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   THE POOL AND BAR
   Sitting on a stool by the bar, reading a Magazine was an absolutely
spectacular woman.  She was one of the guests at this remarkable resort.
   Marque noticed her earlier at the breakfast room thirty minutes ago and
now she was looking for a place where to get seated or to place her
blanket.
   Marque was a little embarrassed to stare at her.  He estimated that she
was thirty, something, red-haired, and a woman that could be considered
quite attractive by most people.
   She certainly enjoyed dressing to show her figure.  From out of the
corner of his eye Marque noticed her moving across the yard.  She was
moving closer and selecting a lounge chair next to him.
   The man leaned back in the chair, interlacing his hands behind his neck,
closing his eyes.  She watched his movements.
   The woman could tell that the man from the breakfast room was spying on
her.  She took off her skirt, and underneath wearing a slight bikini with a
thong bottom, to minimize sun lines.
   Liz was initially looking for another place where she could read her
magazines in solitude and observe the people at the pool.  But she was
drawn to the man.  Liz was in the mood for some play.
   She found an empty lounge chair next to him, stretched languidly,
arching her back and pushing out her bust, and then took off her top.  She
started rubbing and massaging her breasts with sun tan lotion.
   Liz looked at the man.  She could see that there was bulge in his swim
pants that he was trying to conceal.
   Marque thought that this woman did provide him with some wonderful
fantasy material for masturbating whenever he would find the time alone.
   She broke the silence first though, decided to speak with the man.  "How
long have you been her?" She asked and was determined to turn the
conversation to a sexual theme after a while.
   Marque sighed, straightened and opened his eyes.  The woman was close.
Her breasts rose and fell, as she breathed, underneath the tiny bikini top.
   She began talking about how she enjoyed watching the people at the pool.
Her secret joy was to get that man's cock become hard.
   "Do you like the relaxed mood at this place?" She asked.
   Marque cleared his throat."Two days, oh, sorry, my name is Marque." He
continued.  "I didn't see you here at the pool yesterday.  How long have
you been here, miss?"
   "My name is Liz and I've been here for a week.  I spent my day up at my
patio yesterday and got involved with an incident that made me select this
place for a change." She explained.
   She stuck out her hand, casting a glance at the man and the big bulge in
his swimming trunks.  He took her hand, the momentary contact was warm and
inviting.
   "I'm here for a short vacation."
   She also told the hours she spent at the gym.
   "Two days ago I was strolling along the nude beach to get acquainted
with all the naked bodies out there." Liz said.
   Her eyes appraised the man, and suddenly Marque felt a little
uncomfortable.  He swallowed, confused.
   "What happened?" Marque asked.  "I didn't know about the nude beach. 
Was it good?  Did you like it?" He asked.  Marque was getting curious about
this woman.
   She started to tell about a young man that had been spying on her from
his own balcony.  "I was there on my own patio wearing my bikini.  Suddenly
I could hear rhythmic rustling." Liz explained.
   "Nothing serious, I thought." She said lightly.
   "There was something familiar to the sound.  From the corner of my eye I
could see, there was a young man on the balcony, next to my patio.  I
didn't know how long he had been looking at me." Liz said with a low
whispering voice.
   "What was the sound?" Marque asked.
   "From his hidden position, the young man had a good view at my nearly
naked body and after a while he'd got carried away and started
masturbating." She said.
   "How long did he watch you?" Marque asked.
   "About thirty minutes to one hour." Liz said.
   Marque listened to her detailed explanation how she caressed her breasts
slowly, lifting them slightly from underneath, relieving herself if only
for a moment.  Then she decided to take off her bikini top.  "I stroked the
undersides gently and as I did so he was there watching."
   "I slid my hands down further, towards my hips and crotch, and as I did
so he slowed down.  I guess he wanted this self-pleasuring to last as long
as it could." Liz said.
   "Did he know that he'd been caught?" Marque said.  He felt his penis
stiffen instantly at the realization of what she was going to say.
   "I knew the moment I touched my clit, I was going to come.  Excuse me
for being so blunt." She apologized.
   "Please, let me know what happened," Marque urged.
   She looked into his eyes and Marque could see her smile as she
continued, "No, I don't think so, in the first place, I really didn't think
in terms of time.  I was so excited by the attention." Liz said.
   "I didn't want to embarrass him and decide to keep my eyes nearly
closed, pretending I was sleeping." She said.  "But I could see his big
erection sticking straight up and out of his swim panties.  He had his
knuckles around the rigid shaft and was moving his hand up and down."
   "How long did he last?" Marques asked.  He wanted to know more about the
voyeur.
   She looked thoughtful for a moment.  "Why is that so important to you?"
   Marque blinked, thinking for a moment.  The only coherent thing he could
think to say was, "I'm just curious."
   Liz continued to describe the event in great detail.  It was evident,
she hadn't been measuring time.  But she had measured something that was
more relevant for her.  "I sighed and took my hands away from their
intended destination."
   Marque commented, "I can understand his fascination."
   She seemed to smile as she watched me appraise her, then said.  "The
cock had an enormous round head, and his balls, as they hung down over the
waistband of his swimsuit, were huge!  He was jacking it fast, and as I
stared in awe, his eyes drifted shut." She said.
   Perhaps he knew, perhaps not.  Marque shivered, his eyes widening as her
tight bikini brushed her external lips.  He could see the swollen lips
through her panties.
   It's what women do.  For some reason, ever since she'd been a teenage
girl, she'd always loved the sight and sound of a man wanking his cock. 
Suddenly it was there, it was public, and it was naughty, and it was
deliciously secret.
   Liz loved being the center of attention.  She enjoyed the admiring gazes
of the man standing there watching her.  When it started, she was dressed
in nothing by a tiny little pink bikini.
   The bottom was a thong that barely covered her pussy and completely
failed to cover her ass, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.  In the
first place, while lying flat on her stomach, she didn't know about an
audience eager to ogle her.
   "I have no clear idea how he got started.  I suppose, he gripped his
cock and began to stroke, slowly and got carried away." She gave him one of
those crazy female gazes.  Her mind drifted to scene on the patio.
   Marque wanted to know, why she hadn't moved away.  "Didn't you find it
embarrassing to be a sex-object to a next door voyeur?"
   "I enjoyed the nastiness of him watching and decided to help him to a
genuine orgasm." Liz continued.
   "He was certainly enjoying the show." Marque teased her playfully.
   She sighed, and straightened herself in the lounge chair.  After a
while, she glanced at Marque's bulge again, and then back at her legs.
   "I had a good look at his size.  He thrilled me.  That thing was
enormous!" She explained.  She smiled easily, her eyes laughing.
   She lingered in a very sexy pose with her legs spread, eyes closed,
pretending to be sleeping, letting the horny voyeur enjoy himself a while
longer.  "I could hear a gasp of shock as I slipped two fingers right into
my pussy." Liz said.
   She continued with all the details, how he was standing.  "He held it
pointing upwards along his belly, extending well above his navel."
   After a moment, Liz swallowed, and tilted her head to the side.  Slowly,
ever so slowly, she eased her legs apart.  Her position was inviting.
   "Later, he jerked it off using with both his hands.  His hand right was
a blur of motion, stroking that young and vigorous penis furiously." She
said, her voice barely above a whisper.
   Marque swallowed and nodded.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he
thought, well aware about his semi-erect penis jutting out obscenely from
underneath his swim wear.
   "He used the other hand as an open pussy and lubricated the swollen and
soaked cock head with new pre-cum that was dripping out from the piss
hole."
   Liz enjoyed telling him how amazing it was to see such a large one being
jerked off.  She let out a slight moan.  "It felt like my nipples stood
out, hot and pink, half an inch from my chest."
   She looked concerned for a moment.  Here eyes were half-closed.  Marques
could tell she was enjoying his attention too as she was telling the story.
   "You should know, my hands slipped between my thighs, and my fingers
made deliciously slow and wicked circles around my engorged nether lips."
   She certainly had been excited by the event herself as she watched the
neighbor's huge erection being masturbated.
   "It's a pleasure to meet you." Liz said to Marque.
   "I really enjoy talking about this to a man." She continued and watched
the snaky movements of Marque's cock inside his swim pants.
   Her lips looked puzzled.
   "It would be nice to get an explanation why men like to do things like
that?"
   "How did you feel?" Marque asked.  "You've a remarkable body.  I can
easily understand why his was doing it.  You're a good looking woman and a
perfect sex object.  I'd like to do it." He continued and watched at her
reactions.
   Would she be mad?  What if she left him alone?  Or worse, slapped his
face?
   "I was amazed, enthralled, captivated by the secret show.  His cock was
soaked, and made slippery sounds as he slid his hand up and down on it."
Liz said.
   For some reason, Marque couldn't understand why, why she didn't find the
situation offending.
   "Dear Liz, you're a mature woman have come to grips with your sexual
desires.  The obscene action taken by the voyeur didn't hurt you.  He
didn't take more than the visual stimulation from you."
   Marque tried to explain, well aware that feminists would get mad hang
him from his balls for such a statement.
   "Pretty, isn't it?" Liz said.
   Marque looked at her smiling face and was relieved.  He hadn't offended
her, and he thought that the man had kept up jacking steadily in silence
for many minutes before he'd been caught.
   Marques own hand, by now, was rubbing his cock through the fabric of his
swim trunks.
   Every now and then he would strive to squeeze the tip.  His lust rose
with each grasping hold his excited organ gained.
   Liz was imagining again how the voyeur's big dick had been glistening
and shiny with a film of cream, foaming slightly from the steady jacking.
   How his hand made a sticky wet sound as he slid it up and down the
length of the huge rod, sliding it over the skin lightly on its cushion of
lubricating fluid up over the head to the tip, and slowly back down to the
base.
   The voyeur seeing the gorgeous, naked woman spreading her legs and
touching herself thus took him into the final.  Worse still was her pussy,
moist and juicy, held open by her splayed legs, exposed to him.  He wasn't
able to hold back.
   The wanker continued to beat his meat.  It was so gratifying that the
woman spend so much time on ensuring his sexual satisfaction, although she
was also satisfying herself."
   She continued with her revelation: "The wanker was in ecstasy, he was
beating his meat with furious speed.  He started panting, breathing rapidly
in short gasps.  Several minutes went bye before he started to come." Liz
explained.
   "Where is your room located?" Marque asked.
   "There," Liz said softly, pointing.
   "Is that right?" Marque said and glared at her.  "My room is on the
other side.  You're squeezed between two men."
   "I could estimate the moment he was close to coming.  Suddenly a huge
shot of come squirted from the head of his monster erection, and another
and another, hitting his chest, and dripping down his belly.  He was
squirting into the air onto his belly.  That was incredible!"
   Her legs were spread slightly, and Marques got a good look at her
exposed pussy.  She was staring at his penis!  Liz was transfixed by the
sight.  Marques was displaying a huge hard-on.
   "It was a remarkable feeling." Liz said.
   Her story had turned him on.  She had some had some thoughts about her
own situation.  The dampness between her legs was most probably visible. 
As she moved her hand down to feel, she couldn't stop but pressed a finger
deep inside her plump lips.
   The wet spot at the junction of her legs was getting larger.  Liz wanted
to touch her pussy more.
   As Marque watched, he saw that she had her right hand pressed against
her pussy and was moving it in small circles.  Her left hand was at her
left breast, and Marque could tell she was happily squeezing her nipple.
   He realized she was masturbating, and he once again felt a familiar
hardness between his own legs.  He gazed at Liz in wonder, watching this
wonderful woman pleasure herself.  She didn't mind to show her horniness to
him.  She can't tear her eyes away from his.
   "What do you do?" Liz asked.  She noticed again a bigger, wet stain,
growing on the front of his swim pants.
   "I'm a writer," Marque responded.  He too looked down and saw the dark
stain on his swim pants.  His hands dropped to hide it from her.  That
didn't help much, things turned out worse.
   "That's quite an incident," She said.  "I've a little bookstore in a
small town," She explained.  "What are you writing?"
   "Nothing very classical, I write adult and erotic fiction," Marque said.
"I haven't published in this country."
   "Porn, fiction, wow, you must have dirty mind," She said with a smile.
You've been naughty and writing about very private things." Julie
continued. "Is it exciting to write about porn?" She asked.
   "I hope so.  It's very entertaining and creative work," he continued.
   Marque's dick was itching and tingling.  He moved his hand over the big
bulge and started to feel how is own huge rod stretched out.
   He could feel how his big erection started to cream inside his swim
trunks; Marques rubbed it around the head to lube it.  He started to feel a
strange sensation.
   Liz did lay there stunned, in amazement; the man next to her was looking
at her.  She knew what he was feeling in his big dick.  Liz was imagining
him feeling; an intensely erotic experience!  "I couldn't believe it." She
said.
   They continued to talk.  Marque watched for perhaps five minutes, gently
stroking his erection with his right hand.
   Marque cock was throbbing and was dripping with precum, but he was too
shocked or excited to jerk it fully exposed in front of her, but he wanted
to do it.  She was oozing sex appeal.
   She brought both legs up, with her knees to her chest, "Please, have a
close look," She said.  She still wore the bikini trendy bottoms.  He used
her both hands to flip away the narrow bikini string and showed here pink
pout lips.
   "Do you like this?" Liz whispered, letting Marque get a good look at her
assets.  She wasn't ashamed to behave like a cock-obsessed bimbo.
   Marque asked his voice suddenly very concerned.  "Are you alright?  It
looks so good."
   "Yes," murmured Liz, drifting on a cloud of erotic satisfaction.
   Her gentle voice came to his rescue.  "You too got an erection, didn't
you?" she said soothingly.  "It's nothing to be ashamed of," She said.
   "I think that you're visiting the Pleasure Island resort for the first
time.  You're going to find out some very interesting and entertaining
things here." Liz continued.
   "You can turn towards me; your erection won't offend my sensibilities.
And you're not the only person feeling horny in this place."
   He slowly slid his hand inside his trunks to grasp his swollen dick. 
His cock swung mightily into view.
   Marque's cock, which had just a moment ago hung proudly down his leg,
now squirmed in agitation.
   It hung down a little, a solid pillar of prime, gently pulsing dick.
   The uncircumcised head shone brilliantly in the sunlight, glistening
with Marque's potent juices.
   She was staring transfixed upon the mighty cock.  "It's beautiful," she
murmured softly.  A broad grin twisted wider across his sun-tanned face as
he proudly exposed the organ for her.
   Marque wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke slowly
and quietly.
   "Do you want this to go on forever?" she asked.
   His arousal had overcome the shame at his sexual thoughts, and his hand
built speed and increased the pressure on his stiff dick.  He masturbated
furiously, all the while thinking of my Liz's lips wrapped around his
manhood.
   When Liz saw what was provided for her, she raised an eyebrow.
   Marque knew he was about to come, and frantically searched for somewhere
to shoot.  Liz enjoyed seeing his totally uncontrolled sexual excitement.
She thought about the man at his balcony and how he had orgasmed with
silent desperate groans.
   She glanced over at it and felt more than a little faint.
   "Are you okay, honey?" Liz asked with a worried look on her face.  "What
is happening to you?  Did you get carried away by my story," She asked. 
"Did you like it that much?" Liz teased.  "Please, stand up and do it!"
   Five seconds later, Marques stood in full view of Liz and all the other
persons at the pool with his dick as hard as a steel rod.  He did hang his
head in shame, not daring to look at her.
   "Marque," Liz said with a firm voice, "look at me."
   He slowly raised his face, but wouldn't make eye contact with her. 
Marque was looking around.  How many persons were watching?  Her eyes were
smiling, and he could tell she was trying very hard not to giggle.
   He wanted to pull out his cock from his swim trunk.  The man wanted to
show.  He wanted to shower her.
   Marque could tell that there were at least five other women at the pool
stealing a glance at his penis.  They too were newcomers and hadn't spent
much time around the horny males with a constant, and very visible,
erection.
   Two more women were chatting and watching in their direction at the bar.
He also spotted a man standing at the bar.  He was turned towards the small
talking women.
   It was these constant glimpses of her body, and her exotic shaved pussy,
that kept him in a constant state of excitement.  Marque was brought back
to reality by a familiar tingle in his painfully penis.
   He didn't have many options.  Marque could simply wander off into the
bushes and find someplace to jerk off, but he'd have to go far enough to
avoid any casual observer.
   Marque wrapped his fingers around his shaft and began to stroke.  Liz
had removed the bikini panties.
   He let his eyes drift lower to where her shaved pussy lips protruded
between the tops of her thighs.  Marque could clearly see the shape of her
labia, and thought he could see her inner lips peeking out.
   The other women and people near bye did little to discourage his
erection.  Marque stood upright and tried to think of what to do.
   He fervently wanted to jerk off right there.  He could clearly see that
her outer lips were held slightly apart by her inner lips peeking out.  She
moved her legs, made sure that he had an unobstructed view of her hairless
pussy that was spread wide before him.
   Her outer lips had parted, and Marque could see her inner lips quite
clearly.  He realized now that the skin of her labia wasn't white, it was
actually a delicate pink, and the folds of her darker pink inner lips
spread before me.  Marque could clearly see the hood of her clit.
   "What do you think?" She asked.  There was a sense of apology and
sympathy in her expression.  Suddenly, her expression changed, she looked
at the other people at the pool side.
   "Do you forgive me?" she asked, looking up at Marque .  "I understand it
was my fault to get you into this state of unmanageable erection and
horniness."
   "So, you wanna watch?" growled Marque with his cock firmly implanted in
his palm.  He felt a need to practice his talent.  The excitement was
growing in him.
   Then he took off his pants.  The pressure grew in his groin.  She
probably would worship him with her sexy lips publicly if he so much as
suggested it.  She was moist, having aroused herself, and she was looking
at his crotch.
   "Start wanking!" She commanded and watched greedily at the size of his
penis.
   He was seated in front of her, proudly erect, his hands resting on his
hips.
   This could work.  Her obscene words triggered still more excitement in
her wildly impassioned body, and she groaned louder, "Do it to me...  fuck
your cock with your as hard as you can.  Make it cum for me.  Let it
spurt."
   Marque wrapped his fingers around the length of his shaft.  He was
finally ready to jerk off in front of her just for some relief.  Marque
began thrusting into his big hand with strong strokes.
   He started to enjoy the thrill of doing something naughty in a public
place.  Marque looked down between her spread legs to her spread and slick
pussy lips.  He began to pump away, slowly at first and then faster.  He
continued on.
   His big and ringed hand tightened around the shaft of his pulsing penis.
"Is it big enough?" he asked.
   Spurt after spurt coursed through his penis and droplets landed on his
stomach.  He grunted with satisfaction at planting the rest of his seed in
the red haired woman's sweating body.
   "I was just worried about you, honey," she said.  "I was stunned when
you got that thing out in the air from your swim trunks."
   "This time, I actually enjoyed masturbating." Marque said.  "My penis
got even harder at the thought that those five other women were watching."
   "Do you still like what you see?" Liz said spreading her legs wide open
for him to see.
   He stood there overlooking her slowly, admiring her large bust.  Her
long slender legs were only slightly parted, with her left knee bent as
though she was waiting for Marque to start fingering her.
   Her movements became suppler.  The eyes she focused on him hazed with
lust.  He could feel heat rising within her.  A hint of humiliation rose
inside her, losing her control of her now helpless body.
   She was yielding and changing her attitude readily; Liz had become
compliant and adaptable.  Her legs opened to him now.  The pink wet opening
exposed for his use.
   She was panting and gasping for breath, both excited and frantic.  The
adrenaline rush, coming from both fear and lust, gave her a boost.
   "Remain standing like that." Liz said.  "You should know that the women
around the pool have been watching you.  I think you have created a
fun-club," she concluded.
   But there was a new kid on the block too.  She had spotted a familiar
face.  The man, the voyeur, the wanker was there Sipping a coffee at the
bar only few steps away from Liz's and Marque's Lounge chairs.  He had been
looking at them.
   Liz wanted to use her fingers; soon she would begin massaging the trunk
of his prick.  She could feel a deepening sense of humiliation seep through
her inner mind, overcoming barriers remaining.
   In the depths of her vagina, another phallic thought probe breached her
mind.  She was now his, only the tiniest vestige of resistance remaining.
She was ready to accept any man.  Liz was ready for the new and unexpected
pleasures.
   THE MAN AT THE BAR WAS AROUSED
   Their show had excited him and that had stopped him worrying about her
or any other woman seeing his hard-on.  The man was proudly presenting! 
His cock was jutting out against the material of his pants.
   Liz was feeling a tingle down there again.  Her swollen clitoris, the
very centre of her flowing pleasure zone was playing tricks with her.
   Her pelvis thrust in and out, moving her clitoris to and from under her
slick expert fingers.  She knew that the complete male dominance needed a
further step to strip her of her last hold on herself.
   Liz was ready to hand over the ownership of her body.
   She wanted to shout out, "Please, use me again!" Suddenly she felt a
strong urge to run away to get to the nude beach and to get the hunks over
there spurting semen into her intimate parts.  Her humiliation knew a new
height.  She knew what she wanted.
   This Mister Marque standing naked in front of her was remarkably stiff
for a man who just came.
   She was no longer one of those horny free for all nymphomaniacs, but
instead a devoted lover determined to please her men.
   Liz, the red-headed woman with excessive sexual desire in and behavior
by a female, a person whose behavior deviates from what is acceptable
especially in sexual behaviour.
   She had been looking at that definition and she felt ashamed and proud
at the same time.
   The men in her life done what they could to increase her sexual
responsiveness, and improved on the sensitivity of her nervous system.  She
was looking for pleasure and excitement wherever she could.
   "Remain posed for me.  Stand so your attractive sex stands out for
everyone to see." Liz said to Marque .  Her eyes were hazed over with the
passion of one striving for orgasm, pushing for it.
   Liz wanted to confess something about what happened yesterday.  "I have
always loved making a man squirt, and my excitement was only seconds from
his." She told.  "As he kept pumping, I reached down between my legs and
pressed my fingers into my sticky, wet crotch.  I rubbed myself." She
confessed.
   "It wasn't just him doing it.  I've not been completely honest with
you." Liz said.  "It was me who started it.  He was there on his balcony. I
was feeling horny and started to feel my pussy.  He couldn't resist but
started to compile with me."
   She was feeling the tingling increasing in her groin and she let out a
low hiss of heated lust, staring straight into the eyes of the man heaving
before her.
   The cock started to rise up and swell.  He was getting even harder.  He
had it in his hand pushed it up; made the swollen head bulge.  His cock was
erect again, ready to be showed to all those waiting female sex toys at the
pool either gasping or panting out their lust.
   The females now had two men to watch and admire.
   Her tits thrust forward so the little points and the surrounding circles
of her nipples stood out.  She was still horny.  Liz wanted more.
   The nipple rose further when she thought about the other women out there
watching and how horny they were getting just from seeing the voyeur at the
bar that had turned to an exhibitionist.
   Marque cock was in the act of changing location in an upward direction.
   Liz was looking at the familiar face at the bar.  It was the young man
from the patio.  He was sipping a coffee, looking at the bikini clad women,
enjoying the warmth of the day.
   He had been looking at Liz and Marque performance in envy.  His
excitement was clearly visible.  Liz could see how he shifted uncomfortably
as his cock began to grow.
   He let his hand openly move onto the bulge in the front of his pants. 
It didn't take long time and the man was stroking his stiff cock.
   Jim - nobody at the bar knew his name - had been less than a week at the
resort.  The relaxed atmosphere encouraged women to wear brief, very
revealing, and sexy clothes to attract that most wanted attention from all
the men.
   He soon found out that quite a few enjoyed the stares and comments and
the frequent secret touches from him other men.
   Jim had noticed how turned on women were getting and how the initiated
and stimulated the male objects to show of their assets to them.
   He slowly stroked his huge tool.  They loved the sight, the man looked
fantastic.  Jim didn't take his eyes off of the women in front of him
either, as he continued to masturbate with his hand deep in his pocket.
   His hand slid up his shaft and he curled his fingers around the head.
   A few minutes later he moved his hand up and down the inside of his
thighs, reaching down to feel along the extending length of his organ,
lightly rubbing the tent his hard prick was making of the front of his
trousers.
   He reached down and wrapped his fingers around it through his pants.  He
stroked it and said, "Would you like to see me take it out?"
   They traced the movements of his hand over the bulge, how he was feeling
the length of his shaft as it doubled over inside the constrictions of his
pants.
   He was seated with his legs spread on a high bar stool.  He wanted to
see the women make their breasts and pussies available for his full visual
inspection.
   They were ready to interact, to do their part.
   His zipper went down and his big hand slid inside to rub his erection
through his underwear.  His prick was swelling and throbbing like never
before.  It was the audience that made it, he thought.
   Several females were watching as he had some trouble to get his hand
inside his underwear.
   They knew he was ready to fish it out.  As he wrapped his big hand
around his hard cock he said to the blond closest to him, "Would you like
me to take it out and masturbate for you here in the public?"
   "Yes!" The blond chick nodded.  There were no objections.
   He got lost in his desires, stroked faster, harder and soon he stiffened
and was close to flood his pants with a big load of cum.  He decided to
unbuckle his pants and pushed them and his boxers down to his ankles.  He
stepped out of his pants and boxers so that his long cock pointed up from
his lap.
   Two women were close bye and watching as he unzipped his pants, pulling
out his huge erect dick.  He began to pump up and down, three, four time,
pause, and pump it again.
   The female voyeurs moved closer to the man at the bar.  His orgasm
started to build up; little by little the stud added the speed.  He, the
wanker at the bar was really getting into it.
   The women were getting excited by the performance.  Liz knew on of them,
Miss Lana, from her home town.  She knew here quite well.  Lana moved her
hand to her clit and rubbed her swollen pussy lips as well.  Her cunt was
soaking wet by now.  They were closest to him and gazed at his erection. 
Her two fingers continued probing her sex hole.
   Liz knew the delicious feelings that she got when she masturbated when a
man wasn't at reach or easily available.  The wonderful feel of a slippery
finger over her hard nub of her clitoris, Lana had begun rubbing it and her
pelvis was set in a rolling motion in appreciation.
   Lana spread her legs for the man and raised her knees as her finger
began the familiar circling of her clit, down through her outer labia, now
very wet.  The man stared at Lana's large firm breasts and noticed that her
nipples were hard and swollen with passion.
   The other woman at the bar, Meg, was so horny and her pussy actually
dripped, soaking her panties.  Things were hot and got hotter.  She noticed
wanker's gaze at her large tits and she couldn't resist pulling her
shoulders back showing them off even better.
   She loved the way he looked at her.  She thought he was so cute and
sexy. The way he exposed himself was obscene by any standards, but the
women at Pleasure Islands Deluxe Spa were used with freaky men.
   He just looked at the two women in front of him, their solid sexy bodies
and dropped his pants on the ground in a pile.  He stared at them.  Then he
smiled.  What were this adult women thinking of, anyway.  How silly of him.
   Jim was obsessed, he was nuts.  They had come to this place to meet and
enjoy lots of horny dudes.  "I love to have more than one cock at a time,
long ones, great big fat ones that stretch my mouth to suck on, I love them
all." Meg declared.
   The man at the bar, Jim, was horny and in a wild mood.  So were the
three admirers' closest to him.  The females loved to watch the horny man
get wild and teased him sexually every way they got.  They watched his hand
on his throbbing shaft was moving around the head, pushing his pre-come
juices down over the shaft.
   Lana had flashed her fine tits at him and then her pussy.  A third woman
now walked towards the bar.  She had on a very low cut blouse that showed a
lot of her upper breasts.  Her mini-skirt was the shortest one she had and
just barely covered her ass and her cute and boiling hot pussy.  The blouse
was loose and low cut making it easy to see down all the way to her naval.
   Jim was one of those men who think with his dick when supposed to think
with his head.  He easily got into situations were he got his hands greasy.
   Her mini was also very brief.  She got seated, raised her minuscule
skirt and the man saw she wore no panties.  Her name was Lyn and that sweet
wet pussy was lovely.  That baby would sure going to make a lot cocks hard
at the resort.  Lyn had seen what was going on from her room and she had
hurried down to get a piece of the action.  Lyn was one of those who loved
to fuck!  Hard and long, her curved body was ready for multiple intakes at
once.
   Her breasts, straining against the cotton of her top, were full and
firm. Lyn was wet already, and the area between her thighs was slippery
with her warm female juices.
   The way her cunt would suck the jism out of a male bone wasn't difficult
to understand.  For a man who likes a big firm ass on a woman Lyn was the
perfect choice.  There was a long list of men having their dicks stiffened
when they thought about Lyn and her free wheeling and bouncing ass.  That
woman was a rode ride.
   He continued pulling his cock.  It was big and hard and the women around
him loved the look of it.  They all fantasized about having it between
their legs.  It was bigger than most they had seen.  Liz also recalled the
sight of him shoving his cock as he had been wanking while watching her on
the patio.  She thought the man looked pretty damned good at using that big
thing of his.
   Meg wanted to be the first woman daring to touch Jim's organ.  Se
reached out, fingers firmly wrapping around the shaft.  Her other hand was
already getting busy between her thighs, working eagerly on her well
developed and lubricated clit.  Her fingers were dripping from the signs of
her burning arousal.  Still kneeling and gripping the glowing apple size
head awkwardly.
   Lyn said, "Let me feel it too."
   Lana forced her pants to her knees, leaving her wet thighs exposed. 
Lana's pussy gaped slightly, seemingly eager for what was about to happen
and Jim was happy to see how horny the women around him were.
   The third aroused chick, not a girl anymore, Lyn with one hand still
teasing her clit, slowly leaned forward to feel the shaft and head towards
the skin of her cheeks.  Jim started to quiver at the touch of her damp and
pouty lips.  Then, unable to resist, and not wanting to resist, Lyn pressed
the top of the rod between her cock hungry lips.
   He stepped one step forward to the next person and touched Lana's face
with the head of his pre-cuming big mushroom cock head.  She didn't seem to
mind at all.  He was rewarded and encouraged by her as she started playing
with her slippery slit.
   Meg was looking at him with her big blue eyes.  "You would really let me
do that for you." She said, her eyes gleaming.  Her hand reached out and
she started stroking Jim's sausage sized tool like an expert.  She could
feel his cock about to explode.
   She leaned back and grabbed his enormously hard cock with her right hand
and slowly moved it up and down.  She had a sweet face, with brown eyes and
wavy brown hair past her shoulders.  She was very quiet and submissive.
   Jim felt like grinning, but he continued to maintain a sincere
expression, as he explained in detail what he would require of his ideal
woman.  He started to tell about a chick he had met the first day.
   "I was atop her in an instant, kissing, sucking, rubbing, licking.  Can
you imagine, my fingers slid down her belly and beneath the elastic
waistband of her panties, and she gasped as my forefinger slipped between
her labia?"
   They wanted to know about the woman.  "Who did you get into your bed?"
Lana asked.
   Jim was very proud about his encounter and wanted to tell more to his
attentive listeners, "I got a really good look, from mere inches away, as
my slippery and muscular tongue lapped her sweet-tasting pussy.  She was
holding her cunt lips spread open with her own fingers.  I did see a clit!
A huge clit, it was big and that than needed some good attention to swell
up and become extremely noticeable."
   "Who is she?  Is she here at the pool?" Meg wanted to know.
   "Julie is her name.  She had traveled all the way from UK to wrap her
hand around my throbbing dick," He explained.  Jim was thinking about their
encounter.
   Without much talk or foreplay, she closed her mouth around its head and
started to suck noisily while pulling gently upon it.  Jim told.  "She is
an incredible woman.  The next day I found her submitting herself to a
group of men at the gym.  I could see how they began do undress her, and
tied her up to one of the hydraulic muscles training machines."
   
  
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