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Alice and Joe and You and Me
by Sue
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
That message from the mysterious Alice and Joe was all we could talk about as
we retired from the beach get some lunch. The ambiguous connotations were a
tickle to our sexual sensibilities, and we were energized and preoccupied
with speculation about what might happen if we went to visit. Perhaps they
were doddering 80 year olds that simply wanted to be neighborly, in a
completely innocent kind of way. Or maybe they were like us: sexual
adventurers in search of the next escapade!
The only way to find our was to go visit them, but we were invited for drinks
at 5:00. It was only 11:00, so we had to wait six hours. It was tempting to
roll into bed (or some other part of the house) to continue our romps, but we
applied a good measure of self-discipline and "saved" ourselves for this
evening. Not that we were absolutely chaste; as we ate showered, ate lunch,
and went about our day, we both engaged in quick gropes and playful
double-entendres. Much of the afternoon was spent reading on the deck. On
your recommendation, I read "Vox," and you read my copy of "Delta of Venus"
by Anais Nin -- I never leave home without it. Altogether, we got ourselves
and each other very turned on, so that as the afternoon progressed, it became
increasingly difficult to hold out for our visit to our neighbors.
In fact, by 4:00, we couldn't wait any longer. After all, they not only
invited us for drinks, but also to "come by anytime" to borrow sun lotion, so
we had an excuse to go on over. I dressed in a white super-lightweight cotton
shift, and you wore drawstring pants and an sleeveless T-shirt that clung to
your body, showing the bulging muscles of your chest and back, and even the
nubs of your nipples. Barefoot and with great expectations (God, what if we
had been wrong and they really were the 80 year olds! Well, people that age
do have sex, so maybe that wouldn't be an issue), we strolled hand in hand
down the beach to the third beach house. From the sand, it was obvious that
it wasn't any old house. They had called it a villa, and it was at least
that. The white stucco walls rose up to red tiled roof, enclosing a huge home
that spoke of airy and restrained elegance. A lush hedge of iridescent
bougainvillea separated the beach from the back yard, and as we walked along
this boundary planting toward the steps from the beach to the lawn, we were
entranced by the vivid flowers at our side. The hedge was quite thick, but
occasionally there were slight breaks that allowed a view into the yard. Upon
hearing some muffled laughter emanating from beyond the foliage, we stopped
dead in our tracks and peeked through one of the gaps. What we saw was
definitely not a couple of decrepit octogenarians rolling around in wheel
chairs.
Between the villa and us was a big swimming pool, and between the pool and
the hedge was some overstuffed sectional-style furniture covered with white
vinyl. But that was not what caught our attention. It was the man and woman
that were using the furniture as the stage for the show that they were
unknowingly giving us. They were only 6 or 8 feet from our hidden position,
and what we saw was a beautiful eyeful.
The woman -- this was of course Alice -- was nude, and she was stretched out
face-down on the top edge of the couch. Her rear was directly over the end of
the back, and her right foot was tucked in under her, hooked onto the arm of
the couch. Her long left leg extended down to the grass next to the couch.
Her hands reached far in front of her head, and this position displayed her
well-tanned and muscular back and flanks. We could see one of her breast
swelling out along the back of the couch, pushed outward by the sort of
straddling position that her tits made on the couch. Her jet black hair was
long and glossy, and hung down toward the ground obscuring her face
completely. Overall, she was obviously tall, trim, strong, ....and totally
exposed. Her stance left her ass cheeks spread wide, and her cunt was open to
our view. The radiant pink folds of flesh were damp and she was clean shaven
except for a small patch of black hair that we could barely see on her mons.
Was she ever ready!
What she was ready for was Joe. He was also naked, and he was squatting down
next to an outdoor jacuzzi, hooking up a garden hose to a spigot that was
part of the steaming tub. When he had it connected and turned on, he pulled
the other end of the hose over to a spot right at the end of the couch,
between Alice's open legs. When I saw him aim the stream of water at Alice's
cunt, I shivered in sympathy for how the cold water would feel, but then I
saw wisps of steam arising from the spraying water, and I realized that the
water was coming from the jacuzzi and was over 100 degrees. And it was being
directed all over Alice's cunt. For a moment, Joe teased her clitoris with
the stream, and then he would play in over the long lips and vaginal opening,
and he even allowed the rushing water to probe at her asshole. As he put his
thumb over the tip of the hose, the stream of water became a more insistent
spray that actually pushed her flesh around. We carefully observed as Alice
willed the tense musculature of her rear end to relax, and as she did, the
jet of water opened the tight collar of her asshole, so that we could see a
shimmering black circle under the flowing water.
A spray of the water washed up and over her back, and then Joe pointed it
back down to her clitoris, which had by now arisen from its hiding place in
the folds of her cunt. First it was a slightly visible ridge, and gradually
it grew to a prominent spike of hard flesh that pushed out almost an inch
from it's hood. I had never seen one that was so much like a miniature cock,
and her labia were also particularly big and dark. As they flopped around in
the swirling water, they somehow reminded me of testicles hanging under the
cock-like clitoris.
This scene was erotic enough, but the next thing that happened was even more
unexpected. Joe inched further forward, and the tip of his erect cock
pointed straight ahead like a missile in search of its target. The couch was
the perfect height so that his cock head could make its inevitable rendezvous
with Alice's open cunt, and he allowed it to be swallowed up into the hot and
wet cavity. Of course, that wasn't the unusual part, it was what he did with
the hose. Joe pulled the head around behind him and held the nozzle with his
right hand resting under his ass. It was a little hard to see, but we could
easily imagine where the jet of water was being trained: right onto the
juncture of his cock and her cunt. In this fashion, the spray was
simultaneously stimulating her distended clitoris and it also splattered onto
his balls as well as the sensitive underside of his cock. As he began to rock
back and forth on his feet, his cock plunged deeply into her cunt and then
then out. The spray of water shot up and around his cock, and formed a kind
of misty fountain of steaming spray. His left hand massaged up and down
Alice's slick back, and she started to twist her head back and forth,
flipping her wet black hair around in the edges of the halo of spray.
Even without the jet of water, the sawing of Joe's fat cock back and forth in
Alice's cunt would have led them inevitably toward their orgasm. With the
added stimulation of the spray, they reached simultaneous climaxes in only a
few minutes, and at that point, they began to bounce and shimmy around,
accompanied by their loud moans and grunts. Their athleticism was evident as
their water-slickened muscles rippled and sparkled in the sunlight. Joe
tipped his head back and shouted indecipherable chants and screams, and Alice
reached down to grab her knees and pull her haunches up toward her head on
either side of the couch.. Joe's ass cheeks flexed as he pumped a couple of
spurts of his come into Alice, and then he dropped the hose and pulled his
cock out and rested it up at the top of Alice's ass crease. We could see the
wide pink head lying at the base of her spine, and several more thick gobs of
come surges of his cream spread out into the small of her back. Joe took both
of his hands and mixed the come with the water on her back, forming a massage
lotion that he rubbed into her skin from her ass to her shoulders. And then
he gripped her slippery ass cheeks and squeezed them inward, forming an
enclosure through which he slid his diminishing erection a few times before
pulling it our all the way.
As Alice slid off the back of the couch onto the cushions, and Joe tumbled
forward into her arms, they both disappeared from out view. What was left was
the soaking wet vinyl and the hissing hose as it continued to splash warm
water onto the lawn.
We knew that we were going to like our hosts, they had shown us where their
natural inclination ran! And it was almost 5:00, so we decided to go
introduce ourselves.......
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