Losing Inhibitions_Sexy in the Sun

by Jools Louise

  “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex, luv. You are a passionate woman, with a body made to be enjoyed. Our senses tell us we’re attracted to someone, pheromones, and if everyone is willing, why shouldn’t you explore your sexuality?” He pressed another kiss on my hair. “You’re so responsive and sexy, and I love it when your face is flushed with desire, and you cry out as you come. When you’re lost in lovemaking, it’s the sexiest thing ever. “

  “Everyone will think I’m a whore,” I muttered weakly. For some reason my inhibitions were not quite all gone, having been restrained by years of conforming to society’s expectations of right and wrong.

  Jackson growled, irritated with me.

  “You are not a whore. You are a single, sexy, independent twenty-first-century woman who is just discovering that she is enjoys sex. You’ve had relationships with men who can’t handle your passionate nature, and then make you feel ashamed when they can’t live up to your sexuality.” He snorted, reining in his temper, and then let out a sigh. “Why don’t we let Caleb unload our gear, then we can explore the villa and we can talk some more in a bit.” Jackson kissed me lightly on the nose before exiting the vehicle, and I took a shuddering breath as his words hit me right between the eyes.

  Belatedly, I realised we had arrived at a smallish villa, with a wraparound porch and a mass of windows which were open to the gentle breeze.

  Caleb clutched my hand, helping me from the buggy, and I stumbled slightly, weak at the knees from Jackson’s revelation. Caleb steadied me, his large hands holding me close for a moment.

  “Hmmm, beautiful, sexy, definitely not a whore,” he murmured, white teeth gleaming as he smiled at me gently. I looked up, my hands resting on his biceps, and noticed a thin scar which ran from his temple, down the side of his face to his jaw. My gaze softened, and I ran the tips of my fingers along the scar, then kissed it lightly, my eyes widening at my temerity.

  His liquid-brown gaze turned to molten caramel, his eyes closing to slits as he moved his head to the side and kissed my fingers, sucking the tips lightly as he stared down at me intently.

  Feeling the play of hard muscle under that mocha-coloured skin as my other hand gripped his bicep tightly, my pulse raced at the primal look in his eyes and I began to think I must be more of a slut than I thought, since I could feel my libido heating up even more at the promise in his dark gaze. His hands slid down, cupping my lush ass and pulling me against him. I let out an involuntary moan of desire as I felt the heavy weight of a massive cock against my belly. He rocked against me, his fingers parting my ass cheeks as he massaged his cock against me.

  “Boss, she’s perfect,” Caleb muttered, unlocking his gaze from mine to glance over at Jackson. I flinched, startled as I remembered where I was.

  “Easy there, luv, there’s no jealousies here, no inhibitions either. If you like what you see, no one is going to judge you. I’ve never seen Caleb look at another woman like this, and I can’t wait to see his fat black cock ploughing your pink cunt.” I shuddered, my pink cunt now dripping and moistening the thin material of my slacks. I felt a warm body against my back, as Jackson whispered in my ear. His heavily aroused cock against my ass had me moaning with lust as Jackson’s hands moved to cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking lightly against my nipples as both he and Caleb rocked against me, front and back.

  “Perfect,” Caleb repeated, his mouth lowering to mine, and he opened his mouth over mine with a hunger which fed my own. I could feel the sizzle of lust slice through my veins, wondering if it was possible for blood to actually boil.

  Jackson’s mouth slid gently against the side of my neck, pushing the heavy weight of hair aside as his lips licked and nibbled their way along the curve to my shoulder. Turning my face slightly, his lips then met mine, turning into a sloppy three-way with Caleb as we sucked and licked and kissed each other.

  “Hmmm, I love the taste of this sweet mouth,” Caleb murmured softly, sucking my lower lip, leaving me whimpering.

  “Wait until you taste the rest of her, Caleb. Her cream is better than Häagen-Dazs.”

  I laughed breathlessly at this claim by Jackson, then sank into another three-way kiss which had every nerve ending bouncing in excitement.

  I felt the balmy breeze against my thighs and realised my trousers had been unhooked, my top pushed up and my bra unfastened. I stood there between these two gorgeous hunks of manhood, writhing against their thick slabs of man meat as I moved gently back and forth. Caleb’s mouth left mine and I was lifted slightly against him as he took one taut nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the tight nub as Jackson’s warm fingers slid between my thighs. Finding me slick with desire, he kissed me hungrily even as his fingers found my needy channel and he began fucking me with first two fingers, then three as I writhed and gasped in their grasp.

  The twin assault on me had me coming hard and fast, and I screamed as the hard suckling on my tits and the hard fucking of Jackson’s fingers inside me had me jerking like a mad thing before sinking bonelessly against them.

  “Hmmm, perfect.” Caleb kissed each pert nipple cheekily, “Welcome to El Santuario.” He grinned, and then gave me a final hard kiss on my mouth before leaving me in a boneless pile of sated flesh in Jackson’s embrace.

  I felt myself lifted, grabbing onto Jackson as he moved with me into the villa. My brain seemed to be in a mini-freeze as he carried me through the main seating area and down a short corridor to a large bedroom dominated by the largest bed I’d ever seen.

  Jackson’s eyes were intense on me as he deposited me on the bed, his fingers busy as he stripped away the rest of my clothing and stared at me with hungry greed. I stared back, unable to feel self-conscious since he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

  “Hmmm, I can smell your cum. It’s making me ravenous.” As he spoke, he began to remove his shirt. I stared at the washboard corrugated abs and thick pectoral muscles which rippled invitingly with each smooth move of his body. His skin was slightly dark, as though he was permanently tanned. His fingers were long and nimble as he unhooked the clasp on his pants and slid them down his long legs. Thick muscles contracted as he stepped out of the material, and I licked my lips as the remaining underwear did nothing to hide the massive bulge pushing urgently against the confines.

  I kneeled on the bed. “Let me,” I whispered, shifting closer, and he groaned as I stood before him. A light kiss on one of his taut male nipples had him jerking slightly. My hands began to explore as I kissed each rippling slab of muscle, the moans of desire he uttered egging me on as I moved lower, my hands reaching behind to grasp the perfect globes of his ass as my mouth placed a teasing kiss on the cloth-covered mountain at his groin.

  His hands grasped my head gently, his hips rocking gently as I began to kiss and lick and suck his swollen flesh through his underwear. He smelled clean and fresh, and I realised he must have showered on the plane. I moaned, pulling the material downward and gasped in pleasure as the thick, meaty cock sprang from its confines, slapping my face wetly as the pre-cum glistening on the tip brushed against me.

  Heavy with desire, the thick appendage pointed upward, the weight forcing it to pull slightly downward, and my mouth watered. I knelt, my fingers parting his ass cheeks and caressing the tiny pink hole between as my mouth opened wide and I sucked the thick engorged head off his cock into my hungry mouth.

  His hips bucked, and he growled low in his throat. I pushed a finger gingerly against the tight sphincter muscle of his ass and felt his ass clench around my slender digit before relaxing enough so that I could push in further. My mouth clenched around the spongy head of his cock, tonguing the steadily seeping trickle of cum from the slit before suddenly taking his whole length to the back of my throat at the same time as I located the sensitive little gland inside his ass.

  I heard a distant yell. His hips bucked once, twice before I felt his balls draw up. Hurriedly backing off, I opened my mouth as he gave a final pained groan and then hungrily swall
owed the wash of cum which spattered into my mouth, the deluge heavy enough that a thin trickle escaped, dribbling down my chin as I tried to lap up as much as I could.

  Jackson’s knees gave way, and he pulled from my mouth, still spurting so that his cum splattered against my chest and tits before he collapsed against me, his thick arms going around me as he gasped for breath, his face buried in the crook of my shoulder.

  We leaned against one another for several moments. I heard his breathless chuckle before he pulled away slightly and stared at me in wonder. His tongue lapped at the trickle of cum which had escaped my mouth and he lifted me with a shocking show of power onto the bed from his kneeling position.

  Gasping, I giggled as he practically threw me down, following me down after a moment to don a condom over his still hard cock with a low growl. He chuckled as I bounced a couple of times.

  His body pressed against mine, the heavy weight against me a welcome pleasure and I parted my thighs, feeling with surprise the thick and very hard length of his cock brushing against my wet slit.

  “Did you take a little blue pill earlier?” I asked cheekily and he growled again, pushing forward to slide his fat man-muscle a few inches into my pussy. I arched my back, welcoming the glide of slick flesh as his girth parted me almost painfully.

  “You’ve had me horny for years. I certainly don’t need Viagra to keep my cock hard around you!” Jackson muttered, leaning forward as he pierced me to the hilt. His girth was amazing, added to which he was at least nine inches in length and I could feel the pulsing organ against every rippling inch of my inner sheath as it clutched desperately at the massive intruder. “If you only knew how many times I jacked off in the shower, imagining how it would feel to be inside your sweet pussy, and now I can’t get enough of it.” His hips jerked and I gasped, eyes closing as that mammoth cock began to slide in and out. My legs wrapped around his slim waist, heels digging into his juicy ass, and held on for the ride.

  “You feel like soft warm velvet around my cock, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else.” Jackson’s words were like an aphrodisiac and I absorbed them like a sponge as his hips began to move faster against me. I felt the slap of his heavy balls against my ass, as he stuffed me again and again with a monster of a cock, hips now hammering against me as he lost control and powered against me like a man possessed.

  “I love you,” he said gruffly as his hips pistoned against me as he fucked me into the mattress.

  His hands were everywhere as he slammed into me, pinching my nipples, kneading my ass cheeks, the backs of his hands and his fingers gliding across my body as though he was trying to read me like Braille. My tits jiggled and bounced, moans and gasps of pleasure escaping me as I gripped his forearms, my legs tight around his waist as I slammed my hips back at him each time he thrust forward.

  Suddenly, I was flipped onto my stomach. A cushion was dragged under me, tilting my ass upward as he ploughed into me again and I actually screamed as the new angle hit my G-spot with each punishing stroke. I bit my forearm, as his hands grabbed hold of my hips as he continued to rut hard and fast into my clenching sheath.

  I cried out with each hard stroke, then felt my entire body clench as his fingers found my clit, rubbing hard, and I came screaming with pleasure. The tidal wave of sensation clawed across every nerve ending until with a final hard jerk of his hips he gave a grunt, then a yell, and I felt his cock begin to spasm. His balls drew up tight and he came with hard spurts of cum lashing my insides, his groin grinding against me as his entire body shook from the explosion of pleasure.

  As the orgasm ebbed, we collapsed against each other, my pussy still impaled by his softening cock, and I held him tight, my breathing slowing finally before I drifted into an exhausted, sated slumber.

  Chapter 5:

  A Stable of Studs

  Blearily, I turned in bed, muscles aching like I’d run a marathon or something. Which was a ridiculous thought, since me and running just don’t mix, hence the “pleasantly plump” shape of my body. With a frown I realised I wasn’t alone in the big bed, and my eyes opened reluctantly to see a large expanse of lightly-haired chest rippling with well-toned muscle.

  “Morning, sunshine, you look well fucked!” The cheeky comment sounded disgustingly cheerful and alert, considering I was definitely not a morning person and anyone who even slightly resembled cheerful before my second cup of caffeine was definitely tempting me to give them a swift thump on the nose.

  I gave a grunt, trying to roll away from the chest. My attempt was halted as a warm male hand cupped my chin, and a hot wet mouth landed on my snarling lips. The tongue which invaded my mouth slid along mine and I growled with a mixture of desire and annoyance at the assault.

  Fortunately desire won out, or the kisser would be nursing a bloody nose by now. I hummed in pleasure, letting the delicious kiss linger before those hungry lips left mine, a hard hand slapped my ass and the annoyingly cheerful voice was heard again.

  I opened my eyes finally, looking up into a pair of vivid blue eyes which I had seen only yesterday. Max grinned at me as he stood beside the bed.

  “Time to get up, sweetness, breakfast is ready.”

  “I’m on holiday, why do I have to get up?” I snarled at him, struggling to push the mess of hair out of my eyes. I must have looked a sight, with a snarly mouth, bed hair, and no makeup, my eyes still blearily trying to focus in the bright light filtering into the bedroom.

  Max shook his head, his blue eyes sparkling merrily as he viewed my less than pleasant demeanour. Leaning down, he bravely placed another hot kiss on my mouth.

  “You have to meet the crew, luv,” he murmured against my lips, swirling his tongue against mine as I blinked, losing focus.

  “Crew, what crew?” I really was trying to concentrate but that skilful tongue was playing havoc with my ability to focus.

  “The crew that wants to meet you, luscious,” he said, chuckling against my mouth, nipping my lower lip before releasing me reluctantly.

  I flopped back on the bed, breathing heavily.

  “You’re just going to stay until I get up aren’t you?” I realised, wanting to belt him one for waking me up. Despite the really nice kisses, I still hadn’t had my morning caffeine, so he was treading dangerously.

  “Yep!” His reply didn’t sound as fearful of my temper as it possibly should. I actually growled, sounding like an angry kitten or something. No wonder he wasn’t running for cover.

  With a frustrated sigh, I left the warm bed, wincing as inner muscles protested my movement.

  “The shower’s through here, luv, chop chop, time’s a-wasting.” Max grabbed my hand and dragged my reluctant carcass into the large wet room. It looked about the size of the communal showers I remembered from school with three shower heads, and a massive bath tub in one corner as well as a toilet and bidet. It was decorated with cool blue and green tiles, with designs of sea serpents, fish, and sea horses etched into the enamel.

  I yelped as Max, appearing to not understand that I was in fact a guest at the resort and not his new toy, shoved me under one of the shower heads and then flicked a lever which pelted cool water onto my sore body.

  He joined me, his hard body naked and aroused. Ignoring my squeals of indignation, he proceeded to wash every inch of my body, his long fingers lingering in certain places until my squeals turned to moans of pleasure. I winced as his fingers found my channel, sore from the repeated fucking the day before and through the night.

  My libido might be celebrating at the sudden return to active sex with an actual partner, as my Jessica Rabbit vibrator just couldn’t compare, but my body was discovering new muscles in uncomfortable places, which had been overexerted in my sexual adventures over the past two days or so.

  Kneeling before me, the shower spray pelting his shaggy blond hair, Max began to lave my sore pussy with his tongue, growling as he tasted the cream that began oozing onto his tongue, lapping at the sore flesh gently and tenderly until I came twi
ce in quick succession. His arms wrapped around me as I glided back to earth, the shower switched off, and I was hauled gently into the bedroom again.

  My brain fuzzy, my body weak and still trembling from the shower episode, I stood like a living doll as Max picked out a bikini from one of the dresser drawers and proceeded to dress me like I was a Barbie doll, or a reluctant three-year-old.

  “Coffee,” I whined, still trying to wake up.

  Max laughed at me, although his arm around my waist was gentle and comforting as he guided me into the living area of the villa and out a narrow pathway which wound away from the building at the back.

  Max had given me a wrap to wear, which I wore sarong style around my waist. Flip flops adorned my feet, and sunglasses shaded my eyes as we walked along the path until reaching a beautiful swimming pool surrounded by loungers with a small bar to one side. There were several regular loungers, with one which seemed to be a super king-size version, looking like it could seat about four people.

  Jackson was sitting at one of the small tables beneath the shade of the bar’s canopy, as well as Caleb and five other men who I had not met before. All were attired in skimpy swimming trunks, sprawled indolently on various loungers displaying the fact that none were lacking in any part of their anatomy.

  I suddenly felt shy. Despite my recent sexcapades, I was a little uncomfortable at meeting so many gorgeous men, and the five strangers were stud muffins. Each one was nicely muscled but not overly so. They each looked like they worked out, but weren’t Mr. Universe or anything. They were toned, sporting six packs across their abdomens, leanly muscled arms, and broad chests and shoulders. They looked like Colt model pinup boys and any one of them would look fine and dandy as a centrefold for Playgirl.

  “Morning, sunshine, hope you enjoyed your wake-up call,” Jackson called out, giving me a knowing grin as he looked at my sleek wet hair falling down my back. “I have caffeine.” He waved a large cup coffee teasingly, and as the delicious aroma hit my nostrils I finally began to feel somewhat brighter.