DEBY
Vern drove us down from the mountains in the morning coolness in complete silence, none of us feeling particularly chatty after the previous evenings events. I was barely out of that vehicle when Norman pushed me into another and we were off to a marina and on to his very large, Bertram motor launch. Outside the breakwater he opened the throttles and the noise of the diesels became a faint whistle behind us as we planned smoothly across the flat sea, our destination an island in the haze of the horizon.
Ronnie and Rob emerged from below, she in a gold, stretch, thong monokini and he in blue, lycra Speedo bathers. A few minutes later another, younger couple came up, then a somewhat older one. These were Zac and Tina and Ned and Stephanie respectively, the older woman being an academic in a natural science and the younger guy her offsider. They were guests of Norm's friend who'd discovered a new type of reef denizen and had gone on ahead to ensure an early start to diving.
Following Ronnie's lead, Stephanie removed her t-shirt dress to display a fine set of slightly freckled, tanned tits and buttocks. She was of similar age to Ronnie and as well preserved; obviously still attractive to younger men if their glances were any guide, although she gave no sign that she was aware of it. Tina kept her boobs covered, as I did after having gone below to change into my gold g-string and t-shirt.
Eventually we sailed into a sheltered bay where we found two, big sailing yachts tied together at anchor. Norm manoeuvered his even bigger motor boat forward of their position, dropped two anchors about twenty metres apart to then slide astern and tie up on the seaward side of the other boats to form a large raft which maintained position because of the pattern of their four anchors.
There was only one couple aboard one of the other boats, both nude and tanned to a deep mahogany colour, the bloke having a normal and a skinny, atrophied leg as if he'd suffered polio at some stage. They had an inflatable dinghy laden with diving gear moored astern and everybody, except Tina, Dan and I, hopped into it as Norm took them away around the end of the bay.
Dan, who owned the yacht alongside, had shaggy, curly black hair streaked with a few grey ones and was a lovely man. He showed Tina and I how to use the snorkelling gear before we hung off the stern boarding platform to view the submarine world below. Gaining in confidence we swam around the moored boats, then out to the coral reef to marvel at the variety of life and hues of all those animals. Eventually Tina indicated that she was going back to the boats, but being fascinated by the sights, I continued swimming around.
In due course I climbed back aboard Norm's boat to hear the very familiar sounds of sexual congress and peeped next door to discover Tina's ample bottom rotating furiously over Dan's slim hips as she gasped and groaned emotionly. I quietly sipped some orange juice before removing my top and slipping back over the side to continue snorkelling.
I heard an outboard motor and looked up to see Norm returning, but when I got back to the boats I found only Dan in attendance. I removed my g-stringand wrung it out before climbing into the cockpit of his yacht and toweling myself.
"Drink?" he offered.
"Yes please," I answered, "a soft drink, if you have one."
He came back and handed me a sweet orange Fanta and sat opposite me where I couldn't help but notice his cock slowly rising to full erection while he looked at me. Not only did it make me feel wanted, it does a girl's ego no end of good to watch a dick hardening over herself, but after all that had transpired I was then ready for a bit of in and out again.
"Is that as a result of something I did or said?" I asked playfully while staring pointedly at his stiff cock.
"Just being here and looking so delectable," he murmured. "Lovely ladies always make me feel like this."
I rose and stepped across the cockpit, kneeling astride and facing him as I sank down in his lap to engulf his cock in my wet cunt, pressing my boobs to his chest as we kissed deeply. Clamping my vagina around his stiff penis made him thrill in a way which testified to its not having been affected in any way by the disease which had withered his leg. I gripped the coaming to his rear to raise and lower my bottom and slide his penis in and out of my welling pussy in the rhythm of love as he cupped my pumping buttocks in his gentle hands.
"Ooooh ye-esss!" he breathed hotly into my ear. "Oooh gawd!"
"Mmmmm," I agreed softly. "That really is nice to have inside one."
Because of his recent efforts we enjoyed a long, languorous fuck, me rotating my bottom strenuously in my effort to make him feel as good as I did. He teasingly slid his big prick slowly and with a varying cadence so that I was never sure as to how fast or how deep he would thrust, but thrilling me profoundly as I tried to reciprocate with my tingling hips.
"Oh jeez, I'm coming," he gasped hoarsely.
"It's okay," I groaned passionately. "I'm ready."
He thrust deep into me and exploded. There wasn't very much semen, but I felt what there was and came with a blissful cry as my sweating body became rigid and shook with spasmodic pleasure.
I wasn't aware of anything else for a time until I saw Dan looking beyond my shoulder and smiling, turning to see Norm and two women of around my own age standing on the boarding platform grinning at us. They were clutching a towel and bikini each, the tan lines on their naked bodies testifying to an absence of sun on those parts until recently.
I jumped off his lap.
"You've finally done it?" said Dan to both Ashley and Wanda who blushed.
"Yes," affirmed Ashley, "this morning we became swingers."
"And?"
"And it was as good as Corine said it would be. And I'm sorry I hesitated for so long. Okay?"
They sat on each side of Norman when he'd got them drinks, his prodigious pussy pummeller having risen to full erection as the two women caressed his private parts with a complete lack of inhibition. Ashley lifted one leg and slid on to his lap, his cock vanishing into her almost hairless snatch in a trice and her eyes fluttering involuntarily at the thrill of it stretching her so widely.
"Bitch!" spat Wanda, looking then at Dan's reawakening dick before moving over to sit beside him and stroke it.
It seemed like time to go so I put my g-string monokini back on and, with a towel held high, frog-kicked on my back to the beach.
*
Wanda and Ashley's spouses were waiting in the shade of a big tree to see who turned up on the beach.
"What are they doing out there?" asked Tim.
"Who?"
"Our wives of course!" Todd exclaimed impatiently.
"What would you like them to be doing?" I teased.
"Fucking, hopefully. It'll assuage any residual guilt I might feel," he told me sincerely.
"Well, one was and one gave every indication that it would not be too long before she was hosting a new dick."
"And how about you Debs? You up for a bit of rumpy-pumpy?"
I smiled coyly and ran into the sea where they soon caught me to sink their nasty bits in my pussy and arse.
And so my weekend went; a succession of partners, both male and female, night and day until we returned to our hotel on Sunday night to sleep for twelve hours straight.
I spent the Monday setting up the campervan with food, water and all the other things we'd need for the trip home while Rob finalised matters with Norm at work.
We'd said our goodbyes the previous night so we left to hit the road without fanfare.
*
ROB
"Look what's coming," I chuckled as I swung out to overtake a roadtrain. "Yellow campervan on the right."
She looked and, in the passenger seat of a camper like ours, got just a glimpse of a naked, dark skinned lady kneeling up to jiggle her big breasts and show off her shaven pussy for the benefit of the driver in the big rig. Two long blasts on his klaxon went to confirm that he'd seen and obviouslyappreciated her bared charms, despite the fact she was no spring chicken, but not an old boiler by any means. I'd have happily shared an introductory bonk with the lady.
"Oh my God!" cried Deby, aghast. "Why's she doing that?"
"It's called flashing, a game," I laughed. "Women seem to get a big buzz from showing it all to complete strangers, so long as it's from the safety of their own car. A bit like driving through a lion park really."
"Have you seen it before?"
"A couple of times, but you can't actually see very much from another car because you're down too low. They aim at the truckies because of the height of their cabs and, being on a long haul, aren't likely to turn back or any chance to meet again, not that they'd recognize her after such a brief look. I don't think they'd be looking at the face anyway."
Deby giggled self-consciously, as much at the thought of herself in such a lewd, public pose as at my rather crude description of things. I was beginning to enjoy hearing her giggling as she was doing it much more often and she then sounded more sexually aware than she had done when it was just an innocent, young girl's reaction.
"What's so funny?" I asked her, fishing.
"Nothing really," she told me quietly. "I was just thinking a very crude, lewd and rude thought."
"About?"
"What she was feeling while doing that."
