Chapter 10
Oddly enough the girls did fall asleep once they got inside the cabanas. They were tired from no sleep the night before, the plane ride, the letdown after the tenseness of the cure, the swim and now the cool ocean breeze simply conked them both out cold. The two men were a little upset, but gentlemanly-like the thought it best to let the girls sleep it oil.
"Are you serious about that blond. Bob?" Frank asked.
"God. yes. she's got everything I've always wanted, beauty, brains and more money than I've got.
"I'm really 'gung ho' for her," Bob replied.
"Why haven't you proposed to her in all this time?" Frank asked.
"She will not let me fuck her, that's why. Maybe she'll come round now, I sure hope so, but I can't marry someone who won't fuck," Bob said.
"She seems to like you an awful lot. I bet you'll make her before this visit is up. Just give it the old college try Bob," Frank urged.
"Don't worry I'm on the stick all the way, Frank and I think this is the perfect set-up to make her in," Bob said longingly as he looked at the cabana where his love lay fast asleep.
The girls slept for five hours and when they did wake up the sun had gone down. Now a huge tropical moon shone over the smooth water and the girls were hungry and thirsty and anxious to start a party. Some extra smooth music was floating around the pool, from a hi-fi no doubt. Greta strolled over to Gogi's cabana and found her awake but still drowsy.
"How are you my pet?" Greta asked of her best girl friend and lover.
"Hungry, thirsty and sexy," Gogi said impishly in reply.
"I don't see the boys anywhere, they must be out sailing or something," Greta said as she scanned the horizon for signs of a sailboat.
"Did our maids bring in our clothes yet?" Gogi enquired.
"Oh yes, but they brought them into a bedroom that Bob has assigned us to. Maybe we'd better go up and get some clothes on anyway," Greta said.
The girls went into the house and found their maids had indeed set them up perfectly, their clothes were hanging in closets and the maids were ready to assist them in bathing and dressing. Thirty minutes later the two were dressed and looking for their missing men. The boy's had gone out for a sail and a bit of deep sea fishing but they had just returned and themselves had dressed for the benefit of the girls.
"We caught a thirty pound Kingfish girls and the chef is going to broil him for supper. Hope you like fresh fish," Bob said as he sat down.
"That sounds great, neither one of us has had a square meal in a long time," Greta replied as she mixed herself a stiff drink at the bar.
Small talk and drinks kept the foursome busy until several servants began to load a long table on the patio with a huge variety of canapés and other goodies. The four went out on the patio and began to snack away for all they were worth. When they had eaten to their heart's content and the serving tables were cleared away they began to dance.
Greta was dressed in a pair of shocking pink hot pants that were cut low enough away from her belly button to let her long blond cunt hairs peep over their tops and a see-through bra-like halter that made her titties look as though they were made in heaven. Her high heels made her a very tall woman and a very graceful woman.
Gogi had donned a mini-mini dress of sheer see through plastic, even' speck of her beautiful body was visible and her jet black pussy hair was indeed an attractive vee' in her crotch. Her titties were almost the size of Greta's and they were just as firm and fully packed with their lush goodness. Her high heels raised her up almost to Greta's height and the two were certainly something to see for these sophisticated boys.
As Greta danced with Bob her mind kept exploring different ways that she would let him love her once they got in bed. As little experience as she had had in actual fucking as she had only had a very few fucks in her life, she was of course day dreaming of all the positions she would assume with Bob.
She thought of fucking dog fashion, she thought of fucking on her side, she thought of having Bob beneath her where she could be the aggressor. She thought of ways that were even impossible to fuck in, but her mind wouldn't drop the subject no matter what. As they danced slowly to the sensuous music her body pressed closer and closer to bob and she could feel his warmth enveloping her whole body.
Bob danced, thinking wonderingly of the glamorous creature in his arms. She seemed to float rather than dance, her huge hard titties touched his chest from time to time and soon he could feel his prick hardening perceptibly between his legs. His prick was no problem or pain but his balls were a different story, they were swelling and beginning to hurt as he tried to keep his mind off sex.
Frank and Gogi clutched at each other in a close embrace that told of their mutual admiration and desire for sex. They certainly weren't in love with each other, but they were both in love with sex. They danced very slowly, seeming at times to be just dry fucking rather than dancing. The music droned on unheard by these sex devotees who were all in the 'ether'.
As bottle after bottle of champagne was drunk the dancing got slower and slower and it took very little for Bob to suggest that they simply go somewhere and lay down for a while. There was absolutely no argument from any of the other dancers so without further adieu Bob and Greta bid their friends 'bye bye' and toddled off to the master bedroom.
As they entered the room Greta had the strangest feeling she had ever had in her life. Usually sex to an English noblewoman is merely a form of exercise, a thing as common as washing one's hands and certainly Greta was no different. It was just that this night would be the first time in her life she had given herself to a man with the secure feeling that nothing would happen to either of them, nothing unpleasant that is.
Her thoughts went back to the last affair she had had with this handsome boy who was with her right now, how he begged and pleaded to fuck her with tears in his eyes, how she had turned him away with the flimsiest of excuses, but how she had frenched him the very best she had frenched anyone except Gogi. Gogi was entirely different to her and didn't really count with Bob at all, Gogi was all female, Bob was all male.
Greta stepped out of her clothes and lay in the bed with her heart pounding and her cunt twitching. Her titties had hardened already and Bob wasn't even completely undressed yet. She ogled his manly form, his huge deep chest, his fully developed biceps, his long legs and most of all his huge genitals that swung in his crotch, even now he had a half hard on.
Bob lay next to her and gently pulled her face up to his, holding her blond head in his hands. Her breath was sweet in Bob's nose, her faint woman smell swarmed around her face coming up from her heavily haired armpits and her huge blue eyes softly peered at him from half closed lids. He pressed his lips over her sleek lips and he felt her kissing him back with the urgency he knew came from her whole being.
Their tongues parted their lips and touched each other fleetingly here and there, searching and probing at each other to find response and delight before they went any further into the sexual throes that both knew they would soon be in.
Bob's legs stirred against Greta's limbs and the feel of his rough skin sent tremors up her spine. Now their mouths were parted halfway and the traveling tongues darted in and out and around their inner lips and their white teeth as the pure animal in them both was coming to life and demanding that they make love in every way possible.
Greta turned her body just enough to snuggle closer into Bob's strong arms and as she did she pressed her huge globes of hard passion into his chest, her placement on his chest just happened to meet his teats and now they lay tittie to tittie with their loins beginning to pulse with the heat of mate for mate.
Bob's cock hardened like a steel rod as their titties met and he felt his titties harden along with his cock, all his manhood seemed to cry out to this woman sex creature now almost buried in his arms. Both lovers were hot in all ways and as such their sweat glands opened and poured out their love musk, a mixture of male and female fumes that only enticed them to deeper desires for each other's love and sexual pleasure.
As Bob lay there in that sublime state of passion he thought he must fuck Greta tonight. In fact, he thought, if she repulsed him again he would surely rape her. Oral love was great for kicks and he had no scruples about doing it and having it clone to him. but he loved this gorgeous queen beside him and he wanted to be inside her all the way. In fact he would like nothing better than to make her pregnant.
Greta's cunt, too. cried for cock, her clitoris twitched and throbbed as always when she was sexually aroused, but tonight she felt a deep feeling way down inside her that wasn't the plain thrill of fun-sex, it was a call from her womb to the man she loved. Her womb seemed to shake and quiver with its almost super-human plea to be massaged and creamed on by this man who held her so tightly in his arms.
Bob began to fondle her titties, his lingers tried in vain to encompass an entire tittie, but he found that his lingers, as long as they wore, just weren't long enough to clasp a whole tittie all the way around the base. God, thought Hob, what a pair of titties, the best he'd ever seen or held in his life. Greta had to be his tonight and every night, forever and ever.
The sex musk now was very strong, even their genitals were exuding their own odors and Bob could be restrained no longer. His lips left Greta's face and pressed into a tittie. The tittie was sopping wet and slippery from her hot sweat. The sweat tasted good to him, he lapped it, he licked it, he sucked it and he kissed the- gleaming mounds of love until they burned like hot coals in Greta's breast.
Greta pushed her matted cunt hair into Bobs groin and rubbed her clitoris into his wiry pubic hair. Her legs spread open instinctively as her cunt seemed to be so hot as to need some fresh air. Greta's fingers dug into Bob's back as though she was possessed in her hands as she had been possessed in her cunt only very recently.
Bob's big prick was fiery hot and would not be denied, he lifted his ass high enough to let his cock find her cunt lips and like a homing pigeon his huge purple bulb nestled in her twat. Her pre-come juices had been flowing hot and heavy and her eager pussy gasped wide to receive her love's penis. The prick entered the slit of love spreading the pink thick lips wide apart.
Her huge clitoris seemed to reach down and nuzzle this hot organ that was being so hotly sucked into her cunt. Prick and clit met in a frenzied fuck of cunt and cock, love juice slithered up and down the shaft of life making it slide in and out like a slide trombone. Her hungry muscles wrapped tightly around the peter and her famous cunt walls contracted and expanded with every dip of the prick.
They clasped each other in the death grip of a love that has been denied for a long time. Their wet, sleek bodies rubbed together as if they were making love in the water and before many strokes and sucks were taken there was a roar that started in their genitals and spread through their entire physical and mental beings. The roar became a series of loud thunderbolts and then with the force of an atom bomb the two sex systems became a single force of fantastic eroticism.
Bellies bucked and heaved, asses revolved and convoluted in a rhythm straight out of the jungle, teeth bit into lips with the ferocity of wildcats, blood vessels ceased to exist, their arteries and veins seemed to carry their hot rivers of love into each other's love organs. The spewing and spraying of gism from two frantic creatures entrapped and enthralled with their private sexuality mixed and blended in a gushing, rushing hot canal, flooding their crotches with the sticky cream of life.
The second climax was just as devastating as the first, the third was even more so, they came and ejaculated effortlessly in a steady cadence born of frustration that had built up for months in their minds and in their bodies. For two solid uninterrupted hours they fucked on and on until at long last Bob simply passed out from sheer exhaustion.
When Greta saw his eyes close and his mouth go slack she was struck with fear that the demon she had exorcised away in Mexico had come back to destroy the one thing she loved more than life itself, but when she squeezed her cunt lips together and felt his cock pop out she- knew that everything was all right. Then Greta closed her eyes to sleep close to her lover in the perfect sleep of love and fulfillment of every human wish and desire.
Frank and Gogi had had their fling at sex too and just about the same time that Greta and Bob had conked out they also feel into a deep sleep. The four lovers slept till mid morning and then it was Greta who first awakened and stared with loving eyes at the form that lay so close to her damp body.
The day would have to be a memorable one she thought as she breathed deeply of the sleep smell that wafted from her lover's quiet body, they'd have to do something that would be different and fun and they'd have to do it all together. She decided that she'd best consult with Gogi. Gogi always did seem to come up with the right answer to anything that was important.
Greta snuck out of the bed and into the guest room where Gogi and Prank had slept and she- held a finger to her lips when she saw Gogi was awake. She crooked her finger and Gogi got the message to join her in the hall. Gogi was anxious to know how it went with Bob, in fact she had been awake for two hours wondering how it had gone.
"Was everything all right, Greta honey?" she asked in a whisper.
"Everything was just perfection, Gogi, we fucked like- two minks until we passed out. I never dreamed what real fucking was before, it's so different than sucking, so much more satisfying in some ways," Greta replied.
"Thank God we went to Mexico, that man is a wonder worker," Gogi said as she admired the lovely girl whom she loved with all her heart.
"I want to celebrate today, Gogi, I want to do everything naughty just to show Bob that I'm no prude. What can you think of, honey?" Greta said.
"I feel sure that Frank goes for everything Greta. I'll figure out something for everybody. I'd sure love to eat you right now, you always make me so hot regardless of who I've just fucked or sucked," Gogi whispered.
"I know just how you feel, sweetheart, I could really give you a hot frenching right now myself. Well, make a plan for today that includes some cuntlapping, it'll do us both good," Greta whispered back in a sexy voice.
At last the two boys got up and by that time the girls had had a nude swim and had ordered breakfast for all of them. The group sat naked at poolside enjoying a hearty breakfast and a few laughs. Gogi explained that she had been put in charge of the events for the day and that she must have a supply of marijuana cigarettes to carry off her plans.
Greta asked if he could get some of the famous Ganchi weed that grew in Jamaica so profusely. Bob said he had pounds of Ganchi right there in his house and that he'd send for some right away so that they could start the festivities any time they wanted to and any place they wanted to.
"I'd like to have a room where there is no bright sunshine, Bob. Too much brightness spoils the effects of pot. Do you have a room where we can be real cozy and comfy?" Gogi asked as she thought of how much fun they'd have today if the boys only would cooperate with them all the way.
"I've got just the room for us to party in, Gogi, I've got a room that not only is light proof, but is also air proof to a large extent. Enough air comes in to breathe all right, but no sudden drafts will bother the pot effect, why don't we all go there right now?" Bob suggested to one and all.
The group walked slowly into the house and then down a long corridor to a room at the very end of the hall. Inside, the room was empty of all furniture but the floor was thickly padded and covered with a non-slip satin material. They were all nude when they went in so little time was lost getting ready. Pot sticks were soon burning in all mouths and quickly the four felt as though they were flying higher than kites.
Gogi commanded Greta and Bob to assume the normal position of copulation as soon as Bob got his pecker up, then she and Frank lay down next to them in the same position. The positions were taken and soon there was a steady sweet sound of cocks sliding in and out of cunts, the slurp, slurp sound of the well lubed pricks and the short panting breaths were all they needed to tell what was going on.
They all reached climaxes at about the same time but it wasn't until Gogi had counted three climaxes apiece that she called a halt to the fucking.
"Now Greta, you and I are going to play a little sixty nine, not too long, but just long enough so that I can eat you clean of gism and so you can eat me clean, I'll get on the bottom." Gogi sprang next to and under Greta.
The two girls loved each other in the classic pose of women in love and the boys watched rather jealously as they saw their lovers enjoying what had so recently been their province. The sixty nine ended quite soon though and then Gogi had Bob lay on his back next to Frank who was also put on his back. Both girls now mounted the boys in the same sexy sixty nine position they had just abandoned.
Bob was frenching Greta and Frank was trenching Gogi and the two girls were frenching the two boys underneath them. The girls mashed their hot cunts into the open mouthed boys as hard as they could to prove that it isn't easy to be a real top cuntlapper, it takes skill like anything does. As soon as Gogi felt Frank getting too hot she withdrew her mouth from his cock and made Greta do the same.
"Now you two hot boys are going to fuck our assholes and fuck them good. We want you both to come in our assholes and come as much as you can as fast as you can," Gogi ordered in a stern voice of command.
The girls assumed the doggy positions and the two boys mounted their rears. Soon the boys were fucking away at the two hot assholes and the girls were loving it for all they were worth. When the boys blew their loads the girls shook them out and then Gogi sucked the gism from Greta's hole while they were hack in their favorite sixty nine position.
The day was spent in a thousand variations of sixty nine and a thousand different fucking positions and when night came at last the two boys were done in completely, although the stronger girls were still ready for more.
"Now what do you think of fucking, Greta?" Gogi asked quietly.
"It's the only way to go, now that I'm able to take a prick. I want you to get a dildo and fuck me all the time, Sweetheart," Greta replied.
"I just happen to have a dildo in my bag, come up to my room and I'll show you how to use it!" Gogi urged.
The two wide awake girls hopped to their frantic fucking of each other, leaving the boys sound asleep downstairs.