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"Do you trust me?" Sandra murmured in my ear over the thumping music in the disco.

It was the third night of a seven day vacation, and it was our second trip to the clothing optional, all-inclusive Caribbean resort with a large group. The resort was unique in that it allowed, and even somewhat encouraged, open sexual activity between the guests. While many in the group were "lifestylers" (aka swingers) we were not. We enjoyed the group because we found the sexually charged atmosphere and the open minded and friendly people a lot of fun. We had a terrific time on our first trip; met a lot of friendly people, formed some new (non-swinger) friendships, and pushed our sexual boundaries. We spent most of the time there completely naked, participated in a few of the less wild activities, dressed up in sexy theme wear most nights, and even discretely had sex in public several times.

During our first trip we immersed ourselves in the erotic environment and saw plenty of public sex, but we both commented that the experience had been a bit tamer than we'd expected. For example, the roof-top Jacuzzi lounge, which opened at 3:00pm, was a place for open sexual activity, but we'd rarely saw such, except very late at night. Most happy hour afternoons at the hot tub were filled more with drinking and socializing than with public sex. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just a bit less wild than we thought it would be. We were prepared for more, and I think deep inside we were both a tad bit disappointed that we didn't see it. Nevertheless we had a great time and had scheduled our second trip to the resort with the same group even before we'd left last year.

The months leading up to last year's trip had been extremely busy. This year our schedules were less full.. Without saying so out loud, at least at first, we were both prepared to ramp up our experience. With more free time on our hands we used it to the fullest to get ready. We spent more time at the gym, watched our diets very carefully, and liberally used the tanning beds before our departure. Our attention to physical appearances extended beyond losing a few pounds and making sure that the tropical sun didn't burn us in uncomfortable places. Sandra normally "groomed" me on a regular basis, keeping my abundant body hair trimmed down to short, enjoyable length. She also waxed the pubic hair off my cock and balls, making sure that I have no "dental floss" to interfere with her oral ministrations. For several months before our trip, she groomed and waxed me even more frequently, making sure that I was completely hairless everywhere she wanted me to be. I loved the attention of every primping session and the end result of smooth, bare skin all over my cock, balls and even around my anus. With her extra attention, I didn't have a single strand of stray pubic hair, and she had trimmed the patch above my cock extra short to further increase any and every sensation that she might shower on me. Sandra often commented on her handiwork, "I like the way it makes your cock really stand out."

Immediately before we left, she spent even more time than usual using the electric trimmer, neatening up every square inch of my body, chest, back, stomach, even my butt, arms and legs. It felt great and I loved the whole idea of looking as close to perfect for her as I could.

The extra pre-trip efforts didn't stop there either. Our sex life went into high gear. We tried all kinds of new positions, made love multiple times per week ("Got to get into sex shape too," we joked) and pushed a few boundaries at home. We took advantage of an empty house without the k**s around as often as we could, and found all kinds of new uses for the kitchen table, the back porch, our hot tub, and the stairs as we made a point of having sex everywhere and every which way in the house that we could think of.

Far from exhausting us, each time we did something new, we got more energized and more determined to try another new thing, or push even farther. We delved deeper into Sandra's exhibitionist streak, and she went out to dinner several times without panties so I could take advantage of her secret nakedness to bring her to orgasm under cover of a restaurant table cloth. One clothes shopping trip even included a strip tease by her for me in the dressing room, which was followed by a passionate release for both of us in the car before we left the parking lot. We spent several evenings teaching each other what specific touches and techniques were the most stimulating and we finally figured out how to use the electrostim toy that we have. We even enjoyed watching each other masturbate. By the time we left for our vacation, we had deepened our physical and emotional connection to each other, and we fired up for an extra sexy trip.

When we got to the resort, we jumped right into the naked and sexy fun. Many of the friends we made from our last trip were there again, and there were also plenty of new folks that we got to know quickly. Maybe it was just us, and all the fun we had getting ready for the trip, but the atmosphere felt significantly more charged than the previous year. It was just as friendly and laughter- filled as before, but the open sexuality was much greater than before.

On our very first afternoon at the hot tub there were multiple couples using the loungers for some pretty wild daylight sex. Excited by the edgy and erotic atmosphere and our pre-trip preparations, we jumped in to the amped sexuality with both feet. The first night we had noisy, wild sex on a bed out under the stars in a corner of Jacuzzi lounge while other couples did the same, and a large crowd partied in the nearby over-sized hot tub. On other occasions I enjoyed feeling Sandra's hands around my cock, stroking me while we floated in the hot tub talking with our friends. She even covertly ducked her head a few times engulfing my cock for a mini blow-job mid conversation. I, in turn, returned her attention by secretly stroking her pussy as often as I could without interrupting whatever we were doing at the time, which was usually talking and laughing with other couples. Unlike the prior year, we somewhat more publically displayed our physical affection for each other, but kept our activities a bit hidden from view.

The new couples that we met and hung around with were also more openly sexual than those we met last year. Many of them were swingers to one degree or another. As candid as Sandra is about discussing our sexuality, the conversations often became quite explicit as she and whomever we were with talked about various blow-job techniques, favorite positions, the pluses and minuses of various toys, or what everyone liked best about his or her partner. In a place like that resort, such conversations were commonplace, and it was refreshing and stimulating to be so open and honest with relative strangers. All-in-all, the extra charged atmosphere this trip matched our own charge and we knew from the start that it was going to be a wilder week than we'd ever had. Little did I know how much.

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"Do you trust me?" Sandra murmured in my ear again.

The costume theme of the evening was white night. She was dressed in an extremely short skirt (I'm not even sure if it could be called a skirt outside of the resort since it didn't cover her butt) and a sheer see-through white top. Her luscious, tanned 34 DD's were easy to see through the nearly translucent fabric and brushed up against me as she leaned into me, seductively whispering in my ear over the music in the disco.

I had on white scrub pants and a sort-of matching button down short sleeved shirt fully open to the waist. What I didn't have on at Sandra's insistence, was any underwear. I felt her hand on my thigh through the thin cotton. Each time she stroked my thigh, going higher and higher toward my crotch, my cock jumped. The result wasn't a "bulge" in my pants. It was more like my hard cock was tightly outlined and obvious through the thin material. Sandra loved teasing me like that, and here at the resort because I knew how much she liked seeing me on display, I didn't mind having an obvious hardon. As she breathed in my ear and kept stroking me, my head swirled in pleasure in time with the throb of my growing cock. The loose pants very quickly began to feel tight.

"Do I trust you?" Sandra's question echoed through my mind. "Yes, yes. A thousand times, a million times yes,." I thought in silent response.

I flashed back to everything we've done together and the incredible bond that we have. It is founded on an absolute trust in each other. I will do anything she asks; absolutely anything, but her question was a combination of temptation, promise and threat.

"What are you up to?" I wondered.

"Of course," I smiled back and kissed her deeply, my hand caressing her nipple through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

"Good," was her simple, answer. "Good," she said again this time her voice was filled with sensual promise. "Let's make a pit stop, and I'll meet you at the door."

We headed for the co-ed bathroom and split up to enter our separate stalls. When I came out Sandra wasn't in sight, so I made my way to the front door of the disco to wait for her. In a minute I saw her approach with two oversized resort towels tucked under her arm. She took my hand and led us outside into the marginally cooler night air.

"We are we going?" I asked.

"Down to the beach," Sandra answered.

"I thought it was a no-no to use the beach beds at night," I said.

The beach was open to the general public and the resort rules disallowed any sexual activity there.

"As long as we're not too noisy or attract attention, I learned that we won't be bothered. Besides it's dark and nobody will even know we're there," she said.

"Dark? It's a full moon out tonight" I countered.

"We'll be behind the curtains in the shadows. It'll be fine. It'll be fun," she said squeezing my arm. "We're going to meet Sheri and Diane and a few others at the beach beds," she added.

In a moment we were almost at the sand.

"Really?" I said raising an eyebrow beginning to feel a bit unsure about this. It sounded an awful lot like we were headed for a swinger's orgy, which was definitely out of my comfort zone.

Sandra read my mind, as she so often does and allayed my worries, "No, I don't want to play with anybody else. You're all for me, and I'm just for you," she cooed. I could tell there was something she wasn't saying as she kicked off her sandals and jumped into the sand.

"But that doesn't mean that I don't want to show you off," Sandra said with a twinkle in her eye. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek then ran across the sand for the beach beds leaving me speechless.

"Show me off? I wonder exactly what that means," I thought as I walked across the sand toward the thatch-roofed beds. My heart was pounding, both from excitement and more than a little bit of anxiety. The beds she had disappeared into were on the front row, closest to the water. They were solid wooden structures consisting of a platform raised about 3-4 feet off the sand and large enough to hold about ten or twelve queen-sized mattresses side-by-side. The back "wall" of the structure was gauzy white linen and it was roofed by a combination of cloth and thatching. Each mattress could be separated from its neighbor by cloth curtains, but most of the time, they were pulled back to allow the breeze to blow freely across the whole area, and to facilitate socialization. At that time of night, despite the moon illuminating the beach, the inside of the beds was in deep shadow. I couldn't see in as I climbed up the step leading to where Sandra had disappeared.

I was greeted by soft chorus of "Hey there's" directed at me, and the clink of ice cubes rattling in glasses. Instantly I could tell that there were more people there than Sandra had described, and that they could easily see me. It almost felt as if they had been waiting for me. My heart rate jumped. I could also hear low moans and rhythmic creaking coming from all along the lengthy structure. Obviously there were multiple couples in there deep into carnal activities. Standing on the step at the edge of the structure, just outside of the bed where I was sure Sandra was, I was lit up compared to the murky interior. I felt like I was in a spot light for everyone inside to see. Just what she was hoping for I was sure, and not the end of whatever Sandra had planned.

As I began to step forward into the bed, her hand shot out from the darkness onto my hip, palm against me, stopping me. With her other hand, Sandra reached up, caressing my still hard cock through my scrub pants.

"Mmmm. I just love your hard cock," I heard her say, loud enough that I was sure anyone nearby could hear. She continued to rub me. holding me in place with her other hand, leaving me spot lit in the moonlight.

"But these simply will not do," she said next. And with a quick tug on the drawstring, Sandra loosened my pants and slid them down to my ankles. My cock bobbed free, standing out like a flag pole in front of me for everyone to see. I heard people moving in the gloom of the beds. Were they all staring at me, or was this a show just for the two of us? There was no way to tell.

"I really love your hard cock," I heard from her again, perhaps even a little bit louder this time. Sandra was rubbing my cock with both hands, running them up and down its full length, caressing my balls. I shivered with pleasure at her touch.

"I love the way it feels in my hands, and I love the way it feels in my mouth," I heard right before she slid her warm, wet lips over my rigid member.

The sensation was incredible. If I hadn't been holding on the wood frame of the beach bed, I would have lost my balance and fallen backwards into the sand. I moaned my pleasure, and I felt Sandra smile, her mouth still filled with my cock. She bobbed her head up and down on me a few more times, coating me with her warm saliva before saying, "Now get in here." She tugged me by my cock into the darkness and onto the bed.

I fell forward into the welcoming gloom and onto the mattress, which Sandra had covered with the beach towels from the disco. In a flash, she flipped me over me onto my back and tugged my pants off over my ankles. I could tell that she had taken off her sheer top. Her beautiful breasts swayed free, silhouetted in the dark against the moon-lit beach. I could feel the lust radiating off her like a****l heat, and sense the presence of multiple other people very close by, but I was so taken in by Sandra's sultriness that I didn't pay any attention to whether they were watching us or not. She straddled over me like she was claiming a prize.

"I'm going to tend to you and your cock and drive you crazy. Then you're going to lick me until I cum all over your face," Sandra announced, just a tad louder than necessary. She knows that I love it when she's aggressive during sex, and I could feel she was really going to turn it on tonight. It was so erotic; her lust and the audience that I knew was nearby.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard," I snarled back to her. I felt her smile at me in the darkness as her hands roamed down over my body reaching for my straining cock.

While her hands stroked and fondled me, her lips and teeth found my nipples, licking and biting me in the ways she knew I loved. I moaned letting her know how much I liked it. I've never been one to stay still during our passion, and tonight was no exception. I didn't hold back at all. I didn't care if anyone could see us or not. If they were watching, I wanted them to see how much pleasure she can give me. I arched my back, thrusting my chest against her mouth.

"Oh god," I moaned.

Sandra's lips trailed down my stomach while she licked and nipped at my skin. I flung my hands up over my head and spread my legs wide inviting, no begging, for her to take all of me in any way that she wanted.

"You are so hard," I heard her emote, her mouth was inches from the tip of my cock while she stroked my balls.

"I love being hard for you," I called back to her. I could feel pre cum beginning to drip out of me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, making me buck, and then began stroking me, using the pre-cum as a lubricant. Sandra's always given me the most incredible hand jobs that bring me to climax quickly. I had to stop her before she made me cum with that first touch.

"Not yet. Not yet," she murmured. "I have plans for you." She let go of my throbbing cock, but kept stroking my balls.

I next felt her tongue beginning to explore my bare scrotum. Little teasing licks at first that felt incredible on my hairless skin. Before long, the gentle licks gave way to broad, strong strokes from her tongue that ended with her sucking each of my balls into her mouth, massaging them and coating them with her slippery saliva. I knew that she wasn't going to leave my cock untended to for long; just enough to bring me back from the edge of an orgasm, and I was right. As I drifted down from my peak, I could feel her tongue sliding back up the length of my throbbing shaft. I had a death grip on the mattress with both hands and arched my back thrusting myself up to meet the stroke of her tongue. I was totally under her control, unable to stop myself from writhing in pleasure. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that this was exactly what Sandra wanted; to play me like a fine instrument and demonstrate to everyone watching what a virtuoso she was. I was her show and I was more than happy to play my part.

When Sandra slid my cock once more into her waiting mouth, it was all I could do not to cum right then. I gasped and held my breath as I felt the roof of her mouth slide over my cockhead as her tongue swirled around my shaft. She had one hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and the other cradled my balls as she bobbed her head and jacked me at the same time. Each downward movement of her head drew me deeper and deeper into her mouth. It felt as if she was swallowing me whole. With all my might, I willed myself with all my might not to cum, wanting to make the sensations last forever I spread my legs wider to give her as much access to me as possible; signaling her with my body for her to have her way with me.

"Mmmm," she growled hungrily. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I felt the faint vibration of her moan radiate up into me through my cock.

My heart pounded harder. With a last ounce of restraint I brushed the top of her head with my hand, urging her to stop before I came. She took our well rehearsed cue, and with a loud slurp she once more let my cock fall out of her mouth back against my belly with a loud slap, while a stream of saliva ran out of her mouth, and over my balls where she was still rubbing me.

"So smooth," she said pretending to talk to herself while continuing to rub me. I was panting loudly trying to recover from the orgasmic edge she had led me to. "So smooth everywhere," she said again this time pushing her finger down between my cheeks stroking my anus. "I'm definitely going to take advantage of the smoothness here later," she said wickedly.

I knew exactly what Sandra meant and my heart skipped a beat in renewed excitement knowing what she had in store for me. But I knew the act she was teasing me with was for us alone and not for this public display.

As my ragged breathing slowed and the blood pounding in my ear quieted a bit, she raked her fingernails up over my chest and announced emphatically, "My turn!"

I grabbed a handful of Sandra's flowing blonde hair and tugged her firmly up the bed and over onto her back.

"No, no. It's my turn," I said grinning. "It's my turn to feel your pussy in my mouth and taste your wonderful juices. I want to feel you dripping off my chin when you cum."

This was a performance and I was determined not to be outdone by my lovely mate. I wanted the audience to know how much I loved giving her pleasure, not just how much I liked receiving it. I reached down to run my fingers over her pussy, feeling the radiating heat, as I lowered my mouth to her firm breast. I drew her nipple into my mouth and stroked my hand firmly over her sodden, swollen labia. I was rewarded with Sandra's gasp and felt her body spasm in pleasure against me. I continued my attention to her nipple, alternately sucked and licking it, circling the areola and enjoying the feel of its growing harness against my tongue.

My hand did not remain idle. I explored first her outer labia with my fingers, stroking, rubbing and gently pulling on them as I felt her get even wetter. I carefully avoided stroking her clit, knowing that the more I stroked and teased her, the more she would squirm and thrust against me. I loved it when she got that way, writhing, on the edge, her lusty passion driving her farther and farther out of conscious control. I held my hand still, letting her thrust against me, I knew desperately trying to force my fingers into her waiting pussy. At last, I left her have what she was frantically seeking, and I slid first one, then two fingers down over her clit and just barely inside her steaming entrance.

"Shit! That feels sooo good," Sandra moaned, still wildly thrusting her hips hard against my hand fiercely attempting draw me deeper into her.

"Yes it does," I said and brought my glistening wet fingers to my lips so I could dramatically suck them clean.

I was enjoying acting as director now. "But I need more. I want more of you!" I declared.

"Then take me. Take me now!" she replied with desperation.

I sat back on my knees for a second to gaze down upon her. My cock stood up tall, away from my body, clear evidence for all to see how turned on I was. I reached down to Sandra's ankle and and raked my fingernails over her instep and up the inside of her thigh, marking a trail of heat that ended at the center of her pleasure. As I lowered my head toward her wet, swollen pussy I heard her gasp loudly right before she thrust her pussy up to my face. I buried my tongue as deep into her tight wetness as I could.

The next few minutes were a whirl of ecstasy for me. I could feel Sandra's swollen pussy lips against my tongue, and taste the juices pouring out of her as she repeatedly ground up against my face. The feel, the smell, and the taste of her passion drove me to mercilessly tongue her, delivering every ounce of pleasure that I could. I was rewarded with her pelvic thrusts and raucous moans. It was an encore performance of the passion she had just finished raining down on me and I was determined to make it an award winning show of my own.

I pulled my mouth away to catch my breath, but continued stroking her dripping pussy with my hand.

"You know what I want," Sandra growled. "Give me what I want!" she demanded thrusting her hips into the air toward me.

"Your wish is my command," I replied, then thrust my finger deep into her tightness, deliberately stroking over her G spot.

"Aaah," Sandra wailed out loudly as I buried my finger into her and pressed my thumb against her clit. I knew that I was in control now, and I had no intention of letting up. I wanted a big climax to this spectacle; one that I knew would come with her explosive orgasm. I traded my thumb on her clit for my tongue and sucked hard simultaneously flicking with the tip of my tongue. I heard a second, louder, guttural groan from her and that urged me on. I was determined to make her cum harder than she ever had. Not only did I want to shower as much ecstasy on her as I could, I wanted everyone watching to see how much I loved giving her pleasure.

I began firmly stroking my finger in and out of Sandra's pussy and swirling my tongue over her labia and clit. She responded by thrusting even harder against my mouth. I heard the swish of her own hands rubbing over her nipples, a signal that knew meant she was getting closer to orgasm. With my mouth tight against her, I moaned, letting her feel my own pleasure and the same vibrations that she had given to me earlier. Each stroke of my finger into her made her even wetter so that her juices were dripping off my hand despite my furious lapping. I shifted position so that my index finger penetrated more deeply into her pussy while my middle finger rested against the edge of her anus. Her pelvic thrusts caused my finger to rub the outside and gently press against this intimate area, heightening her mounting pleasure. I returned my focus to her clit, massaging it with my tongue, alternating broad firm motions with suction, and pressure. At the same time caressing and probing of her G spot and tickling the outside of her anus. She had never been so wet and so lost in wild abandon. I could feel the beach bed sway beneath us as Sandra wailed out loud her ecstasy, writhing and thrusting her body wildly against me. All I could think of was how happy I was to be the agent of her pleasure and how badly I wanted her to cum.

With another guttural moan and a simultaneous gasp I felt her push even harder against my mouth as every muscle in her body clenched. Her pussy clamped down hard on my finger and I'm sure I felt her clit swell against my tongue. I even felt her rosebud pucker against my other finger. Sandra came ... hard, in waves, rolling one after the other and gloriously lasting long minutes while she spasmed against me and poured her wonderful cum into my mouth. I lapped and sucked wildly, continuing to stroke her G spot and lavish her clit. I could not keep up and I felt her juices drip off my chin. It was incredible.

Slowly the waves of her orgasm faded to small shudders. I gently lapped at her pussy, trying my best to clean her up, as I softly stroked her swollen lips.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! That was incredible," Sandra gasped trying to catch her breath.

I raised my head from her crotch and began sliding up her body. I could feel her warm wetness against my skin .

"Yes it was," I said laying atop her.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal and I could tell that her eyes were once more able to focus after her orgasmic high.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Sandra announced as if talking to the unseen audience.

"Oh really?" I answered back. Before she could say anything else, I rotated my hips and smoothly thrust my now aching and rock hard cock into her slippery pussy. I wasn't quite ready to cede control of the show back to her.

Sandra gasped both with shock and delight. She shuddered hard as I slid unchecked deep into her. I smiled enjoying her obviously unexpected, but momentary loss of dominion. I rocked my hips back almost fully withdrawing my cock from her then thrust forward again, this time a bit harder. We both gasped this time. I levered my upper body up off of her so that my weight was on my hands. In that position I was able to rotate my hips even more and I thrust even deeper into her, pressing my pelvis hard against hers. Sandra closed her eyes and held her breath. I did it again, evoking the same response; a gasp and a hard shudder of bliss. I paused, so that we could both back down away from another climax, especially me. I didn't want to cum quite yet. I wanted this to stretch out so we could both enjoy the feeling of being so deeply connected for as long as possible. There was also a bit of me that was enjoying our show, and I wanted to draw it out a bit longer.

"Oh god that feels so good having you deep inside me," Sandra said, now back in control of her senses.

"I love being inside you. The deeper the better," I answered back.

"Well in that case I know just what to do." Sandra put both of her hands on my chest and began pushing me off of her. "I'm gonna ride you and fuck your brains out," she declared loudly.

I was grinning like crazy as she rolled me across the mattress and over onto my back. I've always loved it when she is on top; her weight pressing down on me as she impales herself on my rigidity. She usually teases me with her pussy, slowly riding up and down my hardness, getting it slick with her juices until she can't stand it anymore and then begins pounding hard on me. It has always felt incredible and I love seeing her go wild, riding me hard until we both cum. That night was no exception, and she began her erotic routine, slowly teasing my cock with her dripping pussy, except...

"I'm gonna ride you too!" I heard clearly in my right ear from what sounded like inches away. It was Diane vociferously announcing her intentions to have her way with her husband.

"Me too!" Sheri theatrically chorused in from the other side of our bed, also sounding like she was right next to us.

Just a few short feet away I saw their naked bodies rise up in the dim light, as they got ready to mount their mates the same way Sandra was doing to me. Any small doubt I might have had whether or not our show was being watched vanished. Not only had we been watched, but studied and now emulated as multiple couples joined in sync with our final, carnal climb to climax. I was sure this was exactly what Sandra had planned.

Sheri groaned as she sunk down onto her partner's waiting cock, and I could hear the swish of skin rubbing against skin as both she and Diane began to rock back and forth making good on their mutual promise to fuck wildly. It was just Sandra that I felt on top of me and that was all I wanted. But the image of other women riding their men in time with her riding me was unbelievable. It felt like we were all on display and putting on our best show for each other.

Looking down on me from above, grinning, Sandra dramatically guided my aching and hard cock to the entrance of her wet and waiting pussy. Inch my inch she lowered herself onto me, dragging it out even longer than she usually did, so we both enjoyed every second of it. With a flair she threw her head back, arched and moaned loudly over and over again and she lowered herself inexorably onto to me, impaling her tight wetness with my hot, hard member. When she was as far down onto me as she could get, I grunted out equally loudly and thrust up against her, pushing myself even deeper into her. I was rewarded with her resounding gasp that synchronized with mine.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed. I heard similar cries of passion echoed by Sheri and Diane, and several others whom I couldn't see all around us.

I ran my hands and fingernails up and down Sandra's back as she raised off me and then again lowered herself agonizingly slowly onto my cock. When she sat upright with her weight fully on my pelvis, I could feel my cock very deep in her, pressing against her G spot. She paused once more allowing me too savor her tightness and her my thicknesss. Then she began undulating her hips against me, pulling my cock back and forth over her G spot. I could see her breasts, nipples tensely erect, swaying in time with her motions in the shadowy moonlight filtering through the thatched roof. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, gutteral, lusty sounds emanated from her throat. She was totally lost in the moment of pleasure. It was a sight that will be forever emblazoned in my mind.

"That feels so good," we both moaned in unison, reporting our delight to everyone in earshot.

I grabbed her butt cheeks hard and pulled her tighter against me. Sandra put her hands flat on my chest and surrendered to the pleasure. Finally, blissfully she let herself go, and began bucking wildly on me. I could tell she were on a mission to indeed fuck my brains out and I was ready and willing to go with her. Again and again she thrust down onto me, and I in turn thrust up into her; meeting each of her assaults on my cock with my own, deep into her pussy.. What had been the sounds of skin brushing gently together turned into the aggressive smack of flesh against flesh, of furious and wild sex. That sound echoed from all around us as our nearby friends accelerated into the same wild abandon as us.

I let go of any inhibitions at about the same time that Sandra did. Together we moaned, grunted, and yelped out loud our pleasure for any and everyone to hear. I could hear the same coming from Sheri and Diane, and it was as if we were all cheering each other on, encouraging each other to reach a higher and higher plateau of ecstasy.

"Cum with me! Oh, cum with me!" Sandra called out, her fingernails digging fiercely and wonderfully into my skin.

That was all it took to push me over the edge. With one hard thrust of my hips up into her, I drove my cock as deep as I could and exploded what felt like a river of hot cum. I heard Sandra gasp and felt her pussy spasm hard around my cock, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips as the crest of her second orgasm flooded over her. We stayed that way for what felt like forever as our climax faded and my cock sent a few more jets of cum deep into her pussy, each one making her shudder.

When my head began to clear and I became aware of my surroundings, I could see both Diane and Sheri in the dim light finishing their own orgasms. Sandra was staring unabashedly at them, clearly taken in by the beauty of their moments of carnal pleasure. I could hear us all panting when Sandra collapsed onto my chest and I felt a small trickle of our combined cum trickle out of her and over my balls.

"I think we made a wet spot," Sandra giggled.

"I think we all did," I heard another voice say.

"That was incredible," I said, and heard four other voices agree with me.

I whispered in Sandra's ear: "I can't believe we did that."

"What?" she said with mock innocence.

"I can't believe that we had sex in front of, no ... with everyone like that. I felt like we were on a stage. You planned all that didn't you?"

"You liked it, didn't you?" Her tone made it sound more like a statement than a question.

Before I could reply, she just smiled, and rested her cheek against my chest. "Do you trust me?" she asked, leaving me wondering what boundary we were going to push past next.