(MFF, voy, exhib, MMF, FFM, oral, anal, interr, lac, creampie, cons)
by Art Martin
With Jan and Freda in tow as bait, Bert and Kirby make it to St. Martin. As the saying goes, be careful for what you wish for, you just might get it...
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A few days after closing the real estate deal with Carlos, Bert, Freda, Jan and I boarded our flight to St. Martin. None of us was accustomed to getting up at 3:00 AM to catch a 5:15 AM flight. I camped out the night before at Bert's and it's safe to say that none of us got much sleep that night. But even with eight hours crammed into a Boeing 737, with a stopover in Charlotte, NC of all places, I did manage to doze off for a few hours.
We made our way to the resort at the far south end of Orient Beach. For the most part, Orient Beach is a topless beach, but way down south, where we were staying, it was fully clothing optional, especially at our resort, famous for its open nudity.
With the white sand, palm trees and clear blue water, in some ways it reminded me of the beaches at home, except that here there were mountains in the background, volcanic mountains cloaked in a vibrant green. That and very relaxed dress code. You'd get arrested at most beaches near Tampa if you "dressed" like that. Not here. Then again, as you went further north, the dress code became somewhat stricter and the covering of genitalia was required. It was actually quite odd. Down at the south end, total nudity was common, a little ways north and bottoms appeared, even if they were mostly thong bottoms, further north, a little more covering of the bottom was the norm and even tops were common, but nowhere were tops required. This was true of adults and children alike. Out in the bay, behind the reef, total nudity was permitted everywhere.
Sex in public was a no-no everywhere.
Our accommodations weren't as luxurious as I had imagined they would be. The bungalows were of reinforced concrete cinder block construction, with bare terrazzo floors and somewhat Spartan bathrooms. This was of course for the same reason that concrete cinder block homes are so common in South Florida, to withstand the frequent hurricanes of the late summer and early fall months. After a big storm, all you had to do was remove the bedding and upholstered furnishings, hose the place out and you were ready for business again with a minimal amount of fuss. On a day to day basis, it was also easier to remove the sand that was constantly dragged inside on bare feet.
The first order of business was to strip naked and hit the outdoor bar. This wasn't much different than the pool side bar at Bare Comforts. We all had a drink and checked out the happenings. Only there wasn't much happening, other than nude and partially nude folks going about their business. Just like at Bare Comfort, there were folks of all ages and all body types. True beauties were few and far between and couples looking to swap mates were not evident to me. My first impressions weren't what I had imagined this place to be.
After finishing off our Cuban beers, Bert not so discretely says, "I need a blowjob in the worst way. Come on girls, it's on your knees time!"
I know the naked old couple and the barkeep heard him, though I can't be sure if the three Francophiles understood him. My first thought was, 'He can't do that right here!'
Bert wasn't stupid and grabbing both women by the hand, led them back inside our unit with me following along like a poor relative. Once inside, Bert wasn't interested in showing that they both belonged to him, which they did, and instead he found a coin. With a quick toss, it was determined that Freda would suck my dick while Jan sucked Bert. So there we stood, Bert and I, while the girls slobbered all over our pricks.
Bert was grinning ear to ear as we were being sucked, paying more attention to what Freda was doing to me, than what Jan was doing to him. He really got off on this shit, and I must admit, so was I.
With our balls drained and cocks sated for the moment, we wandered back outside and lounged around under umbrellas for while, just soaking in the scene. What with the green mountains, white sands and clear blue waters, the place was quite gorgeous. After a bit we all went for a swim. Bert soon suggested that we get snorkels, fins and masks and swim out to the reef. We checked out what we needed from the resort and headed out to the barrier reef protecting the bay.
If you've never done something like this, by all means do it! The underwater world was breathtaking, and that included a few naked teenagers we encountered with their naked parents. They must have been staying elsewhere, as I never saw them again afterwards. There were other folks out on the reef too, some semi-dressed, others not so much. But the main attraction was the coral formations, living rock, and the colorful fishes that were everywhere, as well as a varied assortment of bottom dwellers. Most of the snorkelers had the good sense to go out to the reef on paddle boards or in kayaks and on the return swim to shore, it seemed like we'd never get back to land. Needless to say, we were all rather tired from our exertions. We were also famished.
Here was the next drawback to be encountered. There wasn't a restaurant at our resort. You could buy a few edible items in the resort store and grill up something, but that's not what any of us were interested in. So we showered outside (the shower inside was tiny), dressed and then walked up the "strip" and found somewhere to eat. It was good choice too, fresh grilled seafood is my favorite.
Rested and with a full belly, we checked out the bar and hung around for the disco to open. Even with everyone fully clothed, I think we all had the same thoughts, why didn't we stay here? Of course we didn't stay there because we stayed at the nudist joint. Heck, we could have stayed here in the lap of luxury and simply walked down to the nudist beach for the day, but we hadn't.
Still, our days and nights were enjoyable where we were. Bert was fun to hang out with. He was always coming up with something interesting to do sexually, like having the girls put on show for us, complete with strap on dildos, eating our assholes, tie up games and lots of three-way and four-way sex. Bert wasn't adverse for putting on a sex show for the girls either and I just had to accept that on this trip, a little bisexual action on my part was just part of the deal.
We had been there for a few days and hadn't been propositioned for a swap by anyone. Frankly, I just blew off my main reason for this trip, that is, getting some strange in a non-stop orgy. That's not what happened here. That's what happened at Bare Comfort, if you knew where to look.
Freda and Bert had paddled out to the reef for snorkeling. Jan and I stayed behind for some reason and were just lying out on the beach soaking up the sun. I noticed a beefy fellow walking by carrying his black Speedo in his hand while his organ swung free. He was a big fucker by all standards. A few minutes later, he came walking back the opposite way, passed us and then returned again. He did this a few times, clearly on the prowl for some pussy or for some dick. I couldn't be sure which, but he was advertizing his assets.
"Look at the dick on that guy," I whispered to Jan. "Wouldn't you like to fuck that cock?"
She looked just as the guy was approaching us for the third time. "Oh, my lord," she muttered.
He was only a few steps away from being at our feet. "Spread your legs," I told her. Slutty whore that she was, she did just that and in doing so brought the big fucker to a dead stop. He knelt in the sand at her feet and studied Jan's shamelessly displayed pussy, cutting me a few glances at me to see if I objected.
After a good two minutes of him starring at Jan's permanently distended labia, I sat up on my elbows, smiled and nodded my head towards her. The smile on his face got bigger and then more inquisitive.
"You wanna fuck her?" I asked in a low voice. I wasn't sure if he was hard of hearing or just didn't understand what I was saying, so I took my hands, formed a circle with one and with the other, thrust a finger in and out of the hole. He understood that!
"Ja!" he exclaimed with an even bigger smile. "Ja!"
Seeing that half the island is French territory and the other half is Dutch, I correctly figured that he was a local from the Dutch side. Come to find out later, he was in fact a local and was a police officer on the Dutch side, St. Maarten.
I helped Jan up telling her, "Come on, Jan. You're going to get fucked by this guy." She was all smiles. She took his hand, and with me leading the way, we retired to our bungalow.
"What's your name?" I asked him. "Name?"
"Nome? Ja! Hans," he said thumping his muscular chest.
Pointing to myself I said, "Kirby," and then pointing to my ex, I said, "Jan."
Animatedly he nodded. "Jan!" By that time she had his horse cock in her hands. "Hans fucks Jan! Ja?"
"Ja, Hans," I replied. "You fuck Jan." She sank to her knees and lifted the now semi-flaccid organ up to her lips for a sloppy kiss.
"Private?" he asked haltingly.
"This is private enough," I replied. "I want to be sure that's she's safe." Hans nodded that he understood that I was going to stay for the event. Actually I just wanted to see this big Dutchman fuck the hell out of her. As for safety, I couldn't defend either she or me if this guy had a mind to get rough.
Jan was now trying to stuff the oversized glans in her mouth with limited success. Hans simply muttered, "Goot! Goot!' and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. As she licked and mouthed his cock head, he got harder, longer and thicker. Jan switched to licking along the underside of his shaft until the huge thing could defy gravity and ominously jut upward from his hairy groin.
Suddenly he reached down and lifted Jan from the floor. Holding her by her ass, he devoured a tit. Jan was really enjoying this attention when he effortlessly picked her up her completely off the ground, with one arm. Slotting his big cock between her leg, he let her drop.
"Unnnnggghhhh!!!" she groaned loudly as the wind was knocked out of her. I suppose the shock of that abrupt entry had to hurt, but what an amazing sight to see that telephone pole disappear into her body.
Not giving her a chance to catch her breath, he lifted her and dropped her down again. A pitiful wail echoed throughout the room. He lifted her and dropped her on his cock again and again and again. Gentle, he wasn't. He fucked her on his massive prong until she was no longer crying out. Hans then sat on the sofa with Jan impaled on his cock. He helped her get her knees under her and then taking hold of her by the hips, he pulled her up and down on his dick. After a few moments, he took his hands off her hips. Jan continued to rise and fall on his manhood, fucking him under her own power. After a few minutes, he stood again with her pussy still impaled, turned and laid her back on the sofa. Jan tried to wrap her legs about him, but he was too big for her to do anything other than dig her heels into his hips as he fucked her in a male superior position.
It was quite the show watching him fuck Jan silly. Every few minutes he'd change position, man on top, girl on top, standing, sitting, prone on the hard cool floor and then back to the sofa. All the while Jan was muttering, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me you bastard! Fuck my poor pussy!" and other things along a similar nature. Every few minutes she would go completely silent and cumming on his dick, she'd shake like she was having a seizure. He was still mercilessly fucking her cross-eyed when Bert and Freda returned.
"What the fuck?" exclaimed Bert when he saw what was happening. "Who's the big dicked bastard?"
"Name's Hans," I told him, my poor self-abused dick still leaking semen from when I whacked off to the show.
"Is he using a rubber?"
Rubber? Never really thought about that issue. "Not that I know of." Hans then added to Jan's caterwauling muttering undecipherable Dutch obscenities as he was sperming her cunt.
Suddenly the frantic fucking stopped and silence filled the room for the first time since Hans first rammed his massive prick into my ex-wife's slutty cunt.
Still joined at the genitals, the two out of breath fornicators lay on the cold floor in a sweaty heap with Jan on top. By and by, his huge dick deflated and slithered out of her pussy, releasing a torrent of cum from her gapping cunt.
"Fuck, he's ruined her," Bert muttered.
"She'll be fine," Freda consoled. "He's not nearly as big as a baby."
"No, I suppose not."
"Can I have some of that?" she asked her husband.
Bert, his mind's eye quickly filling with the salacious image, nodded and replied, "Sure! Why not? Why not indeed!"
Bert then ungraciously rolled Jan off Hans and on to the bare floor. "Hi, ya, Hans!" he greeted the startled Dutchman. "I'm Bert." Then pointing to his overly buxom wife, he added, "This is my wife, Freda. Freda wants a fuck from you too."
I don't think Hans had an opportunity to agree before Freda straddled him and rubbed her huge tits in his face. But, he didn't seem to mind. After a few minutes of feeding her tits to him, Freda slid down his torso and took his big deflated cock into her mouth. One of Freda's charms is her big mouth, and don't mean that she's loud. She had a full mouthful to be sure, but she managed to blow him to a full blown hard-on.
"Good lord, look at the size of that thing," Bert muttered at one point.
I wanted to see him drop Freda on his huge dick like he'd done to Jan, but instead, he let her mount him and take him gradually, an inch at a time. Still, watching Freda's cunt stretch around that horse cock and then watching the thing slipping up inside Freda, was a sight to behold! I'm not sure who enjoyed it most, me or Bert... then again, Jan was enthralled too, wondering how she ever managed taking outsized organ. But clearly, with Freda announcing to the heavens her rapture, enjoyed it the most, with big ole Hans being a close second.
Once he was certain that Freda was comfortable with his cock, Hans rolled her over on the floor and the fucking really began. Every few minutes, Hans would once again change position, and just like Jan before her, Freda came and came and came again. At one point, with Freda on top and with her legs splayed around the big guy so that her ass cheeks were parted, Bert was inspired to mount her and ran his dick up her ass.
Freda hollered, "Oh, fuck!"
Hans hollered too, "Ja! Ja! Ja!" He was certainly enjoying himself immensely.
I wished that I had thought about that when Hans was fucking Jan. I got my chance shortly after Bert withdrew his dick from his wife's ass and offered it to me. I didn't need to be asked twice. Let me tell you, she was some tight with her puss stuffed with Hans' cock! We fell into a rhythm and gave it to her in spades.
The double fuck didn't last long though as I was rather rudely pushed off of Freda. It was Jan. What the fuck, I wondered. Then she proceeds to push Freda off of Hans. With her path clear, Jan mounted the big guy and took his big dick into her cunt once again. Me, I took her in the ass.
What a party! We must have fucked for hours. Not continuously, but someone always seemed to be able to get it up and into one of the girls. Bert's sample stash of little blue pills helped out in this regard.
As it turned out, Hans had passable mastery of English, once you got past the accent. Indeed, he was easier to understand than some Brits I've run across. That's how we learned of his occupation, and the fact that today was his day off, so he came to prowl around and hit the jack pot as far as he was concerned. Indeed, he had so much fun with us, that he invited us all over the next day to have dinner with him and met his wife, who he assured us, had a great rack and loved to fuck.
The following afternoon, we caught a taxi to the police station on the Dutch side of the island. We waited outside until he showed up after finishing his shift. Then dressed in his civvies, he mounted an impossibly small min-bike, one of those with the fat 10 inch wheels, and we followed him through the town until we came to his house. We heard a baby crying even before we entered the modest house. There to my surprise was a black girl, an island girl, holding a naked baby. She's his wife? Maybe the house girl? No, she was his wife. He'd never explained that to us, not that it really mattered who he was married to, so long as it wasn't to some heap of flab or to an octopus.
He took the child from her and introduced us. Tiki was her name and she didn't speak or understand a word of English. She did understand Dutch and I presumed French too, neither of which I understood. It was quite touching to see the big Dutchman cooing and fawning over the rather dark child,
He said something to Tiki and she disappeared into the back, soon returning with beers for their guests. He continued speaking to her in Dutch, so I didn't have a clue as to what was being said, whatever it was, Tiki was flashing a big smile.
Hans placed the child down on a mat on the floor and left it naked, happily cooing and kicking its arms and legs. He then stepped up to Tiki from behind and caressed her breasts. He dropped his hands and from the helm, he lifted the colorful house dress up and over her head. She was wearing absolutely nothing underneath and she was on full display.
Hans had her turn this way and that for us. What a body! Turning her to face us again, he cupped her tits and gave them a squeeze. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but milk squirted from both tits.
"Kirby, Bert. You too girls," Hans said with his heavy accent. "You want to taste?" Bert and I looked at each other and then nearly knocked the other down getting to her and latching our lips around her very dark nipples. I had tasted Jan's milk back when she was nursing Matt, but she only allowed that a few precious times. The sweet fresh milk brought back memories of happier days with Jan and our two young boys. Freda wanted a taste too and nudged Bert away from his dark brown tit.
Mindful that the little fellow playing with his toes on the mat might need a snack soon, I let her dark nipple slip from my lips. Hans, who moments before was standing behind her still dressed was now completely nude and helping the girls out of their clothes. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was to be with who.
Seeing that Bert was still occupied milking her tit, I realized that I could beat him to the punch and quickly shed my clothes. I wasn't too wrong about that. Bert came up for air and she went to her knees, latching her thick fleshy lips around my cock. I'd never had a black girl with dreadlocks blow me before, and I was looking forward to her taking me to completion. That wasn't to be, at least for the moment. Bert had joined the rest of us in getting bare butt naked and was pushing his dick in her face. She released me and took him. A few minutes later she was back to sucking me, then back to sucking Bert. I don't know who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, me or Bert. Meanwhile, I heard one of girls shout, "Oh, fuck yes!" I didn't have to look behind me to know what was going on.
As it turned out, Bert mounted her first and I resigned myself to sloppy seconds. He pumped her for a few minutes and then rolled off. "Don't cum in her," he told me. "Pull out and let's make it last." It was a good plan, one that was challenging at times, but one that paid off with a marathon screwing of a very accepting island girl. When I did finally bust my nut in her, I did her first. Not that Bert minded, in fact he went down on her. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was.
While Bert cleaned up her pussy, I let Tiki clean off my cock. Bert mounted her again and took it to the finish line.
There was a sudden hush in the modest bungalow. No more slapping of naked body against naked body, no more passionate wailings, no more squishy sounds. We were all done, all of us. The girls in particular looked like they'd been through the wringer.
Hans sent Tiki to fetch us all a cold beer. While she was gone in the back, the baby started fussing. Freda picked him up and put him to her big tit. He latched onto it and happily munched away, even if he wasn't getting anything from it. Freda was delighted too. "Oh, look, Bert! Isn't he darling!" she gushed.
"You just like your tits sucked," he replied and giving everyone a laugh.
Tiki delivered the cold beers and Freda continued to play with little boy while Hans was back at molesting Jan. "Oh, look, Jan!" Freda called out, "He has such a cute little dick!" Glancing over at her, I nearly choked on my beer. She was playing with the kid! "He likes it," she declared laughing as she continued. Sure enough, the kid was all smiles.
I thought for sure that Hans would put a stop to it, but he just laughed too. Thankfully Freda stopped on her on accord and handed the child to his mother for snack time. No harm done, I suppose, but still...
A few minutes later and the shit hit the fan! Hans had suddenly changed from affable fuck-buddy into something entirely different. He wanted us, Bert and I that is, to empty our wallets of all our cash. Then he relieved Bert of his solid gold Rolex and me of my Seiko Divemaster. He also relieved Freda of her 2 karat diamond ring and diamond earrings and took Jan's more modest jewelry as well. And he took our cell phones. In perfect English he told us to get dressed and called for a cab.
Here we were, four bawdy American tourists in a foreign country being rolled by a local cop. Totally out of our element, we were all scared to death that it might get worse. The cab came and Hans gave the driver instructions in Dutch, along with some our cash. The cabbie drove away, turning this way and that, ensuring that we were hopelessly lost, which we were. By and by we made to the French sector and then to our resort. Thankfully, Hans had no use for our credit cards and Bert was able to pay the cabbie for the ride. I still have no idea if the cabbie was in on it or not... probably not, but you never know. I also don't know if Tiki was actually his wife, or just some whore he knew.
Thoroughly shaken from being robbed, we retired to our bungalow, passing the outdoor bar where a party of sorts was in full swing. Once inside, Bert put it all in perspective. "Look, we all had a great time. Didn't we? I mean, that Tiki girl was a fine fuck and I'm sure you girls were well entertained. The cash, it can be replaced at closest ATM. The other stuff, I'll file an insurance claim and we'll be made whole. So, forget about it. No more long faces. I suggest we get naked, join the party outside and have some fun! Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky tonight."
Bert was right about that. We all got lucky that night. One by one, we disappeared. Me, I disappeared with a lady I met at the bar and whom I hadn't seen before. She looked pretty good in the soft light, but I was loaded, so who knows. Anyway, we went down the beach past the resort's equipment hut and into the dune field where mischief was a nightly event. We nearly stepped on a couple fornicating in the sand. Finding a reasonably secluded place, we got after it.
I guess any screw is better than no screw, but our tryst was lacking quality; probably too much alcohol on both our parts. When it was all over, we had somehow lost her bikini bottoms. That wasn't my problem and she didn't seem to be too concerned either, so we rinsed off the sand at the outdoor shower and she went her way. She never did say where she was staying or anything other than her first name. It was a case of two ships passing in the night. Still, I wonder what might have been said when she wandered into her hotel lobby completely nude.
I retired to my room only to find Jan fast asleep in our bed with some guy. I checked the other room. It was empty and I hit the sack. Sometime in the wee hours I was awakened by Bert who was fondling my dick. "Knock it off, Bert," I told him.
"Hey, you came to see me," he replied.
"I did not."
"I found you waiting for me."
"Just knock it off, Bert. I wasn't waiting for you. I'm not into that shit."
"Could have fooled me."
"I was drunk."
"That's not a defense that would stand up in court, you know."
Muttering obscenities, I got up and went to sleep on the sofa without so much as a sheet to cover me.
Freda didn't show up until late in the morning. By that time Bert had been called to the office where he was handed a police report on our robbery the evening before. The jewelry, cash and watches were all listed. The report was signed by a Janik Van Dyke. Bert was amused by the whole thing. "How thoughtful it was of Hans to supply us with this," he said. "It's just what the insurance company will want to see."
"Shouldn't we file a complaint?" Jan asked.
"With who?" Bert asked.
"The police," Jan answered.
"Not on your life, honey. I'll be damned if I'm going to step in St. Maarten again on this trip. Best to just let it go. That is unless you want to fuck Hans again, if that's his name, or unless you want see what a Dutch jail looks like from the inside." Good advice, councilor!
I wanted to be alone for a while, so I went windsurfing. Great fun. Gets your mind off the bull shit. When I returned a few hours later, I found Bert packing his bags.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked him. "We still have a few days here."
"Carlos called. He insists that I return and take care of an issue for him. I told him I'd be back in a few days, but he insisted that I return today. I told him no, but he still insisted. I told him I'd have to charge off my entire trip to him and charge him treble. He still insisted. So... you and the girls have fun. Me, I've got to work for a living."
Half hour later, Bert was on his way to the airport, leaving me to break the news to the girls. When I told them, they shrugged it off saying that when Carlos says jump, Bert jumps. They were just glad that he didn't make them go back with him early.
To be continued...
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