Foreign Affairs

by Antonia Adams

  She grunted lustfully into my mouth seconds later, when I felt her whole body shake, as Luke did just that, slamming his cock hard into her sopping pussy, right in up to the hilt on the first push.

  ‘God she’s fucking hot around my cock,’ he grunted to me, as he took hold of her hips and started pistoning his cock in and out of her sex, ‘and dripping wet too.’

  I pushed Maryse’s lips from mine for a second.

  ‘Drill her Luke!’ I gasped breathlessly, ‘give her the fucking she so desperately wants!’

  I heard him gasp at my rudeness, and at my total willingness about the whole situation, and then saw him accelerate his rocking hips, smashing them hard into her upturned rear end, driving his cock deep into her sticky depths, faster and faster and faster, making her kiss and moan more passionately into my mouth.

  She seemed to get massively turned on when I started sucking and kissing at her lips like a love-struck teen, her escalating moan of arousal growing louder and louder, as her actions became clumsier, as she lost more and more control to Luke’s cock, which was literally pile-driving into her now.

  Quickly and urgently, she slithered her wet lips from mine, so she could speak.

  ‘Please … don’t stop … don’t … stop!’ In her heightened state of arousal, her French accent was thick and strong.

  ‘Keep doing her Luke,’ I gasped, as I held her now needy lips from mine, totally embracing everything that a threesome had to offer, to the both of us.

  ‘Does she feel good around your cock, husband?’ I asked, already knowing the answer from the wondrous look on his face.

  ‘Fucking … good!’

  He was staring down at her pussy, which was no doubt bulging obscenely around his thick shaft as it plunged in and out.

  ‘She wet too?’

  ‘Soaking!’ he moaned, as the squelch of his cock slipping in and out of her sex grew even louder.

  ‘And hot?

  He grunted, and his actions stuttered slightly from my explicit questioning, probably still amazed that this was happening at all.

  ‘Like a … fucking … volcano.’

  Maryse’s whole body was writhing and twisting above mine as Luke gave her the fucking she truly needed, and deserved! The nipples on her full, free hanging breasts caught mine a few times, drawing a helpless gasp from the pair of us.

  ‘And would you like to come inside her?’ I asked provocatively, even though of course he was safely rubbered up. They both let out a deep, excited grunt in reply to this, and Luke’s thrusts stuttered again.

  Then I looked up into Maryse’s face, and after flashing my tongue sluttily across her lips, I asked her something too.

  ‘OK if he finishes off inside you?’

  Again they both grunted, and the gorgeous young woman on all fours above me, let out a helpless whimper, as her expression begged for my lips on hers. But I held firm.

  ‘Do you want to feel his cock expand inside you, as he unloads a ball-load of spunk up there?’

  Despite the violent jolting of her body, I still read the desperate affirming nod of her head.

  ‘Oh fuck … I’m close,’ Luke gasped.

  ‘Do you want to feel the tip of his cock swell right up, as he fires out jet after jet of his married seed?’

  ‘Oh … God …’ she grunted, her eyes brimming with tears of joy, as she nodded frantically.

  A smile grew on my lips.

  ‘Then kiss me, and let him do it.’ And with that, I let her lips fall down to mould perfectly to mine, and we kissed again.

  As we started to become completely lost in passion, I reached down with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, giving my husband a perfect view of his deep penetration, and at the same time giving him final permission, and encouragement, to unleash his pent up spunk.

  Straightaway he screamed, and then slammed his cock hard forward, locking the entirety of his shaft inside her body, as he came.

  I could feel him come through her body, through the desperate gasps and sobs on her lips, through the tension in her torso, and the burning pleasure of her hugely erect nipples pressing into my flesh. I could almost feel it each time his cock swelled inside her, stretching her soft inner walls wide apart, as she convulsed helplessly around his shaft, as his hips jerked, and he kept pumping his spunk out deep inside her body. She came strong and hard on me, waves of emotions flooding through her, taking her.

  And then a total shock, as I felt Luke lift my hips up off the mattress, press my legs apart, and then shove his pussy-juice-slicked cock in its silky smooth covering, deep inside my pussy, where he unleashed the second half of his release, which I could feel was scalding hot, and which set my insides on fire, almost instantly triggering a second orgasm in me, causing Maryse and I to writhe and squirm our lips together in sweet, helpless embrace, until finally, we were done, and we all collapsed into a huge sweating heap of bodies on the bed.

  After a few minutes, Maryse finally got the strength to lift her face to mine.

  ‘How about a midnight swim … and then we go again?’

  ‘Definitely!’ I exclaimed, gently stroking her hair from her face.

  ‘But I’m not sure I’ll be … ready,’ Luke sighed, sounding exhausted still.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Maryse replied, flashing me a wink, ‘for the rest of the night you are optional.’

  ‘That’s right,’ I laughed back, ‘optional!’

  ‘Hey – no fair!’ he moaned.

  But Maryse and I were already racing along the jetty, heading for the crystal clear water, laughing all the way.

  Maya Gold by Catelyn Cash

  ‘Are you sure you won’t come?’

  The Mexican sun beat down as Arya watched her friends pile into the hotel minibus. She shook her head. ‘No thanks. I’ll be fine.’

  ‘What if we see someone famous?’

  Arya hadn’t come to Mexico to hang about in the heat for a glimpse of some big shot actor. She’d come for the ruins, the culture, and unlike her friends had been gutted when she’d found out Hollywood had taken over some of the ancient ruins and filled them with film crews and superstars.

  ‘I’ll wait and see the film when it comes out,’ she assured them. ‘I’m just going to take it easy. Maybe go for a walk.’

  ‘I can stay and help you relax.’ Rick, the self declared stud of the group, wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  ‘I can relax on my own,’ Arya told him coolly.

  ‘Don’t stray too far,’ warned Susie. ‘You know the rep doesn’t want us wandering off on our own.’

  The tour rep had warned them repeatedly about the hassle they could expect from the locals if they left the luxury complex but to be honest from what Arya had seen of the local villagers they were friendly and politely tolerant of the tourists wandering rudely through their lives, snapping photos of their palapa houses and marvelling over their “primitive lifestyles.”

  ‘I’ll be careful.’

  Finally everyone who wanted to give up a precious day of their holiday for a glimpse of a celebrity was on the bus and Arya waved them off. The moment she was alone she set out through the hotel grounds, across the golf course towards the jungle. The tip of a glorious pyramid loomed above the tree tops and she used this as a marker, as no doubt people had done for thousands of years.

  But the pyramid wasn’t her destination. She’d been there yesterday and was the only one of her group who had climbed to the top. The only one to walk through the huge, stone doorway carved in the shape of a snarling jaguar head, to see the King’s tomb. She’d seen carvings of the King too, a regal looking Mayan with a jaguar headdress and what seemed to be an impressive looking erection jutting from between his stone thighs.

  Her guide had tactfully not mentioned the royal boner and neither had Arya but she couldn’t help thinking that if Rick had a willy like that, she’d be more willing to be a notch on his hotel bedpost. From the top of the pyramid she had gazed down over the tree tops trying to ign
ore the hotel complex in the distance and instead, appreciate the incredible history of her surroundings. She had been surprised to see the glitter of water between the trees and when her guide told her about the cenote, Arya had known she had to see it.

  Finding the gate where a waiter at breakfast had told her it would be, she stepped into the jungle. Although the vegetation was dense there was a clearly defined path and she followed this till she saw a small sign to the cenote leading down another, more overgrown track. And then she saw it; a beautiful shimmering pool of clear fresh water sunk deep into the surrounding rock. The jungle grew right down to the water’s edge and tangled, moss-covered vines trailed down into the water from leaning palms. Fantastically coloured parrots darted over the surface and called to each other from the trees.

  Arya felt her skin prickle at the timeless beauty of the scene. Her guide book said that these magical pools had once been the only source of fresh water in the area. Legend had it they were sacred gateways to the underworld and looking over water glittering a dozen impossible shades of blue and green, Arya could believe it.

  The air was steamy and humid and strangely still, despite the teeming life in the jungle around her and Arya felt her skin tingle with awareness. Or static electricity. Or magic.

  Coming prepared, she had her bikini on under her clothes and after a quick look round to check she was alone, she stripped off and waded into the cool, silent water. She swam for a while, then, floating on her back, she gazed up through the tree tops, to see a family of curious spider monkeys peering back at her. And beyond them, against the blue sky, the ageless, looming presence of the Jaguar King’s pyramid.

  The water was deliciously cool, a treat in the jungle heat and she swam and drifted lazily. When she was done she kicked out for a flat, high rock which overhung the water. Beneath the rock the water was almost black, suggesting it was much deeper here or maybe heralding the entrance to the underground cave system which connected many of the cenotes.

  Or the entrance to the underworld as the guidebook hinted?

  Smiling at the fanciful thought Arya scrambled up onto the rock and sat in the sun to dry off. It looked like even the locals were off watching the filming so after another quick look round she took of her bikini top to work on her tan. Spreading her towel she lay back and fanned her blond hair out to dry. Again her eyes were drawn to the pyramid which seemed to shimmer in the heat. Had the Jaguar King looked down from his throne to the cenote while the ancient priests made their bloodthirsty sacrifices?

  Thinking of the King reminded her of his massive cock immortalised in stone and she smiled again. Hopefully he had had better things to do with any captured virgins than sacrifice them to his gods.

  Keeping her face turned to the sun, Arya closed her eyes and sighed happily. This was definitely a moment to remember, to replay in her head next week when she was back at work in the midst of a Yorkshire winter.

  The rock was in partial shade so the sun felt good rather than too strong and she lazily watched the world turn. Her nipples had puckered in the soft breeze and she brushed them lightly with her palms, feeling an instant, answering tingle between her legs.

  Sex hadn’t played a big part in Arya’s holiday so far – not with Rick possessively chasing off any competition – and her pussy had been badly neglected. Now she let her hand slide inside her bikini bottom, pleasantly surprised at how wet she was. All the while she stayed on high alert, listening for the sound of anyone approaching but there was only her and the parrots. And maybe the monkeys. If they were still watching, she hoped she wasn’t corrupting them. It felt wonderfully decadent lying in the sun playing with herself with nothing but the sounds of the jungle around her but the bikini was restricting her access and impatiently she lifted her hips up and tugged it off. With her now bare bum on the rock she spread her legs wide.

  The feel of the sun on her cunt was a whole new sensation but Arya didn’t want to have to explain sunburn down there. Reluctantly she covered herself with her hand, her fingers gliding inside her passage while the heel of her hand gently rubbed her clit. She was so wet, her pussy so neglected that she came almost immediately gasping softly at the release.

  With a contented sigh she lay back, warning herself not to fall asleep in the sun. Which was when she heard a noise.

  Her eyes flew open and she sat up warily, scanning the jungle, Nothing. She looked down at the water but the cenote was empty, as still and silent as before. Wishing she hadn’t removed her bikini, her eyes scanned the jungle.

  Nothing moved. Nothing stirred but her skin was covered in goosebumps despite the heat and her nerves were screaming a warning. The very air around her seemed to crackle with electricity but still she couldn’t see any threat, couldn’t see anything different. Except …

  There! At the edge of the jungle. Oh shit. Two men watching her.

  Now she was really nervous. She looked round wildly for her bikini but she must have kicked it off the rock when she was … when she was. Shitshitshit! Had they been watching? Had they seen her masturbating? Heat that had little to do with the sun flushed her whole body.

  The men didn’t move and her initial panic began to recede just a little. Both were so dark haired and golden skinned, she assumed they were locals rather than tourists. But what the hell were they wearing? In her surprise she forgot her nerves and her nakedness, forgot everything as she stared at them in amazement.

  Neither man was wearing much more than she was. Soft leather belts tied around their waists, with jaguar skins covering their dangly bits. One had a beaded headband with colourful feathers stuck in it. The other though … he wore a headdress made from a jaguar head, the sharp, lethal looking teeth coming down over his forehead. Both wore necklaces of animal teeth and claws. Nothing else. Just golden skin over rippling, well muscled bodies. These men were fit, like really fit. It took Arya a moment to realise who they were and only then did her racing heart begin to return to slow.

  Actors from the film. With bodies that buff, they had to be. Aware she was still naked and they were between her and her clothes, she had no choice but to try and brazen it out.

  ‘Hi. Do you think you could toss me my clothes?’ The men moved silently towards her and her nerves tingled alarmingly at the way they were looking at her. She tried again. ‘Sorry, I thought I was alone. I assumed everyone was off watching the filming.’ Still no response. In fact, she wondered if they even understood a word she was saying. She tried to remember her Spanish but her night class hadn’t really covered public nudity and masturbation.

  Barefoot they made no sound as they crept forward, staring intently, but not at her boobs or pubes as she would have expected. No, their gazes flicked from her long blond hair to her green eyes then widened on the leopard skin patterned acrylic nails she had treated herself to before the holiday.

  ‘How’s the filming going anyway?’ she asked a bit too brightly. Still not a word. Their silence was creeping her out. Especially as the entire jungle seemed to have gone quiet too, listening and watching. Again the hairs on the back of her neck tingled.

  The men jumped effortlessly onto the rock and stopped a few feet away. Arya was incredibly aware of them towering over her, of her nakedness, and of their hard, fit bodies.

  The one with the jaguar head reached out and touched her hair.

  ‘Hey!’ She jerked away and tried to stand up but she had moved too quickly in the heat and her head swam dizzily for a second until she dropped back onto the rock. Thankfully he didn’t do any more, just trickled her long blond hair between his fingers like liquid silk.

  ‘I take it you don’t get many blondes around here?’ she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

  He cocked his head and turned his chocolate brown eyes on her. A jolt, like an electric current passed through her but this time it was sexual heat rather than nerves that brought her out in goosebumps. God, he was good looking. She hoped he had a decent part in the film and wasn’t just part of the crowd. Thoug
h maybe not a speaking part; because he did strong and silent really well.

  The other man crouched down, staring intently at her. Next moment he reached over and touched her nipple. ‘Hey!’ she protested again, but weakly. He ignored her, rolled the nipple between his fingers till it jumped to attention. His touch was gentle and Arya couldn’t help it; she moaned softly, getting turned on despite the weirdness of the situation.

  The two men looked at each other and a signal seemed to pass between them. The crouching man put his hands on her knees and gently but firmly pried her legs apart.

  ‘Wait a minute!’ Arya protested but he kept up the pressure and she had no option but to open her legs. They both gazed at her gaping pink pussy and she saw their eyes darken as her musky scent reached them. The one on his knees touched her – not her pussy but her blond curls – almost reverently and Arya shivered, getting more and more turned on.

  Maybe a quickie with two hot actors in the steamy jungle was an even better memory to play back in Yorkshire.

  The men were obviously thinking along the same lines. To Arya’s utter shock the one with the jaguar head lifted the animal skin covering his groin and tucked it into his leather waistband. He was completely starkers underneath.

  And he had the biggest cock Arya had ever seen. Really. The biggest fucking cock ever. It could have been the model for Big Dick, the outsized dildo that lived in her bedside drawer at home and Dick was huge. This cock was only half erect but it was growing before her very eyes, taking on enormous proportions. Arya could barely tear her eyes away to look up at him. He was still holding her hair, staring at it with the same awe with which she was staring at his cock. He felt her gaze and their eyes locked.

  Arya felt lightheaded. Again she felt that strange crackling in the air around them and again her skin tingled.

  Jaguar man took his cock in his hand. He said nothing but it was clear what he wanted. A blow job. He didn’t force the issue, though, just held his cock and waited. Looking at it, Arya’s mouth watered. This was the biggest cock she had ever seen and unlike Dick it was warm and pulsing. What would it be like to suck on this?