The Total Woman Excursions beachside was pure white sand, lapped by leisurely waves of the clear blue sea. The scarab speed boat was anchored offshore. Somer was accompanied by his three host guides of the resort: Julie, Agnes and Stephanie. The topless snorkelers plunged the coral depths in search of aquatic flora and fauna.
There were many to behold. The reef glimmered with neon colors and exotic shapes. Large and small fish circled, crisscrossed and skittered around them. Somer floated inert among the displays. At times, one of the host guides waggled her chest as she swam by below him. He was at peace.
An hour later, he was climbing the back of the scarab speed boat. His three wet snorkel-mates were already aboard and drying themselves with towels and sunshine. The sun was descending. When Somer was aboard, they revved up and coasted towards the dock.
The topless crew brought her in and tied her up. The resort staff had delivered a catered dinner to the dockside. The rear deck of the boat became the dining room. The guest and his host guide crew supped on a seafood feast with champagne and wine. The meal was accompanied by laughter and gests, everyone in a jolly mood. Finally the talk turned to plans for the evening. There were no illusions or doubts that tonight Somer was going to be fucked within an inch of his natural life. It wasn't if or whether, it was how and when. The women wanted to know what Somer required and in what manner he required it.
Somer contemplated his time with Julie and the picnic games. She had been thoughtfully aware of his desire for another companion besides herself and readily made the necessary arrangements. Her blowjob had been very good. The swap she had arranged with the other blonde host guide was truly wonderful. But Somer remembered how Julie looked a bit roughed up when returning from her round with the blonde's assigned guest. Somer wondered if he could get some more out of her by that route.
Somer remembered the group sex with the losers of Agnes and her team-mate Audrey's beach volleyball tournament. The winning Agnes and Audrey y had watched him frolic with the losers and had each received their own orgasmic trophies. The night was wonderful and the positions extensive. What more could Agnes provide in personal services?
Last, but certainly never least, was buxom Stephanie. She was a loner in this group. Her strong body had wrenched cum out of Somer three different ways. He had some performance anxiety about keeping up with her marathon sessions but craved using her body again for his pleasure.
Somer shared these thoughts with the group and they openly discussed the ways and means to achieve the culmination of his visit to the resort. At last, plans were laid, leaving certain details to the creativity of the host guides. The women went ashore to make arrangements and gather resources. Somer retired to the cabin, lay on the bunk, with the waves swaying the moored boat as he dozed in a twilight rest.
Somer awoke when the cabin hatch opened and the moonlight streamed past a topless Stephanie. She was wearing her swim thong and heels. Her boobs danced as she stooped through the hatch, reaching back to latch it and walked to the bed. Somer became more alert as she knelt and swept off his swim shorts. She rose again and laid her breasts across his groin, straddling his soft cock in her hanging cleavage. The rocking motion of the boat began the friction but Stephanie was not lax in adding her own efforts.
Somer put his hands under his pillow and adjusted his head to a comfortable watching point of view. Stephanie paused occasionally to lick his lengthening length, adding saliva as lubrication. Somer liked the feel of her nipples grazing the skin between his legs and groin. Her stiff nubs disclosed that she liked it too.
Stephanie placed her hands either side of her soft flesh and captured Somer's now stiff shaft in a warm skin tunnel. Her strokes lengthened. She pecked at the tip but as he grew, she gave full kisses and then took the available knob past her lips. Her oral and boob contact with Somer's tool got his motor running.
Stephanie rose up and released his shaft from her cleavage, angled the rod up and put her mouth down, as far down as she could. She paused at bottom, made swallowing contractions on his tip and slowly drew back up. She swept her hair aside and looked at his face. Somer's mouth was open, not so much in surprise, as in awe. Stephanie smiled around the meat in her mouth. Her tongue tip painted the tube, little fluttering strokes. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and pushed down all the way again. Her throat swallowed the tip and her tongue rubbed the shaft. Somer leaned his head back and moaned. Where Stephanie's cunt had been tight and undulating, this orifice with its sucking and swallowing was even better.
Stephanie held the shaft deep, not stroking, just using her oral muscles as she had her cunt muscles to milk Somer's cum out. He wasn't giving in yet; he wanted to see how long he could last under her expert slurping. Somer admired her efforts but wanted the sensations to last. But alas, he couldn't hold out. Somer popped his cork deep in Stephanie's throat. She felt the flow and backed off to capture it in her mouth, tongue wagging beneath the rim and crown. Somer wanted to blame it on the all-day stimulation of topless snorkeling and dining. But he knew that Stephanie was so accomplished at her task that he had no chance of withstanding her onslaught.
Somer's breathing settled down. He had his first cum of the evening behind him. Stephanie rose, tilted back and swallowed, forgoing a kiss and left by the hatchway.
Somer lay quiet. The boat rolled a bit as Stephanie disembarked and his next session boarded. A naked Agnes entered the cabin. She was followed by a nude Audrey.
"I hope you don't mind. Audrey wanted to come along and experience some of what she saw you do on the beach volleyball bleachers that day. Is that okay with you?"
