Kate: Have a fuck, watch a fuck

Kate: Have a fuck, watch a fuck Kate: Have a fuck, watch a fuck

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica



After fucking Kate, Luke gets to watch Karen's cute butt working away on Greg.



After fucking Kate, Luke gets to watch Karen's cute butt working away on Greg.


Submitted: January 02, 2017

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Submitted: January 02, 2017



Another story with a substaintially male perspective. Once again thanks to the character represented by Luke for the insights into the male way of thinking he provided me.

Sorry about the rather blunt title, but I couldn't think of a more discrete way of getting the message across. :)



As he stood up next to the sand dune where they’d left their towels, Luke watched as Kate emerged from the water. Holding the towel in front of him, he used it to dry himself off; letting it at the same time hide the raging erection pushing out the front of his boardies [#board shorts].


Luke had been content to get out of the water and let himself dry while they waited for Karen and Greg to come back from their morning run along the beach. But Kate had wanted to finish with a couple of sprint laps along the section of beach where she and Greg had traditionally swam for their surf training.


Playing and frolicking in the water with Kate had raised Luke’s manhood to an unyielding, cock-splitting hardness. It had been aching and throbbing with desire. Had it not been for the possibility of Karen and Greg suddenly appearing, he would have tried to take her in the water.


There was a reason, in her own subtle, flirtatious, feminine way, that Kate had made sure that Luke’s boner was teased up to the point of exploding. Kate had wanted him to take her; there in the water where they’d been frolicking. She shared none of Luke’s inhibition about being caught in the act by Greg and Karen. Short of pulling his pants down and sticking his cock into hers, there wasn’t much more she could have done to give him the message. And the only reason she didn’t do that was because she wanted to make sure he was a willing participant.


In fact it’s likely that somewhere in the complex relationship Kate had with Greg there may have actually been a desire to be caught. Not to make Greg jealous; because she knew Greg harboured no sexual ambitions towards her. As her friend he’d comfortably stood by her for many years as she went out and got herself laid by every guy who took her fancy.


In part Kate was experiencing a prolonged period of heightened arousal – sexual and emotional -from the anticipation of her reunion with her friends with her first ever true love interest in tow. She’d been feeling it ever since they packed their back in Canberra to return to her home town for the summer break. With the long drive and late night arrival, there’d been little opportunity for any release from it since.


But if you really pushed you might just have managed to extract from her a guilty confession that she would have liked to have flaunted her own sexual performance in front of Greg. Karen and Greg hadn’t set out to put on any public displays when they’d unleashed their passions all through last summer in the gully behind where Luke now stood and just occasionally in the water where they’d been playing. It was a quiet, rarely used, part of the beach. But Karen was a noisy love-maker and Kate had been thrown temporarily off balance by the torrid affair her previously virginal friend and security blanket had suddenly become immersed in. She’d hung around where she wasn’t expected and heard and seen things not intended for her.


As she got to know and like Karen better, that had resolved itself and she’d found a new equilibrium. But the simple fact was, the complexity of Kate’s emotional life that her parent’s messy divorce and her subsequent adoption of Greg as a comforter, surrogate brother, best friend and maybe even father substitute, had left her with a more nuanced sexual attitude towards Greg.


Now Luke watched as Kate glided towards him with all the poise and natural style of a catwalk bikini model. She displayed an attractive confidence that belied the complexity of her inner emotional life. Nearly everyone took her at face value because that’s what she wanted; a woman in complete control of her own sexuality, able to wrap men around her little finger with little more than a smile and a good cleavage display. Only Greg, and maybe more recently Karen, really understood her.


Even Luke, her recently acquired boyfriend and love interest, only had the most superficial insight into the more complex Kate. And he, at this moment, was transfixed by the sight approaching him.


Tall and beautifully proportioned, Kate oozed the fitness and strength of the surf lifesaving iron woman competitor she was. As she walked her muscles rippled under that clear light olive skin. The only thing even slightly wobbling were her breasts. Those beautiful perky orbs that bounced ever so classily up and down with each step; drawing out the tethers of the strings of her bikini top and releasing them again.


Her long surf blonde hair draped in strands over her shoulder; stuck to her skin in its wetness.


The water was dripping off her. It ran off the tip of the hard fully raised nipples pushing out the thin translucent material of her too small bikini top. It ran out of her crotch as it trickled down her torso, through her pants and ever so teasing down her leg. Luke thought that if only he could collect that water he’d drink it; salt and all.


Her tight little low slung bikini pants clung to her mons, divided itself into a camel toe and could be seen stretching and contracting to accommodate every movement through her crotch as she walked. It his vivid male fantasy imagination, Luke pictured it tickling up her clit with each step.


She was smiling at him in the most endearing, compelling way. Her bright blue eyes were large round circles of seductive joy and happiness. Luke didn’t doubt that she knew full well he was simply perving at her as she approached. Kate knew guys. But she also seemed to forgive their more harmless weaknesses and accepted that admiring the female form was one of them.


Indeed, the way she normally dressed almost demanded that guys perve at her and encouraged that subtle feeling of a stirring in their loins that inevitably caused. She also understood the danger that could put her in with a guy who didn’t want to play by the rules. Luke had noticed how Kate judged the time and location of her flaunting herself with an eye to risk. Like some security crazed politician, she’d even never jogged the same route when she went for her afternoon run; least some guy got obsessed with her sexy outfits and set an ambush for her.


And Luke knew that, now he was on the scene, Kate used him for additional protection.


But the good thing was that Kate knew the difference between perving and objectification and to the extent there was a fuzzy dividing line between the two, gave the latter a minimalist role.


As a younger lad he’d had a serious crush on the model Kate Upton. As Miss Upton got older, got a little more solid, supposedly developed a more precious reputation and eventually faded from everyday view, that crush had dissolved. But from the time he first met her, Luke had felt that this Kate was like a younger, improved version of Ms Upton. The same cherubic face and smile. The same womanly figure but without the padding that suggested a fallen glory in her mature years. This Kate’s hair was a natural blonde with eyebrows and body hair to match.


And most important of all, Luke’s Kate had a personality that gave reality to the playfulness that Miss Upton projected to a camera, whatever the reality behind Miss Upton might be.


The first time Luke had made love to this Kate, it was like his teenage fantasy had come true.


Of course, there was a lot more to Kate than that. She was intelligent, but also had a directness of manner that sometimes left Luke standing open mouthed. There were times that was great for getting around an awkward moment or breaking the ice – she wasn’t scared to call a fuck a fuck – but at other times he was left wondering if you could really say that. Once Luke realised that anything she said was completely devoid of malevolence and often tinged with a wicked sense of humour then it almost became endearing, but he could see not everyone else got her.


By the time she reached him Luke’s attempt at subduing his erection had failed and reversed itself. He’d felt it fill out and swell again, the tip projecting a full two inches over the top of his boardies. It felt hard, it felt nice, it yearned to be used, to find the warm embrace of Kate’s womanhood. But Luke knew it would have to wait. Karen and Greg were due any time. Hidden around a projecting sand-dune, as Kate would have it, they were even now pounding their way towards the appointed rendezvous. Evidently, Karen and Greg were nothing if not punctual.


As they sat on their towels to dry, Luke focused once again on getting his erection back under control. Even as Kate innocently swayed her wet, barely covered, nipple projecting breasts right under his nose as they chatted, he tried not to look.


For Kate, the absence of Greg and Karen from her life since last summer, as they went to Universities in different towns, had left a big hole that meeting Luke had only started to help fill. They were friends of the most special kind; especially Greg. Explaining to Luke how important they were to her had been almost impossible as much as he listened and tried to understand.


Luke had seen and overheard Kate interact with them on Facebook. But even the most excited, animated conversation conveys only so much.


He had been trying really hard to look up at Kate’s mouth as she spoke instead of down at her breasts, where the golden brown colour of her projecting nipples was showing fairly clearly through the translucency of the wet material plastered to them. So, looking up and across Kate’s face, it was he who spotted them first; a pair of runners emerging from around a sand dune that projected out across the beach about 150 metres away.


Pointing in their direction, Luke enquired if that was them. The only reply he got was an ear shattering scream as Kate stood up and started running towards them; squealing all the way with her arms outstretched.


Uncertain as to what he should do, Luke stood up and started to follow Kate at a walking pace, taking the chance to study these people who were so important to the girl he had come to love.


Perhaps understandably, his gaze fell first on Karen. Kate had described her appearance in such glowing terms that Luke has actually been looking forward to get an eye full of her. For Kate to say another girl is much pettier that her is really setting a high bar; even if Luke suspected it would really come down to a question of taste.


The first thing he noticed, even from a distance, was that Karen’s bikini tastes were the same as Kate’s. She was wearing a string tie bikini with a slightly undersized top and a minimalist pair of pants; the only difference being Karen’s pants had string tie sides too. How often he’d dreamed that Kate’s bikini pants would fall away with the pull of a string.


The girl he saw was a bit taller but slimmer than Kate. Not in a malnourished sort of way; just built on a lighter frame. Her breasts were smaller; maybe a B cup. They suited her frame, indeed looked impressive on it, but lacked that capacity to bury yourself in them that Kate’s had. The hair that streamed in the wind behind her as she ran was the same sort of surf bleached blonde that Kate’s was, although her complexion was a darker shade of olive than Kate’s much lighter one.


Luke had always hoped he wasn’t alone in judging even an action movie in part by the quality of the eye candy female lead. This girl reminded him of someone and he scanned his memory of his favourite starlets to think who. While there were a lot of slim, tall, perky breasted young things around at the moment, most seemed to carry a bit more padding and have a little less muscle tone than this girl. And yet he knew she was a ringer for someone who had caught his attention lately. When the answer occurred to him it was more out of field left; the model Paige Butcher who he’d been reading an article about the previous week. Karen’s red bikini was even similar to the one Paige had been pictured in for the article.


Still, Luke couldn’t agree with Kate. Karen was a stunner, there was no doubt about that. But he thought Kate much the prettier.


Greg had the same lean figure as his girlfriend; taller and slimmer than Luke with a well sculptured body.


As Kate reached them she collected them both in her outstretched arms, bundling the three of them into a tight huddle. Luke watched as Kate spoke animatedly with them, frequently breaking the flow of conversation to plant a kiss on the cheek of one or other of them. Just when Luke thought the exuberance of the greeting had died down, when Kate was simply standing taking to them, stretching her arms out to have a hand on each of their outside shoulders, Kate halted.


Then suddenly she turned and embraced Karen. This was no girlie, air kiss embrace. Kate had her wrapped up, one arm drawing their chests together, the other around her bum, pulling her crotch tightly against Kate’s. Then she held her there in a long moment of silent contemplation with their chins across each other’s shoulder before planting a prolonged kiss on her cheek. Watching them in profile as he still approach; noticing how their breasts interlocked and bikini bottoms merged tightly together, Luke found it rather hot. Like some sort of male fantasy.


Luke wondered if she’d do the same to Greg and, if so, what effect it would have on him.


It wasn’t long before he found out. Breaking away from Karen, Kate put a hand on each of Greg’s shoulders, contemplating him at arm’s length. Then without warning, she threw herself at him; cat leaping up and wrapping her legs around his hips as her arms bundled his head against her chest. Greg staggered and nearly fell backwards; only just managing to keep his balance. Automatically he’d put his hands under her bum cheeks to support her weight, having little time to think about positioning or placement.


Now Luke had the sight of Greg’s fingers pushing Kate’s bikini bottoms deeply into her bum crack, like he was anally fingering her; pulling her pants half way down in the process and exposing a long line of exposed bottom. Rationally Luke knew it was just the way Kate had landed on him. He knew Kate didn’t tolerate any anal play, so nothing was really happening. Still he felt a pain of jealously.


That wasn’t helped by the fact that Greg had been a bit aroused by Kate’s initial intimate embrace of him. Now as she rocked back and forwards on him, that arousal became complete; an erection pushing a fold of the material of his racing brief swimwear up over the waistband where it seemed to contact Kate’s crotch. As she rocked back and forwards, his erection bent under the weight and straightened up again, making it pretty clear it was banging against her womanhood. All the while his face was buried in the folds of her bosom where, for all Luke knew, a dislodged exposed nipple might be brushing his cheek; or sitting on his lips.


Then bending down and into his face, Kate held the back of Greg’s head as she gave him a prolonged kiss on the lips.


Luke had been warned that Greg had been a friend of Kate’s since childhood; her best and most important friend in the world. Probably as a way of subtly reassuring Luke about the lack of real threat Greg posed to their relationship, she’d also revealed to Luke that both Karen and Greg had been virgins when they got together last year at the age of 20; the message being that there had been nothing physical between Kate and Greg. Still, Luke felt somewhat uncomfortable with what he was watching, even as his own manhood filled out to a full erection from the action as it played out.


Finally Kate dismounted, unavoidably dragging Greg’s erection down so she was momentarily straddling it between her legs. Luke watched as the tip emerged out the back of her legs, then bisected the cheeks of her bottom and through the centre of her crotch until it was released. It left Kate with the waist band of her pants pulled down to the extent of almost full exposure, a fold of material pushed deeply back up into her front and back creases and the leg hems loose enough Luke could see the lips of her labia exposed.


Ignoring her pants and, apart from casually readjusting a triangle of the top to tuck a nipple back in, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Kate then introduced Luke to Karen. Karen reached around his shoulders and pulled Luke into her, close enough for him to feel the hardness of her nipples pushing into his chest while he fought to minimise her feel of the erection in his pants against her stomach. For a long moment she just held him, then she kissed him on the cheek; something Luke awkwardly reciprocated.


Then Kate formally introduced Greg; who gave him a man hug; each of them being careful not to let their erections come into contact.


What Luke couldn’t know was that, recognising the overboard exuberance and sexuality of Kate’s greeting, both Karen and Greg had themselves been much more tactile than normal in their greeting of Luke; as if by way of reassurance to him that he shouldn’t read too much into it. Karen was well aware of the overt physicality of the way she hugged Luke. She knew her nipples were up as a result of the breeze blowing across her sweat soaked top and were pushed hard into Luke’s naked chest. She didn’t even seek to avoid contact with the erection she could see loitered in his pants. It wasn’t normally how she greeted a relative stranger. Nor was Greg all that much of a man hugger in normal circumstances; but each felt something was called for.


But the reality was, Kate was too excited to over analyse things like the way she’d greeted Greg. In her mind, the advantage of Greg having a girlfriend and she at last a boyfriend, was that the potential for playful sexual contact between them to be misinterpreted as a come on was gone and with it the inhibitions that followed. After all, while Karen looked on at the end of last summer, she’d danced naked in full body contact with Greg at Zoe’s party and glimpsed Greg making out with Karen out in the lake there. What’s more they’d watched from behind a tree as she’d got herself laid by her date for the night. It was that sort of party.


Then there’d been the threesome Karen had organised between the three of them; which Kate knew would be the one and only time she’d actually get to have sex with Greg.


So enjoying a few sneaked bounces of his cock against her womanhood as she’d greeted him was, in her mind, nothing really. As for the dismount. Well, that was pure accident. She hadn’t really thought about the fact that as she dismounted, his erection would have no-where else to go except between her legs. A quick and innocent thrill for both of them was all she saw in it.


Luke noticed Kate had at least readjusted her pants while he was being greeted by the other two. For about ten minutes they stood around chatting; the normal animated small talk of friends who hadn’t seen each other for a long while and were at the end of a long drive.


Then Karen announced that, after their long run on what had become a fairly muggy morning, she really needed a dip in the ocean. She wondered if they’d excuse Greg and herself while they freshened up. Kate indicated they wait for them back by the gully, and took Luke’s hand to lead him back to where they were sitting as Karen and Greg headed down to the water.


When they got back to their towels, Kate didn’t stop. Instead, with her free hand she bent down, scooped up the towels, and led Luke into the gully; shaking the sand off them as she walked.


“They’re going to be half an hour. They usually do a couple of k’s of swimming when they get started.”


That wasn’t what Luke thought he heard. He understood they were just going to freshen up. Still, it seemed Kate had something in mind and Luke thought he was going to enjoy it. She knew her friends; why resist or debate the issue? Already he was enjoying the sensation of the flood of blood into his manhood as it anticipated what was to come; following a step behind where he could see Kate’s bikini top ties swingingly temptingly as she walked.


Just inside the entrance to the gully, it forked. The right hand fork was the main one, continuing with a deep path of clean clear sand. Kate pointed up it.


“That’s where Greg and Karen have left their gear.”


Then she led Luke up the left hand path; a little rise up a lightly grassed slope leading to a shallower gully which bent further left as it started. The initial rise caused Kate to bend over to climb it, giving Luke a delightful view of her arse, just inches from his face, as he followed.


As soon as they were around the bend and out of sight of the main track, Kate stopped and laid out both their towels side by side. Then she turned and faced Luke; pulling him in against her body as she kissed him. Putting her hand down between their torsos, she undid the drawstring on his boardies, loosened the waistband and pulled them down far enough for gravity to take over and drop them around his ankles.


Every time she brushed across his erection as she did that, it had pleasurably surged; pushing deeper into the flesh of Kate’s stomach and increasing Luke’s desire to get it into her womanhood. But Luke was still slightly torn by his obsession with her bikini. There’s been little opportunity in Canberra to repeat the session of bikini sex he’d enjoyed in mid-spring. Still, with his cock impatient and knowing that time was limited and there was a whole summer ahead up here to play games with Kate’s bikini covered body, he decided to go for the more conventional approach.


He pulled the top string on her bikini top, then broke away from their mouth kiss to bend his head down to her right breast. Just for a moment he admired the way her raised nipple was pushing out the material before he peeled the triangle of the top off the breast with his lips and took the nipple into his mouth to twirl it with his tongue.


With that first movement he’d bent his knees to let the tip of his erection slip between her legs then pushed it firmly up into her bikini covered crotch. Surging it, he felt the tip slip along the line of her labia until he thought he’d found a void that marked the opening to her womanhood. Then he pushed it up as hard as he could; enjoying the warmth radiating through her pants into the tip where it achieved a shallow penetration of her.


Kate threw he head back and held his head against her breast as she enjoyed a flood of sexual pleasure, vocalising a low, prolonged “oooohhhh”.


But Luke was a man on a mission. Fighting the pressure of her hand on the back of his head, he moved across to the other breast, peeled the top off it too and repeated his oral pleasuring of it, pushing his erection harder into her crotch as his hands slipped around her back to untie the lower string of her top and pull it clear of her body to drop onto the sand below.


No longer able to resist the temptation of penetration, Luke slid down her body, kissing her stomach and then her mons as he peeled her pants down her legs, leaving him sprawled at her feet. Taking her hand, he laid himself out flat on the towel and pulled her now naked body down on top of him.


Kate’s directness can have some benefits. A month ago she had announced they were both going to get tested for STD’s and put the results on the table as a prelude to dropping condoms from their sexual routines. Intelligent enough to be conservative about their sexual health, until that time they had both been what you might call condom virgins even though they had lead active sex lives. Their reward had been a clear result and a new found conscience free sexual freedom.


This was the bit about condom free sex that Luke liked the best; the bit where it made the most difference. Kate straddled him cow-girl style and lifted his erection up to guide it into her body. Luke groaned as he felt the beautiful wetness and warmth of Kate’s womanhood on the hard naked flesh of his rigid shaft as he first entered her. His cock surged as she came down on him and he could feel the bell of his cock easily push aside the folds of her vagina as she progressively opened up to the length of his shaft and he effortless penetrated her.


For a moment Kate just rested on top of him; his shaft reaching towards her cervix, her mons and the swollen hooded little nub that sat behind it sitting on Luke pubis; both of them enjoying the heightened sensations of that first moment of full penetration. Then she started pleasuring herself. Moving more back and forwards than up and down his shaft, she rubbed her clit on his pubis, lightly at first and then more firmly.


By now they had a pretty good idea of what each liked. After initially playing with her nipples with the palms of his hands, Luke move one hand down and slipped his thumb between their bodies, using it to tickle up Kate’s clit. That let Kate start to move up and down his shaft, instead of the back and forwards movement she used to pleasure herself.


Their focus was distracted by the sound of voices outside the gully. Neither could clearly make out what they were saying, but their speech had a quizzical tone to it. The sound of the voices got louder as whoever it was entered the gully. As might have been guessed, it was Greg and Karen looking for them. Greg could be heard telling Karen they were probably up the gully; although it was clear he meant up the main right hand arm of it.


If Luke was a little distracted by the prospect of discovery, Kate was determined to push on. Pulsing her pussy on Luke erection to increase her stimulation of him, she upped the tempo of her rise and fall, bending down to kiss Luke and whisper into his mouth.


“Keep going.”


After not finding Kate and Luke sitting with their own gear, Greg and Karen could still be heard working out what to do. It never occurred to them to check the other arm of the gully because the right hand arm was where Greg had always hung out; for a decade with Kate as they used it as a base for their beach training and last summer with Karen where they’d nearly worn the sand out with a wholly different sort of activity.


All the while the voices of Greg and Kate are coming to them, Kate’s whispering sweet nothings and encouragements into Luke’s ear to keep him focused on her; worried that the distraction might cause a loss of, shall we say, rigidity. Luke didn’t entirely share Kate’s cavalier attitude to the prospect of discovery. He found it bad enough having sex in a share house, where at least the likelihood of someone walking into your room was fairly remote. The prospect of turning to the side and seeing the other couple standing there watching his performance was off-putting.


But Kate’s mere presence had kept him aroused to a cock bursting level for the past couple of hours. There were hormones flooding his system that needed a release and weren’t ready to give up yet. He had softened a bit, but still had enough left to keep going.


Kate and Luke didn’t actually hear the decision that the others made – but it wasn’t long before they heard the result of it. Coming across the top of the gully was the sound of Karen pleasurably groaning; like the sound track off a porn movie. Kate and Luke looked each other in the eyes, exchanged a smirk and then a giggle. Kate bent down again.


“She’s always like that. You can hear her a mile away.”


There was something about the way Karen groaned that communicated a lot about what was going on in the adjoining gully. It did more than make a statement, it created a mental image of the vigorous sex they were obviously engaged in; helped immeasurably by Greg’s occasional grunts which conveyed a sense that Karen was taking him to the point of exploding and then backing off again. Freed from the possibility of discovery, and now having a porn track playing in his ear, Luke fully recovered his enthusiasm. Indeed, he rather enjoyed the feeling of his manhood filling out and hardening again while inside Kate; he could feel it inflating and pushing out against the walls of her vagina as she continued to pulse herself on him and pound up and down.


Even as his performance had started to flag, Luke had never stopped pleasuring Kate. Kate’s sex vocalisations had always been naturally softer and more feminine than Karen’s. Now Luke could see she was approaching orgasm. With Kate sitting upright on him, Luke curled himself up to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking it vigorously as he played with the other one with the fingers of the hand not engaged with Kate’s clit. Kate held his head firmly against her breast as she arched her head back and looked skywards taking in those last few moments of peek pleasure before the rapidly building orgasm broke.


 Kate momentarily halted her bouncing up and down on Luke as she enjoyed her orgasm; the subtle natural contractions of her climax taking over from the deliberate pulsing against Luke’s shaft that had proceeded it. Then as it finished, she worked all the harder to bring Luke explosively to his.


Both momentarily sated, Kate repositioned herself to lie on top of Luke, kissing, until she lifted her hips to release Luke’s shrunken manhood from its previous cacoon; depositing and smearing across it a flood of his seed and her juices in the process. All the while Karen’s groans from the adjoining gully had been getting louder and more continuous.


Bringing her lips back to Luke’s ear, she whispered-


“Let’s go see what’s happening.”


“Shouldn’t we just wait?”




Not fully comprehending what he was getting into, Luke merely complied as Kate got up and led him by the hand to climb the steep walls to get to the top of the sand dune dividing the two gullies. Leading him across the flat narrow top of the dividing dune, Kate sat herself upright with her knees under her, right on the edge of the other gully. Luke cautiously approached to where Kate was sitting. Without the muffling effect of the dune between them, Karen sounded even louder up here. There was no doubt in his mind as to what he was about to look down on.


As Luke kept moving slowly forward, the first thing that came into view were four intertwined feet, followed quickly by the sight of a woman’s butt moving rapidly back and forwards; a very cute butt Luke conceded. Kate was now dragging him to sit next to her. Uncomfortable with being so blatant about it, Luke instead lay down flat on the sand, just his head poking over the edge.


As he settled down, the full vista of the activity was there in front of him. The couple were in a sort of reverse missionary position, with her legs outside his. She was raised on outstretched arms, he curled up to let him suck a breast while playing with the other by twirling it between his fingers. She was elevated enough that he could get a good look at her breasts and nipples every time Greg repositioned or came up for air.


What he could see confirmed an impression he had got when they had first met and she’d hugged him. Her nipples were enormous. Not in diameter. It struck him that, unraised, her nipples would be no different from any other girl’s; probably only in the middle of the range for breasts her size. Rather when aroused or raised, they projected further; miniature volcanic cones, capped by cut off telegraph poles. He found them quite fascinating and wasn’t surprised Greg seemed to like playing with them so much.


And that was also fortunate, because it stopped Greg looking up and spotting them both.


All the while Karen’s moving up and down on Greg like a woman possessed; her vocalisations getting louder, more constant and higher pitched. Clearly she was about to cum. Luke took the time to admire her body as she worked away at it; quickly becoming aroused again and needing to lift his hips to let his erection plough through the sand into an upright position.


Luke wasn’t a complete stranger to porn; especially the free stuff on the internet. But he usually found it quite soulless. Poor acting, no real connection between the actors or conviction about them actually enjoying themselves, no continuity – which broke any sense of progression of the sex – and an obsession with certain things like oral and anal all contributed to him just not getting into it. And that’s before you allow for actors who aren’t really all that attractive.


But this was way different. They were clearly into it and into each other. They were making love, not just having sex. Karen was a complete stunner and even just looking down on her back and arse while she was on top was a pleasure in itself. And Karen’s groaning was real; it just conveyed so much about excitement about their sex. It was all a major turn-on.


Still, Luke would never have come up to watch them if Kate hadn’t insisted. He still had reservations about it even though he found it quite arousing.


Kate on the other hand and no such reservations. It never occurred to her it wasn’t the right thing to do; a little cheeky, yes, but that was all.


After all, she and Greg went back as closest friends to their earliest years. The gully where he and Karen were now humping away at each other had been Kate and Greg’s hideout and playhouse in their younger years and gear storage and change room as they progressed to training for their surf lifesaving activities. To her it was like a twin sister cheekily peeking into the bedroom she and her brother had once shared as he and a new girlfriend banged away at each other. Just something to tease him about later.


As Karen finally came, Kate and Luke watched as she let out a little high pitched squeal; changing her movement from the fast long strokes she was using before to a short little jiggly movement.


Then, reflecting the well-rehearsed action it was, she lay down on Greg, tucked her legs inside his and they rolled over putting him on top with his legs outside hers. Almost immediately, Greg raised himself up on his arms and started pounding her enthusiastically, grunting audibly while Karen, with a hand on Greg’s bum encouraging him,  continued to groan in a way that indicated she was enjoying it too.


So, Luke thought, he likes to finish on top too.


After an initial meeting of their eyes and what seemed like an exchanged smile between them, the position of Greg’s head indicated he was still obsessed with Karen’s breasts, or lower down her body, as he kept thrusting. That left Karen free to look around, and she quickly spotted first Kate and then a more discrete Luke looking down on them. Karen fixed her eyes on Kate, grinned at her, and then rolled her eyes. Luke turned towards Kate to see her grinning back in return, completely unabashed.


Greg kept pounding away as Karen’s focus switched between keeping an eye on Greg and grinning up at Kate. Her initial vocal expressions of enjoyment with Greg’s thrusting faded somewhat and became more forced as she was distracted by the audience. Greg for his part didn’t seem to notice; too busy seeking his own release.


It didn’t take Greg long to get there; a pause and then a couple of massive slow thrusts marking, with a pronounced groan, his moment of release. He collapsed down onto Karen, who put her arms around him as his head lay alongside hers; Karen still making eye contact with Kate. Karen waited until the last shudders of Greg’s climaxed had passed before she rolled him over, letting him flop onto the towel beside her; still displaying an impressive residue of his erection.


That left him looking straight up into Kate’s eyes. With a coolness that only comes from an intimate 13 year friendship, Greg managed to ask her with a completely non-plussed sotto voce -


“Hello. What are you doing there?”


As would be expected by anyone who knew Kate, her reply was equally direct.


“I should ask you the same thing; although after what I’ve just watched I suppose the answer would be pretty obvious. We thought you were going for your training swim so had at least half an hour for some hanky panky in the other gully. Then you two came back early and started waking up the dead with your noisy sex. I was worried it might put Luke off his game.”


Stroking Luke’s head, Kate continued.


“Fortunately it just seemed to excite him more. When we were finished Luke said we should just wait for you guys to finish too; but you know me.”


“How long were you watching?”


“From a little before Karen’s climax. An impressive one it was too. By the way Greg, you’ve got a really nice butt when it’s working like that.”


Kate stood up and offered a hand to Luke to help him up from his lying position. They half walked, half slid down the steep side of the gully to join the other two. Luke was initially resistant to getting up, looking as though he might have preferred to lie down for a bit longer. The reason for that soon became obvious. He had a nearly full on boner on display now coated in sand. He might have been a reluctant watcher, but that obviously hadn’t stopped him enjoying it.



By the time Kate and Luke reached the bottom, Greg and Karen had managed to stand up, sort of leaving the four of them standing awkwardly around stark naked; Karen with the feeling of Greg’s cum beading down the inside of her thigh.


Greg broke the momentary silence by finishing the earlier conversation.


“We just went in the water to wash the sweat off our bodies after our run. We’d been for our training swim earlier. We weren’t sure where you guys had got to when we came back.”


“Yea, we heard you talking while we were in the other gully. But we were already busy if you get my drift. And don’t think I didn’t notice that given the choice between going looking for your just arrived in town best friend and rooting each other silly, you chose the rooting.”


“So you would have preferred if we’d gone looking for you and found you guys in the middle of something instead of the other way around?”


Kate winked at Greg.


“If you had, I promise we would have put on a good show.”


Kate was now standing only a half arm’s length from Greg as she said that and had a hand on his shoulder. So let’s sum up where they had all got to as the four of them stood there naked, including a guy Karen and Greg had only met half an hour ago.


There’s two guys now fully aroused; Greg’s got a visible bead of his cum and Karen’s juices on the top of his shaft and Luke’s cock looks like it was coated in honey and dipped in sand. Karen’s got cum running down her leg and Kate’s there playing verbal games with Greg while standing close enough her tits are just about brushing his chest.


And they’ve only been back in town two days.


Ignoring the cum on her leg, Karen picked up the pieces of her bikini and started tying them back on; picking up Greg’s speedos too to let him slip them back on even if he did have to struggle to tuck his erection back into them.


Then they all walked back up the other fork of the gully with Kate and Luke so they can collect their clothes and gear.


“Anyone for coffee?”



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