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Every summer, thousands of salacious tourists flock to Lanvi, a small island covered in a lush rainforest, rolling hills, verdant valleys, and some miniature, inactive volcanoes. The tropical vegetation surrounds a welcoming metropolis, home to the world’s most sexually vivacious culture in existence.
There are thousands of adult-only resorts, erotic attractions, and lascivious businesses throughout the city. Here, sexual exploration is a rite of passage; a way of life that is not easily replicated elsewhere in the world.
People from all over the world come here to explore their wildest desires. Each new tourist season brings a new generation of thrill seekers, more curious and ambitious than the last. As each generation introduced wilder fantasies, our culture adopted an uninhibited perspective toward sexuality.
That’s not to say our home became orgiastic by cultural invasion. We were practicing sexual freedom and experimentation long before any tourist set foot on our island.
Lanvi is a sizeable island that’s part of a much larger island chain. Most of our people live on the larger islands, where children and the family-friendly atmosphere dictate cultural appropriateness. On Lanvi, there are no children, and there haven’t been since the island was first settled. Our island has always been a place where adults come to indulge in carnal, animalistic lust.
The only residents not taking full pleasure in our open culture are the native women. It’s not that native men mistreat or think little of us; it’s that our men are busy satisfying foreign women, and foreign men typically aren’t capable of satisfying us. Based on their performance, I don’t think they’re capable of satisfying any woman.
During the lust of summer, many Lanvi women share each others’ beds, unable to find visiting men who can give us our desired pleasures. Though we love the feel of each other, we also love the feel of men.
Outside of tourist season, many Lanvi are married, though our concept of marriage is very different from everywhere else in the world. Even visitors who claim to be in open marriages gasped at our freedom to explore our appetites. At any time, we are all allowed to indulge in each others’ bodies for whatever reason we seek; there are absolutely no boundaries.
When tourists arrive, boundaries are set for a short time, but eventually, they submit to the endless waves of pleasure that come with sexual freedom. As youths, many of us partied in open-door hotels, finding hundreds of horny bodies to satisfy our lust.
Now, I prefer the touch of only one man - two at the most - who can keep my wet slit pounded and quivering. For years, that’s been my mission: finding a man who satisfies me. I’m not too concerned with his emotional availability.
There’s a saying on Lanvi: Lavi san renmen bay selman lanvi. Life without love gives only lust.
For a few of us, this saying carries spiritual meaning. Personally, finding love isn’t as important as finding a man who can make me quake at the slightest touch.
Finding physical intimacy isn’t hard on Lanvi. It’s finding the right kind of physical intimacy that presents a challenge. As an older woman, I usually attract younger men, who don’t know what a pussy is, or older men, who never have enough energy for me.
The man I want probably doesn’t exist, but I still hold hope that I’ll find him one day. Until then, I spend every summer lying on my favorite beach, sunbathing naked, trying to attract my masculine lover.
Whenever my pussy aches too much, I’ll allow an eager sprite to crawl between my legs and give me an orgasm or two. They never last more than five minutes, but it’s a very energetic five minutes. If it isn’t a young man between my legs, it’s a young lady trying to impress me with her tongue tricks.
Some of those girls even earned my respect by not asking to taste me before shoving their tongues into my sweet slit. They sensed how horny I was and took the initiative to satisfy me. A couple of them even wore fake dicks to fuck me with, but they never surpassed the real thing.
Recently, while tanning my golden brown skin, I spotted a younger man at the water’s edge. I followed his back tattoos to his tight ass and saw a thick, bulbous tip dangling between his thighs. I nearly blacked out as all the moisture in my body rushed between my legs.
I felt the petals of my swampy flower blossom and smelt my scent fill the air. It intoxicated me along with the group of innocuous boys hovering around me. Frightened by my womanly aroma, many of the boys fled, leaving behind only their biggest friend.
Like the talented girls I’d come to respect, the young man knelt between my legs and thrust his massive rod into my velvety cunt. His dick was so big; it pulled my attention away from my future lover. Just as I looked down to watch his first young thrust, his balls emptied and he just about collapsed on top of me.
I rolled the heaving body off of me and caught the eyes of my future lover. My legs curled, and I nearly fainted from excitement as he started walking toward me. The bulbous tip that ignited the fire between my legs dangled at the end of a long, thick, masculine dick; much bigger than the young cock that just coated my wet, silky walls with its premature, watery, unscented slime.
As he came closer, the muscular, meaty rod grew longer and fatter. My mind and body filled with anticipation, knocking me over and opening my legs wider. I arched my back, moaned softly, and grabbed the corners of my beach blanket, bracing for his invasion.
Instead, he reached down and rubbed his fingertips along my slit, grazing my clitoris as he walked by without saying a word. Just one touch sent waves of pleasure up my spine, making me shake and twist uncontrollably. My legs crossed as my teased vulva quivered, overcome with ecstasy.
I bit my fingertips to stop myself from screaming as I came from his slight touch. My stomach tightened and convulsed as a hot stream of nectar flowed from my quivering lips. A horny girl forced her face into my swollen labia, slurping my excitement and allowing my lover to escape.
Girl after girl moved between my legs, keeping me writhing in wanton pain. Every once in a while, the girly tongues and fake dicks were replaced by real dicks. All shapes and sizes and hardness levels filled my insatiable hollow, unable to satisfy me the way my lover’s fingertips had.
For hours, my pussy was the center of attention for hundreds of horny tourists, leaving me covered and filled with gallons of cum. Near sunset, a gorgeous native girl twirled her tongue with such precision; she made me squirt on her face. She stayed between my legs even as men and women alike had their way with my saturated pussy.
When moonlight lit the beach, the girl and I parted ways, and I gathered my things and headed home. My loosely worn kimono danced in the wind as a soft breeze whispered sweet nothings between my legs. Young pedestrians shouted immature flirtations as the gooey streams running down my legs sparkled in the moonlight.
Once home, the moans of past lovers echoed through the halls. I imagined my newest lover waiting for me in the bedroom, waiting to part my legs and sow his seed. But, all that awaited me in my bedroom was a solo experience fueled by a fantasy.
I set my things in the living room and made my way to the bedroom. An opened window let in a summer breeze, which filled the room with floral scents from my garden. The aromas masked the smell of strong cologne and perfume left by former companions.
I imagined the cologne belonged to my lover, and he was already in the room. Another breeze blew in through the window and across my body. The lacy fabric of my kimono brushed over my shiny thighs, reminding me of his soft touch. My imagination replaced the wind with his hands; a dizzying image that caused me to fall onto the bed.
My kimono, now sticking to my plastered skin, rubbed over my hard nipples as I crawled to the center of the bed. I looked down at my beaten cum-messed pussy and growled as I thought of my lover filling me with his hot seed.
I opened my kimono and exposed my cum-coated body to the next titillating breeze. As the wind crept over my curves, my hands smeared the bukkake of cum into my skin. Thick layers of watery slime oozed and dripped everywhere; it felt like showering in melted ice cream.
I pushed much of the cum down to my neatly kempt bush and massaged the arousing lotion into my overflowing creampie. Four of my fingers, the middle and ring fingers on both hands, slid inside my slippery cunt while my thumbs slithered through the cum and found my buried clit.
My fingers were lost in a cummy mess but managed to find my engorged G-spot. Every second my thumbs teased my clitoris made my G-spot bigger. When the tip of my finger felt the sensitive spot inside me, my left hand pulled away.
In seconds, my middle and ring fingers were tapping my hot spot. I continued rubbing my clit at the same time while using my free hand to massage and pinch my sticky nipples. My hands masterfully played with my erogenous zones, rubbing multiple sweet spots in tandem.
My legs began shaking and coiling; my toes curled and cramped. The cold, drying cum melted on my skin. I leaned back and cried out in passion as I felt my lover’s massive manhood replace my twirling fingers and I gushed cum and my own squirt. Orgasmic wonder overwhelmed me, rushing my mind so forcefully; I passed out for a few seconds.
Still wobbly and elated, I tried to sit up, but a forceful hand slammed me back down. “Shhh,” a soft, deep voice commanded. I reached up and grabbed his wrist with both hands. In my desperate struggle for air, I allowed his free hand to grab my cum-oozing pussy. “Pathetic!” The watery goo of the young gangbangers annoyed him in a humorous way.
He climbed on top of me and laid his throbbing monstrosity against my sodden bush. The insanely hard cock oozed precum as he moved his girthy tip to my entrance. His intrusive hand moved from my pussy and covered my mouth.
“Don’t scream!” In one swift thrust, he was inside me, pushing against my cervix. The thick monster stretched my velvety walls beyond their tearing point; tears rushed down my face. “Shut the fuck up,” he commanded as I squirmed.
My cum-filled pussy wet his shaft, giving him plenty of lubrication to start thrusting. Aggressively, he rammed into my hips, knocking my bed against the wall and shaking the room. The loud cracking and banging echoed, filling the room with sounds of his rough passion.
I stabbed my nails into his wrist as my stomach tightened and swelled. His pummeling cock stretched and split me in half, sending me spiraling into the most powerful orgasm.
One... The first orgasm tore its way out of my pussy as elation filled my mind and whipped through my body. I convulsed underneath him, silently begging him to fuck me harder. The veins of his shaft bulged violently as my cumming-grip tightened and clamped more than he expected.
Like a real man, my lover powered through my tightness, rhythmically ramming into my ever-gushing creampie. He pushed my legs open wider and slammed deeper. The sound of his fat cock splitting me open drove me wild, causing me to buck into his thrusts.
Two... I erupted again, clenching his pounding cock and pulling him closer. He pulled his hand away from my face, and my screams filled the room.
“Fuck me harder!” Stunning him, I begged for more. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Three... My mind fogged and my vision blurred as he tirelessly drilled me into the mattress. He reached down and grabbed my hips and pulled me into his thrusts. My cumming cunt continued tightening and convulsing, spasming through waves of orgasms.
He groaned and roared as he rode me harder and faster. The spark in his eyes grew brighter, bursting into a wild flame that provoked a manic fuck-spree. We both hollered as the relentless thrusting and cumming continued.
Four... Over and over! Nine... Again and again! Eighteen... Time and again! Our bodies clashed endlessly. He never tired of driving himself into my quaking cunt, pushing me over the edge, up the walls, and into the seventh realm of euphoric bliss. My bruised and beaten flower splashed and sloshed as orgasm after orgasm washed over me.
His hands slid up my body and wrapped around my neck. He squeezed tightly and howled, “Take this cum!” as his thrusts intensified.
I looked into his fiery eyes as his hips bounced off of mine before driving his big dick deep inside me. Every thick inch stretched and tore its way through my tightness and penetrated my womb. My body contorted as he held his tip against my cervix.
The pain of him buried so deep faded as his thick, gooey man seed filled my stomach. His seed pushed out the lesser men’s seed, overflowing and burning my pussy, sending me into my umpteenth orgasm. Our quivering bodies increased his orgasm, which increased his cum flow.
He shot thick rope after rope inside me, giving me a full feeling halfway through his spasms. He choked me harder, cutting off my air supply and making me light-headed. In my giddy state of delirium, I barely felt his lips press against mine before passing out.
When I woke up, my fingers were furiously twirling against my G-spot. As I hysterically trembled and moaned, I removed my exhausted fingers from my still-sticky slit and sucked them dry.
Woozily, I sat up and looked down at my sex-battered body. Sticky trails and globs of man cum stained my body and the sheets I lay on. As my gaping hole convulsed harder, a massive deluge of gooey slime flooded from between my legs.
My pussy was sorer and bigger than it’s ever been; like I’d been fucked all night. Then, I remembered the beach bukkake gangbang and my late night solo bang; so, I chalked the soreness up to my fingers and a midsummer night's wet dream.
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