We carried our luggage into the bungalow while Michelle went through the bungalow opening the windows against the stuffy tropical heat that had built up from being unused so long. A gentle breeze wafted through the house – rapidly cooling it off.
After Michelle was satisfied we wouldn't have any problems with the way the bungalow was equipped, she left – promising to return sometime midmorning the next day.
Julie and I pulled our bathing suits out and, after putting them on, headed out to take a swim. The water was not quite as warm as we thought – the light breeze kicking up some whitecaps. As we swam, we were amazed at all the tropical fish that just swam around and seemingly ignored us.
Julie spotted a small coral outcropping about 200 yards off shore. 'I'll race you to it," she said. Already in a full Australian crawl – stroking those long arms of hers – her long legs churning up the water. Being caught off guard – she was well on her way to the coral atoll by the time I got started. Needless to say – she beat the pants off me.
Panting, I pulled myself up on the coral alongside her and sat down. "Wait until I get you back to the bungalow," I said. "I'm going to give you a licking like you've never had before."
"Promise?" she asked.
"Yea. I brought the ping pong paddle – just for that fine ass of yours," I said.
Leaning over, she put her mouth on my ear lobe – licking and sucking on it. Julie's way of starting foreplay. I pulled her over onto my lap – holding her with one hand on her inner thigh and the other around her waist.
Spreading her thighs a little, I lightly stroked that soft skin of her thighs – working my teasing fingers toward the juncture of her thong bikini. Her hard nipples were jutting out the cones of her swimsuit bra – tenting it like little cocks. Only I knew better. My Julie was getting aroused and my stroking the outline of her pussy lips was stoking her fires.
I leaned down and kissed her – a long soul searching French kiss – deep into her mouth – our tongues dueling for control. As my finger pushed aside the material covering her pussy, one of her meaty cunt lips sprang into view. I began stroking it – flicking her hardening clit – easing my finger inside her – teasing her. Then I felt the material – we had both forgotten to remove Brenda's black thong from deep inside Julie's pussy.
That cooled things a bit. Brenda's thong would have to come out of there before we could fuck.
"Julie, let's go back to the bungalow."
"O.K. Race you."
And we took off. This time I was prepared for her. Catching her halfway to shore, I pulled hard on her legs and, when I reached her head, ducked her. By the time she came up sputtering and spitting out water, I was standing up and walking ashore. I waited there and, when she reached me, kissed her.
"Even?" I asked.
"Even," she said. "For now."
We made our way to the bungalow, stripping off our swim suits as we went. The nearest bungalow was more than a quarter mile away so, if prying eyes wanted to pry – let them.
Once inside – we headed for the shower – to wash off the salt water and to take Brenda's black thong out of Julie's pussy. The shower was one of those spray heads on the end of a 6 foot or so hose. Removing the spray head – left a small host that, when placed in the right spot – flooded Julie's pussy with a stream of water. Since Brenda's thong had pretty much dried in place – it took some working to get it loose. I kept up the water flow with one hand while I poked and pried with the other until, finally, I had it in my hand. Hanging it on a faucet handle, I shut the water off and re-attached the spray head.
I hadn't noticed – in my concentration to remove the thong – just how worked up Julie was. As soon as I straightened from putting the shower back together, Julie reached up and kissed me.
My tongue was deep inside Julie's mouth when I first felt a hand on my cock. Pulling back from Julie – I turned around. Michelle. She was naked already and, from all indications, ready to join in. Pulling her inside, I closed the sliding door and turned the water on while Julie and Michelle were kissing.
I took this moment to admire Michelle's cute little body. She had beautiful blonde hair which she had up in a scrunchy. Long slender neck with delicate ivory like cheekbones. Full pouty lips with a liberal quantity of scarlet red lipstick – what I call a 'whores lipstick.' She had a nice butt – small yet firmly rounded ass cheeks. Bust about a 34b but nicely formed and with no hint of a sag. Nipples about the size of a pencil eraser.
Then I spotted it. Hanging between her legs – at the juncture of her mons – where you would normally expect a pair of fat cunt lips – was a cock – without a hint of hair around it nor was there any hair around her almond sized balls! Her tumescent cock hung down – starting to harden. I could tell it would be a nice size when it was fully erect. And in the little pee hole was a stud. She had her cock-head pierced. The other end of the stud poked out beneath the ridge of her mushroom cap.
Michelle, looking at me quizzically, asked, "Don't you like it? When I talked to Brenda she said you had said something about needing someone to help. Won't I do? When I get it hard, I can fuck as well as any man – better sometimes since I know how to really please a woman."
By now she was smiling – that toothy grin from ear to ear. And Brenda hadn't spilled the beans either – just lending more to the mystery.
We continued with our shower – using liberal quantities of soap to massage each other. First, Michelle and I worked on Julie – soaping and rubbing every known crevice until she was panting and gasping for air. Her cunt lips were swollen and red with the desire to fuck while we kissed so lovingly. Then Michelle kissed Julie while I moved behind Julie and began inserting a finger in her ass – reaching around to the front I inserted two fingers of my other hand into her cunt – teasing her clit – deeply inserting my fingers – rubbing her spot.
