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was everything he said it was, as well); calmly deliberately, withdrawing almost all the way before banging back inside; supporting his weight on his outstretched arms while I raised my head and nuzzled his nipples. His chest hair was light, almost downy; I ran my tongue through it, pausing to sink in my teeth as he slammed himself into my loins.

His breathing was hard, his thrusts insistent. But his rhythm was unchanging, even as I bucked my own hips, urging him to pick up the pace, bring me to the orgasm that was shuddering just on the other side of bunker-busting.

"Faster," I hissed; but he shook his head. "Not yet. You've teased me with your stories for months. Now it's my turn." And he shortened his strokes, pushing down on my hips until I could barely move them, but increasing the pressure on my clitoris, so that every breath I took had a sharp, audible edge of pleasure; an edge that only heightened his determination to keep me dangling -which he did. I had never known a man to be so painstaking, so patient, so totally in control of his own body that, even with a hellcat screaming seven shades of lust beneath him, he simply stretched the ecstasy out even further.

Finally I came... there wasn't a power on earth that could have stopped me; and, as I writhed in the uncontrollable spasms of my own joy, I felt Ray, too, pause... plunge... and then cry out as his prick blew up inside me.

We lay silent, shattered, sticky with sweat. I felt his penis soften inside me, and the sudden wetness as our co-mingled juices were uncorked, and trickled into my groin. I thought about what my pussy must look like, fucked to a state of total exhaustion, the thick white of his cum smeared across the wide open lips, my clit a bright red bullet in a sea of soaking pink. I felt my heart give a tired jump, and placed my hands on his shoulders, put my weight against them, began pushing him down.... He barely moved and, though the words formed in my mind - "lick me" - they came out as just another long sigh of disheveled pleasure. Never mind, there would be time for that later.

I think we slept; it looked darker when I opened my eyes, and Ray was now only half-laid across me. I squirmed out from beneath his weight and crept to the bathroom. He hadn't moved when I returned and, for a moment, I stood there, wondering what to do... which of the two or three thoughts that were now racing through my mind I should act on first. But before I could move, he opened his eyes and smiled. "We really need to make a move. I have that reception this evening, remember? You will come along, won't you?"

"Why not?" I threw on the clothes I'd arrived in, then headed back to my own room to shower and change. Half an hour later, he was guiding his hired car round the snaking bends that led towards the ocean, and the row of exclusive waterfront homes that were dotted along the coastline. "Dinner," he promised me, "alcohol, some tremendous people - you'll love Derek and Mandy... and then, your choice. I can call you a cab back to the hotel... or else, we fish." I laughed. "I'll let you know."

The house... the mansion... was beautiful, more rooms than you could count; more bathrooms than you could count. I must have visited at least four different ones in the course of the evening, as the festivities shifted from wing to wing, while our hostess... Mandy, a startlingly pretty, middle-aged blonde, whose graying husband, Derek, was a big wheel in computer programming... could not have been sweeter, even coming to my rescue when I took a wrong turn, and wound up in a room lined with wall-to-wall vintage erotica. Serious, no-holds-barred, vintage erotica.

For a moment, I must admit, I was shocked... not to find it, necessarily, but by the actual reality of what the pictures showed. We're all well aware that nothing we do with each other today has never been done before, but you really don't think about... I don't know, your grandparents, your great-grandparents... doing it as well. And then taking pictures to prove it. I've seen tamer photos on the Internet, and there were a couple that truly made me catch my breath... a close-up of a pussy that was drenched in cum, and looking all the more gorgeous for being in grainy black-and-white; a 69 with the man on top, and the girl sucking on his balls while he spurted over her tits....

"Oops!" A voice the door made me spin around. Mandy stood there smiling. "As soon as Derek told you to take the second door, not the third, I had a horrible feeling...."

"No, it's okay," I reassured her. "Just a little surprising, that's all."

"Every man needs a hobby," she laughed, "and this is Derek's... actually, it's both of ours'. Plus, it's a wonderful investment... ‘cocks, not stocks,' as our accountant once put it.' She continued chattering as I gazed around me, long sentences filled with the names of long-dead European pornographers, legendary modern collectors, auction prices that sounded like phone numbers, and well aware that the longer she talked, the longer I could spend looking, without actually appearing to do so. After all, how would you feel if a complete stranger caught you staring at their porn collection? I had the feeling this happened to her a lot.

It was close to midnight before the party broke up, to reconvene at six in the morning for the promised day of fishing. Mandy showed us to a room where we could sleep until then, but Ray had other ideas. "Let's take a walk down to the beach, first. It's such a lovely night."

Five minutes later, we were seated on the grassy sand, our backs against a large mossy rock, the ocean literally a stone's throw away, the sea breezes thick in our nostrils. Naturally it was our hosts' private beach... forget their house and guests, and there wasn't a soul, Ray assured me, for miles. I scarcely cared. My pussy was still wet from my unexpected peep show, my mind racing with the notions that those photographs planted there. The moment we were settled, I threw myself on him, pulling at his shirt buttons while he wrestled me onto my back.

We kissed, and he took my hand, placed it gently on his already-bulging erection, and started unbuttoning my dress, cupping my breasts through my bra, nipping the nipples with his teeth as he peeled the cups down, and then unfastened the clasp in one swift flick. His tongue swirled over one nipple, then he sucked the surrounding flesh deep into his mouth, a long, contented "mmmmmmm" escaping from the back of his throat.

I had his pants open now, rubbing my thumb against his shaft through his jockeys. Folding them down, I watched his dick spring free, and shifted position slightly, lowering my head for a closer look and maybe.... He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Keep doing what you're doing."

My hand was moving faster now, my grip straining to remain coiled around a shaft that was growing thicker with every stroke. My panties were around my ankles, two of his fingers gliding smoothly in and out of me. Then, leaning me back against the cool stone, he poised his prick between my legs, first pressing against my outer lips, then gently parting them. I reached down to grasp him again, pull him into my depths, but he slipped back. "Turn around."

I did so, knelt expectantly on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, as he ran a hand gently across my buttocks and then slowly entered me from behind, pushing himself deep and then remaining motionless, so that I crouched, skewered on his organ. His hands clenched my sides and he began rocking me back and forth, while his own body remained as still as a statue.

I closed my eyes, allowed him to control my every movement... sometimes fast, until my pussy felt as though it was turning inside out; sometimes so slow that I thought his shaft would never end; sometimes so deep that every thrust sent my innards lurching; and sometimes so shallow that I could feel the rim of his helmet against my outer lips, and hear my hole sucking noisily at his glans.

Trusting one arm to hold both my weight and my balance, I reached the other between my legs, to cradle his scrotum. It felt heavy, sticky, hot... I imagined pressing my face to it, sucking at the skin before enclosing one ball, then the other, in my mouth. But he held me firm, groaning as my fist squeezed his sac. "Keep doing that." I obeyed; when one arm tired, I switched, all the while conscious of the ever-changing sensations that he was drilling into my pussy - and drilling faster now, his own hips finally joining the party, to roll against my rocking.

I clamped both hands into the sand beneath us, slowed my own motion... I caught my breath, then hissed insistently. "I want to take your cum in my mouth." I didn't give him a chance to react; he slipped out of me as I whirled around, crouched, and plunged him into my mouth, his movements growing faster as I sought out his rhythm and rode with him. In and out he flowed, as I placed both hands on his hips, allowed him to sink as deep as he could into my throat, and taking him in my hand only when I needed to catch a breath.

I held the tip of his cock to my open lips, cradled it on my tongue, jerking his shaft with one fist, while the other reached for his chest, tweaked his nipples. I lapped at his leaking hole, thrilling to the conjoined flavors of my puss and his pre-cum, pulling on his prick all the time.

His hand fell on my head, holding it still for a moment, before pushing me back against the boulder, his body moving seamlessly with me, so that I never lost the tantalizing taste of his knob-end for a moment. Only when I was flat on my back once again did he shift, flipping himself around so that his mouth was at my pussy, and his cock was again at my lips.

I wriggled beneath him, gazed up at the balls that hung just inches from my face, and the prick that probed my mouth... my mind flashing back to the photos I'd been looking at, I realized how dearly I love looking at a man from this angle, seeing his cock hang upside down, pointing straight down my throat; how much I love looking, and love feeling it, as he lowered himself in to me and, as his tongue wrapped warmly around my clitty, he started fucking my mouth, as deftly and deliberately as he'd been banging my pussy.

I could hear myself moaning as he plunged, little cries of shock and pleasure that accompanied every thrust, and matched the motion of his tongue down below. I was coming quickly this time, and I hoped he would too -I wanted his seed sliding down my throat at the precise moment my legs wrapped around his head, to hold him hard against my blazing cunt. And I wasn't disappointed, as the first twitch and spurt of the monster in my mouth sent a telegraph ringing all the way down my spine, to explode in a flood of sensations in my pussy.

I swallowed hard, but his cum was still spraying, in my mouth and onto my cheeks and chin; my face was plastered in it and, as he slapped his cock against my hungry tongue, more leaked out, to coat my teeth, my gums, my tonsils.

Ray rose from his own juice-soaked paradise, his face streaked with the glorious glitter of my oils. But I wasn't finished with him yet. I pulled at his legs, drew him around so that he straddled my chest, and continued sucking and licking at his slowly sinking stiffness. He looked down at me, and his dick, drained though it had to be, gave a sudden twitch of excitement. "I never knew... I've dreamed about this so often," he breathed. "But I never realized just how beautiful you are until now..."

I was still sucking on him, relishing the taste and the very texture of his fading erection, the feel of it softening against my lips. But I paused for a moment. "Well, I don't think I'll be going out in public like this, but I'm feeling pretty good, too," I whispered. He began to edge away, but I stopped him. "Stay where you are..." I remembered that e-mail he'd sent me a while back, "... we don't want to waste any of this, do we."

He sighed contentedly. For some guys, I know, it can start feeling uncomfortable to have their cock worked on like this, after they've shot their load. But Ray didn't seem to mind; if anything, I'd say he was quite the opposite, adoring my attentions and proving it in the most positive way he could, as his cock miraculously began to stiffen again. Was there no end to this man's stamina? Or maybe there was still something else he wanted to do?

I shifted my weight a little, and positioned him in my cleavage, pressed my breasts against him with each hand, and slowly rubbed first one, then the other, against his shaft, alternating circular motions that thrilled me as much... if that moan was anything to go by... as they excited him. Reaching to where I'd placed my bag, I opened it and pulled out a bottle of hand lotion, squeezed out a cool dollop that splashed over his cock. He gasped at the sudden shock, and pressed his hands hard against mine, crushing his shaft between my boobs, so that the lotion oozed out like so much cum, coating him as he slipped and slid gracefully through that voluptuous cleft.

My eyes were closed, my breathing heavy, fascinated by the weight and warmth of his steady rocking, and the rhythmic grunts that escaped his lips. And when he came, a hot flush that stung my face and spattered my lips, salty and sweetly tart in my mouth, I laughed before I opened my eyes - and saw that he was still riding me, his own eyes closed tight, his cock still hard and driving. Then who....

"Sorry, kids, but we couldn't help ourselves." Above and behind me, the voice startled me - shocked Ray as well, as he halted his movements, gasped a stunned "what?"; and then relaxed, laughing. "Mandy. Derek. Fancy seeing you here!"

"Well, it is our beach..." now I recognized Mandy's voice and, as I craned my head backwards, I could see her as well, standing totally naked on the rock above us, her husband's still-dripping penis semi-erect in her fist.

I wasn't certain how I felt - furious? Violated? Or very, very excited? "How long have you been there?"

"We were here before you were," Derek smiled. "For much the same reasons as well. Except, watching you guys go at it was even more exciting than what we were planning."

I smiled; Mandy knelt down and looked into my face. "Sorry if we startled you... to be honest, I never knew Derek still had it in him." She kissed her husband. "He usually doesn't squirt past my wrist."

"Honey..." Derek protested loudly but affectionately - I think he was actually feeling rather proud of himself. Measuring the distance with my eyes, even taking the trajectory into account, he'd sent a jet of cum at least eight feet, and his aim could scarcely have been better. "Well, I'm impressed," I smiled; and then, remembering what they'd interrupted, "but I think Ray here might be feeling a little left out of things."

Mandy's eyes flickered to my partner's still raging erection. "Yes, we did kind of spoil things, didn't we?" She scrambled down the rock; Derek followed, and I saw a glance pass between them, before she settled herself in front of Ray and, tugging on his slippery cock, invited him to nestle it between her own tits.

I caught his eye and nodded; Mandy's boobs were so much bigger than mine, how could I ever have deprived him of that thrill? Instead, I walked over to Derek and kissed him, my hand cupping his balls. He shook his head. "I'm going to sit this one out, thanks" he said quietly. "I've never been much more than a once-a-night guy myself. And besides, if I know Mandy, she's going to put on quite a show."

He was right. At first she simply lay there, cooing encouragement to Ray as he built up speed... whispers, at first, that I had to strain to hear; and then louder, more demanding, until she was almost screaming at him - "fuck my tits... harder... faster... that's it, baby...." She angled her head... I don't know how she did it, her neck must be made of rubber; but suddenly, her mouth was wide open, her long tongue waiting to lap at the tip of Ray's cock, every time it pushed itself through the luxurious folds of her bosom. Gloriously lit by a bright, full moon, we could see every movement; watched spellbound as Ray's thrusts grew longer, pushing his balls so deep into her breasts that his prick spilled out - and she caught it in her mouth, her lips suckling on his swollen head before she replaced him in her cleavage.

"You wait till she gets him all the way in," Derek whispered gleefully. "That girl can suck a river dry..." - and I swear, she could. The next time Ray slipped out of her valley, she had him, taking him so deep in her throat that I thought she must swallow him balls and all; and then, when he came full in her mouth, astounding me by spitting it right back at him, to splatter on his belly as forcefully as he'd just treated her tonsils. "If you're going to spit it out," she explained to me later, "at least put on a show."

Ray collapsed, spent at last; Mandy lay beneath him, still licking her lips. "Derek... are you certain that you're done for the night?"

"I'm sure, honey," he laughed. "But I do need a drink. Coming, Ray?"

Ray groaned. "I'm not certain that I still have the use of my legs," he murmured. "But I'll give it a try. Coming girls?"

Mandy shook her head. "Not me, I'm going to stay here for a while. How about you, Chrissie?"

"I'll stay here as well," I told him. Even though I lived so close, I rarely got out to the shore anymore. And besides, I was curious about Mandy and Derek... did they always do things like this?

Mandy shook her head. "To be honest, we've never done anything like this in our lives. I mean... we used to talk about it, as you do when you're heading towards another anniversary, and you've already exhausted every sex manual you can find. But we never did anything about it, and we probably never would have, if you two hadn't..." she paused. "You really didn't know we were there?"

"Didn't have a clue. You must have been very quiet."

She giggled. "I think we were so surprised when we heard you coming down the path that we stopped whatever we were doing... and then, once you got started, we really didn't want to say anything. But I'm not sorry that we did. I've often thought that, if I was free and single, I'd have snagged Ray for myself years ago. I'm just glad he's found someone who's on the same wave-length as he is."

"Well, I don't know about ‘found'... this is pretty much our first date; well, no, we've been e-mailing each other for a few months, but this is the first time we've ever met."

"Oh, I know that," Mandy laughed. "You're the story-teller! Derek and I have read all your stuff... acted a few of them out, as well. In fact, it was us who first sent Ray the link... remember the one where you said you looked a bit like the girl out of Sex And The City? Ray adores her; we had to let him know. And, once you posted your photograph, I think it was love at first sight."

"So basically, you set the two of us up?" I laughed, squeezing her hand.

"You don't know the half of it." She leaned forward suddenly, and kissed my lips. I was surprised, but - hey, what's new about that, this evening? I kissed her back and she beamed at me. "We planned the whole thing - even the wrong turn you made when you went to the bathroom. I mean, you write a good game, but you'd be surprised how many people that room has frightened off. You know Ray found most of those pictures for us, don't you?"

Ah, so that's the kind of art dealer he is... I was about to say that, but Mandy's hands were on my thighs now, parting my legs a little more, to allow her finger to slide in deeper, and begin to gently fuck me. Instead I sighed, and she carried on talking. "And all that business about a fishing trip? To be honest, a few of the others may go out on the boat tomorrow, but the only fish that Ray was interested in catching was you." She pushed me down on the sand, and her lips began grazing their way down my chest, my belly, to my thighs and beyond. "I'm just glad," she murmured, "that there's enough of you that we can all have a share." Then her words faded into an indistinct mumble, and I felt my puss being sucked into her mouth.

And if I wasn't already hooked, I certainly was now.

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