Unexpected Double P

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The music, too loud as usual, felt like it was thumping and reverberating through my body, and bouncing around my head. Around- that was the operative word. Not only the music but my thoughts were spinning, trapped in my head.

I knew that the buzzing and the sensation of my thoughts trapped within the confines of my head was the result of the 4 or 5 glasses of champagne I'd had this evening. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, to accept the invitation of a group of people I'd met earlier, in the bar at the resort, to join them in a party at some private beach house. But they seemed like nice people, not scary ones. And yep, I'd already had more fun at this party than I'd had the past four days, soaking up sun by day and hanging at the beach bar at night, listening to the live music and drinking a few glasses of wine. So when these 4 friends from Wisconsin pulled me into their group last night, sharing stories and jokes, dancing to the calypso band, I was ready to make new friends and add adventure to my Caribbean get-away.

All had gone well last night, so the invitation to the party was a welcome way to spend my last night in town. The group met me in the lobby of the resort where we were all staying, and together we walked down the beach to the condos. It seems one of the girls, Cindy, was the daughter of someone more well-off than the rest of us; Daddy had a private house here, and while Cindy's friends were staying at the main resort with me, she was happy to share her more exclusive digs with us, at least for the evening and probably well into tomorrow morning.

The man in front of me- more like a boy than a man- moved even closer as he danced to the beat. Pushing against me, I could feel the heat of his hard-on and the rigid bulge. Through the haze in my head, it dawned on me that we were no longer in the main room of the house, but that he'd led or pushed against me until we were in some sort of a darkened side room. Now dancing as if glued together, his hands ran down my back, caressing my ass. I could feel him sliding my dress up higher on my ass, and his insistent fingers finding the bare skin. Kneading both ass cheeks, he ran a finger into the tiny scrap of thong that wedged into the crack between my firm and well-rounded cheeks.

Usually men, or boys, found my generous rack of tit to be the feature they couldn't tear themselves away from. Indeed, I'd dressed as I always do, to present that valley of cleavage as my best asset. The neckline of my lightweight knit dress plunged to my belly, and spread to reveal mounds of boob on either side, clinging to the peaks and only barely covering the dark pink areolas and the brighter pink knobs. Those knobs were, as usual, swollen and erect from the time I covered them with the fabric, and their shadowed shape certainly drew attention as I'd walked into the room. But with this boy, although he had riveted his gaze on them immediately and shortly thereafter had punctuated our dancing with a move that brought his head down to my tits to grab a fast nip on the left breast, was even more fascinated with my plump ass. The fact that the dress clung to its curves as much as it did to my tits' orbs seemed to fire up his lust.

Right now, his fingers were exploring that expanse of butt. My ass would never be called flat or slender, but this boy, along with many others, found that to be erotic and desirable. His fingers kneaded my firm but yielding flesh. One hand was cupping one lower cheek, and the other was deftly removing the thong. This boy knew what he was doing, and judging from the size of his erection bulging against his tight pants, he knew what he wanted as well. Ok, get me going and I can take care of that. Just give me enough pleasure in the process!

The thong slid down my thighs and fell to the floor. I stepped out of it, and as he began to explore further forward, I began to feel the juices flow and the anticipation build. His hands were everywhere- still enjoying my ass, but now feeling the length of my pussy slit with just enough pressure. The moisture I was providing gave us plenty of lubricant. Up the length, from my ass hole to my clit, over and over, he brought me to a quick climb and climax, but I could tell we were just getting warmed up.

Now his finger slid smoothly into my pussy hole. Yep, he knew what he was doing there too. Moving swiftly, he explored with a purpose: Find my g-spot, and work it good. His other fingers were putting gentle pressure on my pussy lips, giving enough friction against my clit, and his deeply embedded forefinger was doing its magic. Just another second, another milli-second for the heat, tightness and spasaming to reach the height and break over me...........

And in that last milli-second, I felt the intense pressure of a hardness against my ass hole. I was no longer thinking, just feeling- this kid had timing. Something wet, slippery but large was pushing against my ass hole, but if I thought about it, if I tensed to repel it, I'd lose this orgasm. That couldn't happen, it was far too late. So as I tumbled into waves of pulsing relief, I was aware that this shaft, what must be a well-prepared dildo, was plunging deep into my ass!

By the time I'd surfaced from the hurricane of an orgasm, the dildo was deep within my back hole. I was stuffed full, still spasaming throughout my pussy and clit, and still standing, though supported by his strong arms. I moaned, I probably screamed, but the pounding music either covered my sounds or they were only an added soundtrack to the sexy vibe throughout the house. My ass cramped and released, but the boy's fingers did not release. They stayed embedded in my pussy, now exploring the dildo that pushed hard against my whole length of vagina.

I'd lost track of his other hand. Obviously, that had been occupied with shoving the dildo deep into my ass. But now he lowered me onto a bed, face up, dress around my waist and tits bursting free, and with my ass still filled beyond what I thought it could tolerate, full of dick, albeit a silicone one.

He slid his fingers free of my pussy, long enough to undo his pants. His dick, swollen and hard, sprang free and headed directly toward its target.

Spreading my legs with his knees and one hand, he balanced above me. For a moment, he stared at the display in front of him: wet, steamy pussy, still throbbing from orgasm. And my ass, round cheeks peeking out from between the opening, stretched tight by the dildo that barely protruded from it.

He reached to hold the dildo in place, aware that the spasms in my ass were threatening to expel it. Can't have that, can we? And he placed his burning cock at the entrance to my slippery pussy. Slowly, pushing hard to fit it in the narrowed tunnel of my vagina, he entered me.

Now it was him groaning. I gasped too- somewhere between pain and excitement. I had never been filled like this. There was not going to be enough room for that cock, but somehow, he kept it moving in deeper. Deeper, tighter, and as he fit it in half-way, I could feel his dick pulsing with his heartbeat. He groaned again, now obviously holding back the desire to explode, and suddenly he plunged that hot and thick cock entirely in to its hilt!

I screamed, I writhed, I tried any move to get away. Every twitch made him breathe harder, every breath made his dick harder. Searing pain shot through my ass, and he began to surrender to his need to pump that dick faster and faster, now seeking only release as he savored the friction.

The problem with boys-just-turning-men is that they have a great deal of stamina. This one was old enough to be able to hold back, but young enough to keep going. And just when I thought my body would tear into little fragments, I began to feel the heartbeat in his dick become more of a liquid pulse, as he spewed wave after wave of cum into my aching pussy. I could feel his orgasm in my pussy, as with any fuck, but I could also feel it in my ass as he smashed against the dildo. On and on it went, as he ground his hips into my pussy and battered my now-exhausted ass with the dildo. Finally, he collapsed, spent.

As he withdrew his dripping dick, his hand finally released the dildo and I felt it slide slowly out of my ass. I lay, completely covered with sweat, sticky with his cum and drained of all energy. The glass of champagne he lifted to my lips was cold, and offered release from the after-effects of that pain and pleasure, so I licked my lips, closed my eyes, and drank deeply.