It was the first day of their vacation, and the Caribbean sun cast a golden glow across the alabaster tiles surrounding the infinity pool where Tina and Lindsay reclined on matching chaise lounges. The distant turquoise waves crashed against powder-white sand with a rhythmic hush that mingled with the rattling of ice in cocktail shakers and the melodic laughter of honeymooners and sunburnt families.

For these two newly divorced friends in their mid-thirties, this trip represented liberation from years of marital purgatory and the constraints of societal expectations. They had always been close, sharing secrets and supporting each other over bottles of cabernet and pints of Chunky Monkey, but this escape to paradise marked the first chapter of their reinvention. Time to explore desires long suppressed beneath demanding careers, PTA bake sales, husbands who'd stopped noticing new haircuts or lingerie, and endless Saturday mornings spent in aluminum bleachers watching their children's boring soccer games while nursing travel mugs of lukewarm Starbucks.

Tina brushed a strand of her chestnut bob away from her face as she turned to face Lindsay, feeling tipsy after her second margarita. "You know what we need?" she said, as she slowly applied coconut-scented tanning oil across the freckled skin of her chest and over the curve of her abdomen, "we need to get thoroughly and properly fucked." Lindsay's dirty-blonde hair fell in beachy waves past her shoulders, catching golden highlights in the tropical sun as she nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "God, yes. I can't even remember the last time I had a cock inside me that wasn't made of silicone and powered by batteries," she replied with a throaty laugh. Lindsay shifted her weight on the lounge chair to look at Tina, her competitive spirit surfacing. "How about a little competition?" she proposed playfully, raising one perfectly waxed eyebrow.

Tina pursed her lips as she lowered her sunglasses to the tip of her button nose, revealing hazel eyes with emerald flecks that sparkled in the Caribbean sunlight. She studied Lindsay's face, suspicious of what her impulsive friend might propose. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned forward, making sure they were not overheard.

Lindsay swirled the melting ice in her glass with her index finger before licking the salt from her fingertip. “I'm thinking for the next three days, we each attempt to have the hottest, most mind-blowing sex imaginable and every night before we go to bed, we tell each other our day's adventure in explicit detail; every thrust, every position, every orgasm, and then decide who won that round," she suggested, the pupils of her pale blue eyes, concealed behind enormous Gucci frames, dilated with tequila and desire, her lips curving into a smile that promised delicious trouble.

“Sounds interesting," Tina replied cautiously, adjusting her bikini top where it had slipped slightly, revealing the pale crescent of skin normally hidden from the sun, a delicate moon-white against the deepening bronze of her chest. "And what does the winner get?" she inquired, taking a long sip of her third margarita, then running her tongue across her top lip to collect some stray salt.

Lindsay considered for a moment, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger, the booze making her playful, reckless, even. "Loser has to invite the winner's ex over to their house," she declared, her voice dropping, "and tell them all about their sexual escapades in obscene, pornographic detail."

Tina barked a laugh, almost choking on her margarita, the tequila burning its way up her nasal passage. The honeymooning couple next to them swiveled their heads in synchronized alarm at the sound. "You can't be serious," she whispered.

"Yep, that’s the wager. There have to be consequences to make it interesting," Lindsay replied, grinning with a familiar wickedness, her large breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blue bikini top until the stitching threatened to surrender.

As her friend looked at her expectantly, Tina felt that wild, fearless surge she hadn't experienced since college, before her husband and career and motherhood wore her edges soft. “You’re on,” she said, and they clinked their salt-rimmed glasses together as a promise of delicious transgressions to come.

Their newfound purpose transformed their idle lounging into a strategic reconnaissance mission. As they sipped on their fourth round of icy drinks, they scoped out potential interests around the pool. The resort was bustling with an array of guests: solo travelers, couples, and families, all enjoying the beautiful weather. The Caribbean sun climbed higher, transforming the morning's gentle warmth into a throbbing, insistent heat that matched the women's mounting desire.

Boosted by the confidence of the tequila now humming through her veins like liquid courage, Tina rose from her chaise lounge and shot Lindsay an impish grin. "May the best woman win," she challenged, sauntering across the hot tiles toward the thatched roof of the small beach bar shack. She noticed a tall, tanned man ordering a drink. His confident stance and relaxed demeanor immediately caught her attention, and she walked over to stand next to him. The man turned his head and smiled at her. “Buy me a drink?” she asked, her speech slightly slurred, slowly rolling the tip of her tongue around her plump lips. The man’s smile grew wider as he cast a glance down Tina’s body, admiring her hips and the way her bikini top barely contained her perky breasts.

“Absolutely,” he answered smoothly, lifting a finger to let the bartender know his intentions.

They introduced themselves. His name was Eric, and his voice ran low and smooth, like aged whiskey poured over ice, the kind of voice that could murmur filthy promises in a woman's ear while making her feel like the only person in the universe. He wore an unbuttoned short-sleeved linen shirt the color of sun-bleached sand that fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, revealing a golden-brown, hairless chest.

Tina slowly traced her fingers along the pronounced veins of his forearm as she stared into his soulful brown eyes, the exact shade of melted dark chocolate. "So, Eric," she cooed, her voice dripping with honeyed intention. "Tell me your story."

He didn’t blink. “There’s really not much to tell. I’m here to learn a little about the tourism scene before I decide to invest in a local business. And you?”

Tina raised her drink, the frosted rim cold against her glossy mouth, beads of condensation sliding down her fingers. "I'm here to be bad," she murmured around the lip of her glass, her voice a silken purr that caused Eric to nearly spit out his cocktail.

She leaned closer, the scent of sunscreen mingling with her jasmine perfume as she whispered, "I made a bet with my friend. The first one to…" she paused, delighting in the suspense, watching his pupils dilate with interest, "have a, let's say, memorable encounter wins. Is that something you might be interested in, Eric? Assisting me in having a memorable encounter?" Her manicured fingernail traced a lazy circle on his smooth pec.

Eric gaped at her, his tongue flickering for a moment as if tasting the idea before committing. "Yeah," he said, his voice smooth, confident, and filled with desire. "I'd say I could help with that."

The sun beat down a little harder, or maybe it was just the heat in Tina’s bloodstream, as she listened to the cadence of Eric’s acceptance. She glanced down at his left hand and noted the gold band on his ring finger, suggesting a wife in some dreary Midwestern suburb, bundled in a cardigan, herding the kids, waiting for his return. But that didn't matter to Tina. What mattered was the way the resonance in his voice caused a fluttering sensation deep in her belly and the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his magenta swim trunks, outlined so clearly she could trace the ridge of its head with her eyes.

Tina smiled, her lips curving into a seductive invitation, and took a slow step back, her fingers wrapping around his wrist like a silken promise. The heat from his skin radiated against her palm as she tugged him forward, her hips swaying with each backward step. The sand was warm beneath her bare feet as she led him around the corner of the small wooden shack, weathered gray by salt and sun, to the secluded rear where the rustling palm trees and tropical birds would witness what came next.

—ooOoo—

Lindsay watched from a distance as they disappeared behind the tiki bar, her blue eyes twinkling with both amusement and a predatory hint of determination. She turned back to scan the pool area, the water's surface rippling with diamond-like reflections under the merciless sun. Her gaze settled on a group of three young men who were laughing and splashing each other in the shallow end, their bronzed torsos glistening with droplets that caught the light like tiny prisms. Her competitive spirit, now a raging inferno fueled by Tina's bold move, propelled Lindsay up from her cushioned lounge chair. She adjusted her electric blue string bikini bottom, tugging the thin fabric from where it had wedged between her ass cheeks, then ran her fingertips along the edge where it cut across her hip bones.

As she approached the pool, the men abruptly stopped horsing around. Their gazes, hungry and unabashed, turned towards her like compass needles finding magnetic north, taking in every sun-kissed curve. Her hips swayed with a confident grace that spoke of experience, and her full breasts, barely contained by the straining fabric of her top, bounced softly with each deliberate step. Their appreciative eyes traced the hourglass curves of her form, captivated by her alluring presence like sailors entranced by a siren's call. With a playful flick of her hair, Lindsay flashed them a welcoming smile and asked in a voice like warm caramel, "Who here is up for a challenge?"

The three young men exchanged looks, excitement mingling with intrigue clear in their expressions. One of them, a muscular guy with sandy blond hair and an easy grin, looked up at her. "What kind of challenge?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

Lindsay leaned in closer, her voice low and seductive. "I'm competing with my friend to see who can have the most memorable sexual encounters this vacation, and want to know if you would like to help me win?"

His grin widened as understanding dawned on him. "Count us in," he said eagerly, gesturing for his friends to get out of the pool. Lindsay's heart raced with excitement as she snatched a towel off a nearby lounger and sauntered off towards one of the cabanas, the three guys close behind. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the three college-age men trailing her like ducklings after a mother, each giving his best pantomime of suave, though their eyes betrayed pure anticipation.

—ooOoo—

Behind the beach bar shack was a spot that was mostly shielded from onlookers, but not completely private. Eric leaned down to kiss Tina, but she put a finger to his lips. “No kissing, just fuck me,” she commanded as she turned and placed the palms of her hands against the back wall of the shack and spread her legs. Eric didn't hesitate; with a swift, practiced yank on the delicate ties of her canary yellow bikini, the fabric fell away, and Tina found herself completely naked, the alabaster skin of her exposed breasts and bottom creating a striking contrast against her deeply tanned torso and thighs. She braced herself, feeling the rough bite of sun-warped wood against her palms and the sweet, humid breeze tickling her bare skin. Behind her, Eric made a low, guttural noise that rumbled from deep in his chest, equal parts reverent awe and undeniable arousal, as he tossed his linen shirt aside and firmly gripped her hips. She felt the bulge in his swim trunks brush against the soft curve of her ass as he pressed himself against her, fumbling for a second with the drawstring before the synthetic fabric slid down his bronze, muscled legs to puddle around his ankles.

Reaching around, he cupped her pert breasts, completely enveloping them with his hands, his thumbs and forefingers finding her dusky nipples and rolling them until they pebbled into stiff peaks. He pressed his chest against her back, his breath hot on her neck as he guided his thick, pulsing erection to her slick folds, the swollen head parting her wet flesh before he eased himself inside her. Tina's head fell back against his shoulder as a throaty moan escaped her lips, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion. The weathered wood of the shack scraped against her palms, and the balls of her feet dug crescents into the warm, yielding sand, searching for purchase as her body instinctively rocked back to meet his.

Eric pulled back, his hands sliding from her chest to grip her supple hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh where tan lines created a stark boundary between golden and milky white skin. He slowly withdrew his glistening shaft until just the mushroom-shaped head remained nestled between her swollen lips, then slammed back into her with such force that the weathered boards of the shack creaked in protest.

The thrust knocked the air from Tina's lungs in a violent rush, her fingers clawing against the sun-bleached wood as she sucked oxygen back in with a half-laugh, half-groan that vibrated through her throat and down her arched spine. “Oh… my… god,” she grunted once she had caught her breath as Eric began to fuck her in earnest, every thrust measured and deep, the sound of their bodies slapping barely muffled by the sound of nearby surf and the hotel band striking up a tragic Calypso version of Margaritaville. Tina closed her eyes and felt the tropical heat bake her skin and the sweat beading along her spine and pooling in the dimples above her ass. The briny scent of the ocean mixed with coconut sunscreen and the sharp tang of her sex overwhelmed her senses. She pushed back against him, her hips grinding in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts, her breathless laugh dissolving into ragged, desperate inhalations. His hand slid with greedy purpose down the soft slope of her quivering belly, fingers splaying possessively before delving into the dark, damp curls between her legs. His thumb located her swollen clit, flicking at the sensitive nub with a practiced roughness that sent electric jolts up through her core.

She’d never had a man take her with such raw, mercenary desire. She reveled in the forbidden thrill of it, in the dirtiness of being bent over and penetrated mere feet from unsuspecting tourists, knowing that someone could walk around the corner at any moment and witness her being mounted like an animal. Time unraveled and frayed the edges of her consciousness; her knees began to wobble beneath her, muscles trembling with the effort to maintain her position as perspiration beaded on her skin. The rhythmic slap of Eric's hips against her ass echoed in counterpoint to distant steel drums, while the obscene, wet noises of their fuck drove her closer and closer to a state of frantic surrender.

When it happened, when the burning hot coil inside her finally snapped, her body surged forward so hard her forehead thudded against the wall, causing the liquor bottles on the shelf inside the bar to rattle. The orgasm barreled through her like a Category 5 hurricane, all sensation compressed to a white-hot pinprick behind her navel and then detonating outward in pulsing waves, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching rhythmically around his thick shaft, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as Eric grunted like a rutting stag and drove into her again and again and again, his fingers burying into the tender flesh of her hips as if he could fuse their sweat-slippery bodies together by sheer force of primal need. She let herself dissolve into it completely, making no effort whatsoever to muffle the raw, feral sounds that ripped from her heaving chest, knowing that anyone behind the bar or some sunburned tourist in a tacky Hawaiian shirt shuffling past would hear her and know exactly what she was: a greedy, cock-filled slut getting exactly what she desired.

Tina felt Eric’s cock twitch and swell inside her, and in the half second before eruption, she imagined the warm shock of his cum filling her deepest recesses, the delicious taboo of it coating her insides like liquid silk, becoming a secret she would carry all day beneath her bikini while lounging poolside. She barely had time to smile at the anticipation before he shuddered, bellowed wordlessly, and pulsed hard inside her, each throb distinct and powerful. He held her ass tightly against his crotch, gasping as his hips jerked forward in small, desperate thrusts, intent to drive every last sperm home.

A moment later, Eric collapsed against her back, pushing her up against the shack’s weathered planks, his sweat mixing with hers, both their bodies slick and exhausted. He nuzzled at the damp nape of her neck, his beard stubble scraping deliciously against her tender skin, and Tina waited, pulse still hammering in her throat. She wondered if he would attempt some hollow post-coital sentiment ("you're so beautiful," "you're just amazing,") or simply pull up his trunks and vanish. Instead, he let out a low, satisfied hum that vibrated against her shoulder blades and laughed quietly, the sound rich as butterscotch, not at all mocking, just deeply, primitively pleased.

She liked that. She liked that a lot.

Eric shuffled back, his still semi-hard cock slipping out of her with a wet squelch, a trickle of his release seeping out and trailing down her inner thigh. He bent down and pulled up his trunks, the fabric clinging to his damp skin. Tina turned and plucked her bikini from the ground, shaking off the fine white sand that clung to the delicate material, before slipping it back on, tying each string with practiced fingers. She flicked her wrist in a casual salute. "Appreciate the help," she said, then pivoted and walked away, the sway of her hips leaving him frozen in place, watching until the last glimpse of her splendid bottom disappeared around the corner.

—ooOoo—

Inside the cabana, Lindsay draped the towel over a wicker chair and turned to face her three admirers. Apart from the chair, a daybed hugged one wall, and a simple side table completed the room's sparse furnishings. Slatted wooden doors offered the illusion of privacy while allowing golden ribbons of afternoon sun to stripe across the tile floor. She reached behind her back and tugged on the strings of her bikini top, removing it and tossing it aside, revealing her generous, slightly sagging breasts. Her nipples, wide and soft pink, were already growing hard in the cool shade of the cabana. The smallest of the three men, the one with jet-black hair and a mischievous smirk, let out a low whistle and glanced uneasily at his friends, as if to confirm this was really happening.

Lindsay felt a delicious surge of power, a warm electricity that prickled her skin and made her want to drag out the teasing as long as possible. She traced a fingertip around one of her protruding nipples as she savored the hungry stares fixed on her every movement. "When I point at you, introduce yourself," she purred, her voice velvety and deliberate. The tallest man visibly swallowed, the muscular one's fingers twitched at his sides, and the dark-haired one's lips parted slightly. All three stood rooted to the spot, their chests rising and falling with quickened breath. "And then," she added, slowly pulling the string at her waist holding on her bikini bottoms, the knot slowly unraveling, "drop your trunks."

The tension was nail-biting as her bottoms fell from her hips and slid to the floor. The only sound was the lazy pulse of the ceiling fan above, pushing cool air over the delicious hush, and the soft, collective inhale the three men took when her pussy lips and neatly trimmed landing strip were revealed.

Lindsay's gaze drifted across the trio before her finger lazily indicated the muscular one standing in the middle. His posture immediately stiffened, shoulders rolling back as he announced, "Name's Mark." Without hesitation, he pulled down his bright turquoise trunks with a practiced flourish, his erection springing free. His dick was a bit over average in length, with prominent veins mapping the tanned shaft. Placing his hands on his hips, he flashed a self-assured smile, a flush creeping beneath his sun-bronzed cheeks. Everything about him screamed fraternity brother.

Lindsay walked with exaggerated slowness to stand directly in front of Mark. She placed her palms on his chiseled chest, running them down his body as she sank to her knees. One hand grasped his thick shaft as she licked and then parted her lips, taking the head of his cock between them, the salty taste of perspiration and precum mingling with the subtle, musky sweetness of his skin. Lindsay relished the tension vibrating from Mark's thighs; his legs trembled as she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue curling luxuriously around the velvety shaft. She moved slowly at first, swirling, teasing, flicking her eyes up to meet his whenever his breath hitched, then set a steady, firm rhythm, hollowing her cheeks with each long, deep pull. Mark groaned helplessly and threaded his rough hands into Lindsay’s hair, barely resisting the urge to thrust.

"You’re so fucking good at that," he muttered, voice quavering, respect, disbelief, and worship colored into the words. She rewarded him with a deep, guttural hum and felt his cock twitch against her palate. She continued to slowly suck him as her eyes fixed on the boy to his right, the one with the dark hair, lifting a finger to indicate he was next.

He shivered visibly as he introduced himself, "I’m Tony," and dropped his floral-patterned swimsuit, his cock popping free. His penis was smaller than Mark’s, with a slight upward curve, and he had a wild thatch of black pubic hair. He moved to the side of Lindsay, eagerly waiting his turn as he watched Lindsay's lips work the other man's length. She let Mark slip from her mouth, smiling impishly as a bead of drool dripped from her lower lip, and turned her face to Tony's waiting erection.

She let it rest against her cheek a moment, as if weighing its dimensions with her skin. Tony's scent was different, sharper, more chemical, with a whiff of nervous sweat. She ran her fingertips through the wiry patch above his cock, met his gaze, and then took him inside her mouth, almost to the root. His cock was so rigid it thudded against the roof of her mouth. Lindsay bobbed her head, savoring his sharp hiss, the motion of his abs clenching tight just above her forehead. She cupped his balls with one palm, rolling them, and he bit down a groan.

Mark reached down and squeezed one of Lindsay's heavy breasts, feeling the warm flesh yield beneath his calloused fingertips. His thumb circled her pink nipple until it pebbled into a tight bud, sending visible shivers across her tanned skin. Lindsay's throat constricted around Tony's cock as she moaned, the vibrations traveling through his shaft like an electric current. Tony's fingers hovered above her honey-blonde hair before threading through the silky strands. He cupped the back of her skull, guiding her forward with gentle insistence until her nose brushed against the wiry thatch at the base of his cock.

She was aware of their friend, still nameless, waiting his turn like a wolf at the edge of firelight. Lindsay withdrew from Tony with a deliberate slowness, letting his cock pop free with an audible sound, a shimmering trail of spit stretching then falling onto her slender fingers before she wrapped them firmly around the base of his shaft and began rhythmically stroking. She tilted her chin upward to meet the wild, bright eyes of the third young man, his pupils dilated with hunger. "And you are?" she questioned, her voice husky from exertion as she gestured towards him with her free hand.

He answered with a shy half-grin, “Shawn,” and in one smooth move, his own board shorts were on the floor. He wasn’t as fit as the other two, a little soft around the midsection, but his penis was quite impressive, long and thick and crowned by a flared, heart-shaped head. She liked the way his hips bucked as soon as the air hit his slick glans, as though just the anticipation of her mouth had already infected his nervous system.

Shawn moved to her left, crowding close, his musky cologne mingling with the others’ scents. Just as her lips parted to engulf his swollen cockhead, a strangled grunt pierced the humid air and hot, viscous fluid splashed across Lindsay’s neck and right shoulder, the pearlescent ribbons sliding down her collarbone. Three heads snapped in unison toward Tony, whose face contorted in a battlefield of expressions; rapturous pleasure warring with soul-crushing embarrassment. His cheeks flamed crimson against his tanned skin, mouth opening and closing like a beached fish. Instead of completing his half-formed apology, he pulled away from Lindsay’s grip, yanked on his trunks, and bolted from the cabana, the wooden door banging against its frame as his friends' raucous laughter echoed after him.

Lindsay's cornflower blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the remaining two, instantly silencing their mirth. “Sorry, ma’am,” they both sheepishly said in tandem. She wasn’t sure what she thought of being called ma’am by the two young men, although, to be honest, her own son was just a few years younger than the guys she was currently blowing. She shook the thought from her mind and deliberately traced manicured fingertips through the warm fluid pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. With theatrical slowness, she brought the gooey cum to her parted lips, her tongue extending to collect every droplet of Tony's salty-sweet essence, savoring it like a master pastry chef evaluating the perfect vanilla glaze.

After licking her fingers clean, she pivoted her attention to Shawn, whose cock throbbed visibly with each thundering heartbeat, a bead of crystalline precum welling from its slit. His toes curled as she delicately lapped at the salty droplet, her tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge where his glans met his shaft. The teasing contact wrenched a guttural sound from deep in his chest, half growl, half whimper. Mark's calloused fingers grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to his own straining erection. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the velvet-covered steel pulse against her grip. Her other hand found Shawn's thick shaft, establishing a counterpoint rhythm as her tongue danced lazy circles around his bulbous head, leaving wet trails across the taut, purple-tinged skin.

Shawn's eyes rolled back as Lindsay's hot, wet mouth engulfed the swollen head of his cock. "Oh fuck me," he breathed out, the words catching in his throat as her tongue swirled expertly around his sensitive ridge. Her hands never stopped their rhythmic pumping, right palm gliding slickly along Mark's throbbing shaft while her left worked Shawn's considerable length with twisting strokes that made him tremble.

Lindsay's desire had transformed into a pulsing ache between her thighs, her inner walls fluttering, craving the one thing that could satisfy. She pulled her mouth off Shawn with a lewd, wet pop that echoed in the small enclosure and slithered onto the daybed. She stretched herself across the cushions, arching her back so her heavy breasts lifted toward the ceiling, nipples puckered and rosy. The motion was so languid and feline that the two men just stared, stupefied. She lay back and let her legs fall open, revealing her fleshy labia and the glistening pink folds between. Her fingers traced lazy, deliberate circles over her swollen clit, spreading the slick evidence of her arousal. "Well?" she invited, her voice a velvet rasp, "What are you waiting for?"

Shawn blinked and then pounced, climbing atop her with a hunger that bordered on desperation. His cock found her immediately, lining up by muscle memory alone, and she gasped at the abrupt, delicious stretch as he filled her in a single, greedy thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging furrows into the small of his back as her hips arched, grinding herself up to take every inch. His wild, ragged breathing matched the frantic pump of his body, each stroke deeper, hungrier, more primal than the last.

Mark, not to be excluded, climbed onto the daybed, the mattress dipping beneath his muscular weight as he positioned himself next to Lindsay's head. One of her hands reached up, a fingernail grazing the sensitive underside of his throbbing member, beckoning him to her mouth. His cock slid between her lips, soft satin skin dragging across her tongue, hollowing her cheeks, and sucking him with the same deliberate intensity she’d shown before, never missing a beat as she rocked her hips beneath Shawn’s pounding thrusts.

For a moment, the world reduced to sensation: The salty tang of Mark’s cock filling her mouth, Shawn’s relentless rhythm splitting her open, and cool air from the slowly rotating fan above prickling her exposed nipples, stoking the wildfire throughout her body. Lindsay’s carnal moans vibrated around Mark’s cock, earning repeated gasps, each time ratcheting up the collective frenzy. Sweat slicked her skin, droplets pooling in the hollow of her throat and between her heaving breasts. The musk of sex hung thick in the small cabana's air, mingling with sunscreen, cologne, and the briny tang of ocean. She felt her clit throb with urgency, swollen and slippery, each brutal snap of Shawn's hips against her tender flesh sending shockwaves through her pelvis, pushing her closer to a wave she no longer had any will to resist.

She squeezed Shawn’s cock inside her with deliberate contractions, delighting in his hoarse howl as her vagina milked the shaft like a greedy fist. Mark’s hands gripped her head; he seemed almost awed by the slutty wantonness with which she blew him, craning her neck, twisting her tongue, and swallowing him so deep that he thought he felt himself press against the back of her throat.

Inside her, Shawn was losing his composure, his face flushed and shining with perspiration as he relentlessly pounded her, hips snapping forward, balls slapping loudly against the space between her thighs with each brutal thrust. “Oh god,” he groaned, voice strained and wild, his arms trembling as he propped himself over her body. “I’m gonna…” He gritted his teeth, threw his head back, and managed another half dozen ragged pumps before burying himself in her as far as he could go. She could feel the hot, pulsing flood of semen splattering against her most sensitive insides, the wild convulsion of his entire body rippling down into her core.

The sensation triggered Lindsay’s own orgasm, blinding and sudden, tightening her abdomen so sharply she felt herself levitate, the world shrinking to deep inside and then exploding, like a star going nova. She panted and moaned around Mark’s cock, forcing a strangled gasp from him as he leaned forward, shoving himself deeper into her mouth than he’d intended, but Lindsay didn't blink or back off. She let him fuck her face, took every inch, gagged on purpose, eyes stinging with tears, because she knew it would destroy him, and it did. A moment later, his grip on her head tightened, and hot, briny jets erupted, flooding her mouth and spilling out the sides. It had been a long time since a man had cum in her mouth, and the taste was more bitter than she remembered, but she let it linger on her tongue before allowing it to trickle down her throat, savoring the salty tang. When Mark pulled away, his still half-hard cock glazed with saliva, she collected a dollop off her chin and sucked on her finger, grinning up at him in lazy triumph.

She turned to Shawn, still inside her, barely coherent, his jaw slack, his body shuddering with the aftermath. Lindsay tilted her hips, invitingly, and he bent to kiss her neck, a gesture surprisingly sweet for a stranger. She laughed breathily, combing fingers through his sweat-soaked hair as he collapsed on top of her before rolling off to her side.

They lay there for a minute or five, the fan slicing the air overhead, the world muffled and golden through the cabana slats. Lindsay could feel the cocktail of semen mixed with her own fluids begin to seep from her, sticky and hot, flowing down the crack of her ass. She glanced at Shawn, whose chest was still heaving, his eyes hooded and dazed, and at Mark, who blinked at the ceiling in shell-shocked wonder.

“I think this fuck may help me win,” Lindsay said cheerily as she stood, retying her bikini back into place and pulling the towel off the chair to wipe the slick streaks of semen and sweat from her body as the men sat up and watched with dumb, blissful expressions. She lingered a moment longer than necessary, enjoying the sensation of being watched, admired, and wanted without any pretense. Then she stepped out onto the sunbaked deck, a soft breeze cooling her flushed body, and made her way back to her lounger.

Tina was sunning herself face-down on their lounge chair, margarita within reach, looking like nothing had ever happened except maybe the slight reddening of her skin from the tropical sunshine. Lindsay flung herself down next to her, feeling the tension, sweat, sperm, and sun dissolve into the cushion. They lay in companionable silence for a few minutes, letting the noise of the world fade behind the roaring hush of their own shared secret.

Finally, Tina rolled her head to the side and grinned. "So?" she asked, her voice bright and mocking but with genuine curiosity pulsing underneath. "Did you work up an appetite for dinner?"

—ooOoo—

That evening, the women sat on one of the queen-sized beds in their room, the plush comforter already rumpled beneath them. It was time for the ritual they'd both been anticipating: telling each other about their day's sexual conquests to determine who'd won the first round of their competition. Tina wore a pair of boy-short panties that hugged the curve of her hips and a loose white tank top, her perky breasts partially visible through the arm holes, nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. Lindsay had chosen a crop-top T-shirt with "CABO WABO" faded across the front that barely contained her boobs, the hem riding up to expose the underside of her curves, paired with a red thong that disappeared between her tanned thighs. Tina topped off their glasses from the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc they'd brought back from the bar, the pale golden liquid catching the light as a few drops spilled onto the bedspread with a casualness that spoke of old habits and the delicious unraveling of vacation decorum.

Tina decided to start things off. "I led him around the tiki hut and told him I was only interested in fucking," she said, tipping her glass in a salute to her own directness. There was a tiny flash of pride, or maybe joy, in the way she described Eric’s reaction: the way his cock had nearly erupted from his swim trunks at the suggestion, tenting the fabric obscenely, the way his hands had trembled when he gripped her ass. She drew out the details: the thrill of being naked in public where anyone could have seen her, the rough, splintery boards digging into her palms as she braced herself, the sticky heat of Eric's cum dripping down her inner thigh in rivulets. As she recounted the rhythm of his thrusts, savage and unrelenting, Lindsay's hand unconsciously slid between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her gradually wetting panties, the cotton fabric clinging to her swollen lips. Tina finished up the tale of her carnal tryst with a theatrical sigh. "He fucked me so hard I ended up bashing my forehead into the tiki shack," she laughed, running a finger along the faint pink welt above her eyebrow as if the memory was some cherished bruise, a badge of honor. "I left a dent in the wood, but trust me, it was the pounding my cunt took, I'll remember."

Lindsay grinned and swigged her wine, studying Tina with open admiration at her normally timid friend’s boldness. "Not bad," she conceded. "But I went for quantity over quality. Because I took on three." She let the words hang for a moment, savoring Tina's appreciative whistle. Then she recited the porno plot that played out in the cabana: how they lined up, awestruck, as she stripped off her bikini; how the first one lasted only a few minutes, cumming all over her neck and shoulder before slinking away defeated, how the other two had double-teamed her on the daybed, one face-fucking her while the other plowed her so hard she thought the furniture was going to collapse. Lindsay exaggerated nothing; if anything, she underplayed the animal desperation of the encounter, the way she’d lost her sense of self in the tangle of muscle and cock and lust. She described the taste of the cum, the sting of it hitting the back of her throat, the wild-eyed awe on their faces when she gulped it down. As she was recalling, her hand crept into the waistband of her thong, fingers slipping in and out of her slickened slit.

Tina, listening, had her own hand idly moving between her parted thighs, the fabric of the purple boy-shorts already darkened with moisture. She gazed with hungry delight at Lindsay’s hand moving inside her panties, noting the faint tremor in her wrist. The two of them held eye contact for a charged moment, then Lindsay, in a fit of lust-filled bravado, removed her shirt to expose her heavy breasts, nipples the color of faded rose petals, and slid off her thong. Tina, not to be outdone, hooked both her thumbs inside the waistband of her shorts and shimmied them down, the damp strip peeling clingingly from her flesh. She kicked them off the end of the bed, then arched backwards, spreading her knees wide. "So we're doing this, huh?" she asked rhetorically.

They masturbated together mostly in silence, save for the small wet sounds of finger on flesh, the faint creaking of the hotel mattress, and the soft moans and gasps escaping their lips. Lindsay was the first to come, a shivering gasp escaping as her hips shuddered, her thighs pressed together around her questing hand. She threw herself flat on her back, sweat glistening on her breasts, her face twisted with pleasure. Tina watched, aroused past all resistance, and rubbed furiously, chasing her own release until a cry burst from her lips, eyes squeezed shut, fingers pumping through the wetness pooling between her legs.

Both women lay panting in their post-orgasmic bliss, skin flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the amber glow of the bedside lamp. The bedding beneath them was damp and twisted from their writhing, bearing witness to their shared pleasure. After a bit, Tina rolled onto her side and faced Lindsay, propping her head on one hand, her tousled hair cascading across her shoulder. Her fingertip idly circled the erect nipple of a breast that had slipped free from her wrinkled, sweat-dampened tank top, the rosy bud tightening further at her own touch. Tina exhaled, her voice a mixture of admiration and defeat. "I’ll say that three guys cumming on you and inside you beats my single man tiki hut adventure. Round one goes to you, sperm bank," she conceded, a twinkle in her eyes.

Lindsay sat up, raised her arms in victory, and shook her chest in a triumphant shimmy, her naked tits bouncing and jiggling like gelatin molds. They both collapsed back onto the damp bedding, breathless with laughter.

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