June's Vacation Days 2-4 - Sex Stories

June's Vacation Days 2-4

... hand away, but June stopped me. She slammed my hand back on her cunt.

"Don't move that hand; I am not finished."

I could feel her shake and mini tremors going through her body. Her pussy was soaking wet. Slowly, June's body went limp and began to return to normal. June did expel some sighs of relief and contentment. She seemed to be at ease on the beach. It was just what she needed.

The next day, Day 3, June signed us up for a hike to explore the rainforest and Mother Nature's wonders. She flashed me a few times. It was her way of giving back to nature. I did my part of trying to get a feel for every available chance. We were worse than two high school kids. The hike did us in, and we passed out by eight o'clock.

The next morning, Day 4, we ordered some room service breakfast. June said, "Matthew, let's go to our private pool. It looks very inviting."

"You go; I have to get on the internet and work. I have a couple of consulting jobs on the horizon," I informed June.

June said, "Okay, I'll soak up some sun while you do your work."

The computer work took a lot longer than I had planned. After I finished, I walked over to the balcony window and saw June spread eagle on an inviting beach bed. She was wearing a gold thong bikini. The sight of June spread eagle with her floppy beach hat and her eyes closed gave me a sinister idea.

I went downstairs in stealth mode and surprised June. She had fallen asleep in the warm tropical sun. I slid in between her ...

... legs and began assaulting her shaved pussy with my tongue.

June started to awaken and began mumbling, "What the fuck is going on here!"

I said nothing and continued to tongue fuck that exquisite pussy of hers. June was only half awake before she realized what was happening to her.

"Oh, yes, I know it was you, Matthew, with that vicious tongue eating my cunt," June moaned.

As I continued the attack on her love triangle, June's legs clamped down on my head. She was making sure that my tongue was not leaving her pussy. She gyrated as my tongue searched for "The little man in the boat." June applied more pressure on my head as she began to moan and utter some filth.

"Matthew, you have the most fantastic tongue in the world. Fuck, that feels so good. You could satisfy a stone statue. Keep eating my pussy," she uttered.

June's legs draped over my head, and I held it tightly against her shaved pussy. Now and then, June allowed me to get a breath of fresh air before she forced me to continue the tongue-lashing. She began to thrust her hips and thrash all over the bed.

June moaned, "That feels so good. You are depraved, and I love it. Fuck, I want you to eat me all day."

Suddenly, her body began to shake violently; her breathing was irregular; she raised her hips high and crashed them down on the bed. June was panting like a marathon runner after finishing a race. She began to massage and caress her breasts. Her body looked like a glazed doughnut, with a smile of ...