(FFF, MFf, swing, oral)
by Art Martin
The story concludes with Kirby's last days on St. Martin being a mixed bag, including his relationship with Jan, but his future is bright...
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With Bert gone, it was kind of odd the rest of the day. Our foursome was no more. I kind of missed Bert, but with Freda and Jan all to myself, I got over it.
We spent some time that afternoon lounging about in the sun, which of course necessitated the application of sun tan oil, a job I was happy to perform, and was happy to have performed upon me. I was oiling up Freda's huge tits for the umpteenth time when we were approached by a couple I hadn't seen before. They were a handsome couple, in their early thirties I guessed. Judging by the paleness of their skin, I surmised that they hadn't been in St. Martin for very long.
The man introduced himself as John and his companion as Karen. They were from Quebec Canada and said they'd just arrived that morning. Neither were completely nude, though Karen was topless. He asked about the rules.
"Rules? What rules?" I asked.
"The nudity," John stated. "We're staying up the beach and from what I was told, it was okay to go topless, but full nudity wasn't permitted."
"That's up the beach," I explained. "Down at this end, tops and bottoms are optional."
With his eyes roaming all over Freda's glistening nudity he asked, "Is it okay if we hang around down here?"
"It's supposed to be a free country," I replied, "but my hotel's management doesn't look kindly to squatters using their facilities."
"They own the beach?"
"Down to the water line, I suppose. The lounge chairs and umbrellas are definitely theirs. But I don't think they mind if you're passing through. Or if you're our guests." I sat up and invited Karen to sit by me. Freda did the same and offered John a seat by her. Once he sat, Jan joined in sitting on John's other side.
"I was just giving my girls an oiling," I said offering the bottle of suntan oil to him.
"Really?" he asked as he took the bottle from me.
Placing my now empty hand on Karen's thigh I replied, "So long as you don't object to me tending to Karen here."
"You mind, Honey?" he asked his companion.
"I'd rather have one of the girls do it," she replied.
"Oh, okay," he said as he stood up and handed the oil to Freda. John and Karen switched places, which definitely was not what I had in mind.
Freda was more than happy to grease up Karen's C-cups titties. "Fuck, that's hot," her companion commented as Jan joined Freda in feeling up the woman.
I glanced about to see if we were being observed. What Freda and Jan were doing was definitely out of bounds. It was one thing for a couple to do that, but this might be too much to let pass. "Uh, how about if we take this inside?" I asked our little group. John was all for that. Karen was agreeable too as was Jan and Freda. 'Hot damn!'
I thought for certain that they all understood, especially John and Karen, that I wanted to swap women and have a screw party. Especially after I boldly pulled Karen's bottoms down and got her completely naked on the beach.
At last I was going to do what I had planned for this trip; get some high quality strange. Sex with a willing stranger. Sex for the sake of sex. So far it had been more or less a bust, especially considering what had happened with Hans, and I don't just mean being robbed. In the cold sober light, and with 20/20 hindsight, it was obvious that Tiki was just a lactating whore that Hans, if that was his name, had baited us with. The bastard probably shook her down too on a regular basis. Not exactly what I had in mind, that's for sure.
Taking Karen's hand, I led her and our entourage to our bungalow where we would fornicate with abandon. Once inside, my plans began to disintegrate, though that wasn't immediately apparent. Karen pulled away from me and latched her lips on Freda's tit. Jan meanwhile, came in low and came up between Karen's legs, which she eagerly spread. With the three ladies mutually engaged, they fell upon a bed and got after it.
I must admit that I enjoyed the show as much as John did, but when I tried to introduce my dick to the mix by shoving it in Karen's face, I got it in the balls. Holy fuck! I doubled up in agony on the floor holding my traumatized testicles. You'd think that either Jan or Freda would come to my aid, but that didn't happen. Jan would later say that she was unaware that Karen punched me in the balls. Freda just shrugged it off. All I know for sure is that John helped me up and suggested that we go for a walk. Go for a walk? Fuck! I guess taking a walk at that point was better than beating the crap out of that bitch, but I didn't feel that way at the time.
Outside John tells me his sister wasn't into guys. His sister! Apparently they came down just to get some sun and maybe some pussy for Karen.
"And what did you come down for? To score some dick?" I asked rather gruffly.
"Oh, no. I like girls. I'd love to get it on with either or both of your two friends. But... Karen's staked out her claim to them. That is at least as far as I'm concerned."
Not wanting to have anything further to do with John or his bitch sister, and having nothing better to do, I waded out into the water and sat down, wishing that I caught that flight with Bert earlier that day. John? He wandered off back up the beach to ogle bare tits.
Who knows how long the Sappho party went on. Once my nuts stopped aching so much, I went to the equipment hut and checked out some snorkeling gear. Swimming out to the reef, I got in some snorkeling, mostly checking out all the naked and near naked girls swimming around. There was one group of four mermaids that caught my attention. It's hard to tell what someone looks like wearing a face mask, but they were all blonde and seemed to be related, sisters perhaps, all at different stages of development, from prepubescent to very fuckable. I watched the four naked girls for some time, but they eventually disappeared, Having no desire to go back in, I floated about and stayed on the reef until sunset.
Back at the bungalow, Jan and Freda were nowhere to be found. I threw on some clothes and headed up the beach to where I could get something to eat. Afterwards, I went back and hung out at the bar, hoping I'd score again. I didn't. It wasn't until the wee hours before Jan and Freda showed up at the bungalow. By that time I was in a foul mood and didn't acknowledge either of them until the morning when I couldn't help but notice Jan sucking my cock. Both girls were rather playful that morning, making amends for ignoring me the previous evening. I made it clear to both of them that Karen wasn't welcome here. Jan was clueless with what had happened to my poor nuts, but Freda just didn't think it was such a big deal.
Sometime after lunch, things suddenly took a turn for the better. A man with an entourage of four females, ages 11 to late thirties, approached the three of us as we lounged about. The females, I guessed, were the four mermaids I had admired the day before out on the reef. If it was apparent then that they were related, it was now clearly obvious that they were a mother and daughters group. They all seemed to be copies of the mom, short blonde hair, blue eyes, pebble-sized pink nipples, sultry lips, only different ages. Curiously the mom was wearing bikini bottoms while the three young girls were totally au natural.
The man, who was wearing pink swim trunks, started speaking in French until I made it clear that I didn't have clue what he was saying. Then in passable English, he made clear that they had arrived the day before and were staying at the same resort as we were. Then he made me a proposition. Seems that he was impressed with Freda's and Jan's breasts and wanted to get to know them better. His wife, Angele, was interested in getting to know me better too and in the biblical sense. Angele was as pretty as her daughters, not overly endowed, but slender and very desirable. Jan and Freda, cock hounds that they are, were more than willing to retire inside with a man they'd never seen before.
I could hardly believe my luck! At last I was going to do what I had set out to do, a straightforward swap. I suggested that we go to my bungalow, as it was close. Marcel suggested that he take Jan and Freda to his bungalow and that I take his wife to my bungalow. Fine by me!
Marcel spoke to Angele in French, apparently explaining the arrangement. Angele smiled at me, clearly game for some strange dick. She turned and said something to the three girls, then offered her hand to me. It was at that point that I got off my butt from the lounge chair.
It wasn't until I opened the door to my bungalow, that I realized something was amiss. The three girls, they were coming with us. Did I get the wrong idea? I didn't have a chance to attempt clarification before all three were inside with Angele, who promptly wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. Was I expected to have sex with all four of them? The youngest hadn't sprouted tits yet and couldn't have been more than eleven. The oldest, a fine example of nubile beauty, couldn't have been older than sixteen. The middle one, well... Instantly a vision of being busted screwing under aged girls came to mind and along with it a long stay in a French prison.
"Uh, no, no, no!" I blurted. "No kids!"
Angele frowned, looking at me clearly baffled. She said something to the girls and to my relief, the two youngest sat down on the sofa. Angele then took my hand and led me to one of the bedrooms. I began to close the door, but Angele stopped me, so I left it open. Taking charge, she pushed me onto the bed and crawled on top of me.
'Ha, ha!' I thought, 'A tiger.' No sooner had that thought formed than I noticed the oldest daughter was climbing into the sack with us! 'What is the age of consent here?' I thought. 'Maybe she's older.' Then I thought, 'Hell, if her mom's okay with me doing her... why not?' I'd always heard the French were rather liberal about these things.
So there I was, flat on my back with a huge erection pointing to ceiling with a great looking mom and her great looking daughter, both naked and ready to fuck me blind. The mom and the girl, both sitting either side of me, began talking; about what I have no clue, but I surmised the teenager's name was Jolie. Hello, Jolie!
Jolie then reaches out and takes my cock into her cool hand, holding it with the softest of touches. Her fingers began to move, sliding up and down my shaft and around my seeping head, then down to gently fondle my balls. The mom, who had been keeping up a steady chatter, suddenly leans into me to lay a French kiss on me, while Jolie continued to feel me up.
I'm thinking, 'Mom and daughter combo with me in the middle? Fuck yeah, that's hot, hot, hot!' I just about shot my wad right then and there. To keep from erupting, I had presence of mind to gently remove the teenager's hand from my dick to let it cool off a little. Mom meanwhile moves down to suck my nipples and kissed down further past my navel and began licking at my tortured organ. The girl joined back in by running her finger nails across my chest. I'm already in heaven when I feel the mother's lips surround my weeping glans and then glide gently down my stalk, her tongue darting and teasing my cock just under the crown rim. That did it. I came with a rush with my sight graying, pumping my load into the mother's sucking maw. Holy fuck!
Angele came up for air not spilling a drop. She smiled up at me and then took Jolie's hand and put it back on my wet and now softening dick. Somehow it remained semi flaccid, perhaps because it knew it would soon be inside the teenager's twat while her mother sucked her daughter's perky tit... or at least that's what I imagined would happen.
Regaining my senses, I knew I had to do my part and at least begin to try and satisfy these two Francophone hotties. The most politic thing to do, I decided, was to concentrate on the mom first. Aggressively I put Angele on her back and dove head first between her legs, pushing her legs up against her chest to bar her pussy to my mouth and tongue. Her pussy lips were like two fleshy curtains, a sure sign of an oft fucked pussy. Burying my face between her two flaps, I scoured up her tasty trench with the flat of my tongue and was rewarded when she cried out softly, letting me know that I had made the correct initial move. After a few licks and teasing her clit, it made its appearance and was soon captured between my lips. It was hell staying attached the way she was bucking her hips.
I was expecting Jolie to somehow join in to make her mother howl, but instead I felt her hand sliding around my butt and then between my legs to fondle my balls. Well, that was more than okay by me!
Angele began moaning. The moans increased in volume and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her two youngest come to door and look in briefly as I ate out their mother. Angele's body began to quake. Suddenly her clit disappeared into the hood as she went silent and stiffened, an event that brought a smile of satisfaction to my sucking lips. I continued assaulting her clit until she pushed my head out from between her legs.
That's when I realized that I had a finger up my butt, a finger that was quickly retracted when I looked over at Jolie. 'So you want to play?' I said to myself and made a move to the teen. Not wanting to take it too fast, I nibbled at her ear and gently stroked her breast, an action that got her to panting fairly quickly. I was about to move down to suck some tit when I was pulled away from the girl by her mother.
"No, no, no!" Angele chastised while wagging a finger at me, a clear signal that I should cease and desist.
Confused, I asked softly, "What the hell?"
Angele pulled me completely away from her daughter and had me flat on my back. Crawling on top of me, she took my reinvigorated cock, lined it up with her pussy, sat on me and ground her cunt into me while her pussy gently squeezed and released my cock. Right away I realized Mom was a talented fuck. The girl would have to wait. Angele began to slowly rise and fall on my prick. This was fine with me, as it gave me the chance to play with her tits while she fucked me. It was curious though, for while we fucked, she began a conversation of sorts with the daughter who paid careful attention to what was going on. I also noticed that we had an audience once again at the door.
I let Angele fuck me for good long while. She was doing a terrific job on my cock with her undulating hips and her very active pussy, but I eventually needed a change and rolled her over. Now with me on top, I jack hammered her pussy. She went wild and I had to hang on for dear life. I really wanted this screw to last a long time, but even with me on top, she never gave a me chance to pull out and cool off.
Having spermed her cunt, I rolled off out of breath. After a few moments I realized that if and when I got it up again, it'd be the Jolie's turn. I opened my eyes only to find the teen girl was gone as were her younger sisters. However, Angele, in her post-coital glow was attentive to my flagging prick and wasted no time slurping off our mutual juices. But then, after cleaning my cock, she got up and left. Not just from the room, but from the bungalow.
'Now what?' I thought and hauled my sorry butt outside. I found her chatting with her husband, surrounded by their three girls. She smiled and waved at me, then the entourage wandered off towards the water. It wasn't until then I realized my plan for a long afternoon mom-and-daughter sex job had been dashed. Not only that, but as far as Jolie was concerned, I was just a teaching prop. Still, Angele was a great fuck, and I had nothing to really complain about, other than I wanted to spend more time with her.
About then, Jan and Freda showed up. It was obvious that they had a good time too and I was informed that Maurice was a skilled lover who had gotten them both off big time. That just made me feel that maybe I hadn't measured up. I don't know, maybe I hadn't with the French woman.
Jan suggested that we clean up, dress adequately and then head up the beach and have an early dinner. We were all hungry, so we did just that. Later that night, Jan slept with me. Freda, she was off somewhere on her on. It was our last night and it proved to be uneventful. Next morning, after Freda showed up all smiles, we packed our meager belongings, checked out and took a taxi to the airport.
Our seats had been assigned long before. Jan sat with me and some other lady. Bert's seat was unoccupied and Freda sat with some guy. I wasn't much in the mood to chat with Jan, not that I was angry with her, especially after she sucked my morning wood without me even asking.
We were about an hour into the flight back to North Carolina for our connecting flight to Tampa, when Freda gets up and squats down in the aisle next to me. With a huge grin, she shows me her hand. It was covered with man-milk. I looked over at the guy she'd been sitting with, he was looking out the window. Freda then made her way to the lavatory.
Upon her return, the guy slips out of his seat with a wet spot on the front of his loose shorts, and went to clean up. Freda leans over and tells Jan, “You want to play with that guy? He's got a nice dick. He's speechless already,” she laughed. “You'll really blow his mind with another hand job. I'll keep Kirby company.”
To her credit, Jan declined. Freda moved back to her seat when the guy returned with a sheepish look. It was hard for me to see, but I'm certain that Freda wasted no time in running her hand up the leg of his loose shorts again. I looked over at Jan and she just shook her head.
A little while later Jan tells me, “Kirby, I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry I hurt you. You're the nicest, most generous and loving man I've ever met, and I threw you away. Can you ever forgive me?”
“Jan, I think we're long past apologies.”
“I'll make it up to you.” My expression no doubt conveyed my skepticism. “I still love you, you know.”
“No, I don't know,” I replied wishing now that she'd switched seats with Freda.
“I could come and be with you.”
“Bert owns you. I doubt he'd let you.”
“I can always tell Bert...”
“Tell him what?”
“That I still love you. That I want to make up with you. That I want to cook for you, and take care of you.”
“I'm doing just fine by myself, Jan. Besides, I now have other interests to consider.”
“You could still be with other women, Kirby. I'll let you. Just let me come home with you today. I won't get in your way. You'll see.”
I didn't answer. I just rose from my seat and sat next to Freda who was feeling up that guy again. When he saw me watching, he turned six shades of red. I leaned over and said, “Don't worry pal, she does that to me all the time. Even when her husband is there. So enjoy it. You'll have one hell of story to tell back at the office. Of course everyone will think your full of shit.” Then I leaned back, closed my eyes and tried to nap.
The three of us sat together during the second leg of the flight home. I half expected Freda to slip her hand up my shorts, but she didn't. Near the end of the flight, during the approach to Tampa International, Jan whispers to me so that Freda couldn't hear, “I want to go home with you, Kirby. Please?”
Jan always knew how to get her way with me and she was at it again. I steeled myself to the assault and didn't give her an answer one way or the other. On the one hand it would be nice to have someone to sleep with regularly again, especially if that someone never held back. And it would be nice to have a decent home cooked meals on a regular basis too. The cleaning... the house maid took care of that along with my laundry, so that wasn't a plus. On the other hand, did I want my bedmate to be on call to go fuck whomever Bert wanted her to fuck for him? I don't think so. But maybe she could extricate herself from Bert... maybe, but not likely. Maybe I should take her home, fuck her for a few days and then send her back to Bert. That would work, maybe... Did I want to get involved with her again? Hell, I was already involved.
We didn't need too many clothes for our trip to St. Martin. With only a small carryon bag each, we had no need to go to the luggage claim. Even so, it was where we were supposed to meet Bert.
He strolled up to us, giving Freda a hug and a kiss. He then turned to Jan, handing her folder of legal papers. “Jan, I need for you to take these to Carlos for his signature ASAP. Go home and put on something sexy on. No need to overdo it as you probably won't be wearing it for long. You know the drill. Now, let's go.”
As they walked away, I realized that Bert hadn't even acknowledged my presence. Ten yards away, Jan turned to me with a forlorn look and then kept walking. “Yeah, Bert owns your ass,” I said to no one in particular. “Have your fun, Jan. It's what you wanted.” I wasn't angry with her, if nothing else I was relieved that she wasn't going to try and park her ass in my house again, not that I wouldn't mind the occasional hook up with her.
Upon entering my house, I set about catching up with my business interests, ignoring the emptiness of the place. Despite my best intentions, my mind soon wandered. Did my St. Martin trip live up to my expectations? Sadly no. That's not to say it didn't have its memorable moments, such as Hans fucking the hell out of Jan, or even that black lactating whore he set Bert and me up with, that was something else! My dive watch wasn't irreplaceable and the cash lost, well, it was the price I had to pay and I was thankful I had left my Rolex home. Hooking up with Angele, now that was memorable, even if I didn't get a crack at Jolie's pussy, it was still erotic as hell, even if it was much too short.
As I considered my fantasy vacation, I came to realize that my two ski trips were better, even the Christmas trip when I swapped Jan for those two wildcats was better than what actually happened on St. Martin. And the Thanksgiving trip... well that was a home run if there ever was one, made all the better because it was spontaneous on my part. I really needed to raise my boys' monthly allowances!
A few weeks later, I thought to give Bert a call and invite him and the girls over for steaks; kind of a thank you.
“What do you need, Kirby?” Bert rather gruffly answered when he picked up the phone. I explained that I wanted to invite him and the ladies over for grilled steak and lobsters as a thank you for good time in St. Martin.
“Hell, who are you kidding?” he replied cutting me off in the process. “You just want to fuck my women. You made it perfectly clear that you weren't interested in my friendship on a personal basis. Fuck! Even after I got you that sweet deal on the piece of property you had such a hard-on for... I didn't have to do that, you know, but I thought of you as a friend. Tell you what, from now on, let's keep things on a professional attorney/client basis. That includes this phone call.” Then he hung up on me. Needless to say I was floored.
A few days later, I got bill from him for his time on my phone call to him! Fuck, he was seriously pissed off! I did owe him big time for that real estate deal. He had always done a great job of looking after my interests, plus I really did enjoy hanging out with him these past few months... up to a point. On the other hand, if it had taken a blowjob or two to make that deal, I would have made the deal, cold sober! But that wasn't part of the deal, explicit or implied. Maybe he was right about not mixing business with pleasure, especially since I had no interest in him groping me or worse, sober or drunk! Still, I felt ungrateful and the whole thing put me in a funk.
That weekend, I got a call from Kyle, a call that brightened my outlook considerably. “Hey, Dad,” he began, “I've got a great idea for spring break. Why don't we go sailing?”
“Yeah! Great idea, Kyle! We'll take the boat down to Key West, get in some fishing, maybe do a little diving...”
“Sounds great, but that's not what I had in mind, Dad. I was thinking that we'd fly down to the Virgin Islands and rent a bare boat. Maybe one of those big catamarans.” Before I could say that my vacation funds were tapped out, he added, “You remember Gretchen and Salina from Christmas?” How could I forget! “They want to go. How about it, Dad? Hot asssed naked women!” Well, that certainly put a different light on things. I could sell some gold coins I had and replace them later. “Just don't bring Mom, this time,” he added.
“She hates sailing, remember?”
“Yeah, but she'd really mess things up.”
“Anything for me?” I asked. “Or will this be three on two?”
“Oh, no! I have someone in mind for you. How about Bunny? She wants to go too.” My boy had developed into one hell of a salesman!
“Oh, hell, yes, Kyle! Hell, yes!”
THE END of KIRBY'S FANTASY VACATION
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