Episode 89 Doggers
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Introduction
This story is set in a holiday camp called Doggers on the North Cornish coast, run by a young couple Paul and Paula. It contains this series usual fantasy mixture of und*r-age and fam1ly sex, so please don't read is easily offended. The first guests to arrive are Naran and his Thai bride sureekorn, who we will meet later.
Broadband Cornwall
Laura phones from the Broadband office, intrigued by the name and its web-site.
Paul picks up the phone: "Hello, Doggers, how may I help you?"
"Hi it's Laura from Broadband Cornwall. I'm sitting here alone in this big office; the cool wind is blowing across my hard nipples, and I want to seduce you, sorry I mean convince you to take up our broadband offer. I see from your web-site you specialise in Dogging Holidays for fam1lies. I like the sound of that; I think we can really help you".
Paul: "Erm yes that's right. My, uh, wife and I have a number of beautifully appointed chalets, where couples or larger groups can act out their sexual fantasies. Each chalet is equipped with a huge bed, some have hammocks – you know the sort that holds a girl open for deep fucking. Couples are encouraged to swap and share. They can all watch each other over CCTV; we quietly record every session onto the web-site, so others can enjoy. So how can you help?"
Laura: "Wow. I love your setup. I'm just watching one of the videos in your teen's section. Some of those ch1ldren look rather young to be into dogging. I love those 3 blonde lesbians watching two boys playing in the shower".
"That's a restricted area of our site. It's meant for Members only. But now you've found it, take a look at number 4 – that's Paula, my uh wife eating out those 3 girls in turn. Then she lets me join in and take one up the arse, while she dildo-fucks a red-head who dropped in".
Laura: "Delicious – you make a lovely couple. But I'm not convinced you're married – you don't fool me. You look much more like br0ther and s1ster, perhaps even twins – same build, same height, same eyes, same colour hair. It's OK; I can keep your secret. I guess you two fuck like rabbits. Aren't you afraid of 6-fingered babies?"
Paula emerged from under the desk, flipping her br0ther's cock back into his shorts: "Hi Laura, Paula here. It's OK he had the snip ages ago. Just fires blanks", licking her lips "but he still tastes real good. We were wondering how to attract more teenagers. Stop them going to Ibiza for sex, but come to Cornwall and fuck their brains out and get a tan".
Laura: "We can talk about how the faster broadband will let you stream live porn; sorry I mean video, into each chalet. We can give you a server to keep all the naughty stuff secure. Some of your guests do look a little young, especially those 3 gorgeous blondes – hardly out of school I should guess. Can I come over? I'd like to introduce you to my niece – she's adorable – just eighteen, long blonde hair, blue eyes, tits to die for. She models intimate jewellery – you know the sort that lesbian porn stars wear in place of pubic hair. Hey, I'll email you over some photos, so we can discuss the designs".
A moment later the first picture appeared on Paul's computer screen. The photo only went from waist to thighs, centred on a stunning silver butterfly on a thong perched above a small tightly closed slit.
"My god, she is gorgeous" moaned Paul.
"So young" added Paula, appreciating the fine skin around the pussy, unblemished by puberty.
Laura: "Yes she did start early, modelling her Mum's designs. They are available in several colours, the next photo shows the black leather thong, which is very popular".
"Dear gods" moaned Paul "the beads on that thong coming out of the back are going right up her...".
He went slightly incoherent at this point, babbling something about needing to suck them clean.
"Her tight little slit sprouted a huge prominent clitoris when she hit puberty. It's the size of your thumb and always visible. I used to take her to dance classes, and she had this really tight white leotard. All you could see from the front were two stunning nipples and this fabulous hard clit. Absolutely stunning when she sat on the floor – perfect little arse and that clit to feast your eyes on. She just oozed sex appeal. She was insatiable – no boys could keep up with her sex drive and very few girls could satisfy her during school breaks. She always had at least one hand up her skirt – she could masturbate all day and still need fucking before tea. Anyway she started designing her own cuntal jewellery to emphasise her clit. You can see in the next photo how it holds her lips open and frames her best feature".
Paul had already skipped onto the next photo – a beautiful silver and blue finger emerging from Steff's pussy pushing her clit forward: "Wait a minute. There's no thong. What's holding it there"?
"Silly boy" added his twin Paula "it's self-supporting. See that blue end between her lips, I bet that goes right up her cunt and keeps it in place".
"Dead right" replied Laura "look at the next photo. It's right out of Steff's body. You can see the long curving tail – it's made of Teflon so it slips in real easy. The curve means it bumps against a girl's g-spot when you walk. It's her most popular model; she sells to some very sophisticated clients up in London".
Paul, somewhat confused (we have to make allowances – his s1ster has only just stopped sucking him): "But I thought you said your niece was blonde. The girl in this last photo has dark brown pubes, and it looks like a selfie, not the beautifully lit photos of her pussy".
"Full marks to that man. I didn't actually mean to send you that one. Yes it's a selfie taken a few moments ago. I love that butterfly – can you make out the tubes at the front of her head.."
"Proboscis!" injected Paula, who knew about these things.
"Yes that's it, thank you honey, the Proboscis lapping up my juices, and the long tail holding her in".
"Come down immediately" demanded Paula "I can't wait to my teeth into that niece of yours, and I'm sure Paul can discuss business over a glass of wine. You can stay for the weekend if you like"
"Sorry luv, it will have to be tomorrow, Steff is up in London doing a personal fitting for someone famous. She's showing her latest designs at a very private club, she's certain to get an invite to stay the night. She never needs book a hotel room, just packs a toothbrush and a change of deodorant – she doesn't bother with underwear – it never stays on long enough".
Later the following Morning
"Will someone answer that fuckin' phone!"
Laura opened one eye: "Where am I?" She looked down at her naked body, her breasts gleaming in the noonday sun streaming through the chalet window. Both hands automatically moved to cover her nakedness from the young man and young woman lying beside her: "Who are you two? Where am I? Where are my clothes?"
"Calm down, luv, nobody has rap*d you. I'm Paul and this is my, uh, wife Paula. You remember. You came over yesterday to sell us broadband, and we had a bit to drink, so you stayed the night".
Laura: "Oh my head; what on earth were we drinking? Oh wait a minute, I remember" she said, brushing Paula's hand away from her left breast. "I loved that Mead Fizz, and then we ran out of lemonade, so we had to drink it neat, because he was too p*ssed to get another bottle. I think Mead tastes like pure sex; not surprising it's called the Honeymoon Drink, especially when you dribbled it over your cunt and f0rced me to lick it up".
The phone rang again. "Oh fuck, where is it?"
Paul dragged Laura's phone from the pile of discarded clothing and answered the incoming video call: "Hi babe, you're through to the best orgy in town. How can I help?" He waived the phone over his now-rampant cock, his s1ster's cunt and then up to Laura's face and breasts.
"Laura" cried Steff over the phone "what are you doing? Who are those people? And why are you butt-naked"?
Laura took the phone from Paul and tried to calm her niece down: "It's OK babe, they're potential new broadband clients, just getting to know them better in the chalet. They adore your cuntal butterfly design. I think Paula's still wearing mine, bitch. Anyway how's your day, or should I say night, been? Tell all. We want all the juicy facts".
Steff: "Can't talk for long; the trains about to pull out, and the nice lady opposite keeps giving me the evil-eye. Anyway the club was fabulous – it's called Esc0rts – spelt 'E', 's', 'c', 'zero', 'r', 't', 's', so that it doesn't get messed up in xhamster. It was 'Ladies Night' – stuffed full of gorgeous women, deeply tanned, nearly naked, and gyrating around the dance floor or propped up against the bar. There was a bunch of male strippers – really hot – the women turned into real sluts. The owner – a huge black man called Kurt – showed me around – a perfect gentleman – got down on his knees to eat me out – wow what a tongue! He ordered red butterflies for all the pole-dancers, and blue for the lap-dancers – wow they are gorgeous. I never imagined you could lap-dance a woman in stay-up stockings, but they looked fabulous – hands everywhere – cunt juice spilling down their thighs – climaxing and drinking and fucking".
Laura: "Come back soonest love. Love you..." and the line dropped.
Naran and sureekorn
Naran loved to watch his young Thai bride sureekorn being fucked by other men, and once by a girlfriend.
When they moved to their new house, they often spotted the neighbours playing naked or making love in the back garden. The couple were mid thirties, both very fit and fantastically open sexually. Soon they were joining in the sex games in and around the Jacuzzi: the husband deep inside a naked sureekorn, making her legs tremble. The wife sucking Naran, whilst playing with sureekorn’s gorgeous breasts.
Still holding onto her long dark hair, the husband pulled out of sureekorn's backside, leaving a slick of anal lubricant mixed with sperm floating on the water: "Sorry mate just came in her arse. Hope you're OK with that. Bitch said her cunt was still sore from the pounding you gave her after breakfast. Lovely arse, she has, really tight; grips your cock like a hand".
"No problem" replied Naran, keeping a firm grip on the wife's head, thrusting his cock down her throat: "This bitch sucks like a vacuum cleaner. Keep going, babe; there's another load for you right here to swallow down".
Then sureekorn turned on the wife: "Come here bitch", grabbing a handful of cunt, "I'm going to make you cream", and proceeded to finger-fuck her new best friend, while the two husbands sat back to watch. Naran found he was as happy watching the two naturally bi-sexual women as fucking them.
One day Naran came home early to find sureekorn on her knees in the kitchen, eating the pussy of the neighbours’ teenage daughter. A little over weight, perhaps, but topless, eyes closed and panting hard she looked a dream. She must have heard his belt buckle hit the floor. She freaked, yanking up her jeans and bolting out the front door – barefoot and still topless – trying to hold a hand over those generous tits.
Trousers dropped to the floor, Naran fed his cock down his wife's throat, lubricated by teenage pussy juice. Then they made mad violent love on the kitchen table, the lounge sofa and finally fell into bed in each other's arms, exhausted. Best sex of the week. Later he found the teen's pale blue bra stuffed down the back of his favourite chair – they kept it as a souvenir of sureekorn's passionate introduction to young female flesh. Naran only had to wrap it around his flaccid cock and sureekorn would suck it to full hardness and then bang herself down on it.
Doggers
Naran and sureekorn were the first paying customers at Doggers; Paul showed them to their chalet and explained the facilities.
Naran sat sprawled out, naked on the leather sofa in the chalet lounge; cock in one hand, camera remote control in the other. Next door in the bedroom, sureekorn lay face down on the huge circular bed, oiled sexy buttocks just covered by see-through white French-cut panties, waiting. Paul had trimmed her dark, lush pubes into a tiny triangle perched on her pubic bone, oiled and dressed her and had one sneaky poke between the buttocks, just to check. Naran played with the camera remote, selecting one of the four cameras trained on the bed; zooming into the tiniest gap just visible between the top of her thighs. Sureekorn wriggled two fingers into her hot snatch, hoping her natural lubrication wasn't too much and staining the white panties.
Paul had been standing out of shot, and now entered cock-first into sureekorn's hands. Naran watched as she took a firm grip in both hands and fed it into her eager mouth. The head was hard and dripping with her spittle when it emerged 30 seconds later; then immediately rammed back home. Her tiny hands were now too slippery to do more than massage his balls, as the cock hit the back of her throat making her gag.
"Turn over baby; I need to see your tits".
Sureekorn sat up abruptly, not realising that she was being watched: "Where are you lover, show me your cock".
Naran fiddled with the remote until the red light lit on sofa-cam, and a foot-high image of his cock in hand appeared on all the monitors in the bedroom.
"Nice" purred Paula, who had just arrived to help Paul, her br0ther, fuck this lovely couple. Paula lost no time in climbing up on the bed, smothering sureekorn's breasts in kisses, finally keeping a firm grip on one nipple while sliding a hand down the front of the white panties: "Nice pubes; I see my lover has been handy with the razor. Hey wanker, would you like to see?"
Paula pulled down the white panties; keeping a knee between sureekorn's thighs, then pointed a dildo-shaped camera at pussy. A huge close-up view of succulent dark cuntal lips appeared on the monitors; Naran could clearly see the juices bubbling up from the depths, as Paula pushed the dildo-cam deeper in. The outer lips showed up dark and wet and crinkly, giving way to pinker, softer flesh as the dildo illuminated the sopping depths. Naran was delighted; even sureekorn's attempts with a mirror when she was little had never shown her own cunt in such fabulous detail.
Paula continued to probe her hidden depths, pulling back until the camera was completely out and sliding it back in, fucking sureekorn with it.
Paul had finished with her mouth and wanted some pussy. He pulled out the dildo-cam, replacing it by 9" of hard cock. Paul fucked sureekorn long and hard. Paula lowered her cunt onto sureekorn's face to muffle the screams of delight. Paul leant over and jammed the dildo-camera into his s1ster's unprotected arse. Naran was torn between watching his wife's tender pussy being fucked raw or the vision of Paula's intestines. He came in bucket loads, long before Paul pulled out, spraying his wife's pretty Asian arse in long ropes of sticky, white spunk.
Naran joins in
Naran must have closed his eyes; next thing Paula was standing over him, wearing just a black strap-on, tutting and cleaning up the pool of spunk on his thighs and the sofa with a warm moist flannel: "Come on you, your wife needs some more sex". She dragged him by the cock into the bedroom, throwing away the sticky remote control.
The bedroom was in darkness, all the monitors off, nothing to sense, but the incredible scent of hot pussy. Strong hands grabbed him from behind, pulling a padded blindfold over his eyes and ears and clipping on a pair of handcuffs behind his back. His lasting image was of sureekorn, stretched out on the bed, wearing just a tight red latex mini-skirt, pushed out at the front by a black rubber dildo. Paula didn't release her grip on his cock, but guided him up onto his knees on the bed, head down, vulnerable arse high in the air. Several hands rubbed oil into his thighs, buttocks and finally balls.
One finger ran around his butt-hole, teasing his virgin arse, then slipped in; sending a shudder right down through his erection. Thighs pressed into his bare arse, followed by Paul's long hard cock. Naran wasn't sure and no longer cared whether it was real or rubber. The pain was intense, but bearable, especially when Paula crawled underneath and m1lked his cock into her soft mouth. More hands lifted his shoulders, pulling his head up off the bed, allowing the cock further into his guts. Now he could smell pussy up close – it was sureekorn's heavenly cuntal aroma – no mistaking that oriental, tangy, mouth-watering scent. Naran opened his mouth wide hoping to feel long, soft cuntal lips, but instead his mouth filled with rubber cock. His loving wife was fucking his face aggressively, while two strangers were reaming his arse and crushing his balls. He came and came and came, collapsing on top of Paula.
Someone removed the handcuffs, so he could rip off the blindfold to see they were being watched on the monitors by all the new guest arrivals in reception. Several couples their age, some older, one group of 4 tarts dressed as schoolgirls.
Paul slipped on a pair of shorts and led Paula out: "Just need to get our new guests settled in. Supper is at 8 in the Main Hall, so you can get to know everyone and pick your partners for the next private session. Or there's the regular Group Orgy at 9, if you prefer that".
Sureekorn had already settled on a beautiful young Indian couple: he muscled and dominant, she already unwrapping her bright blue sari, displaying dark brown nipples on high breasts held in a lacy white bra: "They are all mine; and no, before you ask, you cannot watch".
Two of the families waiting patiently in reception to check-in had brought young ch1ldren with them. Dad was holding a little girl, in a bright yellow sun-dress, balanced on his hip – her arms around his neck. She seemed to be 'riding' him – rubbing her crotch up and down his hip bone. He supported her weight on one large hand under her bottom that caused her dress to ride up, exposing a lot of bare thigh and just the hint of white panties.
Naran wasn't sure what he felt about consensual sex with ch1ldren; but that little girl did look rather tasty...
Then he spotted two teenage girls, one jet-black, with tight corn-rowed hair, one white, with long blonde hair. They had dressed identically in bright red shorts and white crop tops – leaving acres of bare midriff exposed. They were pressed together – breasts and hips touching, a hand in each other's back pocket, openly kissing. Ellie and Kit waved.
Naran found himself saying "Those Lesbian beauties are mine...". sureekorn trying to pull a tight skirt over the black strap-on just laughed "You'll have to catch them first.."
This story is set in a holiday camp called Doggers on the North Cornish coast, run by a young couple Paul and Paula. It contains this series usual fantasy mixture of und*r-age and fam1ly sex, so please don't read is easily offended. The first guests to arrive are Naran and his Thai bride sureekorn, who we will meet later.
Broadband Cornwall
Laura phones from the Broadband office, intrigued by the name and its web-site.
Paul picks up the phone: "Hello, Doggers, how may I help you?"
"Hi it's Laura from Broadband Cornwall. I'm sitting here alone in this big office; the cool wind is blowing across my hard nipples, and I want to seduce you, sorry I mean convince you to take up our broadband offer. I see from your web-site you specialise in Dogging Holidays for fam1lies. I like the sound of that; I think we can really help you".
Paul: "Erm yes that's right. My, uh, wife and I have a number of beautifully appointed chalets, where couples or larger groups can act out their sexual fantasies. Each chalet is equipped with a huge bed, some have hammocks – you know the sort that holds a girl open for deep fucking. Couples are encouraged to swap and share. They can all watch each other over CCTV; we quietly record every session onto the web-site, so others can enjoy. So how can you help?"
Laura: "Wow. I love your setup. I'm just watching one of the videos in your teen's section. Some of those ch1ldren look rather young to be into dogging. I love those 3 blonde lesbians watching two boys playing in the shower".
"That's a restricted area of our site. It's meant for Members only. But now you've found it, take a look at number 4 – that's Paula, my uh wife eating out those 3 girls in turn. Then she lets me join in and take one up the arse, while she dildo-fucks a red-head who dropped in".
Laura: "Delicious – you make a lovely couple. But I'm not convinced you're married – you don't fool me. You look much more like br0ther and s1ster, perhaps even twins – same build, same height, same eyes, same colour hair. It's OK; I can keep your secret. I guess you two fuck like rabbits. Aren't you afraid of 6-fingered babies?"
Paula emerged from under the desk, flipping her br0ther's cock back into his shorts: "Hi Laura, Paula here. It's OK he had the snip ages ago. Just fires blanks", licking her lips "but he still tastes real good. We were wondering how to attract more teenagers. Stop them going to Ibiza for sex, but come to Cornwall and fuck their brains out and get a tan".
Laura: "We can talk about how the faster broadband will let you stream live porn; sorry I mean video, into each chalet. We can give you a server to keep all the naughty stuff secure. Some of your guests do look a little young, especially those 3 gorgeous blondes – hardly out of school I should guess. Can I come over? I'd like to introduce you to my niece – she's adorable – just eighteen, long blonde hair, blue eyes, tits to die for. She models intimate jewellery – you know the sort that lesbian porn stars wear in place of pubic hair. Hey, I'll email you over some photos, so we can discuss the designs".
A moment later the first picture appeared on Paul's computer screen. The photo only went from waist to thighs, centred on a stunning silver butterfly on a thong perched above a small tightly closed slit.
"My god, she is gorgeous" moaned Paul.
"So young" added Paula, appreciating the fine skin around the pussy, unblemished by puberty.
Laura: "Yes she did start early, modelling her Mum's designs. They are available in several colours, the next photo shows the black leather thong, which is very popular".
"Dear gods" moaned Paul "the beads on that thong coming out of the back are going right up her...".
He went slightly incoherent at this point, babbling something about needing to suck them clean.
"Her tight little slit sprouted a huge prominent clitoris when she hit puberty. It's the size of your thumb and always visible. I used to take her to dance classes, and she had this really tight white leotard. All you could see from the front were two stunning nipples and this fabulous hard clit. Absolutely stunning when she sat on the floor – perfect little arse and that clit to feast your eyes on. She just oozed sex appeal. She was insatiable – no boys could keep up with her sex drive and very few girls could satisfy her during school breaks. She always had at least one hand up her skirt – she could masturbate all day and still need fucking before tea. Anyway she started designing her own cuntal jewellery to emphasise her clit. You can see in the next photo how it holds her lips open and frames her best feature".
Paul had already skipped onto the next photo – a beautiful silver and blue finger emerging from Steff's pussy pushing her clit forward: "Wait a minute. There's no thong. What's holding it there"?
"Silly boy" added his twin Paula "it's self-supporting. See that blue end between her lips, I bet that goes right up her cunt and keeps it in place".
"Dead right" replied Laura "look at the next photo. It's right out of Steff's body. You can see the long curving tail – it's made of Teflon so it slips in real easy. The curve means it bumps against a girl's g-spot when you walk. It's her most popular model; she sells to some very sophisticated clients up in London".
Paul, somewhat confused (we have to make allowances – his s1ster has only just stopped sucking him): "But I thought you said your niece was blonde. The girl in this last photo has dark brown pubes, and it looks like a selfie, not the beautifully lit photos of her pussy".
"Full marks to that man. I didn't actually mean to send you that one. Yes it's a selfie taken a few moments ago. I love that butterfly – can you make out the tubes at the front of her head.."
"Proboscis!" injected Paula, who knew about these things.
"Yes that's it, thank you honey, the Proboscis lapping up my juices, and the long tail holding her in".
"Come down immediately" demanded Paula "I can't wait to my teeth into that niece of yours, and I'm sure Paul can discuss business over a glass of wine. You can stay for the weekend if you like"
"Sorry luv, it will have to be tomorrow, Steff is up in London doing a personal fitting for someone famous. She's showing her latest designs at a very private club, she's certain to get an invite to stay the night. She never needs book a hotel room, just packs a toothbrush and a change of deodorant – she doesn't bother with underwear – it never stays on long enough".
Later the following Morning
"Will someone answer that fuckin' phone!"
Laura opened one eye: "Where am I?" She looked down at her naked body, her breasts gleaming in the noonday sun streaming through the chalet window. Both hands automatically moved to cover her nakedness from the young man and young woman lying beside her: "Who are you two? Where am I? Where are my clothes?"
"Calm down, luv, nobody has rap*d you. I'm Paul and this is my, uh, wife Paula. You remember. You came over yesterday to sell us broadband, and we had a bit to drink, so you stayed the night".
Laura: "Oh my head; what on earth were we drinking? Oh wait a minute, I remember" she said, brushing Paula's hand away from her left breast. "I loved that Mead Fizz, and then we ran out of lemonade, so we had to drink it neat, because he was too p*ssed to get another bottle. I think Mead tastes like pure sex; not surprising it's called the Honeymoon Drink, especially when you dribbled it over your cunt and f0rced me to lick it up".
The phone rang again. "Oh fuck, where is it?"
Paul dragged Laura's phone from the pile of discarded clothing and answered the incoming video call: "Hi babe, you're through to the best orgy in town. How can I help?" He waived the phone over his now-rampant cock, his s1ster's cunt and then up to Laura's face and breasts.
"Laura" cried Steff over the phone "what are you doing? Who are those people? And why are you butt-naked"?
Laura took the phone from Paul and tried to calm her niece down: "It's OK babe, they're potential new broadband clients, just getting to know them better in the chalet. They adore your cuntal butterfly design. I think Paula's still wearing mine, bitch. Anyway how's your day, or should I say night, been? Tell all. We want all the juicy facts".
Steff: "Can't talk for long; the trains about to pull out, and the nice lady opposite keeps giving me the evil-eye. Anyway the club was fabulous – it's called Esc0rts – spelt 'E', 's', 'c', 'zero', 'r', 't', 's', so that it doesn't get messed up in xhamster. It was 'Ladies Night' – stuffed full of gorgeous women, deeply tanned, nearly naked, and gyrating around the dance floor or propped up against the bar. There was a bunch of male strippers – really hot – the women turned into real sluts. The owner – a huge black man called Kurt – showed me around – a perfect gentleman – got down on his knees to eat me out – wow what a tongue! He ordered red butterflies for all the pole-dancers, and blue for the lap-dancers – wow they are gorgeous. I never imagined you could lap-dance a woman in stay-up stockings, but they looked fabulous – hands everywhere – cunt juice spilling down their thighs – climaxing and drinking and fucking".
Laura: "Come back soonest love. Love you..." and the line dropped.
Naran and sureekorn
Naran loved to watch his young Thai bride sureekorn being fucked by other men, and once by a girlfriend.
When they moved to their new house, they often spotted the neighbours playing naked or making love in the back garden. The couple were mid thirties, both very fit and fantastically open sexually. Soon they were joining in the sex games in and around the Jacuzzi: the husband deep inside a naked sureekorn, making her legs tremble. The wife sucking Naran, whilst playing with sureekorn’s gorgeous breasts.
Still holding onto her long dark hair, the husband pulled out of sureekorn's backside, leaving a slick of anal lubricant mixed with sperm floating on the water: "Sorry mate just came in her arse. Hope you're OK with that. Bitch said her cunt was still sore from the pounding you gave her after breakfast. Lovely arse, she has, really tight; grips your cock like a hand".
"No problem" replied Naran, keeping a firm grip on the wife's head, thrusting his cock down her throat: "This bitch sucks like a vacuum cleaner. Keep going, babe; there's another load for you right here to swallow down".
Then sureekorn turned on the wife: "Come here bitch", grabbing a handful of cunt, "I'm going to make you cream", and proceeded to finger-fuck her new best friend, while the two husbands sat back to watch. Naran found he was as happy watching the two naturally bi-sexual women as fucking them.
One day Naran came home early to find sureekorn on her knees in the kitchen, eating the pussy of the neighbours’ teenage daughter. A little over weight, perhaps, but topless, eyes closed and panting hard she looked a dream. She must have heard his belt buckle hit the floor. She freaked, yanking up her jeans and bolting out the front door – barefoot and still topless – trying to hold a hand over those generous tits.
Trousers dropped to the floor, Naran fed his cock down his wife's throat, lubricated by teenage pussy juice. Then they made mad violent love on the kitchen table, the lounge sofa and finally fell into bed in each other's arms, exhausted. Best sex of the week. Later he found the teen's pale blue bra stuffed down the back of his favourite chair – they kept it as a souvenir of sureekorn's passionate introduction to young female flesh. Naran only had to wrap it around his flaccid cock and sureekorn would suck it to full hardness and then bang herself down on it.
Doggers
Naran and sureekorn were the first paying customers at Doggers; Paul showed them to their chalet and explained the facilities.
Naran sat sprawled out, naked on the leather sofa in the chalet lounge; cock in one hand, camera remote control in the other. Next door in the bedroom, sureekorn lay face down on the huge circular bed, oiled sexy buttocks just covered by see-through white French-cut panties, waiting. Paul had trimmed her dark, lush pubes into a tiny triangle perched on her pubic bone, oiled and dressed her and had one sneaky poke between the buttocks, just to check. Naran played with the camera remote, selecting one of the four cameras trained on the bed; zooming into the tiniest gap just visible between the top of her thighs. Sureekorn wriggled two fingers into her hot snatch, hoping her natural lubrication wasn't too much and staining the white panties.
Paul had been standing out of shot, and now entered cock-first into sureekorn's hands. Naran watched as she took a firm grip in both hands and fed it into her eager mouth. The head was hard and dripping with her spittle when it emerged 30 seconds later; then immediately rammed back home. Her tiny hands were now too slippery to do more than massage his balls, as the cock hit the back of her throat making her gag.
"Turn over baby; I need to see your tits".
Sureekorn sat up abruptly, not realising that she was being watched: "Where are you lover, show me your cock".
Naran fiddled with the remote until the red light lit on sofa-cam, and a foot-high image of his cock in hand appeared on all the monitors in the bedroom.
"Nice" purred Paula, who had just arrived to help Paul, her br0ther, fuck this lovely couple. Paula lost no time in climbing up on the bed, smothering sureekorn's breasts in kisses, finally keeping a firm grip on one nipple while sliding a hand down the front of the white panties: "Nice pubes; I see my lover has been handy with the razor. Hey wanker, would you like to see?"
Paula pulled down the white panties; keeping a knee between sureekorn's thighs, then pointed a dildo-shaped camera at pussy. A huge close-up view of succulent dark cuntal lips appeared on the monitors; Naran could clearly see the juices bubbling up from the depths, as Paula pushed the dildo-cam deeper in. The outer lips showed up dark and wet and crinkly, giving way to pinker, softer flesh as the dildo illuminated the sopping depths. Naran was delighted; even sureekorn's attempts with a mirror when she was little had never shown her own cunt in such fabulous detail.
Paula continued to probe her hidden depths, pulling back until the camera was completely out and sliding it back in, fucking sureekorn with it.
Paul had finished with her mouth and wanted some pussy. He pulled out the dildo-cam, replacing it by 9" of hard cock. Paul fucked sureekorn long and hard. Paula lowered her cunt onto sureekorn's face to muffle the screams of delight. Paul leant over and jammed the dildo-camera into his s1ster's unprotected arse. Naran was torn between watching his wife's tender pussy being fucked raw or the vision of Paula's intestines. He came in bucket loads, long before Paul pulled out, spraying his wife's pretty Asian arse in long ropes of sticky, white spunk.
Naran joins in
Naran must have closed his eyes; next thing Paula was standing over him, wearing just a black strap-on, tutting and cleaning up the pool of spunk on his thighs and the sofa with a warm moist flannel: "Come on you, your wife needs some more sex". She dragged him by the cock into the bedroom, throwing away the sticky remote control.
The bedroom was in darkness, all the monitors off, nothing to sense, but the incredible scent of hot pussy. Strong hands grabbed him from behind, pulling a padded blindfold over his eyes and ears and clipping on a pair of handcuffs behind his back. His lasting image was of sureekorn, stretched out on the bed, wearing just a tight red latex mini-skirt, pushed out at the front by a black rubber dildo. Paula didn't release her grip on his cock, but guided him up onto his knees on the bed, head down, vulnerable arse high in the air. Several hands rubbed oil into his thighs, buttocks and finally balls.
One finger ran around his butt-hole, teasing his virgin arse, then slipped in; sending a shudder right down through his erection. Thighs pressed into his bare arse, followed by Paul's long hard cock. Naran wasn't sure and no longer cared whether it was real or rubber. The pain was intense, but bearable, especially when Paula crawled underneath and m1lked his cock into her soft mouth. More hands lifted his shoulders, pulling his head up off the bed, allowing the cock further into his guts. Now he could smell pussy up close – it was sureekorn's heavenly cuntal aroma – no mistaking that oriental, tangy, mouth-watering scent. Naran opened his mouth wide hoping to feel long, soft cuntal lips, but instead his mouth filled with rubber cock. His loving wife was fucking his face aggressively, while two strangers were reaming his arse and crushing his balls. He came and came and came, collapsing on top of Paula.
Someone removed the handcuffs, so he could rip off the blindfold to see they were being watched on the monitors by all the new guest arrivals in reception. Several couples their age, some older, one group of 4 tarts dressed as schoolgirls.
Paul slipped on a pair of shorts and led Paula out: "Just need to get our new guests settled in. Supper is at 8 in the Main Hall, so you can get to know everyone and pick your partners for the next private session. Or there's the regular Group Orgy at 9, if you prefer that".
Sureekorn had already settled on a beautiful young Indian couple: he muscled and dominant, she already unwrapping her bright blue sari, displaying dark brown nipples on high breasts held in a lacy white bra: "They are all mine; and no, before you ask, you cannot watch".
Two of the families waiting patiently in reception to check-in had brought young ch1ldren with them. Dad was holding a little girl, in a bright yellow sun-dress, balanced on his hip – her arms around his neck. She seemed to be 'riding' him – rubbing her crotch up and down his hip bone. He supported her weight on one large hand under her bottom that caused her dress to ride up, exposing a lot of bare thigh and just the hint of white panties.
Naran wasn't sure what he felt about consensual sex with ch1ldren; but that little girl did look rather tasty...
Then he spotted two teenage girls, one jet-black, with tight corn-rowed hair, one white, with long blonde hair. They had dressed identically in bright red shorts and white crop tops – leaving acres of bare midriff exposed. They were pressed together – breasts and hips touching, a hand in each other's back pocket, openly kissing. Ellie and Kit waved.
Naran found himself saying "Those Lesbian beauties are mine...". sureekorn trying to pull a tight skirt over the black strap-on just laughed "You'll have to catch them first.."
Miracle
- 04.05.2022
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