Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 09:06:04 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Me, Carol and Raoul. Part five.

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         Part five.

  Ten minutes later, we circled the island for us to see it from the air
and I noted one beach was apart from the other two and guessed that that
was the nudist one and found later that I was correct in the assumption. A
minute or two later we landed on the sea and had the plane coast a little
to be tied up to a jetty. There were two dark natives, decently dressed,
there to help us evacuate the plane and led us up to the hotel's reception.

  There we were told what numbered room we had and that we would be taken
there and our baggage would be along in roughly half an hour. We were led
along a path that wandered through the palm trees passing a couple of
quaint wooden two storied chalets until we were shown our room which was on
the lower floor and left to inspect the inside. Carol went straight into
the bathroom to use the toilet and exclaimed about the size of it. `Look
Dick. It's twice the size of the one we have at home. You could swing a cat
round in this.' Which was exactly the same words that the designer had used
before it was built. (The story of how the island was transformed from
being barren to now be a luxury holiday retreat is told in the book
"Francis".)

  The bath and the shower cubicle were big enough for two people to use at
the same time and after having her pee, Carol quickly got her clothes off
and got into the shower cubicle, insisting that I joined her. Which I did,
literally, in having a knee trembler with Carol having her back up against
the tiles, her arms round my neck and her legs round my waist as I humped
away in fucking her for the first time in the beginning of our honeymoon.

  With us finally parting after me cumming inside her, I was relieved of
her weight and had her go down to suck on my still erect cock while we were
having the water spray down over us. She tried looking up at me but had to
keep shaking her head because of the water getting into her eyes and so she
soon stopped sucking on me and rose up and kissed me.

  This was carried on outside of the cubicle, being kissed all over whilst
trying to dry the pair of us at the same time. The bathroom had big towels
and even had glasses alongside the double wash basin which had cellophane
wrapped toothbrushes as well as tooth paste, soap, deodorants etc. Two huge
bathrobes were hanging behind the door which, when dried, we put on just in
time for me to open the door to the chalet after someone had knocked on it
from the outside.

  There were two waiters there, one with our baggage and the other with a
bottle of champagne and two glasses on a tray, which he placed on the
dressing table with a big smile before leaving us.

  The cork of the bottle was soon popped and we clinked our full glasses
together before downing nearly the whole glass full before refilling
them. Carol, being the wanton that she was, soon had her dressing gown off
and was naked on the bed, her glass in her hand and invited me to join
her. She then went and poured some drops of champagne over her lovely tits
and invited me to try her champagne. Needless to say, my gown was soon off
of me and I was sucking and licking the nipples of the champagne covered
tits. I even followed the trail it made down over her stomach and into the
soft bush that hid her pussy. I turned myself round as I licked my way
down, presenting her with my flaccid cock to suck and tease as I delved
into her pussy and tongued the inside.

  She had no trouble with me being on top in this sixty nine position for
it wasn't a problem then for her to take the whole of my limp cock into her
mouth. Back home, she had at one time got out a tape measure and saw that
when my cock was flaccid, it was thirteen and a half centimetres, that
being just over five and half inches in length. Went rampant, it measured
nineteen centimetres and in inches, this was then seven and a half
long. The head of the flaccid cock was the same as the length in its
circumference, and when erect, just over six inches. The base when erect
was the same then as the length. I didn't know then that the average man's
cock was six and half inches in length, but some exceeded even mine in
length, but these were few and far between.

  It was only after her teasing the head of my cock did it start to grow
and that's when she rolled me over so that she could then control just how
much of my cock she could have in her mouth as we carried on our sucking of
each other until I finally cummed in her mouth and she had an orgasm to
flood mine.

  So that was me cumming twice inside of an hour but her only having the
one orgasm, but saying that I had to see that she had at least two orgasms
a day and for me to cum as many times that I could while on this
honeymoon. She didn't achieve her number and I lost count of mine.

  By now, my stomach was rumbling and so we got dressed and made our way
back to the big house that not only had the reception but the lounge bar
and dining room on the ground floor. None of these having walls so that the
places were kept cool by the breeze that gently flowed through. Well the
dining room had two walls, one leading to the kitchen and the other backing
on to the staircase and reception. The lounge bar was open on three sides
and you could sit at the bar in the evening and watch the sunset as this
faced south. Well the whole island was north to south and half a mile long
but only three hundred and fifty metres across at the top end but seven
hundred at the lower end. It was really pear shaped, and the nudist beach
was on the lower east side, completely surrounded on the island side by
trees and a no go area for staff members. The only time they went onto this
beach, was first thing in the morning to make sure that it was clean.

  We went into the dining room and had the best meal I'd ever had, and the
wine was superb, having come from the owner's own vineyard in
France. Coffee was only served in the bar lounge where we could sit in the
shade and see the pool that was just below on the south side. This had
loungers round three sides and a waiter to see that anybody relaxing there
had a drink to cool down.

  By the time it was four o'clock, both Carol and I were very tired seeing
that we had been up for nearly the past sixteen hours and suffering from
jet lag, so we decided to give dinner a miss and go to bed. There still
seemed to be quite a few people in the lounge and around the pool though
not seeing any of those that had travelled with us and learned later, that
the total of people that had accommodation was seventy.

  So Carol and I went to our room and went to bed, that being the only
night there on the island that we didn't have sex.

                                                           *

  I must have some lovely dreams or I'm just randy, for every morning I
have a throbbing cock when I wake up, though now instead of jerking off, I
have Carol waking me by sucking on it or playing with it while she sucked
my balls. I'm not averse to her doing either, for it's a prelude, if I
don't cum in her mouth, for me to get across and fill her with that
pulsating member and give her my cum that way. Sometimes she has an orgasm,
but not usually first thing in the morning. She's more inclined to have
hers later in the day, though this changed on our honeymoon.

  So with me now awake with her sucking on me, pushed her off and over onto
her back and moved in between her legs and pushed myself up into the
waiting crevice.

  `Good morning Mr. Turpin,' she said, pulling my head down to kiss me. `A
lovely way to start the day,' her inside muscles flexing themselves round
my cock as it moved back and forth.

  `Good morning to you too Mrs. Turpin, and I agree with you though it's a
pity that I can't last as long as I would like,' as I began to really heave
myself into her, moving faster as I lifted myself up and just let my hips
do the moving of my cock inside her and began to shudder as I began
shooting my load up into the heated oven that my cock was feeding.

  `Yes, yes, yes,' she cried at feeling my cum splash her insides, her legs
squeezing my waist as I bucked on top of her. `I love feeling you cum
inside me and wished that you had more to give me.'

  `Well you'll have to wait awhile,' I said as I pulled out to a sucking
noise and rolled over onto my back.

  `There's always a little left over,' she said as she moved down the bed
to suck out any that was as well as licking me clean before finally letting
go of me as my cock begins to wilt.

  `Well let's have our shower and then breakfast. I'm hungry after missing
out on dinner,' I said, moving off the bed.

  `You're always hungry,' she said, though smiled as she said it. I leaned
over and kissed her.

  `I've got to feed my stomach so as to feed my balls to later feed you
with my cum, so up you get and have your shower so that we can start
feeding me to be able to feed you.' I gave a nipple a tweak before I moved
out of the way at the arm that swung over to smack me.

  `Beast!' she cried, but still followed me into the bathroom and
shower. There we washed each other and were soon back in the bedroom to get
dressed before going off for breakfast.

  Now that was even better than that we had received on the plane and after
thanking the waiter, we went and got some coffee from the lounge bar.

  `Do you serve drinks down at the beach?' I asked the barman.

  `No sir. Staff are not allowed on the beach where dress is optional.' A
nice way of saying that it is a nudist beach. `If required, a hamper may be
provided with drinks and even a cold lunch if you want to stay down there
all day.'

  `That sounds good. Who do I see to get such a hamper for two?' I asked.

  `No problem there sir,' he said picking up the phone that was behind
him. I heard him ask for a lunch hamper for two and he then put the phone
down. `Ten minutes and it will be here and I'll add whatever drinks you
would like, though I do advise taking water as well as anything strong, for
it gets quite hot during the day.'

  `Fine. Thank you,' and went and sat down with Carol to drink my
coffee. And true to his word, a waiter came into the lounge ten minutes
later with a hamper that he put on the bar and the barman put quite a few
different drinks inside and gave me a smile when he'd finished. We'd by
then, drunk our coffee and I thanked the barman and took the hamper and led
Carol back to our chalet where we both put on costumes and took four big
towels with us to take the path that led to this particular beach. I also
took along my camera.

  It was deserted when we arrived and I guess that it was about a quarter
of a mile long and the tree line was about forty yards from the sea. We
wandered along the sand moving down to be near the far end before laying
out two of the towels and putting the hamper down. I then shucked off my
swim costume and tossed it on the towel.

  `Dick! Your costume!' she exclaimed at seeing me stand there naked.

  `What about it?' I smiled at her.

  `Put it back on. You shouldn't be naked. What would people say if they
saw you as you are?' she cried.

  `That's a big man,' I grinned as I said it. `Other's will be doing the
same for this is a nudist beach.

  `What?'

  `A nudist beach. Where you can get a sun tan all over and even swim in
the sea without a costume on. We can even have sex here too,' I
added. `Didn't you sunbathe naked back in Saudi?'

  `Yes. But that was on the top of the house where you couldn't be seen,'
she replied.

  `Well we're not in Saudi now, for here you can be seen and I want to see
you start getting some colour to your backside for it's nearly white
now. Nor do I want to see white tits, but a pair of golden orbs that will
make me want to suck on them,' I told her as I went and sat down on a towel
and stretched out.

  `You're sure about this?' she then asked, still standing there in her two
piece costume.

  `Most certainly. No doubt you'll see some others coming out onto this
beach and then stripping off like me, so don't be a prude. Get that costume
off before I take it off for you.' She still looked doubtful, but slowly
then put her arms behind her back and undid the strings of the top part so
that her lovely breasts were then on view. Even more slowly, she pushed the
lower costume down and stepped out of it and quickly lay down then on the
other towel.

  `Are you sure about this? Why didn't you tell me earlier,' she asked.

  `I thought it would be a good surprise,' I said.

  `Well it sure was. Look! There's a couple just come onto the beach,' she
said in a whisper as though they could have heard her, and as she was on
the far side of me, she only had to lift her head to look over my body. I
turned my head to watch the couple moving on the beach but stopped, a good
hundred yards away if not further. The woman shook out two towels and
promptly took her costume off before lying down on the towel. The man with
her did the same.

  `There,' I said, turning my head to face her. `What did I tell you.'

  She gave out a grunt and laid down though every few minutes or so, she
would look over me at the other couple. It was a good half hour before she
poked me in the ribs.

  `Look! Look! He's humping her! They're having sex there,' she cried. I
turned my head and did indeed see them, Her on her back, her legs high with
him in between them, his backside moving up and down as he fucked, who I
assumed to be his wife or maybe a girl friend.

  `Good luck to them. Hope they enjoy it. So would you if you want this,' I
said as I wiggled my now fully erect cock at her at the prospect of fucking
her out here in the sun and on the sandy beach.

  `But they'll see us!'

  `So what. We've seen them humping, so why can't they see us,' I said, now
getting up onto my knees, my cock bouncing out in front of me. `Do you want
it or not?'

  `You know damn well that I do. What they will think?' she cried.

  `Lucky fucker will be what the man thinks. If she's got good eyesight,
will think that you are lucky to have a husband with a cock like mine,' I
told her as I moved over onto her towel and pushed her legs apart. Carol
only gave me a small sign of reluctance and didn't object to me then
getting onto my lower arms either side of her chest and then sinking my
cock into her pussy.

  `Oh Dick,' she cried, her legs coming up for me to them get fully inside
her, her arms coming up over my shoulders to pull my head down to kiss me
as I moved inside her. I don't think she gave any more thoughts as to what
the others might think as I ploughed her hot field. Such was my need, that
it wasn't long before I gave her my cum without her having an orgasm. She
cried out at feeling me cum her insides and even began lifting her hips up
as our groins met with some force.

  I came to a stop, breathing heavily, seeing her chest pumping up and down
as she panted, making her tits seem to swell every time her chest reached
its peak.

  `This is so decadent,' she smiled. `But nice.'

  `That I agree with,' I said as I pulled out to a little cry from her as I
did so, and rolled over onto my back, my cock smacking up against my
stomach.

  `Well I'm not going to suck on you with them looking on,' she said.

  `You will when the shyness wears off.'

  It didn't wear off on that first day , but she did suck on me the second
day on the beach. I also couldn't get her into the sea naked on that first
day either, but I did on the second day. By the third day, she was hooked
on nudism and didn't mind being only halfway along the beach and be lying
there naked in the sun and having couples walk past us to settle down on
their towels. Most days there would be at least seven or eight couples on
the beach and half of them would have sex as we did the same. I even got
Carol down into the sea and then fucked her in the shallows which she
thought was rather erotic at having the receding water move down round her
back, shifting the sand in the process. This being repeated every half
minute and helped in her having an orgasm at the same time as me cumming
inside her.

  After just the first week, we were both as brown as berries, though she
had insisted that when I was lying on my back, to have the head of my cock
covered in cream as she didn't want it to get sunburnt. That would have
meant less sex for her if it blistered. During that time, I had taken
several pictures of Carol lying naked on her towel with her taking some of
me, and also a small movie of her wading out from the sea, just like that
from a Bond film, only being naked now.

  It was on the Sunday of our second week that we met John and Joan
Jackson. Three J's they said they were known as. Carol and I had had our
breakfast and collected our daily hamper and were soon down on the beach
where we laid out our towels about forty yards from the path that led out
to this beach. We stripped off as usual and caught the early sun for at
least half an hour before I rolled over to Carol.

  `Ready?' I asked.

  `I've been ready since the moment we stretched out on the towels,' she
said smiling up at me and opened her legs for me to get in between. We
didn't care now who the hell saw us having sex, for it prompted many others
to do the same on this lovely beach.

  I'd entered Carol and was moving my ass up and down as we fucked when I
heard a voice.

  `Attay boy!'

  This brought me to a stop and looked to my left to see this woman
spreading her towel just a few feet away from me and the man with her laid
his on the other side as she stripped off her clothes to be as naked as we
were. Her husband doing the same as they then stretched out on their
towels.

  The woman looked at me. `Don't stop now. You looked as though you were
enjoying it. Don't mind me. I've seen it all before.' So I carried on
fucking Carol until I gave her my cum and came to a panting stop. I gave
her a kiss and pulled out and rolled over onto my back, my still erect and
wet cock smacking my stomach.

  `Wow!' I heard this woman say. `You must be a policeman with a truncheon
like that.' I opened my eyes to see that hers were focused on my cock. `I
wouldn't mind having that seeing to me.' I could see that the man with her
was up on an elbow and looking at it too.

  `I wouldn't mind having either. Both ways too,' the man said.

  `Don't mind him. He's my husband and bi-sexual. We quite often share a
man between us. My name's Joan Jackson and his is John. We're quite often
referred to as the three J's.'

  `Mine is Dick. Dick Turpin and behind me is Carol, my wife,' I told her.

  `Well you sure live up to your name Dick with the dick you have. I'm sure
John would just love to suck on that, just as I would after having it
inside me. Do you think Carol would let me have it?' My face went quite red
at the suggestion.

  `I...I don't know,' I stuttered. Seeing her lick her lips as she looked
at my cock again. John had now leaned up on an outstretched arm, looking at
it too and he also licked his lips and I could see that he had an erection,
though not as big as mine would be when fully erect. I turned my head to
see that Carol was now sitting up.

  `Carol. Would you let me have your husband for a session?' she asked,
looking at her.

  `If he wants to, though I'd want John if he does, just to make a
comparison between the two,' she replied.

  `Carol!' I exclaimed.

  `Well you know the old saying that a slice is not missed from a cut loaf,
besides, you might then really appreciate me. No offense Joan.'

  `Understood,' Joan replied. I was gobsmacked at Carol agreeing to this,
but to have another man fuck her with me being there to see it?

  `Go on Dick. Can't you see Joan wants you. With her sucking on you should
soon bring it up to its full potential. Joan. Let's change towels and I'm
sure you'll enjoy having Dick's dick.'

                                               *