Archive-name: 3plus/bestever.txt
Archive-author: Electro Porn
Archive-title: Best Ever Sex Adventure:
It's difficult to decide which of my experiences was
the "best ever". There have been a few which were notable
because of their bizarre nature, others because of their in-
tensity, and some because of good things that evolved from
them. I usually can't get beyond the heat of my memories to
sort them out. However, there is one, above all, that comes
to mind more frequently than the others.
It was a beautiful morning in June. My new neighbor,
Joy, had suggested that we go to the beach and start our
summer sun tan. I had a feeling that she wanted to do more
than simply lay around in the sun, so I said yes and told
her of a secluded cove on the river where we could swim and
get an all-over tan without being bothered. She was all for
the idea. Joy was a beautiful girl of Filipino extraction -
- 5' tall, with dark bronze skin, blue-black hair, black
eyes, and a fantastic 36-20-33 figure. She went to her
place to gather her things and make our lunch while I
changed into my swimming suit. When she returned in her
suit, I was impressed. It was a tiny, sheer, white bikini.
The top didn't cover all of her dark brown nipples and the
bottom was simply a G-string which displayed her entire ass.
She looked fantastic. It was all I could do to stop myself
from attacking her there and then, but I didn't.
I drove to the river and parked. We then hiked for
half-an-hour to get to the spot I had in mind. I carried
the beach bag, lunch, and beer and walked behind to so I
could better appreciate the jiggling of her bare brown buns.
Believe me, it's not easy to pack a load, follow a narrow
trail, and sport a full erection at the same time, but I
managed. In hindsight, I'm sure the driving force was Joy's
laughter and the certainty that we would spend much of the
day exploring every inch of each others' anatomy.
When we arrived at the cove, we found that it was al-
ready taken. A cassette player was pumping out sensuous mu-
sic and there was a nude couple self-occupied in the middle
of the narrow beach. The fellow was lying on the beach
towel with his busty blonde girl friend sitting on his rump.
She was slowly massaging sun tan oil into his muscular
shoulders while grinding her pubis on his back bone. The
girl was a knock out. Her long hair fell forward and
brushed his back as she swayed and massaged him in time to
the music.
Rather than hike back, I decided that there was room
for two couples, so I spread our blanket about ten feet from
the other couple. Joy hadn't said a word, she just stood
staring at the action of the other couple. I grabbed her
hand and led her to our blanket. I stripped off my cut-offs
and untied her bikini top. Joy then removed the top and
bottoms. Although I thought her suit left nothing to the
imagination, I was wrong. Her nipples were on high beam and
beads of sweat trickled down between her large, hemispheri-
cal breasts. Best of all, she had no pubic hair. I later
learned that she had shaved it just for me because she saw
that the women in my paintings didn't have pubic hair. The
delicate inner lips of her cunt peeked from her crotch and I
could see drops of lubricant glistening like tiny jewels on
them. I sat down and placed her on my lap. I had a raging
erection, the veins on my cock were pulsing and looked like
hawsers on a main mast. I grabbed the baby oil, and began
rubbing it into her breasts.
We couldn't take our eyes off the other couple for
long. Either they hadn't noticed us or they were feigning
oblivion. When she finished oiling his back, she turned him
over and knelt between his legs. She then oiled his chest
and legs. Next, she took the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic Oil
and poured a handful of oil on his flaccid prick. She
slowly anointed his pecker and balls with the oil. As she
worked his prick grew to the monstrous proportions that jus-
tified a full handful of oil. It turned beet red from the
quickening friction of her stroking.
Joy gasped in amazement and began squirming in my lap.
I rubbed oil into her pubis, paying careful attention to her
labia and clitoris to ensure an even tan. The other girl
continued her ministrations in reverence to the scepter she
held. Suddenly, the purple head of the boy's cock inflated
even more. The girl stopped stroking his cock and began a
delicate kneading of his balls. He groaned and said,
"Michelle! Michelle!" His cock then began erupting. It
whipped from side-to-side like a loose hose and his semen
spewed over several feet in its wild, uncontrolled trajec-
tory. The bulk of his load landed on the girl's chest and
rapidly dripped from her oil slicked titties.
When he was finished spurting his load the girl looked
up and finally noticed us. She crawled to the edge of our
blanket and asked if we would give her a show like the one
she gave us. Joy agreed and pushed me back. She grabbed
the baby oil and poured some on my hard dick. Her tiny
hands barely wrapped around it, but that wasn't a problem.
She stroked it and tickled my shaved balls with her finger-
tips. She slowly pulled the foreskin back and forth to coat
the head of my cock with the oil.
The blonde then reached over and rubbed Joy's pussy.
She grabbed our oil, poured it over Joy's back, and began
massaging her in time to the music and Joy's stroking my
dick. The girl's boyfriend was taken by the scene before
him. When he stood, he sported another monstrous erection.
He positioned himself behind his girl friend and drove his
rigid cock home with one hard thrust. This was all the ini-
tiative she needed. She began licking Joy's dripping cunt.
After a few minutes, I felt an electric surge in my
loins. Sweat poured from every pore of my body and my balls
began their orgasmic pulsing. Quickly, Joy replaced her
hands with her mouth and nursed the tip of my dick. That
was all I could take, I unloosed what had to be the grand-
daddy of all loads. She took a little in her mouth and let
the rest cascade from her chin to her beautiful tits. After
my convulsions subsided, I saw the other guy pull his dick
from the blonde and stick it in Joy. Shortly thereafter, he
came in shuddering waves. The blonde took a towel to the
river, soaked it, and returned to our blanket. She cleaned
up all of us and Joy passed the beers around. The four of
us -- Joy, Dan, Michelle, and I -- spent the rest of the day
soaking-up the sun rays, swimming, and engaging in every
form of sex we could think of. On the drive home, I found
out that Dan and Michelle were Joy's friends and I had been
invited to expand their menage-au-trois to a menage-au-qua-
tre.
Well, that's one of my "best ever" experiences, do any
of you have any to share?
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