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Penny's eyes did nearly the same thing that Stacy's had. Whatever talent Tom possessed was evident, and I knew immediately that Penny would be wanting him to be teaching me whatever it was as well. As much as Penny loved the way I went down on her, and almost preferred oral pleasure more than anything else, I then knew, I still had a few tricks to learn myself, no matter how proficient I thought myself to be.
"Now...you can fuck me harder," Martha moaned, her pussy becoming a frothy, slippery mixture of our combined lubrications, though it was still the feel of those marvelous tits of hers in my hands that I was really getting off on. Her nice-sized nipples were extremely hard, long and were damn fun to roll around between my fingers. It was evident that she was likewise enjoying my breast stimulation of them, urging me to now pull on them a little harder than I had been as I likewise began thrusting in and out of her slick wet cunt a bit more forcefully too.
"That's it Jack, that's it. Just like that yes! Oh my god that feels good, your prick is so nice and hard, and fucking my pussy so deeply. Yes...yes, pull on my nipples too, that's it, that's it! Pinch them, pull on them...fuck me!"
Ok, maybe it had something to do with this older woman, this woman older than my own mother in fact, who was so obviously aroused, spewing sex words now that were extremely hot and arousing to hear as she said them. The intensity of my own arousal escalating dramatically, so much so I now found myself struggling with shooting my wad inside her far too soon. Though she seemed to sense that, now humping back against me, spearing herself on my shaft.
"When you're ready, squirt on my tits," she told me. "I want to see you squirt on my tits," she said again, sounding as though she were already in the throes of orgasm, which I then realized, she was. Sloppy wet and creamy as she already was, I felt a sudden surge of additional warm moisture suddenly bathe my prick, so much so that it ran down her legs, likewise bathing my balls in its rich creamy nectar. She didn't exactly cry out, she didn't need to. Her cunt screamed for her, exploding in a series of contractions that surprised me, her pussy gripping my prick in ways I had never felt before as she came.
Up until that very moment, whatever control I had evaporated, and I felt the beginning of what I knew then would be a very intense orgasm begin.
"Fuck! Here it comes!" I announced.
Quicker than I thought her capable of moving, especially under the circumstances, Martha un-cunted me, wrapping those incredible breasts of hers around my cock, using them to finish jacking me off with as the first glorious spurt of my cream splashed directly against her chin. I noticed even as I stood there spurting against her that Amber's eyes seemed glued on what I was doing, seconds later leaning back whispering something into her husband's ear. He smiled, his eyes growing wide as she said that, whatever it was.
"You sure?" He asked her loudly enough I could overhear him, now rubbing the head of my dick specifically against Martha's nipples, enjoying the feel of those hard little tips as they teased my almost now too tender dick tip which continued to dribble out droplets of my cream against them.
Amber nodded her head, her face flushed excitedly, expectantly.
Penny had climaxed herself almost at the same time I had, though she later told me it was seeing me spurting against Martha's tits which had triggered her own orgasmic release. Once again Tom sat up expectantly, but it was David speaking up before he could, which surprised everyone.
"Um, uh...can I ask something?" he stammered a little hesitantly, almost sheepishly, though it was Amber who looked even more embarrassed and uncertain, though extremely flushed and excited.
"Go for it," Jim said answering, taking immediate notice that something monumental was to be asked for here.
Once again David looked at his wife seeking her assurance, but by the look in her eyes, he got it, found the boldness to state whatever it was. He took a breath finding the courage to do so, and then spoke.
"For a very, very long time now, Amber's had a particular fantasy she once told me about, and one in which we've actually discussed a number of times. Upon until now..." he paused taking another nervous breath, "We didn't ever think it was one she would ever realize, if you knew more about us, and where we lived, you'd know it's something that for us at least, is virtually impossible."
"Go on," Jim said encouraging him. "Spit it out, your amongst friends here, and obviously I don't think anyone of us will be shocked or offended by anything you have to say or ask us about."
That seemed to be the one thing he needed to hear, grinning, and then told us what it actually was. "We've never done anything...like this I mean," he said speaking for he and his wife both. "But...Amber's had this fantasy, about having several men coming on her...all over her in fact, and then...afterwards, feeling a woman's hands rubbing it in, all that spent cream into her skin afterwards. She's never even been touched by another woman before, let alone the cum thing, but...like I said, this seems like the one and only opportunity we may ever have to experience something like that...so, she...well we actually, were wondering..."
I had just shot my wad, a rather large one in fact, but already I felt the jolt of interest coursing through my dick upon hearing that. Even more amazingly, all the girls were smiling as well, including my wife who immediately walked over, taking Amber's hand and helping her up off her husband's lap, his dick sticky, smeared with her juices as she stood on her feet, slapping against his chest as she did that. He might not have been quite as big as the rest of us, but he was just as fucking hard if not more so.
"I've often fantasized about that myself," Penny told her leading her over towards the blanket. She then looked around at the group of grinning men standing about now, which included myself. "But I think...watching it will be just as exciting," she told the young woman.
"Ok if some of us help the men out?" Stacy wondered, though Diane immediately concurred with that idea, leading Mac over to stand beside Amber there on the blanket, still holding his dick.
"Oh yes...that would be even better, watching that," Amber spoke finally shedding her shyness.
"Any preferences?" Jim asked as he took a spot above her with Martha now coming up behind him, taking his dick in her hand as she began playing with it. One by one we all took a spot, including her husband who stood over and closer to her head, jerking himself slowly off as we all began doing the same.
Lucy began fondling me, as Stacy began playing with Brian, and my wife began stroking Tom's equally nice sized cock, not quite as large as Mac's was, but still amazingly big, hard and strong, even more so for a man in his sixties. Six hard cocks were now being stroked as we all stood above where Amber lay on the blanket, looking up at us all, and now playing with herself. It was erotic as hell to look down, watching this young, somewhat innocent woman so lewdly masturbating herself without any inhibitions now whatsoever. The lust, full in her eyes as she glanced about, enjoying the vision of seeing six hard pricks being fondled and played with, knowing that one by one they would soon be spurting their combined spunk down upon her.
Mac was the first amongst us to jettison his load, though he'd been horny forever as he'd latter admitted it, and then unleashed an enormous amount of spunk onto her as Diane cried out in delight, aiming and pointing his prick down towards Amber as he stood there. Just watching a good half dozen forceful squirts splashing against her was the trigger for Brian's prick to shoot off next. Stacy picking each of Amber's breasts in which to cover with Brian's cream as he leaned forward, Stacy moving his still squirting cock back and forth against them as though fighting a fire.
"Oh fuck yes that feels hot!" Amber cried out, her fingers still busily working her pussy, slapping her lips with the palm of her hand as Stacy shook out the last few driblets of Brian's spunk. Almost the moment he had finished, Tom stepped up.
"Her feet! Her feet!" he asked as my wife aimed is prick down towards Amber's toes, pulling and pumping it a couple of more times before the first streak of pleasure exploded from his dick, hitting each of them squarely. He was still squirting on those when Jim's cock added to the onslaught, with Martha literally walking his squirts just as Amber had requested...from head to toe, though his last couple fell ankle short of reaching the mark. Tom's spending had more than made up for Jim's miss however, with Amber's body now glistening wet, sticky in the glowing fire's light.
That left only David and I as the only two who hadn't come on her yet, though I was still several minutes away even then of coming a second time myself. I knew when I did, it wouldn't be a lot, not after that incredible spending I'd enjoyed against Martha's tits, but I also knew exactly where it would go. The one spot where surprisingly everyone had missed, either on purpose or by accident remained untouched...her naval. David now stepped over, straddling his wife from above, aiming his prick downwards towards her face.
"Whenever you're ready," he told her grinning at her almost like a madman, his prick swollen purple, the head of which even I could see was throbbing as he held it in check.
"Now! Give it to me now!" Amber shouted looking up at her husband as he stood there towering over her. He fisted it, jacking it once...twice, and then squirted.
Up until that very moment, I thought Mac came more than anyone I'd ever see before, but even his series of powerful, long thick ropes of semen held nothing in comparison to those of David's. In all my life I've never seen a guys prick squirt that much cream before. After the seventh such ejaculation, I along with everyone else actually began counting, seeing him place most of it into her waiting mouth until it was too full to contain any more of it. She closed her mouth, cheeks bulging without swallowing it, though she sat up, allowing it to pour down between her breasts, saturating them even more than they already were. And still David continued to pump out his semen, though finally at least, it wasn't exploding from the tip of his cock in the same furious manner it had originally began with. Still...he continued to milk it out.
"Nine...ten...eleven! Twelve! Fuck! Thirteen!" Came the final count from Stacy as she now reached over, her hand coming around David's cock, replacing his hand as she shook it, cum spittle still being milked out as she playfully waggled his finally spent dick.
It was then I felt my own, walking forward as David weak in the knees finally stepped away. I gave her one, perhaps two decent little squirts before the rest of it merely dribbled from my prick tip, but I managed to get all if not most of it directly onto and across her belly, more importantly her naval which is just where I intended to place it.
Amber was, a cum sticky mess. She truly was covered from head to toe quite literally, but the show was far from over.
The six of us had pretty well collapsed back down into our chairs, watching as a sea of women suddenly knelt down beside Amber as she lay there. Hands and fingers were everywhere at once, massaging in the rich thick cream into her body, smearing what appeared to be every square inch of her. She moaned, writhing about pleasurably, especially when Martha inserted her fingers into the young woman's cunt and slowly, ever so slowly finger-fucked her to orgasm as she lay there, her breasts played with, her toes, Stacy running her fingers around the young woman's mouth and ears as she screamed out what David told us later as being the loudest most intense orgasm he'd ever seen or heard his wife have before.
He thanked us, as they both did. When she was able, Amber immersed herself in the water, and then hand in hand, they walked off into the night towards their boat. David had already told us earlier they'd be heading back towards the main dock by sunrise. Saying our farewells, we waved good-bye to them watching them go.
"I wonder if they'll ever do something like that again," I asked no one in particular. Both Jim and Tom chuckled at that. "What?"
"I wouldn't bet against it," they both said. "I have a feeling that's not the only fantasy the two of them have shared with one another, and now that she's experienced hers, five will get you ten he'll eventually experience one of his. And I'm even willing to be on what that might be too," Jim roared laughing aloud.
We all sat around sipping on our drinks as we slowly began collecting ourselves. It was then that Stacy and Martha came wandering over with several air mattresses and a battery powered pump.
"Make yourselves useful," Stacy told us, "Blow these all up while the girls have a bit of a chat," she then said gathering the rest of the women up as Mac and I began un-boxing the brand new air mattresses as Jim began filling them with air.
"I wonder what they're up to?" Brian asked, though Tom seemed to already know the answer to that.
"Well considering the fact that most of the girls still haven't climaxed yet, I'm willing to bet that these air mattresses we're fixing up here aren't just meant to sleep on," he explained knowingly. "But...it will be interesting to see what it is they come up with here when they do."
They were gone for a short time but came back with a bowl, five small pieces of paper contained inside it. By then we had blown up five full-sized air mattresses and had placed them all together forming a rough unequal square there on the beach.
"Ok, now what?" Mac asked curiously, as we all were.
Stacy handed him the bowl. "Draw a slip of paper," she told him, which he did. "But don't look at the name yet," she added. "And then pass it on to the next guy and so on." The girls quickly walked over, each taking one of the individual air mattresses and lay down on it. We had all drawn out a name and sat anxiously waiting.
"Ok...now you can look," Penny stated as one by one, each of us unfolded the slip we were holding.
"What if we get our own spouse?" Mac asked curiously.
"Luck of the draw then," Diane said winking at him. "So...did you?"
Mac looked at the name on his paper. "No...but was just wondering," he said holding his up to show he'd drawn Martha's name. She grinned, though for a moment her look at his rapidly ballooning dick gave her pause.
"How good's he with his tongue?" Martha asked, Diane laughing. Martha now laughing in return. "No...seriously!" She said looking at Mac's monster of a cock as it continued to grow in size and length.
"You won't have anything to complain about," Diane assured her.
"No, I'd imagine not," Martha said reaching up to grab hold of Mac's dick with two hands as she pulled him down onto the mattress with her.
The only exception to that rule was when it was discovered that Tom had drawn Lucy's name.
"Not that I haven't thought about it...but," Tom freely confessed showing he held his daughters name in his hand as her face reddened at the comment, though she did giggle upon hearing that.
I then opened mine, saw that I'd drawn my own wife's name out. And though I certainly wouldn't have minded keeping it that way, I then suggested that perhaps the two of us switch partners, which worked out for everyone. That paired Stacy with Brian, Diane with Jim as we all walked over to settle down with our respective drawn partners. I settled myself down onto the air mattress with Lucy, and began toying with what I learned were very sensitive, and highly aroused hardened nipples.
"Something you should know first," she then told me with a bit of a worried look on her face.
"What?"
"I have...a bit of an anomaly, though I don't really look at it that way, but you might." I looked at her curiously, waiting.
"I doubt that, so tell me."
"I have...two clits!"
"Excuse me? You have what?"
"Here...it's easier to show you," she then said, spreading herself open as I leaned forward. I was surprised when she actually handed me a flashlight. "Here...use this."
I looked, but it didn't appear to me as though she had two, though the one she did have was a little larger than any I'd seen, and I told her so.
"Here, now look," she said again skinning the clitoral covering back a bit. Even then the small tiny additional little nodule that did seem to appear looked far smaller than any clit I'd ever seen either.
"That's a clit? A second clit?" I asked whispering.
"Yes, when I was born, the doctor's actually told my mother that I should have been twins, a boy and a girl, but something happened, so I didn't develop that way. But that partially accounts for why I am so small breasted too," she added. And wouldn't even have had these large of tits without hormonal injections in the beginning. But now my body has balanced itself out, I have what I have, which includes having two clits. And I assure you, I do. You can touch either one, and I feel pleasure from both separately, independently from one another. But when you touch them both at the same time, that level of pleasure intensifies...two fold."
"Well if that's true...and I take your word that it is, I'd say, you've got the best of all possible anomalies!"
"So you don't mind? Don't find it too freakish?" she asked. I answered her by lying down, and then sucking both of her clits into my mouth.
If I thought the evening before was wildly erotic, it was nothing in comparison to the way this one was turning out too. I had indeed driven Lucy crazy with my tongue, lapping away at, and sucking on her two tender clits together until she'd literally screamed out her orgasm into the night, adding fuel to all the lustful fires burning around us.
Just laying there beneath the star filled sky, listening to the grunts and groans happening all around us, the slap of flesh, the sounds of liquid slick pleasure being played with, cries of ecstasy almost continuous was beyond anything even remotely imaginable. I lay there listening to the all too familiar sounds of my wife's whimpering sweet climax, my cock just then lurching, spilling yet another pleasurable load inside Lucy's mouth as she sucked it, and draining it. All about us, the dominos falling as one by one cries of pleasure and orgasmic delight filled the quiet of the still night.
I woke to the feel of warm sunlight caressing my face, the feel of a body pressed closely to mine, opening my eyes to look down at the contented, serene look in my wife's face as I held her head in the crook of my arm.
I sat up looking about, most everyone else around me still asleep, though Mac was gone, Diane lying alone, as was Tom and Martha amongst those who were up and about already. Hearing the splash of water I looked over and saw Tom heading back in our direction off our boat, carrying what looked to be like a coffee pot along with several cups he'd carried by sliding a stick through the handles of each with. Seeing me up he smiled.
"Coffee?"
"Oh hell yes! Thank you," I said easing my wife's head back to the mattress, and then slowly extricating myself from her still sleeping form as I joined Tom sitting down in the chairs.
"Where are Mac and Martha at?" I wondered curiously.
"Where else?" Tom said laughing. "Fishing of course, well sort of anyway," he then added. "They're out on the stern, two poles in the water, though when I dropped by to pour them some coffee, Mac had his pole in Martha, so he's doing a little angling there too while they're fishing," he laughed once again. I couldn't help but laugh with him, just imagining that.
"Mac must be happy as a clam then. He loves to fish, and if he can fuck while doing it, even better," I snickered, as Penny woke just then having heard me.
"What's so funny?" she asked, now smelling the coffee as Tom poured her one.
"Morning sweetie, we were just talking about Mac and how he loves to fish so much."
"Yeah, that's Mac all right, but what's so funny about that?" My wife asked taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well because, he's just earned himself a new nick-name, fish-fucker!" I told her, especially after what Tom just told me. Said he saw them on the stern of the boat, Mac with a pole in his hand, and his pole in Martha at the same time."
"You're kidding me! Now that's funny!" Penny quipped trying to imagine it.
"Not only that...but Martha had her pole in hand as well, leaning over the railing, Mac sitting there sliding in and out of her, trolling his line. Damndest thing I've ever seen."
"Sounds like we need to find a nick name for Martha too then," Penny mused, wondering at what we might come up with.
"Best that we don't come up with any sort of a fishy nickname," Tom responded with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, maybe not," Penny agreed, and then we all got a good laugh as we sat there thinking about it anyway.
Although we had planned on spending an additional day here, Tom had told us that they had been planning on pulling out and moving on to a spot unofficially called Pirates Cove. It was named that because of an old sunken ship, a rather large sailing vessel had gone down in about forty to fifty feet of water. A group of amateur divers had found it, and over time had created a sort of secret club whose members would come out and dive on the ship for fun. The reason it had some secrecy behind it was due to the fact that it had become a bit of a secret game being played within the club. Members would hide valuable artifacts on board the ship, leaving things there for other members of the club to look for. A manifest of discovered/found items was then posted and listed on the website.
"So you mean you actually hide stuff on the ship for other people to look for?" I asked Tom curiously.
"Yes, that's part of the fun of it, we'll be hiding some jewelry on this trip ourselves, about two thousand dollars worth in fact."
"Damn, seems like an expensive hobby if you ask me," I told him to which he laughed at.
"Only if you don't find anything in return. So far, we've been coming here every year in order to do this, and right now, we're well over the twenty thousand dollar mark in discovery's found. It's kind of a fun and interesting challenge to look for things, and then when we do, listing and posting them on the club's manifest so that others can see what they missed, or overlooked. Anyway, we're headed up there today so we can dive on the wreck sometime later this afternoon. You're certainly welcome to come with us."
Martha had wandered over at this point and had been listening. "Have you ever gone scuba diving or snorkeling Jack?" she asked me.
"Snorkeling a few times yes, but even then nothing too elaborate."
"Have you ever made love under water while snorkeling?" she then asked.
"No, I can honestly say I haven't," I said grinning at her. "Though that does sound interesting."
