Tag: Antony

We’d only taken a short vacation, just 8 days. Day 8 was just a half day, since we had to check out by noon and be at the airport for 3PM. I’d like to say it was an uneventful half-day, but it wasn’t. And yes, it was because of “Mandy.”

I didn’t quite notice the pattern at the time, but it’s now clear as day. But I’m getting ahead of myself — more on this in a later post.

That last morning, I woke up to the muffled sounds of Brooke moaning in the middle of having sex.

Wait, what???

She wasn’t in the room. The sounds came from outside. I got up and groggily made my way to the door. I looked through the peep hole and sure enough, there was Brooke (actually, “Mandy”) getting screwed from behind, chest pushed against the door, her face red and flushed with heat. She was half-turned toward the Mexican guy who was having her way with her. He was encouraging her in Spanish. I didn’t know EXACTLY what he was saying, but sex talk is pretty universal. It must’ve been the equivalent of “take that,” or “you like that, don’t you?” or “how does THAT feel?” Clearly, it felt pretty good.

I immediately saw red and opened the door, meaning to interrupt them. That didn’t work as planned. She lost her balance and stopped herself against me. The guy behind her didn’t miss a beat and kept on plowing her, clearly not noticing me. “Mandy” saw me, and even though she blushed a little, she reached down for my boxers, pulled them down, and freed my morning erection from its prison. Without hesitation, she bent forward to take me in her mouth, still keeping her butt in the air to allow her lover to keep doing his work.

As always where “Mandy” is concerned (especially in Brooke’s body!), my brain shut down and I didn’t really understand the impact of what we were doing until after… “Mandy’s” squeals of delight were something to behold, as was her technique. The way she moved her tongue around my shaft and the way she gyrated her hips against the guy, it’s clear she was no newbie at this. I held myself against the door frame and tried to delay the incoming orgasm, but she would have none of it. So a minute or two after it began, it was all over, in a great symphony of sexual moans and screams.

I was stunned for a few moments, as were my “partners.” The Mexican came to his senses before I did. Realizing what had happened, he pulled up his pants, grabbed his clothes in a panic, and ran away before I could react, all the while screaming “Lo siento! Lo siento!”

I looked down at “Mandy,” and she looked up at me. Her eyes teared up as she got to her feet. “I.. I’m so sorry, Jaycee. I… couldn’t help myself! I’m… a slut. I’m so sorry! You must hate me so much, now!”

Her sobs broke my heart. I put my arm around her shoulders, brought her inside, and tried to console her. “Now now,” I kept whispering in her ear.

One thing led to another, and in the process we ended up in bed again. And you know what they say about make up sex.

—–

A few hours later, we all gathered to check out and go to the airport. There were a lot of tensions in the group. The four of us (Brooke, Mandy, Meghan and myself) knew what was REALLY going on, but not the others. Antony was avoiding looking at “Mandy.” Frank (who had learned about Antony’s indiscretion) looked really upset and was standing much farther from Antony than usual. I wanted to stay close to “Mandy,” but to keep up appearances, I had to appear close to “Brooke” (who looked like Mandy). That made us both uncomfortable and we avoided touching each other. Jennifer also looked awkward in her clothes, like they were too tight (they were!) and she was afraid to make big movements and cause the seams to rip. Jason was the only one who looked blissfully ignorant of what was going on. (It was only later we really figured out that his IQ had dropped significantly as his tan had grown darker.)

The ride to the airport was fairly silent, as was the plane ride home.

We landed, got our luggage, and parted ways. Mandy, Brooke, Meghan and myself waited until the others were out of view before switching partners. I left with “Mandy” and Meghan left with “Brooke.” It was an awkward parting and we all made it short.

“Let’s get together tomorrow and talk this stuff out, okay?” Meghan asked. We all nodded, just wanting this to be over.

And moments later, it was over.

–Jaycee

Next update: Friday

It could only be one thing: tanning. Our getting more tan was the only thing that had been constantly increasing since our arrival. And it kind of made sense, now that I had thought about it.

On the morning of Day 6, Mandy and I were struggling with that understanding and our desire for each other. It wasn’t long before we figured there was no point in resisting it. The tan wasn’t going away, so we might as well enjoy the benefits. But we knew we also needed a plan to stay out of trouble, and keep the others out of trouble as well.

There were three days left to go. We were in Mexico. It was going to be pretty hard to stay away from the sun, but if we DIDN’T, we were going to become crazy sex bunnies by the end of vacation. They’d need a crowbar to separate us.

So after an hour of sex, we felt sufficiently relieved to get out and stay in control. It wasn’t the case with our friends. Jason, Frank & Antony were wearing very loose clothing, but it was pretty obvious they had uncomfortably hard erections and were sucking their stomachs in a feeble attempt to hide them. The girls were fidgety and squirmy, like they needed to pee. Mandy and I knew better. They just needed some hard sex. Even normally prudish Jennifer was having a difficult time keeping her hands from her crotch and boobs.

Fortunately, I had a stroke of genius. “Guys, why don’t we go cenote diving? I’ve heard of these great spots not far from the resort: The Pit, and Dos Ojos. I hear those are fantastic!”

If you’re not familiar with cenotes, those are kind of semi open-sky caves in which you can do some amazing scuba diving. They are usually inland and have fresh water; some have salt water if you dive deep enough. The one known as The Pit is such a pit. And if you go even deeper, there’s a layer of sulfites that looks like a fuzzy yellow cloud. You can sink in it and disappear. But anyway, the GOOD news about cenotes is that there’s usually not as much sunlight in there. So no chance to get a stronger tan. Thus, our condition wouldn’t get any worse.

Everybody thought it was a great idea, except Jason and Jennifer. They just wanted to stay at the resort (and bang each other like wild weasels, I think). I noticed Jennifer really looked buff — more than usual. I wondered if that was the result of some faerie magic. Either way, I told her she looked a little sick, and perhaps she should stay out of the sun for the day. Jason agreed. “I think Jaycee’s right. You should get some rest. I’ll take care of you.”

I knew what THAT meant.

So the rest of us went diving for the day. The water was fairly “cold” (by Mexican standards), so we all had to wear wet suits. Even better to avoid getting a tan. It was an incredible experience, actually, and I think we all forgot for a while how crazy horny we all were.

And it was fairly late when we got back to the resort, so we didn’t really get much of a chance to tan. Next stop: cleaning up our gear, then getting ready for dinner.

* * *

Dinner was over much too fast. We all wanted to get back to our bedrooms and have at it like rabbits. We ate our food, yawned like we were tired (to signal to the others that we were about to retire), and finally got up to leave. Some of us (Mandy, Frank, Brooke) made a detour by the bathrooms before heading back to their rooms. Me, I went straight back to my room, with Meghan following me not too far. It was legitimate, since her room wasn’t that far from mine, but I felt a little like a prey. She noticed I was nervous and laughed.

“Chill, Jay, it’s not like I’m going to bang you or anything. Not unless you ask real nice.”

She laughed again, and I realized I was being an idiot.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been on edge lately.”

I got to my room, slipped in real quick, and mumbled a quick “G’nite” before locking myself inside.

Safe!

The room had already been turned down by the staff, so there wasn’t much for me to do. I put on a bathrobe, some slippers, and watched TV while waiting for Mandy.

After 10-15 minutes, I realized she was a little late. A bathroom break couldn’t be this long. But I decided to be a bit more patient — maybe she’d gone to grab us some drinks to finish the evening. But after another 15 minutes, I was becoming decidedly worried. As I was getting off the bed to get dressed, I heard some knocking at the door.

“Jaycee?” It was Mandy’s voice. “Can you open the door?”

“Coming,” I shouted back. “You lost your keycard?”

I opened the door, and sure enough, there she was. But it was obvious there was something wrong. She wasn’t smiling, and there was something odd in the way she carried herself.

“Er… What’s going on? You okay?”

She looked really upset. “Did you set me up or something? This your idea of a joke?”

I was confused. “Mandy…” I started.

She shook her head.

“No, bro,” she interrupted. “Not Mandy. Brooke.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

The following day was really hard. Mandy and I woke up wanting nothing  but  sex, but we had made reservations to go visit the ruins at Coba. I’ve always wanted to go up a Mayan pyramid, but since Chichen Itza was now closed to climbers (you can only watch), Coba felt like a good replacement.

We just hadn’t counted on being so damned horny all the time.

That giant tentacle between my thighs just seemed to be even bigger, now, and definitely harder. It just had a mind of its own. Any time Mandy bent to pick something up (and she seemed to be dropping a LOT of things, lately), it rose to salute her ass. I’m sure she was doing it deliberately. She could have crouched to pick things up, but no siree, bending at the waist seemed like the ONLY way to go for her, now. So after a few times, I just got up, held her down with one hand, ripped her underwear off, and let nature take its (rather frantic) course.

“Oh YEAH!” she brayed. “Go GAWD YES!”

Those seemed the only words she knew how to say, at least for the following ten minutes. After that, we somewhat came to our senses.

“We’re having a LOT of sex, lately, don’t you think?” she asked.

I paused, the gears in my head suddenly turning. “What are you suggesting?”

“I’m so hot all the time… It’s not normal. I have erotic dreams every night. I wake up, I’m wet. I look at you, and it’s like a river down below. I see you look at another girl, and I just want you to bang me like a bitch in heat. I want to talk dirty to you all the time. Hell, we just DID it, and I want you in me again right now…”

Guys, it’s not every day a girl talks to me like that, and if I believed it was for real, I’d be very flattered. But that’s when it dawned on us that this was faerie magic at work.

“Minx!” I blurted out. “She must have done something to us before we left.”

“Screw that. Screw her. I want to screw you again!”

And with those words, Mandy positioned herself for another round of sexual wrestling. Which turned out to be a small prelude to a rougher main event. We were ALMOST late to leave for the ruins.

—–

The ruins at Coba are great. If you ever go there, DO rent a bike to do the road between the main ruins to the pyramid. First, it’s faster. You’ll have more time to climb the pyramid and enjoy the view. Second, if your girlfriend is in heat and happens to have gone commando, watching her wriggle around on the bike and almost climax from the pedaling can be quite an enjoyable view. For my part, since I had four sexy females to watch, all of whom were displaying various stages of excitement, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. They mostly tried to stay behind us guys, giggling and whispering comments at each other, but I wasn’t duped. I’d occasionally stop and fall behind to take a photograph, then take my time catching up to them, watching those sexy, swaying butts on the bikes’ thin seats.

It was a hot, bright, sunny day, and Mandy eventually asked me to rub more sunscreen on her shoulders and lower back. And since I already had the bottle out and my hands were wet, the other girls lined up for some sunscreen refresh. It was particularly odd with each of them, for different reasons. With Jennifer, it felt wrong. She’s always like my little sister. Except a sister doesn’t moan like this when you rub her shoulders. With Meghan, it was guilt, especially since she kept glancing back at me with mischief in her eyes (and her tongue repeatedly poking the inside of her cheek). And finally, Brooke… Brooke’s been my bro for the longest time, but now that he’s been a woman for over a year,  I’m almost always thinking of her as a woman. Except we’ve never had sex. But now, with my mind clouded with sex thoughts, it was getting more tempting. And her reaction at being rubbed with sunscreen was… enticing. “Damn, bro, you’re pretty good at this.” She pushed her butt back into my erection. “Oh, sorry ’bout that, man.” Fortunately, it didn’t go any further — I was done.

Antony and Frank were affected too, in case you’re wondering. I prefer not to dwell on that, since I don’t swing that way, but when they thought we weren’t looking, they were making passes at each other. You might think that they would have gone for the girls (their male-to-female urges kicking in), but no — they were just more INTO each other than before.

We were somehow able to contain ourselves and finish the visit without ripping our clothes off and having sex in public.

—–

Later that night, Mandy and I resumed our conversation from the morning (after a round of heated sex that I’ll leave to your imagination).

“Definitely faerie magic going on,” I said.

She nodded in agreement.

“And it’s getting worse, isn’t it?”

“Or better, depending on how you look at it,” Mandy said. “My orgasms are coming in faster and stronger now than even a few days ago.”

“What do you think’s making this happen? What’s changed, since we got here?”

We bounced a few explanations around, but nothing made sense. It wasn’t the water — we were drinking bottled water only. It wasn’t a change in sleeping patterns — we sometimes slept a lot, sometimes just a little. So what was the constant that had been going up during the last few days?

I was stomped, until my eyes fell on the near-empty bottle of sunscreen. Then it hit me like one of Mandy’s raging orgasms.

“It’s the sun! We’re getting more tanned!”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

The next morning, we had to get up pretty early. Antony, Frank, Mandy and I had planned on some scuba diving that day so we had a quick breakfast and took off on a bus to Cancun. The rest of the gang stayed behind to do some resort activities. Specifically, Brooke and Meghan had planned some hobie cat sailing while Jennifer and Jason just wanted to stay poolside and rest a bit.

(Jennifer’s got the kind of skin that tans rapidly, curse her! The previous day’s expedition had already given her a nice foundation. In a few days, she’d be nicely roasted. 🙂

To be honest, the scuba we did in Cancun wasn’t great. We did get to visit this kind of underwater museum made of dozens of statues, apparently put there to help restore the coral life over time. Unfortunately, we were with a rather big, loud, and obnoxious  group of people, and the ride to the dive site wasn’t that much fun. Worse yet, at the bottom, some were just acting like idiots (grabbing life forms or damaging the coral reefs by bumping into them). But all in all, I enjoy diving and once I got over these idiots, I had a good time.

To be fair, it wasn’t all bad. I got to see a lot of girls in swimsuits and some of them were HAWT  (Mandy among them). There was this brown-skinned latina girl in a white bikini that just had the most exquisite eyes! Part of me secretly wanted to bring her back home and see if SHE would be impressed by my new size. (Yes, Mandy was still apparently indifferent to that, and it was bothering me a bit.)

We came back to the resort mid-afternoon, and Mandy & I retired to our room to clean our gear from salt water. That’s usually done by going in the shower and rinsing everything thoroughly. Mandy stood outside, handing me the equipment, and I’d give it back to her once it was clean. But since this was a very large shower (5 people could have stood up in there), Mandy came in with me. I started the showeer, got into the water, and lifted a hand, waiting for her to hand me something. She didn’t. Instead, she got closer and pushed a boob against my hand.

“Oops,” I said.

“You know,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck, “it was Christmas a few days ago, and I know a chimney that’s in need of a good sweeping.”

“Uh huh…”

“And you’ve got just the right tool for it.”

“Uh huh…”

“And I’ve seen how you ogled that girl on the boat… And I know what you wanted to do to her.”

Busted! Was I in trouble?

“Ahh…” I said, eloquent as ever.

Mandy pushed me back against the wall. It was a little rough. I liked it. She grabbed my crotch. I liked it too.

“Do these things to me. Right now.”

And so, I performed my boyfriend duties to the best of my abilities. I realize I should have suspected something, but there was very little blood flow to my brain at the moment, so it wasn’t until later I would make the connection (you will too, shortly).

We came out of our room about an hour later and headed to the area of the pool where we knew we’d find Jennifer and Jason. It wasn’t hard finding them, either. Jennifer’s a busty girl and there are always groups of males hovering in the area where she is, trying to get a good view of her boobs (always from a distance). Jason wasn’t there when we caught up with her (he’d gone to get drinks, but hadn’t returned yet). Brooke and Meghan were also there, chatting animatedly.

I remember thinking Jennifer looked spectacular, almost statuesque, just lying there on the sun lounger. I could see that Brooke and Meghan thought so. Brooke was cuddling Meghan from behind, and while she was touching her gently, I could see her eyes were fixed on Jennifer’s ample bust.

Meghan looked around. “I wonder where Jason is with those drinks,” she commented. “I’ll go see what’s up.”

I detached my eyes from Jennifer’s amazing figure (I’d never realized how big her boobs were, and the undersized green bikini she was wearing was making that clearer). “I’ll go with,” I offered. Things were better between us, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend more time together and bond a little. And getting away from Jennifer’s chest sounded like the right thing to do, since I was getting (inappropriately) excited.

So Mandy & Brooke stayed with Jenn while Meghan and I wandered off in the direction of the bar. We passed in front of her hotel room in the process (which was a room with an outside door and a balcony), at which point she stopped. “Do you mind if we go in a minute? I want to get my camera and take some picture of all of us.”

Sure. Why not.

We went inside. I waited at the door as she went in, her back to me. I noticed that she untied her top and tossed it on the bed. Then she turned to face me, so I covered my eyes as a gentleman should. (And I didn’t want to get any more aroused than I already was.)

“You don’t have to look away, nothing you haven’t seen before.” Her voice sounded closer.

“S’okay, I don’t think it’ be appropriate…”

“Yeah. I get that. Speaking of appropriate…”

And I SWEAR I meant to stop what happened next, but it just happened too fast.

With one swift motion, she almost simultaneously pulled down my swimming trunks, pushed me against the door, and swallowed the erect snake between my legs. I was so surprised I didn’t know how to react for a few seconds, then I put my hands on her head, intending to push her away. But it felt GOOOOOOD. And then I found my hands encouraging her back-and-forth motions. It got faster, and it felt increasingly better, and it wasn’t a minute before I reached the finish line.

She didn’t miss a drop.

“Aah, that hit the spot,” she said. She got up, put on a t-shirt, and came back to give me a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for that. Take all the time you want getting out. See you pool side.”

And she was out.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee