Jack Robbins - Roamin Sex Games

She straddled his body and reaching down, took his prick in her hand and aimed it at her cunt. He lay there, staring down the length of his body. He saw the head of his dong come in contact with her blonde bush, and the pink slit opened as she guided it in. It entered with a slurp and he sucked in his breath at the feeling of having his sensitive prickhead entering a hot pussy again.

Pam hovered a moment and then she slowly sat down on the hard prick, taking it all the way to his balls.

"Ahhhhhh!" Jeff groaned, watching his shaft disappear inch by inch into the hot, slippery flesh of her cunt.

"Ummmmmm!" Pam responded and moved her hips in a clockwise rotation, stirring his stick deep in her.

He reached up and got two handfuls of her melon-sized tits and played with them while she squirmed on his cock. He fondled and caressed the soft flesh until the cherry nipples were taut and heaving. Pam leaned over toward him until her breasts hung down in his face. He licked and sucked, burying his face in their spongy fullness.

All the while, she was letting her cunt work on his cock like a hungry mouth, massaging and squeezing its entire length. She spun in circles and went up and down on it, letting it fill and satisfy her burning pussy. She sat up again, moving her boobs away, and began going up and down in long strokes. Jeff put his hands. behind his head and lay there watching while his prick emerged from her cunt, dripping and gleaming, only to be swallowed up again. The fat lips of her cunt caressed his shaft tightly at each in and out stroke, and the melody the well-lubricated organs played was beautiful to listen to.

As the hard, hot pole of muscle moved in and out of her cant in rhythmic motions, the pleasure became so intense for Pam that she began a series of shattering orgasms. Jeff relaxed and watched, letting her ride his cock until she was completely satisfied. He knew he could last a long time without shooting off, since he had already come twice, and he was going to stay in Pam's lovely box for a long time.

After she satisfied herself by sitting on him, Jeff took her dog-style. She got on all-fours and stuck her gorgeous ass up in the air. He crawled behind her, driving it into her until he felt the lips tighten around the base of his shaft. It was so hot it almost burned him, and so full of juice from her orgasm, the slightest movement on either of their parts made a slurping sound, like somebody walking in mud.

He reached around and grabbed her enormous tits and played with them while he gave her a hard and furious fuck. Soon he had her coming again.

Shelly had lit another joint and was sitting casually, watching them. Pam cried out and pounded the floor at the height of her climax and pushed her creaming cant hard against the repeated blows of Jeff's relentless fuck-stick.

When her orgasm subsided, he laid her on her back and gave her a slow, soul-satisfying fuck until he was ready to come. He hunched wildly, faster and faster until they were a moaning, biting, scratching, mass of flesh, exploding in a violent fit of orgasm.

After they cooled down, they joined Shelly in another smoke.

Pam walked along the beach, the tangy salty air caressing her body like an invisible hand. She was quite a way from, the hotel and saw it in the distance, tall and white against the horizon. Her gaze traveled down the graceful curve of the coast, looking along the limitless stretch of golden sand to where it blended into infinity with the blue water of the sea. The sky was cloudless and the breeze was so gentle that the branches of the palms swayed only slightly.

She continued her walk, stopping here and there to pick up an unusual or interesting shell. When she found one she deposited it in the pocket of her beach robe.

Sitting on the soft, white sand she gazed out over the blue water, letting her mind drift awhile.

After awhile, she stood up and continued her search for shells along the shoreline.

She was so engrossed in what she was doing she didn't see the man approaching until she had almost collided with him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Don't be sorry," he said, smiling. "I'm not."

She looked closely at him and her breath caught in her throat. It was the dark, handsome man she and Shelly had seen in the hotel bar and later at dinner. He was wearing a pair of walking shorts and a matching shirt.

"I didn't see you coming," Pam said. "I didn't realize I was on a collision course."

"It's quite all right," he said, gazing down into her lovely face. "The pleasure would have been mine, had we collided." His voice was a deep, pleasant baritone and Pam felt goose bumps start on her arms. "You're staying at the Moalakoi, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," she replied.

"So am I," he said. "I knew I'd seen you around. I couldn't forget such a beautiful face."

"Thank you," she said, her face coloring slightly.

"I'm Pete Everett," he said, offering his hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Pam Thompson," she said, taking his hand and feeling sparks of electricity as she touched him. He's even more handsome up close, she thought to herself. I could really go for him. I wonder where the girl is that was with him the other night?

"Mind if I walk along with you, Pam?" he. asked.

"No, of course not. I was just on my way back to the hotel."

"So am I. I was just out for a stroll. I love it here. One of the most beautiful beaches I've ever seen."

"I think so too," Pam replied.

"This is the kind of place I'd like to settle down in. A real tropical paradise."

"Me, too," Pam offered. "I've only been here a few days but I love it already."

"I've been in the islands before, and I can't get enough of it." He looked at Pam and added, "and I'm sure it has some of the most beautiful scenery."

She looked at him and replied, "I'm sure, too."

"Where are you from, Pam?" he asked.

"I'm from California."

"Not L.A.?"

"No, San Francisco."

"I lived in Frisco, for a while," he replied. "Small world, isn't it? Here we are, thousands of miles from home and we run into each other. Fate, don't you think?"

She gave him a sexy smile and said, "Yes, I'm sure of it."

Pete was a writer and photographer for a magazine. He traveled all over looking for interesting places to photograph and write about. He had just been in Tahiti on assignment, and having some free time, decided to come to the islands. Pam was more interested in his more personal statistics. He was a swinging bachelor, well-educated, and had many hobbies and interests, foremost among them was girls. The girl Pam had seen him with was just one he had met in the hotel and dated that night. She had already left.

As they walked along, their bodies touched and each time Pam felt a thrill of excitement. When she found a shell she wanted he stopped and picked it up for her, and when he handed it to her their hands touched. She liked Pete's hands. They were big and strong with long, thick fingers. He was a man who could take care of himself, she thought, and of her.

They approached the hotel and he asked her if she would have a drink with him. They found a table at the edge of the pool and sat down. The table was sheltered from the sun by a big, colorful umbrella.

"I'm glad to get out of the hot sun for awhile," Pam said.

Pete looked admiringly at her creamy complexion. "Yes, a little longer and you would have been blistered." He looked at his own dark skin and said, "Luckily, I don't have any trouble. I can stay out all day if I like."

The waiter came. Pam ordered a Polynesian Passion. She asked Pete if he had tried one. He told her he hadn't.

"They're delicious," she said. "A specialty of the hotel. They really turn me on."

The waiter smiled and said, "Yes. Very good Tropical fruit and several kinds of spirits."