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Beached

Sitting alone at the beach near the villa where a full-on drug-sex-and-alcohol was happening, I became sure of who I didn’t want to hang around, not because of the people but of the state they were in, which none of them were in the right mind to even speak properly.

Out there, in the bone-chilling breeze, Lisa was the last person I’d expect to see dragging her feet through the fine sand.

‘Have you found someone to bring home tonight?’

‘Not really. I thought I might have a better chance here.’

‘Here? Who?’

The two-second gaze I gave her took a further five seconds to get to her, the both of us thereafter breaking out into laughter. She moved closer to me to shield herself from the wind, but that wouldn’t be as effective as the shirt I (took off and) helped put over her bikini top.

When that didn’t help, she put my arm over her shoulder and snuggled into my chest, the closest we have ever gotten in forever. To be fair, despite our vastly different lifestyle, I didn’t imagine her to be the romantic type. She always seemed to be the outgoing, noisy and if I had to discriminate her sexual preference, it would be wild and possibly ‘hardcore’.

(She whispered) ‘Are you serious about finding someone at the beach to bring home?’

‘Haha. Of course not. Who would come out here? Maybe except for you?’

Before I noticed what she was up to, the knot on my shorts has already been undone, and the Velcro fly made it even easier for her to stick a hand into it. Given how secluded and discreet we were, I did not resist her very fiercely. To see if she was really into me, I put a hand across her chest and into her shorts – where she spread her thighs for me.

When I felt that hot, juicy oyster squishing around my finger, I lost control of my hand rubbing that pearl crazy. A few moans escaped her lips before she could put them over my cock, as a pacifier to keep her voice down. The more I massaged her clit, the harder her body struggled. Before I knew it, she was trying to get her shorts off, just as she squirted in her panties.

Not that it would stop us from having our fun, we picked our belongings and walked three minutes to a service building. At the forested area behind, we found a wooden patio and removed just the clothes we needed to bang, namely her panties, and my shorts.

I had her bent over a table and began fucking her from behind, ramming my cock as fast as she could handle it. The way her vagina gripped my shaft, was so agonising that I had to pause every now and then. After she came once, I found myself getting forced out of her tightening pussy, but not before I shoved it right back in. A few more thrusts got her trembling so violently, for reasons unknown until a huge gush just suddenly splashed into the ground between our feet.

Catching that opportunity right in the balls, I rammed my cock deeper than ever, rapidly like a machine gun to drive her wild. As soon as I felt that urge building up, I pulled out of her and put my arm around her, to tease that clit until she came again.

I was seated back on my ass on the attached wooden bench so she could ride me in reverse (facing away), until I became the one groaning for my life. Everything ‘came’ and passed the moment I unloaded into her pussy, that just couldn’t stop squeezing me no matter if I had all or nothing left.

The panicky us cleaned up as much as we could and made our way back to the villa, her in a wet, denim shorts, lipstick all smeared, wobbly on her toes, while I appeared unaffected. Everyone could have guessed what we did, if not for the fact that a handful of the girls also looked as exhausted as her.

We bade our farewell to everyone who knew us and took our leave, her being the ‘girl I bring back from the beach’.

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Over Run

(Jacelyn panting) ‘J! Let’s stop for a while.. ‘

The fair Chinese girl was in a white bra top and a pair of tiny grey running shorts that attracted all the cyclists along the dirt track. Being her partner for this off-road jog, I couldn’t be more proud to have those jealous eyes on me, their minds likely to wander about what we might do during the trip.

‘Hey! I know of a tiny beach around this area. Wanna have a look? We can rest there.’

Exhausted by our hour-long run, we headed off course into the forest, until we reached a small opening in the bushes. Once we ducked past the prickly branches, the orange skies of the setting sun warmth our moods. She handed me a side of her earpiece and I was quickly drawn into the timely song that soothed my mind – Lost in the Light by Bahamas.

Leaning against a low rock, her fingers wriggled into mine and we just stood there in silence, breathing in the salty sea breeze and sounds of crashing waves.

‘Do I look like I’m not wearing a bra?’

‘Haha. Now that you asked, a little?’

‘Damn.’

She shifted her body in front of me and fitted her toned ass on my groin, wrapping my arms around her belly as if we were that close. With my chin resting on her shoulder, I was sure she heard my deep breathes of her, and possibly the slight cleavage by the sewn-in bra cups.

Those minute fidgets she made with her hips slowly stirred my little head upright, and she wasn’t shy to grind her butt crack over it too. In the short fifteen minutes we were there, the sky quickly turned dark and the seas were cleared of any boats.

In the newfound privacy of the secluded tip on that offshore island, I bravely stuck my fingertips into her shorts that didn’t sense any resistance. But right before I could feel her panties, she pushed my arms under her shirt and I was massaging her boobs before I heard her moans.

(She whispered) ‘There’s nothing more beautiful than feeling so right doing the wrong things.’

After a few minutes of nipple-play, she pulled her top off and ‘showed’ me my way into her shorts, where a wet mound surprised me without any panties.

(She whispered) ‘Through the Dark by Alexi Murdoch.’

My fingers immediately got to work along that fine slit, stroking her clit for the sensual moans that escaped her lips, turning me into a horny monster with something demanding her attention as well.

‘Does your hand know where to go?’

‘No. Guide me.’

I used one hand to lower my shorts and underwear till she found the sweet rod, beginning a gentle massage all over the pipe, down to my balls. We stayed like this for almost thirty minutes, enjoying each other’s company in front of the disappearing sun.

By the time we both stopped our tired limbs, our shorts were at our feet, on the sand and only one logical ‘next move’.

(I asked) ‘Do we fuck here?’

‘Like here on this beach? Or right now?’

‘Sounds like both.’

When she grabbed my tool from between her legs, I knew it was a ‘yes’ and was quickly shown my way in, into her tightly moistened pussy. My hips began thrusting within seconds, and her athletic figure just kept jerking to my strokes.

The moments under the starry skies, in front of fast-passing boats, mesmerising city lights, we wasted none of those by pounding our bodies hard together, delivering toes-curling jolts of sex through minds as our hips touched.

I did not hold myself back and just hammered her as much as I wanted, waiting for the single explosion to balance the x-th number of orgasms she had shooting through her spine over the splashing waters. Step by step, I held onto her straightened arms by her wrists as we waded into the sea, until my balls were inches above the chilling waters.

‘I’m gonna cum now.. ‘

She pulled herself away right then but it didn’t come like a surprise. I was fine with whatever she was going to do. Into the water she went, leaving only her head exposed. Her mouth took me in without hesitation and she blew me skilfully, working her way down, and up to the tip.

I took another five minutes before another warning came from me, and she proceeded to jerk me off – into her face. The breathtaking view of my hot cum splattering on her beautiful face was unforgettable, let alone sexy when she made another trip down my shaft to clean out my pipe.

The abundant salt water was then used to clean her face, feeding the plankton my expendable microorganisms. We went for a swim by the bank, before spending our night by the warm rock, naked, till day break.

Waking out of fear in between our sleep, we continued teasing each other sexually until we went for another two rounds while the sky was dark. When we finally woke up, it was about six in the morning, and got dressed before anyone could see us.

After that, we took a long stroll back to the docks, where the boatman who sent us back to mainland could be seen wondering what could we be doing spending the night there without any more gears than a MP3 player, and in clothes so capable of ‘sex anywhere’.

The next two weeks before our next ‘run’ on that island again, we spoke little of what happened, but we returned with more gears for our overnight camp, especially in the ‘lodging’ department.

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Night to Forget

Stuck to her mesmerising gaze, Paul’s mind had turned itself off when all he wanted to do was to check if Rachael had fallen asleep, only to see her eyes watering to the stars above. The choice to embark on a unguided trip to a lesser known location caught them by surprise when the beach front resort turned off all the lights among those unoccupied apartments, giving them the freedom to roam anywhere in the dark at their own risk.

At the end of the boardwalk, the newly wed couple laid peacefully on the polished wood, staring at the gorgeous display of stars acknowledging their existence. After all, how many of us gets to enjoy a moment of silence, let alone having a night all to oneself without the first world problem of an always-on internet connection.

Out there, there was nothing else except the sea, and each other.

‘Baby.. ‘

He rotated onto his side to admire the graceful contours of her unique sharp nose, and an alluring thin, pink lips. How they ended up this far, was a mystery he has yet to figure out. Having a girlfriend that was always hit on, approached to be an escort, her confidence and determination gave him a sense of security he couldn’t understand how.

‘You are just going to look at my lips?’

She placed a hand on his cheek and brought him nearer, gently stamping his lips on hers. When she opened slightly to take him nearer, her tongue approached to moisten their contact, swiping around till he did the same to her. She had willingly let him use her as a bolster on the decently clean deck, his knee somewhat pushing against her groin that she spread wide for.

As it was late at night, they just went out in their swimwear, though she had a knitted coverup for her bikini outfit. He quickly moved his hand under the top and untied the knot behind her halter top, freeing her breasts for him to feel the softness.

Sweet moans began playing into his ears as he executed his ‘massage’ on her, kneading them lightly while playing with those pointy nipples. He did not know what she saw in him that made her so glued, but it was strong, whatever it was. She reached over blindly to his bulge and held that little ‘hill’ in her fingers, squeezing that tip hard to hear him groan and shiver next to her.

‘Hey.. ‘

‘Getting sensitive?’

‘Duh.. ‘

Rachael gave him a wink and raised both her feet into the air, stripping her bottoms off in his astonished face. Not only he had never done it outdoors, he certainly did not expect her to be so open. She caught his stoned hand and led him between her legs, pushing a finger into those wet folds to further surprise him. For the whole time they were together, he was always the one initiating, not because she was shy, but because he didn’t want her to appear desperate. If there has to be a horny fucker in their relationship, he would gladly take the title.

Despite the shock Paul was in, his fingers were moving on their own across the wet slit, spreading ‘love’ all over her clit to help with the fondling he was about to start on. Using his fingertips, he joined them into a group and started to tickle. The electrifying jolts got her shaking on the planks and her knees were opening and closing on their own, trying their best to get accustomed to the random movements which he knew she would never be able to.

Her hand on his pants dived into the shorts and did not wait for him to take them off before attacking his cock, pumping it up and down only to make him go faster.

‘Shit.. how do I stop you?!’

‘That’s for you to figure out.’

She suddenly grabbed his shaft and planted her thumb over his little head, rubbing like the toilet paper game on iOS to reach the ‘end’. Paul completely lost his mind when she did that and was finally thrashing around to her handjob. He lost his rhythm instantly and proceed to slide two of his fingers into her pussy, splitting that pelvic bone apart with her unprepared vagina that was suddenly intruded by those thick, coarse sticks.

It was her turn to lose grip of his member, followed by a hard slam back onto the platform. He had gained control over her with his deep thrusts, also due to the slight curve he made inside her. For the first time, he managed to ‘scoop’ viscous liquid out of her pussy and into the waters, right over the deck. Her mind was flashing like a broken traffic light, psychedelic lines spinning in huge waves, broadcasting the audio feed through the painful sounding moans.

He went all out despite his aching fingers to drive her crazy, before the lights went out and her head dropped back loudly on the solid planks. The violent fingering slowed down to a stop before he pulled those sticky fingers out of her, getting a break to recover from the hurting knuckles.

Beyond all that, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing his cutie lie breathless, under the calming moonlight that did not overwhelm the shining stars sharing the same sky. A smile stretched across his face and down he went to his relaxed state, holding her cold hand with his loving one.

‘So.. you’re not going to do me here?’

‘Can we do it in the room?’

‘I’m going to sleep once I go back. So.. ‘

‘Fine! You just asked for it.’

He got up in a fit of excitement and held her ankles high, spinning her around to let her hair hang over the edge of the deck, still safely elevated from the sharks, if any. His knees knocked loudly under her bum and her knees were pushed to her chest with his elbows. His hips auto-docked his cock outside her pussy and, a single jab, send her whining in a hoarse voice to the ocean.

The strokes tore through her recovering vaginal walls and filled her sexual urges to the brim, if there was ever such a limit. He pounded her eyes white within a few seconds, leaving her with little sanity to do any dirty talks. The earlier symptoms of uncontrollable juices started splashing at his balls again, going totally wild once he used his thumb to work her swollen clit.

Paul spent a few more minutes in the intense missionary before he yankd his dick out of her disappointed body. He swiftly folded her legs to one side and picked her hips up, swapping positions in their record time.

This time, he hugged her from behind while he let his enraged cock slip inside her, plumping up her ass to go really deep. Thrusting against her back, the gentle curve of his manhood triggered another set of pleasure that sent her rocking back and forth on him, almost turning the doggy into a reversed cowgirl if not for his strong calves.

Their combined effort moving in the opposite direction blew their known limits off the charts. The enclosing tightness he was penetrating soon got the better of him after another orgasm went off, making it his turn to beg for mercy.

The moment he froze his movements in confusion, she slammed her ass down his cock and accidentally unleashed the white angels, forcing him to hold her down and making his last thrust.

There are no words to describe how complete, blissful she was when the love travelled up her vagina. It promptly set off another wave of soothing orgasm that milked him for a few more times, before he shrunk out of her.

The exhausted boy just laid quietly while Rachael sat up fully awakened, losing herself once again to the overcrowding sky of stars which her eyes had adjusted to. They spent the rest of the night back in their room, barely saying a word as they exchanged kisses to sleep.

To lose oneself in lust, to someone you love, without restraints for passionate sex. Let the demons in us, meet.

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Deep Sea Drilling

Gladys: ‘Why are you sitting here alone? Thinking of swimming ah?’

The company chalet had came to an end after all the food was finished, majority of the staff headed home while a handful not on duty the next day stayed for the night. Among those who remained, there were three girls and two guys, which my other male counter part had too much to drink and fell asleep before the rest.

Me: ‘No la. Just enjoying the night sky. Lie down and close your eyes for a while. Then you’ll be able to see more stars.’

On the concrete jetty, the two of us laid quietly still, admiring the sight that most of our city lights had hidden. Gladys was the newest staff that joined us, working part time while studying in a private uni. Physically wise, she was the tiniest lady amongst us, but fashionably dressed outside work.

For that evening by the sea, she joined me in a bare back spaghetti blouse, bikini knots exposed around her neck and above the waistline of her shorts.

Gladys: ‘You want to go into the water?’
Me: ‘It’s dangerous eh. But I can save you if anything happens.’

She got up before I did and stripped her top and shorts off, ducking under the rope blocking the steps. I hurriedly threw my shirt away to follow her down in case she missed her step. In pitch darkness, we joined hands as our bodies dipped into the chilly waters, current pushing us around the pillars under the jetty.

Gladys: ‘Don’t let go of me ah.’

Within seconds of the pounding waves, she was hugging me on my back as I waded out into the open. Feet unable to touch the sand beneath, I executed the biggest strokes to get us to the side of the boardwalk, till I could stand firmly on the sand.

Me: ‘Ok ok. We are safe now.’

After she got off my back, she still could not reach the sand. Very cooly, she kept her grip on my arms as she floated closer to my chest. One arm wrapping over my shoulder, I could feel her other hand running down my waist.

Me: ‘Eh eh.. where is your hand going?’
Gladys: ‘Sorry la. Just trying not to die.’

Her fingers wriggled into my shorts that had a very elastic waistband, going around to my groin where my dick was shrivelled in coldness. She gently peeled the foreskin back and the erection came imminently into her grasp. I placed one hand on her back to hold her against my chest and ran the other across her thigh. Going straight for her pussy that only had a little triangle for shield.

Once I slipped my finger between her clit, hot breaths started blowing down my neck in contrast to the cold water. One thing leading to next, she had both her legs around my hips leaving a big gap to let our hands fit through her groin and my belly, still working hard stroking my manhood to keep herself warm.

As I dug my way into her pussy, moans drifted into my ears, increasing my speed till she was shivering in ecstacy. Minutes later, she let go of my cock and readied herself closer to me, guiding my arm around her back to hold her tight.

Gladys: ‘Let’s do it here. Shall we?’
Me: ‘No one will ever know right?’

I held her waist as she relaxed her arms and slid downwards, sheathing my sword into the warmest spot in the ocean. The tightness drew the largest breath of air I had and the fear of falling into the waters caused involuntary contractions over my dick.

Me: ‘You’ll float up and I’ll pull you down.’

A firm nod confirmed her enthusiasm and we did as I suggested, making our own waves as our genitals connected, driving deeply into her love hole. As our speed was greatly limited to the resistance in the water, we only managed to get close to climax but not able to satisfy our needs.

Like a jellyfish, we bobbed up and down to the steps and remained at the bottom, lifting half of our bodies into the open air. I did hope that the barnacles did not die when I sat on them, bouncing the petite Gladys on top till she was moaning in orgasms.

Rocking wildly on my lap, I was more distracted by the queerness of seaside sex than the waves of pleasure, drifting non-menacingly through my body.

Me: ‘Hey hey. Let’s change to doggie. There is a small platform for us to stand on here.’

She got up and we stood knees deep at the wider lowest step, bending over for me to ram her rear. My cock slipped into her easily and began ramming the foam out of the sea, garnering gasps as I went deeper than the (sea)cow girl style earlier.

Gladys (whispering): ‘You’re so deep inside me!’

My hands never let go of her waist as I repeatedly dragged her backwards, deep-sea drilling her pussy till she came another time. I continued fucking her as long as I could and it lasted for a good five minutes, against the freezing waters and the limits of my body. By the time I went all out, her elbows were shaking badly but moans never stopped exciting my senses.

Me: ‘Gladys.. I’m going to cum.’

A pat on the side of my hips slowed me down to a stop and she turned around to sit on the steps. Signalling for me to sit between her legs, I finally rested my tired calves and let her hug me from behind. Both her hands went around my two eggs, one sausage combo and jerked them rhythmically, caressing each of them like a dutiful mother hen.

Me: ‘Coming.. coming.. ‘

Her small palm wrapped around my dick head as hot cum sprayed out of the pee hole, filling her hands as she tried to catch all of it. While the last few twitches emptied my balls, she rubbed both her hands together on the tip and spread the warmth around, which I could not help but begged for her to stop teasing me.

Seeing her cum covered hands, we couldn’t be more happy to have each other in this specially romantic night. She washed her hands in the water and I wore my pants back, before returning to our clothes to head back to the chalet.

Our fingers magically interlocked for the walk back to our accommodations to which we could not find any of our friends inside.

Gladys: ‘Hey, Yi sent me a message.’
Yi (Whatsapp): ‘I can’t find your guys anywhere and we won’t be staying for the night. The key is in the corner of the BBQ, charcoal level.’

We found the key and went for a shower straight, in our birthday suits and of course, together. Since the both of us were not working the next day, there’s no need to describe how we spent the night together. Not especially when we have a fully air-conditioned bedroom to ourselves.

Somehow, the lack of condoms brought our night ‘activity’ to a whole new level, testing the ‘pull out’ method and holding a ‘cum tasting’ session in our comfy nakedness.

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Robinson Crusoe

Hiding in my tent by the beach, the sound of rain had hid the frantic footsteps till my tent’s entrance was unzipped in a hurry.

Girl (shouting): ‘Sorry! Can we hide here for a while?’

Before I could respond, the two young Chinese girls entered to my half-dressed state, with my top naked. They had those dry-fit shirts and FBTs on, totally opaque to see what they were wearing underneath.

I was eating my dinner from a pan elevated by some rocks, surrounded by my opened, huge sleeping bag.

I had never expected teens their age to come to this lesser-known location, often untold to preserve the peaceful nature reserve. Well, I was there to relax and fish for a few days.

As they were drying their hair with the towels they had in their duffel bags, I quickly put on a shirt and tided my ‘room’.

Girl: ‘I’m Natasha. She’s Rebbecca.’

Rebecca: ‘You can call us Tasha and Becca.’

I replied with my name and shook hands in an unceremonious way, still slightly taken aback by this sudden intrusion. As the rain got heavier, temperature dropped to a level we Singaporeans were never prepared for. Not long after, they had my wooly pullover and sleeping bag around their bodies, shivering under the unhelpful cosies.

Becca (whispering): ‘Are you hungry?’

Tasha (whispering): ‘Duhh.. ‘

They were obviously eyeing my food and I had more than enough to fill my stomach. I grabbed two mess tins that I never planned to get dirty and filled it with rice I brought from mainland. They watched hungrily as the brown, butter sauce was poured over it, along with a thick slice of fish filet.

Without further ado, the two girls ate up and had more drinks, only to slow down once they were filled. Looking happily drunk, I took the mess tins from them and set them aside.

Me: ‘When are you girls going back?’

Becca: ‘Supposed to be an hour ago. But the boat didn’t come. Probably the weather?’

Great. On a secluded island off Indonesia, two girls, one tent. The next day would be the most likely time their boats would come. But not for me. I had no plans on returning till my mood was better.

Tasha: ‘What about you? When are you.. ‘

Me: ‘Shhh!’

I threw a worn shirt over the few light sticks used to lit the tent and we sat motionless. Shouts were heard and flares lit the translucent sheets of the tent to a fiery glow. Then, the shoutings came closer and the girls scurried to my sides, awaiting for explanation.

Both my hands were held in theirs until forty minutes later, when we didn’t hear any noises for the past ten minutes.

Tasha (whispering): ‘What happened?’

Me: ‘They could be hunters, or kids like you girls. This island is known for it’s peacefulness and.. ‘

Guy: ‘Oi! *incomprehensible shoutings*‘

The zip came undone and torches were flashed in our faces.

Guy: ‘J? Is that you?!’

Me: ‘Yeah. Me me.’

Guy: ‘Man. You really hide yourself well. Don’t come out for the rest of the night. Something is happening out here. Do you need anything? Water?’

Me: ‘As you can see, we have plentiful coming from above.’

Guy: ‘Remember what I say! Stay quiet like just now.’

He closed the entrance and shadows circled us a few times before leaving us in the dark again.

Me (whispering): ‘They are the local rangers. Don’t worry. I know that guy.’

The two shaking girls did not move anywhere and each took a mouthful of vodka from the bottle. There was no mistakes to be made about a bottle being handed around in the air.

We adjusted our positions and laid on the thick sleeping bag, jackets and towels pulled over our bodies by the frightened little girls. Having spent most of the day relaxing, the night was a different story for me. Adrenaline was rushing through my head to ensure my own safety, even if these two strangers weren’t around.

I was wide awake when snores started coming, deemed inaudible by the loud splattering of the rain. Just then, I felt a hand moving over my crotch, and turned to see Becca looking at me. Her eyes sparked with admiration, and her hand teased with passion.

In the darkness lit by the moonlight hitting my green tent, her hair ruffled along the groundsheet as our lips met, frolicking in the most unimaginable location, and situation. My hand dug into her tiny beach shorts and felt her stubby pussy, left untrimmed for as long she was here on the island.

After stripping our bottoms away, we carefully removed whatever ‘blanket’ we had over us and I laid on top of her, cutting short on the foreplay once we knew we were ready.

Me (whispering): ‘Condom?’

Becca (whispering): ‘What happens here stays here. Let’s skip that.’

She lifted her shirt to get it out of the way and guided my cock into her pussy. She was warm, wet and accommodating to my graceful entry, deep breaths taking over the moans if not for the dangerous grounds we were on.

Quite ironically, we began fucking in the most intense manner possible, hips slamming onto her groin, cock drilling into her body. It felt heavenly to be doing a warm body amidst the cold weather, calming our adrenaline/ lusting/ grateful rush with this simple act.

Although we could barely see, the involuntary contractions of her pussy on my dick told us more than enough. Her voice grew sexier as she whispered to me, about the ‘thing’ that was enlarging inside her. The wet, slurping sounds did not bother us a bit, as I pounded her as fast as I could.

We spent about ten minutes in the outdoor-indoor missionary position before she signalled a break for us. Her knees went onto the padded sleeping bag and her ass stuck out in the most slutty angle ever. I wasted no time and drove my cock back into her, slapping her ass loudly with my vigour.

The only thing that changed was her tightness, that pushed me to an overbearing state of mind as we fucked. Her friend Tasha, wasn’t even in our presence despite how close we were next to her.

Till then, I did not think about Becca getting her orgasms. I was nearing the edge myself and it was that passionate sex we were having that distracted me from the superficial proof of skills – orgasms.

Becca (whispering): ‘J?’

Me (whispering): ‘Yeah?’

Becca (whispering): ‘I’ll suck you off. You can unload in my mouth.’

I slowed down to a stop in that squeezing tight, addictive cunt of hers. And she patted on the empty spot next to Tasha for me to lie down on. Her mouth came over my dick shortly after and took her time, clearing with some training on her arms that never showed as much a tremble.

Her neck bobbed back and forth, using those agile tongue to pleasure me till I was ready to blow. Then, a hand from the side belonging to Tasha turned me towards her and we kissed.

As I squirted my manmade protein shake into Becca’s mouth, Tasha’s eyes were locked onto mine, gleaming with joy while my body let off a slight tremor. Becca’s mouth pulled away after the collection and she fell by my side, swallowing all of it without effort.

She turned her body towards me and hugged me while going to sleep, and another hand took over my retracting cock. Tasha kept fondling me for the next few hours, while my hand worked tirelessly in her black FBT shorts. We were both horny and overwhelmed by the time sunlight shone onto the waterproof canvas.

Tasha took Becca’s hand and flung it away, waking her up in a disgruntled look while I got worried. I wouldn’t want to be the reason for conflict between these two assumed-BFFs right?

Tasha rolled over my body and yanked my shorts down, while picked kneeled between my legs to strip her own shorts off. She climbed over my tummy and sat over my dick, with it all happening before her friend’s and my eyes.

The moment she started riding me, Becca jumped up and removed her shorts. Squatting over my face, my tongue began work at sunrise, licking the pussy I just fucked earlier while another was bombarding my mind with the juicy sounds.

The two girls had started a fight on each others’ boobs, squeezing and pinching while I was lying helplessly underneath. The pussy before me could only be tasted on and off while she fidgeted, but still managed to experience the increased flow of her pussy juice as Becca came.

*Mmm.. Mmm!*

I could only make those noises as I was about to cum. Not only did Tasha ignore that, she moved even faster, pulling Becca into her arms as they made out. The arms around the girls couldn’t be more sexy to watch. My body shook violently as my cum launched into the outer space, or inner space of her, pumping for as long as she kept grinding on me.

After I was spent and exhausted, or I should say, overwhelmed by the sensitive cock-head, I crawled out from under them and quickly moved to a side. The girls fell onto the ground and stuck their hands into their partners’ pants, fingering each other with a competing expression on their faces.

They only took a few minutes to cum together and the sisterly hug after that was heartwarming to watch. The two messy-haired, crumpled clothed, breathless girls regained their composure and changed into fresh sets of attire in front of me.

A bikini top and bottom for the skinny Becca who added a crotchet crop top and translucent shawl around her waist. A maxi-beach dress without any underwear for Tasha who had beautifully browned complexion. They gave me their Singapore-based contact numbers before leaving for the jetty, where multiple boats awaited the crowd of stranded visitors for departure.

Guy (shouting): ‘J!’

The armed man with two equally equipped teammates walked up to us and put his arms around me.

Guy: ‘So did you guys have fun in the tent?’

The two girls weren’t shy and teased them with details, while I was a little skeptical about his intentions.

Me: ‘So Raj.. what happened last night?’

Raj (whispering): ‘Resistance meet pirates. Pirates no likey resistance. Guess who did the dirty work forrest? And.. terrist a party on the other side of the island. Maybe you should visit. Lotsa girls – naked.’

Rebecca and Natasha left the island after saying goodbyes and I was back at my tent. No I did not visit the party on the other side. Those are for the locals (rangers perhaps?) to jump into.

After two more nights, I returned to civilisation and met up with the girls shortly after. For one, we will be back to that island, albeit on a more secure spot, with some equipments for sex apart from survival.