Her Vixen Awakening in Jamaica
We were completely immersed in the sensations our girl was experiencing, oblivious to anything else beyond our intimate trio with Jason.
My girlfriend was perched atop the bar where he was tending, looking right at him, spread eagle with her knees held against her chest. The light summer dress she was wearing had come undone and now just hung around her waist. Jason was busy licking her moist pussy. Based on her reactions, he knew exactly how to pleasure her.
I was seated on a stool behind her, leaning against her as her head rested on my shoulder and her mouth uttered primal sounds. My fingertips teased her tender nipples, sensitive to a touch that could make her climax on its own.
Lost in the pleasure and sensations, she was oblivious to the presence of others around her, completely wrapped up in the carnal desires of the moment.
Jason's tongue was working overtime, invading her folds, making her feel like she was completely at the mercy of his tongue. She spread her legs wider in response to his ministrations, inviting him deeper between her legs. He needed to hold her thighs during her orgasms so she didn't slip off the bar. The last one hit her so hard she squirted all over his face, shocking her back to reality. She chuckled seeing drops of her juice dribble down his cheeks. She rested her feet on the bar, her toes spread wide, as she does when I'm between her legs, and held his face between her feet.
"Tell him," I urged her. "Tell him what you wish."
"I want your cock inside me, Jason," she gasped.
Jason glanced at me as if for approval, a little unsure of my response. Considering how he'd been unable to keep his face out of her wet pussy for the last 20 minutes, I was a little surprised.
I just smiled, meaning he had my blessing. Upon seeing that, he did something that shocked both of us. He yanked her off the bar by her hair, and lowered her to a kneeling position in front of him. Her eyes widened in shock and desire, and her cunt tingled with anticipation as he took control.
He still held her hair while she removed her dress, relishing the ease with which it slid off her perfect B-cups. The rosy tips of her nipples were taut with excitement, as she loved nothing more than being naked in public.
Soon, her hands started unbuckling his belt, but he put them to a stop. "Hold on," he said, and again she followed his command, pouncing on his belt buckle eagerly.
"Put your hands behind your back," he ordered in a calm, dominant tone. She willingly complied and gazed up at him, her wide eyes fixed on his.
"Now, tell your boyfriend what you want."
"I want your cock," she answered breathlessly. "I want to taste your hard cock."
"Not me, tell him," he ordered.
Her face flushed red as she repeated her words. "I want his cock. I want to suck his cock. I want to taste it in my mouth. I want to feel how strong and powerful it feels in my mouth. I want to devour his cock."
This brought me to the brink, but I was undecided about whether to climax from her words or from watching him. My attention was torn between watching her beg and listening to his request.
"You'll understand the true meaning of what you're proposing if you can feel the hardness in my pants," he told her.
Immediately she reached out to his trouser seam and ran her hands across his bulge. He had to pull her back to slow her down, keeping her desperate for more. He was controlling her, making her edge closer to her limit. I'd witnessed the same effect on her in my own hands, boosting my desire to be with them. The more he held her back, the greater her want for him became. They were both admiring how the anticipation heightened their arousal.
With a confident air, he opened his zipper a few inches, giving just enough glimpse for her to know what she'd be feasting on. "Hold on," he said, and as the shock of his cock's size hit her, "Feel the thickness and length of my cock through my pants. I want you thinking about my cock the entire time I tell you what's coming next."
Grasping his cock through his pants, she followed his instructions, eager to hear what would come next. Just seeing his cockbound state made her clit throb with desire. Being teased hold while knowing she could have him jailbroken at any moment only fueled her hunger. She was on the brink of losing control. How much she craved what was coming next, what she so desperately wanted to come.
"Be prepared to be dominated," he whispered in her ear. "It's about to get good."
"Are you prepared for what it involves?", he inquired of her. "However, before you respond..."
He pulled out one of the most stunning semi-firm cocks that either of us had ever seen alive. Still holding her head back, he rested his dangling balls on her chin, and placed his spongy cock across her lips, nose, and cheek. He kept her still like that as he gazed down at her. All she could do was feel and smell the cock and balls that were smothering her face, and wait for his words. We all thought it was a tremendously strong expression of his dominance and her unwavering surrender to his masculine energy.
She inhaled deeply and replied, "Yesyyyyyyy, I'm prepared for whatever you want."
"It means you want to cheat on your boyfriend. Given that my cock and balls are now resting on your face, you don't just want to cheat on him, you are now a cheater because you are having sex with another man, right?"
"Yes," she said, gasping the word out of her mouth.
I understand that being addressed as a cheater had a profound impact on her as it did on me. Her eyes opened wide, and we both observed her body experience a tangible spasm. His words went straight to my penis, and I could hear myself grunt softly. I could no longer hold back and had to begin gently stroking myself as I continued to be entranced by his seduction of her.
"Do you want to taste my cock?"
"Yes," I answered, but just in my inner voice.
"Oh my god yes please, please please," she said out loud.
"You must do something to earn my cock."
"Anything," she exclaimed, sounding like she was on the verge of losing control. I couldn't wait until she reached this critical point. I could tell by how masterfully Jason was controlling her that she was also near this point.
He glanced at me, pointed to a location near them, and said, "Come here." I felt a little self-conscious as I strolled behind the bar because the impressive stiffness of my erection was obvious from the rigid growth in my loose shorts. In that moment, I was as hard as I can be. It felt like the entrance to my anus was being drawn into my body toward my hard penis due to the force with which it was expanding. I was concerned that I might cum from my swollen head rubbing against my shorts as I walked only a few steps around the bar. I could sense the increasing wetness on the front of my shorts as I teased my head with my fingertips.
"Tell him you want to cheat on him. Let him know you want to have sex with me. Declare, 'I want to cheat on you. I want to have sex with Jason'," he instructed her.
He turned her head to face me with the hand full of her hair that he continued to grip firmly. She gazed into my eyes with his somewhat rigid cock still draped across her face.
"I want to cheat on you."
"I want to have sex with Jason."
"Do you want to feel my cock filling your pussy?"
"Yes."
"You want him to be the man who makes love to you tonight?"
"Yes."
"You're desperate to be intimate with him, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You want Jason to take control of your body."
"Yes."
I was envious, but I felt as though all my lust for my girlfriend was being channeled into my penis. I wasn't angry or upset. I was just intoxicated with lust for my girlfriend as we were both being used by Jason for the group's intense, erotic pleasure. The only thing I desired more than fucking her was watching him fuck her.
When he uttered, "Good girl," she almost passed out from the blood rushing out of her head into the unexpected orgasm that had appeared. Her body was shaking like a leaf and making moaning sounds at Jason's feet. We both watched her naked body vibrate silently for about ten minutes, gradually calming into gentle heaves as she attempted to re-establish herself in the present.
To explain how we arrived at my girlfriend vibrating in a pool of sexual bliss at the feet of a man she barely knew, and then recount the rest of the evening in Part 2 is a sensible course of action.
In our relationship, we'd reached a stage where we were ready to delve into our kinkier yearnings. With assistance from a superb couples therapist, we finally disclosed our deeply held desires, fearing judgement from one another. Would he see me as perverted? She would picture herself as a slut, she dreaded. After laying it all bare, we acknowledged that we should've done so earlier. As it turned out, these desires intertwined, fitting together as if made for each other.
I began by expressing my fantasy of her having sex with other men while I was having sex with her. Truthfully, envisioning another man's naked body inside her vagina often perpetuated my orgasms. When I shared this, her face contorted in horror, as if expecting me to demand a divorce. However, she exclaimed, "I want to be an insatiable slut!"
Stunned, I couldn't comprehend her statement at first, believing she'd think I wanted to leave her. But her words triggered erotic images in my head. She wanted to be a slut, and I desired such a woman whom no one man could satisfy; our desires harmonized.
The moment she voiced her yearning, I understood that she perceived my initial silence as a rejection. Therefore, I must have appeared judgmental. But it was my mind processing the erotic potentialities of her statement, which could only imply she needed to have sex with other men.
Combining our decision to explore these desires outside home, we journeyed to the Caribbean. There, we'd be masked by anonymity, free to be anyone and do whatever we desired. We planned to seek a man through a sex app during our stay. But luck struck when we began our nightly stroll on the beach around midnight, stumbling upon a bar. A solitary, tall guy with curly hair served us, his athletic build obvious due to his unbuttoned shirt. I found his bare chest captivating, while she adored his muscles.
When we reached the bar, she squeezed my hand. This was our pre-arranged cue, arranged months earlier when we decided to embrace open relationships. My hand-squeeze response indicated agreement. His New Zealand accent added to his appeal.
Our drinks prepared, I embraced her waist, leaning against her as we stood on opposite sides of the bar. Lacking privacy, we didn't attempt to conceal our actions. Instead, we reveled in the excitement of being on display for him.
Following a joint and a couple of drinks, I started caressing her upper back, rubbing against her body and massaging her thighs. Though I was evident to him, she continued chatting. I later slid her dress's straps down, exposing her shoulders. This pleased her immensely, and he couldn't resist watching.
Resolved to escalate further, I inched her dress off her shoulders, revealing more of her torso. She also loved this and was mesmerized by his attentiveness.
Pushing further, I slipped my fingers under her dress and grazed her belly, causing her to inhale sharply. I proceeded to tease her inner thighs, halting her conversation as she hunched over the bar and exhaled. Suddenly, I slid the fabric aside, gently touching her labia. It was this shocking contact which caused her start in her seat and clutch her mouth to muffle her gasp. Her return to composure revealed the presence of her external female genital organs.
As we kissed and cuddled, I devised an intimate massage therapy regimen for both of us, amplifying the passion between us while asserting our exhibitionistic tendencies. I gently rubbed her outer labia and clitoris, enhanced by a warm oil he'd leisurely applied. We both thrived in the moment, undefiled by strings of promises or expectations. In fact, he soon joined us, touching her gently and licking his finger, drastically increasing her pleasure. Each one explored the other, comforted by our unconventional appetite for intimacy.
I gazed at Jason as I enfolded her in my embrace from behind to console her. As my grip inch closer to her chest, I made sure to tuck my palms beneath her dress to shove it further down, unveiling her breasts. "Wow," she exclaimed, but didn't intervene. I was aware that her vagina was flooding as her breasts were uncovered for a stranger's eyes. Jason was unable to tear his gaze away from her mounds, which contrasted nicely with her fair skin.
"Do you dig what you observe?", I inquired of Jason.
"Fuck yeah", he said with his Australian inflection.
"If you gently, yet continually, stroke her nipples, you'll make her climax. Would you like to make her go off?"
"Yeah."
"It has to be soft but constant."
"OK."
He leaned forward over the bar and gently fingered each nipple between his fingertips. I could tell he was caressing them expertly as my girlfriend's head collapsed again and she commenced to agonize uncontrollably. The overjoyed expression on Jason's face signified that he shared in my arousal.
I now had a fingertip on either the hood of her clit, tenderly stroking it as though I was wanking a juvenile member. She began to experience an orgasm, with her body quaking in a manner similar to someone who is practicing the religious dance of wildness and speaking in unidentified languages. The sounds escaping her mouth resembled more swallowing her tongue rather than uttering words.
I had to embrace her tightly around the waist in order to stop her from falling off the chair. I guided her back against my body so that her head could lean on my shoulder. When her hands fell to the side, she was completely laid bare to Jason from the waist up. Jason and I commenced a discussion about her as if she wasn't there, divulging information about her piercing and filthy sexual proclivities. I grabbed his wrist, urging him to arrive around the counter and aid me in elevating her up on the counter. She was still too overcome by her orgasm to perform the task on her own. After she was on the counter, I seated myself on the stool and had her lie back against me, her head against my shoulder. Jason walked back to his place and stood before her. He grabbed her ankles and adjusted her legs so that her knees were bent and spread wide apart, and her feet were brought together, nearly enclosing her vagina. He quietly skimmed his hands along her ankles, slowly reaching her inner thighs. The higher he went, the more he shifted her dress to the sides until he unveiled the stunning, naked cunt before me.
With his fingers loosely grasping the top of her thighs, he manipulated the tips of his thumbs to her pussy lips. He started quite tenderly, feathering the tips of his thumbs on her labia. I could tell he was cautious not to touch the hood of her clitoris and was attempting to avoid inserting his fingers. This left her moaning in my ear and writhing on the countertop.
He pulled forward a seat and plopped himself in front of her. His face was now in the right orientation to successfully gaze at her pussy, swollen beyond belief and exuding an abundance of moisture. Jason leaned in and, for a short passage of time, caressed the peak of her clitoris with the tiniest tip of his thumb. Her back arched violently and she screamed so loudly, I had to wrap one arm about her waist to ensure she didn't slip off the counter and simultaneously slap her mouth shut with my other hand.
Following that brief instant of pleasure, Jason got back to work. She was overrun by a whirlpool of pleasure as he alternated between mouthing, gnawing, teasing, and sucking her clitoris, and wagging his tongue deep within her vagina like a mechanical piston. I had to keep her in place as she appeared to have lost control over her body.
Meanwhile, I was occupied with her noggin. I desired to repeatedly remind her how sluttish she was acting:
"You have your legs apart and are fully visible to a stranger," I said indifferently.
"You're flashing him the most private regions of your naked visage."
"He can see deep within your vagina."
"You're merely a whore, darling."
Her whimpers acknowledged my every phrase. I prefer making her whimper as it indicates she is utterly helpless in the face of her insatiable sexual impulse. If five further men had arrived at that point, she probably would have pleaded with me to let them all consummate with her. Knowing that Jason and I were rendering her so desperate for sexual attention stoked my convictions.
"You keep telling me how much you love me, but you watch as another man pleasures your pussy right in front of me. Are you just such a promiscuous whore?"
"Oh, I'm a total slut. I can't resist cock. I have no control over it."
I was carefully choosing the right words and tone to match the actions Jason was taking on her cunt. As he gently licked her, I would lower my voice along with the pace of my speech. However, when he went in deep and fast, I would speak a little louder, more forcefully.
You know the rest of the story. Jason brought her to two orgasms as she lay on his bar, the second of which covered him in cum. I explained to Jason that it was an honor to make her squirt because she doesn't do it often. After he licked her face with his cum-covered lips, we all took a break while she lay naked in a pool of his sticky mess at his feet.
When she seemed to regain consciousness, Jason helped her up and pulled her close to his chest, with his massive hands. As he embraced her, she clung to him, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and laying her head on his chest. He then slid one arm down to her ass, squeezing it hard each time, making her moan. When he slid his fingers between her legs from behind and teased her inner labia, she would either whimper or scream. Then, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, directing her lips towards his... and she kissed him back passionately.
The bond between them made me feel jealous too, which only made my cock swell and sweat. It's one thing to imagine your lover with another person; it's a whole different thing to see them lust after another man so passionately, nearly resourcefully, the way they did. I couldn't believe how turned on I was just by watching them share their intimacy. Next, she wrapped her leg around his back, pulling herself to grind her naked pussy against his cock.
Jason stopped kissing her, took her hand, and said, "Come with me." I was unprepared for what would happen; I didn't even know where they were headed. I watched as they walked away, leaving me behind with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
As soon as they were almost 50 feet away, I realised I should follow them. I strode along the palm-tree path towards their destination, when I heard voices. They had found a one-room hut in the distance. He led her inside, and she looked back at me before closing the door.
I took a seat on the wooden porch outside, unable to hear them due to the absence of glass in the walls. The rustle of the trees was the only sound to be heard in the warm evening breeze. Jason was undoubtedly locked in a passionate embrace with her, and she was so comfortable in his arms, unaware of me. As the hut was close by, I moved closer so as to see better what was going on inside... but was met with silence. They were clearly preoccupied with their desires. I couldn't help but fondle my throbbing dick through my shorts.
Part 2 of my girlfriend's slutty awakening in Jamaica continues there.
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