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Just last week I went on a business trip to the West
Coast. Over the weekend I decided to travel over to
the beaches for a little R & R by myself. The hotels
along the beach were lovely but didn't have much
nightlife.
I traveled up the coast to search for a secluded cove
where I could sunbathe nude and hoped to find other
free spirits along the way. I did locate the perfect
beach and did lie in the buff, but I had no company.
Rubbing suntan lotion all over me was a turn-on, and I
was careful to get lots of oil on my penis so it
wouldn't get burned!
That night I was hoping to find someone to stay with
me, but the place was filled with vacationing couples.
No singles were to be found. But on my way down to
have dinner, I met a really cute gal in the elevator.
She was very slim, long lagged, with long straight
blond hair. She also wore a wedding ring.
I said hello and complimented her on her nice southern
accent. She got out on her floor and walked away. When
I got to the ground floor I realized that I had
forgotten something and went back to my room.
Afterward, on the way down, she again got on the
elevator. We laughed at the coincidence and discovered
we were both going to the restaurant. I lagged behind
her and saw her join her husband at a table. I asked
the waiter to seat me next to them.
After eating I walked over, said hello to them, and
shook hands with her husband. I told them how nice it
was to hear a southern accent since I too was from the
South. I left right after that and returned to my
room. Since I didn't know them at all well, I had to
be careful, but I wanted to find out if they'd like to
have a threesome.
I've been involved in threesomes now for about four
years and I love them. There's something terrific
about seeing the pride and excitement in a man as he
shows his wife to another man, and I have yet to meet
a lady who didn't enjoy two dicks instead of one.
Then an idea hit me. I decided to call their room and
invite them to join me in the lounge for drinks later
that night. I would tell them that another couple
would be with me and that the other couple was
interested in swinging later on.
I worked up my nerve and phoned. The husband, John,
answered. I explained my invitation, and he quickly
replied, "Sounds good to me." I said, "Great. see you
at eleven," and hung up. I practically passed out. I
was so excited, I fell backward on the bed and lay
there in a daze. I was a little worried though,
because I knew I'd have to tell them later that the
"other couple" couldn't make it.
That was about eight o'clock, and the wait was awful.
I was so excited - plans kept racing through my head
about what we could do together. Finally, I decided on
an old standby: I went out and bought a deck of cards.
If they didn't have any special plan in mind, we could
always try strip poker. I got more and more excited as
I imagined what would take place later. I am an
easygoing guy, but I can take charge if I sense that a
couple wants direction or that one of the pair is
embarrassed to speak up in front of his or her mate.
And from these two I knew just what I wanted.
Jean had long blond hair, but I always check a woman's
eyebrows for hair color and texture, because very
often their shape tells something about the look of
the woman's pussy: Bushy eyebrows sometimes mean a
thick bush between the legs, thin brows sometimes mean
sparse cunt hair. And Jean's were delectably dark and
pencil-thin.
The appointed hour came, and I went downstairs. Sure
enough, John and Jean showed up. She looked terrific.
She wore a silky dress that showed off her long legs.
Her tiny breasts were concealed beneath a tight
leotard. I had changed briefs but was already getting
wet just looking at her. I told them that my other
friends couldn't make it, and they just smiled and
didn't look disappointed.
We listened to the music for a while and had a few
drinks, then I said, "It's time to go upstairs." They
put down their glasses right away and looked sober-
faced as they turned to follow me. The ride up the
elevator was quiet and Jean looked a little nervous.
In my room we sat around the small table and had
another drink. John finally spoke up to tell me that
when I had called and mentioned "swinging," he thought
it meant "dancing." But as he and Jean discussed my
invitation, it became clear they realized that it
probably was not just a dance they had been invited
to. I just smiled and let him talk. They had decided
to come and meet me to see what this was all about,
but obviously neither of them had ever swung.
They thought that if another couple was involved then
maybe they could just watch to see how they felt. But
that was no longer possible, so he and Jean weren't
sure what to do. I told them: "No problem. Do
whatever's comfortable for you." They looked a little
relieved.
I put on the radio, and we talked about our vacations.
I could tell they were feeling better, and that's when
I suggested we play cards. They were both avid card
players and agreed right away. After three hands I
suggested that the loser each round should remove some
clothing. Jean chuckled and John looked at her. She
smiled over at him, and we continued. After a few
hands, all kinds of little things came off - earrings,
socks, etc.
As each round went by, I could feel the tension in the
air increase: John and Jean were wondering what they
would do if they had to show their privates. Jean was
getting downright red-faced and her breathing became
more rapid. At that point I suggested we stop for a
minute and take a break. John was in trousers only and
Jean was in her tights - I don't think she had
anything else on.
I still had on my polo shirt and briefs. It was my
turn to deal and, as I handed out the cards, I
announced, "The loser, whoever it may be, will have to
masturbate for the rest of us." Jean's eyes grew as
big as saucers. John just stared at me and said okay.
Since the two men were in agreement, Jean seemed to
feel compelled to play along. I lost the hand and off
came my shirt. Then John lost. The next loser would be
our entertainment. I lost.
John looked relieved. I pushed back my chair and said,
"Good, I'll be glad to do this for you." I pulled the
table out of the way and moved to stand in front of
them. I hiked up the leg band of my briefs to show
more of my ass and drew the briefs tighter around my
penis and balls. My dick had been stiff as a board on
and off all night, and now it was at half-staff, thick
and rubbery, just relaxing for a while. Jean was
transfixed, staring at my fingers as I outlined my
prick and teased myself. John sank back in his chair
and looked on.
My penis was starting to uncoil as I relaxed and
really started to enjoy the scene. Each time I stroked
the underside of my dick, it extended another quarter-
inch. My briefs came up to just below my navel, and
the head of my cock was crawling closer and closer to
the top of the waistband. Jean leaned forward slightly
to see better. I took a step toward her as my cock
popped up out of the top of my briefs. I grabbed the
tip and lowered it slowly so she could see the whole
shaft. Under her breath I could hear her whisper, 'All
right." and I slipped the briefs all the way off.
I coated my dick with suntan oil and smoothed it into
the skin, making my unit glisten with moisture. But
before I went any further, John tore off his underwear
and started pumping his penis. I think he liked the
show and wanted to be part of it. We sat facing one
another in opposite chairs and pointed our cocks at
each other as we worked our fists up and down our
shafts. John didn't last more than ten strokes before
popping a load. I kept going and then told them that I
can go for fifteen minutes or more if they wanted.
John said, "Come on Jean, join in." But she still
hesitated and said, "This is a great scene. I think
I'll just enjoy watching and then we can go." John
pleaded, "Oh take off that leotard and relax, I'm
starting to get hard again." She shook her head. But
John wouldn't give up. He tried to take off her
shoulder straps but she pushed him away. Then they
wrestled playfully until he actually put her into an
arm-lock hold. He marched her up to me and said, "Take
her tits out." She laughed and almost cried, all at
the same time.
I wasn't sure what to do at that point, but my dick
sure loved it. It got tighter and harder than ever. I
stood, reached toward her breasts, and fondled them
through her leotard. She tried to struggle free from
her husband. but he held tight. I stretched one strap
down her arm and freed one corner of the leotard. As I
peeled the material down and got to her nipple, I told
her how good it was to finally look at her pink little
tits.
Since John was still holding her, I couldn't undo her
other one, so I took a pair of scissors and cut the
strap. The top rolled down to her waist while she
arched her back. I told her that I was now going to
look at her pussy. She struggled some more and then
said, "Let me go, John. I'm okay, I'll show him."
John let go and Jean sighed. I told her to step up on
the table in front of the mirror. When she did, I
reached up and stroked the nylon-covered mound between
her legs. Her pussy was right at eye level. I pulled
at the leotard and peeled it away. What a sight!
Just as I had imagined, the hair on her cunt was
sparse and her cleft was clearly visible. I asked her
to get down and have a seat. I sat across from her and
complimented her on having such a fine body. Then I
told her to spread her legs. She gave me a sober look
and separated her legs a little.
I said, "Wide open," and she really opened wide. I
walked over and guided the head of my penis to her
crack and slid it over her clit. Her body twitched. I
did it again and again, her head jerking forward and
letting out a little gasp each time my prick slipped
over her trigger.
I put my hands on her waist and stood her up and
embraced her as we kissed. She was practically panting
as I laid her on the bed and spread her legs for a
thorough tongue-lashing on her puss. I looked at John,
whose cock was straining at its limits again, and he
nodded his approval as I began long, slow licks from
her anus to the top of her cunt lips. We went on with
slow and deliberate lovemaking, stopping to recover
and relax just enough to keep us all hot without
boiling over.
I didn't allow myself to penetrate Jean for about an
hour and when I started to slide my shaft inside I
couldn't tell how tight her cunt really was: she was
so very, very juicy. She stopped me after about six
inches were in and reached down to check how much more
of me was still outside. She said, "I think it's okay
- go ahead," and I slid the rest in.
After I've worked my dick in and out of a pussy for a
while, my cock gets used to the friction and I can
last for a long time. In fact, it's sometimes hard to
come when I finally want to. I poked Jean for fifteen
minutes and, as the time went by, she and John were
amazed. Jean climbed off me, and I rolled over, With
my penis still pointing absolutely straight up to the
ceiling, a good eight inches long. She toweled me dry
and went down on me in an attempt to finish me off.
She had to nibble along the side of my dick to get at
all of it, then she took little bites on the head.
Nothing was working, so I suggested we just wait a
while and try again later. After a few minutes my
erection slumped, but boy, did my balls ache. Then
Jean had an idea. She got dressed, holding up her
leotard, and dashed out of the room saying she'd be
right back.
Sure enough, in about ten minutes she walked in with
another couple in tow. I had a towel across my lap,
but John was nude and stroking his dick as they came
in. Sue and Jim had been in the lounge when Jean
approached them. She told them that she had a great
deal for them upstairs in one of the hotel rooms and
filled them in on the elevator. Jim immediately
reached for Jean, and she couldn't get undressed fast
enough. Sue walked over to me and said over her
shoulder to Jean, "Is this the guy?" Jean nodded, and
Sue lifted the towel.
My cock was stirring again. Sue said, "Let's see if we
can't get this guy's come out of those nice balls."
Then she untied her scarf and took off her skirt. She
was certainly an eyeful of a woman: red hair cut very
short, about five foot eight, tall and skinny as can
be.
She made me sit on the floor, legs spread, then tied
my ankles to the desk legs. Sitting up, she secured my
arms behind me and said, "Now I don't want you to
touch that tiny little cock of yours." Then the tease
started. She moved a stool between my legs and sat on
it so I could look right up her legs to her crotch.
She gathered her panties so that the nylon folded up
inside her pussy lips, then moved her panties back and
forth in her cunt to stimulate herself. I could see
just about every detail of her twat, including the
reddish hair that surrounded her snatch. After she had
an orgasm, she pulled the panties aside and I saw her
fully parted pink lips up close as she rubbed her palm
across them.
She said, "I'm just gonna give you one chance with me,
so you better make it good." She pushed me backward to
the floor, straddled my midsection, and started a slow
descent on my prick. I was really turned on by the
serious, almost mean look on her face. My dick made
contact with her wet pussy, and she said, "Don't waste
your only chance."
With that she started forcing herself down on my
shaft. That night I discovered a new definition of
"tight." This lady's red-haired snatch was so small
that she squeezed the come right out of my rod. I was
popping and bucking in orgasm in no time. The relief
was unbelievable.
We've all traded addresses and plan to get together
again soon.
END
Coast. Over the weekend I decided to travel over to
the beaches for a little R & R by myself. The hotels
along the beach were lovely but didn't have much
nightlife.
I traveled up the coast to search for a secluded cove
where I could sunbathe nude and hoped to find other
free spirits along the way. I did locate the perfect
beach and did lie in the buff, but I had no company.
Rubbing suntan lotion all over me was a turn-on, and I
was careful to get lots of oil on my penis so it
wouldn't get burned!
That night I was hoping to find someone to stay with
me, but the place was filled with vacationing couples.
No singles were to be found. But on my way down to
have dinner, I met a really cute gal in the elevator.
She was very slim, long lagged, with long straight
blond hair. She also wore a wedding ring.
I said hello and complimented her on her nice southern
accent. She got out on her floor and walked away. When
I got to the ground floor I realized that I had
forgotten something and went back to my room.
Afterward, on the way down, she again got on the
elevator. We laughed at the coincidence and discovered
we were both going to the restaurant. I lagged behind
her and saw her join her husband at a table. I asked
the waiter to seat me next to them.
After eating I walked over, said hello to them, and
shook hands with her husband. I told them how nice it
was to hear a southern accent since I too was from the
South. I left right after that and returned to my
room. Since I didn't know them at all well, I had to
be careful, but I wanted to find out if they'd like to
have a threesome.
I've been involved in threesomes now for about four
years and I love them. There's something terrific
about seeing the pride and excitement in a man as he
shows his wife to another man, and I have yet to meet
a lady who didn't enjoy two dicks instead of one.
Then an idea hit me. I decided to call their room and
invite them to join me in the lounge for drinks later
that night. I would tell them that another couple
would be with me and that the other couple was
interested in swinging later on.
I worked up my nerve and phoned. The husband, John,
answered. I explained my invitation, and he quickly
replied, "Sounds good to me." I said, "Great. see you
at eleven," and hung up. I practically passed out. I
was so excited, I fell backward on the bed and lay
there in a daze. I was a little worried though,
because I knew I'd have to tell them later that the
"other couple" couldn't make it.
That was about eight o'clock, and the wait was awful.
I was so excited - plans kept racing through my head
about what we could do together. Finally, I decided on
an old standby: I went out and bought a deck of cards.
If they didn't have any special plan in mind, we could
always try strip poker. I got more and more excited as
I imagined what would take place later. I am an
easygoing guy, but I can take charge if I sense that a
couple wants direction or that one of the pair is
embarrassed to speak up in front of his or her mate.
And from these two I knew just what I wanted.
Jean had long blond hair, but I always check a woman's
eyebrows for hair color and texture, because very
often their shape tells something about the look of
the woman's pussy: Bushy eyebrows sometimes mean a
thick bush between the legs, thin brows sometimes mean
sparse cunt hair. And Jean's were delectably dark and
pencil-thin.
The appointed hour came, and I went downstairs. Sure
enough, John and Jean showed up. She looked terrific.
She wore a silky dress that showed off her long legs.
Her tiny breasts were concealed beneath a tight
leotard. I had changed briefs but was already getting
wet just looking at her. I told them that my other
friends couldn't make it, and they just smiled and
didn't look disappointed.
We listened to the music for a while and had a few
drinks, then I said, "It's time to go upstairs." They
put down their glasses right away and looked sober-
faced as they turned to follow me. The ride up the
elevator was quiet and Jean looked a little nervous.
In my room we sat around the small table and had
another drink. John finally spoke up to tell me that
when I had called and mentioned "swinging," he thought
it meant "dancing." But as he and Jean discussed my
invitation, it became clear they realized that it
probably was not just a dance they had been invited
to. I just smiled and let him talk. They had decided
to come and meet me to see what this was all about,
but obviously neither of them had ever swung.
They thought that if another couple was involved then
maybe they could just watch to see how they felt. But
that was no longer possible, so he and Jean weren't
sure what to do. I told them: "No problem. Do
whatever's comfortable for you." They looked a little
relieved.
I put on the radio, and we talked about our vacations.
I could tell they were feeling better, and that's when
I suggested we play cards. They were both avid card
players and agreed right away. After three hands I
suggested that the loser each round should remove some
clothing. Jean chuckled and John looked at her. She
smiled over at him, and we continued. After a few
hands, all kinds of little things came off - earrings,
socks, etc.
As each round went by, I could feel the tension in the
air increase: John and Jean were wondering what they
would do if they had to show their privates. Jean was
getting downright red-faced and her breathing became
more rapid. At that point I suggested we stop for a
minute and take a break. John was in trousers only and
Jean was in her tights - I don't think she had
anything else on.
I still had on my polo shirt and briefs. It was my
turn to deal and, as I handed out the cards, I
announced, "The loser, whoever it may be, will have to
masturbate for the rest of us." Jean's eyes grew as
big as saucers. John just stared at me and said okay.
Since the two men were in agreement, Jean seemed to
feel compelled to play along. I lost the hand and off
came my shirt. Then John lost. The next loser would be
our entertainment. I lost.
John looked relieved. I pushed back my chair and said,
"Good, I'll be glad to do this for you." I pulled the
table out of the way and moved to stand in front of
them. I hiked up the leg band of my briefs to show
more of my ass and drew the briefs tighter around my
penis and balls. My dick had been stiff as a board on
and off all night, and now it was at half-staff, thick
and rubbery, just relaxing for a while. Jean was
transfixed, staring at my fingers as I outlined my
prick and teased myself. John sank back in his chair
and looked on.
My penis was starting to uncoil as I relaxed and
really started to enjoy the scene. Each time I stroked
the underside of my dick, it extended another quarter-
inch. My briefs came up to just below my navel, and
the head of my cock was crawling closer and closer to
the top of the waistband. Jean leaned forward slightly
to see better. I took a step toward her as my cock
popped up out of the top of my briefs. I grabbed the
tip and lowered it slowly so she could see the whole
shaft. Under her breath I could hear her whisper, 'All
right." and I slipped the briefs all the way off.
I coated my dick with suntan oil and smoothed it into
the skin, making my unit glisten with moisture. But
before I went any further, John tore off his underwear
and started pumping his penis. I think he liked the
show and wanted to be part of it. We sat facing one
another in opposite chairs and pointed our cocks at
each other as we worked our fists up and down our
shafts. John didn't last more than ten strokes before
popping a load. I kept going and then told them that I
can go for fifteen minutes or more if they wanted.
John said, "Come on Jean, join in." But she still
hesitated and said, "This is a great scene. I think
I'll just enjoy watching and then we can go." John
pleaded, "Oh take off that leotard and relax, I'm
starting to get hard again." She shook her head. But
John wouldn't give up. He tried to take off her
shoulder straps but she pushed him away. Then they
wrestled playfully until he actually put her into an
arm-lock hold. He marched her up to me and said, "Take
her tits out." She laughed and almost cried, all at
the same time.
I wasn't sure what to do at that point, but my dick
sure loved it. It got tighter and harder than ever. I
stood, reached toward her breasts, and fondled them
through her leotard. She tried to struggle free from
her husband. but he held tight. I stretched one strap
down her arm and freed one corner of the leotard. As I
peeled the material down and got to her nipple, I told
her how good it was to finally look at her pink little
tits.
Since John was still holding her, I couldn't undo her
other one, so I took a pair of scissors and cut the
strap. The top rolled down to her waist while she
arched her back. I told her that I was now going to
look at her pussy. She struggled some more and then
said, "Let me go, John. I'm okay, I'll show him."
John let go and Jean sighed. I told her to step up on
the table in front of the mirror. When she did, I
reached up and stroked the nylon-covered mound between
her legs. Her pussy was right at eye level. I pulled
at the leotard and peeled it away. What a sight!
Just as I had imagined, the hair on her cunt was
sparse and her cleft was clearly visible. I asked her
to get down and have a seat. I sat across from her and
complimented her on having such a fine body. Then I
told her to spread her legs. She gave me a sober look
and separated her legs a little.
I said, "Wide open," and she really opened wide. I
walked over and guided the head of my penis to her
crack and slid it over her clit. Her body twitched. I
did it again and again, her head jerking forward and
letting out a little gasp each time my prick slipped
over her trigger.
I put my hands on her waist and stood her up and
embraced her as we kissed. She was practically panting
as I laid her on the bed and spread her legs for a
thorough tongue-lashing on her puss. I looked at John,
whose cock was straining at its limits again, and he
nodded his approval as I began long, slow licks from
her anus to the top of her cunt lips. We went on with
slow and deliberate lovemaking, stopping to recover
and relax just enough to keep us all hot without
boiling over.
I didn't allow myself to penetrate Jean for about an
hour and when I started to slide my shaft inside I
couldn't tell how tight her cunt really was: she was
so very, very juicy. She stopped me after about six
inches were in and reached down to check how much more
of me was still outside. She said, "I think it's okay
- go ahead," and I slid the rest in.
After I've worked my dick in and out of a pussy for a
while, my cock gets used to the friction and I can
last for a long time. In fact, it's sometimes hard to
come when I finally want to. I poked Jean for fifteen
minutes and, as the time went by, she and John were
amazed. Jean climbed off me, and I rolled over, With
my penis still pointing absolutely straight up to the
ceiling, a good eight inches long. She toweled me dry
and went down on me in an attempt to finish me off.
She had to nibble along the side of my dick to get at
all of it, then she took little bites on the head.
Nothing was working, so I suggested we just wait a
while and try again later. After a few minutes my
erection slumped, but boy, did my balls ache. Then
Jean had an idea. She got dressed, holding up her
leotard, and dashed out of the room saying she'd be
right back.
Sure enough, in about ten minutes she walked in with
another couple in tow. I had a towel across my lap,
but John was nude and stroking his dick as they came
in. Sue and Jim had been in the lounge when Jean
approached them. She told them that she had a great
deal for them upstairs in one of the hotel rooms and
filled them in on the elevator. Jim immediately
reached for Jean, and she couldn't get undressed fast
enough. Sue walked over to me and said over her
shoulder to Jean, "Is this the guy?" Jean nodded, and
Sue lifted the towel.
My cock was stirring again. Sue said, "Let's see if we
can't get this guy's come out of those nice balls."
Then she untied her scarf and took off her skirt. She
was certainly an eyeful of a woman: red hair cut very
short, about five foot eight, tall and skinny as can
be.
She made me sit on the floor, legs spread, then tied
my ankles to the desk legs. Sitting up, she secured my
arms behind me and said, "Now I don't want you to
touch that tiny little cock of yours." Then the tease
started. She moved a stool between my legs and sat on
it so I could look right up her legs to her crotch.
She gathered her panties so that the nylon folded up
inside her pussy lips, then moved her panties back and
forth in her cunt to stimulate herself. I could see
just about every detail of her twat, including the
reddish hair that surrounded her snatch. After she had
an orgasm, she pulled the panties aside and I saw her
fully parted pink lips up close as she rubbed her palm
across them.
She said, "I'm just gonna give you one chance with me,
so you better make it good." She pushed me backward to
the floor, straddled my midsection, and started a slow
descent on my prick. I was really turned on by the
serious, almost mean look on her face. My dick made
contact with her wet pussy, and she said, "Don't waste
your only chance."
With that she started forcing herself down on my
shaft. That night I discovered a new definition of
"tight." This lady's red-haired snatch was so small
that she squeezed the come right out of my rod. I was
popping and bucking in orgasm in no time. The relief
was unbelievable.
We've all traded addresses and plan to get together
again soon.
END
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