Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 12:55:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-27

Early that evening it was with a great feeling of satisfaction that
Elizabeth and I departed from the luxurious beach house where little
Lori and Natalie were still practicing every kind of lesbian sex on the
body of their care-taker Melanie.  The only problem was that in all of
that licking and sucking and fucking, neither of us had even cum once,
as we guided our young hostesses to practice on each other.  So we
walked hand in hand down the beach, sharing a quiet intimate time full
of promise for mutual release of our lust.
We strolled past a small promontory of rock that thrust out into the
sea, and Liz commented that it was famous for its shallow tide-pools,
where people could see all kinds of sea life when the tide went out,
leaving fish and other wonderful creatures locked in tiny puddles.

The sudden darkness of the tropics fell as we approached the hotel, and
dozens (hundreds!) of tiki torches burst into flame to illuminate the
terrace and surrounding area.  Close by was a sparkling white tent with
no walls on the north or east sides.  The south and west walls
consisted of peg-board, with blister-packs containing unknown products.


Elizabeth and I decided to investigate, and there was Zeta!  This
little tent was her sales booth.  Folding tables with glistening white
table-cloths held an array of products for potential customers to touch
and feel.  There was a small round table out front with a couple of
chairs and a clip-board of order forms.  Zeta herself was talking to a
voluptuously large woman dressed in a way that was very formal under
the circumstances.  She wore a full one-piece fire-engine-red swimsuit,
with an under-wired bra top to support her massive breasts.

"Feel free to freely feel!" Zeta told the woman as I approached.  "Good
evening darling!" she called to me.  I slid into the one of her chairs
that faced the tent, and observed Zeta's potential customer.  It was
clear that she was thinking hard about the toys on display.
Fascinated, Elizabeth joined the woman in examining the sex toys by
tiki-light.  She moved closer to the woman in red, and the two of them
together admired a shiny black strap-on dildo.

"You here for the convention?"  Liz asked.

"No, just for some sun and some days away with my husband.  He's a
fishing nut, and likes to come down here to try for the big one."  The
woman in red was, apparently unconsciously, stroking the 8" hard rubber
cock in her hand.
"What room are you in?" Liz carried on the conversation amiably.

"That one."  The woman in red used the dildo as a pointer to indicate a
modern fishing boat tied up at the hotel's long dock.  It was one of
those tourist boats with the big swivel chairs set up on the long
afterdeck, and all the gear a would-be Hemmingway could need to land a
huge sailfish.  "My husband never leaves it.  He shares it with me at
night, and the skipper during the day."

"You want to take that thing for a test-drive?"  Liz asked just barely
loud enough for me to hear.

The woman in red blushed furiously as she realized what she had been
waving around in public.  "I, I couldn't, really, I've no-one to...."

But Elizabeth ignored her protestations and addressed Zeta directly,
"Is it OK if Mom and I check this one out?"

"Of course, dear."  Zeta assured her.  "I'm sure you'll have a
wonderful time.  Just rinse it off before you bring it back!"  Hastily,
I got up and joined my daughter, and we two walked off with the lady in
red between us, into the night.  I easily removed the dildo from the
woman's embarrassed grip, and slid it into a pretty gift bag Zeta
handed me.

I asked the woman in red about herself.  Her name was Sue, and she was
from one of those northern states where it is always too cold to take
your clothes off.  Besides, she needed some support for her massive DD
tits, so it was no wonder her swimsuit included a built-in heavy-duty
bra.  As we walked along the beach, Liz and I each slid an arm around
her waist, and soon let our hands fall lower until we were fondling the
cheeks of her ass.
By unspoken consent we headed straight for the boat, and as we strolled
down the length of the dock, I told her, "You know, most men find
watching two women getting it on to be a major turn-on.  So you go on
ahead and tell your hubby he has to do everything your friends say, if
he wants a real treat.  OK?"

Sue seemed to like that, and as we approached the boat she ran ahead,
climbed down into the boat and disappeared into the cabin.  Liz and I
could hear voices, and I could see that the big chairs bolted to the
rear deck were equipped with 4-point seat belts, including shoulder
straps.  I think it's a macho thing so the fisherman can feel like Mr.
Jet Pilot, while trying to reel in a fish.

Soon enough, Sue reappeared with her man.  He was not bad looking if
you like that physical type, wearing shorts and a T-shirt.  He stopped,
and stared,  open mouthed, up at the two of us on the dock.  Obviously
he wasn't expecting two women, clad only in chinese straw hats and
thong bikini bottoms.  "Hi sailor, permission to cum aboard?" I teased
him.

He gulped, "Uh, sure!"

"Thank you, but first you have to get in this chair here, and strap
yourself in good and tight, and after that if we hear the click of the
lock release, we're out of here.  OK?"

"Yeah, right!" the man scrambled into the near chair and fumbled with
the shoulder straps in his haste to comply.  Then, with the energy and
limberness of youth, Liz jumped down into the boat, then turned to give
me a hand as I stepped first on the gunwale, then down onto the deck.

Using little stirrups that reminded me of the gynecologist's office,
the man could turn his chair any way he wanted, and he aimed it
straight at Liz and me as we removed our hats and I set aside the
little bag.  Liz was facing him, so I knelt at her side so as not to
spoil the view as I pulled the thong down her long, slim legs.  There
was only the moon and the stars and the glow of the far-away terrace
torches to see by, but it was enough.  The only sounds were the gentle
creaking of the boat against the bumpers that kept it from banging the
dock; and a distant reggae band.

I turned to face him, and Liz got behind me to pull down my thong and
expose my shaved pussy to his lustful gaze, but we weren't here to give
a man a girlie show, and immediately turned our attention back to Sue.
Her swimsuit had a strong hook at the bra-back, and a zipper that ran
down from there to her ass.  Quickly Liz and I undid both, then guided
her over to stand in front of the other fishing chair.  We turned her
to face her man, and each gripped one of her shoulder straps; me on her
left and Liz on her right.

It didn't matter that he had seen Sue's tits a zillion times before.
This time he was going to see them worshipped and adored by two other
horny women.  Slowly, evenly, we lowered her straps and let those
luscious mammaries spill out.  I caught the weighty flesh of Sue's left
tit in my left hand, just as my daughter did the same on her other
side.  Gently I lifted it to gaze at the raspberry-sized nipple in the
midst of a wide dark aureola.  Elizabeth, following my lead, did
everything I did except on her side and the tiniest fraction of a
second later.

And so it was that the still night air was shattered by the cry of ,
"aaawwwAAAWWW!" as our tongues brushed for the first time across Sue's
fat, juicy nipples.  They seemed extraordinarily sensitive.  Either
that or Sue was an unusually noisy lover.  It was probably a good thing
that the reggae band on the terrace favored lots of volume.  Since Sue
seemed to enjoy having her nipples gently attended to, Liz and I kept
that up for a long time as they slowly grew harder.  She put her arms
around our shoulders for support as Liz and I pushed her fat nipples
together to trap them between our tongues.  We sucked and licked as a
Sue's cries grew to a scream as she started to cum.  I slid a hand down
her belly to her nylon-clad pussy and felt how wet it was with her
woman-juice, then returned my fingertips to her tits and my mouth, and
shared with Liz the taste of her woman-juice.

"Take it off!" I whispered to my daughter, and Liz began to sink toward
the deck as I started to kiss and lick my way up Sue's neck toward her
ear.  I nibbled gently at her earlobe, and she quivered as Liz pulled
the swimsuit down over her hips.

"Here!  Have a good sniff!"  Liz said as she tossed the suit at the man
who was only about eight feet away.

"Now just sit back and let us please you!" I whispered in Sue's ear,
and eased her back into the second fishing chair.  She sank into it and
allowed my daughter and I to raise her legs high in the air, exposing
her sex to the night air.  Elizabeth moved to lick at the backs of
Sue's knees, her tongue drawing slow swirls around the backs of the
woman's thighs.  I joined her and began to tease the back of Sue's
other thigh with my tongue.  We were careful not to obstruct her man's
view of her wide-open pussy as we slowly slurped our way toward her
perineum.

Sue wiggled and squirmed delightfully, kicking her feet in the air.
She squealed and gasped and begged us to move more quickly toward her
cunt.  I have to admit it was tempting to just mash my face into her
hot drooling hole, but I was having too much fun teasing her.  Just as
I approached her vaginal opening and her heavenly aroma was about to
overwhelm me, I veered away for a tongue tour around her ass.  This
seemed to drive Sue absolutely nuts as she wiggled her bum to try to
grind it against Liz's lips and mine.  My daughter's mouth approached
mine as we converged toward Sue's anus, but Sue seemed to go rigid as
we came close, so we both guessed that she wasn't quite ready for that.
 "Go for it!"  I whispered to Elizabeth, and instantly she moved in to
lap up the woman-nectar that was flowing freely from Sue's cunt.

"Oh!  Yes!" our victim screamed into the night as my daughter's tongue
jabbed into her hot honey hole.

I backed away and stood, taking a proud moment to admire Elizabeth's
cunt-lapping technique before I moved to grab the fancy little gift bag
we had brought along.  With a great flourish I withdrew the strap-on
dildo and brandished it over my head.  "You want to get fucked, Lady?"
I asked.  "Well, you're gonna get fucked.  You're gonna get fucked by
this dick that can fuck all night and never get soft!"

Liz redoubled her efforts at gobbling the pussy before her as I
strapped on the menacing-looking black tool.  It wasn't huge, but it
was the size Sue had been admiring.  I made sure that both Sue and her
man had a good view as I tightened the buckle at my hip, then spat on
my hand before I started to jerk on the hard rubber fuck-toy.

Sue's screams went off the decibel scale as she yelled, "Yes, fuck me,
lick my cunt! Fuck me!  I'm cummmmminnnng!"  I had to stare in open
admiration as Liz just kept on slurping up the gush of sex-juice that
flooded out of Sue's dark tunnel.  When the torrent seemed to slow I
put a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder to let her know it was my turn.

Instantly Liz jumped up, giving the man his first clear view of his
wife's crotch in several minutes.  He also got a hot look at Liz's wide
grin and taught tits dripping with Sue's cum.  I made a twirling motion
with my finger, and my daughter instantly understood.  We wanted the
man to see my big black cock plunge into his wife's twat, so she spun
the chair around so it was almost in profile to his view, then got
behind the chair to reach around and resume playing with Sue's tender
nipples.

Sue cried out again in her passion, as I moved into position and held
the fat black dick at the entrance to her excited cunt.  It had a
realistic head, and ridges that exaggerated the natural veins of a
man's cock.  She screamed, as thrust my hips forward to I ease the hard
tool inside her.  She was so totally lubricated that after an initial
resistance just to gain entry to her tight passage, my cock slid smooth
as silk right in up to the hilt.

Slowly I began to slide my cock in and out of her, and she went wild!
"Yes!  Give it to me!  Give it to me hard!"  With a demand like that,
what could I do but oblige?  Liz was busy sucking on Sue's neck and she
played with the woman's swollen-to-bursting nipples as I gradually
picked up the pace.  I gripped Sue's raised knees for balance as I
banged vigorously in and out of her sopping cunt.

"Aaaaggghh!" Sue's face contorted into a rictus of lust as I slammed
that fake cock faster and faster in and out of her.  Suddenly I felt a
gush of fluid splash against my inner thighs as she came again, and
kept on cumming!"
That horny feeling inspired me to fuck the poor woman harder and
faster, as her limbs began to flail helplessly around, and I had to
hold the backs of her knees firmly to keep from being kicked in the
face.  "No, No more!" Sue managed to squeak, but I wasn't about to
stop!

I just kept up my lust-crazed pounding until my daughter brought me
back to earth.  "Hey Mom!  You're wasting all that tasty cum!  Let me
take care of it!"  I abruptly withdrew the dripping dildo from Sue's
snatch, and Liz ran around to help the bewildered woman stand up.  I
had to hold Sue to keep her from falling, as Liz jumped in the chair
upside down, so that her ass was against the headrest and her face
looked up from the middle of the seat.  It was easy to see what Liz had
in mind, so I spun poor Sue around and urged her to kneel on the chair
with her clit over my daughter's mouth.  Of course, that left Sue's
face squarely in Elizabeth's irresistible pussy, and the two of them
fell to gobbling each other in a kind of twisted vertical 69.

Then I blessed my daughter's wonderful idea, because Sue's anxious open
pussy was still before me to take her from behind.  I didn't hesitate a
moment before plunging my cock back into her hot wet hole.  Sue's
scream was only slightly muffled by the fact that her face was firmly
planted between Elizabeth's lovely slim thighs.  As I kept on fucking
her, the firm tool bumped repeatedly back against my own clit.  It was
driving me crazy as I pumped her faster and faster, striving for my own
orgasm.
Sue must have blown every gasket in her body by the time I finally
managed to ram that tool into her enough to bring myself to a
desperately needed climax, and I collapsed over her back to try to get
my breath.

I kissed the back of Sue's neck as she was lazily licking from the
puddle of cum that welled forth from Elizabeth's sated pussy.
Gradually I regained my strength and withdrew from Sue, then helped her
to her feet too.  We kissed, slowly and thoroughly, with both of us
acutely aware of the hard cock that still thrust between the woman's
thighs.  As we finally broke of our kiss, Sue closed her eyes and
smiled, as I felt her grip my shaft between her legs.

A slight movement brought us both back to awareness, as Liz managed to
right herself.  Sue and I smiled at each other for a moment, before she
released her grip on my cock.  We exchanged a last peck on the lips,
before Liz and I grabbed our hats and our thongs and climbed out of the
boat to run down the dock.  We were half-way back to the terrace before
Liz slowed down, and told me, "Mom, even here I think you ought to take
that thing off before we get back."

We giggled as I removed the strap-on and we both resumed our thongs.
And as we strolled together back toward the hotel, Liz commented, "Did
you see the big wet spot on that guy's shorts?  I sure hope he can get
it up again for her!"
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To the real Sue, congratulations on your most recent bit of
naughtiness!