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Maura and Rob flew south, seeking the warm rays of the sun so absent from their home in Michigan’s “Winter Wonderland.” Just a short little getaway. Five days was all they could spare from their busy schedules.

They hoped to spend some time in Miami people-watching. Out on South Beach, even in February, there were sights to see as people, nearly naked, worshipped the sun.

Maura had brought just the necessities with her on this trip. That included one warm outfit just in case the weather turned cold. But the majority of her outfits were light, bright and summery. And, of course, her sexy lingerie with which she would mercilessly tease her spouse. Although married for a decade, it never failed that she could arouse his passion by merely parading around in some skimpy outfit or another.

Maura had packed two swimsuits for the hotel pool and the beach. The suit for the hotel was of the “full coverage” variety. Her halter beach bikini, however, beautifully packaged and barely contained her full, firm breasts. At most, it covered about half of those gorgeous orbs; but the slide triangles could be made much narrower. The thong tied on the sides and was not entirely immodest as the string running between her lovely cheeks was about an inch thick.

But Maura had hopes of not wearing the suit at all. On an earlier trip she and Rob had found a delightful stretch of beach where anything goes -- or, rather, “everything goes” -- on most days. Not an official nude beach, the far end was a cove, sheltered by a large sand dune. It was here that they had observed people cavorting naked.

In the cove, snow-white sand stretched back from the shore a good fifty feet even at high tide. The wind coming off the ocean was usually gentle, and a beach volleyball pit provided a place for the buff younger set to stay in shape while perhaps tantalizing themselves with fantasies of other, more intimate, sporting events.

The flight from Detroit to Miami was uneventful. They managed to navigate the airport with a minimum of distress, found their luggage where it was supposed to be, and were whisked in a cab directly to their hotel without incident, breathing in the intoxicating warmth. Not yet noon, the temperature was already a balmy 70 degrees -- 50 degrees warmer than Detroit. High for the day was expected to be 76, according to their driver.

Arriving at their sizable room, they were pleased to see they had the ocean view they requested. Also in the room was a bottle of champagne and a dozen roses. “Ah, this is the life,” thought Maura as she stretched her weary body over the king-sized bed.

“So, Maura, what do you think? A swim in the pool? Or a swim in the ocean? Which one should we do before lunch?” asked Rob.

“Which would you like, Rob?” she asked.

“Well, let’s see. My eyes might get a better workout on the beach ....” His voice trailed off.

“Okay. Then the beach it is. But I’ll need to take my sunscreen and hat and something to drink. I don’t want to spend our vacation in agony with a bad burn.”

“Let me see if I can get some bottled water from the drugstore on the corner while you get ready,” said Rob. Off he went to secure the necessary provisions.

Maura debated which suit she should wear. The debate didn’t last long. After all, they were here to enjoy the sun, enjoy each other and enjoy watching and being watched -- not necessarily prioritized in that order.

She slipped into the thong, running her fingers along the waistband. “Waistband,” she giggled. “What a ridiculous name for something that comes closer to your pussy than your waist!”

She ran her fingers along the sides of the triangle that covered her mons. It was not one of those immodest bikinis that Rob had shown her -- a single string both front and back where the front was actually worn between the vaginal lips. No, this suit was quite modest by comparison, spreading out a full three inches at the top and covering the little tuft of hair that she cultivated. It was a close call however. The waistband dipped so low that Maura’s garden patch was almost exposed from above; and the triangle was a slide bikini so it could be bunched up much smaller than its full three-inch width. “I could ALMOST wear it between my lips,” she thought.

Before Rob returned, Maura donned a full-length cover-up that was opaque enough to hide the suit. She also swept back her hair, although she knew she would need a shampoo upon her return. Maybe Rob would do that for her. She was dreaming of that sensual fantasy when Rob returned. Such a warm smile on her face! He basked in her radiance.

“I bought what I could, Maura,” he said. “They didn’t have any cold water, so I got a six-pack of these hard lemonade drinks and a small cooler. We’ll grab some ice from the machine down the hall and be ready to go in a couple of minutes.”

“Okay, Rob. You get changed and I’ll go get the ice. I do want to take some water, though. You know I’m a cheap drunk.” They both laughed. Rob kissed her and patted her behind as he rummaged through the luggage to find his swim trunks and beach shirt. Maura put on her sandals and walked down the hall to secure some ice from the noisy machine.

Returning to the room, Maura found it locked. She knocked, but Rob had moved into the bathroom for a moment and did not hear her. Housekeeping was right there, however; and after seeing Maura with the hotel’s ice bucket, assumed she was indeed a guest and let her into the room. Maura thanked the maid for her assistance.

Rob emerged from the bathroom and stretched. He looked like a big cat waking from a nap, Maura thought. “Are you ready to go, Big Boy?” she asked, affectionately patting his cock through his suit. “Where would you like to go?”

Maura knew Rob’s answer before he uttered it. “How about the cove at the end of the beach?” he asked, pulling on his sandals.

“Well, I suppose the sun will be shining there,” she laughed. “I guess that means you want me to be naked and expose my white body to everyone our first day here!”

“Well, sure, Honey. Why not? Besides, that way they can see the progressive tan you acquire in the days to come. I’m SURE we’ll have a lot of repeat customers to our little corner of the beach -- once they see you naked.”

Together they left the room, Rob carrying the cooler and his camera, and Maura holding two large beach towels. And the room key.

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The back door of the hotel was right on the beach. As they walked along, side by side, Maura stopped to remove her sandals. She loved the feel of the fine sand between her toes. They passed by the hotel’s lounge chairs and headed north along the shore. Maura could not resist the temptation to dip her feet in the ocean for the first time. She laughed as a wave, bigger than the others, caught her and drenched her from mid-thighs down.

They passed by perhaps a dozen people as they walked on. Most were stretched out, prone or supine, capturing as much sun as they could. Some were already tanned. Others bore the telltale sign of catching the first warm rays of the season. All of the sun worshippers were properly attired, although one young woman had removed her top and was lying face down on her towel. Rob made a mental note of the swell of her breasts pressed against her towel.

The lovers walked on beyond the hotel property to a stretch of beach that was not owned by any hotel -- a rare piece of real estate, to be sure. This ocean frontage was nearly five hundred feet in length. Pure and pristine, the sparkling beach sported no chairs or other amenities.

At the far end was the cove they sought. Their spot was set back from the water’s edge, and was partially sheltered from the ocean breeze by a large dune. Nearer the shoreline was a volleyball net, incongruously taking up space in this primitive setting.

“Let’s move back out of the wind, Rob,” said Maura. The temperature was still rising; but she knew that the ocean breeze would subtract several degrees from their comfort level. Maura spread out the towels behind the dune; and she and Rob laid down their supplies and their bodies, finally having reached their true Florida destination.

The sun had passed the noontime zenith as they looked out over the Atlantic. Rob stood behind his bride and cuddled her from behind, hugging her body close to his. How she loved the feel of his hands as he caressed her tender flesh. And as he cupped one breast and kissed her neck, she sighed and relaxed back into his body.

Rob was the first to break their reverie. He gently pulled her down to the towels and lay back so that she could rest her head on his torso. With a sweet murmur of happiness she did just that, nestling into his chest and shoulder. They both sighed their contentment, utterly at peace with the world and with each other at this moment, so frozen in time.

Looking around, Maura saw absolutely no one. Determined to get the best tan possible in just a few days, she sat up and removed her top. Her full alabaster breasts were tipped by firm, pink nipples which puckered in the slight breeze. “I’ll bet the water is cold today. What do you think, Rob?”

“You never know, Maura. Sometimes there’s a warming current running through that makes the water warmer than you’d think. Only one way to find out.”

“Why don’t you go first,” she implored. “If you don’t freeze your butt off, maybe I’ll join you.”

Up for the challenge, Rob stood up and walked out into the surf. It was positively freezing -- but he didn’t want to let her know that. “This is the warmest I can ever recall it being this time of year,” he lied. “Come on in and see for yourself.”

Maura stood up, her bare breasts fully catching the breeze, further hardening her nipples to fine diamond points. “Okay, Mister. Here I come.”

Maura ran into the surf, getting about ten feet in before the cold shock hit her. At the same time, a large roller came in and knocked her down. She came up sputtering and looking daggers at her husband who was beside himself with laughter. Maura couldn’t decide whether to attack and dunk him ... or run for the cover of warm, dry land. She opted for the latter.

Upon reaching the towels, teeth chattering, Maura shivered slightly as she realized wet towels would also be chilling. Without a second thought, she removed her thong and lay back on the towel. The rays of the afternoon sun, and being out of the breeze, soon warmed her back to sanity and contentment.

Rob quickly tired of his polar bear antics and joined his lovely spouse. He, too, saw the wisdom of doffing his swim trunks; and his penis, shrunken by the cold, again grew to prideful size. Seeing this, Maura helped the situation along by grasping his shaft and lightly stroking him as they lay side by side.

Rob could feel his tumescent cock stirring from the depths of his scrotum. He loved the attention Maura lavished on him! Before long, he was saluting the heavens with a raging erection.

“My, but he seems anxious to start our vacation,” Maura smiled, taking the head of Rob’s cock between her lips and licking around the crown. Rob groaned his appreciation. He groaned even louder as Maura rose to her knees and swallowed Rob’s prick deep in the confines of her throat. She took him in -- all of him -- and her throat muscles caressed his manhood as she bobbed her head up and down in a rhythm know only to her. He trusted her pace, however; and she soon had him on the verge of eruption.

They both loved it when she sucked the cum completely from his body. Often she would wipe the remnants of his orgasm from her face and body with a finger, and then suck that finger like a miniature cock while looking coquettishly into his eyes. Such eroticism! It never failed to stir his soul. Quite often, it stirred other parts as well, resulting in a repeat performance.

But today was not to be one of those days. Maura had other ideas. Backing off from Rob’s pole, she stepped over him, careful not to drag any sand with her. Straddling his waist, she lowered her body, squatting over him. As she made contact with his raging cock, she spread her lips to ease his entry. In one swift move that brought a soft cry of pleasure from them both, she dropped her cunt the full length of his erection, impaling herself on his stiff engine of lust.

Ah, such joy. Fucking naked in the sun. She knew that Rob had been close to release while she was deep-throating him; and she knew he could not last long. Determined to find her own reward, Maura slid her pussy back and forth, her clit rubbing against his pistoning rod with every stroke. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. At last, she felt that overwhelming bubble of joy in her gut as her climax took her. And as her spasming vaginal walls gripped and milked Rob’s cock, he poured his seed up into her sucking pussy; and she fell forward into his tight embrace.

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They clung to each other for several minutes, regaining their breath. They both realized the need to return to the sea to wash away the effluence of their passion. As they splashed in the frigid water, they saw a group of young men approaching. Maura thought it prudent to return to their towels and put her suit back on.

The young men were three in number. One of them held a volleyball. The other two carried a sizable cooler. They looked to be in their late teens or early twenties. Probably students on an early spring break, Maura surmised.

Rob was lying flat on his back, his soft cock resting comfortably after its workout. Maura, her bikini back in place, propped herself up on her elbows and watched as the three boys stopped about twenty feet from their towels.

The blond youth carrying the volleyball was a real hunk, she thought. Standing over six feet tall, his chiseled chest gave proof that he worked out regularly. The other guys were shorter. The shortest one, probably of Latin descent was build like a fireplug. His thick trunk, arms and legs proclaimed his power. The third man sported a reddened body evidencing too much sun. Fair complexioned, he was of medium build and height. All three sported baggy shorts with the logo of a local college team.

They opened their cooler and pulled out three beers. Toasting themselves, and their good fortune to be alive on such a beautiful day, they stood and drank their beer in short order. Each of them peeked over at Maura, admiring her upthrust torso as it strained against the confines of her abbreviated bra. Even at its most modest level of coverage, her top did nothing to hide the sides of her magnificent breasts.

Maura could hear them engaged in some earnest conversation, but they were too far away to discern what they were discussing. The tallest of the three reached into the cooler and walked over to Maura and Rob. Smiling, he asked if they would care for a beer. No big deal. They had plenty.

The ice broken, Maura said she would prefer one of the lemonades they had brought. Rob accepted a beer. The other two boys joined the group, openly staring at the delectable Maura as their mate popped the tops off the two drinks.

“My name is Jeremy,” the tall fellow announced. “Pete and Mike” -- he gestured to the shortest man first -- “and I were hoping to find some folks to play beach volleyball with. Are you at all interested?” His voice was hopeful as he looked at Maura.

“I wouldn’t be very good,” Maura demurred. “But I’m willing to give it a try. What about you, Rob?”

Rob wanted nothing to do with this form of exercise. His legs were still weak from the screwing they had done earlier. “I can be a scorekeeper and referee,” he said.

“Well, okay,”said Mike. “Jeremy, you’re the best player. Maura says she’s not very good. If you two are a team and Pete and I are a team, we might be evenly matched.”

Everyone agreed that would be the fairest way to pair off. Maura said, “But I’m not going out there without sunscreen. And Mike, you look like you really need some as well. Come here, and I’ll rub some on you.”

For the first time that day, the other guys actually envied Mike for his sunburn. Maura applied a generous amount of lotion to Mike’s back and neck, making sure to cover the top of his ears and nose. She knew the effect she was having on these students as she heard them stop breathing. Mike actually started to pant. Maura turned him around and rubbed some of the slippery substance on his chest, smoothing it across his nipples and down over his abs. The smile on Mike’s face could not have been arranged any better by a mortician if Mike had ACTUALLY died.

No one paid any attention to Rob. He was quite interested in seeing just how far his wicked wife would take the teasing of these young men. He laid back and partially closed his eyes as if sleeping. Maura saw him and said, “Well, I need some lotion ... and it looks like the sun and beer got to Rob. Can someone please do my back?”

Jeremy’s long arms beat out the other guys to snatch the bottle from Maura’s hand. She smiled sweetly at their eagerness, and turned her back to Jeremy. He slathered a large dollop of sunscreen between his palms and started to rub it into Maura’s neck and shoulders. More of a massage than a simple application of sunscreen; but she gave him no reason to change his application technique.

Down her back he went, sliding his hand under the string and from one side to the other. Jeremy was doing everything in his power to assure that the sun would never burn even one centimeter of exposed flesh. “Such a thoughtful boy,” Maura chuckled to herself. Glancing down, she saw that Jeremy’s shorts were tenting noticeably. “Well, maybe a thoughtful man!” She smiled, looking in Rob’s direction. He, too, was smiling beneath half-closed eyes.

Jeremy made quite certain that no rays could touch her ribs, either. Reaching around, he rubbed some of the lotion into her belly. Pulling her toward him, his hands traveled up to the triangles of her bra. Maura made no effort to stop him. For his part, Jeremy coated the outside exposed portions of her breasts. He groaned as he resisted the desire to slip his hands beneath the garment and feel her rock-hard nipples, which by now protruded forcefully against their thin cloth barrier.

Maura sensed that her volleyball partner was about to lose control. Not yet finished with teasing the guys she said suggestively, “Thanks. I think I’m pretty well coated now. Shall we play?”

Jeremy, who had forgotten all about sand volleyball, reluctantly stopped rubbing her body. He dragged the back of his hand across Maura’s right breast as he reluctantly pulled away, giving both of them a jolt of electricity in the process.

Mike and Pete took up a position on one side of the net, while Maura and Jeremy took the other. Not wanting to run too far or too fast, Pete drew the out-of-bounds lines well inside the normal ones, shrinking the size of the court. Maura crouched down waiting for Jeremy to serve the ball. A view of her ass caused a bit of delay for Jeremy, but eventually he made the serve.

Neither Pete nor Mike made a play on the ball as it dropped squarely between them. It’s not that they were afraid of crashing into each other; rather, both were staring at Maura’s cleavage now so prominently on display. Three more points were scored on Jeremy’s serves before the other team could return a single volley -- and not due to Jeremy’s great prowess. It was due to his partner’s great distraction of the other team!

When Pete and Mike finally started to play volleyball, they were pretty good. Even Pete could spike the ball. They were careful not to slam it directly into Maura, and end both the game and their visual pleasure.

For her part, Maura tried to keep up with these three boys who were half her age. She had always been athletic. Growing up the only girl in the family, she had often played rough and tumble sports with her brothers and was still in excellent shape. She ran from side to side and from the front of the court to the back assisting Jeremy in their joint effort to vanquish the other two players. On more than one occasion, Maura dove for the ball sliding on the soft sand. Even when she was able to reach the ball, no one particularly cared where it went. They were too busy looking to see if her suit had shifted.

Maura could feel the strings stretching. On one spectacular dive, the string around her neck came untied, aided slightly by the clever vixen. As Maura stood up, the top slipped giving the men quite a show. Feigning shock and surprise, Maura made a futile effort to conceal both breasts with one arm as she retrieved her top. “Oh, I guess it doesn’t matter,” she said. “Now that you’ve seen me anyway.”

She tossed her top in the direction of her towel and Rob who was no longer pretending to sleep. Watching Maura bounce around the court was such a treat for the three men that she immediately became the best player on either team. Careful now not to dive for the ball, she fell backwards after missing a return from Mike. She landed on her butt at Jeremy’s feet. Her partner extended his hand to help her up; but at the same time, he stepped on the string tie at the side of her thong. Pulling her to her feet had the effect of ripping the garment from her body, and she now stood naked before them.

Pete whistled softly in appreciation. Mike stared, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Jeremy, for all of his bravado, stood like a statue still holding the hand of his naked partner.

Maura looked over at Rob and winked. This was a scene they had created in their minds years ago. Now, here at last, was Maura’s opportunity to take three fresh, young cocks on a journey none of them would ever forget.

Maura placed Jeremy’s hand on her breast as she knelt in the sand before him. He kneaded the finely-raised flesh with his palm, pulling her aureola with cupped fingers and eliciting a moan from the lovely woman. While Jeremy played with his new toy, Maura reached up to his elastic waistband and pulled his shorts down. His long, skinny cock caught on the garment, and Maura was required to pull the elastic toward her to free his raging beast. The head popped free of restraint, and aimed its blind eye right at her face.

Maura wasted no time in taking Jeremy into the closest orifice -- her hot, hungry mouth. Jeremy’s cock was a curved scimitar, and Maura had to lean back to claim his crown. Once in, she encircled his shaft with thumb and index finger while her other hand lovingly cupped his balls.

Compared with the thinness of his penis, Jeremy’s sack was huge. Maura rolled his eggs gently in the palm of her hand. They felt like small oranges! They were enormous! She could not know that all three of them had been on the beach looking for sexual adventure for nearly a week -- without success.

Mike and Pete warily looked over at Rob to see whether Maura’s husband would rescue her and beat them all to a pulp. Rob smiled at them and pulled out his camera. Sensing they had nothing to fear, they walked over to this fellatrix of their wet dreams and dropped their shorts as they flanked their buddy.

Maura was in heaven. She had three young cocks ready for action. The looks of pure animal lust on their faces let her know that she would soon receive the fucking of a lifetime. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be ravished repeatedly by these young studs.

Momentarily withdrawing her lips from Jeremy’s fleshy stalk, she seized Pete’s weapon of pleasure. True to his stature, his cannon was short -- perhaps five inches -- but incredibly thick. To a large degree it resembled a beer can as she held it in both hands. It was a challenge for Maura to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate his girth, but she was up to that challenge. She hoovered the bulky sausage into the back of her mouth and tongued the head of his prick. While masterfully handling Pete’s throbbing member, she resumed hand contact with Jeremy and Mike, masturbating their shafts with enough vigor to keep them rock hard.

Next it was Mike’s turn to explore Maura’s tonsils. His was just a pleasantly plump, mid-size dick -- the kind that Maura delighted in taking all the way into her throat. The contrast of Mike’s sunburned body with the lily-white area previously covered by his shorts was painfully striking. Abandoning the other men for a moment, Maura placed one hand on each globe of Mike’s ass and pulled him deeply into her mouth. She moaned, and her cry was echoed by all four men present. By twisting her head slightly to the side, she was able to take in an additional few centimeters; and her efforts were gratefully acknowledged by Mike whose knees buckled.

Jeremy stepped behind Maura and squatted down. Reaching under her butt, he felt her pussy and knew she was quite ready to receive his sword. He rubbed the tip of his slender prick against her lips for a moment and was rewarded when Maura thrust her sex back to meet his. In one swift push he engaged her body fully, causing her to gasp and momentarily break contact with Mike.

Jeremy groaned as he bottomed out in Maura’s molten cunt. He knew he would not last long, having been without sex for so long. Especially since this experienced sex goddess was driving him crazy, squeezing his cock on every outward pull. With such heavenly friction at both ends of his stroke, Jeremy was doomed to an early climax. He grasped his heavy balls and the base of his fuckstick hoping to delay his release -- all to no avail. At the last possible instant, he pulled himself from Maura’s delightful pleasure palace and shot a single stream of jism from her neck to her ass. Then quickly slipping his cock back between her delightful twin moons, he pumped several more short bursts of cum from his balls into the sand before he was fully spent. Jeremy felt light-headed, as if all fluids had been drained from his body. Given his exertions from beer, volleyball and sex, together with delivery of such a prodigious load, this was not far from the truth.

Next Pete moved behind the sexy Maura. In his strong arms, he lifted her to her feet, momentarily causing total abandonment of poor Mike. Maura looked over her shoulder to see what Pete had in mind -- and to plant a tongue firmly in his mouth for him to taste the effects of her fellatio on the trio. Pete was most appreciative of her contortions and decided to push her body to ever greater limits.

Using his feet and legs, Pete pushed Maura’s feet apart, spreading her sex wide for Mike’s benefit. He bent Maura straight back so that her head was level with his groin. Stepping forward, his cock touched her lips.

Maura placed her hands behind her on the warm sand, as if preparing to do a back flip. She thought he wanted her to rock backward and be lifted into a standing sixty-nine position. He was certainly strong enough for the task. Instead, Pete grabbed her head and pulled her directly onto his massive organ.

Bent back and displayed as she was, Maura made an inviting target for Mike. “Go for it, Bro,” said Pete; and Mike was further encouraged to ram his cock into the open, encouraging cunt by both Jeremy and Rob. Mike stepped up to the task and performed mightily, rocking the lovely woman back and forth as she sucked and laved Pete’s huge engine of lust.

Rob, always interested in photography, suggested that Jeremy re-enter the fray. He did so, sucking on Maura’s engorged nipples as they threatened to pop from her chest.

Rob could see from her face that Maura was becoming exhausted from this position. Abandoning his camera, he and Jeremy each grabbed one of Maura’s thighs and buttocks and slammed her repeatedly onto Mike’s engaging prick. Pete grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up slightly, momentarily breaking contact. Without this rhythm, the five-headed machine ground to a halt. But not for long.

“Okay, Guys, I have an idea,” said Rob. “Jeremy, you’re already wasted, so you can take pictures. The three of us haven’t cum yet; and Maura is still waiting for more, aren’t you Honey?”

“I think Maura would dearly love to have all three holes filled at once. I’m sure she wants no part of Pete’s big cock pumping into her ass, however. So here’s my suggestion. Pete, you lie down and Maura will slide her pussy down on your cock. Mike, you can kneel down by Pete’s head and Maura will suck your cock while I take her from behind.”

Maura was pleased with this arrangement and readily straddled Pete who had practically hurled himself to the ground at her feet. He was the only one of the three who had not yet felt the fire of her furnace embracing his thick spike. Gingerly, Maura knelt on either side of Pete’s hips, carefully brushing remnants of sand from his bear-like physique. With thighs spread to their limit, Maura hovered over Pete’s massive cock and, grasping its short length, rubbed the head over her slit to moisten it. And to prepare herself for entry of such a huge object.

“Okay, Pete. But be gentle, okay. I’ve never had a man as thick as you before. Ooo, that feels so nice. Just stay there until I get used to how big you are,” she said.

For his part, Pete held back. His prideful cock, swimming in her praise of its immense girth, swelled even more. Pete pulled back and reloaded a dozen times before he finally claimed full entry into Maura’s stretched channel. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth blindly opened to accept the rod placed there by Mike. She did not suck him; rather, she allowed Mike to fuck her mouth and throat to the pace set by both men.

As she became accustomed to Pete’s thrusting, Maura was able to take a more active role in siphoning Mike’s essence from his fuckpole. Once again, she was in charge of her own enjoyment and was determined to reach the height of orgasmic bliss with these young studs. But she was to have one more interruption.

Rob carefully stepped over the entangled bodies. Sand would not be a welcome ingredient to add to this mix! Placing a hand in the middle of Maura’s back, he pushed her head down to Pete’s face. Mike’s cock pulled out of Maura’s voracious mouth with an audible “plop.” Holding her down like this caused Maura’s ass to be raised in the air, her unused starry orifice winking in anticipation of the plundering to come.

Rob wet his cock and placed the point of his weapon at the rear entrance to her hot fortress. Although anal sex was an occasional treat in their marital repertoire, Rob had rarely worked his way into her rectum while she was filled from the front. Once with a dildo and once with a vibrator -- but never with such a huge obstruction as Pete’s gargantuan member. It was almost as if Pete was trying to deny him entry!

Steadily and slowly Rob slid his dick into Maura from behind. Pete held still all the while. Once Rob was balls-deep in his lovely wife’s backside, he commenced a rhythm that they both knew well. Pete needed little encouragement to join the band; and his occasional syncopation was a great variation on the theme. Lifting her head once more, Maura let out a hiss of pleasure as Pete bit down on one nipple. Mike moved in so that Maura could once again claim his prize in this four-way adventure.

Jeremy was brought back to life by viewing these proceedings. After taking many photos that the married couple would cherish for years to come, he set the camera down and stroked his curved dick to flinty hardness once again.

Rob was in ecstasy. He could tell by Maura’s movements that she was soon to erupt with pleasure. The pressure on his cock from the limited space afforded him, soon brought him to his maximum enjoyment level. He withdrew from Maura’s ass and motioned for Jeremy to take his place. At the same time, Rob grabbed the camera to record forever the initial entry of that young man’s long penis.

There she was, recorded for posterity. Her body flushed with exertion. Her legs spread wide to accommodate the thick cock invading her cunt. Her lips joyously wrapped around the lily-white penis of a sunburned youth. And her ass giving itself up to the long, thin fuckstick of yet another man.

Rob snapped picture after picture as the four bodies writhed in blissful anticipation of the sweet agony that was to follow. One by one, the men reached climax.

The first to cum was Mike. He pulled back and shot a thick jolt of jism onto Maura’s face. She caught a portion of it with her open mouth, but a good deal missed that target and dripped down onto Pete who was now panting with exertion trying to rid himself of his own load.

Jeremy pulled out of Maura’s ass and stood over her, dropping several blobs of his man juice onto Maura’s back. Reaching down, he slathered it over her butt and lower back as if it was sunscreen.

Maura, realizing that Pete was not going to hit her sweet spot, pulled off him and took his cock in her hand. She looked back at Rob and said, “Get over here and fuck me, Rob. I need to cum so bad.”

Rob wasted no time in obeying her command. While Maura sucked and stroked the life out of Pete’s cock, her obliging husband took her doggy-style, reaching around to stroke her clit in the process.

Pete came with a roar, emptying his huge balls of their pent-up semen. Once again, Maura’s face and upper body took the frontal assault, Pete’s cum mixing with Mike’s.

Seeing this pushed Rob still harder, and in two more strokes he drove his spike into the land of no return. Maura’s body stiffened, and her back arched as she was, at long last, amply rewarded for all of her efforts. Rob spurted his cum deeply inside his wife as together they fell face down into the sand. They remained motionless for a full minute as they regained some semblance of sanity.

Finally they were able to sit up. The three young men were still there, their jaws dropped in wonderment. Maura, covered with drying cum and sand, looked like she was wearing toasted coconut frosting. After Jeremy snapped yet another picture of her in this finery, she announced, “I’ve got to go back into that cold, cold water and get cleaned up. Anyone want to help me?”

She had four volunteers. And despite the cold, they spent the next ten minutes using their hands to assure that all of the sand had been removed from every surface of the beautiful woman’s body. And that her body didn’t get too cold. With laughs, giggles and splashes all around, the five enjoyed the frigid water and memories that each would have forever.

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