NOTE: as noted in the text, ALL the characters are at least eighteen years old
The story below is a collaboration between myself and a woman I met on Literotica who has since become a most intimate partner in our imaginative erotic journeys, and a collaborator on several stories here. This story, its characters and general scenario were suggested by her and, together we shaped, and then I wrote the story. For other collaborations between she and I, see âBeach Boy For Two,â âHeâs Very Big And Very Tight,â âTwo Plus One Equals Funâ and âGirls Like Boys Who Like Boys.â We welcome feedback, especially from women who enjoy the sorts of âmixesâ described below, or, who like us, have a taste for the intense and the extreme.
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Weâd been working very hard, and our work had been successful for us both, so we decided to treat ourselves to a week at a luxurious beach resort, reserving a spectacular suite overlooking a stunning aquamarine bay. The weather was sublime and we were spending much of each day lounging on the coral sand beach or at poolside. From almost the moment of our arrival I had noticed this lovely young lifeguard. He was just the cutest boy, a lanky smooth surfer type with sun-bleached blonde hair, so sexy as he idled at his station above the pool or at the adjoining beach.
Of course I had to immediately point him out to Steve. For many months now Steve and I had often added a young man to our mix. I always loved watching these men eagerly suck Steveâs cock, urging them on, then watching some more as they turned around and surrendered their bottoms to that rigid cock. Of course I made good use of these young men and their cocks as well. And though Steve very much enjoyed having another man offer him his bottom for his use, he also craved surrendering his own bottom for
my
use. Lately Iâd acquired a small collections of dildos and strap-ons and had come to delight in few things more than making good use of Steveâs hot, rugged ass. He, I soon saw, really had a knack for
taking
it.
But when it came to other men Steve was always the âtop,â the one who dished it out, dished out his big, beautiful horny cock, while the other man gladly took it, serving that cock with his mouth or his tight ass. I loved this dominant side of Steveâs, but craved, too, the way he took it so eagerly from me when I strapped one on. And so lately I had begun to fantasize about pushing the boundaries, maybe getting Steve to service another man. Would he do it, I wondered? Would this normally dominant, take-charge cocksman be willing to switch roles?
For a while I kept these fantasies to myself, but one time when Steve was fucking me, his body between my open legs, slamming it inside me with his usual mix of strength and finesse, I reached around and spread open his buttocks, gliding a finger into his crack to caress his anus, as I often did when he fucked me.
âMmmm, baby,â I whispered in his ear, âImagine some cute young stud approaching from behind, stiff cock in hand, pressing the tip of that cock against this hot little hole of yours, sliding it inside.
Fucking
you, baby, fucking you while you
fucked
me.â
There! I finally said it, finally got it out of my system. I looked into his eyes to gauge his reaction. It was possible heâd graciously recoil from such an outrageous suggestion. But he didnât. Instead, a sexy grin lit up his face, a sexy little laugh from deep within.
âSweetheart, by now I think you could talk me into just about anything.â
Thatâs all I needed to hear, his willingness acknowledged.
âOh goody! Thatâs music to my ears,â I whispered as we fucked lovingly, âmaybe on our vacation. Maybe down there weâll find someone.â
And now here was Chris, the gorgeous lifeguard. I had talked to him. He had just turned eighteen and was about to begin his undergraduate education. He was here, lifeguarding at the resort to raise funds for his tuition.
âWhat about that cute young lifeguard, Chris?â I asked Steve the second night we were there, after weâd both met and talked to Chris. âWhat if he were game for our kind of play? Think youâd let him to do it to you?â
âMaybe, could be,â Steve said, his sexy smile carrying its usual mystique.
âYou know, Steve, I caught him checking you out, casting these little glances your way. Of course he also glances at all the young female lovelies around here. But I have a feeling that our lanky young lifeguard may very well be bi. And did you notice that bulge in his swim trunks? I think heâs packing some
serious
equipment down there.â
We were naked, just having showered, so now I pressed close as I reached down and slid a hand behind his balls, up into his crack, probing his little hole with a finger tip.
âOoooh, Iâd love to see it. A
real
cock up this ass.â
The next day a new family arrived at the hotel, making quite a splash. They were a stunning middle-aged Danish couple, tall and regal, and their even more stunning adolescent children, a boy and a girl. He was said to be a fabulously wealthy Copenhagen shipbuilder and his wife, now in her forties, had been top fashion model when she was much younger. The two sublimely gorgeous teens certainly matched their impeccably suave parents for pure good looks.
Mom and dad immediately plunged into a lively social whirl with their affluent peers, while the two siblings were left to fend for themselves. One morning they stretched out on towels next to me and Steve and I observed them, noticing a casual intimacy between Inge and Jens. There was something about the easy, almost sensual manner in which they rubbed suntan oil over each otherâs skin that wouldâve made an observer think they were lovers rather than brother and sister. And then that evening I witnessed something shocking which only confirmed my intuition. I was taking a walk by myself on a secluded path and, turning a corner, I chanced upon the two Danish siblings. They were locked in a passionate kiss, Inge reaching her hand down under the elastic of her brotherâs trunks, stroking his cock.
I tried, at the last moment, to withdraw so they wouldnât see I had caught them in such a compromising embrace. But I was too late as the two turned my way, their eyes wide with shock, Inge even blushing. For a long moment they were utterly speechless, as was I.
âPlease â please donât say anything. To our parents,
please!
â Inge pleaded, having seen Steve and I share drinks with her parents earlier.
She need not have worried. Iâm certainly not the sort to tattle tale about someone elseâs indiscretions, especially when it is the incestuous lust of two gorgeous Scandinavian teen siblings, the potential of that lust something about which my feverish mind immediately began to scheme.
âDonât you worry, you two sexy lovebirds,â I told them with my most endearing smile and a conspiratorial wink.
Inge beamed, relief written all over her lovely face as she took a deep breath and resumed fondling her brotherâs penis, her hand again active around the bulge which had formed in his trunks.
The next day I found myself alone with Inge on the beach. She confessed to me that she and her brother had been lovers for almost a year. She was slightly older, at nineteen, actually ten months older than her brother. Mom had decided to have the two of them in quick, efficient succession, after which she could resume her modeling career. Inge, seeing that I was fascinated rather than in the least disapproving, confessed that she and Jens were deeply attracted to each other. They knew it was said to be âwrong,â but they couldnât help themselves, she claimed, so overwhelmed were they by their youthful ardor for one another. And then, as I probed, she confessed something else. Both she and her brother, she told me, were bisexual. Why she had decided to mention this little fact to me I couldnât be sure, but it definitely was provocative, and very suggestive.
Of course later I shared all this with Steve, telling him we definitely should try to scheme a little party with Chris the lifeguard and the two teen Danish siblings. I could feel how gushingly wet I became down there at the mere thought of such a possibility. And Steve, I sensed by the grin on his face and the bulge in his crotch was becoming similarly aroused.
The following night everyone was at poolside into the late afternoon. The Petersens, Inge and Jensâs parents, had been invited to supper on the yacht of Greek billionaire out in the harbor. The children decided to remain behind; the last thing they felt like doing was hobnobbing with mom and dadâs wealthy industrialist friends.
The sun was close to setting and Steve and I decided to go inside and shower, then return to have drinks at poolside and watch the sunset. Inge and Jens said they would do the same and the four of us met back a half hour later. It was still very warm and so Inge and I had returned in fresh bikinis, the guys in fresh shorts. Chris, we noticed, was still at his lifeguard station. It was getting dark now and my wicked mind was spinning. Now, if ever, was the time to make a move. So I decided to ask the siblings if theyâd like to come up to our suite to get away from the hotel crowd and indulge a little more privately. They eagerly agreed.
âMaybe Chris would like to join us?â I said, nodding at the lifeguard.
I asked him and he said, sure, heâd love to come up. He was getting off work any minute and told me heâd join us up in our suite right after he returned to his room to shower and change.
âOh, no need for that,â I said cajolingly, âcome up with us now, you can shower in our suite.â
He liked that idea; his own room was bare and spartan, as was the shower there.
Steve and I and the sibling teens stretched out on our king-sized bed, Steve turning on the TV, while Chris went and showered. Now it was my turn. I had the three gorgeous, sexy teens here in our suite with me and Steve. I had to make everything I could of this delicious, delectable opportunity.
âWatch this,âI said, getting up off the bed and tip-toeing to the bathroom. The shower was running and so I quickly slipped in and picked up Chrisâs shorts and took all the towels off the rack. This way, after Chris got out of the shower, dripping wet, heâd not only find no clothes there for him, but there wouldnât even be a towel with which to cover himself. What would he do, I wondered wickedly? And Steve and the siblings quickly caught on when they saw me return with towels and shorts in hand.
The TV had available an x-rated channel and the teens had eagerly found it with the remote. Now the four of us were watching some hardcore porn, two bimbos sucking on two fat cocks. Just then we heard the shower being turned off.
âHey, whereâs my shorts? And thereâs no towels,â we heard him shout from the bathroom as we smiled wickedly at one another.
âYouâll need to come in here to get them,â I yelled back, knowing heâd have to come join us wet and stark naked. And thatâs how he appeared a moment later, looking a little flustered, wearing only the red baseball cap which I had left in the bathroom. The first thing we noticed was that Chrisâs bottom was as tanned as the rest of him. Obviously the lifeguards were aware of a secluded spot where they could swim and sunbathe in the buff.