Fucking me hard

Fucking me hard
The experience, Leigh had to admit, was bordering on sensory overload. The warm Pacific breeze brought her aromas from island flowers unfamiliar, yet intoxicating to her. The effects of the legendary “Maui Wowie” were a bit more familiar, yet more intense than usual. The tropical colors burst out everywhere when Leigh decided to open her eyes and look up from the towel on which she stretched out. And the sensation of more oil being rubbed into her back by her gracious host was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her host was kind enough to remind Leigh that it had been two hours since he last rubbed the sunscreen on her. “Sure,” she agreed, and added with a wink, “I’m all about protection.” As his hands traveled from her neck down her back, it felt wonderful. This time, her host pushed her bikini bottom down a bit further than he had the last time, and she was fine with that. After all, the first application had seen him fumble a bit with her top, and she eliminated that problem by removing it. His hands swept up her back, and worked her ribs, and she thought she could feel her host working closer to her breasts. She shifted her weight a bit, just as his hand slid across, and he got a bit of a handful, missing her nipple by, she guessed, about an inch. She broke the mood by saying, “I should probably even things out and turn over.” Her host said that was a good idea. Leigh turned over and stretched out, arching her back. Her host pretended to fumble in his backpack for another bottle of water, but she saw him sneak a glance at her. Leigh saw him shift to accommodate an uncomfortable change in his surf shorts. “Shall I help you again?” he asked hopefully. Leigh laughed. “No, I can handle it.” She noticed that if guys like the arched back thing, they really liked the old apply the oil to the breasts trick. Her host made no attempt to look away now, as Leigh rubbed the oil from her stomach up to her breasts. Her host placed his backpack on his lap. She was loving the game. Leigh laid back on the towel and pretended to doze off. She peered through a half open eye to see her host removing the backpack. When she saw what he was covering up, she thought, That must have hurt. He reached into his shorts to adjust himself, and she thought he left his hand in there a little longer than necessary. When she stirred, he removed his hand quickly. Getting a bit braver, Leigh said, “Why don’t I rub some lotion on you?” He quickly agreed, and lay on his back. “Uh, what about your back?”, Leigh asked. “My back is fine,” he replied. He then said, bravely, “There’s no one around for miles. Let’s just get an even tan?” Before Leigh could answer, he slipped off his shorts and lay back again, naked and clearly enjoying himself. “Is this okay?”, he asked her. Leigh shrugged, “I guess.” He moved closer, and asked, “Is this okay?” Before she could respond, he hooked his fingers under her bikini bottom and slid them down to her knees. He stopped, then somehow found a way to look at her eyes instead of what he had just seen. Leigh put her hand on his and stopped him. He looked disappointed until she took over and finished the job. She looked at her host, enjoyed his wide-eyed response, then said, “Let’s just rest,” then she put her head down and closed her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him looking at her, and she saw the effect she was having on him. After a couple of minutes, he somehow closed his eyes and Leigh heard his breathing slow down as he dozed off. She turned her head the other way and did the same. A few minutes later, Leigh opened her eyes and was startled to see a couple standing less than 20 feet away. The man was an older gentleman, fit and lean, graying hair, about 55 in Leigh’s estimation. The woman was an Islander, about 40-ish, and she looked like she had been taking very good care of herself. As Leigh lifted her head, the woman put her finger to her lips and said “Shhhh…” The woman pointed to Leigh’s host, and when Leigh looked, she saw that he was asleep, but his cock was not. It stood at attention, even as he slept soundly. The woman led her companion around so that Leigh’s host was between them and Leigh. As Leigh looked across him, the couple spread their towel out on the beach, three feet away from the sleeping fourth party. The woman peeled off her bikini top to reveal a beautiful even tan, gorgeous brown skin, and very erect nipples. She went to her knees and pulled her companion’s trunks down and began to stroke him as he ran his hands across her toned back. She was clearly excited as she took his growing cock in her hand, and gave it some long, firm strokes. She saw that Leigh was transfixed, and could not bring herself to look away. She stood up, kissed her lover, and slid her bottom off. Beautiful. Shaved. Wet. As the woman stroked her lover to semi-stiffness, she looked at Leigh, pointed to the sleeping man’s still-hard cock, and Leigh could read her lips as she said, silently, “Stroke him.” Leigh, still mesmerized, obeyed as if in a trance. She reached over and grasped her host’s cock, which quickly grew very hard in her hand. He began to stir, and arch his back a little. Leigh leaned over, whispered for him to relax, then took his t-shirt from the backpack and slipped it over his eyes. He just moaned quietly. Leigh and the woman then got a rhythm going, each stroking an ever-growing cock with increasing enthusiasm. The woman reached over and gently kneaded her man’s balls while she stroked him, then motioned for Leigh to do the same. She complied. The man’s eyes grew wider, as if to thank Leigh for adding fuel to this delicious fire. The woman kneeled and positioned him so that she could see Leigh, then leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. They both moaned – to the point Leigh thought they might awaken her host. The woman motioned for Leigh to do the same.

She did, and her host moaned even louder, his blindfold doing its job. Leigh tried hard to suck him in deeply without waking him, all the while trying to watch her new friends. The woman let her man’s cock slip out of her mouth, then pulled him closer, to within a foot of Leigh. She then surprised Leigh by leaning over and joining her as she sucked her host, who was now rock-hard. The man looked a little lonely as his lover left him, positioned herself over the blindfolded man, and dropped down on his dick, her eyes rolling back a bit when it hit bottom. Leigh, feeling a bit sorry for the abandoned man, switched places and kneeled on the towel in front of him. The man kneeled next to her and said, “Let’s just watch.” Leigh noticed that he was only half hard, and he said, “It has been a while since it was all the way up.” Leigh let him massage her shoulders and then her breasts as they watched the beautiful bronze woman ride a rock-hard dick like she had not done so in some time. Leigh loved watching the hot woman fill herself with hard cock, and she suddenly felt a challenge. She turned to face the older man, looked into his eyes for approval, and upon seeing that he was more than okay with it, she took his cock in her mouth. He looked very clean and dignified – like a retired professor or something – and he looked very surprised as his cock grew and grew. As she sucked him, she felt a slender hand reach beneath her and two fingers slip easily into her soaking wet pussy. The woman gently pulled Leigh close, kissed her deeply, and whispered, “Oh, please let him fuck you. It’s been so long for him.” The man whispered in her other ear, “Honey, I was fixed 20 years ago, and I promise I’m clean.” Leigh was very surprised to see that his cock had doubled in size, and was now a good, hard 6 inches. Maybe 7. The woman had returned to bouncing on the cock of Leigh’s host, who clearly did not care who was riding him, as long as someone was. Leigh, feeling ever generous, said, “Maybe I’ll let him rub it around a little,” then lay down on the towel. The man positioned himself between her legs, and, like a gentleman, just put the head at Leigh’s soaking wet opening. She thought, “What happens here, stays here,” then reached to grab his hips and hold him where she wanted him. She then raised her hips and slid up his hard cock until it was about halfway in. He said, “Slow down a bit, Honey, I’m not sure I can hold back.” Leigh wanted to give him the break he had asked for, but she had her own needs. She said, we have plenty of time for you to recover if you need to. Are you ready?” He breathlessly nodded his head, and she hooked her ankles around his waist and slid up him until he was all the way in. She rocked against him for about a dozen strokes, and he got even harder. The woman mouthed “Thank you,” then leaned over and kissed Leigh deeply while the older man gave her all he had. After another dozen strokes, he cried out and pulled his cock out as it began to let loose. The woman sucked it into her mouth, not wanting to miss a drop. He moaned for nearly a minute, then sprawled out on the towel. Leigh looked to see that her host was still blindfolded, still throbbing and looking very lonely. She leaned over to taste the delectable juices left on him by the island beauty, then realized that she had yet to get off. She grasped the impressive shaft, swung her leg over and let it slide deep within her. Her host, being twenty years younger than the stranger, had more endurance and held strong while Leigh ground out two orgasms, one while the other woman licked her clit while she rode her host’s hard cock. She stretched out on the towel, and when she opened her eyes, her new friend was crawling between her legs, fully hard again. “You promised,” he said, looking very hopeful. Leigh smiled, let him spread her legs, and slide his hard cock into her again. As he pumped her, she felt not the least bit of discomfort, as she was wetter than she ever recalled being.