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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I woke alone the next morning, Friday. Immediate concern replaced by the hazy memory of last night, that’s right Kelly was with Brian and Susan again. I reached for my phone and sent a text to my girlfriend to check if she was ok.
It was 9.00am and we had a boat trip planned in 2 hour's time.
No sooner than I’d pressed send, Kelly came through the door, looking flushed in the face, she had that post coital glow about her. She walked over to me, pulling her shorts off and immediately climbed onto my face. No words spoken as I began licking deeply, she squeezed her delicate walls on my tongue and ejected a steady flow of cum which I eagerly swallowed. My cock already alive in my usual morning glory was causing a tent in the bed sheets. Kelly pulled them aside and scrapped her nails over my balls as she sucked at the tip of my cock.
She swallowed my dick in one, her nose against my sack as I ate her recently used pussy, darting my tongue in and out, then circling her clit. She continued scrapping and digging her nails into my scrotum, bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with the occasional tugging of her hand.
She knew how to please me in every way, and I her. We reached our climax simultaneously and as my cock shot into her throat she squirted a stream over my face.
“Morning baby” I said to break the silence. We showered and dressed, grabbing a quick snack on our way to the boat trip.
What we thought we’d booked was a fun filled party boat, full of hot people our age. Alas what we had actually booked was a 4hr sailing trip on a small single cabin vessel. There were one other couple aboard and a crew of 3.
We decided that despite our disappointment that we would go on the trip nonetheless. The other couple were in their mid/late 30s, and from Germany. Philip was about my height and weight only blonde compared to my brown hair. His wife Silke was around 5ft6 and at a guess a size 16, she was also blonde.
Our crew consisted of Captain Sam, a rough looking Island local, he told us he was 50, but his sea weathered skin gave him an older complexion. And his two seamen, Mohamed and Youssef.
We sailed around the coast and it was pleasant enough, my eyes were transfixed on both Kelly’s and Silke’s breasts bobbling around with the motion of the ship. I became aware that I was not the only one who noticed this. Philip would constantly adjust his tight shorts as if finding them uncomfortable, and was it my imagination or was Capt Sam deliberately making the ship rock more than needed by steering into waves?
We reached a secluded bay on the east side of the Island, Capt Sam and his crew dropped anchor and told us we could swim here if we liked. In our rush to leave this morning neither Kelly or I thought to bring a swimsuit. We made our excuses, and said we would stay aboard. Silke stood before us and pulled up her white shirt over her head, exposing her bra covered breasts. “no problem, we didn’t either” she told us as she unclasped her bra, dropping it to the deck. Philip was pulling his shorts down besides her.
Before I could say anything Kelly was stripping too, I eagerly joined in, and the 4 of us dived from the boat into the deep blue sea. Mohamed and Youssef stripped and joined us in the sea, as we all explored together. Capt Sam rowed a small dinghy to shore with some bottles of schnapps and 4 glasses.
On the beach, he poured a few shots and laid a couple of blankets out. When we all finally emerged from the sea, we took our places around the blanket and started drinking. Sam had also stripped to join us. Although it was only us couples taking the alcohol.
I sat, open legged with Kelly between them, her back against my chest. Philip and Silke in similar fashion as the crew laid out between us. The more we drank, the more the sexual tension rose.
Mohamed and Youssef were African, we never discovered which country. They were in their late teens or early 20s and had incredible bodies, even their six packs seemed to have added muscles. Lean, tall, and smooth all over. Their ebony skin seemed to glisten in the sun as beads of water ran down them, to their mighty cocks.
The whole time we 4 tourists d*unk, these two gods sported huge erections. Easily 9 inches each, and as thick as my forearm. The ladies couldn’t stop staring and the crew loved it.
After possibly our 5th or 6th shot, Capt Sam stood from his small portable seat and knelt in the middle of the blanket. “we gon play a lil game!” he announced. “you ladies gon have a race, who makes the boys cum quickest”
Kelly and Silke looked at each other, like two warriors about to do battle. They both moved forward on all 4s, Mohamed knelt in front of Kelly, Youssef in front of Silke. As Capt Sam, Philip and I looked on. They started sucking the beautiful cocks in front of them. My cock was throbbing with excitement but I resisted the urge to stroke it, Capt Sam was back in his seat between Philip and I, he was not resisting anything and was masturbating away at the scene before us.
I found my gaze drawn to Silke, her lightly tanned skin, with pale white patches around her breasts and ass. Her bum was not as big as Kelly’s but still beautifully rump, between her legs a full bush of lightly blonde hair.
Philip nodded his approval at my observing his wife, he gestured me closer. I moved behind Silke and put my hand between her legs, sliding my fingers inside her. As she sucked Youssef I leant forward and kissed her ass cheeks.
Philip moved behind Kelly, his cock standing to attention at around 5inchs. He immediately pushed into Kelly and started fucking her. A sense of competitiveness took over me, as I looked into Philip’s eyes, I entered Silke from behind and picked up speed. Suddenly there were two races going on.
Philip and I fucked hard and fast into each others partners as they sucked the African cocks in front of them. I won my particular race, although I’m still unsure whether finishing first was a boast-worthy accomplishment.
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