Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 12:55:40 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-27 Early that evening it was with a great feeling of satisfaction that Elizabeth and I departed from the luxurious beach house where little Lori and Natalie were still practicing every kind of lesbian sex on the body of their care-taker Melanie. The only problem was that in all of that licking and sucking and fucking, neither of us had even cum once, as we guided our young hostesses to practice on each other. So we walked hand in hand down the beach, sharing a quiet intimate time full of promise for mutual release of our lust. We strolled past a small promontory of rock that thrust out into the sea, and Liz commented that it was famous for its shallow tide-pools, where people could see all kinds of sea life when the tide went out, leaving fish and other wonderful creatures locked in tiny puddles. The sudden darkness of the tropics fell as we approached the hotel, and dozens (hundreds!) of tiki torches burst into flame to illuminate the terrace and surrounding area. Close by was a sparkling white tent with no walls on the north or east sides. The south and west walls consisted of peg-board, with blister-packs containing unknown products. Elizabeth and I decided to investigate, and there was Zeta! This little tent was her sales booth. Folding tables with glistening white table-cloths held an array of products for potential customers to touch and feel. There was a small round table out front with a couple of chairs and a clip-board of order forms. Zeta herself was talking to a voluptuously large woman dressed in a way that was very formal under the circumstances. She wore a full one-piece fire-engine-red swimsuit, with an under-wired bra top to support her massive breasts. "Feel free to freely feel!" Zeta told the woman as I approached. "Good evening darling!" she called to me. I slid into the one of her chairs that faced the tent, and observed Zeta's potential customer. It was clear that she was thinking hard about the toys on display. Fascinated, Elizabeth joined the woman in examining the sex toys by tiki-light. She moved closer to the woman in red, and the two of them together admired a shiny black strap-on dildo. "You here for the convention?" Liz asked. "No, just for some sun and some days away with my husband. He's a fishing nut, and likes to come down here to try for the big one." The woman in red was, apparently unconsciously, stroking the 8" hard rubber cock in her hand. "What room are you in?" Liz carried on the conversation amiably. "That one." The woman in red used the dildo as a pointer to indicate a modern fishing boat tied up at the hotel's long dock. It was one of those tourist boats with the big swivel chairs set up on the long afterdeck, and all the gear a would-be Hemmingway could need to land a huge sailfish. "My husband never leaves it. He shares it with me at night, and the skipper during the day." "You want to take that thing for a test-drive?" Liz asked just barely loud enough for me to hear. The woman in red blushed furiously as she realized what she had been waving around in public. "I, I couldn't, really, I've no-one to...." But Elizabeth ignored her protestations and addressed Zeta directly, "Is it OK if Mom and I check this one out?" "Of course, dear." Zeta assured her. "I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. Just rinse it off before you bring it back!" Hastily, I got up and joined my daughter, and we two walked off with the lady in red between us, into the night. I easily removed the dildo from the woman's embarrassed grip, and slid it into a pretty gift bag Zeta handed me. I asked the woman in red about herself. Her name was Sue, and she was from one of those northern states where it is always too cold to take your clothes off. Besides, she needed some support for her massive DD tits, so it was no wonder her swimsuit included a built-in heavy-duty bra. As we walked along the beach, Liz and I each slid an arm around her waist, and soon let our hands fall lower until we were fondling the cheeks of her ass. By unspoken consent we headed straight for the boat, and as we strolled down the length of the dock, I told her, "You know, most men find watching two women getting it on to be a major turn-on. So you go on ahead and tell your hubby he has to do everything your friends say, if he wants a real treat. OK?" Sue seemed to like that, and as we approached the boat she ran ahead, climbed down into the boat and disappeared into the cabin. Liz and I could hear voices, and I could see that the big chairs bolted to the rear deck were equipped with 4-point seat belts, including shoulder straps. I think it's a macho thing so the fisherman can feel like Mr. Jet Pilot, while trying to reel in a fish. Soon enough, Sue reappeared with her man. He was not bad looking if you like that physical type, wearing shorts and a T-shirt. He stopped, and stared, open mouthed, up at the two of us on the dock. Obviously he wasn't expecting two women, clad only in chinese straw hats and thong bikini bottoms. "Hi sailor, permission to cum aboard?" I teased him. He gulped, "Uh, sure!" "Thank you, but first you have to get in this chair here, and strap yourself in good and tight, and after that if we hear the click of the lock release, we're out of here. OK?" "Yeah, right!" the man scrambled into the near chair and fumbled with the shoulder straps in his haste to comply. Then, with the energy and limberness of youth, Liz jumped down into the boat, then turned to give me a hand as I stepped first on the gunwale, then down onto the deck. Using little stirrups that reminded me of the gynecologist's office, the man could turn his chair any way he wanted, and he aimed it straight at Liz and me as we removed our hats and I set aside the little bag. Liz was facing him, so I knelt at her side so as not to spoil the view as I pulled the thong down her long, slim legs. There was only the moon and the stars and the glow of the far-away terrace torches to see by, but it was enough. The only sounds were the gentle creaking of the boat against the bumpers that kept it from banging the dock; and a distant reggae band. I turned to face him, and Liz got behind me to pull down my thong and expose my shaved pussy to his lustful gaze, but we weren't here to give a man a girlie show, and immediately turned our attention back to Sue. Her swimsuit had a strong hook at the bra-back, and a zipper that ran down from there to her ass. Quickly Liz and I undid both, then guided her over to stand in front of the other fishing chair. We turned her to face her man, and each gripped one of her shoulder straps; me on her left and Liz on her right. It didn't matter that he had seen Sue's tits a zillion times before. This time he was going to see them worshipped and adored by two other horny women. Slowly, evenly, we lowered her straps and let those luscious mammaries spill out. I caught the weighty flesh of Sue's left tit in my left hand, just as my daughter did the same on her other side. Gently I lifted it to gaze at the raspberry-sized nipple in the midst of a wide dark aureola. Elizabeth, following my lead, did everything I did except on her side and the tiniest fraction of a second later. And so it was that the still night air was shattered by the cry of , "aaawwwAAAWWW!" as our tongues brushed for the first time across Sue's fat, juicy nipples. They seemed extraordinarily sensitive. Either that or Sue was an unusually noisy lover. It was probably a good thing that the reggae band on the terrace favored lots of volume. Since Sue seemed to enjoy having her nipples gently attended to, Liz and I kept that up for a long time as they slowly grew harder. She put her arms around our shoulders for support as Liz and I pushed her fat nipples together to trap them between our tongues. We sucked and licked as a Sue's cries grew to a scream as she started to cum. I slid a hand down her belly to her nylon-clad pussy and felt how wet it was with her woman-juice, then returned my fingertips to her tits and my mouth, and shared with Liz the taste of her woman-juice. "Take it off!" I whispered to my daughter, and Liz began to sink toward the deck as I started to kiss and lick my way up Sue's neck toward her ear. I nibbled gently at her earlobe, and she quivered as Liz pulled the swimsuit down over her hips. "Here! Have a good sniff!" Liz said as she tossed the suit at the man who was only about eight feet away. "Now just sit back and let us please you!" I whispered in Sue's ear, and eased her back into the second fishing chair. She sank into it and allowed my daughter and I to raise her legs high in the air, exposing her sex to the night air. Elizabeth moved to lick at the backs of Sue's knees, her tongue drawing slow swirls around the backs of the woman's thighs. I joined her and began to tease the back of Sue's other thigh with my tongue. We were careful not to obstruct her man's view of her wide-open pussy as we slowly slurped our way toward her perineum. Sue wiggled and squirmed delightfully, kicking her feet in the air. She squealed and gasped and begged us to move more quickly toward her cunt. I have to admit it was tempting to just mash my face into her hot drooling hole, but I was having too much fun teasing her. Just as I approached her vaginal opening and her heavenly aroma was about to overwhelm me, I veered away for a tongue tour around her ass. This seemed to drive Sue absolutely nuts as she wiggled her bum to try to grind it against Liz's lips and mine. My daughter's mouth approached mine as we converged toward Sue's anus, but Sue seemed to go rigid as we came close, so we both guessed that she wasn't quite ready for that. "Go for it!" I whispered to Elizabeth, and instantly she moved in to lap up the woman-nectar that was flowing freely from Sue's cunt. "Oh! Yes!" our victim screamed into the night as my daughter's tongue jabbed into her hot honey hole. I backed away and stood, taking a proud moment to admire Elizabeth's cunt-lapping technique before I moved to grab the fancy little gift bag we had brought along. With a great flourish I withdrew the strap-on dildo and brandished it over my head. "You want to get fucked, Lady?" I asked. "Well, you're gonna get fucked. You're gonna get fucked by this dick that can fuck all night and never get soft!" Liz redoubled her efforts at gobbling the pussy before her as I strapped on the menacing-looking black tool. It wasn't huge, but it was the size Sue had been admiring. I made sure that both Sue and her man had a good view as I tightened the buckle at my hip, then spat on my hand before I started to jerk on the hard rubber fuck-toy. Sue's screams went off the decibel scale as she yelled, "Yes, fuck me, lick my cunt! Fuck me! I'm cummmmminnnng!" I had to stare in open admiration as Liz just kept on slurping up the gush of sex-juice that flooded out of Sue's dark tunnel. When the torrent seemed to slow I put a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder to let her know it was my turn. Instantly Liz jumped up, giving the man his first clear view of his wife's crotch in several minutes. He also got a hot look at Liz's wide grin and taught tits dripping with Sue's cum. I made a twirling motion with my finger, and my daughter instantly understood. We wanted the man to see my big black cock plunge into his wife's twat, so she spun the chair around so it was almost in profile to his view, then got behind the chair to reach around and resume playing with Sue's tender nipples. Sue cried out again in her passion, as I moved into position and held the fat black dick at the entrance to her excited cunt. It had a realistic head, and ridges that exaggerated the natural veins of a man's cock. She screamed, as thrust my hips forward to I ease the hard tool inside her. She was so totally lubricated that after an initial resistance just to gain entry to her tight passage, my cock slid smooth as silk right in up to the hilt. Slowly I began to slide my cock in and out of her, and she went wild! "Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me hard!" With a demand like that, what could I do but oblige? Liz was busy sucking on Sue's neck and she played with the woman's swollen-to-bursting nipples as I gradually picked up the pace. I gripped Sue's raised knees for balance as I banged vigorously in and out of her sopping cunt. "Aaaaggghh!" Sue's face contorted into a rictus of lust as I slammed that fake cock faster and faster in and out of her. Suddenly I felt a gush of fluid splash against my inner thighs as she came again, and kept on cumming!" That horny feeling inspired me to fuck the poor woman harder and faster, as her limbs began to flail helplessly around, and I had to hold the backs of her knees firmly to keep from being kicked in the face. "No, No more!" Sue managed to squeak, but I wasn't about to stop! I just kept up my lust-crazed pounding until my daughter brought me back to earth. "Hey Mom! You're wasting all that tasty cum! Let me take care of it!" I abruptly withdrew the dripping dildo from Sue's snatch, and Liz ran around to help the bewildered woman stand up. I had to hold Sue to keep her from falling, as Liz jumped in the chair upside down, so that her ass was against the headrest and her face looked up from the middle of the seat. It was easy to see what Liz had in mind, so I spun poor Sue around and urged her to kneel on the chair with her clit over my daughter's mouth. Of course, that left Sue's face squarely in Elizabeth's irresistible pussy, and the two of them fell to gobbling each other in a kind of twisted vertical 69. Then I blessed my daughter's wonderful idea, because Sue's anxious open pussy was still before me to take her from behind. I didn't hesitate a moment before plunging my cock back into her hot wet hole. Sue's scream was only slightly muffled by the fact that her face was firmly planted between Elizabeth's lovely slim thighs. As I kept on fucking her, the firm tool bumped repeatedly back against my own clit. It was driving me crazy as I pumped her faster and faster, striving for my own orgasm. Sue must have blown every gasket in her body by the time I finally managed to ram that tool into her enough to bring myself to a desperately needed climax, and I collapsed over her back to try to get my breath. I kissed the back of Sue's neck as she was lazily licking from the puddle of cum that welled forth from Elizabeth's sated pussy. Gradually I regained my strength and withdrew from Sue, then helped her to her feet too. We kissed, slowly and thoroughly, with both of us acutely aware of the hard cock that still thrust between the woman's thighs. As we finally broke of our kiss, Sue closed her eyes and smiled, as I felt her grip my shaft between her legs. A slight movement brought us both back to awareness, as Liz managed to right herself. Sue and I smiled at each other for a moment, before she released her grip on my cock. We exchanged a last peck on the lips, before Liz and I grabbed our hats and our thongs and climbed out of the boat to run down the dock. We were half-way back to the terrace before Liz slowed down, and told me, "Mom, even here I think you ought to take that thing off before we get back." We giggled as I removed the strap-on and we both resumed our thongs. And as we strolled together back toward the hotel, Liz commented, "Did you see the big wet spot on that guy's shorts? I sure hope he can get it up again for her!" ============= To the real Sue, congratulations on your most recent bit of naughtiness!