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  Amy opened her eyes and found herself looking directly up into June’s face. June stood on one leg in the aisle of the bus, leaning forward, with her other knee propped on a bus seat. Her hands dug into the plastic seat cover as a big man fucked her from behind. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted with ecstasy.

  As Amy watched her friend and listened to her cries, Jesus slid a finger into Amy’s pussy. He pressed his thumb against her clit and began to draw slow circles around it. She stroked his penis faster, felt him tensing, and lifted her head in time to see his come jet onto her thigh.

  She twisted toward Carlos, so that both of her breasts were squashed against his erect penis. Jesus continued to finger her as Carlos rubbed the head of his cock over her nipples. She was so close, getting so close to orgasm. Then Carlos stiffened and squeezed her breast, hard. He was coming, the slippery white stuff dripping over her breasts as he slid his cock over them.

  The guard’s voice rang out above the chaos and cheering. “All right, party’s over! Girls, get your clothes on and get out.”

  Amy looked around, stunned. The guard was striding toward her. “I just got the call. The replacement bus is almost here.”

  Jesus pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Amy stood up slowly, first trying to come back to her senses, and then trying to figure out what had happened to her clothes. A groan came from the men on the bus.

  “Not before I get my turn.” A deep voice spoke from behind Amy, and she felt herself shoved, face-down, into an empty bus seat. She twisted her head to look up, and saw a huge, White man with a shaven head. He was rolling a condom onto his enormous cock. It was monstrous. Amy had never seen anything like it. She tried to stand up, but he pushed her back down on the seat.

  Then, millimetre by millimetre, the man began to insert his huge erection into her cunt. Amy screamed in terror.

  “Get the fuck off her, Bubba!” One of the inmates yelled.

  “You’re hurting her, you fucking asshole!” Outrage erupted from the men on the bus.

  The gigantic man roared back in fury.

  It doesn’t hurt, Amy thought, it’s just really, really intense. She raised herself up on one arm and waved at the other men. “I’m okay,” she gasped. “I’m okay.”

  She bent forward again with her face against the vinyl seat cushion, and tried to relax. Bubba was stroking into her slowly, only going about halfway in, but the sensation was incredibly strong. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Ah, that makes it bearable.

  His huge hands gripped her buttocks, the fingers wrapping all the way around her hipbones, while his thumbs pressed against her anus. Her sweat-slick breasts slid against the bus seat as he thrust into her.

  “I’m gonna come,” Amy screamed. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” Her hips rocked uncontrollably and her whole body shuddered.

  Bubba came too, and then he pulled out. The guards were red-faced and frantic, trying to restore order. Someone handed Amy her shorts and she stepped into them. Someone else gave her a t-shirt and she thrust her head and arms into it, then she and June were hustled out of the bus and found themselves standing, alone in the gravel parking lot.

  Amy was wearing June’s t-shirt and June was wearing hers. Her bra was gone. She looked up at the bus window and saw Tyrell rubbing her panties against his cheek.

  Another white bus, identical to the one they’d been in but empty, pulled into the parking lot as the two girls walked back toward Amy’s car. The sun blazed down from a cloudless sky.

  Amy put her arm around June’s shoulders. “Girl,” she said, “When you said this was going to be the best summer vacation ever, you weren’t kidding.”

  It Takes Two

  V.C.

  A husband and wife take a vacation to Jamaica. They meet a newly wedded couple where they all indulge on exhibitionism, voyeurism, swinging, and an underwater blowjob.

  Living is so hard, but it’s easy and breezy during the summertime. It was a pity that it wasn’t summer yet. It was the ass crack of winter, and it was putting my wife, Portia, and I in a rut. We were getting cabin fever. The weather was out of control. The ice. The snow. The single-digit temperatures. The dangerous roads. We were fed up with everything. We needed this holiday, to escape the so-called polar vortex of New York City. It was last-minute; we didn’t plan this vacation in advance. It was the most spur-of-the-moment thing we’ve ever done - a costly one at that - but we did it, and it was all worth it.

  We jetted off to Montego Bay, Jamaica. First class. We went from being in the ass crack of winter to the ravishing breasts of summer. The air was sizzling hot even from the inside of the plane. Once we stepped out into the balmy open air, there was a light breeze that smelled of salty sea water, coconut, and mangoes. It was the perfume of Jamaica; oh, how madly in love we were with this refreshing island! We didn’t make much time to unwind in our luxurious hotel room suite; as soon as we checked in, we hurried out to the beach, having fun in the sun.

  The temperature was well in the three digit range; the sun was pouring over my wife’s body, making it richly tanned as she was sprawled out on the sand that was as white as her skin was before it turned into a toasty light caramel brown. My skin didn’t need to be sun-soaked; it was already “tanned.” My wife was the ivory to my ebony. After she basked in that scorching Jamaican sun, satisfied with her gorgeous tan, she and I held hands and stepped out towards the ocean. The water was warm like bathwater, and it was so crystal clear that Portia and I could see our feet in the depths of it. I carried Portia on my back, taking her further into the ocean’s splendor. Standing further away from the shore, we took in more of the sight of Jamaica. Everything was beautiful. The tourists. The natives. The shore. The colorful houses. The lush palm trees. The seagulls. Everything was a natural aphrodisiac; this paradise was such a turn-on for us. And the weather was so summery, just as we liked it. It may have been “too hot” for some but not for us. We cooled off from that summer-heat madness by doing, what else?

  Not being able to contain my excitement anymore, I took Portia’s hand. We frolicked towards a rock to hide ourselves. We looked behind that rock first to see if anybody was near. The coast was clear. She and I were secluded, precisely how we wanted it. Or so we thought.

  I had Portia straddled on my lap; she was dry-humping my sprung monster boner as we made out. Our tongues meshed. Our moans, loud. Our lips, trembling. Our mouths separated; I cradled her cheek in the palm of my hand, smiling to see her adorable face desperately craving for us to make love. She kissed the side of my neck, sucking on my skin. I kicked my head back in a quiver, thrusting my groin up into her as I pulled her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her hairless slick and wet pussy. Portia stopped, about ready to yank my swimming trunks down.

  And then -

  “Oh shit!” I gasped.

  I hurriedly re-adjusted Portia’s bikini bottom back to normal when we were stumbled upon by a couple. She and I stopped what we were doing all together to take a good look at them. They were so unnaturally beautiful, as if they were models having just stepped out of a cover of Vogue magazine. Jessica Rabbit was the first image that came to mind when I looked at the woman. She was a blonde-haired, dark-brown eyed, curvaceous babe with the tits and ass to match that animated sex bomb cartoon character. It was almost hard to believe that this woman was real; she was that phenomenally curvy. I wasn’t one for checking out men, but this guy, I was man enough to admit that he was fucking gorgeous. What a body. He had perfect six pack abs that glistened, evidently having been slathered with suntan lotion or oil to bring forth its luring features. His well-toned arms were glistening as well. He had the kind of body that could drive any man - even a buff one - to hurry to the gym so they could achieve a figure like that. He had wavy black hair that was slick with water; the color of his eyes was dark like the fine lady that was standing next to him. They bo
th looked down at us, appearing embarrassed that they had caught us doing...oh, they had to have known exactly what we were about to do.

  “Pardon,” the man spoke. “We didn’t mean to disturb.”

  He had an accent; it sounded foreign, so smooth and sexy.

  “No worries man,” I smirked.

  “Have fun you two,” the woman winked.

  Her voice sounded foreign too, so sweet and sultry.

  “Thank you,” Portia blushed.

  The man and the woman went their merry way. Portia and I couldn’t help but stare at them as they walked. With the sun setting, there was a glow that brought out the luminously tanned skin of the couple. Their backsides were swinging side to side as they were heading towards another rock that was a further distance away.

  “I wonder what they’re about to do,” Portia cooed sarcastically.

  “At least we aren’t the only perverts on the beach,” I chuckled, slapping Portia’s ass.

  “Those two are so fine baby. We should’ve had them join us. We would’ve been perverts united.”

  “Oh, that would’ve been nice,” I sighed, leaning my back against the rock.

  “Just imagine...” Portia scooted back a little to assist in tugging my swimming trunks down. She flung them to the side as she continued, “That woman and I, sucking on each other’s breasts, and fingering each other,” she licked her lips. “Tickling each other’s g-spots until we come.”

  “Oh God.”

  Nothing in the world could stop me this time. I forced Portia’s bikini bottom off her completely. She sat on my cock, her slick pussy swallowed my length and girth whole. I was inside her to the hilt. With my fingers digging deeply into the cheeks of her petite little ass, I thrust into her fast and hard as she swiveled her hips side to side, matching the same rhythm as me. I held her body close to me as I quickened the pace; oh, she felt so hot, wet, and horny. After we came, we were washed over with pleasure like earlier when the ocean waves licked over our sand-kissed feet.

  ***

  After having spent hours at the beach all day, that evening, we stayed in our suite. We took a long shower. We watched some TV. We had a fantastic steak dinner delivered right to our room; we had our meal with a glass of aged merlot. After supper, we stepped out onto the balcony, sipping our second glass of wine. We set our empty glasses on the table, kicking back in our recliners. The night was still young; the stars twinkled brightly in the sapphire sky. The breeze was still tropical, and the moon was full and glowing. Our view of Jamaica from our balcony was breathtaking. We could eat it up; it had to have tasted as sweet as it looked. Portia and I were soaking it all up like sponges, basking in the serenity of our holiday. It was only the first day of it, and we were already having the time of our lives. And it was only just getting started.

  I heard the sound of a side door being opened. I cocked my head to my left; there was a balcony neighboring sideways from us. I could clearly see two people. They didn’t close their door, which was why the light from inside their suite spilled out, making it easier for me to see them.

  I squinted, then blinked. They looked so familiar.

  “Hey baby,” I turned my head to Portia. “That couple there,” I looked towards that balcony.

  “Is that the two from earlier?”

  “I think so,” I murmured.

  It was definitely them. How could anybody forget that hour-glass figure of the woman and the immaculate body of the man? I could see that the woman was wearing a bikini bottom. She wasn’t wearing anything on top. She was letting it all out, showing off her au natural tits.

  “Her tits,” Portia whispered. “They’re amazing.”

  “Yeah...” I smiled.

  I was looking at the man. He distracted me from paying any more attention to the topless babe. He wasn’t wearing his swimming trunks. His huge tanned-colored hung cock was out in the open air, swinging not from the Jamaican breeze, but from him swaying his hips side to side. Hell, he was such a fucking tease. I wasn’t into cock either, but his cock, hmm, I wouldn’t have minded exploring with that. I looked at Portia, saying into her ear, “See what he’s packing?”

  She nodded quickly, grinning. “I can’t stop looking at it. This is eye candy overload.”

  She sure was right about that. The blonde woman’s naked porn star tits. Her man’s commando cock. Damn them that they had to be our hotel suite neighbors, and that for the second time in the row on the same day, we couldn’t join them for some swing-time fun. But we were lucky; we could actually watch them in action. They were putting on a show, and most likely didn’t know it.

  “Sit on my lap baby,” I spread my legs. “Quietly. Don’t make a sound.”

  She obeyed, cozying on my lap as we watched them.

  The blondie jumped into her man’s arms; he held her up by smacking his hands on her fat ass, gripping onto those luscious cheeks tightly. She wrapped her long supermodel legs around his waist. She barely moved and those tits were bouncing up and down to her body’s motion. They were making out; they had such sloppy sounding kisses. I could hear their moans. It was loud and hard, seething with an ecstasy that was bubbling over like a bottle of champagne that just got popped open. That wasn’t the only thing that was being popped open.

  My cock twitched as I saw the dude pull his girl’s bikini bottom to the side. I couldn’t see his cock anymore. It was buried inside of her pussy. Must’ve been deep and hard, because his girl, what a howler she was! She could’ve woken up the entire island with the way she shouted, “Oh yeah baby, yeah! Fuck me!” She bounced herself up and down that cock. “Harder. Harder!”

  I was rock-hard. Veiny. Throbbing. Portia yanked my pajama pants down. She sat on my cock, riding me. She looked down at me with such fiery lust in her eyes, at times diverting her attention on watching the couple in the heat of their action. I tried to keep my mouth shut as did Portia; it was difficult, but we managed to do it. At one point, we both looked at the couple as we were gyrating into each other. The man was giving his girl the fucking that she cried for. She howled even louder, higher, like a bitch in heat, and he was the beast, fucking her ferociously. It was obvious that he gave her his all; she gave him his all, pounding her pussy into him as he was pounding into her. Portia was about to let out a shout but I covered her mouth in time. I didn’t want the couple to see us or hear us, otherwise, that would mean that their fuckery would stop, and we didn’t want that. By the look and sound of it though, even if we did make some noise, I doubt that they would’ve noticed. They were so into their moment. And we were in that moment with them. I came into my wife’s throbbing cunt after only watching them for what had to have been only ten minutes tops, no less. My wife’s juices coated me from my cock-head to base. My jizz was dripping out from her too. Even when I was softening inside of her, she couldn’t get enough. That was one thing that I sensed that the babe and my wife had in common. They were nymphomaniacs. Always wanting sex. And energizer bunnies. They could just go on, and on, and on.

  I heard the man grunt loudly; it was that pained, relieved kind of yowl, that tall-tale indicator that he was coming. This harsh, orgasmic-sounding panting; I assumed that it was from the woman. I cupped Portia’s ass cheeks in the palm of my hands as I kissed her. We weren’t silent anymore; we moaned loudly. In a way, we did that as if we wanted to be heard. I opened my eye, seeing that the couple was watching us. I couldn’t see their facial expressions; there was no way of me knowing if they sussed out that it was us, that naughty couple, that they bumped into from behind the rock. I closed my eye, focusing on only my Portia, sucking on her tongue.

  When our lips separated, we looked towards the couple. They weren’t there anymore.

  Portia and I continued to make out. We were so taken by our kiss that we almost forgot about them.

  ***

  Portia and I sle
pt in past 8 A.M. For us, that was the equivalent of sleeping past noon, like we used to on the weekends when we were college students. Portia and I have come a long way from being sweethearts then. We woke up that early in time for the breakfast buffet downstairs. We only had one hour left to enjoy it. We got dressed in a hurry, speedily walking out of the room and towards the elevator.

  “I’m starving,” Portia said when we were inside it. “I blame it on all that fucking last night.”

  “No kidding,” I grabbed hold on her ass, serving it a squeeze. “You must especially be hungry from giving me all that head last night too. Even in my sleep!”

  She licked her lips with a wink, thrusting her tongue in the side of her cheek, back and forth.

  “Mmm I have the naughtiest wife ever,” I held her close to me, riding my hand up her dress. I cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand, delivering a firm, territorial grope to it.

  “My bad boy hubby,” she purred.

  As we were about to indulge in a kiss, the elevator opened. Holding hands, we moseyed through the lobby and into the buffet. My belly really started to growl once I smelled the food. We immediately went there first before finding a place to sit. We piled our plates with sausages, pancakes, hash browns, and fresh halves of grapefruit. We headed into the dining room. I stopped when I saw two familiar faces there. Portia stopped too. It was the couple.

  They weren’t scantily clad. They were actually covered up. The woman was wearing a tube top and a pair of jeans with a flower in her hair. The man was wearing a salmon pink blouse and black trousers. They were laid-back, enjoying their breakfast. There was a glow on their faces; that natural, infectious aura told me that they were more than a casual couple. They had to have been lovers.

  Portia and I looked at each other, smiling naughtily.

  “Should we sit at their table?” Portia whispered in my ear.

  “No, no,” I shook my head. “Let’s be discrete. Let’s just sit at a table near them.”