Young Lusty Teens

Tempting teenie with deep blue eyes

Do You Like That Baby? Ch. 01

(The group sex doesn t arrive until Part 2 but I ve been told there s enough heat here to tantalize. Thanks to all who e-mailed me and voted for my Valentine s Day Contest entry.)

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I traveled last week to St. Lucia in the Caribbean where I stayed with a new lover Orlando.

I ve previously traveled to both the Caribbean and the South Pacific but St. Lucia and the resort of Ladera top anything I ve seen. Ladera is on the Southwest side of the island. The resort lies between two fingers of volcanic stone that thrust upward from the floor of the sea and stretch 2 000 feet into the sky. The Petit Piton that faced my villa presented a sheer wall of black rock that offered no purchase to an errant climber.

It reminded me of a piece of steak sliced off by a chef s knife. Orlando on the other hand saw the Pitons as a woman s open thighs and the valley between as her belly and vulva.

I can only imaging the cataclysmic geological event that gave rise to the Petit Piton s formation and the rain forested valley that lies between it and the more accessible Gros Piton. Actually I m not left entirely to my imagination on that score. As it turns out there is a lot of information available. The Pitons plug an immense volcano under the sea. A more recent explosion of that volcano formed mountains inland on the island and caused a pyroclastic flow from the explosion to the sea.

Hence the valley between The Pitons.

Orlando and I arrived late afternoon along with a plane load of honeymooners. These are the people who typically visit the island. They clung to one another and looked like they d been through a war instead of a wedding. Having participated in the weddings of a few friends I could relate. Orlando and I were sort of honeymooners. I was fresh from a break up with my Rocket Scientist Ray and Landy had just completed his third novel of suspense and international intrigue. We met a few weeks ago at a dinner party and have been pushing the limits of good judgment and sexual endurance ever since.

This trip to St. Lucia was intended to give us distance from the day to day hassle and allow us to assess our situation.

In fact it was an excuse to eat drink lie in the sun and push the limits even further.

We made it through customs with little hassle slowed only by a young couple whose bags were searched. The woman a frumpy blonde with a Midwestern accent was forced to endure the embarrassment of having all of her under things exposed to a watchful and interested crowd.

Once through customs we were greeted immediately by the balmy heat and the scent of rain forest. Our visit came near the end of the rainy season so the land was flush with an amazing variety of flora–Ixora bougainvillea and jasmine.

Our resort Ladera was supposed to have a van there for us but none could be found. We fought off a flock of determined locals who wished to give us a ride and finally sought help from an official-looking woman in a red suit. She hailed us a licensed cabbie and sent us on our way.

The people of St. Lucia are as beautiful and sensual as the island itself. The natives are descended from Carib Indians and African slaves brought over by the French to work their sugar plantations. Over time the island changed hands seventeen times between the British and the French. The influence of both remains strong. The official language and form of government is British while many of the names are French. But the native influence is also strong. Among themselves the natives speak Creole– a mix of African French and English. It s lovely to hear. And the local cuisine is Creole as well combining the elegance of French cooking with fresh fruits and vegetables many of which have been imported from Africa.

The natives are blacker than the Afro-Americans we are accustomed to seeing in this country–their skin ranging in color from a bluish black to a deep chocolate. The people are tall and slender with almond shaped eyes that peer deep into your soul.

Our driver was such a young man. His name he said was Alexander.

I was attracted to him immediately.

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Unlike my previous lover Ray who was all man–tall and lanky and muscular and hairy geeky and often in need of a shower–Orlando is beautiful in a way that a woman is beautiful. Like the people of St. Lucia he is a tall and willowy. He is strong but not bulky. And smooth. His skin which is the color of caramel has neither a blemish nor a hair. His face is in perfect symmetry–a strong nose wide set brown eyes high cheek bones sensual lips and a delicately curved chin. I love to run my hands the length of his back over his flawless shoulders and down to his round rump.

His cock is long relatively thin but deliciously curved. It has found a place inside of me I hardly knew existed.

Our cab driver Alexander though not quite as beautiful as Orlando shared many of his traits. The slender graceful body the lovely face and inviting lips. But beneath that almost feminine exterior I sensed a throbbing savage masculinity.

As we passed the fishing villages and dirt-floored huts the volcano that simmers with an apocalyptic odor of brimstone I watched Alexander s eyes on me in the rearview. I felt Orlando s hand on my knee. I saw in Orlando s eyes a recognition. He knew I was looking at Alexander and that Alexander was looking back.

Ladera sits high on the mountain that descends into the valley between the Pitons. It is one of those open air green-friendly resorts that you find in the Caribbean or Hawaii or Bali. Each villa has its own private plunge pool one wall that is entirely missing (making you at one with the tree frogs and bats that inhabit the rain forest) and a view to die for.

Orlando paid Alexander and tipped him generously. He shook his hand. Then to my surprise but delight he invited him to join us for dinner later in the week. Alexander smiled shyly and accepted the invitation.

Underneath my floral skirt inside my micro-fiber thong I felt a twinge.

I ve never no never been with two men at the same time. But the thought of it had me dripping with nectar.

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As I said we were in St. Lucia near the end of the rainy season. The rain forest was ripe and lush the temperatures warm and humid. No sooner did Alexander depart than Orlando and I unpacked and stripped naked. There were only three walls to each villa–the space where the fourth wall should have stood lay open to the elements. Just beyond the confines of our room a private plunge pool beckoned. Banana and mango trees on two sides shielded us from wandering eyes. The far end of the pool lodged against the cliff. Beyond the cliff the deep blue of the sea–a mile below.

I stepped into the lukewarm pool with Orlando in tow. I rested against that far edge taking in the sail boats in the distance. Behind me Orlando

His soft hands reached around and cupped my breasts. His chest rested against my shoulders his belly pressed against lower back his cock found refuge between my buttocks. His lips were hot and wet on my ear.

I want you he murmured.

You have me I whispered back.

He rubbed his face against mine while milking my breasts tugging gently on the nipples. He nuzzled the nape of my neck a most vulnerable spot and kissed between my shoulder blades. I felt him harden as he sucked on my earlobes.

I reached behind and ran my fingertips over the curve of his buttocks. I turned in his arms and kissed him. I teased his tongue into my mouth and grazed my stiff nipples against his. I opened my legs and found comfort grinding my pelvis against his thigh. I humped and rubbed seeking satisfaction.

The water in the pool sloshed and a sultry rain began to fall. There was not a cloud in the sky.

I trailed a hand down his smooth chest and belly. I took his uncircumcised cock in my hand. I squeezed gently on his sack and rolled his hairless balls in my palm. I stroked him until even under the water I could feel the slippery first drops of pre-cum. I heard his moan deep and throaty.

I ground harder against him. I nipped at his ears and neck. He turned me again so that I faced the sea. I stepped half way out of the pool and leaned forward. My sex waxed smooth as a mango swayed before him. I spread wider for him offering him all of me aroused and shameless.

Yes!

He began with his fingers opening me as if I were a delicate flower. Three fingers up and down the length of my slit. Three fingers curled and circled inside my opening. I rocked and moaned.

Yes!

He plied me slowly gently exploring the garden searching each rille and canyon. The rain fell harder. It drenched our hair and ran down our faces. It formed a river down the curve of my neck and created a waterfall as it coursed between my ass cheeks.

Yes!

His thumb found my clit while two fingers entered. I pushed against him taking him deep inviting him to fill me. He thumb danced over that most sensitive flesh. I rocked faster. I felt the tension build like lava rising.

Yes!

Then the rain stopped. Orlando s wet face nuzzled my ass and his tongue teased my sphincter. The sensation of warmth and wetness buckled my knees. I spasmed and fell forward onto the ground. Orlando s fingers continued to slide in and out delivering me delivering me.

Yes my sweet man. Yes!

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They say turn about is fair play and I m a big fan of that myself especially when it comes to my love life.

I m also a big fan of Orlando s bronzed hairless skin. I ve always enjoyed men who were real men sweaty and hairy. And maybe this is just a stage I m going through with Orlando. But I love to rub my smooth body against his feel my breasts against his hairless chest feel my slick thighs and pubis against his equally slick cock and balls.

After Orlando ravished me in the pool I led him back inside to our room. I used a heavy plush towel to dry us off. Then I laid him on his back and reached for my favorite lubricant.

Just relax I told him. I ll take care of you.

I straddled his thigh so that he could feel my pussy still dripping and hungry for him. I kissed him and told him how good he made me feel how wonderfully he made me come. I told him I was going to make him feel so good.

He moaned and I applied lubricant to my hand. I applied it to his hairless balls then applied another dollop to his long curved cock.

I bit my lower lip. Do you like that baby?

I ve been a fan of hand jobs since I was in college. In fact I think the common hand job is way underrated. In some ways I prefer it to straight fucking and cock sucking. When I have a man s cock in my hand stroking I can look at his face I can talk to him I can control the pace.

I rolled his balls soft yet heavy with need in my palm. They slipped and slithered between my fingers.

Do you like that baby?

I stroked his cock from the base to the head. I used my thumb to mingle his juices with the lubricant. I brought my lips to his ears and whispered how much I liked it when he fingered me how good his tongue felt when he licked me. I told him that my pussy was his that my ass was his that my breasts and mouth were his.

Do you like that baby?

I took his cock in both my hands and began an over and under motion. I stroked and tugged. His hips rose and fell. His eyes squeezed shut.

Do you like that baby?

With my left hand I squeezed his balls. With my right I jacked him faster. I could see that he was nearly there and I wanted to watch it wanted to feel that stickiness between my fingers.

Do you like that baby?

Orlando was mine. There was no denying him. He reached for my breasts and squeezed a nipple hard. I ground my pussy against his thigh. I told him how good it was when he made me come. I told him I wanted to see him come. I told him I had to feel his come in my hand.

Do you like that baby?

I heard it deep in his throat that yeah yeah yeah. I felt his cock thicken in my hand. I watched as his face contorted and the muscles in his belly tightened.

Three long squirts deluged his chest. I continued to milk him squeezing each drop of pleasure into my palm and drizzling it onto his thighs.

Do you like that baby?

I brought my cum covered hand to my breasts. He still clung to one nipple but I rubbed the other with his liquid. I lay over him my body squishy against his as we slid together in his semen.

I rocked my cunt drippy and needy against his thigh his softening cock between us. I rocked and humped and told him how I loved his cum how I loved how nasty it made me feel to wallow in it.

Then I came again shuddering and clenching him.

My juices his juices our juices.

Do you like that baby?

(To be continued)