Resort Slut

CHAPTER 5: RESORT SLUT

The buildings with guest rooms were two 'L' shaped buildings laid out to enclose the pool and spa area. The one side not enclosed was open to the beach. The buildings had interior hallways with rooms on both sides. Obviously, the rooms facing the pool were the most desired and also the more expensive. The rooms opposite the pool area faced groomed green areas and natural foliage. The room I was given was at the corner of the 'L' which made it a strangely shaped room but also larger than most. The shape made the furniture arrangement awkward but as I emptied boxes and decided what would remain in boxes in storage, I was making it work.

The closet and dresser under the TV contained about half the clothes I had on campus. The rest would go to storage. On a daily basis I wouldn't need any clothes but excursions off the resort to nearby islands certainly would. Don had located a two-shelf bookcase for me which was full of my textbooks and novels. My laptop was on the little desk but I put the printer on the shelf in the closet. I was actually thinking about the future when I believed the resort stabilized me that I could take some on-line courses to continue my degree program. That was the future, though.

A knock on the door. Not that I was expecting anyone but there were a few people who knew I was here. I opened the door naked, of course, to find Thomas. I smiled, gave him a hug, and stepped back to encourage him to come in.

"Wow," he said while scanning the room, "you're making this look like your own. These two corner rooms are usually empty because they are awkward but you've done interesting things." He noticed the chair in the tight corner where I would read. The other tight corner was empty but I envisioned something artsy hanging or a full fern. I'll be here for a while. I have time to find what I liked.

He came up behind me and placed his hands on my bare shoulders. He didn't make any aggressive moves but rubbed down and up on my arms. I turned to face him and looked up.

"Did you come because ..." I asked softly.

He nodded. "Partly. I also wanted to see how you were doing unpacking." He gazed at me before pulling me into a hug, his hands holding me and stroking my back. "You have friends here who care about you, Beth."

I nodded against his chest. "Thank you. Yes ... Margaret was here earlier," I replied.

He separated us a bit and looked curiously at me. "Margaret?" I nodded. What, I asked. He smiled, "Margaret is bi-sexual."

My eyes opened wide. "Margaret?" He nodded with a smile on his face. Helen, her assistant, too, apparently. "I never ... I've never ..."

I looked back up at him, breaking my musing about Margaret and bi-sexuality. "Do you have ... uhm ... a few minutes, Thomas?"

He smiled, "More than a few minutes," he replied as he fondled a breast.

I pulled his polo shirt from his shorts and moved it up his body. I stopped midway to kiss his chest and his hands were opening his shorts as he kicked his slip-on shoes off. With his shirt off and him stepping out of the tangle of shorts and boxers, I pulled the cover on the bed to the foot exposing the bottom sheet.

"How do you want ..." I began but he patted the center of the queen-sized bed. I scrambled and lay on my back. He followed me and grasped my legs, raised them, pushed them back toward me. I grasped my knees and he spread them wide. God, I thought as I watched him approach, this is so totally obscene as he lowered his mouth to my fully displayed pussy. The first touch of his lips and tongue to my pussy sent a shiver thought me. "You don't need to get me ready," I uttered.

Without taking his lips from my pussy, he uttered, "I know ... you're always wet and ready, but ... I like your taste." I gasped and moaned when his lips captured my clit and he began sucking on it as a finger entered my needy pussy. "I was wondering," he mused softly with his lips brushing my pussy lips as he did, "is your g-spot more sensitive now, too?"

"Oooooo ... oh God ... I ... I never knew ... about it ... before you ..." I gasped.

"I want to try something," he said as he put his thumb on my clit.

I gasped, "Anything. Oh ... yessss ... whatever you want ..."

With his thumb wiggling on my clit, he finger re-entered my pussy and bent up to stroke over my inside when ... "Fuck!" I cried out. "OH ... MY ... GOD!"

His finger found the nub that was my g-spot and squeezed the two together and began mashing them. My hips bucked as he relentlessly tormented the two nobs that served no other purpose than to create pleasure. He released both and I gasped and moaned but his lips recaptured my pussy lips as he sucked at my hole. Oh fuck, I thought, is he actually sucking my juice out?!? I cried out again as a finger entered my asshole. That was all the more stimulation my body needed as I jerked my hips in orgasm. He continued sucking at my hole while finger fucking my asshole.

I released my legs but he licked at my pussy a few more times. I raised my head to gaze down at him past heaving breasts to find his juice-slick lips. He smiled back at me. He looked at my pussy inches from him, "Sometime I am going to take a video of your pussy winking when you orgasm." He smiled at me. My head fell back onto the bed. He can do anything he wants, I thought. That wasn't even his cock.

Now he was kissing his way up my body and at the same time that his lips covered with my juice kissed my lips, his cock bumped my pussy. "Oh, yes, Thomas," I sighed into his mouth. "Now it's your turn."

He didn't even use his hands, he merely raised and lowered and shifted his hips as we kissed. Bump, bump, and then penetration. I gasped, as usual with his big cock. His cock parted my pussy and spread me inside as he pressed deeper. I used my muscles around his cock and he sighed as my pussy became tighter around him as he continued pressing deeper and deeper. When he does it slow, it feels like forever that his cock sinks into me.

Once fully in me, he pulled back and thrust back in. I groaned as his cock jammed against the top of my pussy. His thrusts become more powerful but still contained. It was clear to me that he isn't looking for a fast climax. His thrusts, though, were long and strong. My hips rose to meet his thrust and long moans and sighs escaped my mouth.

It's all amazing and then he is rolling us and I am on top. I shift my knees under me and begin bouncing on his cock. I bounce without concern that I might pull off his 12-inch cock which sets my breast into wild motion on my chest. For a long time he just watches me and my breasts dance before his eyes. When he finally grasps them, pulling and twisting the nipples, and generally mauling my mounds, it all sends shivers of new thrills through my body.

Once, again, he turned us over but this time he is pulling out of me. He moves me onto my knees and I scramble to get my hands underneath me as he plows back into my pussy from behind. The thrust is so strong I am nearly pushed off balance but shift my hands slightly in front to counter this welcome attack. I cry out as he continues to pummel me with his cock. When another orgasm overtakes me, I feel his cum filling my pussy.

* * * *

"Excuse me," I gently announced as I stood next to a young black man reclined on a lounger on the beach. He was lying on his stomach with his eyes closed. If he was asleep, I didn't want to wake him. I stood over him with a floppy sun hat, sunglasses, and beach bag containing my wrap, sunscreen, water, and a paperback. When he turned his upper body and head, he was looking right up my body. I had my legs slightly parted to add to the view. This was a complete stranger and I was being the most brazen I had ever been. "Do you know if this lounger is taken?" I asked when our eyes met, which was after a few moments it took his eyes to travel up my naked body.

He shook his head and turned to sit on the edge of his lounger. He was naked and his soft cock ... yes, I checked it out too ... appeared average. I admit that after fucking my first three black men and having them each be 10 or 12-inches, I was beginning to wonder if all black men could be so endowed. Obviously, they weren't.

As he sat facing me, he appeared young like me and maybe just shy of six feet tall. "Do you want it moved?" he blurted out. "I'll help, if you want," he added clearly trying to hold my attention.

Being normally somewhat reserved and lacking experience in being the aggressor with men, doing so now with the intention of attracting fucks was intimidating but I was determined. I giggled, "No, I think I it is fine where it is." That being about four feet from his which was about twenty feet from the water edge. I dropped my beach bag and spread a resort beach towel on the lounger and then turned to him after bending over with my butt toward him and my feet parted. "If you want to help, though," I started shyly, "it is really hard to get you back covered with sunscreen, so ..."

He bounced up, "I'd be happy to," he responded with eager enthusiasm.

I handed him the tube of sunscreen the resort recommended (a product being developed that allowed tanning while still preventing the cancerous effects of the sun) and lay on the lounger after lowering the back. He sat on the edge and started with my arms. I pulled my long hair away as he worked the cream into my neck and shoulders as he move to the other arm. He worked his way down my back with almost massaging action but as he reached my lower back, he paused and moved off the edge to the foot to cover and massage my legs. This was more than merely covering my skin as he kneaded my calf on my left leg and worked his way up that thigh. I sucked in a breath as he worked his way up my thigh, pausing to apply more cream, until his hand bumped my pussy. As he worked the inside of my thigh, I had parted my legs more until that foot was hanging off the edge of the lounger. Then, he worked the other calf and thigh, again my leg opening.

With his hands at the top of my right thigh, one hand on the inside on my pussy, he paused as if checking my resistance ... or, in this case, none. He dropped more sunscreen on each of my butt cheeks and firmly massaged it in with fingers sliding between the cheeks, over my asshole and down further to my pussy.

I was quietly muffling moans of pleasure and sucked in several breaths to gather myself and turned my head. "Would you," I began with as much calmness as I could muster, "consider doing my front, too?"

He was kneeling on the foot of the lounger between my spread legs. I had to strain to turn enough to see his response. He froze. His hands stopped and if I didn't know better I would have thought he stopped breathing. There were some men who were very confident and bold as guests at the resort. He wasn't one of the them.

"Your ... uhm ... front?" he asked. I nodded and turned more onto my side, as much as I could with him between my legs. "Uhm ... yeah ... I guess ... no, I mean, yes, of course," he quickly rebounded. I smiled at him. This just might work, I thought.

He moved back to give me room to turn. He stared down at me. Me, I was trying to be discrete as I gazed at his cock. He wasn't big but it was growing as he looked at me. Sensing that, perhaps, he began applying sunscreen to my legs. In so doing, he once again used his massaging pressure to move my legs wider. By the time he had both legs stroked and covered with lotion, his fingers were grazing my pussy and I would have been amazed if he didn't recognize the wetness of my pussy showing there. He shifted with his knees forward which forced my legs even further apart. He used long, smooth strokes up my body, between my breasts, and finally over them. After working my breasts thoroughly, he slid his hands back down my stomach to my mound. He was gaining confidence. He slid fingers over the sides of my pussy and watching my reaction. Seeing my mouth open and a long sigh escape, he became bolder and slid fingers directly over my pussy.

I moaned while watching him. He saw my eyes on him and his instinct was to pull his hands away. "I think," I said looking direct in his eyes, "it is my turn to make sure you are covered."

He back off and moved to his lounger and lay on his stomach as I guessed. I made quick work of covering his back and legs, then patted the side of his hip for him to turn over. He hesitated and when he did turn over I saw his cock had hardened, which pleased me immensely. He watched me as I gazed down at his hard cock but my smile relaxed him. I began on his legs and quickly worked my way up his thighs, paying as much attention to the insides as he had done on me. When I reached the top of his thighs, I was sure to bump into his ball sack, eliciting a soft gasp from him. I then shifted to his shoulders, arms, and chest. He was watching me with nervous anticipation and perhaps hope.

My knees were outside his legs which spread my pussy and it wasn't lost on him. I sat back and stroked his hips on each side and slowly worked my hands to the center until my hands covered his cock and my fingers wrapping around it, I stroked. This time his gasp was joined by a deep moan.

I began stroking up his body, again. My knees moving forward as I did until my pussy was over his hard cock. As I caressed his chest, my hips moved forward and back, my pussy lips parted on his cock as I slid over it. His eyes shut and mouth open and a steady stream of sounds escaping.

I leaned forward, "I made sure to apply plenty of lotion to your cock. You know why?" I teased. He shook his head. "You were so thoughtful to thoroughly coat the outside of my pussy, but maybe I need some on the inside, too."

His eyes opened and he stared at me. I slid further up and reached behind me to grasp and guide his cock as I leaned back slightly. When I penetrated myself on his cock, we both moaned without inhibition. Moaned loud enough that other guests around us had to hear.

I sat upright and slowly raised up before driving my hips down over his cock. "Oh ... fuck," he exclaimed.

"Exactly," I said while smiling at him. "Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

He chuckled and lifted his hips to meet my downward thrust. "Sam," he replied.

"Good to meet you, Sam. I'm Beth," I said with a giggle.

We were drawing attention on the beach but most of the people gathering were behind me and I tried to ignore the one in my peripheral view. I hadn't thought through what others on the beach might do and I guess part of public sex becomes a voyeuristic activity, too. And, after I thought about it that way, having spectators became a new turn-on.

The orgasms Thomas had given me earlier meant I wasn't as desperate and lasted longer myself. When I felt his cock jerk and swell inside me as I squeezed around him, I used my fingers on my clit to match his climax.

I collapsed on top of him, his cock still in me but it wouldn't be for long as it softened. I kissed him on the lips, "Thank you, Sam, that really felt good," I whispered. He had a very pleased look on his face.

* * * *

I dropped my beach bag at the Beach Services shack where they tagged it against my bracelet. My first real day alone at the resort, I wanted to walk the beach and explore more of the guest areas. As I walked just inside the water line, I couldn't help musing about my situation and not just condition the drug study left me in. I was a single young woman naked on a hot, sandy beach with completely clear, blue sky and light ocean breeze caressing my skin. I would never have thought I would be here for even a short stay much less what will be an extended experience ... very likely a couple years. And, everywhere I found people, at least resort guests, there was bare skin. Although many women wore bikini bottoms while bare breasted and many men wore skimpy Speedo suits, there were many that were fully naked like me.

While I found myself noticing the size, shape of breasts and how they jiggled base on size, it was judging a woman's age by how much her breasts sagged that was also intriguing. Maybe it was intriguing because I was young and still firm. But, it was the men who obviously attracted most of my attention. There were men with their wives who had small, little penises that barely bounced. Then, there were the men, very often young, black men displaying larger cocks that swayed as they walked. Oh, yes, I was attracted. Few were really big like Don and very few that I saw were like Thomas. Perhaps I should have been ashamed to categorize men that way since us women object to men categorizing us by breast size or our figures.

Things were different now. I was different now. My life was different now. Now, I needed a regular diet of orgasms. So, yes, I mused, was it any wonder that penises and cocks attracted my attention? Penises and cocks. Yes, I categorized them that way, too. Every man had a penis, but not every penis was a cock. Size did matter.

I stopped and looked back. I had gone quite a ways. The sun was hot and the air humid. The ever present breeze off the ocean was pleasant but a sheen of perspiration was still forming over my body. I looked to the water and saw several others who had also ventured away from the main beach. I turned into the water until it was waist deep and I plunged into it. Coming up, I began stroking out into deeper water, stopped after a short swim, and considered where I was while easily treading water. I didn't want to go too far out so I turned and began swimming in the general direction back toward the main beach rather than away from it.

I found a comfortable rhythm and enjoying the feel of the water on my naked body, the sun overhead, and the small waves that didn't really interfere with getting a breath. On turning my head to get a breath, I checked my position relative to the beach. After taking a breath and turning my head back into the water, I bumped into something ... someone.

It was such a surprise that I gasped in a mouth of water. I stopped swimming to tread water, coughing and sputtering. "Sorry," I sputtered and coughed as I focused on the black man in front of me. "I didn't see you. I thought I was out here by myself." I continued to cough after taking in the water.

He turned on his side and gently pulled me with him as he managed to move toward shore. He stopped and seemed stable so I relaxed thinking I could touch the bottom but instead went underwater and bounced back up sputtering, again.

He chuckled and grabbed me, pulling me into an embrace. My arm went around his neck as my body settled against his. I might be one of the shortest people here, why did I think I could touch just because he could?

"Thank you," I coughed, again. "I ... I wasn't paying attention, I guess." My body had settled next to his, my arm around his neck and his arm around my back. The combination pulled my against him, my breasts flattened against his chest. When my breathing recovered, I noticed something else. He was also naked and I didn't mean just his upper body.

"You are welcome," he responded, "but I may have been as much responsible. I'm not much of a swimmer. I was just treading water out there. I saw you coming and that you were blind to where I was but I couldn't get out of the way fast enough." Our eyes were connecting and our bodies were tight. His shoulders were just out of the water and he moved a bit further toward the shore. "Hang on," he said, "I'll move closer to shore."

Our eyes didn't leave each other's as I wrapped both arms around him and raised my legs to wrap around his waist. His foot slipped on the sandy bottom and he stopped to regain his footing. It was slow going and the extra resistance of our combined bodies made it more so.

"My name is Beth, by the way," I softly offered.

"He stopped again when his shoulders and part of his chest were out of the water. "Tony," he responded. He was holding me firmly and that allowed my grip around his neck to slacken. My legs around his waist wasn't really aiding in my support much.