by Jamie Hunter
A tall, powerful statue that’s about to fuck your brains out…
Almost on cue he began his onslaught, lifting her from beneath and guiding her up and down on his big pole. Jason’s cock was made of granite, just like the rest of him, but it was warm and fierce inside her. Amanda’s pussy welcomed it willingly, pulling on it as it left her body, parting itself eagerly upon re-entry.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck… oh fuck…”
Her gasps became whimpers as she rode his cock. Up and down she went, his hands alternating between the dip of Amanda’s hips and the firm, rounded curve of her ass. In both instances he lifted her fully, taking the burden from her thighs or quads. Instead of burning out while squatting over him, Amanda could focus purely on the feeling of being so thoroughly, deeply fucked.
“Turn around,” he said suddenly, and his arms stopped supporting her. Amanda pouted for a moment, then kissed him anyway and stood up on the waverunner’s deck. Jason’s cock still jutted proudly from between his legs, glistening beautifully in the moonlight.
Reversing her stance, she turned and sat down on it. Amanda reached beneath her first and found Jason’s hand already there, guiding it back into her body.
“Ohhhh…”
She bounced down on it, and came back up. Her fingers closed over the waverunner’s hand grips for instant leverage.
He’s so deep. So thick…
It was just like riding the machine — Amanda had complete and total control. Only Jason was beneath her now. Inside her. Fucking her from beneath, his hands still on her hips.
For a moment she pretended she was jumping waves. That the up-down motion was the choppiness of the sea. Then Amanda felt him swelling inside her. His cock twitched, at the very last moment, and then he was slamming her down, hips first, into his lap.
“UNNNGGGHH!!”
He growled as he came inside her, one arm locked tightly over Amanda’s thighs like the steel lap bar of a roller coaster. Rather than fight it, she squirmed down into him. Gyrated her ass into his lap in order to maximize his pleasure. Already she could feel the hot soup of molten come swimming around in her belly. But she kept on grinding, kept fucking him throughout every last spasm of his beautiful, erupting cock.
When he was finished she leaned back and kissed him over her shoulder. Jason’s hands were clasped over her tits. She imagined for a minute what they must look like; two lovers frozen beneath the silver moonlight, at the exact moment of climax. Then she smiled and climbed off of him, leaving a trail of semen running from her freshly-spunked pussy.
“Ready now?” Jason asked.
“Yes please,” Amanda said sweetly.
They spent five whole minutes looking for her bikini bottoms. Sometime during the action they must’ve slid off the waverunner’s deck and slipped beneath the slick black water.
Amanda was only mildly embarrassed as they waded back and forth together, kicking and pawing blindly in the moonlit surf.
“Where the hell could they be?”
“Probably floated out with the tide,” Jason chuckled. “Don’t worry. They’ll be washed up on the beach by morning.”
In the dark their search was fruitless so they eventually gave up. Jason gunned the engine, and planted her back on the waverunner’s seat. “Let’s go!” he cried. Then he hit the throttle.
Amanda was sitting in front of him now, instead of behind. His arms felt good wrapped around her tiny waist, his big legs warm against her ass. Other than the life vest, she was pretty much naked. Entirely bottomless.
Instead of being uncomfortable, she found it strangely liberating.
Jason held her tightly as the machine buzzed along beneath them. He allowed her to steer them back and Amanda played around a bit, tearing a few sharp circles and figure-eights through the water to blow off steam.
Before long they’d picked out their tiny little lagoon.
Eight
Connor was already out on the sundeck, soaking in the hot tub as Amanda came striding up from the beach. He had his arms extended, his head lolled back against the headrest. Soothing steam rose all around him.
“Do I even wanna know?” he grinned, nodding toward the missing half of her bikini.
Amanda smirked back at him and shook her head. “Long story.”
“I’ll bet.”
She was finally cold now, both from the ride and being wet for so long. Amanda undid her bikini top, dropped it to the sundeck, and stepped into the hot tub. Then she slipped beneath the superheated water.
“OH MY GOD!”
The sensations overloading her brain were absolutely orgasmic. Like coming out of the cold and being enveloped in a warm electric blanket.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” she sighed.
Jason followed not far behind, having tied off the waverunner. He jumped into his own corner of the tub, teeth clenched, letting out a long, contented hiss.
For a few minutes they just sat there, the three of them, floating in silent bliss. Amanda leaned back, letting the jets wash the salt from her hair. The hot tub’s waters were almost baptismal. They soothed their tired bodies in ways that were both relaxing and invigorating.
The laughed a bit and talked some more, discussing things they might do the next day. Connor wanted to go wreck diving. Jason wanted to join one of the snorkel boats out by the reef. Amanda mentioned visiting the resort’s world-famous spa, and a debate raged as to whether the guys would rather play golf or go fishing while she was pampered there.
She kicked them both playfully beneath the waves. “You’ll have much more fun getting rubbed and massaged than playing stupid golf,” she said.
Jason laughed. “Depends on who’s doing the massaging.”
“Or the rubbing,” Connor added.
“Yeah,” said Jason. “Tell us more about the rubbing…”
He leaned in to tickle her, forcing Amanda out of her corner. She floated over to Connor and settled with her back to him, sitting between her husband’s outstretched legs.
“You have better jets over here,” she said, sighing. “Much better than on my side.”
Her husband’s hand slipped beneath her to check. “This one right here, under your ass?”
“That’s the one.”
Amanda felt his hands on her hips. He pulled her closer, positioning her until the jet was shooting directly upward, between her legs.
“Mmmmmmm…” she groaned. “Don’t tempt me!”
“Tempt you with what?”
Amanda scooted forward another inch, then another half inch after that. She spread her legs slightly.
“This jet,” she sighed, “is right on my…”
She closed her eyes and sighed some more. Her expression must’ve told a pretty good tale, because when she opened them again both guys were staring back at her.
“Hey don’t mind us,” said Jason. “Pretend we’re not here.”
The jet was just barely in front of her pussy now. Every time she leaned forward a tiny bit, it shot a steady stream of warm water right against her clit.
“You’re gonna get off like that, aren’t you?” Connor teased.
Amanda inhaled sharply, then let out a long, deep breath.
“I might,” she sighed. “I mean, I could come. God, I could come so easily on this thing…”
“Then do it.”
She bent slightly at the waist. Enjoyed the feel of the superheated water shooting through the outermost folds of her pussy, splashing against her clit.
“Mmmmm…” Amanda groaned now. Openly. Loudly. She looked up with eyes that were half-lidded. “You boys have both fucked me today. I’ve gotten you off in my pussy, once each. But I haven’t… Ohhhhh…”
Jason floated over on the other side of her. His hands moved up to gently cup her breasts.
“You haven’t come yet,” he finished for her. He took one of her nipples in his mouth. “Go on,” he urged, glancing up. “Let’s see.”
Connor chewed on her shoulder fro
m behind. He began kissing his way up her neck, slowly, while reaching around her waist and placing a hand over her own.
“Touch yourself…” he whispered.
Her eyes were closed. “I… I don’t even have to… I could just…”
He pushed her hand against the very top of her pussy, pressing down on the sensitive area just above her clit. It changed the pressure of the jet — made it wash back against her. The flow against her clit became stronger, more forceful. Amanda gasped.
“OH GOD…”
Jason’s mouth felt wonderful as he switched to the other nipple. He continued touching her breasts with both hands. Playing with them. Gently circling the areola with his thumbs…
“Ohhhhhhh…”
Amanda shuddered violently. Her entire body felt like it was burning, and not from the water. It was the desire. The feeling of need superseded by surrender; of being taken care of by two strong men. Of being ensconced in warmth and flesh, four strong hands, two wet mouths…
And the jets… the water and the jets…
She shifted again. One of the hot tub’s jets was shooting straight up her ass now. It felt like a hot wet tongue, swirling around down there, making her even hornier if possible. In the meantime, Connor had slipped a finger inside her. Two fingers…
“Someone has to fuck me…” she groaned. “One of you has to—”
“No,” Connor whispered into her ear. “No one’s going to fuck you…”
Amanda pressed harder, diverting the water more forcefully against her clit. Her husband was kissing her ear now, his tongue tracing its way around the outermost edge.
“You have to make yourself come. This is just for you…”
She grabbed his hand and pushed it away. It was blocking the jet. Suddenly there was more pressure, more warmth. More direct impact on her—
“Ohh… Ohh fuck…”
Amanda’s whole body bucked. Connor’s arms remained wrapped around her. Holding her steadily in place.
“I’m… I’m goin—”
Her jaw clenched hard as she came, almost biting her own tongue. Amanda’s legs clamped shut, trapping Connor’s hand between, and then she screamed from a place so deep inside herself it no longer even felt like a part of her own body.
“MMMMMMMmmmmmmMMMMMMM!!!”
Climaxing underwater was strange but amazing. It added a warmth and weightlessness that made everything all the more intense. Amanda came and she came, squirming her ass into the bottom of the tub as the jets kept pumping against her. When she finally opened her eyes the guys were watching again. Both were absolutely transfixed. Staring back at her as if they’d just witnessed something very rare, very beautiful.
“I… I just…
“Came buckets?” Connor laughed.
Amanda sighed. “Oh my God…”
Connor chuckled as Jason leaned in to kiss her. Amanda kissed him back, then turned over her shoulder to kiss her husband as well. The kissing was slow. Sensual. Full of meaning. She swooned as Jason’s mouth went back to her breasts, her chest still rising and falling with the exertion of such a powerful orgasm.
How am I ever going to be able to leave this place? she wondered in the back of her mind.
She reached forward and back at the same time. Both hands closed over two very hard, very ready cocks…
I want this.
She began stroking them both.
I want this forever…
Blinking hard, Amanda forced herself to stand up. The water dripped from every curve of her naked, heaving body.
“Well?” she asked as both men stared up at her. With a contented grin, Amanda turned and bent over slightly.
“Which one of you gets my ass?”
Nine
Amanda crossed the sundeck naked, her two husbands in tow. She had one hand on Connor, the other on Jason.
Both men were warm from the steaming water, both hard.
Both ready to fuck her.
They entered the bedroom slowly, dreamily, passing a towel back and forth between them. There were lit candles — probably from Connor’s early arrival — and white linens everywhere. The whole thing was beautiful, even surreal. It was sexy. Sensual…
Amanda’s heart raced wildly. Some of it was the sustained heat of the hot tub, and the enormous orgasm she’d just had.
Most of it was the anticipation of what was about to happen to her…
They’re going to DP me…
The thought had twisted her stomach into a knot, way back on their tiny island beach. That knot still hadn’t come undone yet. And she knew it wouldn’t come undone… not until after she’d done the deed.
One in my pussy… she thought excitedly. One in my ass…
She reached the edge of the bed and let go of them.
Who’s going to fuck me there? Which one will—
“Get on the bed,” said Connor. “I have an idea.”
Amanda slid onto the bed. Her body felt warm against the cool white sheets.
“Lay down. On your stomach.”
The low, commanding tone of her husband’s voice stoked her submissive side. Again she did as she was told.
What are they going to do? Amanda was face down. She reached for a pillow and buried her head into it. How are they going to—
Two hands clasped her shoulders. They were gentle, but the fingers kneaded her with a firm pressure. It felt amazing.
Is that Jason? Connor?
The idea of not knowing sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach.
“OH!”
Amanda jumped as a stream of liquid splashed across her back. It was too cold to be come. Too warm to be water.
And too slippery…
Massage oil.
She let out a long happy sigh.
The special oil Connor brought along for the honeymoon. The one that gets hot when you blow on it…
Four hands massaged her back, rubbing the oil deep into her skin. Already it felt warm. The friction of the two men rubbing and kneading her tired muscles was creating enough heat to warm her considerably.
One of her lovers lifted her hair and moved it aside. He went to work on her neck… her shoulders… rubbing those special places and pressure points that normally made Amanda’s whole body melt.
Connor. That has to be Connor…
Still she didn’t know. She wasn’t totally sure. And that part was very exciting.
The other pair of hands moved downward, to the small of her back. They massaged her ass, her hips, the backs of her thighs. They worked slowly but with firm pressure, rubbing the oil deep into her skin. Amanda could feel her whole body heating up. Every touch of the fingertips seemed amplified in her heightened sense of awareness.
Someone blew gently on her neck. For a split second the oil went hot — almost uncomfortably so — and then the burning faded into a soothing, radiating heat. A shiver ran down Amanda’s spine, from the nape of her neck to the very bottom of her coccyx…
… and at that exact moment, an oil-soaked finger slipped inside her ass.
“Ohhhhh…”
She sighed, remembering not to tense up. Her sphincter relaxed and the finger buried itself all the way up to the last knuckle.
It felt incredible in there.
Oh my God… Oh my—
The finger withdrew abruptly. Two strong hands spread her cheeks apart, someone inhaled, and then her other lover blew a stream of air directly onto her asshole.
“OH!!!”
It was hot. Fiery hot, but also dirty, filthy hot. Amanda had never felt so nasty. Her body so utterly open and exposed…
Someone blew again, this time along her back. The surface was broader, the heat nothing more than a pleasant warmth. Then the finger was back, and this time it was two fingers, pushing their way in. Pulling their way out, and then repeating again.
“You like that?”
Connor’s voice, only inches from her ear. Amanda nodded into the pillow as Jason’s two long fingers kept
plunging themselves in and out of her ass.
“You want his cock back there?”
She hesitated, whimpering. Then she nodded again, this time more slowly.
Yes, she thought. God yes I do…
“Ride me first,” Connor told her. He lifted her head, kissed her, and then flopped onto his back. Her husband’s cock was a railroad spike pointed straight at the ceiling. She wanted it in her mouth. Wanted it in her pussy…
Connor lifted her in his hands and helped her mount him. Amanda sighed happily as she impaled herself on his cock. His body was covered in oil now — somehow while they were massaging her, he’d been rubbing it in. Her hands went to his broad chest, feeling how hard and powerful it was.
God I love him.
Connor looked strong and magnificent, his body well-defined and glistening in the candlelight. Amanda bore down on it as she rocked forward and back, forcing him deeper inside her.
I love him so much…
He pulled her down, chest to chest, kissing her passionately while they fucked. The oil from his body was rubbing off on her own, getting Amanda slick and slippery. His hands worked it into her breasts now, tracing it across her nipples. She looked down and noticed they glistened beautifully in the flickering flames.
In the meantime, Jason was still massaging her from behind. He added more oil there, rubbing it into her back, squirting it all over her neck and shoulders. Very soon she was completely covered in it. Amanda gave in, relishing the feeling as her entire body began to feel like a slick, slippery hot mess…
There was so much of it, too. It ran down onto the sheets. Dripped in a thick river along her spine. The oil created shimmering pools that slid ever downward, along her shifting body, finishing right along the crack of her ass…
Amanda turned and looked over her shoulder.
Oh my God!
Jason was kneeling behind her. He had one hand on his balls, and the other was slowly stroking his cock.
Look at him…
His hands, his cock — everything was totally covered in oil. Amanda couldn’t stop staring at his big, thick erection. It gleamed brightly in the candlelight as their best man slowly fucked one clenched fist.
