The Morning After Page 5

  Tanya grinned. "Do you really?"

  "Really what?"

  "Really jack off?" she pressed.

  "Umm. Yes! Often!"

  She turned on her boyfriend. "And do you?"

  "Me? Umm. Yeah, I guess."

  "Well show me!" Tanya went on, grinning at them both.

  "Show you what?" Evan stammered.

  "Show me how you jack off,” she demanded playfully. “It's my turn to watch."

  "What, here?" Warren almost pleaded but she just kept grinning and she placed her glass down and sat back folding her arms.

  "Come on, boys. I want to see how you stroke them!" she went on mercilessly.

  Warren looked to Evan. He was a bit red in the face and Warren could feel the heat rising in his own neck. They both checked around and worked their trousers. Warren was completely flaccid and he stretched it out. Evan was obviously experiencing the same problem.

  “Helps if there's something to look at," he said, grinning at Tanya. And she uncrossed her legs and let them stray a little.

  Warren checked around again then looked back to Evan's cock. It had firmed and Tanya was staring at it. His own cock began to harden and extend and he touched Tanya's thigh and moved it a little further, then he reached back under her dress but as he touched her panties she stopped him and squeezed her legs together.

  "Okay that's enough now," she said.

  Warren fixed himself back into his trousers but Evan didn't. He just released his cock and left it standing there with Tanya staring at it.

  "You like?" he asked, and she immediately blushed and looked to her boyfriend.

  "Do you?" Warren whispered into her hair.

  "Do I what?" she uttered. Her confidence had faded away.

  "Do you want him to fuck you?" her boyfriend breathed into her neck.

  Evan was putting himself away with the approach of another couple along the walkway.

  "Another beer?" he asked, and he stood.

  "We might go upstairs," Warren answered, squeezing Tanya's hand and lifting her as he stood.

  "Oh. Okay. Well -" Evan extended his hand.

  "Do you want to come up?" Warren asked him and Tanya dug in behind her boyfriend’s shoulder.

  Evan looked to her and then met Warren’s eyes again. "Are you sure?"

  ****

  Tanya walked quietly between the two men to the elevator. She didn't look up.

  Warren could see the bulge in Evan's trousers and he was again fully erect himself.

  Once inside the room they placed Tanya on the couch where she sat peering up at them. Warren met Evan's eyes squarely. "I just want you to service her then leave!"

  "Yeah - sure! But I haven't got a rubber. Is that okay?"

  Warren turned to his girlfriend.

  Tanya’s blush deepened.

  “I don’t mind if he cums in me,” she uttered.

  Warren nodded towards Evan. His heart was pounding but he just nodded.

  Evan turned to the young woman he was being offered. She was sitting there with her dress falling forward and her breasts bare. He touched her face and slipped his other hand down her front to feel a tit. "Do you want me to fuck you in that little dress?" he said to her.

  The older man then guided Tanya back and reached beneath to rip her panties from her legs. Her legs splayed and he got between them, freed his cock, and thrust it up into her.

  Her breasts jolted from the top of her dress. Evan had her wrists pinned above her head and he thrust up into her again. She moaned and writhed up against him and he held firm and let her fuck herself against his shaft.

  Within a minute she was convulsing. Her entire body was taut and arched up against him pulsing with her contractions.

  Evan began to move in and out of her. He would withdraw until only the head of his cock held her up from the couch then he would roll his hips and impale her with it.

  Warren collapsed back against a chair where he could no longer see Tanya’s face. Evan's body was completely covering her and all he could see was her legs and her stretched open pussy with the older man’s cock sliding in and out of it.

  Juice was seeping from her and dripping down into her anus. The guy’s rhythm quickened. His balls were tightening and suddenly he thrust up into her and held firm. And again Tanya was convulsing but this time Evan also let out a groan and Warren’s heart sank at the realization that he was cumming inside of her.

  She held him close for a moment - her fingers touching his hips. He then lifted his body and his spent penis slurped from within her. It was red and still swollen though soft, and it settled between the cheeks of her ass. Their combined fluids dripped from it and had formed a little pool on the hem of her new dress.

  Evan didn't get up off of her right away. He remained supported above her talking softly and casually rubbing his cock into her opening until it firmed enough then he tried to stick it back into her again, but it slipped up and over so she arched up and split her pussy lips against it. He then speared between her lips a few times, trying to get into her, but the angle was wrong and finally her fingers appeared and guided it back in.

  Warren then watched his girlfriend being fucked a second time. She was pounded solidly and relentlessly through two more orgasms before she collapsed and just laid there for the man on top of her.

  Her legs were limp and rocking back and forth upon each of his thrusts. Her fingers had slipped from his hips and gripped the couch.

  Suddenly he pulled back with his cock glistening and absolutely solid, and he closed his fist around it and lurched up over her - forcing the head into her mouth and crying out as he erupted.

  And Tanya drank from him. Her soft sweet lips remained pressed over the head of his cock while he pumped his semen into her mouth. He didn't try to force his cock in. He just held it firmly in his fist and milked the last of his cum while her slender neck gulped and accepted the fluid.

  Warren then walked out onto the balcony and watched the moonlit waves rolling up onto the sand. And after a while Tanya slipped beneath his arm. She was warm and her hair was wet from her shower. The sweet aroma of soap and perfume lifted from her.

  "Are you okay?" she asked softly……..

  SOUTH SEA ISLAND

  It was a tiny uninhabited island off the coast of Tahiti. Kenny West had found work with a guy photographing birdlife. He had two young islanders helping out as well, and another photographer who was holidaying in Tahiti with his young wife had decided to tag along. Simon was that guy's name. He was maybe 26, as was Kenny, and Max the bird guy was 40 or so.

  The two islanders were in their early twenties. They were powerfully built and both were light skinned, though still a deep brown. Wairangi's head was shaved and tattooed and Fiumu had a crop of thick black dreadlocks. They'd kept to themselves during the first two days and mostly kept to their native dialect.

  The young woman, Mira, spent most of her time reading and sunbathing. She was a pretty brunette with sensational legs and what appeared to be firm little titties. Not that the guys had actually seen them – she'd been wearing white t-shirts though, and her tight nipples were constantly on display while the material hugged the gentle roundness of her breasts. And both days she'd worn tiny white bikini pants, which offered a fine view of the shape of her pussy lips and the little slit between them – a perfect camel toe.

  It was the second night. There was just the one grass hut and the men were all spread around either sleeping or dosing off. There was a sheet partitioning a section of the hut for the young couple and behind that could be heard the obvious sounds of slow, restrained love making.

  Kenny stretched around to have a look and saw that the girl was on her back with her legs spread and the guy was on top of her. He could only see up to their waists though, and it was too dark to discern any detail.

  Wairangi stood and watched through the other end of the sheet and Fiumu sat up. Max lit a smoke, and they all waited for the guy to cum. His thrusts were getting firmer and m
ore audible. The girl was silent but Kenny could see her hips rolling as she split herself against her husband's cock.

  ****

  The next morning Kenny was chopping wood for camp. Max had gone out early with his two guides and they returned without him. Apparently he was set up for the morning. Kenny approached the hut but stopped short of walking in when he heard Mira and Simon talking.

  "But I seriously don't have anything to wear." Mira was saying. "I'll have to see if there's any washing soap. Do you think Kenny will have some? He seems to be in charge of things."

  "I'm sure there's some here somewhere but you look okay as is."

  "Oh, and you'd have me walk around amongst these natives like this would you?"

  Simon chuckled. "What! Nothing is showing."

  "Nothing until there's a gust of wind, and then everything!"

  "I guess. But that wouldn't be so bad would it?"

  Kenny was looking forward to seeing what Mira was wearing but instead of barging in he decided to go and get started on the washing. It was his next job anyway. There was a laundry with an old washing machine and generator. He started it up and put on a load then strolled back to the hut to see if there was any little sexy girlie things to be washed.

  He only just caught them. They were leaving for a walk and Mira pointed him in the direction of a bundle of clothes. She had on a little summer dress, all flowers and very bright, and quite short. She was clinging to it to keep it from lifting. The wind was sort of gusty.

  Kenny quickly gathered the bundle of clothes and went back to work. From where he was he could see that Simon and Mira had stopped to chat with Wairangi and Fiumu. The guys were resting back on the sand after having just finished their breakfast. They were both grinning up at Mira standing in front of them.

  Simon had moved behind her and claimed her hands. He had them folded over her belly and he was holding them there while the gusts of wind toyed with her dress. It was billowing out nicely and Kenny saw it fold up a few times to reveal what appeared to be a tiny patch of white covering her pussy.

  The four of them were laughing and chatting away. It seemed Mira was going to be posing for a few photos and the guys were trying to get Simon to let them come along. They were denied but a little later Kenny saw them heading off with fishing gear in the direction Mira and Simon had taken so he quickly finished hanging out the washing and hurried to catch up with them.

  They followed a trail up over a small headland and down to a stream that was broad and gently flowed into a little cove. Across the stream Simon was set up with his camera and Mira was posing against a rock with her dress slipping from her shoulders and occasionally she would lift it and flash some panty.

  The boys tossed in their lines and offered Kenny one and they set up there watching from a respectable distance, yet close enough to appreciate.

  She carried on as if they were not there but she was continually looking over. Simon had acknowledged the guys with a nod, which Kenny took as approving, and from then on he was focused on what he was doing.

  After half an hour of shooting he packed up his camera and they strolled off hand in hand to walk slowly around the cove.

  Fiumu left to go and find Max, who was apparently prone to getting lost. Wairangi and Kenny sat chatting and fishing until Mira and Simon returned from their walk. It was then getting on lunch time and they decided to follow them back to camp. They'd caught nothing anyway, and the thought of Mira climbing back over the headland was pretty interesting.

  Mostly it was just a steep, windy trail but towards the top there was a pile of big boulders that had to be scaled. They reached them and there was some hesitation at the prospect of who would go first.

  "After you," Wairangi said and his grin split his face.

  Simon met his eyes and then Kenny’s. He knew what they wanted.

  Mira had climbed the trail holding onto the hem of her dress, so as yet the guys hadn't seen anything other than her bare thighs and the occasional flash of a firm globe when a gust of wind caught her by surprise. She accepted her husband's hand and bravely stepped up onto a rock that put her above the men.

  Wairangi immediately leant in for a look. Mira had released the hem of her dress and the wind shooting up the rock face lifted it. She had on tiny thong panties and the little patch of material covering the lips of her pussy was completely transparent.

  They could see her slit clearly – they could see the smooth puffy roundness of her lips, slightly parting to reveal soft, delicate folds of pale pink flesh, and her lips seemed to open as she placed her foot in a chiselled foothold in the rock.

  She glanced down at the two men with her cheeks reddening a little. Kenny had leant in with Wairangi to have a good look and she seemed to pause before stepping up to the next level. Her thighs were wide apart and the little patch of see-thru gauze was folding into her slit.

  Kenny met Simon's eyes briefly and then he again looked at Mira’s pussy. She'd stepped up but she then had to open her legs to step between two rocks and she had stopped to look back at the view down into the cove.

  The level of Wiarangi's head was at her ankles and he was looking directly up between her legs. Kenny stepped up beside him and just caught a flash of Mira's eyes as he leant around Wairangi's shoulder.

  Mira was talking with her husband, pointing out the place they'd walked to and other places in the distance that looked interesting. Simon was watching the other two men looking up his wife’s dress.

  It seemed her little panties were so transparent because they were actually damp. She'd stepped across to the other rock and closed her legs together but they could still see them, and from as close as they were it was obvious they were pasted to her pussy lips. When her legs were open there had even seemed to be a little glossy coating to her pink flesh and Kenny wondered if Simon had fucked her again while they were away on their walk.

  They started off again and with Simon leading. Wiarangi and Kenny kept close behind Mira. She climbed slowly and deliberately, and whenever her legs were open she would glance back down at them and blush.

  "Enjoying yourselves?" she asked at one point while Simon was way up ahead and adjusting his camera for a shot of the cove.

  Wairangi grinned. "Why don't you pull them aside so they can have a better look?"

  He stepped up beside her and his hand moved towards her crotch but she caught his wrist. "I think you're doing well enough."

  Wairangi leant forward to look around the edge of the rock face they were pressed up against, checking on her husband. He then forced his hand under the front of Mira's little dress, and his big hand cupped her panties and his fingers were probing into her.

  "Don't," she uttered, trying to wriggle away, but Kenny noticed she was biting a little smile.

  She clung to his arm but it was huge and powerful and he easily pinned her back against the rock face while his hand mashed into her crotch. He'd worked the soggy mesh aside and Kenny saw his middle finger disappear up inside of her. He then pumped her with it a few times but she managed to clamp her thighs together.

  "Fuck that's tight," Wairangi groaned.

  "Get off me," Mira demanded, but it was noticeable that her voice was under her breath and not loud enough for her husband to hear.

  Wairangi wound the front of her panties around his fingers and ripped them completely from her body.

  She gasped and clutched at a branch sticking out from the rock face. Her other hand was gripping his shoulder and she was trying to push him away but he lifted her dress up to her neck and sucked her left tit into his mouth. He then leant back a bit to have a look. He had his forearm across her shoulders, holding her dress up and pinning her against the rock. He thumbed her left nipple and then he licked his thumb and wet her right nipple. Mira's body shuddered and her sweet little tits bounced as his fingers trailed down to her belly and lower until his middle finger smoothed over her pubes. He inserted the tip of his finger between her pussy lips and rubbed gently into he
r folds, separating them, and then he forced his finger all the way up her again.

  Mira's head was arched up and away. She was anxiously looking in the direction of her husband, but Kenny thought she was more concerned that he might be watching.

  Her legs had fallen open a little and Wairangi was working her fluids into her clit. He had her hips rolling a little and he was letting his middle finger slip in and out of her pink little hole but he'd relaxed his hold on her and suddenly she pushed away from him and he almost lost his balance on the ledge they were standing on.

  Mira tugged her dress down and stepped around the rock face and she quickly gained the level where her husband was just packing his camera away. Nothing was said about the incident though and they continued their climb with Simon again leading.

  Mira kept hold of her husband's hand for a while and Wairangi and Kenny lagged back a bit. They had almost made it to the top of the headland. There was just a level stretch of trail and then one final climb to the summit. As they began climbing again Mira slowed and let Simon go ahead. She kept out of reach but each time she had to open her legs she would look back down with a teasing little smile in her eyes.

  They reached the top of the headland and rested. Nestled amongst the palm trees below was the campsite. There was another tiny stream there, merely a trickle of fresh rain water from the hills beyond, which spilled into a broad, shallow pool surrounded by mossy rocks. There was a flat, sandy park between the camp and what appeared to be a perfect surf beach. Fiumu was pulling on a wet suit and he collected his surf board and ran into the waves. Wairangi hurried ahead to join his friend.

  Kenny stayed close, chatting with Simon as they made their way down from the headland. Mira kept ahead of the men and on a few occasions Kenny was treated to a nice view down the front of her dress. It was loose and it gaped to reveal her sweet little nipples when she had to turn and climb down some of the steeper parts of the trail.

  She had remained very quiet and appeared to be deep in thought. Kenny wondered if she would tell her husband about Wairangi touching her and about him doing nothing to stop him.