Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 03

Posted: July 31st, 2009 | Author: Sidney | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

It had been two weeks since Frank had gotten laid out playing hockey, knocked unconscious by a cheap shot from some young punk with a bad temper. Five days in the hospital recovering from the concussion, and another 7 at home, sitting on the couch wishing the throbbing would stop. The doctors told him it was a pretty serious concussion, though there shouldn’t be any long term effects. His head still throbbed, but at least he wasn’t seeing double anymore. Now if he could just get his energy back.

Frank had insisted on leaving the hospital earlier than he probably should have, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to privately admit though that if it weren’t for Ron and Tara, he wouldn’t have made it those first couple of days at home. He couldn’t even stand up in the shower without getting dizzy at some point. Tara had been very helpful with that aspect of his recovery, much to his delight. Now he was at least mobile and able to fend for himself, but he still had the damned headaches.

The weather didn’t help. January in Minnesota always meant snow and cold, but this year was absolutely brutal. It was currently 15 below zero, and the constant storms brought a pressure which Frank felt in his throbbing head. He had to get out of here for a while so he could heal. He couldn’t work, even if he’d wanted to, and he had plenty of vacation time built up. What better time to use some than now?

Still, he wasn’t sure going alone would be a good idea. His first thought was why not take Tara? A week on a beach somewhere with the nubile little minx would be just what the doctor ordered. Unfortunately she had school, and would be starting a semester long internship somewhere, he thought Arizona. Maybe Ron could get some time off and they could head south for some tropical carousing.

Unfortunately, Ron was in the middle of a really nasty divorce case, and just couldn’t break away. “Sorry dude,” said Ron, “but this is getting ugly. Just when I thought we had the bastard he started digging up dirt on my client. That wouldn’t be so bad if she had told me about it ahead of time. Damn I hate it when the skeletons come out unexpectedly.”

“Oh well,” sighed Frank, “I’ll just have to enjoy the solitude.”

“Look, get yourself booked on a cruise or something; go find yourself some little tropical princess with dark skin, big tits, and nice tight ass. Speaking of nice tight asses, why not take Tara?”

“She has school, remember?” Just then there was a knock on the door. “Sorry Ron, gotta run. Later.”

Frank slowly crossed the living room and braced himself for the blast of cold air as he opened the door. Tara and Denae came bounding through unceremoniously, trying to escape the wintry chill outside. Frank slammed the door against the wind. It must have been 30 miles an hour out there. He looked over to where the two girls stood shivering.

“Sorry we didn’t have time to ask if you were decent,” said Tara, “but it’s too freakin cold out there!”

“That’s okay,” said Frank, “I’m decent.”

“Yeah,” said Denae with a naughty twinkle in her eye, “too bad.”

Tara gave her a slap on the shoulder and the two took off their coats. Frank sank back into his chair and leaned his head back.

Tara came up behind him and kissed him on the forehead, then started rubbing his neck. “How are you doing? I haven’t been able to get over to see you in a couple days.”

Frank smiled up at her. “I’m alright I guess, just can’t shake this headaches.”

“I hate to break it to you Frank,” said Denae, “but you’re gonna have that headache for a couple weeks at least. I got in a car wreck and had a concussion last year that was pretty bad, and my head hurt for a month.”

“Nice bed side manner, Denae,” scolded Tara.

“Oh, sorry Frank,” said Denae, realizing she probably just made him feel worse. “The good news is it does get better fairly quickly.”

“I’m sure it will, but these storms are killing me. Too much pressure. I gotta get out of here.”

“Good plan,” said Denae. “So where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” said Frank thoughtfully. “I was thinking of some place with lots of sun, some sand, and no fucking snow. Somewhere that has a wind chill of about 75.”

“Umm,” purred Denae, “sounds nice. Need some company?”

Frank chuckled and looked up at Tara. “I think she’s trying to muscle in on your territory.”

“I’m not surprised,” said Tara with a sigh, “ever since I mentioned that we had agreed to not get serious, I think she’s been day dreaming about you.”

“I have not,” said Denae, starting to blush.

“Oh come off it, Denae,” said Tara with a giggle. “You’ll hurt his feelings. Guys like to know they are the object of desire. Older men especially like to be desired by younger women. It makes them forget their age.”

“You know,” said Frank mournfully, “if I didn’t feel like I was about 60 right now, I’d take offense to that remark.”

Denae looked indignantly at Tara. “Hey, I never said he wasn’t attractive, which you are by the way Frank, but that’s a whole lot different than day dreaming about him.” Denae was only blushing because she had been daydreaming about him. After seeing him and Tara in Frank’s hospital room a little over a week ago, she couldn’t help herself. She must have recalled that a scene a dozen times, masturbating each time to a crashing orgasm.

“No Denae,” said Tara, “what you said, and I quote, was ‘I wouldn’t mind stacking his pads.’”

Frank chuckled. “So even female hockey players talk like that huh?”

“Does that mean you wouldn’t care if I were to take Frank back into his bedroom and give him the ride of his life?” asked Denae, challengingly.

“Not at all,” said Tara nonchalantly “Do you think you are woman enough to handle him?”

“I can hold my own,” snapped Denae. Tara stared her down and Denae looked for a minute like she was going to call her bluff.

“Um, excuse me,” said Frank, “remember me? The convalescent? I’m afraid that at this moment, I’m in no condition to be party to this dick measuring contest, or whatever you girls term it to be.”

“Huh,” said Tara thoughtfully, “I wonder what you would call it between two girls.”

“A clit measuring contest?” quipped Denae.

“Only between East German weightlifters,” said Frank, sending the two girls into a fit of giggling.

“So seriously Frank,” said Denae, “where are you thinking about going?”

“Well I was kinda thinking I’d find some nice all inclusive deal so I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. I just need to relax and recover.”

“So…,” said Denae, “are you going alone or is Ron going with you?”

“Nah he has a case he’s working on so he can’t get away.”

“Not thinking about taking anyone else?” Denae was trying to be coy and Tara kept throwing quelling looks at her over Frank’s shoulder.

Frank chuckled at Denae’s transparent attempt to suggest that he ask Tara. “Well, I really wanted to take Tara, but she has school.”

“No she doesn’t!” exclaimed Denae quickly.

“Huh?” said Frank, turning to look at Tara. “I thought the Semester started next week.”

“Well…” Tara started, but Denae cut her off.

“She has an extra two weeks off because she doesn’t report for her internship until February 10th.”

“Really,” said Frank, “is that a fact?”

“Well, yeah,” said Tara, “but Frank you don’t have to ask me to go with you. Don’t let the little loud-mouth guilt trip you into dragging me along. Go and have fun.”

“Don’t you want to go with me?” asked Frank, truly a little hurt.

“Well, I mean yeah it would be fun,” said Tara carefully, “but I don’t want to feel like I invited myself along. Or Denae invited me along, in this case.”

Frank chuckled again. “Hey babe, I was wishing I could ask you along way before Denae tried so subtly to suggest it. In fact, it would be a lot more fun if you were with me.”

“Are you sure Frank?” asked Tara.

“Unless you can think of some reason you shouldn’t go with me,” said Frank carefully.

“Oh for Pete’s sake, you two drive me crazy. Tara, he wants you to go and would have asked you to go in the first place if he hadn’t thought you had school. Frank she wants to go; she just won’t admit that she’s about ready to burst with excitement.”

Frank looked at Tara and he could see her green eyes dancing. “Well?” he asked.

Tara giggled. “Okay, okay, so I want to go. It would be nice to have a little vacation before I start interning, and I can certainly think of worse people to spend a week with.”

“Good,” said Denae. “Now why don’t you to get over yourselves and just figure out where you want to go for 7 nights of fun and fornication”

“Well Tara,” said Frank, “any thoughts?”

“Oh I don’t know. It’s your vacation.”

Frank rolled his eyes. “Alright, listen up sweetheart. This is not my vacation anymore, it’s OUR vacation. I have plenty of time, and though I don’t like to flaunt it, I have plenty of cash. We can go just about anywhere you want to go, so come on. Any ideas?”

“Well,” started Tara, looking shyly at the floor, “I’ve never been to the Caribbean.”

“Cruise or island resort?” asked Frank.

“Oh I don’t care either way,” she said honestly. “I think just being there will be enough. I don’t really care about the particulars.”

“Well in that case let’s skip the cruise. I’ve never been on a big ship and the idea of getting seasick on top of this headache scares the hell out of me.”

“It sounds wonderful.” Tara looked at him shyly again. “Frank, are you sure?”

Frank smiled and nodded. “Ok Denae, since you seem to be our travel agent, book it. My wallet’s on the table. Put it on my Am Ex.”

“Thank you Frank,” said Tara softly, kissing him gently.

“My pleasure, hun.”

“You bet your ass it’s gonna be your pleasure,” said Tara in that husky, sultry voice of hers. Frank felt his cock twitch at the sound and its hidden meaning.

For the second time Denae found herself exceedingly jealous of Tara, and it wasn’t just because she was going to Caribbean.

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Frank’s head was finally feeling better. Though he still had the dull throb, it only flared up when he strained his eyes, like working on his computer or reading for too long. He was excited and really looking forward to his upcoming getaway with Tara. He’d just gotten their tickets and a promo pack from the resort, and decided to pop over to Tara’s to show her where they’d be staying.

He knocked on the door and heard Tara’s voice call out, “Come on in!” He shrugged and opened the door. And walked in. Tara wasn’t in the living room so he threw his coat on the couch and headed to the kitchen. Not seeing her there he headed for the hall when Tara came around the corner.

“Well what do you think?” asked Tara. Just as quickly she let out a shriek. “Frank! What are you doing here?” With that she jumped back into the hallway, hiding so that just her head peeked around the corner.

“Well I got the brochure and tickets from the resort so I thought I’d come over and show em to you.”

“Wait in the living room a minute,” snapped Tara.

Frank sat down on the couch and a couple seconds later Tara came out wearing a black silk rob. Frank was puzzled. Why the shyness? “What’s wrong? I’ve seen you naked a few times you know.”

Tara giggled. “No not that. Denae ordered a few new swimsuits for me and I was trying them on. They are supposed to be a surprise for you. I thought you were Denae’s roommate.”

“Ok, so I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Do you have one on under that robe right now?”

“No I took it off,” said Tara. Slowly Tara pulled the knot which held the silk robe closed and slowly parted the robe open. She stood with her hands on her hips, legs slightly spread, directly in front he Frank, displaying her glorious naked body. Her skin was a deep bronze, so dark it glowed.

“Um, someone’s been tanning,” said Frank appreciatively.

“That’s not all,” she said. Walking up to him, Tara took his hand and slid it down her body and between her legs. Frank was shocked at how soft her mound was, her pussy feeling as if it were covered in silk. “I got a fresh wax job this morning. Figured I’d just have em take it all off.”

“Soft,” was all Frank could say. He let a finger find its way between her pussy lips and drug it up to caress her clit. She sighed. Frank took Tara firmly by the hips and pulled her to the couch. Before she had time to form a protest, Frank dropped his face between her thighs and began to softly lap at her smooth pussy. He licked her inner thighs and the smooth mound which surrounded her supple lips. He let his tongue circle her hardening clit and gently sucked her lips into his mouth, tasting the sweet juices that were starting to collect upon them. He slowly licked down under her pussy until his tongue traced across her caramel asshole, which was as soft and hair-free as the rest of her. At that point she grabbed his head and pulled him up.

“Oh fuck Frank, you gotta stop,” she said. “Why?” asked Frank petulantly.

“Hey Tara, watcha doin?” Frank instantly recognized Denae’s voice from down the hall.

“That’s why,” said Tara, sitting up and closing her robe. “Sorry.”

“Hey Tara,” said Denae coming down the hallway, “This one is totally see through when it’s wet. See?”

At that point Denae came bounding into the living room and slid to a stop, startled to see Frank sitting there. She was dripping wet, apparently having just got out of the shower. She was wearing an extremely small purple bikini that left very little to the imagination. What little it did conceal was revealed as the material had turned completely shear from the water she had doused herself with.

Frank could clearly make out her small dark nipples, poking obscenely through the wet material. The bottom had likewise disappeared and he could make out the small strip of blonde hair and the outlines of her thin pussy lips. The material was so sheer he could even make out the hard nub of her clit, poking out as if begging to be sucked.

“Oh fuck,” she said, covering her self with her hands, “Sorry I didn’t know Frank was here.”

“Um, nice suit,” was all Frank could say.

“Yeah, well it’s actually Tara’s. I’m just joining the fun,” stammered Denae.

“Why so shy?” teased Tara. “You’ve never had a problem showing you body to guys before.”

“Oh fuck off, Tara. He just startled me, that’s all.”

With that Denae turned and left the room, wiggling her ass as she did. Frank couldn’t help but stare at the cute round bottom as she left the room. As soon as she was gone, Tara pounced on Frank, kissing him deeply and hungrily.

“Damn Frank, have I mentioned how much I love it when you lick my pussy?”

“A time or two,” said Frank. “Tara you’re too much for me, you know that?”

“Okay, that’s a rule for this week,” she said firmly. “You are not allowed to talk about our age differences for this entire vacation. Just remember that every forty year old guy on that beach is going to be wishing they were you. Just relish it, and let me relish you treating me like a princess.”

“How do you know I’m going to treat you like a princess?

“Because you always do,” said Tara as she kissed him on the nose. “Now let’s look at those brochures.”

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Four days later they were sitting in first class on a 747, sipping champagne and bidding adieu to the blistery winter weather of Minnesota. Frank’s head started to hurt again as the cabin pressurized, but once they were airborne and his body had time to adjust, the pain subsided. Now he sat trying to figure out the new camcorder he had bought for the trip, and he wasn’t having much luck.

“Damn thing,” he said in frustration, jamming it back in the case. “I give up. I’ll figure it out later.”

Tara giggled and laid her head on his should, her arms wrapping around his left arm and hugging it tightly. Frank smiled and caressed her hair. There wasn’t much of the serious, mature Tara showing today, for she was filled with girlish excitement which she was barely able to contain.

“Frank, thank you,” she said with a sigh.

“For what, being a complete schmuck with electronics?”

“Don’t be facetious, Frank. No, I mean for taking me along. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. I’ve always wanted to go to some place exotic.”

“I’m sure you’ll fit right in with all the other exotic beauties.” Frank could only imagine how she’d look wearing the see through bathing suit Denae had tried on. Funny, as hot as Denae was, his thoughts weren’t on how she had looked in the suit, but rather imagining how Tara would look in it.

“I’m gonna get some sleep Frank.”

“Good idea hun, I think I’ll join you.” With that, Frank drifted off to sleep.

A jolt of turbulence woke him. Glancing to his left he saw Tara, seat back, curled slightly on her left side, asleep. He resisted the temptation to reach out and touch her, not wanting to wake her. Blinking his eyes he looked at his watch and realize he’d slept for almost two hours. The sky outside was dark and the lights in the cabin were turned down. Becoming fully aware of his surroundings, he realized that his tray was down and sitting on it was his camera.

On the camera was a folded note. He opened the note and read it. “Frank, I think I got this figured out. Turn it on and hit the play button. Make sure no one else can see the screen and use your headphones! Tara.”

Frank glanced first at Tara, then at the camera. What had she been up to? He glanced around the first class cabin to see what the other passengers were up to. Everyone appeared to be sleeping, except the kid sitting across the aisle, but he was too engrossed in his video game to notice anything else. The seats directly behind them were empty. Curiosity took control and he picked up the camera. He fumbled in his bag for his headphones and plugged them in. Angling his body so that the small screen was facing the window, he reached out and hit the play button.

The small LCD screen flashed to life and he saw Tara’s smiling face, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Frank, if you don’t have you headphones on, you better stop right now.” The picture bumped as she set the camera down. Frank could see now that she was in one of the airplane’s lavatories, the camera apparently now sitting on the sink. The picture started to widen out and Tara wiggled the remote at the camera. When she licked her lips and started to cup her breasts, Frank quickly shot a glance over at the slumbering Tara.

“Don’t look at me, Frank,” whispered Tara’s voice in his ear, “watch the screen.” Frank snapped his attention back to the action unfolding on the 2 ½ inch screen in his hand.

Slowly Tara pulled down the straps of her green tank dress, revealing the lime green lace bra she wore beneath. Frank watch enrapt as she unhooked the bra and tossed it to the floor. Her large breasts fell just slightly as they were released from their lace prison. Slowly she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping and caressing them, all the while looking straight into the camera. When she pinched both nipples firmly between her fingers, her eyes closed, her mouth parted, and her velvet tongue came forth to wet her luscious lips.

She pushed the tank dress down to her waist and continued to caress her torso for another few seconds, running her hands over her flat stomach. Next she lifted the skirt of the dress and gathered it around her waist. Frank watched hypnotized as she revealed the skimpy lime panties which barely covered her crotch. She inserted a finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a few agonizing seconds, still staring into the camera lens. It was then that Frank realized he was becoming painfully erect.

She slowly slid the wet finger down her torso, leaving a trail of glistening saliva as it passed through her cleavage. Frank started to squirm as she slid the wet finger under the brief triangle of lace and began to caress her pussy. Tara’s eyes closed again and her head tilted back slightly; then again she looked back straight into the camera. She smiled and licked her lips until they glistened with wetness in the light of the lavatory.

Tara then withdrew her hand and slid the panties down quickly, leaving the dress bunched about her waist. She sat back on the toilet and leaned back. Placing her feet on the sink on either side of the camera. Frank once more squirmed at the pain in his crotch, desperately wishing he could release his cock from its restriction. Tara then began to slowly run her fingers through the folds of her quim. Frank could see the wetness dripping between her fingers. He could see how hot this was making her. It was certainly working him over.

Tara reached out with her wet hand and grabbed the remote and the picture zoomed in to a tight shot of her pussy. Frank reached out and picked up the remote, looking around before raising it to his nose. The musky scent of Tara’s juice still clung to the remote, and his cock throbbed painfully. Looking back at the screen he saw that Tara now had two fingers of one hand buried deeply in her pussy. The other hand furiously circled her glistening clit, which was clearly visible as she pulled back the hood to expose it.

It was all Frank could do not to yank his prick from his pants and start jerking off right there in the middle of first class. The picture on the screen was filled with the visage of Tara’s pussy, frantically working fingers and dripping juices. For what seemed like an eternity she slowly worked her fingers deep into herself while attacking the nub of her clit. She withdrew her fingers and the image of her pussy was replaced by the image of her face, held close to the camera.

“Do you know how hard it is not to moan and scream in here, Frank?” she whispered into the microphone. “I hope you’ve liked the show so far. If you have, you’re gonna love the finale!”

With that she turned around and bent forward, he ass filling the screen. She moved about obviously trying to center herself in the frame, and Frank realized she must be watching the screen over her shoulder. Soon Frank was once more gazing upon the beautiful sight of her bare pussy, this time from the back. Her lips were dark and swollen, her clit was erect and protruding from the hood and above the parted lips was parked the tight caramel star of her asshole. Everything was wet, saturated with her juices. Frank could only image the thick scent of sex which must have hung in the air of the cramped lavatory.

Frank saw Tara’s fingers snaked up between her legs and begin to once more gently rub her clit. Her other hand snaked down over her ass and two fingers slid effortlessly into her hot pussy. She pumped them deep and then pulled them slowly up to spread her juices all over her asshole. She repeated the process three times until her nether hole was fully lubed. Frank could only stare in amazement. Tara dipped once more into her pussy with her middle finger, swirling it around to collect as much fluid as she could, before withdrawing it and presenting it to her ass.

Slowly, firmly, Tara pushed until the sopping digit slid into her asshole to the first knuckle. She paused, the pushed a bit deeper. She withdrew a bit then pushed back in, keeping her pressure firm until she had her finger buried to the last knuckle in her ass. Her remaining fingers she spread her swollen pussy lips apart, revealing the bright pink of her inner folds to the camera. Slowly at first she began to frig her ass, pumping her finger in and out as her other hand ground into her clit with quickening pace and growing pressure. Before long she was matching the pace of both hands, pumping her long finger in and out of the tight ring of her ass and wailing on her clit with abandon. Try though she might to be quite, Frank could hear her muffled panting as she pumped drove herself to orgasm.

When she reached the plateau her whole body locked. She stopped rubbing her clit, stopped frigging her ass. Frank watched as her body convulsed and her asshole clenched around her finger. Through her still splayed labia he could see the muscle of her pussy spasming as the orgasm swept over her. From her inner folds, a last convulsion pushed a small rivulet of juice, which ran slowly down her slit. Catching it with a finger, she gently caressed it across her clit, giving it a parting rub. She slowly withdrew her finger, and Frank watched in wonder as her caramel rosebud twitched twice and closed.

Tara spun around and sat heavily on the toilet. Her bare tits heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She leaned in close to the camera and whispered into the mic, “Frank, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me. The only thing missing was you. With that she kissed the lens and the screen went blank.

Frank looked up to see Tara, still curled in her sleeping position, watching him. “Well?” she asked. Slowly she ran a hand up his leg.

“Fuck Tara, stop it!” he exclaimed. “Don’t touch me or I’ll cum right in my pants!”

“Really?” she asked, and leaned forward. fumbling with the buttons on his pants.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” Frank hissed. Too late though, Tara freed his straining cock from his pants and slammed half of it into her mouth. With the state he was in it took just three strokes of Tara’s hand as two seconds of lashing of her tongue to make Frank explode into her mouth. He bit his lip painfully and let his head fall back against the window of the plane as his cum rocketed into her mouth. Tara rolled her tongue over his cock as she took his entire load, somehow swallowing every drop. When he was spent she loving lapped up and down the sides, cleaning the last vestiges of his orgasm away.

Frank looked around the darkened cabin and was surprised to see everyone still sleeping, oblivious to the oral attack he had just suffered. That when his eyes met those of the young man across the aisle. He stared at Frank with wide eyes, his jaw dropped open and his video game still poise in his hands as if frozen by the sight. He dropped his eyes slightly and Frank followed his gaze, realizing that Tara’s skirt had hiked up and her ass was totally exposed to the boy, and probably more if she hadn’t put her panties back on. He saw Tara licking up and down Frank’s shaft and looked back up at Frank with a look of shocked amazement.

Tara put his cock back in his pants and sat back in her seat, licking her lips sexily. She followed Frank’s eyes to look at the staring young man, who turned instantly red. Far from being embarrassed, Tara flirtatiously blew him a kiss, and pulled the Skymall catalog from the seat back in front of her. The young man, still blushing, dropped his game into the seat next to him and tried to head to the front lavatory with some dignity, his plight made difficult by the straining hard on he now possessed.

Frank chuckled. “I wonder what he’s off to do.”

“You should have offered him the camera,” said Tara sexily.

“Baby, I don’t think he’ll need it after that show you just gave him. That’s a little bold for you, isn’t it?”

“Frank,” said Tara staring seriously into his eyes, “You’re lucky I didn’t mount you!”

Frank laughed and kissed her passionately. “So answer me one question,” Frank asked, “did you put your put your panties back on?”

“No,” Tara said slyly.

“Then our young friend really got a show!”

Tara giggled. “Well I guess he’ll have one hell of a story to tell the frat brothers when he gets home.”

“Must be the stripper in you huh?” said Frank teasingly.

Tara smiled. “You can take the girl out of the strip club, but…”

They landed in Miami and switched to a smaller jet which continued their flight to the small island resort. The flight took another two hours, during which Frank and Tara took every opportunity to stoke each other’s arousal. Tara would lean over Frank to look out the window, slyly dropping a hand into Franks lap to grasp his cock. Frank slid his hand under Tara’s tray table and slowly stroked her bare thigh, sliding his hand up her skirt but stopping just shy of her pantiless crotch. In response to this, Tara pulled ice cubes out of her drink and began to suck on them, swirling her tongue around the quickly melting ice cubes.

Frank watched in amusement until he noticed the blonde woman sitting across the isle staring in their direction. Frank made eye contact with her, and the woman quickly dropped her eyes back to her book. Frank wondered how long she had been watching them, and smiled as he saw her blush in embarrassment at being caught looking. Suddenly feeling adventuresome, and knowing that most of the other couples on the flight weren’t paying any attention to them, Frank leaned over and kissed Tara deeply. Their tongues twirled the ice cube back and for the between their mouths, and they kissed until it had melted. When it was gone, Tara broke the kiss and quickly popped another ice cube into her mouth. Again they resumed their icy kiss.

Frank slid a hand down her body to caress Tara’s ass. As he did, he peeked one eye through her scarlet hair to look at the blonde across the aisle. He saw her slyly watching them from the corner of her eye, pretending to read her book. Frank continued to caress Tara’s rear, sliding his hand further down to stroke her bare thigh. He saw the blonde’s nipples harden through her satin blouse and her face flushed again. She reached up and turned up the air over her seat, then unbuttoned another button on her blouse. As she brought her hand down she clandestinely caressed her breast and hardened nipple.

Frank continued to kiss Tara, dropping his lips to her neck, inhaling her strawberry scented hair. “Is she watching us?” whispered Tara in Frank’s ear.

“Yep,” said Frank in her ear.

“That is so hot,” she said.

Frank chuckled lightly. “I didn’t know you had an exhibitionist side to you,” he whispered.

“Neither did I,” she replied softly, “but I guess so. I’d suggest we give her a better show, but no one’s sleeping on this flight.”

“I might be able to work something up.” Frank then pulled Tara closer to him so that her legs were crossed toward him, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs to just below her buttocks. He then kissed her again and took another ice cube from the glass. Instead of bringing it to their mouths, he placed it on the back of her thigh, just above the knee. Tara gasped into his mouth at the cold touch, a gasp that dissolved into a slight moan as he slid the melting ice cube up her thigh. He moved his lips back to her neck so he could watch the blonde woman through the veil of Tara’s hair. Her book was shaking and she was now staring at the ice cube as it slowly climbed Tara’s bare thigh.

Frank smiled as the blonde licked her lips, her breathing becoming quickened. Frank continued to slide the cube up her thigh, and when he reached the hem of her skirt, his ascent did not stop. He slid the cube deftly under Tara’s skirt and between her thighs, lodging it firmly against her bare pussy. Tara’s head snapped back and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. The blonde promptly dropped her book into the aisle and it slid across to rest by Tara’s seat.

As she scrambled for it, Tara uncoiled with the fluidity and grace of the professional dancer in one motion. “I’ll get it,” she said sweetly. She bent low and picked up the book, handing it to the blonde. As she reached across the aisle, Tara stayed bent, giving the blonde a great shot of her ample cleavage.

“Thank you,” the blonde stammered.

“My pleasure,” Tara replied. With a wink Tara sat back and curled back up in Frank’s arms. The blonde put the book in the empty seat next to her and stood up quickly, looking around for the lavatory. Finding the right direction, she headed off at a brisk pace.

Frank chuckled. “Well that’s the second person you’ve sent running for the bathroom to relieve some tension.”

Tara giggled. “That one was all you Frank.”

“Oh I don’t know. It was your ass she was staring at, not mine.”

“Really?” said Tara. “You know, I used to get a real charge out of the girls who’d come into the club and watch me dance.”

“Oh really?” said Frank teasingly. “So we’ve been experimenting in college with our sexuality?”

Tara blushed prettily. “Once or twice. I had a roommate one year who was a lesbian, actually. And before you ask, no we never did it. But I did watch wind up watching her and her girlfriend one night. I have to admit it was pretty erotic.”

“And you didn’t join in?”

“No,” she said rolling her eyes, “I didn’t.”

“So who did you experiment with? Some girl from the club?” Frank was starting to get very aroused by this train of conversation.

Tara smiled lustily at him. “Look Frank, if I tell you that story you’re gonna rip my clothes off right here on the plane. I’ll tell you all about it later. Let’s just say I liked it but I like boys better. It’s just not the same. Still it’s very exciting to me that women find me attractive. I mean it’s the ultimate compliment when another woman finds you arousing, especially if she’s beautiful herself.”

“Well the blonde across the way might fall into that category.”

“Yeah,” said Tara looking over at the empty seat, “she was pretty hot, wasn’t she? SO you think I should grab the camera and head back to the lavatory? Offer to give her a hand?”

Frank was about to answer when the stewardess came over the speaker announcing their descent. Frank snapped his fingers. “Aw shucks. Maybe next time.”

Tara giggled and fastened her seat belt. The blonde returned to her seat and struggled to look straight ahead or out the window, anywhere but at Frank and Tara. Frank could tell she was still a bit flushed and could detect just the hint of a smile on her face. As she stowed her bag under the seat in front of her, he noticed her slide a handful of cloth into the bag. He couldn’t be sure from the quick glance, but his instincts told him those must have been her panties. Frank bet she had soaked them through watching him and Tara. So far this was starting off to be one hell of a weekend.

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The island was of course, gorgeous. The lush foliage, the high majestic palm trees, and the brilliant blue of the water; all these were new and exciting. Frank reveled in Tara’s delight, realizing that unlike his ex-wife, Tara fully appreciated everything he was doing for her. The simple acknowledgement that he had done something special meant more to him than anything Tara could say or do or give him in return.

The island was a private one, devoted strictly to the resort, its 50 room hotel, and all the other facilities which accompanied it. A marina, half a dozen private bungalows, 3 beaches, and a small airport were the few structures which dotted the island. There was a small apartment complex which housed the local workers for the hotel, but no local village, per say. The resort was exquisite, built with style and grandeur, and featured a gorgeous dining room with a four star chef, a marble columned swimming pool, a full service spa and a small lounge. There was very little shopping on the island, though daily boat trips were available to take guests to other islands for shopping and entertainment opportunities at other nearby resorts. This wasn’t your standard commercial resort; it was designed for quiet and privacy.

There was also a carefully maintained series of nature trails which wound their way through the thick jungle which covered the small island. When the resort had been built, the owner had taken great pains to maintain as much of the natural habitat as possible, thus maintaining the natural beauty of a Caribbean paradise.

Their room was amazing. The foyer opened into a sunken living room with floors of white marble. Against one wall was a fireplace and in front of it a seating area with a sofa and two thickly padded chairs, all in an off white leather. Centering the room was a gorgeous Persian rug which swirled with a myriad of pale blues and silvers. Opposite the fireplace was a wet bar which looked well stocked, not your typical hotel minibar. The entire wall directly opposite the main entrance was made of glass, split by twin French doors of silver and glass which stood open to admit the ocean breeze. Shear white curtains fluttered about the opened doors. Beyond them was a terrace, complete with a pair of chaise lounge chairs and seclude from the neighboring terraces with ivy.

Just beyond the fireplace was the entrance to the bedroom. A huge king-size bed with a canopy of white satin dominated the bedroom, the floor of which was covered in a thick plush white carpet. The bedroom opened into the bathroom. This time a pale blue marble covered the floor and walls. Twin sinks with polished chrome fixtures ran along one wall while the other side of the room was dominated by a large marble tub. Set further back in the room was a cylindrical glass shower.

“Um, Frank?” asked Tara after silently examining the room. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Like what?” asked Frank in confusion.

“Are you like king of this island? Filthy rich, perhaps? I mean, I’m just spit balling here, but I dare say this room cost a fortune.”

“Well, it was a bit spendy.”

“How much?” asked Tara.

“Now Tara,” Frank said frowning, “I’m not telling you that. Just don’t worry about it.”

“Frank,” she said forcefully, her hands on her hips.

“Well, I guess it was about $800 a day, but remember that covers everything.”

“$800 a day!” exclaimed Tara. “Are you fucking nuts Frank?”

Frank smiled. “No worries, it’s all taken care of.”

“What are you planning on pimping us out to cover the bill, because I got news for you Frank, you’re gonna have to pitch in and help to raise that much.”

Frank laughed. “No dear, though I daresay you could make that much in an hour should you ever decide on a career change.” He came up to put his arms around her.

Tara pushed him back. “I’m serious Frank! That’s way too much to spend on me. I mean, I’ll admit I love it here, but come on Frank. It’s just too much.”

Tara frowned. “Look Frank, this kind of place, it just implies too much. I mean, we aren’t in a serious relationship and you spend that kinda money to take me somewhere? It’s too much. Too much pressure.”

Frank smiled. “OK, now I understand. Don’t worry dear, no pressure for anything more than we’ve already discussed.” He tilted her chin up to look at him. “Look, remember that little punk who popped me? Well his daddy just does happen to be loaded. He contacted me wanting to head off a lawsuit. Hell I hadn’t even thought about suing, but apparently Ron had. He had contacted the boy claiming to represent me. When he told Ron told me I was pissed; I wasn’t gonna sue anyone over something that happened on the ice, even if it was deliberate.

“Well, the guy actually came to see me and apologize for his son. Much to Ron’s chagrin I told him I wasn’t gonna sue him. The guy said he respected that a great deal and wanted to pay my medical bills anyway. As it turns out, he also owns some big travel agency, and offered me a trip anywhere I wanted to recuperate. When I told him I was thinking Caribbean, he put this deal together. So you see my dear, this whole trip is free.”

“Well, not really,” said Frank, wincing. “I guess I did have to take one hell of a shot to get it. So are we cool then?”

“Actually,” said Tara smiling, “this heat is killing me. I think we should take off some of these clothes, don’t you?”

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Their first few days had been spent lounging on the beach, swimming in the sapphire waters of the lagoon and fucking on every horizontal surface in the room. Now it was time for something different. Frank had wanted to get away from the other guests so they decided to take a walk on the nature trails. They headed out, Frank wearing shorts and a loose cotton skirt, Tara one of her new bikinis and a tank top and thin shirt. They set off holding hands and walking slowly through the jungle. Colorful birds flew about the trees and bright flowers broke up the green of the broad jungle plants. There was peace and wonder, and not a soul around.

“Frank, I don’t know if it’s the Caribbean air or just my inner slut talking here,” said Tara, “but I have this uncontrollable desire to rip of your shorts and do you right here in the middle of the trail. What say we leave the trail here and see if we can find some nice secluded place.”

Frank looked around. “Well, how can I say no to that?”

They left the trail and started to pick their way through the dense jungle foliage. After about 10 minutes they came upon a scene that was like something out of a fairy tale. Before them was a small pool, maybe 60 feet across, filled with crystal clear water. The source of the pond was a small waterfall which stood at one end. Probably no more than 25 or 30 feet high, the water cascaded gently into the pool in a solid sheet, creating a wall of liquid glass against the moss covered rock wall behind it. The water bled off into a small stream which headed off toward the sea.

“Feel like a swim?” asked Frank.

“I thought you’d never ask.” With that Tara peeled off her tank top and skirt and dove into the water. She was wearing the purple micro bikini that Frank had seen Danae wearing back in Minneapolis, and as soon as it became wet, it practically disappeared.

Frank watched as Tara floated on her back. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the now translucent fabric, and he could just barely make out the fleshy outline of her slit. Smiling, Frank peeled off his top and his shorts to reveal the skin tight Speedo he wore beneath it.

“Oh my gawd!” Tara exclaimed, swimming over to look up at Frank. “Where did you get that thing?”

Frank chuckled. “A present from Danae. I found it in my bag when we got here.”

The small black Speedo had looked about three sizes too small. He stood on the bank of the pool, feeling suddenly self-conscious and wishing he hadn’t worn the damned thing. “Oh my, Frank, that is so sexy!”

“Bullshit! I look ridiculous in this thing.” He said, disgustedly.

“I love the way it frames your cock. It’s almost like it’s alive!” Tara reached up and ran her fingernails across the bulging outline of his dick. His cock started to rise at her touch, stretching the fabric of the suit even further.

Frank lowered himself into the pool and into Tara’s waiting arms. Their lips met ins a firm yet tender kiss. They floated in each others arms, kissing and caressing. The water of the pool was only about 5 feet deep, and was crisp and clean as Frank licked it off of Tara’s skin, obviously coming from some spring or another rather than the salty sea. He suckled and nipped at her nipples through the thin fabric of the swimsuit as he lifted her out of the water, his hands cupping her supple ass.

Tara reached up and pulled off the useless bikini top, tossing it to the bank with their other clothes, and wrapped her legs around Frank’s waist. Frank caressed her bare ass and she leaned back, floating as she ground her lycra clad pussy against his spandex covered cock. Her hair spread out like a crimson halo in the water and her breasts broke the surface of the water, her nipples pointing skyward and aching to be caressed. Frank obliged, gently squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

Tara moaned and caressed his strong forearms, then reaching up and pulling his head toward her chest. Frank licked and sucked at her hardened nipples, suckling the sweet spring water from her bare breasts. His hands caressed down her sides and he found the ties on her bikini bottom. With a single pull the g-string came free and he tossed it casually to the bank. Following his lead, Tara struggled to pull the tight Speedo off his muscular legs and with a bit of help from Frank, added it to the pile of clothing on the back of the pool. She reached down and lovingly stroked his now rigid 10 inch cock. Frank dropped his hand to her crotch and ran a single finger up her soft, bare slit. He smiled at the slick wetness of it, her juices over powering even immersion in the pool.

Tara wrapped her legs about Frank’s waist again and guided the head of his cock to her pussy. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him, and he began to slide into her slowly. As wet as she was, he always had a bit of a time getting into her tight cunt, and the water was making it more difficult by washing away some of her natural lubrication. Still after a few slow yet firm strokes, he was buried to the hilt in her delicious pussy. The stayed that way, their lips locked in a slow lingering kiss, for what seemed like hours. Finally Tara started to move, grinding her hips in circular motions. Frank then began to slowly move her hips back and forth, stroking her along the length of his shaft.

After a few minutes Tara broke her lip lock on Frank’s neck and looked into his eyes. “Carry me over there. I want you to fuck me under the waterfall.” She was panting, endlessly kissing his neck.

Frank carried her slowly through the water of the shallow pool. Tara continued to grind her hips against him as they moved, stroking his cock and keeping him aroused. They reached the waterfall and found the water to be only a waist deep. There they stood for a few minute, the water slamming down onto them as they kissed and caressed. Tara leaned back and found there was a small air pocket between the water wall and the rock wall behind it. She leaned back against the soft moss which covered the rock.

“Fuck me, Frank. Deeper,” she moaned.

Frank lifted one leg up over his shoulder while the other stayed around his waist, and adjusting his angle, thrust deeper into her. The head of his large cock lodged tightly against the back wall of her pussy, causing her to gasp and grab his shoulders in surprise.

“Oh yeah Frank, that’s it! Fuck me baby. Harder.”

Her inner slut was definitely out and in control today, which was just fine to Frank. His normal disposition as a passionate, gentle lover was gone, replaced by a feral lust. The raw animalistic sensations that had been aroused in both of them must have been caused by the untamed wild of this area, the natural instincts to mate replacing their artificial inhibitions and leading them to a total release of sexual energy. Frank pounded into her pussy, ignoring the water which hammered his face, taking his breath away. Tara’s fingers clawed at his arms and back and he savagely gripped her ass. As Frank leaned through the water to catch a breath and saw Tara staring at him, her eyes on fire with animalistic passion. Her scarlet hair hard turned to a dark blood red which clung to her and whipped about as they coupled, enhancing the raw sexuality which radiated from her like an uncontrollable force.

“Yeah Frank, fuck me. Fuck me with that big monster cock of yours. Stretch me till I hurt Frank.” She was growling through clenched teeth and it was too much for him. He leaned through the water and pinned her roughly to the moss covered rock. She grunted as the rocks dug into her back and drove her fingernails into his ass, trying to pull him deeper. Roughly grabbed a breast and squeezed her nipple roughly, just like she liked. Tara responded by sinking her teeth into his shoulder and neck.

With a guttural growl, Frank exploded inside her. The force of his cum shot send Tara over the edge too. As their orgasms rocked their bodies they growled, spasmed and clawed at each other, fingers leaving red marks. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock and he unleashed his seed into her and when their orgasms subsided, Frank collapsed into Tara’s arms. They stood there, Frank’s torso crushing her deliciously against the moss covered rock, growling into each other’s necks as they tried to catch their breaths behind the water fall. The water crashed across Frank’s back and mist covered their faces. Finally, Tara started to chuckle.

“Holy shit,” she said, still short of breath, “so that’s what they mean by Jungle Fucking.”

“Literally,” Frank replied to the pun. He reached up and stroked a strand of hair from her face, is gentleness returning. “I’m sorry Tara, did I hurt you? I don’t know I just kinda lost control.”

“You and me both,” she said. “My head is still spinning. Wow, must be something in the air.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that. Or me, for that matter.”

“Caribbean air, the jungle paradise, doing it under a waterfall; I guess it brings out the animal in us,” said Tara. “Fuck Frank, when I felt you cum it was like a bomb went off in my body. I just exploded when I came.”

“Well, I can honestly say this was one in a million. How many people actually get to fuck under a waterfall?

Tara laughed. “I daresay everyone who finds this place?”

Frank laughed. “You’re probably right. Still, I can honestly say I’ll never forget this day.”

“Me either,” said Tara with sudden tenderness. She kissed Frank softly on the lips, all traces of the animalistic lust gone. “Thank you, Frank.”

“You’re welcome, Tara.” With a sigh and another kiss he said, “we should probably be getting back, eh?”

“Tara sighed and unwrapped her legs from his torso. As they headed back to their clothes, Frank thought he saw a figure duck back into the jungle. A flash of blonde hair and thin legs. Frank looked out of the corner of his eye as he bent to pick up his cloths and got a good view of their voyeur. It was her alright.

“Hey Tara,” he whispered, “don’t look now but our blonde friend from the flight in is here.”

“Where?” she replied softly.

“Over there, in the trees.”

“Hmm. Should we give her a show?” Tara was obviously getting into exploring her exhibitionist side. Frank however, wasn’t so sure.

“I think she’s seen enough,” he said. He glanced back to where he had seen her and noticed the greenery rustling. “Looks like she has retreated to the safety of the jungle.”

At the word jungle, Tara raised her head and looked around, giggling. “What’s so funny?” asked Frank.

“Wait until I tell Danae I really got Jungle Fucked,” she said.

Frank just groaned and shook his head.

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They were getting ready for dinner when there was knock on their door. Frank opened the door and took the envelope from the waiting bellman. He opened it to find a CD and a note. Intrigued, he crossed to where his computer was hooked up and popped the disk in.

“Who was that?” asked Tara, coming out of the bedroom.

Frank’s eyes popped when he saw her. She wore a long simple dress of black silk which flowed around her as she walked like liquid obsidian. The low-cut neckline was studded with rhinestones and the way it showed her ample breasts was alluring yet not too revealing. Her nipples stood out clearly, but in a way that was beautiful and natural, rather than obscene. “Wow!” was all he could say.

“You like?” she asked with a girlish grin, and twirled slowly. “I was lamenting to one of the ladies downstairs that I hadn’t brought anything elegant enough for the dining room, and she drug me over to the concierge. He had a catalogues from a couple of shops on nearby islands. They actually let me pick out three different dresses and had them sent over yesterday to try on. Then when I found the one I wanted, they just charged it to the room and our friend in Minneapolis.”

“Well I’m sure he’d agree its worth whatever it cost him!” The back was cut so low that if it were but two inches lower you’d be able to see the cleft of Tara’s ass. The slit up the side slid just enough to reveal the lacey top of the thigh high black stockings she wore. “Tara you look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you, Frank,” she said blushing. “I was just sitting there the other night looking around at all those ladies in these gorgeous dresses and I felt really underdressed. I mean, believe me I know I look good in my little red dress and all, but I just wanted something older looking. This just makes me feel more grown up, I guess.”

“Well, whatever makes you happy,” he said. “I never really thought there was anything wrong with what you had been wearing, but I’ll admit you certainly do look like a lady of means in that dress. I hope I can make myself presentable enough to be seen with you.”

“I believe you can handle it,” she said walking up and kissing him sweetly. “So, what’s this you’re looking at? Porn?” She looked over his shoulder with keen interest. The screen showed a picture of two people locked in a passionate embrace in the middle of a swimming pool or something.

“Kinda,” said Frank, hitting the next key. The screen dissolved into a close-up of Tara floating on her back, her breasts reaching skyward as Frank’s hands supported her waist.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “Where’d you get these?”

Frank handed her the note. She quickly read it.

Hello. First off I must say that you are two of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I feel horribly embarrassed, but I must admit that I have invaded your privacy. Earlier today I was exploring the jungle, taking photographs, when I came upon you making love in the waterfall pool. I was overcome by the beauty and passion of the scene before me. I could not help myself and I began to photograph you. I was entranced by you, your passion for each other was breathtaking. I continued clicking away, capturing the scene before me. It was purely instinct.

When I returned to my room and began to look through the pictures, I was again overcome by the passion I saw displayed before me. Almost as suddenly though, I was overcome with remorse. It was wrong of me and unfair to intrude upon such a personal moment of intimacy. I destroyed the files, erasing them from my camera and computer. Before I did though, I had to burn a CD of them so that you could see for yourself how beautiful you are together. This is the only remaining copy of these files. Again I apologize for my intrusion and hope you will forgive my momentary lapse of reason. Chalk it up to being overcome by the strength of your passion.

Sincerely, an unwitting voyeur.

“Wow,” said Tara. “If that’s not the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten I don’t know what is. What could top that?”

“You’ve obviously never had a stripper have an orgasm while giving you a lap dance,” Frank said slyly.

Tara glared at him drolly. “Touché. So you think this was our blonde friend from the airplane?”

“Oh I do believe so,” said Frank.

“Well, you better go get dressed for dinner”

As Frank got up, Tara slid into his place. “What are you gonna do?” he asked.

“I’m gonna see how hot we really are.” With a wink Tara began to peruse the photos on the CD. Frank went off to change, fighting the urge to slide in next to Tara for a viewing of his own.

Walking into the dining room with a beauty half his age was certainly good for Frank’s ego. Tonight she was a picture of elegance that would have made a king leave his queen, yet sexy enough to turned a gay man straight. The were shown to a small table and ordered wine and dinner. As they ate, a lady who looked to be in her late 50’s stopped and touched Tara on the shoulder. Tara stood and kissed the lady on both cheeks.

“Frank this is Countess Debarge. She’s the lady who helped me procure this dress.”

Frank stood and kissed the lady’s hand. “It is a pleasure, Countess, and I must say thank you for helping Tara to feel more at home in these surroundings.”

“Nonsense,” said the Countess, “the young woman was being silly. It wasn’t like she was walking around with half her behind hanging out, looking like some little tart, as most young women do these days. Running around flaunting your body is fine for the beach, but I find our youth today highly lacking in appropriate behavior in more formal social settings, such as this. Personally, I found her celebration of her youth to be quite tasteful and refreshing. Still, I must say my dear you do look positively ravishing in that gown.”

“Thank you, Countess,” Tara said blushing.

“Well, I must let you get back to your meal It was a pleasure to meet you Frank.”

“The pleasure was mine,” he said, once more kissing her hand.

“Quite charming, isn’t he?” she said to Tara with a wink. Tara blushed more fiercely and the Countess continued on her way out of the dinging room.

“So now we’re hobnobbing with royalty, eh?” said Frank teasingly.

“She’s so sweet, really. I met her at the spa the other day. She mentioned that she was a regular here and I commented that I was considering going shopping because I didn’t have anything to wear, blah blah blah. You know the rest.”

“And when did you find out she was a Countess?” asked Frank smiling.

“When the Concierge called her Countess. Turns out she was married to some Count in France, or Spain or something, I don’t recall.”

Frank chuckled, “Funny, I didn’t catch any accent.”

“Well, she’s originally from Miami. When her husband died, she turned over the estate to her son and moved back to Miami.”

“Ah, I see,” said Frank, distractedly. He had noticed the blonde from the plane sitting at a nearby table. She was barely eating and kept looking over as if she couldn’t keep her eyes off the pair.

“Frank are you listening to me?” asked Tara a bit perturbed.

“Sorry hun,” he said. “Our friend is over at the table to your left and she appears to be having a hard time keeping her eyes on her own paper, as it were.”

“Really,” Tara drawled. She then made a show of crossing her legs and sliding the gown’s skirt to the side. The slit parted around her leg to reveal the top of a lacey stoking and the black satin strap of a garter. Frank wasn’t sure about the blonde, but he knew what it did to him. His cock gave a massive throb and started to stiffen.

“Oh man, Tara,” said Frank, “that’s not fair. Don’t you think this poor woman has suffered enough? Do you have to torture her?”

Tara giggled. “I can’t help myself,” she whispered conspiratorially, “The thought of teasing her is just turning me on. Maybe I am an exhibitionist.”

“Is there therapy for that?” asked Frank mockingly.

“Yep,” she said, “but the only way I know to break the habit is to abstain from sex completely. Shall I try that, Frank?”

“Alright,” he said defeated, “you win. Tease away.”

They finished their meal and got up to leave. When they got to the door, Tara stopped and looked back at the room. “Frank how sure are you that the blonde was the mystery photographer?”

“I got a pretty good look at her at the pool,” he said. “Why?”

“Just curious,” she said. “Say Frank, I’m gonna check and see if I can get in for a massage tomorrow. Why don’t you head upstairs and order some champagne. I feel like something sparkly tonight.”

“OK babe, whatever you want.” He kissed her, being careful not to smear the bright pink lipstick she wore, and headed up to the room.

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The door opened and Frank came out of the bedroom to meet Tara. He was wearing a black silk robe and a pair of black silk boxers. She he came around the corner he was shocked to see that she was not alone. Standing there in the foyer with her was the blonde.

“Hey Frank, I’d like you to meet Colleen.”

She reached out and took the blonde’s hand, pulling her into the living room. Frank crossed the distance and took Colleen’s hand and kissed it. “Welcome,” he said. Colleen was a deep shade of red and almost squirming under his eyes.

“Frank, get us a drink,” said Tara, “while we go sit down.” She took the girl’s hand and led her down in to the sunken living room and placed her on the couch, curling up beside her. Frank returned and handed the two women glasses of champagne and sat in one of the leather chairs, careful to take the one next to Tara so Colleen wouldn’t feel trapped. He wasn’t sure what Tara was up to, but this should be interesting.

“So Colleen, are you a professional photographer?” asked Frank playfully. He didn’t want to scare her, but he wasn’t going to let her off that easily.

“Um, no,” said Colleen, “I’m a travel writer, actually. I’m reviewing the resort for my company.”

“Well, You should consider a career change,” he said. “Those photos you took of us were very well done.”

Colleen looked ready to cry. “Look Frank, I’m so sorry. Tara said it was ok, but I still feel really bad. I never meant to invade your privacy and I wasn’t stalking you. It’s just that, well something just happened.”

“Kinda like on the plane?” asked Frank.

Colleen looked stunned. “You knew I was watching you?”

Tara giggled. “Yeah we did,” she said. “I have to admit, I found it extremely erotic knowing you were watching us.”

“It’s really OK, Colleen,” said Frank leaning forward. “We were showing off as much for you on that plane as you were watching us. I don’t think either Tara or I are really exhibitionists, but I have to admit it was strangely arousing. Maybe it’s something about this place.”

Colleen smiled. “It does seem to be charged with positive energy, doesn’t it? I mean, I’ve been horny ever since I got here.”

“You know, Colleen,” said Tara soothingly, “as far as fetishes go, being a voyeur is pretty tame.”

“Well,” said Colleen again being very shy, “I’m really not much of a voyeur. I don’t look at porn or anything. There was just something about you on that plane that got me really hot. Then at the pool, well…”

“What, Colleen?” said Tara. She was obviously using her psychologist voice and it was working.

“Well,” Colleen said shyly, “I think you had a lot to do with it Tara. No offense Frank, you’re a really attractive guy, but I’m not into guys. I’m more into girls.”

“So you’re a lesbian?” asked Frank calmly. Colleen nodded. “Well I can certainly see why you’d be attracted to Tara. But you keep saying it was watching us that got you so hot. Was it us, or just her?”

“Oh no,” Colleen said quickly, “it was definitely seeing you two together. I mean Tara’s obviously a knock out, but there was something about watching you to that just really turned me on. That’s what’s so weird, usually watching a man and woman go at it wouldn’t do it for me.”

“So you don’t like men at all?” asked Tara.

“Oh I don’t know,” said Colleen. “I mean, I’ve been with men before, but they just seem to be so clumsy in bed. There’s just something delicate about making love to a woman. It’s just more sensual, I guess.”

“I see,” said Tara.

“Look Tara,” said Colleen setting down her champagne, “can I ask why you brought me up here?”

“I’m a bit curious about that myself,” said Frank, leaning back in his chair.

“Well,” said Tara, as the roles suddenly reversed, “I have to admit that this whole exhibitionist thing is very new to me, but I find it really hot. I guess I thought you might like to watch us, if you want to. I mean close up, without having to hide. If that’s ok with you Frank.”

“You mean you didn’t know she was going to bring me here?” asked Colleen shocked.

“Hell no,” Frank said with a laugh, “I was totally surprised.”

“Well,” said Tara a bit defensively, “I figured if I asked you’d be too embarrassed to agree, even though I know you really want to deep down.”

“Hmmm… I should feel manipulated,” said Frank.

Colleen looked confused. “You mean you two haven’t done this before?”

Tara shook her head. Colleen Continued, “Forgive me, but I thought you two would be very open about things like that. I mean, you seem to have a connection.”

Tara grinned. “Well we haven’t known each other too long.”

“Really?” said Colleen.

Tara laughed. “Gawd no, we’ve just gone out a few times. I mean there’s a connection there, but, well, it’s complicated. You tell her Frank.”

“Me? How am I supposed to explain it? I’m not even I understand it! You’re the psychologist.”

Colleen looked at the pair in confusion. Then spoke softly, “So Tara, you just brought me up to watch?”

Again Tara nodded.

“Well, I’m relieved,” said Colleen. “Kinda”

“Kinda?” asked Frank. “Oh I see. The prospect of having to say no to me because you’re a lesbian…”

“Something like that,” said Colleen shyly.

“Colleen, would you like to hear how we met?” asked Frank. “Maybe that will explain our relationship a little better.”

While Tara refilled the glasses, Frank told the story of their first meeting, the amazing lap dance, and the circumstances surrounding his divorce. Tara interjected her own comments on Frank’s sexual prowess whenever she felt it necessary. When he was done telling his story, he could see that Colleen was flushed.

“So,” Tara said huskily, “what do you think?”

“That’s the hottest story I have ever heard,” said Colleen.

“So would you watch us?” Tara asked. Colleen nodded her head. “Is it OK Frank?”

“Tara, when have I ever been able to tell you no?”

With that, Tara stood, holding out a hand to Colleen. She took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The pair stopped in the doorway and Tara looked back at Frank. “Are you coming?”

Frank stood and slowly crossed the soft Persian rug. Tara sat Colleen in a chair and with a caress to her cheek, turned and headed to the bed. She let the gown fall into a pool of onyx silk at her feet and Frank heard Colleen gasp softly. Tara stood, clad only in a black garter belt and stockings and no panties. Frank had wondered if she had worn any underwear and now he knew for sure.

She climbed into the bed and lay back, her stocking clad legs spread wide to reveal her smooth pussy. It was already wet and glistening in the light of the chandelier. “Let me see it, Frank,” said Tara, slowly starting to touch herself.

Frank let the robe fall from his shoulders, then slowly dropped the silk boxers. Her heard another small gasp from the direction of Colleen, but decided not to look. His cock was now rigid, sticking straight out from his body ready for action. Tara sighed and slid a finger into her pussy and licked her lips. He slowly crawled up the bed and started kissing Tara’s legs through the stockings. He started at her toes and kissed and licked his way up to her dripping pussy. He gave her labia a couple of lingering licks, and one hard suck on her clit before he continued up her stomach. He lingered briefly to suck gently on each nipple and the continued up. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss. Tara was literally burning with passion, her lips so hot to the touch Frank swore she must have a fever.

Tara pushed Frank over on his back and reached a hand down to slowly stroke his cock. She looked over at Colleen. “Colleen, I know you aren’t into guys, but isn’t this the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen.”

Colleen licked her dry lips. “Yes,” she stammered, “yes it is.”

“Would you like to see me suck it?” Tara asked. Frank was shocked at her brashness. She was really getting into this. For Frank, this was a first.

Colleen licked her lips again and nodded. With that Tara slid between Frank’s legs and began to lick his long shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head and then came back down to lick and suck on his balls. As she licked his scrotum she slowly stroked his shaft, which was well lubricated with her saliva. Frank was in heaven. Tara looked over at Colleen, licked her lips again and turned back to drop her mouth over the head of his cock.

As he entered Tara’s hot mouth his head fell back against the pillow. She sucked hard, swirled her tongue against his shaft, and took half of him in and out of her mouth. Tara adjusted her body so that Colleen had a perfect view of him fucking her mouth, then started to slowly play with her slit with her free hand. Frank looked down at the gorgeous creature sucking his prick and realized she wasn’t watching him.

Tara’s eyes were locked on Colleen. The blonde sat, a leg propped on the chair, one hand inside her blouse, the other jammed under her skirt and inside her panties. Her eyes were locked on Tara as she watched the redhead suck his cock and slowly finger fucked her wet pussy. After about 3 minutes of this, Tara let Frank’s cock pop from her mouth.

“I love sucking his cock, Colleen. You know, Frank’s the only guy I’ve ever been with who’s cum tastes sweet. So help me, it tastes sweet.”

“Not half as sweet as your pussy, Tara,” replied Frank. At this comment Colleen let out a moan. And Tara looked up at Frank with a really naughty look. She took her fingers from her snatch and slowly crawled up Frank’s body.

“You know Frank,” she said in a low husky voice, “I know it turned you on when we were talking about my experimentation with other girls, right?”

“Uh-huh,” replied Frank, wondering what she was up to.

Tara continued, looking over at Colleen. “Well, our guest is obviously a little hot herself, and I think she’s made it clear which of us she’s interested in.” Tara looked back up into Frank’s eyes. “How would you feel about a little show? I mean, would it bother you to see me with another girl?”

“Bother me?” asked Frank perplexed. “Oh, I think I could contain my jealousy.” His smile conveying his sarcasm.

Tara rolled off the bed and languidly crossed the carpet to stand before Colleen. “Well, Colleen, would you mind if Frank watched us make love? That is, if you want to make love with me.”

“Are you serious?” asked Colleen. Tara reached out a hand and pulled Colleen to her feet. In one move she pulled the blonde into a tender, passionate kiss. Colleen moaned as she wrapped her arms around Tara. She broke the kiss and looked into Tara’s eyes. “Tara, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you told me you weren’t into girls.”

“No,” corrected Tara, “I said I wasn’t bisexual. I haven’t been with a girl for years, nor really had any desire to. I guess it’s the Caribbean air or something, but I want to. I want you, Colleen.”

Colleen looked over at Frank. “Frank? You’re OK with this?”

“Just don’t make sure you leave some for me,” he said with a smile. Colleen nodded and let Tara lead her to the bed.

She lifted Colleen’s blouse over her head, then released the white lace bra. Colleen’s tits barely moved as their lace captor fell to the floor. They were a firm and smooth b-cup, topped with small pale pink nipples. Tara suck and licked the small nubs as she caressed Colleen’s breasts slowly.

Frank took Colleen’s former chair and noticed she had left a pool of wetness on the leather seat. Frank ran a finger through the pool and inhaled the musk aroma. Unable to resist, he licked the wetness off his finger. Colleen had a tangier taste that Tara, like the aftertaste of fresh lemonade. Smiling he took the chair and sat back to watch the two women.

Tara had removed the skirt Colleen had worn, and slowly slid the white lace thong over her ass and to her ankles. With that, Tara gave Colleen’s tits one last lick and laid back on the bed. “Colleen baby,” she said in a light and sultry voice, “make me cum.”

Colleen started to climb onto the bed, then stopped. Quickly she turned and walked over to Frank. Frank noticed as she approached that her pussy was completely bare, with not a trace of pubic hair remaining to testify to the naturalness of her blonde hair. When she reached the chair, she bent and kissed Frank tentatively on the lips. “Thank you Frank,” she said blushing, and returned to the bed with Tara.

As she straddled Tara’s voluptuous body, the tentative, shy voyeur was gone, replaced by a confident woman in her sexual element. Frank was amazed as he watched two women making out live in front of him. While it was similar to the pornos he’d seen, he was impressed by the subtle differences. They weren’t playing for the camera, just each other, but it didn’t make the scene any less erotic. Frank leaned back and slowly stroked his cock to the show in front of him.

For what seemed like and eternity, the pair kissed, their tongues dueling in each others mouths and their hands never ceasing in their caresses of the other’s curves. Finally Colleen dropped her kisses down to Tara’s sensitive nipples. Tara moaned as Colleen squeezed her huge tits, suck and tonguing each nipple.

“My gawd, Tara,” said Colleen ash she sucked and licked the valley between Tara’s globes, “I can’t believe these are real. Their incredible.”

Tara brought her arms together, pushing her breast against Colleen’s face. Colleen burrowed into her chest, licking them until they glistened with saliva. Frank had a nearly uncontrollable desire to have his cock buried between those wet tits. As she lavished Tara’s tits, Colleen dropped a hand down between Tara’s thighs and started to stroke her clit. Within seconds Colleen’s fingers were drenched in Tara’s juices. Soon she had a pair of digits pistoning in and out of Tara’s hot pussy. She left the girl’s tits and concentrated on her pussy. When she curled her fingers up to press on Tara’s g-spot and her thumb started to rub her clit, Tara let out a gasp.

“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, then her gasp dissolved into a smile. “Hey Frank, she knows your trick.”

“Huh?” asked Colleen.

“What you’re doing with your fingers,” Tara said. “Frank’s the only one I’ve ever had do that to me. I love it.” She began to grind her hips in circular motions as Colleen continued to work her clit.

“So Frank knows a few tricks of the trade, eh?” said Colleen, becoming more confident by the minute. “Shall we see if he’s right about how sweet you taste?” With that Colleen’s blonde head dropped between Tara’s thighs and the redhead gasped again.

Tara’s back arched as Colleen’s tongue drove deep into her quim. Within seconds Tara was cumming. She pulled her knees up tight against her chest and Colleen cupped her ass in both of her hands. Frank had a perfect view as Colleen attacked her pussy. She sucked Tara’s swollen lips into her mouth, her tongue swirling about them. She licked lower and circled Tara’s asshole with firm, furious licks, causing Tara to giggle and purr. She then pushed her tongue deep into Tara’s tight rosebud, causing the girl gasped and started to pinch and roll her nipples harshly. Colleen worked on Tara’s ass for a few more minutes, before moving back up to her pussy, leaving the girl breathless.

She flicked her tongue up and across her swollen clit which was hard and clearly visible from under its hood. When she sucked the small nub into her mouth, Tara let loose a stifled scream and grabbed two handfuls of silky blonde hair. She looked over at Frank, her mouth open and her breath coming in panting gasps. Frank had never seen her so overcome and the sight almost caused him to blow his load. As Frank looked into Tara’s eyes she let out another cry, this one too strong to stop.

“Oh fuck!” she cried. “Oh fuck Colleen, yeah. Faster.”

Frank looked back down at Colleen and saw that she had two fingers jammed in Tara’s pussy and another buried to the last knuckle in her ass while her tongue flicked furiously at her clit. Frank was starting to realize that Tara’s ass was really sensitive. He entertained a notion of fucking her gorgeous ass. Tara kept up her running commentary until she let out a final scream and grabbed Colleen’s head, stopping her from moving or further stimulating her.

Colleen removed her fingers and gave Tara a few broad licks of her tongue from asshole to clit, licking Tara’s pussy clean of her juices. She smiled up at Tara and said, “Frank was right, you do taste sweet.”

“Kiss me,” said Tara, and pulled Colleen into a wet kiss, licking her face clean. After making out for a few more minutes, Tara playfully flipped Colleen over and started to attack her tits. She squeezed and nipped the hard pink nubs with her teeth. Frank could tell she was being more playful than Colleen had been. This was an adventure for her, an experience to be enjoyed. She reached down and ran her crimson nails across Colleen’s smooth mound.

“Umm, so soft and smooth,” said Tara. She then started to lick Colleen in broad strokes of her tongue. She literally bathed Colleen’s entire crotch with her tongue. Colleen moaned and spread her legs as wide as she could. Tara slowly and playfully licked and kissed the blondes entire pussy, and inner thighs. She then started to concentrate on her moist slit, sucking at her pussy lips and flicking her clit. She even gave a few tentative licks to Colleen’s tight pink asshole. “Umm, you taste great. Sweet and tangy at the same time,” Tara said before she drive her tongue back into the blonde quim. Colleen was a moaner, purring and moaning constantly as Tara lapped at her folds. She ran her fingers through Tara’s scarlet hair and licked her dry lips. Tara pulled her tongue from Colleen’s pussy and look up at her.

“Hey Colleen, look at Frank,” she said, motioning in his direction with her head. Colleen looked over to see Frank in the chair, slowly stroking his 10 inch cock. “Is that not the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Oh yeah, it certainly ranks up there,” said Colleen. She looked back at Tara as the girl took long licks of her pussy, each time making eye contact with Colleen. She licked her lips again and looked back at Frank. “Tara, how’d you like to eat my pussy while he fucks you?”

“You heard her, Frank,” Tara moaned into Colleen’s pussy. “Get that big gorgeous dick of yours over her and fuck me silly.”

Frank didn’t have to be told twice. Tara rose to her knees so Frank could enter her from behind, standing at the foot of the bed. Frank gave her a couple of playful licks, savoring her taste before presenting his rock hard cock to her folds. She was wet and relaxed from Colleen’s attentions, but he still took it slow so as not to hurt her. After a couple of strokes he was buried in her to the balls. He started to slowly work in and out of her.

Tara lifted her head and sighed in exasperation. “Frank, I said fuck me silly. There’s a time for slow and soft, and this isn’t it. I’ve got my face buried in another woman’s twat and a monster cock in mine. Now come on and fuck me like a porn star baby. Please, I want it hard and fast.”

So she was in that mood again. Well, who was he to go against the lady’s wishes? He began to increase his pace until he was pounding into her, his balls slapping off her swollen clit. Her pussy was stretched by his cock and he could feel her muscles contracting around him like a velvet vice. Tara attacked Colleen’s pussy with a new vigor, sucking her clit and finger fucking her cunt with the same pace that Frank was using on her own pussy.

“Oh fuck Tara,” moaned Colleen, “right there! Faster.” At her command, Tara picked up her pace and instinctively so did Frank. When Tara came screaming into Colleen’s quim, the blonde’s body arched and started to spasm with her own orgasm. Tara locked her arms around the blonde’s waist and sucked hard on her clit, attacking it with her tongue. The moans turned into squeals and Finally she collapse, exhausted. Tara let out one more low moan and Frank felt her pussy quiver around his cock deliciously, before she also collapsed, out of breath. Frank’s cock slid from her pussy with a wet pop as she fell on her side.

“Sorry Frank,” she said breathlessly. “Just give me a minute baby to catch my breath and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“No problem babe,” he said with a wink.

The two girls rested for a few seconds and then Colleen spoke. “Um, can I, um…” Her last words were unintelligible.

“What was that?” asked Tara. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I asked if I could suck it,” she said loudly.

“Are you asking me or Frank?” asked Tara.

“Well I don’t know, both I guess. I mean, I didn’t know how what the rules are here. This wasn’t supposed to be a threesome, remember?” She was blushing furiously.

Tara giggled. “Well since Frank was nice enough to let me be with you, how could I deny him the same pleasure? Frank?”

Frank walked over to stand at the bedside near Colleen. “Are you sure Colleen? I mean, I don’t want you to regret this, or feel like we trapped you into this or something. You are a lesbian after all, right?”

“Look Frank,” said Colleen, “I don’t hate men, it’s just that they don’t turn me on, usually. There’s just something about you that is different, and you do turn me on.”

“I know what you mean,” said Tara. “Go on, honey, you won’t regret it.”

Colleen got off the bed and walked over to stand before Frank. She slowly dropped to her knees and wrapped hand around his shaft. She was trembling as she held his cock in her hand. Whether from fear or excitement, Frank couldn’t tell. She licked tentatively at the head, giving it a few swirls, then took a few longer licks of his whole shaft.

“Umm, you taste like Tara,” she said. The familiar taste bolstered her confidence, and Colleen the wrapped her hot pink lips around the head of his cock and took a couple of inches into her mouth. Her mouth was so hot it felt scalding to Frank. She began to bob her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth until she had half of it in. One more stroke and she pushed the head into her throat, causing her to gag and back off.

“Don’t try to take it all,” Tara said, “I’ve had a lot more practice than you and even I have trouble taking all of him. That’s a really big dick, and you don’t have to deep throat him to give him pleasure.” Tara had slid in behind Colleen, and now knelt, rubbing her breast up and down the blonde’s back, her hands caressing Colleen’s breasts, her arms, her thighs and her ass. Occasionally she’d drop her hand between Colleen’s legs and caress her pussy and ass.

Colleen sucked hard on half his shaft while her hand pumped the lower part of his shaft. While she may not have had much experience sucking dick, her tongue was experienced in other areas, and the way she worked her tongue across his head more than made up for any other failings she might have had. Frank had to force himself not to grab her hair and force himself deeper into her mouth. When she started to massage his balls, he could feel his orgasm about to explode.

“Colleen, you better stop,” he said, “I’m almost there.”

Colleen removed her mouth, but continued to stroke his cock furiously. “Cum in my mouth Frank.”

“Huh?” he said. His mind stutter stepped as he subconsciously tried to process the fact that a proclaimed lesbian had just asked him to cum in her mouth.

“Cum in my mouth Frank,” she said, licking at his cock. “No wait, cum on face. All over my face, like they do in the movies. Tara told you to fuck her like a porn star, well do the same to me. Please baby, cum for me.”

Frank had lost all control. Colleen wouldn’t have had to even touch him, those words alone would have made him explode. His cum exploded as she stroked and licked his cock. The first jet of sperm splashed across her tongue and into her mouth. Colleen flinched as it hit the back of her throat and the second spurt shot across her chin. She looked up into his eyes and frantically jerked his cock. He came a third time, splashing white cream across her pursed pink lips. Two weaker shots dribbled off her chin to land on her chest. She took him into her mouth and sucked hard on his cock getting any remaining spunk from his softening manhood. She then gave him a lavish tongue bathing before sitting back on her haunches and giggling.

“Fuck that was hot!” she exclaimed. “How do I look?”

“Sexy as hell,” said Tara. “Straight from a porno mag.”

“Really?” Colleen got up and moved over to the mirror. She looked at her image, her lips and chin covered in Frank’s cum, and the stray globs on her white tits. “Fuck, I do look like I should be on some hardcore web site, don’t I? Too bad I don’t have my camera.” She reached out her tongue and licked a stray glob off her upper lip.

“Wow, it does taste sweet,” she said, giggling. “I swallowed that first load so fast I didn’t taste it.”

“I told you,” said Tara, moving over by the mirror. “Now I shared my lover with you, don’t you think you should share the fruits of your labor with me?” She then bent and licked Frank’s cum from Colleen’s tits. Colleen moaned and pulled Tara up into a kiss. They kissed hard, smearing the remaining cum over both their faces, then lick and kiss each other’s faces clean. Frank’s cock turned rigid again watching then share his seed. “You want to see something really cool?” Tara asked Colleen. She then walked over and kissed Frank deeply. Frank knew what she meant. Tara had never gotten used to the fact that Frank would kiss her after he had cum in her mouth. Colleen appeared just as surprised. Frank walked over and took Colleen tenderly in his arms, and kissed her. He let her dictate the kiss, again not wanting to force himself on someone who claimed to be a lesbian. She responded tentatively at first, then passionately, her tongue fiercely dueling with Franks.

When his rigid cock pressed against her, she moaned. Breaking the kiss, she looked into Frank’s eyes. “Fuck me,” she said, then kissed him again.

“What?” said Frank, again shocked.

“I said fuck me. Please?” Colleen was practically begging him. “I want you Frank. I want to feel you inside me. I don’t know why, but I do. I figure if I just sucked your dick, why not go all the way?”

“Do it, Frank,” said Tara excitedly.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not sure if the idea of watching you fuck another woman turns me on, but the idea of watching you fuck Colleen does.” Tara was already squeezing her tits, pinching her hard, caramel nipples.

Colleen pulled him with her as she left the mirror, and pushed him onto the bed. She crawled up his body until she straddled him. She leaned forward pinning his cock between their bodies. Slowly she ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit across his shaft. Frank slid a hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss. Frank could feel her wetness spreading across his cock.

“Are you ready Colleen?” he asked.

Colleen sat up and reached down to grasp his cock. “Let me do it,” she said, placing the head at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed back slowly and 4 inches slid into her hot tunnel. She braced herself on Frank’s chest and pulled up, then pushed back harder. It took two more strokes and she had him completely sheathed inside her. She leaned her head back and moaned.

“Don’t you just love how he fills you up?” asked Tara.

“Yeah, but that’s not the best thing,” said Colleen, beginning to slowly rock her hips. “I’ve got a dildo that’s just a little smaller than Frank, so I’m used to the size. It’s how hot he is, so alive; I can feel his pulse. It feels like my whole pussy’s on fire.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” said Tara. Frank looked over to see her now in the voyeurs’ chair, two fingers already buried in her pussy.

Colleen leaned forward and started increasing her pace, her hot pussy sliding up and down the whole length of his shaft. Frank reached up and firmly grasped her tits. Colleen moaned louder. “Careful,” she said, “my nipples are really sensitive.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you didn’t hurt me. I just know Tara likes it rough.” She glanced over to Tara who was laid back in the chair, one hand buried in her snatch, the other fiercely twisting a nipple.

Frank smiled and brought his palms over to cup her entire breast. He rotated his hands in slow broad circles, his palms pressing her nipples. Colleen’s mouth opened and she inhaled sharply, then smiled and purred. “Oh that’s perfect!”

She worked her hips up and down, grinding her clit into his pubic bone. After a few minutes she sat up straight and forced his cock deeper. She then pulled her legs up under her and lifted herself up before dropping her full weight to impale her pussy on his cock. She gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain, but rose up and again dropped down on his shaft. Frank grunted as 100 pounds crashed into his pelvis again and again. Colleen reached over and furiously thrummed her clit. The way she frantically rocked on his dick made him think she was using him more as a sex toy than as a lover.

Colleen started cumming, her whole body starting to shake. She wedged his cock deep in her pussy and rubbed her clit even faster. Her pussy quivered around his cock and Frank could feel the pressure building in his balls. Suddenly she gave one last moan and relaxed, sitting back and bracing herself with her arms. “Wow!” she said. “That was awesome!” She slid back and his cock popped from her wet pussy, leaving Frank hanging on the edge of orgasm.

Frank’s pain must have shown clearly on his face, because Colleen looked at him strangely. “Frank, are you ok?” she asked. The looked at his rigid cock. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry Frank. I, well I just forgot. I mean, I’m, well…”

“It’s ok Colleen,” he said.

“No it’s not,” she said mournfully. “I’m really sorry, it’s just that I’m used to women and well, I don’t know how to tell when a man’s close.”

Frank laughed. “It’s really ok.”

“I’ll take it from here,” said Tara, anxiously getting up.

“No, no, I want to finish,” Colleen said. She smiled at Frank and wrapped a hand around his dick. She threw a leg over his waist and kissed him deeply. “How do you want me? You can have me any way you want.”

Frank looked at Tara, who was still stroking her pussy. “Why don’t we give Tara a really good show.” He turned so that his feet were pointed at Tara and whispered in Colleen’s ear. She giggled and turned around, straddling his waist facing his feet. She lifted up and shoved his cock into her pussy. Soaking wet, it slid easily into her folds.

“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as his cock ground hard against her g-spot. “Wow!” She arched her back started rocking up and down his shaft.

“Fuck Colleen, that’s awesome!” he said. “Hey Tara, how’s the view?”

Colleen giggled and made eye contact with Tara and reached up to caress her firm breasts. Doing exactly what she had told Frank not to do, Colleen grasped her nipples between her fingers and pulled up firmly on them with a moan. Tara likewise let out a whimper.

“Fuck this, I can’t take it anymore,” Tara said. She sprang from the chair and crossed to the bed. Taking Colleen’s face in her hands she kissed her roughly on the lips, her tongue thrusting into the blonde’s mouth. She kissed down her body until she knelt at the bedside, her face inches from where Frank’s cock was ravaging the woman’s pussy.

She started by licking Frank’s sack, sucking his balls into her mouth gently. She then started to lick his shaft, savoring Colleen’s juices as they flowed down over his cock and balls. Tara then grabbed Colleen’s waist and held her down to stop her stroking. She locked her lips on Colleen’s clit, furiously sucking and licking it. Colleen came instantly.

Tara then let her loose so she could resume fucking Frank. Tara began to lick from Frank’s balls to Colleen’s clit in long, lavish strokes. The sensation made Frank’s balls tighten and quiver. Colleen bent over and caressed Tara’s back. As she did, Frank got a beautiful view of her tight pink asshole. Frank licked his lips and had to stop himself in the act of reaching out to finger it, not knowing how Colleen would react. The sight though was enough to bring him to the point of explosion.

“I’m gonna cum,” Frank said in warning.

Colleen looked back at him with a fearful look. Tara was right there. “Do you want him to cum inside you?” Tara asked.

“Um, I don’t know,” she said.

“Look I don’t care,” said Frank, “but you better decide now.”

“Yes,” said Colleen forcefully. “Cum inside me Frank. Deep inside me!” She started to fuck him even harder. The sight of his cock stretching her soft pussy lips and her pink asshole winking at him, made his cock swell with his orgasm. When Colleen reached out and grasped Tara’s crotch, he exploded.

“Oh Fuck!” Colleen shouted as the first shot splashed into her. Having come once already, he only had a couple of shots in him, but they were forceful. Colleen came again as Tara started to lick them again. When Frank let out his last spasm and his body relaxed, Colleen Gently collapsed back onto his chest, twisting her head to kiss him. Frank’s cock finally started to go limp, and fell from her pussy.

Colleen gasped into Frank’s mouth and they both looked down to see Tara lapping and sucking at Colleen’s red, well-fucked pussy. Frank’s cock twitched briefly as he watched Tara lick his cum from Colleen. She came up, her face covered in a glaze of Colleen and Frank’s juices. And smiled, licking her lips.

“So do I look as sexy as Colleen did?” she asked. Colleen responded by pulling Tara into and embrace and kissing her passionately, licking the mixed juices from her face. Frank watched the two roll off him onto the bed and continue kissing and caressing. Finally they broke the embrace and Colleen collapsed with her head cradled on Tara’s ample bosom.

“Say Frank,” Colleen said breathlessly, “any chance there’s some champagne left?”

“I’ll go check.” He left the bed and found the champagne bottle basically empty. Searching the wet bar he found a bottle of Riesling and shouted to the girls for their approval. They responded favorable, and Frank procured a trio of glasses and went back to the bedroom to find the girls missing.

“We’re in here,” Tara called from the bathroom. He entered the find the pair lounging in the large bathtub, the whirlpool jets working frantically.

“A capital idea,” Frank said, pouring each a glass of wine and slipping into the tub with them. Tara slid across the pool and settled herself on his right side, and to his surprise, Colleen settled in on the left. The trio shared a playful three way kiss, their tongues dancing with each other. They then settled back to enjoy their wine, the relaxing jets massaging their tired muscles. It was Tara who spoke first.

“So Colleen, has Frank converted you back to men?” The mischievous smile on her face was triumphant, and Frank realized she must have had this planned all along.

“No,” said Colleen with a chuckle. “No, I think I’ll still prefer women to men, though that’s not to say that you weren’t incredible Frank. Truth be told, I’m not sure who made me cum harder, you or Tara. Still, you’re a special case.”

“He is indeed,” said Tara, caressing his chest.

“What about you, Tara?” asked Colleen. “Any chance we can make you a card carrying bi-sexual?”

“Maybe,” said Tara naughtily. “No, I think I’ll continue to be a playful experimenter. I guess I just like a big strong man with a nice hard, throbbing cock. No Colleen, you are a special case, as you said about Frank.”

“She certainly is,” Frank replied.

Colleen sighed and nestled into Frank’s chest while reaching out a hand to caress Tara. “Thank you Tara, for talking me into coming here. That took a lot of courage on your part. I know this isn’t your normal routine.”

“No, but I can certainly can say I won’t regret it. What about you?”

“Me?” replied Colleen. “Not a single regret. There is one thing though, that’s gonna be tough.”

“What’s that?” asked Tara.

“Explaining to my lesbian friends why my new favorite fetish is girls covered in cum.”

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