom lip quivered as Drew continued to thrust into me. He said he was coming, then exploded in me, filling me up. All was right in my world.
—G.N., Tigard, Oregon
His Birthday Present From His Wife Had Endless Legs and an Eager Disposition
The Saturday morning was already warm as my wife and I sat on the patio having coffee. I was anxious to get breakfast out of the way, as I was super-horny and it was my birthday. Leatrice and I had nothing planned for the rest of the day. I figured if I played the birthday card right, she might let me do some things that normally weren’t on the menu.
With horrible timing, the doorbell rang! Lea jumped up to get it. Whoever it is, I thought, I hope it’s a quick conversation. I considered being completely naked when she came back—sitting there sporting a hard-on, ready for a wild ride. But I pushed the thought away.
That was fortunate!
Lea returned accompanied by a beautiful woman with long, willowy legs, wearing a yellow halter dress, the fabric of which did little to hide her scrumptious figure. Her breasts were large but firm-looking. It would be years before those lovely globes yielded to gravity. She had black hair cut in a pixie style that accented her green eyes and wide smile.
“Kyle, I have a surprise for you,” my wife said. “You know how you always want to take erotic videos of me, but I won’t let you? Well, happy birthday, darling! Bonnie is a lingerie model, and she’s yours for the day.”
My God, I couldn’t believe my luck! This sexy woman would let me videotape her? I didn’t know what to say. Lea broke the silence: “Honey, rather than just stand there with your mouth open and that big boner, why not go get your camera?”
I bet I broke the world’s record for camera retrieval. I was back almost instantly.
“Bonnie,” I said, “forgive me if I was rude. I just can’t believe Lea did this for me! What an unbelievable present! Can we start with you posing over by the fern?”
She walked to the fern and posed in the sunshine. When she put her hands on her knees and bent forward, the loose halter top revealed a large part of her breasts, almost to the nipples, while the hem of the dress rode up almost to her tight ass. She was one hell of a sexy gal.
After a few moments she pulled up a small chair and sat in it facing the camera. She crossed and uncrossed her legs slowly while staring directly into the lens. Then, teasingly, she parted her knees to provide a clear view of almost transparent white panties. Through the lens of the camcorder I saw the shadow of a thick black bush. Zooming in, I saw curly hairs peeking out from the edge of the fabric.
Bonnie knew where the camera was pointing and spread her legs farther. It wasn’t a coincidence that my dick was pressing hard against my shorts. I made no effort to hide it.
Bonnie stood up then and reached behind her neck for the ties that held her halter top. “Shall I lose the dress, Kyle?” she asked, smiling.
I tried to say, “Yes, please,” but what came out was more like a moan. How do photographers for men’s magazines keep their minds on the technical aspects of their work? Mine sure wasn’t on focus or lighting. I was imagining fucking this beauty. Videotaping her in sexy underwear wasn’t bad, though.
The front of her cotton dress fell away, revealing two of the prettiest tits in this hemisphere. Perky, round, hard-nippled. Large enough for a good tit-fuck, but not so large that they showed any signs of sagging.
“Whoops, I forgot I’m not wearing a bra!” Bonnie said. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Lea was by my side now. She reached between my legs and grabbed my raging hard-on.
“Bonnie,” she said, “judging from this handful, he doesn’t mind at all. Give me the dress to hang up.”
After the willowy
model stepped out of the dress, she stood in front of my lens in French-cut panties and high-heeled sandals. She posed that way for a few minutes, then once again sat in the chair and spread her legs slowly.
“Do you like what you see, Kyle?” she said.
If I were being honest, I’d have told her how my dick was twitching at that very moment. Instead, I said, “Oh, yeah, I lick, I mean like it.”
She smiled at my bad joke, then slipped her right hand down the front of her panties. It was obvious that her fingers were probing her slit. I zoomed in to capture what I could of the action. Except for a distant bird singing in a tree, the yard was so quiet, I heard the distinct squishing sound of her finger-fucking herself.
I managed to retain my composure until she took her fingers out and sucked her juices from them, looking into my eyes. That produced an even stronger twitch of my dick. At this rate, I was likely to come without anyone touching it! Even my balls tingled as I imagined what that mouth must feel like.
Bonnie saw my discomfort, smiled, and said, “Yes, Lea, I think your man has a bit of a problem. Would it help or frustrate him if I had you put my panties there with my dress?”
Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and slid her panties down her legs. I was right about her bush. It was thick and black, and looking at it made my mouth water. I wondered what it would be like to bury my nose in it.
“I’ll bet you’d like to see my pussy,” the smiling lass said. “Right, Kyle? Do you think he would, Lea?”
A movement at the corner of my eye made me look over. My wife had her hand down the front of her shorts, and it was moving slightly. I couldn’t believe it. My prim wife was masturbating, and in front of another woman! Another twitch of the dick.
“Kyle adores pussy,” Lea said in a husky voice.
Bonnie put her heels on the edge of the chair, bent her knees, and spread her long, gorgeous legs. The movement also spread her pussy lips apart. It was a beautiful pussy. The lips were swollen and thick, and they glistened with dampness in the sun.
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