Kit looked at Sandra's body admiringly. She was in her early thirties, tall and slender, with clear, icy-blue eyes. Her tits were like a couple of pillows, soft and bouncy, the kind you want to fluff up and bury your face in.
Then Kit rolled over and looked at her friend Terri. Hers was the opposite build of Sandra, short and plumpish, with round, firm buttocks that jiggled delectably when she walked. Even now, stretched out on the air mattress, they wiggled like two bowls of jello whenever she stirred. Sensing Kit's gaze, Terri suddenly looked up at her friend, gave her a wink and rolled over onto her back, exposing a deep auburn beaver that perfectly matched the chestnut mane on her head.
Absently, Kit wondered to herself what it would be like to nuzzle her hose into that beautiful bush. She had never made it with another girl before. Not because she hadn't wanted to. It had just never come up. But on this cruise, she thought, anything might be possible. She smiled contentedly and dozed off under the soothing rays of the hot sun.
They were awakened by the three men sharply whacking each of them on their bare rumps. "Hey, everybody get decent," George said. "We're pulling into Avalon."
Cliff Richards' hand lingered on Terri's luscious ass as he bent down and whispered in her ear, "Hey, how about you and me exploring the island together? I know this great little secluded beach."
Terri was up and dressed in brief shorts and a halter in minutes. The two of them slipped away from the rest of the group, leaving them to swim and drink away the rest of the afternoon on board the ship.
Cliff rented a motorcycle in the tiny town of Avalon, and the two of them took off through the mountains above the bay, down winding paths, across open fields where wild boar and buffalo still warned, over to the far side of the island.
"We're almost there," Cliff yelled back to Terri, who, aside from enjoying the sights, was thrilling to the feel of Cliff's muscular body against hers as she pressed tightly to him on the bike. That touching, plus the constant roar and vibrations of the bike between her legs, had turned her on to the point that her pussy was creaming right through her brief bikini panties and her tight shorts.
Then they were there. A tiny strip of white beach, surrounded by high cliffs, secluded, romantic. Cliff grabbed the blanket he had tied onto the bike, and led Terri down to the water's edge.
"Let's go skinny-dipping!" he said, a wide grin breaking across his handsome face.
Laughing, Terri quickly stripped off her halter, shorts and panties, and raced him into the ocean. The motion of the water caught her off balance and in a moment he was beside her, his arm firmly round her.
Through the throbbing of the water all around them, she could feel his rod moving against her stomach, his strong legs pushing themselves in between hers. They were up to their necks in the water, their backs to the beach. As Terri felt her legs spread apart, she could feel the insistent pulsating of the water begin to massage her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you right here, beautiful," Cliff whispered in her ear.
"Oh, yes… you! I'm so ready for you. I want it!" she moaned. She leaned back and let herself float a little in the water, easing her legs apart so that his rod could enter her cunt.
Cliff moved farther down to where it was deeper and she could no longer touch bottom. She floated now as he adjusted himself to move easily into her cunt, his hands under her arms holding her up. He began to move back and forth in the water, each time brushing his massive prick closer and closer to her eager pussy.
"How's that?" he cooed in her ear. "Ever get fucked in the water before?"
She shook her head. He was moving harder now. The foamy water made her head spin. It felt wonderful, her whole body felt charged. She felt his mouth move over her face, his body rub against her, then move apart, letting the salty water seep between them, vibrating their pores, massaging all their skin. Then he was back again, pushing his cock into her cunt.
All the motion became united with the motion of the water, their fucking and the water whirling around them. All of her body began to throb with the water, with Cliff's steady in and out fuck-strokes. Rhythmically, she moved her body, swaying as it floated lightly, but pinned to him by his prick, like an apple at the end of a stick.
"It tingles," she murmured as the feeling spread from her toes up to her cunt.
It burned from the friction of his flesh pushing against her in the water. It felt wonderful. He rammed his prick in her gripping fuck-hole again. Her head was reeling. Her entire cunt was burning and tingling simultaneously as the frothy water swirled around them, never stopping.
Cliff lunged against and into her with more force now, a greater urgency. The water came up and covered Terri's face for a quick second, then receded, until she felt her cunt begin to tighten around his plunging dick, tighten and begin to be lost in a crash of orgasm. Cliff kept lunging and receding, driving in and out of her hot, wet pussy.
"Oh, Cliff… I'm so close… so close!" Terri cried.
"Let it go, baby. Let it go… come for me!" Cliff rasped.
Terri locked her legs around his waist and drove her cunt onto his impaling cock, bucking and writhing through her orgasm. Cliff could feel her sweet, creamy pussy-juice bathing his dick as it jammed in and out of her spasming cunt.
Finally she was spent, and draped her arms around his neck, panting and spitting out the water as it lapped refreshingly into her face. She could feel his still-hard cock firmly implanted in her cunt.
"You didn't come, did you?" she said to him.
"No, baby…" he smiled, grasping her firmly in his strong arms and carrying her towards the beach, "that was just the warm-up. Now you're really going to get fucked."
A moment later they were on the blanket, locked in an embrace. He planted his mouth atop hers, parting her lips and shooting his tongue out so that it met hem. She smelled warm and exotic, and his still-rigid cock throbbed to even greater proportions.
His lips left her luscious mouth and found her mouth, succulent titties, sucking greedily on the extended pink nipples. His hand slid down her creamy white flesh, going directly for her pussy, getting her excited all over again.
She reached down and locked her fingers around the pulsating shaft of his mammoth cock, feeling the blood coursing through it and matching the frantic tempo of her own pulse.
Cliff worked a finger against Terri's clit, feeling the girl twitch and squirming in his arms. She was puffing at his cock with renewed passion, and it was turning him on all the more. He wanted to taste that sweet pussy, wanted to taste the fragrant juice from her first come of just a few moments before.
He inclined his head slowly downwards, lightly flicking his tongue in her navel along her thighs, down the insides of her legs, then into the luscious auburn mat of fur that appealed to him so strongly.
Terri was more than willing to let her new lover have his way. He knew how to turn her on, all right, and now he was making the stimulation almost unbearable. She tried to control herself but soon found it impossible. It was better just to let go, to let things happen to her helpless body.
Cliff worked his tongue slowly into her pussy, tantalizingly tickling her clit, driving her wild with the sensations it produced in her cunt.
Terri sighed with lust, feeling her body turning almost inside out to meet her lover's caresses. His tongue was like a darting snake, giving her no rest at all, confusing her and making her body writhe and buck with desire.
She was cumming in his mouth, her clitoris standing up free and proud, waiting to be taken. Cliff's prick had lost none of its rigidity, and he didn't want to wait any longer.
"Let me blow you," Terri said softly. "You can fuck me and all, but I've got to feel that big thing throbbing in my mouth. Let me do it for just a few seconds."