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The End of a Vacation: 2 Cocks Claiming My 18-year-old Body In Front of a 3rd Man
I chose sex with two sweaty beer-belly men over traditional sex with a handsome man yearning for me. I wanted to experiment! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I just realized that “Two Cocks Claiming My Body” was in the title of part 2 of my sex diary for that week-long dive trip. Oops! Sorry! That sex life report was just becoming too long! So here is the last evening of the week.
The hot, humid air clung to my skin as I sat on the porch outside our cabin, wearing nothing but a tiny string bikini that barely covered my perky breasts and eager pussy. Sweat dripped down my body, making me feel even more exposed, and I reveled in it. Dan, my coworker, and roommate, was sitting nearby, trying not to stare at me too obviously, but I knew he couldn’t help himself. His eyes had been like magnets to my glistening flesh all week, begging me to show him my naked body. I had fun all week denying him of that pleasure.
Meanwhile, the two older men from the neighboring cabin had joined us, their gray hair and beer bellies making them look like seasoned sailors compared to Dan’s godlike physique. But I had so much fun teasing Dan that I took an interest in these two men.
I also wanted to see how far I could push these two vulgar neighbors who had been making dirty jokes about me all week. They clearly thought they were scoring points with their crass comments, but little did they know, their words only fueled my desire to play with them like puppets on a string.
“God, it’s so hot out here,” I moaned as I ran a finger down my cleavage, collecting beads of sweat before bringing it to my lips and licking it seductively. I could see the neighbors’ cocks twitching beneath their shorts as I gave them a taste of what they’d been fantasizing about. Dan shifted uncomfortably, his own erection growing painfully obvious.
“Whew, that chair is not comfortable,” I announced, standing up and strolling over to sit on the lap of one of the neighbors. I wiggled my ass against his crotch, feeling his stiff cock pressing into my barely-covered slit. He let out a low growl, and I grinned wickedly as I turned to straddle his friend’s lap, giving him the same treatment.
“Isn’t it just unbearable?” I purred, running my hands through my damp hair and lifting it off my neck, exposing my flushed skin to their hungry eyes. I could feel their cocks growing even harder beneath me, and I couldn’t help but grind myself against them, feeling deliciously naughty as I watched Dan’s tortured expression.
“Baby, if you keep doing that…” one of the men warned, his voice thick with lust.
“Doing what?” I asked innocently, batting my long lashes and biting my bottom lip. But, of course, I knew exactly what I was doing, and I loved every second of it. The power I held over men was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.
Conversations are from memory, so they may not be totally accurate, but the gist is there.
Their hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits and pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bikini top. I moaned and arched my back, pressing myself further into their touch. All the while, Dan was watching, unable to look away even as his jealousy and frustration mounted.
As the night wore on and the air grew even heavier, I couldn’t help but wonder just how far I could take this game. How much more could I torture Dan before he snapped? And how delicious would it be to watch him lose control?
In the process, I was content to let these two vulgar men worship my body, their hands exploring every inch of my sweat-slicked skin, their dirty jokes turning into desperate pleas for more.
My heart raced as I followed the two older men into their cabin, leaving Dan alone on the porch. I could sense his eyes watching my ass wiggle its way inside their cabin while I denied him of even looking at my pussy.
Meanwhile, my 18-year-old body trembled under the weight of the two older men’s hungry gaze, every inch of my glistening skin begging to be touched. I could feel their burning desire for me, and it only drove my own insatiable hunger even higher. All week I had been a wildfire in heat, but now it was raging out of control after having been so close to being ravished by 22 men earlier in the day, and I wanted nothing more than to surrender to its blaze.
“Turn off the air conditioning!” I asked, pretending to find the room too chilly for nudity.
“Open the windows and keep the blinds open. I’m much better at giving blow jobs when I can smell the ocean,” I purred seductively.
One rushed to turn off the light, and I stopped him with a commanding voice. “Leave it on,” I said slowly. “Don’t you want to see every inch of my tight little body?”
My real agenda was to make sure Dan, sitting outside, saw our raw sexual activities. So I stepped right up to the window, my heart racing.
The air seemed to crackle with electricity as one of the men ripped off my skimpy bikini, baring my body for their visual pleasure. The other man hastily undressed himself, revealing a huge and intimidating erection that immediately commanded my attention. Before I could catch my breath, I found myself between both men on all fours; one eagerly burrowing his cock into my pussy while the other jammed his length down my throat. They took no heed of my pleasure, not even bothering to stroke or tease my clitoris before they started their lusty onslaught.
I couldn’t help but think that sex with Dan would have been so much more enjoyable. He begged to worship me all week! But some other dark pleasure was associated with being used by these two sweaty old men in front of Dan.
“Fuck, that’s one tight pussy,” the man behind my ass announced to the room, which initiated a rotation between the two men. I didn’t have to do anything but stay on all fours and wait for them to pleasure themselves with my pussy and my mouth, rotating between the two holes as they wished.
Actually, I had one thing to do. I wanted Dan to hear my cries of pleasure, so I exaggerated them, giggling internally at the idea the two old men probably thought I was climaxing because of them. I imagined Dan masturbating to the sound of me being fucked by these two strangers. It was cruel, but my libido demanded satisfaction, and this twisted game satisfied me like nothing else.
“God, you were right! It is such a tight little slut,” the other man confirmed to his body, talking over me as if I was just a plaything they shared.
After I had swallowed one of the man’s load, the other was still banging me from behind.
“Pull on my hair!” I requested.
As he grabbed my long blonde hair, I arched my back, pushing my torso upright and pointing my tits at the window, knowing that Dan would have a perfect view of my young boobs and my hair being savagely pulled. And the devil was on my side as I managed to lock eyes with him.
Maintaining eye contact with Dan, I yelled loud enough for him to hear. “Please, harder,” I begged between gasps and simulated sounds of climax.
The man obliged, pulling my hair and thrusting his cock into me with such force that my entire body shook, my boobs swinging left and right, up and down.
After we were spent, the two men turned the light off and collapsed onto their separate beds, leaving me in the middle of the room, naked and glowing with sexual satisfaction, although I had received no physical sexual pleasure. I decided to cuddle one of them, placing my arms on his hairy chest and pressing my boobs against him.
I lay there for maybe an hour, nestled against the man’s warm body, his chest hair tickling my sensitive nipples. I wasn’t sleepy, but I wanted to stay with these guys, leaving Dan alone in our cabin for the night.
The man suddenly spoke up, curiosity lacing his voice. “So what’s the deal with your boyfriend walking around outside with a hard cock?”
I laughed and rolled over to face him, relishing the feeling of his rough hands on my smooth skin. “Dan? Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. Just a coworker who wants me badly.”
“Really?” The man raised an eyebrow as his hand wandered down my side, settling on my naked ass.
“Yep,” I confirmed, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “He’s so desperate for me that he’ll do anything I want, just for fun.”
The man chuckled but then grew serious. “I wouldn’t let a tight little cunt like you control me.”
With a maniacal gleam in his eye, he jumped onto his knees and yanked my head down onto his hardening manhood. I was unable to breathe as he forced my mouth open against his fleshy heat, leaving me no room to move or escape.
“Is that so?” I eventually smirked between two thrusts down my throat.
And he made me pay for that snark!
“Damn right.”
My eyes rolled as I felt my throat stretch around his hardness. Luckily, my teenage boyfriend had patiently trained me years ago to take any size and shape of men’s rod, refusing to pull out until I accepted every inch of him — and his friends — without a blink. It paid off that night as my throat became a submissive, willing vessel for the man’s pleasure, an extension of his own body as he pumped his hips faster and faster until I could scarcely breathe.
“Like this? Is this ‘just — for — fun’?” he grunted, slamming into me with each word.
The smirk on my face made it clear that his domination was absolute.
He continued to use me as a masturbating toy while my mind raced, analyzing the situation. I was surprised by how rough he was, yet I found myself enjoying the way he showed to me, a little cunt, as he said, that he wouldn’t let me control him. So not every man could easily be controlled. Maybe.
Meanwhile, that man had savagely taken control of me, making me his own personal pleasure toy. His thrusts were violent and unforgiving as he slammed himself deep into the back of my throat. His grip on my head tightened and increased in force with each stroke until he finally released his load inside her. I didn’t even have anything to swallow as every drop simply fell directly into the delivery tube to my stomach.
Finally, when his spasms of pleasure had ebbed away, he cast me aside almost with disgust, treating me like nothing more than a disposable object. I remember finding it amusing.
And as he crashed back on the mattress, I took my earlier position along his body, my hand on his chest, my boobs against the side of his body.
“You’re staying?” he inquired, surprised.
“Can I?” a replied, surprised as well.
“So you liked it! You are one dirty little slut!”
I understood his surprise at that moment. He expected me to run after the way he used my mouth and throat to pleasure himself. But I enjoyed it. So I took note to also discuss this with my Mom and Jane.
“You may have another load for me later,” I giggled.
The morning sun spilled through the open window, casting a golden glow over the cabin. My body and my throat ached deliciously from the previous night’s activities. The two men stirred in their beds, their eyes locking onto my young naked body as they grinned hungrily.
“Morning, boys,” I purred, stretching like a feline vixen. “Care to have another run with your plaything before we leave?”
“Fuck yeah,” one of them growled, his erection already straining against the sheets.
I waltzed toward the window, where Dan was already outside with his usual morning coffee. My heart pounded with anticipation as I positioned myself on my knees, signaling to the two men I wanted to suck their cocks. I figured this would place all the action above the bottom of the window for Dan to enjoy the show.
As the men approached with two stiff cocks pointing at me like weapons, I looked outside, and my heart skipped a beat. Dan was watching.
“Come on, boys,” I teased, winking at Dan through the glass. “I know you want to fill my mouth with those hard cocks.”
The men wasted no time, pressing their hardened cocks against my tiny hands. They left me with the choice of cock to fill my eager mouth to alternate pleasure. They were already sweaty like the night before, but now there was an additional heavy smell of old sweat from the day before.
Yet, as their manhoods filled my young lips, I relished the sensation of submitting myself to these men. I wondered why Dan still watched, his jealousy and arousal probably consuming him like an inferno.
I took my time, swirling my tongue around each thick shaft, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from their tips. I couldn’t help but compare their flavors, analyzing the nuances like a connoisseur.
“She’s one little cum bucket!”
The two men were, again, talking about me over my head in their usual vulgar ways.
“Damn right! Somebody gotta feed the slut!”
“But she’s good, damn it! She must have mileage!”
When they finally came, I greedily gulped down their loads, feeling the hot, sticky seed slide down my throat. Today and from the first time I swallowed sperm, it feels like hot milk to me. I love it and always did.
“Give me one of your shirts,” I told the nearest man. He tossed me a worn T-shirt ridiculously oversized for me, and I pulled it over my head before I casually strolled back to our cabin.
“Morning, Dan,” I said breezily as I entered, finding him packing his bag for the airport. He looked up, his eyes narrowing as they fell on the unfamiliar T-shirt draped over me and hiding, again, the body he yearned for. The weight of his gaze made my heart race and my pussy tingle.
“Nice shirt,” he muttered in a heavily sarcastic tone, clearly struggling to keep his emotions in check.
“Thanks,” I replied nonchalantly. “I had a fantastic night with those guys. They fucked me so hard. One used me twice, and the other one three times. And their sperm tasted so different from each other. It was fascinating.”
Dan clenched his jaw, refusing to look at me as he continued packing. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d gone too far this time, pushing him past his limit. Was I evil for reveling in his torment? But then, I wondered why he hadn’t taught me a lesson like the other man had done last night. After all, my almost naked body was in a bed next to his all week.
I quickly packed my bag, and as we left the cabin, my thoughts swirled with the memories of the past week — the sexual tension, the games, the exploration of my darkest desires, the 22 men holding my naked body down for their visual entertainment. I knew I had grown sexually and had so much to discuss with my Mom and my friend Jane.
The taxi ride to the airport was quiet, tension thick in the air between us.
As we boarded the plane, I felt a pang of guilt, remembering that I had to work with Dan at the dive shop. Maybe I had jeopardized our professional relationship for the thrill of my sexual explorations.
“Are you okay?” I asked Dan once we were in our seats.
“Fine,” he replied tersely, not even looking at me.
After landing, we collected our luggage in silence. Dan barely acknowledged me as we made our way through the terminal. With each step, my anxiety grew, my mind racing with questions about what would happen next.
“Dan,” I called after him as we reached the exit. He turned, his eyes cold and distant. “I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I went too far.”
He stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned away and walked off, leaving me standing there alone.
The muffled noise of the dive shop seeped through the door as I knelt in the back store, my boss’s thick cock filling my mouth. I was back to where it had all started. His fingers tangled in my long blonde hair, guiding my head up and down. I felt his every twitch, his every throb, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.
“Tell me about that dive trip with Dan,” he groaned, a hint of curiosity mixed with lust in his voice. “I keep hearing stories about his… well, you know.”
His words caught me by surprise, and I stifled a laugh with his dick still buried in my throat. The memory of Dan standing outside, naked and fully erect, flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of power.
“Are you referring to his cock?” I purred, my voice barely more than a whisper as I pulled back to catch my breath. His eyes widened, urging me to continue. I traced my tongue along his length, feeling the heat radiating from his silky skin.
“Well, let’s just say that some of our clients got an eyeful of his massive erection, and it became a topic of… conversation,” I explained, pausing momentarily to swirl my tongue around his swollen tip. “But don’t worry, boss, you’re not lacking in that department either.”
I smirked, knowing I held the power in this situation — a girl on her knees, yet in complete control. I wondered what else I could ask of him, how far I could push the boundaries of our boss-employee relationship.
My thoughts were interrupted as he thrust deeper into my mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily. I took him in without hesitation, relishing the way his cock filled my throat. I could feel him growing even harder, nearing the edge of release.
“Fuck, Delisha,” he moaned, his grip on my hair tightening. “Keep doing that, and I might just have to give you a raise.”
The thought of being rewarded for my sexual prowess sent a thrill through me as my own desires began to simmer beneath the surface. I continued to work his cock with fervor, hungry for the taste of his cum on my tongue. And as I felt his body tense, his hot seed spilling into my mouth, I knew that my appetite for power, control, and exploration — and sperm — was far from satisfied.
The setting sun painted my childhood home in a warm, golden glow as my best friend Jane and I stepped through the back patio door, both completely nude, our skin still hot from sunbathing in the backyard. And not bothering with clothes had become second nature for us.
Jane had been reveling in the freedom of our sleepovers for years now, embracing her emancipation from clothing our family allowed with a wanton wildness.
“Hey, Mom, Dad,” I called out, catching sight of them in the kitchen.
As usual, Jane’s eyes sparkled with mischievous delight when she caught my Dad trying to steal glimpses of her bare body beneath his coy facade; full breasts, tight bottom, and naked pussy, all taunting him with their brazenness.
Her inhibition and determination to live intensely every second of her life are parts of the reasons why I loved her.
“Ah, Delisha! How was your dive trip?” my mother asked, her eyes scanning me up and down briefly before focusing on my face.
“Amazing!” I replied. “I have a lot to tell you about later.”
“Good sex?” she inquired with a loving, caring smile.
I wiggled my naked body to signify the affirmative.
Meanwhile, my father’s eyes were searing into Jane’s skin as usual, although he was used to the delight. The chill on the kitchen tile floor felt icy against my feet as we reached my parents for a good night hug.
We both hugged them tightly, but Jane always lingered longer around my Dad, her nubile young body pressed firmly against his clothed form. My mother just smiled knowingly while I beamed in admiration for the woman whose influence had encouraged Jane and me to explore our sensuality so openly.
In the sanctity of my bedroom, Jane and I collapsed onto the bed, our limbs tangled together as we lay there, basking in the freedom of our nakedness. My fingertips traced the curve of her hip while hers danced along the swell of my breast. Our explorations were familiar, intimate, and devoid of any shame or hesitation.
“You know,” I began, my voice barely more than a whisper, “I’ve had fun on that trip. I think I may love being a plaything, just letting men take control and use me as they please. Like these 22 men pinning me down on the boat, naked. But other times, like today with my boss, I crave the power, making them do whatever I want.”
Jane’s fingers paused on my nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze before she responded. “Delisha, you spend too much time thinking about men.”
With a mischievous grin, she slid down my body, her soft breasts brushing against my skin as she positioned her head between my thighs. I gasped, anticipation already causing my pussy to dampen as Jane’s hot breath teased my sensitive flesh.
“Let me show you what it’s like to focus on something else,” she murmured just before her tongue began its delicious assault on my clit.
As Jane expertly licked and sucked at my swollen bud, her fingers slid inside me, curling and stroking in a rhythm that had me writhing beneath her touch. The pleasure built steadily, my body tensing with each flick of her tongue, each press of her fingers against my slick walls.
“Jane, oh fuck, don’t stop,” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.
Just as I teetered on the edge of climax, a realization struck me: my sexuality wasn’t a black-and-white question. The power dynamics, the endless nuances of desire, all combined to create a rich tapestry of experiences with so much still to be discovered.
“Jane!” I cried out, my orgasm washing over me in waves of ecstasy. As her tongue continued to lap at my throbbing clit, drawing out every last shudder and tremble from my spent body, I thought of the old, sweaty men who had not even tried to pleasure me.
As we lay there afterward, our naked forms intertwined once more, I knew that whatever the future held, I would continue to explore and discover the depths of my own desires — and maybe even help others find theirs along the way.
If you’ve missed the first part of the week, get a hard-on here — you pervs!
The first half of our dive trip:
The second half of our week-long scuba vacation:
Now that I provide so many more details in my sex life reports, maybe I should report daily during my forthcoming ultimate sex & scuba vacation in June!
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