College Girls Ch. 01

Nearly midnight and still no sign of Kate.

Susan yawned and decided to pack it in for the evening. She shrugged off her jeans, pulled on her cross-country team t-shirt and slipped into her narrow twin bed. The sounds of the dorm filtered through the thin walls: someone closing the refrigerator just outside her door, a stereo playing death metal, two people laughing loudly as they stumbled down the hall in her direction.

She heard the door to her suite open and the laughter got a notch louder. Just like Kate to finally get back just as she was drifting off to sleep. Now she’d have to hear all the lurid details of her roommate’s night out. No, Susan decided. Not this time. She turned onto her side, facing the wall, and closed her eyes. Kate could wait until morning to narrate her adventures. By then whoever Kate had met would just be another guy she’d be all gooey over for a week or two. Susan had stopped trying to remember their names.

The bedroom door opened. Kate stopped in the doorway when she noticed that the light was out.

“Oh. She’s already asleep,” Kate said. She stood there for a moment, evidently at a loss. “I was thinking that, well, she’d just excuse herself and go somewhere else.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” said a deep voice, a male voice. “I’ll just head back to my place. I’ve had a great time …”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Kate said firmly. “Come on in. We can whisper. Susan’ll sleep through anything.”

“Are you sure?”

In response, Susan could hear the guy being dragged towards Kate’s bed. Oh, hell, Susan thought. Now what am I supposed to do? I should probably say something, let them know that I’m really awake. But a moment later it was too late: she heard two bodies hitting Kate’s bed, followed by a high-pitched, drunken giggle from Kate. Then it was quieter. There was some movement, announced by the old bed springs, and Susan thought she could hear lips meeting, although that could have her imagination overheating. Then a sigh from Kate.

“Damn”, Susan thought. How do I get out of this one? She tried to let her mind wander, think about the chem lab that was due on Thursday. She heard a snap unfastening; then the sounds became harder to interpret – the rustling of clothing, shifting on the bed, indrawn breaths.

“You’re sure she’s asleep?” the guy asked.

His voice was deeply masculine, even as a whisper. Susan imagined a broad, muscular chest and dark hair. She wasn’t sure why dark hair fit the voice, but it did. And he seemed to move confidently. There was nothing abrupt or crude about his motions – or was she drawing too many conclusions from a few muffled sounds? Suddenly, Susan wanted to know. Was he really as she imagined him? Tall and athletic and self-assured? Or maybe he was squat and nerdy. Or green and spherical. This was nuts. It wasn’t any of her business. He’d be gone in the morning and Kate would give her the blow-by-blow, and that would be the end of it.

But it was no use. She couldn’t fall asleep. Maybe just a quick peek, Susan thought. To satisfy my curiosity; to see whether I can summon the image of an entire man from a few whispered words. She hesitated for a moment, then rolled over as silently as she could. Very cautiously, she raised her eyelids a sliver. She was facing across the small room towards Kate’s bed. She’d been in the dark for a while, and her eyes had adjusted – Kate and her friend were visible on the bed, though only just. They lay on their sides, the guy with his back to Susan. Kate had her arms around him and she had pushed up his shirt so that her hands caressed the bare skin of his back. The couple seemed to be kissing enthusiastically. And he did indeed have broad shoulders and dark hair, just as Susan had known he would.

Suddenly, Kate disengaged herself and pushed the guy over onto his back. She swung one leg over him until she was straddling his hips, her butt resting on his crotch. Susan was relieved to see that they both still had their jeans on. Kate giggled and worked on unbuttoning the guy’s shirt. When she’d finished, she put both her hands on his chest and scraped her long fingernails along his skin. He gasped softly as she grazed his nipples. She leaned over and let her long blond hair fall across his taut stomach. Wow, Susan thought, as she watched Kate drag her hair back and forth, I wish I could do that. Susan kept her wavy chestnut hair short. She’s gotten tired of her ponytail flopping up and down when she ran.

The guy let out a deep “mmm” and reached up to rub his hands along Kate’s bare arms. Susan tried to make out his face, to see if she recognized him. But the only thing visible was a faint reflection from his eyes. Kate sat up and reached for the hem of her tank top.

Oh, no, thought Susan, she isn’t …

But she was. Susan shivered and opened her eyes a little wider. The sounds outside faded; now all she could hear was her own pulse hammering in her ears. Her eyelashes still blocked her view a little, giving the scene a muddled sense of unreality. Kate moved in dreamy slow motion, drawing her shirt gradually upwards. Kate was a petite girl – at least three or four inches shorter than Susan – but the rising shirt seemed to expose more buttery, tanned flesh than Susan could take in: The smooth skin of her waist came into view first, then the slightly rounded stomach, then the sheer bra, already hanging askew. Finally, Kate wiggled her torso to get the top over her shoulders. Her face disappeared for a moment as she extracted her hair. Kate threw the shirt in Susan’s direction, and Susan caught her breath. But Kate didn’t notice. Her eyes were on the guy, savoring his reaction as the bra slid off her shoulders.

Susan blinked. She’d seen Kate’s breasts before, of course, but she’d always made a point of not staring. They were two cup sizes larger than her own (she’d checked), round and heavy, a little pendulous. Now in the diffuse light leaking in from their single window, they seemed other-worldly, almost glowing. The large nipples, stiff and puckered, rose from dark aureoles. Kate understood the effect her bare breasts were having on her captive audience perfectly. She looked down at him with a knowing smirk. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. Her breasts touched him first, her hard nipples flattening against the exposed skin of his chest. Their arms went around each other and their lips met again, more urgently this time. Kate’s hair fell over both of them.

Okay, thought Susan, I’ve seen enough. Quite a bit more than I wanted to, actually. She turned quietly towards the wall again, and closed her eyes.

The sounds of bodies shifting grew louder, magnified by the small space and hard walls. Susan did her best to ignore them. Kate would surely come to her senses in a minute and send the guy on his way. But the scuffling continued. What was going on? Susan’s heart pounded in her chest. She’d never seen real people doing anything like this. Her imagination supplied vivid images to go along with the sounds: lips meeting, hands fondling breasts, hips mashing together …

And then, gradually, without really meaning to, she turned back over.

Her imagination had been a little over-active. But only a little. Kate was still stretched out on top of the guy, and her jeans had been pushed down to her ankles. So had his. Kate was wearing a thong of some dark-colored material, navy blue or black, so that, from Susan’s point of view, she was naked from head to toe except for the thin waistband of her panties. The guy was running his hands along the curve of her bottom and over the backs of her legs.

Susan tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Kate had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy’s crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Kate giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.

“Naughty boy,” she whispered.

He rolled off to one side, his back towards Susan once again. He scooted down a little so that his mouth was over her breasts. He leaned over and Susan saw his tongue flick out and swirl around one nipple. Kate gasped, and something inside Susan melted. A warmth flowed up from her center, making her feel light-headed and faint. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to control the feelings. But her nipples had become painfully hard, and the contact with her arms felt like an electric shock. She subconsciously slid one hand down between her legs.

The man pushed awkwardly at his boxer shorts. He lifted his hips and yanked the waistband until they began to move down, revealing a slim, muscular butt. Susan licked her lips nervously. He finally kicked his shorts off and lay on his side, wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. And then he disengaged himself from that as well, and he was completely naked. His dark, wavy hair lapped over his neck, down to where smooth muscles played under his shoulder blades as he pulled Kate towards him. His back blocked Susan’s view of whatever they were doing.

Kate’s shoulder began moving rhythmically. Susan couldn’t see her arm or hand, but she could guess what was happening. She surprised herself by feeling frustrated that the guy’s cock was hidden, that she couldn’t tell if Kate’s hand was really sliding along its length. His cock must be very hard by now, Susan thought, slanting out from his body, its tip dark from the blood surging through it …

For a moment Susan’s thoughts spun out of control. She saw herself pushing her covers aside and going over to Kate’s bed, offering herself to them. She closed her eyes tight. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t a voyeur. None of this had anything to do with her. If Kate wanted to … to what? Susan shivered. Whoever this guy was, Susan was pretty sure she hadn’t seen him before. Kate wasn’t really going to … to do it with someone she’d just met, was she?

The guy was reacting to whatever Kate was doing to him. His breathing turned ragged and his head jerked back. Kate looked serious, as if this was taking all of her concentration. The muscles in the guy’s butt tightened. Was he going to …?

Susan’s breathing turned ragged. She’d never seen a man’s body like this, so taut and lean, so excited and so completely in a woman’s power. She couldn’t help herself. She pushed her t-shirt up over her waist and slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties until they lay against her pussy. Her folds felt swollen, slippery with moisture. Her eyes were wide open now. If Kate looked up, she’d surely know that Susan was watching her. It didn’t matter now. She felt reckless, wanton, half-wanting Kate to notice. Would she invite Susan to join them? She could run her fingers over the guy’s butt, touch the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders …

Susan clenched her teeth. No, no, “­no”. She had more control over herself than that – even if Kate obviously didn’t. Susan took a deep breath and removed her hand from her panties. Just then the guy rolled onto his back with a breathless grunt. A little bit of stray light outlined the hard planes of his face, but Susan still couldn’t really see him. His cock, though – she could see that perfectly. Kate had let go of it, and it seemed to stand out a mile from his hips, rising at a steep angle to his torso, quivering slightly, the head swelling to form a bulb at the end. Then Kate’s hand was covering it again, or part of it anyway. Either Kate’s hand was awfully small, or the guy’s cock was a lot longer than any of the limited selection Susan had dealt with in the past.

Kate slid her hand along the shaft and then just brushed the head with her fingertips. The guy groaned loudly and bucked his hips upwards. Somehow, his cock had grown even longer. Kate just stared at it for a moment. Then she swept her hair over her shoulder, so that it fanned out across her bare back. Her face began to dip downwards.

Oh, no, thought Susan. Kate, please don’t …

But Kate didn’t hesitate. Her tongue darted out from between her glossy lips and teased the skin at the very tip of the guy’s cock. He jumped as if he’d been struck. Kate giggled at his reaction, then did it again. This time the guy’s hips rose to meet her, and Kate moved her lips over his cock head and swallowed it halfway down. Susan’s eyes picked up the smallest details: Kate’s lips bulging outwards as they passed over the ridge that separated his cock tip from the shaft, the trail of moisture her mouth left behind, the tiny opening at the very end of his cock weeping a single sparkling drop of pre-cum. Their arousal filled the small dark room, saturating the part of Susan’s brain that controlled her breathing and her body temperature. She was perspiring, her clothes and her bed covers unbearably hot against her skin. She had to get them off “now”.

She fought for control over herself. Clothes off, she decided. Bed covers, not. She skinned her panties down her thighs as discreetly as she could and pushed her shirt up. Her hand went back between her legs. She was dripping down there. Everything was tender and slippery; she was almost afraid to touch herself, she was so sensitive. She bit her lip and slid her index finger along the outer lips of her pussy, picking up some of the moisture, using it to lubricate the passage of her finger over her clit. She knew that her breathing was too loud and that she was lying in a completely unnatural position as she struggled to see everything that was happening in the next bed. But it was obvious that Kate and her boyfriend weren’t paying any attention to her. They were lost in their own little world. Kate held the guy’s cock in one hand and swirled her tongue around the tip, pausing to nuzzle it with her lips. The guy grunted every time her tongue touched him. Kate was kneeling between his outstretched legs now, and her breasts swung freely each time she dipped her head.

How much practice did it take to develop that kind of technique? Just as Susan wondered that, Kate sat up. Susan’s heart skipped a beat. Had Kate sensed that she was watching? No. Her attention was still on her boyfriend. Or, more accurately, on his groin. She rubbed his cock head idly between her fingers. Then she crawled over him so that her hips were positioned above his. Susan felt an odd sense of relief. Kate was still wearing her thong. That should keep things from going any further.

Kate hadn’t let go of the guy’s cock. In fact she held it firmly now. Susan’s breath caught in her throat. Kate was … she was pulling the crotch of her panties to one side and nudging the guy’s cock towards the entrance of her pussy! Susan started to feel light-headed again. Kate closed her eyes and shifted her hips back and forth. Susan couldn’t see the critical area very well, but it looked like he wasn’t going inside her very far. With every forward movement, Kate let out a little high-pitched gasp. His cock head must be … it must be hitting her clit, Susan thought. Her own pussy began to throb. She squeezed down on it with her hand, but that just made it worse, almost painful.

Suddenly a quiver ran through her and Susan made a startled “oh” sound. She’d just cum, she realized. Normally her climaxes took forever to build up, but this one just happened all at once. Her body contracted, sending her fingers deeper into her pussy. “What’s happening to me?”, she wondered. She felt almost as desperate at Kate, who was still wriggling against her boyfriend. Finally, Kate made a frenzied shift of her hips, and his cock moved inside her. His cock seemed so long and thick, Susan thought. He wouldn’t fit all the way, would he?

But he did. Their loins mashed together, Kate’s tiny patch of blond hair scratching against his thick nest of black curls. Kate held still for one long, agonizing moment, then began to heave up and down. Her motions became more and more violent and her breasts bounced, changing shape, flattening on her chest as she crashed against the guy’s hips.

Susan was rubbing herself without any sense of restraint now. Her skin shone with a sheen of perspiration. She knew that anyone looking in her direction would know exactly what she was doing. But it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop. Her breathing became louder and harsher, mirroring the sounds that were coming from Kate’s bed. Susan shook as another orgasm hit her and a loud moan rose from deep in her chest.

The guy reached up and put his hands over Kate’s breasts. She leaned forward to intensify the contact.

“”Peter”,” she said breathlessly.

So that was his name, Susan thought.

“Yes, right … “there”,” Kate said. A hard jolt ran through Kate’s body. Her butt slammed down again and again.

For a moment Susan felt oddly disconnected, as if she was watching the scene from somewhere else – the naked couple on the bed, no longer making any attempt to keep their passion quiet or discreet … the whole suite must be listening to their cries and their bodies slapping wetly together – the single girl a few feet away, eyes wide, panties down around her ankles, shirt pulled up to expose her breasts, a sheet only partly covering her super-heated body, long bare legs exposed now, pale in the dim light, one hand buried deep in her pussy. It all seemed to drift into slow-motion. The guy – Peter – moved his hand to grip Kate’s butt. She scooped her hips forward and arched her back, her breasts thrust forward, nipples hard and swollen, long hair hanging straight down her back. She froze in that position, a trickle of sweat dripping between her breasts, across her stomach, and pooling in her belly button.

Peter’s body convulsed once, then again as he dug his fingers into the flesh of Kate’s bottom, and he emitted a harsh, drawn-out “ahhh”. Kate seemed to soften, drawing in her breath in a long sigh and collapsed slowly onto Peter’s chest. Susan felt a flood of warmth against her hand. An unbearably intense sensation rushed outward from her center, spreading through her body. She knew she was breathing too hard, too quickly, but there was no way she could control what was happening to her. The warm, melting feeling filled her completely, flowing out into her fingers and toes until her skin burned and everything turned hazy and indistinct.

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A long time later, the room was much brighter and Susan felt groggy, as if she’d had too much to drink the night before. She came slowly to her senses, remembering what had happened after Kate had come back to their room. She looked over at her alarm clock and noticed that it was nearly nine AM. Okay, fine. Her first class wasn’t until ten. If she got moving now, she’d have time for a shower and a quick breakfast. She’d have to wait a little longer to sort out what had happened the night before.

She took stock. Her panties, wherever they were, were probably a lost cause. But if she pulled her t-shirt down no one would have to know about that. She rolled off the bed, bare feet landing on the cold tile floor, still trying to clear her head. It was another minute before it occurred to her to look over at Kate’s bed. For some reason, she’d assumed that it would be empty. But Susan was shocked to find that both Kate and … what was his name? Peter? … were still there. Peter was on his back with Kate cuddled up against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her hair fetchingly disheveled. The covers were pulled up to Peter’s chest, but both of them still appeared to be naked – a conclusion reinforced by the clothing scattered at the foot of the bed.

As Susan stared at them, she felt a familiar tingling in her pussy. Just then, Peter opened his eyes. They looked at each other for a long awkward moment. Susan could see his face properly now. It was a pleasant face, a thoughtful and seemingly intelligent one, certainly not the brainless party dude she’d expected. And the wavy hair she’d seen last night was even darker than she’d thought, a deep, glossy black that went beautifully with his flinty gray eyes.

try to get their slutty hands on you.” She paused, looking directly at Ron, then down to his still semi-swollen cock. “I bet you”d have liked to oil them up, wouldn”t you?”

Perpetually uncertain as to what was going on in his girlfriend”s mind, Ron took the safe answer, “Of course not, I mean, only if you told me to.” He said, breaking into his most endearing smile.

“Good answer, and maybe I will let you sometime, but not on the day before I leave you alone with them on this island.” She teased.

“I won”t be alone, I mean your mom and Beth will be around to protect me.” Ron said in a playful tone. He had a suspicion, however, that if he needed protection, it would most likely be from Beth, and not the two girls lounging by the pool. His mind quickly drifted back to the way Beth had impaled herself on his tortured cock, and the incredible sensation it had been to feel a woman”s pussy clutching at his dick. He only wished that Amy was ready to “go all the way”, but Ron was certain he was in love with her, and until she was ready to do more, he promised himself that he”d wait for her. He didn”t know for sure how Beth would behave once Amy went on the ship with her dad, but he was prepared to call on every ounce of will power to remain true to Amy. He felt guilty now, seeing how jealous Amy was of the two college girls, and he couldn”t even imagine how mad she”d be if she knew exactly what happened on the beach. The only thing that eased his conscience at all was the fact that Amy herself had place him in the position of being at Beth”s mercy, and no matter how hard he might have tried to resist, he would have had no means of altering what had happened.

In a not so subtle manner, Amy redirected the conversation away from Shannon and Courtney, and back to Ron”s recent beach adventure. “So, enough about those little tramps, I want to hear all the details about what you saw and felt while buried in the sand.”

They were still standing in the kitchenette area, and Amy hopped up on the table, spread her legs and pulled her bikini to the side, allowing her fingers to gently trace across her puffy lips and swollen clit. “Come over here and tell me all the juicy details.”

Ron moved next to the table, his mind trying to determine exactly how truthful to be with Amy. As soon as he was within reach, Amy guided his hand to her simmering pussy before reaching into the rip in his trunks to retrieve Ron”s semi-erect dick. “Start at the beginning, did you just about die when Beth found us?”

“Well, yeah, I was pretty nervous.” Ron answered in the safest manner he could.

Sensing Ron”s reluctance to admit his lust for Beth, even after her confession moments earlier in the pool, Amy began to softly caress Ron”s stiffening prick as she continued with her leading questions, “Tell the truth, it had to make you hot when I helped her pull that lycra tankini off and Beth was laying practically on top of you with the tiny yellow bikini top.”

“Um, yeah, I guess it did.”

“Oh come on Ron, I confessed all my perversions in the pool a little while ago, I want you to tell me what you saw and felt, and how horny you were. Don”t be afraid that I”ll get mad, I mean, it”s not like she gave you a blowjob, or you two had sex or something.” Amy continued in her attempt to get Ron to open up to her.

Ron lightly pinched Amy”s clit hoping to divert her attention from his face, which he felt was betraying him and his secret about Beth. As she let out a surprised squeal and squirmed on the table, Ron successfully dove into the conversation Amy was pushing for, being careful to stay within the boundaries to which she was convinced Beth had adhered. “Okay, I”ll confess, seeing your hands on Beth, when you were pulling her top off, almost showing her nipple to me, my dick was so hard. And to be completely unable to touch myself, it was torture.”

Ron could tell that he had said the right thing, as Amy moaned louder, scooted her pussy more firmly against his hand, and grasped his cock even harder. He continued, “Then, when Beth began to rub lotion on herself, her big tits only inches from my face, and you nonchalantly tapping your fingers up and down my hardon, I thought I might explode.”

Amy”s pussy was gushing. Hearing Ron confirm the exact reaction she had hoped for was turning her on in ways she had never experienced. If Ron had told her at that moment that Beth had rolled over and sucked his dick as soon as she and her mom had left, Amy thought she”d cream all over Ron”s hand and the kitchen table. Even though she had fantasized about Beth with her and Ron back on the plane, she had never really thought seriously about it, and now, surprisingly, letting the idea invade her mind as an option, rather than a fantasy, was making her pussy smolder.

Amy tugged Ron”s now rock hard cock over closer to her steamy cunt, “Oh god Ron, this is making me so horny. What about my mom? When she showed up and lay down right on top of you. I bet that was torture, huh?”

Even though Ron”s cock was tender from the day”s events, it began to throb and get even harder as Amy steadily stroked him. His fingers were now drenched with her moistness, as he now pistoned two fingers in and out of Amy”s tight pussy. “Torture is not the word for it. Especially when Beth sat on top of your mom and began to give her a rub down with the sun screen.”

“Ummm, I figured as much, tell me, come on, please, tell me everything.”

“Ok, well, you know your mom”s face was only about six inches from mine, and I was scared to death she would find me under the bag. Then, when her and Beth came back from the water, looking so wet and sexy, my dick got completely hard. But when she stretched out along my body, her, well, you know, her crotch was right on top of my dick. The pressure was intense, but not unbearable. She didn”t seem to notice, and after a few minutes, she untied the straps to her bikini.” Ron paused briefly, glancing out the patio door to make sure no one was watching.

Amy noticed and said between labored breaths, “Don”t worry, no one can see in cause of the sun”s reflection. Just look every now and then to make sure mom and Beth aren”t coming back.” Grasping his cock even harder, she pleaded, “Don”t stop, tell me what you saw, and what happened.”

“Well, she raised up some and looked down at her boobs, I guess to see if her nipples were showing or something. Ah, well, I mean, your mom has some really great tits, and when they were hanging down like that only inches away, my cock started to throb even more. But about that time is when Beth straddled her back and I guess she didn”t notice my dick cause of that.” Ron continued to recount what had happened. The way Amy was moaning and gushing her slick juices over his fingers, there was no doubt that she enjoying this as much as he was. “So, every time Beth pressed her slick hands across her tan back, your mom”s great looking tits being smashed into the blanket covering my chest, then pulled away so that I could actually catch an occasional glimpse of her nipples. Not to mention that when Beth scooted down to sit across her ass, the pressure against my dick was intense and constant.”

“Ooh, keep going, I am getting close to cumming, please tell me everything.”

Ron pulled Amy”s hand from his increasingly tender dick, eliciting a disapproving look from his girlfriend. He gently pushed both her hands downward to her own sex, and said, “I want to watch you, while I tell you the rest, ok?”

Amy gave him an accepting nod as her fingers resumed where Ron had left off. “Mmmm, ok, so ……go on, please.”

“Like I said, when Beth moved down and sat on your mom”s butt, then started rocking up and back while she was rubbing the lotion in, I started to get really excited, I mean to the point I was afraid I was going to, you know, to orgasm.”

“Oh my, really? Did you have one?” Amy asked, her fingers now a blur as they flicked across her engorged clitoris.

“Well, uh, yeah, eventually.” Ron said, knowing Amy had no idea how true that statement was. “But, well, do you want me to tell you about your mom?” He said, certain of the answer before he asked. Amy”s glazed look and slight nod of the head spurred Ron onward. “I am not sure, but well, I think your mom was, well, you know, kinda feeling it too. I mean, Beth was basically making her crotch grind right across my boner, and I could see by the look on her face, and the way she was biting her lip, that she looked just like you do when you are getting off, …the way you look right now.”

Amy knew she was a major pervert, but hearing her well endowed boyfriend tell her that her own mother was unknowingly giving him an orgasm, and maybe even experiencing one from his big dick without even knowing it, was jus too much. Amy felt her body begin to shiver with the impending orgasm. She kept up the friction of her fingers, and listened as Ron continued.

“I was really afraid that your mom would feel my dick spasm and throb as soon as I started to cum, not to mention feel what would be like a gallon of jizz. Looking into her face, as she appeared to be feeling the same thing I was sent me past the point of turning back. Luckily, at that very moment, her pager went off, and Beth moved, allowing your mom to roll over and release the pressure. It was too late for me, and my dick exploded right up into the blanket. Thankfully, with everybody moving around, nobody noticed. But it was so weird, and such a turn on to be cumming right there with all three of you next to me, unable to touch myself, or have any control over my own body.”

“Ahhhggg, Oh MY. Mmmm, that is making me crazy just to think about it,” Amy blurted out as she gasped for air, her own orgasm taking control of her body at as Ron finished his tale.

Amy eventually opened her eyes as her convulsing body began to return to normal. Ron was there, watching her intently, his cock bobbing in the air only inches from her drenched pussy. “Step over here Ron, and try to slip your dick inside me, ok?”

“Are you sure you want me too, I mean, I don”t want you to regret this.”

“No, God No. I won”t regret anything. I want you to fuck me with your long, fat dick.” She panted.

Ron did as she instructed, and stepped over next to the table, his cockhead throbbing against Amy”s drenched pussy. He positioned the head at her opening, and began to steadily press it against her slick lips.

“Shit!” Amy exclaimed. “Here comes Beth and my mom. Of all the terrible timing. You go to the bathroom, and I”ll say we came in to fix some lunch.” Amy pushed Ron away, and began to wipe up her juices from the kitchen table even as Beth and Pam came through the door.

Luckily, Ron had left his gray gym shorts/pajamas on the bathroom floor after changing into his trunks. He wrapped a cold wash cloth around his hardon, managing to extract the steel that had only moments earlier been ready to impale his increasingly aggressive girlfriend. As he stood there, looking in the mirror, his right hand applying the cold, wet cloth to his cock, Ron attempted to think about how perverted it was for Amy to get so excited by him being teased and tormented by Beth, and especially her own mother. He thought if he concentrated on the demented nature of what they had been doing, he might be able to lessen the lustful urges coursing through his body. After his time with Beth on the beach, he knew Amy was playing with fire, and he didn”t want to risk something happening that she would ultimately regret, and likely blame on him. Ron especially wanted to steer clear of the situation Amy appeared to get the most excited about, which was tempting Ron with her own mother. Pam had been the object of Ron”s fantasies for months now, and while fantasizing about your girlfriend”s mom was one thing, the situations Amy had concocted so far on their trip was causing him to spend more time worrying about concealing his nearly perpetually swollen dick than having a relaxing and fun time with Amy.

He eventually joined the ladies for a quick lunch on their patio. Thankfully, Pam had pulled a modest cover-up over her bikini, but Beth and Amy didn”t see the need, and by the end of their lunch, Ron”s cock was once again ¾ erect and straining noticeably against his baggy shorts. He was actually grateful for the opportunity to decline their offer to go for an afternoon of shopping at the bazaar. It was so awkward to look both Beth and Pam in the face, after the events on the beach, that Ron looked forward to some time alone, time to think some more about everything that had happened so far.

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Pam enjoyed the afternoon with her friend and daughter, and much like Ron, glad to have some more time away from the seemingly irresistible sexual urges that seemed to invade her brain whenever he was near her. Her mind seemed to kept flashing back to the way his penis had, unknowingly to him, jutted out of his shorts during the car ride down to Miami, and the way she had been forced to grind her ass into his crotch on the plane, and most of all, the way she had felt spying on her own daughter, greedily kissing and sucking on his perfectly shaped, impossibly large penis. Even at lunch on the patio, the way Beth and Amy flitted around in their bikinis, Pam had noticed the unmistakable bulge in Ron”s shorts.

Shopping had been fun, free of those thoughts that spurned feelings of guilt, feelings that ultimately put up very little resistance to the lustful and erotic urges that inevitably would overtake her body.

As they entered their room, Pam saw Ron stretched out innocently on the bed, asleep, and she began to wonder if Beth would be right about Amy”s intentions to offer her as a forbidden stimulate to her well hung boyfriend. And if Beth was right, Pam asked herself if she would have the nerve to continue along with the delicious ideas Beth had conveyed to her for tormenting Ron in Amy”s absence.

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Ron awoke to the sound of the shower water running and the muffled voices of his sexy travel companions filtering through the bathroom door. For once, Ron had awakened without the need to hide a boner, straining to burst free from his gym shorts. He was relieved to not have to conceal his sizable erection as the bathroom door slowly swung open, and Amy”s head peered around the door jam.

Amy looked directly into Ron”s eyes, winked and flashed him a sly smile before turning back over her shoulder and saying, “It”s okay, he”s still asleep. And besides, it”s not like he”s going to see anything if he does wake up, I really don”t see what the big deal is.”

Pam knew that letting Ron peer into the bathroom while she got dressed was exactly the type of thing Beth had planned for her to tease Ron, but she did not intend to be so brazen with her own daughter standing next to her, if she would even do such a thing at all. If it had not been for the nearly unbearable heat and steam emanating from Beth”s shower, she would not have even considered allowing Amy to open the door.

“Okay, you win,” Pam relented, after making a feeble attempt to argue with her typically strong willed daughter. She had to admit that she was glad to allow some cool air to wash over her clammy body. “But at least go get me my bra an panties to put on, just in case.”

Ron was getting to the point that nothing Amy concocted surprised him anymore. Overhearing the conversation coming from the bathroom, he realized immediately that she was once again offering him a voyeuristic opportunity that he would be a fool to let pass by. He watched with great interest as Amy sauntered from the bathroom, clad only in a towel that was barely big enough to conceal both her bubbly ass and her perky breasts. She bypassed him, going directly to the dresser housing her mother”s lingerie. She offered a tantalizing view of her partially exposed ass as she rummaged through the drawer until she seemed to find what she was looking for, a lacy dark green bra with matching French cut panties.

Amy was already feeling that familiar pang of excitement building between her legs as she thought of Ron”s cock and the way it would be aching at the sight of her mom. She stopped by the bed, dropped the sexy undergarments across Ron”s bulging shorts, giving his boner the briefest squeeze, leaned over to Ron”s ear and whispered, “You will owe me for this later tonight.” Amy went to the closet just outside the bathroom, to retrieve her dress for the evening.

Ron watched as she slowly opened the door, noticing how the full length mirror hanging on the closet door redirected his gaze across the room, eventually allowing him to see directly into the bathroom. Amy stepped away from the closet, closer to Ron to confirm the angle of the mirror was, as she had tested earlier, just right to provide the view she intended. Satisfied, she dropped her towel, and quickly draped her frilly summer dress over her nude body, almost before Ron could redirect his gaze from the bathroom to comprehend her actions. Amy started to retrieve the panties and bra, when a wickedly good idea suddenly came to her. She deftly grabbed the leg opening of Ron”s shorts and pulled his nearly erect dick free, quickly grabbed the silky panties and wrapped them around his throbbing cock. She administered two quick strokes before Ron could even offer up a protest. She grabbed the equally sexy bra and turned to go rejoin her mother, leaving Ron”s cock swaying above his bunched up shorts.

Amy and Pam immediately picked up on some earlier conversation about her dad and his new girlfriend. Ron quickly lost interest in this conversation as Pam dropped her towel and began to put on the lacy green panties that Amy had only seconds earlier rubbed over his pulsing cock. The angle of the mirror allowed him a profile view as Pam bent at the waist and slowly tugged the panties up and over her toned, defined hips. He watched intently as she turned first left, then right, adjusting and admiring the snug fit the lacy silk provided her perfectly shaped ass. Her bare breasts were being offered to his eyes as well. Fighting the urge to reach down and stroke his cock, Ron continued to peek as Pam leaned forward and allowed the cups of the lacy bra to envelope her breasts. She adjusted her boobs within the bra, much like she had the panties.

Ron”s own lecherous thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his girlfriend”s voice. “Wow mom, I have never seen you with so much cleavage. You look great.”

“I know, this is that miracle bra I bought on my “woe is me” shopping spree at Victoria Secrets. It looks a little silly on me, huh?” Pam said, not so subtly fishing for the complement to confirm what she already knew……that her breasts look incredibly sexy in the snug bra.

At that moment, Beth shut off the water and pulled back the curtain, eager to contribute her own opinion to her friend, “Don”t be so damn silly, your tits look great and you know it. Put those puppies on display later and we won”t pay for a drink all night long.”

They all laughed, even as Pam responded, “Well, you know it”s not really my style to show so much cleavage, so this sexy bra will work its magic safely concealed beneath my dress tonight.”

Ron only vaguely paid attention as Beth set out to change Pam”s wardrobe for the evening, focusing his concentration on Beth as she slowly dried off her body, often pausing, unknowingly offering him an unobstructed view of her incredible physique as she argued with her friend about her planned attire. Ron could hardly believe that he had actually had sex with such a beautiful and sexy woman, especially in the unbelievable way in which it had happened. His mind drifted back to the way she had wrapped her lips around his trapped prick, deliberately coaxing the cum from his body.

His thoughts were broken when he saw Amy once again exit the bathroom, discreetly pushing the closet door closed to terminate his view of the bathroom. She looked directly at his bulging shorts, turned and said, “Ron”s awake now, maybe we should let him get showered and ready to go so we can make our reservations on time.”

“Amy. Hand me my dress please.” Pam said from behind the bathroom door.

Beth answered for Amy, “No way, I told you that you are going to wear one of my outfits tonight. Come on out here and you can try a couple on that I have in mind.” Beth not so discreetly winked at Amy as she attempted to lure Pam into the bedroom wearing only her panties and bra.

“Beth! You know I am not dressed. Now, Amy hand me my dress!” Pam said in the most demanding voice she had.

“Aw mom, if we let you get that dress on, you will never even try on Beth”s, and besides, you”ve been wearing bikinis smaller that your underwear in front of Ron. It”s not that big of a deal.” Amy responded to her mother.

“Amy!” Pam said, “I am not kidding around, get my dress.” Pam paused, wondering if Beth had indeed been right about Amy. Was she intentionally trying to get her to tease Ron. She felt a little jolt shoot through her body at the thought of Ron seeing her in only her bra and panties, especially the sexy set she was wearing now.

Beth interjected, “Pam, Ron is going to get in the shower when you come out anyway, just walk on out and he will walk on in. Besides, after hanging out on the beach with Amy and all those college girls today, you don”t care about seeing us old women in our bras, do you Ron?”

“Ah, sure, er…. I mean no. It”s, well you know, no big deal.” Ron stammered.

Pam hesitated for only a second, telling herself that the bra and panties really were bigger than some of her bikinis. Of course, her bikinis didn”t accentuate her cleavage the way this bra did, but….then she felt the jolt again, stronger this time, and decided to go for it, besides, how bad would it be to simply walk past Ron as he went past her to take a shower.

Ron was trying to will his cock down, but it was a losing battle, especially when he saw Pam tentatively step from behind the bathroom door. He told himself not to stare, but the way her boobs pressed together, with the lacy bra barely concealing her nipples, he couldn”t pull his eyes away. Even though it took Pam only a couple of seconds to scurry past him, it seemed like forever. He immediately felt foolish and embarrassed for so openly gawking at her, like the horny schoolboy that he was. He quickly slipped from the bed, taking care to keep his back to the women, and hurried into the bathroom.

Ron wanted to jerk off into his soapy hands, but given that he was told to be ready to catch their cab in 10 minutes, he opted for an ice cold shower instead. The cold water worked to deflate his erection, but had little effect on the lustful thoughts bouncing around in his brain. Only when he stepped from the shower and began to dry off did he realize that all his clothes were in the bedroom.

After summoning Amy, she handed him a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt. “Amy,” he whispered, “where”s my underwear?”

“That”s the new rule, I”m not wearing any, remember, so you can”t either. It will be fun, believe me. Now hurry up, we have to leave.” She said, then turned and left.

Not having any choice, he dressed quickly and joined the others out front to await their cab.

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Beth was quite please with herself for convincing Pam to wear a more daring ensemble. She didn”t get her in her sexiest outfit, but she never expected to do that, at least not yet. They had reached a nice compromise with a mid-thigh length skirt and a fairly snug, black silk blouse with a modestly scooped neckline that would provide only a hint of her bra-enhanced cleavage, unless she allowed herself to bend over. Beth wasn”t sure Pam really knew how much of her breasts could be seen in this manner, but was certain that given the height advantage Ron held over Pam, he would benefit throughout the night from the cut of her blouse.

Pam noticed the way Ron”s eyes kept dipping down to the valley between her breasts every time she leaned across the table during dinner. She tried to remain modest, but the blouse Beth had convinced her to wear seemed much more revealing now than it had back in the room. Beth kept the daiquiris flowing, and after finishing her second drink, over appetizers, Pam decided to do as her friend and daughter kept telling her, and quit being so uptight. If Ron was going to peer down her neckline, then so be it. Besides, Beth had indicated that she had a test planned for Amy and Ron tonight, to see how Amy would behave when given an opportunity to let Ron lust for her own mother. The rum was simply giving Pam the courage to start the test a little earlier, on her own terms.

After dinner, and a third daiquiri, Pam even agreed to Amy and Beth”s pleading to stop by the adjoining dance club. The club was not yet too crowded, and they easily found a table on one of the platforms in the back. It was a semi-circular booth situated so that everyone at the table had a view of the dance floor.

No sooner had they settled in than Beth headed to the bar. She quickly returned with four drinks. Pam, already buzzing from the drinks at dinner, gave in pretty easily and allowed Amy and Ron to have their own fruity, yet alcoholic concoction. Everyone was on their second round of drinks when the DJ played a song that was one of Amy”s favorites. She quickly grabbed Ron by the wrist and led him to the dance floor.

Almost immediately, two good looking, but obviously college aged boys, came to the table to ask for a dance. Beth quickly shut them down, wanting this time alone with Pam to push her further into her plans for teasing Ron.

“Beth…..why did you do that,” Pam said in her melodiously tipsy voice, “I feel like dancing!”

“Don”t worry, we”re going to dance, but don”t you want to know about the test for Amy that we decided I would come up with for tonight?”

Beth leaned in close to Pam in order to be heard over the pounding music without having to shout her deviant little plan across the table.

Pam listened intently, but at the same time her body began to respond ever so subtly to Beth”s words, and the way her voice vibrated next to her ear, while her hot breath washed across her earlobe and neck. Pam tried to block the tiny, yet unmistakable sexual twinge beginning to course through her body.

Once Beth pulled away, Pam said, “You can”t be serious. Do you really think Amy would let that happen? And even if she did, you don”t think I”d play along do you?”

Beth saw the goose flesh popping up across the exposed portion of Pam”s breasts as she leaned in closer. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I think Amy is brazen enough to do exactly what I said, if not more. And as for you, I may be wrong, and you don”t have to commit to anything right now, but just know the plan, and be thinking about how much fun it could be. I saw the way you let us coax you out of the bathroom today, to parade in front of Ron in your bra and panties. You and I both know that pretending it was no more sexy than one of your bikinis was pure bullshit, thrown out by Amy and latched onto by you. And I am willing to bet it made you hot, just like you got hot tonight knowing that Ron has been peeking at those luscious boobs of yours.”

As Beth finished her little speech, Pam followed her friend”s gaze down, to her substantial cleavage that was threatening to escape due to the way she was leaning over, against her own forearms. The sexy little tingle from earlier moved quickly down her body, until a warmth took hold of her sex and her face flushed with embarrassment, knowing the perverted path down which her body was coaxing her mind.

Beth gave her a sweet smile, saying, “You can”t really blame the boy, you know, you are one hot, sexy woman” and as Amy and Ron approached the table to rejoin them, she whispered, “just think about it for a while, ok? I”ll be right back.” And with that Beth slid from behind the table and headed, once again, to the bar.

“Here mom, show Ron how it”s done.” Amy said, offering her boyfriend”s hand to her mother. “Besides, I have to go to the rest room.” Amy turned and left, even as Pam began to scoot from the booth.

Ron”s cock was half hard from his dance with Amy. She had ground her gyrating ass against him most of the song, and when she did turn to face him, she had repeatedly reached down to briefly stroke his throbbing dick through the thin, loose fitting pants she had forced him to wear commando style. Even though he”d love to watch Pam shake it on the dance floor, he was relieved when she stood next to him and said she”d want a dance later, but for now she had to join Amy in the ladies room.

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Ron allowed his eyes to follow Pam”s exquisite ass as she strode to the other side of the club, to the ladies room. His lustful thoughts interrupted by the sound of Beth”s soft voice, whispering in his ear, “Enjoying the view?” she said with a lilting giggle.

“Uh, no, I er, I mean I was only looking at, …..oh, nevermind, yeah, I was enjoying the view.” Ron stumbled through his confession. He realized that he had not been able to privately speak with Beth since the beach episode, but given what they had done together, or more specifically, what Beth had done to him, it seemed silly to deny leering after Pam”s ass.

“Here, take your drink and sit down, we need to talk before Amy and Pam get back.” Beth spoke, now in a somewhat serious tone. She had spent the entire time earlier in the shower thinking about the best way to approach Ron about their beach encounter. She thought she had a general feel for the best way to continue to fuck with his mind, and now seemed like a good time to begin.

Ron slid around the booth, closely followed by the woman he had actually had sex with only hours earlier. Nervousness immediately consumed him as Ron tried to find the courage to let Beth know that his feelings for Amy were too pure to ever have a repeat session. As much as part of him wanted to throw Beth across the table and slide his cock into her, he knew that his commitment to Amy meant he had to suppress those lustful yearnings.

Beth had chosen to wear a pink halter top, that was thin enough to only moderately conceal her braless nipples, was tight enough to accentuate her curvy figure, and short enough to allow her belly button to peak through when she moved in just the right manner. As expected, Ron had not so discreetly been stealing glances her way all night. Of course, as was her vacation rule, she was pantyless beneath the matching pink skirt. She stretched her firm body while scooting across the seat, until she saw Ron”s gaze dip down to her boobs and then to her increasingly exposed, tanned and toned legs, then she began to speak.

“Wow, this is a little awkward, huh?” Beth began, shifting her body slightly and pulling her left knee up, closer to Ron, her skirt quickly rising up to reveal more of her sleek thighs.

“Yeah, uh, I guess so.” Ron responded, even as he was trying to will his eyes away from the tempting allure of Beth”s sexy legs. He took a deep gulp of the strawberry flavored drink Beth had brought him as she continued.

“Well, I have wanted to talk to you about earlier, you know, on the beach, but I haven”t had the chance until now. You realize how wrong it was, what we did, don”t you?” she said, studying Ron”s face closely for reaction to her statement. There appeared to be both relief and disappointment conveyed in his expression, even before he spoke.

“Oh, believe me, I know, I mean, I felt so guilty having to lie to Amy this afternoon, and with her leaving tomorrow to go with her dad, I wasn”t sure….well you know, how things would be when she left.”

“Now Ron, do you mean to say that you were afraid I would be chasing you around the island, forcing you to fuck me the entire time Amy was gone?” Beth interjected, intentionally throwing in the word “fuck” to mess with him a little.

“No, I didn”t really think, well, you know, I wasn”t sure, especially after the things you and Pam talked about while you were, I mean, while we, um…..you know, when you were……”

“When I was fucking that gorgeous cock of yours jutting up from the sand, right under Pam”s nose, is that when you mean?” Beth said, leaning just a little closer to him as she spoke.

Ron felt his face turning crimson, “Yeah, that”s ah, what I meant.” Hearing Beth talk so graphically was making his dick grow and thicken in his pants, forcing his cock to expand down the slightly loose fitting material over his thighs.

“Oh honey, I guess you must have misunderstood a little. I was just saying that stuff to give me an excuse to squirm around on your prick. It was throbbing and jerking inside me so much that I couldn”t stand to be still any longer. That”s why I was talking to Pam about teasing you and masturbating, so I could pretend to be fucking you, well, even though I really was getting off on you for real, you know what I mean.” Satisfied that she had pushed things far enough, Beth redirected her effort to screw with Ron”s untested psyche, and changed course.

“I am sorry to be so graphic, I get a little excited thinking back to the beach, but like I said before, I was wrong for doing what I did, and I don”t want you to worry about me making any advances toward you. I think we should just forget about what happened on the beach, ok?” Beth finished, giving Ron her sweetest, most innocent ook.

“Sure, I mean, I appreciate you agreeing to act like nothing happened.” Ron responded, mostly relieved, but still somewhat disappointed to know he would not get to experience those incredible feelings he had when Beth slowly rocked up and down on his cock.

“Now, I can”t speak for Pam, you heard the things she said about you. It seems she”s quite obsessed with what you are packing around between your legs here,” Beth said, while gently tapping her left hand on Ron”s thigh.

Beth”s hand remained on Ron”s thigh, as his cock grew still harder and longer, down the inseam of Ron”s pants, forming an unmistakable bulge only inches from her fingers. Ron looked up toward where Amy and Pam had gone to the restroom, anticipating their return. Instead, he saw them on the dance floor, dancing with each other, but with an attentive audience of college guys admiring the way they moved their bodies to the pounding beat of the Reggae music.

“Don”t worry about them, they”re having fun, and we still have some time to finish our talk. Pam really has an amazing body, doesn”t she? And the way that bra is making her cleavage just scream to be ogled, pretty sexy if I do say so myself.” Beth said in response to the object of Ron”s attention. “I bet you”d like to see her naked as much as she wants to see your cock up close and personal, huh?” Beth said, eager to redirect the conversation once again to more suggestive dialogue.

“Um, I don”t know, you know, she is Amy”s mom and all.” Ron lied, nervous about Beth”s hand still lightly resting on his leg, and about the direction she was taking their conversation.

“Now don”t get me wrong, Pam would never do anything with you like I did on the beach, I was weak, a little buzzed from bloody marys, and well, just awfully damned horny. Pam is stronger than me, but I do believe she might be planning on some mild cock teasing for you. That whole thing about you two in the backseat, and then on the plane really got her all worked up over your prick. As a longtime prick teaser myself, I understand why she”d love to know she was making you get a hardon for her, but, if you acted like you were onto to her actions, or tried to respond in some way, she”d turn and run like you had the plague.” Beth said, glad to work into their conversation one of the few preplanned topics she wanted to get across to Ron. She had to work things so that Ron would never let on that he suspected Pam of intentionally teasing him, and she”d have to convince Pam that Ron is so shy, nervous, and naïve, that not only would he not respond to her actions, but that he would not even suspect her of intentionally tempting him.

“You play things right with Pam, and she might “accidentally” give you an opportunity to see some of her sexy body. Oh, but wait, I forgot, you already spied on sweet little Pam when you hid in the bathroom closet our first night here, didn”t you?” Beth continued, before Ron could answer, “Don”t worry about it, we all have our sneaky peeping secrets, I mean, I actually watched you rubbing my panties all over your rock hard prick later that same night, so we are a couple of voyeurs I guess.”

Ron could barely believe the things Beth was saying to him, and he couldn”t wait to hear more about her peeping on him, but as she finished speaking, the waitress came with yet another round of drinks. To Ron”s relief, Beth removed her hand to get money from her purse, but when she leaned across Ron to give the girl her money, her hand went back to Ron”s thigh, and “accidentally” slid over until her fingers met resistance from the steel like shaft of his penis.

“Oh my, oh my goodness, have I done this to you, just talking about how we must refrain from any sexual shenanigans?” Beth asked, not removing her hand, and knowing full well what she was doing to young Ron.

“Yeah, and I”ve been like this more often than not so far on this trip. It”s kinda embarrassing trying to keep everyone from noticing.” Ron said. Beth”s hand was still there, perfectly still and resting lightly on his shaft, her index finger less than an inch from his throbbing dick head.

“I understand, I mean if I had something that big protrude out from my body every time I got horny, I”d never be able to leave the house.” Beth laughed, “I mean, my nipples are a dead give away, but I kind of like the attention they command.” Beth said, directing Ron”s eyes downward to her pink halter with the quick dip of her head as she spoke.

If Beth was telling the truth about her nipples gauging her level of horniness, then she must be almost as horny as me, Ron thought. Her nipples were straining to break free of the sexy pink material tightly encasing her breasts. Ron allowed his eyes to wander further down her body, noticing how her skirt had ridden further up to expose even more thigh. A few more inches and he”d be able to see her panties. Then Ron remembered what she had said that first night, while he was peeping from the closet, Beth never wore panties or bras on vacation. He knew he was only inches away from benefiting from her vacation rule, the same rule Amy was now adhering to, and has forced upon him earlier this evening.

“You see, this is what is so hard, hehe, no pun intended,” Beth giggled, as her fingers remained unmoving on Ron”s very hard cock, “so hard about having a line that mustn”t be crossed. I mean, after having your beautiful cock in my mouth and pussy earlier today, and now, feeling it pulsing beneath my fingers, I”d like nothing better than to give it a few strokes, kinda like this,” Beth said softly as she allowed her fingers to wrap firmly over the bulge in Ron”s pants, and trace up then back, up and back before stopping to rest, motionless once again in their original position. “But that would be so wrong, especially after we agreed to forget about earlier today, don”t you agree?”

Ron”s breath was sporadic now, “Yeah, would be wrong.” He stammered while squirming beneath Beth”s talented fingers. He knew he should break free from her grasp, but he just couldn”t, besides, as hard as his cock was now, even in the dimly lit club, it”d be difficult to conceal if he left the booth.

“If the line wasn”t there, you know, the line we can”t cross, I”d have a tough time resisting the temptation to pull your big fat cock from through your zipper and then sliding down under this table cloth and giving you a sexy blowjob.” Beth continued to not only mess with Ron, but to make herself hornier by the second. Her fingers resumed their path up and down Ron”s cock, “Can you imagine how much fun it would be for me to be sucking your dick when that cute little Bahamian waitress came back to the table. I bet she”d stand there and watch, do you think?”

Ron, his mouth now parched, was unable to respond other than to utter a tiny groan and to thrust his hips upward slightly, offering himself completely to Beth”s hand.

Satisfied that she had completely reeled Ron in, Beth removed her hand as if Ron”s pants were on fire, and said “I just have to tell myself that you, and your cock are off limits. It is just plain wrong. I am so sorry Ron, I got carried away again. It is the combination of the alcohol, our conversation, and remembering the way your lovely prick looked and felt just a few hours ago. Please forgive me.”

Before Ron could even attempt to answer, Beth said, “Oh look, here comes Amy and her mom. Let”s just forget about this little setback, okay? I promise you can trust me from now on out. It”s Pam you should be paying attention to.”

Beth was most satisfied with her ability to completely mind-fuck Ron, even though she was making herself crazy at the same time. She was fairly certain that she”d be able to manipulate him into some deliciously tempting situations in Amy”s absence over the coming days.

Ron, as had been the case for most of the trip, was surrounded by the three sexy ladies with his steel hard cock throbbing, barely concealed beneath the thin material of his pants. As Amy pulled his from his seat, and to the dance floor, he wondered how he”d be able to withstand the temptation of being alone with Pam and Beth while Amy was away.

More to come……