Hard, Tight and Horny

NOTE: as noted in the text, ALL the characters are at least eighteen years old

The story below is a collaboration between myself and a woman I met on Literotica who has since become a most intimate partner in our imaginative erotic journeys, and a collaborator on several stories here. This story, its characters and general scenario were suggested by her and, together we shaped, and then I wrote the story. For other collaborations between she and I, see “Beach Boy For Two,” “He’s Very Big And Very Tight,” “Two Plus One Equals Fun” and “Girls Like Boys Who Like Boys.” We welcome feedback, especially from women who enjoy the sorts of “mixes” described below, or, who like us, have a taste for the intense and the extreme.

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We’d been working very hard, and our work had been successful for us both, so we decided to treat ourselves to a week at a luxurious beach resort, reserving a spectacular suite overlooking a stunning aquamarine bay. The weather was sublime and we were spending much of each day lounging on the coral sand beach or at poolside. From almost the moment of our arrival I had noticed this lovely young lifeguard. He was just the cutest boy, a lanky smooth surfer type with sun-bleached blonde hair, so sexy as he idled at his station above the pool or at the adjoining beach.

Of course I had to immediately point him out to Steve. For many months now Steve and I had often added a young man to our mix. I always loved watching these men eagerly suck Steve’s cock, urging them on, then watching some more as they turned around and surrendered their bottoms to that rigid cock. Of course I made good use of these young men and their cocks as well. And though Steve very much enjoyed having another man offer him his bottom for his use, he also craved surrendering his own bottom formy use. Lately I’d acquired a small collections of dildos and strap-ons and had come to delight in few things more than making good use of Steve’s hot, rugged ass. He, I soon saw, really had a knack fortaking it.

But when it came to other men Steve was always the ‘top,’ the one who dished it out, dished out his big, beautiful horny cock, while the other man gladly took it, serving that cock with his mouth or his tight ass. I loved this dominant side of Steve’s, but craved, too, the way he took it so eagerly from me when I strapped one on. And so lately I had begun to fantasize about pushing the boundaries, maybe getting Steve to service another man. Would he do it, I wondered? Would this normally dominant, take-charge cocksman be willing to switch roles?

For a while I kept these fantasies to myself, but one time when Steve was fucking me, his body between my open legs, slamming it inside me with his usual mix of strength and finesse, I reached around and spread open his buttocks, gliding a finger into his crack to caress his anus, as I often did when he fucked me.

“Mmmm, baby,” I whispered in his ear, “Imagine some cute young stud approaching from behind, stiff cock in hand, pressing the tip of that cock against this hot little hole of yours, sliding it inside.Fucking you, baby, fucking you while youfucked me.”

There! I finally said it, finally got it out of my system. I looked into his eyes to gauge his reaction. It was possible he’d graciously recoil from such an outrageous suggestion. But he didn’t. Instead, a sexy grin lit up his face, a sexy little laugh from deep within.

“Sweetheart, by now I think you could talk me into just about anything.”

That’s all I needed to hear, his willingness acknowledged.

“Oh goody! That’s music to my ears,” I whispered as we fucked lovingly, “maybe on our vacation. Maybe down there we’ll find someone.”

And now here was Chris, the gorgeous lifeguard. I had talked to him. He had just turned eighteen and was about to begin his undergraduate education. He was here, lifeguarding at the resort to raise funds for his tuition.

“What about that cute young lifeguard, Chris?” I asked Steve the second night we were there, after we’d both met and talked to Chris. “What if he were game for our kind of play? Think you’d let him to do it to you?”

“Maybe, could be,” Steve said, his sexy smile carrying its usual mystique.

“You know, Steve, I caught him checking you out, casting these little glances your way. Of course he also glances at all the young female lovelies around here. But I have a feeling that our lanky young lifeguard may very well be bi. And did you notice that bulge in his swim trunks? I think he’s packing some serious equipment down there.”

We were naked, just having showered, so now I pressed close as I reached down and slid a hand behind his balls, up into his crack, probing his little hole with a finger tip.

“Ooooh, I’d love to see it. Areal cock up this ass.”

The next day a new family arrived at the hotel, making quite a splash. They were a stunning middle-aged Danish couple, tall and regal, and their even more stunning adolescent children, a boy and a girl. He was said to be a fabulously wealthy Copenhagen shipbuilder and his wife, now in her forties, had been top fashion model when she was much younger. The two sublimely gorgeous teens certainly matched their impeccably suave parents for pure good looks.

Mom and dad immediately plunged into a lively social whirl with their affluent peers, while the two siblings were left to fend for themselves. One morning they stretched out on towels next to me and Steve and I observed them, noticing a casual intimacy between Inge and Jens. There was something about the easy, almost sensual manner in which they rubbed suntan oil over each other’s skin that would’ve made an observer think they were lovers rather than brother and sister. And then that evening I witnessed something shocking which only confirmed my intuition. I was taking a walk by myself on a secluded path and, turning a corner, I chanced upon the two Danish siblings. They were locked in a passionate kiss, Inge reaching her hand down under the elastic of her brother’s trunks, stroking his cock.

I tried, at the last moment, to withdraw so they wouldn’t see I had caught them in such a compromising embrace. But I was too late as the two turned my way, their eyes wide with shock, Inge even blushing. For a long moment they were utterly speechless, as was I.

“Please – please don’t say anything. To our parents,please!” Inge pleaded, having seen Steve and I share drinks with her parents earlier.

She need not have worried. I’m certainly not the sort to tattle tale about someone else’s indiscretions, especially when it is the incestuous lust of two gorgeous Scandinavian teen siblings, the potential of that lust something about which my feverish mind immediately began to scheme.

“Don’t you worry, you two sexy lovebirds,” I told them with my most endearing smile and a conspiratorial wink.

Inge beamed, relief written all over her lovely face as she took a deep breath and resumed fondling her brother’s penis, her hand again active around the bulge which had formed in his trunks.

The next day I found myself alone with Inge on the beach. She confessed to me that she and her brother had been lovers for almost a year. She was slightly older, at nineteen, actually ten months older than her brother. Mom had decided to have the two of them in quick, efficient succession, after which she could resume her modeling career. Inge, seeing that I was fascinated rather than in the least disapproving, confessed that she and Jens were deeply attracted to each other. They knew it was said to be ‘wrong,’ but they couldn’t help themselves, she claimed, so overwhelmed were they by their youthful ardor for one another. And then, as I probed, she confessed something else. Both she and her brother, she told me, were bisexual. Why she had decided to mention this little fact to me I couldn’t be sure, but it definitely was provocative, and very suggestive.

Of course later I shared all this with Steve, telling him we definitely should try to scheme a little party with Chris the lifeguard and the two teen Danish siblings. I could feel how gushingly wet I became down there at the mere thought of such a possibility. And Steve, I sensed by the grin on his face and the bulge in his crotch was becoming similarly aroused.

The following night everyone was at poolside into the late afternoon. The Petersens, Inge and Jens’s parents, had been invited to supper on the yacht of Greek billionaire out in the harbor. The children decided to remain behind; the last thing they felt like doing was hobnobbing with mom and dad’s wealthy industrialist friends.

The sun was close to setting and Steve and I decided to go inside and shower, then return to have drinks at poolside and watch the sunset. Inge and Jens said they would do the same and the four of us met back a half hour later. It was still very warm and so Inge and I had returned in fresh bikinis, the guys in fresh shorts. Chris, we noticed, was still at his lifeguard station. It was getting dark now and my wicked mind was spinning. Now, if ever, was the time to make a move. So I decided to ask the siblings if they’d like to come up to our suite to get away from the hotel crowd and indulge a little more privately. They eagerly agreed.

“Maybe Chris would like to join us?” I said, nodding at the lifeguard.

I asked him and he said, sure, he’d love to come up. He was getting off work any minute and told me he’d join us up in our suite right after he returned to his room to shower and change.

“Oh, no need for that,” I said cajolingly, “come up with us now, you can shower in our suite.”

He liked that idea; his own room was bare and spartan, as was the shower there.

Steve and I and the sibling teens stretched out on our king-sized bed, Steve turning on the TV, while Chris went and showered. Now it was my turn. I had the three gorgeous, sexy teens here in our suite with me and Steve. I had to make everything I could of this delicious, delectable opportunity.

“Watch this,”I said, getting up off the bed and tip-toeing to the bathroom. The shower was running and so I quickly slipped in and picked up Chris’s shorts and took all the towels off the rack. This way, after Chris got out of the shower, dripping wet, he’d not only find no clothes there for him, but there wouldn’t even be a towel with which to cover himself. What would he do, I wondered wickedly? And Steve and the siblings quickly caught on when they saw me return with towels and shorts in hand.

The TV had available an x-rated channel and the teens had eagerly found it with the remote. Now the four of us were watching some hardcore porn, two bimbos sucking on two fat cocks. Just then we heard the shower being turned off.

“Hey, where’s my shorts? And there’s no towels,” we heard him shout from the bathroom as we smiled wickedly at one another.

“You’ll need to come in here to get them,” I yelled back, knowing he’d have to come join us wet and stark naked. And that’s how he appeared a moment later, looking a little flustered, wearing only the red baseball cap which I had left in the bathroom. The first thing we noticed was that Chris’s bottom was as tanned as the rest of him. Obviously the lifeguards were aware of a secluded spot where they could swim and sunbathe in the buff.

All eyes turned to Chris, but what he immediately noticed was what was on the TV.

“Wow, look at that,” he said, as I picked up a big, fluffy bath towel and walked up to him and started to dry him off. He was a little shocked, but he certainly didn’t recoil. Damn, was it all of a sudden a thrill to be drying off the lean, lanky muscled body of this wet and naked teen boy! I felt a twitch in my pussy as I dragged the terry cloth over his hard, smooth body, Steve and the siblings looking on.

“We found ourselves some entertainment,” I said, nodding at the TV.

Now, slowly and sensually, I dragged the towel lower, to his lusciously cute, perfect bottom, drying off those rounded cheeks, working the towel between them too, Chris just standing there, letting me do this, his cock stiffening. I imagine it was the mix of the situation, the way I was toweling him off, the provocative visuals on the TV screen.

The three on the bed couldn’t help but notice his swollen cock and so now Steve reached under his shorts and pulled out his own, fully and strikingly erect. All eyes in the room turned to take in this newly revealed sight. Then Inge reached into her brother’s shorts and pulled out Jens’s, already almost as stiff as Steve’s.

“Holy shit!” Aren’t you two brother and sister?” Chris gasped.

“Yes? So what?” Inge said calmly in her cute, accented English, the Danish lilt somehow appealingly sexy.

Chris was stunned by the incestuous spectacle, but said nothing more.

“I think you need to have yours stroked too,” I purred, dropping the towel now as I wrapped my hand around Chris’s rigid shaft. Steve, meanwhile, was taking good care of his own, slowly and vividly twisting it in his hand. I loved it! Three men, three stiff cocks! And then there was gorgeous Inge. Of course only Chris was yet fully naked.

“Steve, why don’t you help Inge off with her bikini,” I told him as he moved around to unsnap her bikini top, then dragged off her bottom. She, meanwhile, pulled down her brother’s swim trunks, then turned to pull down Steve’s. Now everyone in the room was naked except for me, but I quickly remedied that, tossing my bikini aside, then pushing Chris down on the bed to join the others, tumbling down on the bed myself after him. Five naked, aroused bodies, three of them gorgeous teens, sharing one big bed. It all sent a shiver down my spine.

“Hey, baby? Want to watch me suck his hard teen prick?” I said, looking Steve in the eye as I lewdly fisted Chris’s shaft. I knew Steve. My tolerant and generous lover enjoyed having me make good use of other’s men’s equipment as well as his own.

“Sure. Go ahead Jade, show him what a great cocksucker you are,” Steve chuckled.

And that’s just what I did, leaning down to take the teen’s steely cock between my lips, Steve and the Danish sister and brother duo gazing at me with appreciative smiles while I proceeded to demonstrate that what Steve said was the plain truth. I was agreat cocksucker and I damned well knew it. And I also had a feeling that there was another great though yet untested cocksucker in the room, Steve. He sure had shown his mettle greedily sucking on my strap ons.

“Come and have a taste, baby,” I said, licking my lips as I gazed right into Steve’s deep brown eyes, mesmerizing him, I knew. This was the moment of truth. With the Danish siblings looking on and Chris’s rigid cock in my hand, I wagged a seductive finger at Steve. My heart was beating with unbearable expectation as Steve came close.

“Suck it, suck it for me, lover,” I whispered huskily as I held the cock in one hand while gently pushing down on Steve’s head with the other. Our eyes locked in loving empathy as Steve opened his lips and took Chris’s cock in his mouth. I think that beating heart of mine skipped another beat as I absorbed the stunning moment. Here was my virile, masculine loversucking another man’s cock! A teenage boy’s cock!

“Look, Jens,” Inge said to her brother, an excited trill to her alluringly accented voice, “Jade, she told me he never before sucked a cock.”

“So beautiful, baby,so, so beautiful!” I whispered into his ear as I watched Steve devour the teen’s rigid shaft. But now I wanted to head in another direction. Now that the ice was broken I wanted to have Chris experience an entirely different side of Steve.

“Let’s see that cute little ass of yours,” I said to Chris, “get up on your knees and stick it out for all of us.”

Obediently, eagerly he assumed the position. And what a sight it was, his smooth, muscled and tanned bottom staring all four of us in the face. Steve was breathing hard gazing at those gorgeous male cheeks, and gazing too into the now exposed crack, eyeing the tight little hole, theprize. And Jens was staring just as intently at the provocative sight, his sister scrutinizing her brother’s excited gaze while stroking his cock, knowing him well, knowing what the sight of a male ass exposed like this did for him.

“I need to have myself a taste ofthat!” I announced, leaning down, bringing my face between the teen lifeguard’s perfect buttocks, snaking my tongue into the warm, humid crevice, finding the rubbery ridge of his little hole.

“Yes,yes, Jade!” an excited Inge urged, “lick the hole, lick thearsehole!”

I had learned that Inge and her brother had been partly schooled in England which explained the ‘arse’ rather than the more familiar ass.

So lick him I did, lapping away at the sphincter as Chris sighed and groaned, craving every lap of my eager, probing tongue. Steve’s face was inches from mine now, watching closely. I had just witnessed him sucking a man’s cock for the very first time, now I wished,desperately desired to see something else.

“You lick him now, baby,” I whispered to Steve, “lick hishot young ass!”

He hesitated a moment, looking at me with that intimate smile of his, no doubt still dazed by all this, by his own surprisingly easy willingness to be guided by me to new acts. And then as I held the teen’s ass wide open, Steve brought his face between the cheeks and pressed his tongue against his anus. My heart skipped yet another beat as I took in the intimate sight. Steve adored licking my ass, and I had watched as he had eagerly licked other female bottoms, but now here he was actually tonguing the freshly showeredmale ass of this gorgeous young teen boy!

I watched in aroused amazement as he eagerly swiped his tongue all over the anal cleft, stabbing the hole, lapping away at the vividly exposed sphincter. Inge and Jens, too, had come close to watch, Inge still stroking her brother’s cock.

“Come over here, Jens,” I said to the brother, urging him to kneel so his cock was right at face level, adjacent to where Steve had his face buried between Chris’s cheeks. And now with Steve watching closely as he licked away, I wrapped my lips around the Danish teen’s rigid cock and began to suck it. It was so thrilling, all this, me sucking cock while Steve licked ass, two teen boys being orally serviced at once by us both.

“You suck it now, lover,” I hissed, urging Steve to move his tongue away from Chris’s bottom and take Jens’s cock in his mouth. Which he did. Here was Steve who in just a few minutes had not only sucked his first cock, but his second as well! And while he sucked Jens like this I took over the rimming chores, lapping away at Chris’s bottom once again. A hand between her legs, sexy young Inge was frantically strumming away at her pussy as she watched all the torrid oral couplings.

Suddenly Inge pulled her brother away and the two of them got behind Steve, Inge urging Steve to lift his bottom so he was in position. I looked back, keen to see what Inge was up to with her brother.

“You lick his arse now, Jens, lick Steve’s arse,” she said, pushing her brother’s face between Steve’s cheeks.

“Oh my God! Get your tongue back in there, baby,” I said to Steve, thrilled by this new twist, wanting to watch him lick Chris’s ass again while his own was getting licked by the Danish teen. Inge and I shared a glance, smiling wickedly as we watched the three boys happily engrossed in an orgy of male-male bottom feeding.

The floodgates had opened and I was all pumped up now, intent on spinning this little sex party to new depraved heights. So I reached for our handy jar of lubricant, strategically placed by our bedside, and scooped up a dab as Steve pulled his face away to watch me slap the dab into Chris’s crack. The teen stud hadn’t said a word, merely moaned and sighed, his cock rigid, his ass lifted, ready and eager for anything that came his way.