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From: mariapollick@usa.net (Maria Pollick)
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Subject: Maria#4-Just for Colin
Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:52:21 -0700
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Maria#4-Just for Colin

"Color me Colin"

Well, I did it, now...ALL three got my BEST fuck!

Since he doesn't have the patience to write a decent recollection for you,
and since I need a good orgasm today, I decided I'd write it.  To start out
your excitement, I may as well tell you that I am now sitting naked at
Colin's place writing this on his computer.  Don't worry, he will fuck me
good before I get my clothes back on.  We still hadn't fucked in the shower yet.
But anyways, I digress a bit.

I had planned a whole day to spend with the most animalistic of the three studs,
Colin, counting on dining, romancing with him, certainly fucking him, but best
of all, making LOVE to him to the best of my ability.  Most of our day
together was
great to me but not nearly as exciting as the beautiful highlight which I know
you really want to hear anyway.  It stands out with me because it was the most
unusual of our fucks so far, it was very romantic for him and the best for me.

I made love to Colin back at that beach where my foursome happened, which Colin
confessed to me is on property he owns.  The front of his cottage fronted on a
beautiful beach that was wide, white and 6 miles long. From the deck, I could
see only a few other people scattered along the length, and none were close by.
We walked hand-in-hand, out across the sand, constantly stopping to kiss each
other passionately like new lovers, which I guess we were!  We set up camp back
from the edge of the lapping waves. He was wearing a cool tiny black
bathing suit.
I was wearing an even skimpier bikini that was hot pink and as transparent as
tracing paper. Since he had explained that he wasn't interested in soaking
up too
many rays, we had set up a huge beach umbrella that shaded his beach
chair, and I
spread my giant towel out right in front of the chair, where the warm sun could
wash over me. I arranged myself on my back with my head near his feet and my
feet (bare as always!)pointing at the surf.  

After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior evenings
awesome encounter with him Bubba and Eric in the back of his cottage,
we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun was putting a sheen of
perspiration on my skin. I asked him to help apply my SPF 15 lotion, but when
I started to get up so that he could rub it on, he insisted that I should
remain in my comfortable recumbent position. Grabbing the lotion, he
squatted down next to my legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my
feet. I closed my eyes as his strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves
and toyed with my sensitive toes, tickling them! It was so tantalizing to feel
the slippery lotion lubricating his fingers. 

Then his hands worked their way up to my knees, and he teased me by
tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from giggling, and the
ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic. Continuing upward, he
began to massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what it would feel like
when his hands ascended to my moistening cunt, only inches "north" of where
he was. I tingled with expectations. Now, I knew him well enough to realize
that predictability is not to be expected from him. But on that first date
of our relationship, I didn't realize that he was so creative. So when he
pulled away from me and stood up, I started to whine at him to come back and
apply the lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to give
him an idea of where I really wanted him to pay attention. 

But he silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let me know that I
shouldn't try to boss him around. I was pleased to see his gaze slide down
my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My sparse cunt hair was trimmed
very close in so that it didn't show around the edge of my bikini, but the
material was so thin that the hair was visible as a texturing of the fabric.
And my labia formed two distinct ridges that bracketed the moist vertical
smear of moisture that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As he stared, I
spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that he could see my
barely clad cunt even better. 

Then he stepped back over to his beach chair and scootched it forwards so
that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see what he was doing,
but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick liquid splash onto the skin of my
tummy. At first I had the thought that he had had an orgasm and had shot
his semen onto my stomach... but of course, he had only had a few seconds
to accomplish this, and the liquid was too cold to have come from his cock.
Then I felt the soles of his feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on
skin, and I realized that he had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As
his feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat dollops
of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs and my crotch.
His feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes slipped in under my bikini
top, pushing  the lotion all around my tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed
in on my lengthening nipples, and then he began to clench his toes under,
capturing and gently squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot.
The milking action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver. 

I reached up and fondled his calves as his feet came out from under the
bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders and then down the bumpy
surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the lotion falling randomly on my
body. His right foot slithered up to my tummy and dipped into the pool of
thick cream that had formed in my belly button. Then those toes descended
further until they reached the low-slung waste band of my bikini panties, and
then dove under the edge. His toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and
he was able to bend his big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and
 press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, he pulled
his foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then pushed back into
my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini and crotch was
absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and more squirts of the
lotion rained down on the outside of my panties, and onto my thighs. Finally,
he pulled his foot up and out over my crotch and down so that the heel was
rubbing my cunt area through the saturated thin material. The lotion pooled
and dripped everywhere, and his fat and solid heel ground firmly into my
slickened crotch, spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the
inner lips and my erect clitoris were exposed to the welcome and relentless
pressure. Although my head was still trapped under the chair, I could easily
imagine the view he had, with the radiant pink material of my bikini almost
transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my engorged flesh. 

My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I pushed the top out of the way. I
used the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and areolas a deep and
satisfying massage. His foot lowered itself down so that his heel rests on
the towel, and his Achilles tendon was held in the passionate embrace of my
crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and down motion that rubbed my
barely-sheathed clitoris up and down on that slippery and unbendably rigid
rod of tendon. As I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I
humped  his leg faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal
urgency. I wasn't long before my orgasm caught me up in its surge of pulsing
ecstasy that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only
as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new sensation:
a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my sensitized nipples. It
brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and rising sexual desire. Deep as
it was, this pleasure was not going to be the end of our carnal play for the
morning.

Part 2

I pushed up hard on the bottom of his chair's seat, and surprised him by
flipping it over backwards, leaving him sprawled on the white beach. The
sand coated his sweaty body in splotchy patterns, and then he jumped up and
raced into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave and knifing head-first
into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it took a moment to get over the
post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled into the water like a drunken sailer, and
a big wave knocked my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held
in my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible power of the
churning water tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes drier. The
cool water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and shot
up into the air with my arms reaching toward the sun . When I came back down,
I swam underwater and snuck up to where he was standing and pulled his
skimpy bathing suit down to his knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing
and teasing each other until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up
onto the beach and back to our chair, table and umbrella.

By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the blanket, so he lay
down with his head toward the water and his feet under the chair. Since
there was no one else near us on the beach, he agreed to take off his
bathing suit, and this revealed his cock. I know he didn't really
appreciate it when I told he that it looked particularly cute right then,
but that's what I kept thinking of. The cold water had shrunk his cock up
much smaller that usual, and it stuck straight out from his crotch . This
contrasted with his balls, which were filled with come that had accumulated
during his lotioning of my body. The skin of his balls was stretched tight
and smooth over the swollen eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful. 

As I leaned over to examine it closely, his cock started to grow. It
happened so slowly that it was almost like trying to watch a flower bud open.
But millimeter by millimeter, the water-shrunken cock, grew fatter and
longer. It lay over to one side and started to stretch out toward his hip,
and then the head kind of rolled and slithered along his tummy until it
pointed up to his belly button. Still it continued to lengthen, nourished my
eager and riveted stare. Just as the tip looked like it was going to try to
fuck his navel, the whole length of his cock twitched and jerked up into
the air, hovering and convulsing an inch or so above his tummy. When I saw
that, I knew that it was beckoning me to do more than gaze upon its
magnificent beauty. 

I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and squirted it down
onto his rigid cock. As the cool liquid reached its target, his cock
involuntarily bobbed and weaved, as if it was trying to hide from the
squirting lotion. Just as he had done for me, I hosed the lotion all over
his torso, thighs, and balls, and then used the soles of my feet to cradle
the length of his cock. I began to give him a satiny foot job with my well
lubricated feet. I probed around the ridged edge of the head with my toes,
and then massaged up and down the raised tube that runs up the entire length.
I also pushed his cock back and forth across his stomach, swabbing around
the lotion as if his cock was a windshield wiper. With one foot, I lightly
prodded and swirled his heavy balls.

When I thought he  were starting to get too excited, I asked him to slide
his whole body further under the beach chair, so that his cock was directly
under the seat, just where my head had been earlier. While he did that, I
stood up and removed my wet bikini bottom, then sat back in the chair. This
was one of those beach chairs that has those flexible plastic strips running
side to side, forming the seat. I was able to push some of the strips
forward, and others back, so that my ass could hang down through the seat by
a couple of inches. At the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto the
wooden arms of the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and my cunt lips wide
open. It didn't take much imagination on his part to see what I had in mind.
He reached in under the chair and lifted his  greasy cock straight up. My
cunt was so close that he had to bend that rigid piece of meat to get it
past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the head of his cock reached my
open vagina, and he released it. Without doing anything, his cock pushed up
into me two or three inches. That wasn't enough for either of us, and he
immediately started to lift and drop his ass, stabbing his long and hard
cock up into my avaricious cunt. In my position, I really couldn't move much,
so I left it for him to fuck me, which he did with great passion and
enthusiasm. It was so marvelous to be fucked  by his huge cock while I gazed
out over the ocean.  The sounds of the waves were mesmerizing. His cock
filling my cunt was the only place that we were touching each other. I
reached down through the slats of plastic and rubbed my clitoris with one
hand, and the other reached even further under and I let my first and second
fingers scissor around the exposed part of his cock, applying even more
squeezing pressure to his hard cock as it plunged deep in and out of my
wide-open vagina. That was just what he needed; within moments, he began an
intense and convulsive orgasm. I looked down at his face and saw a grimace
that might have been mistaken for extreme pain, if I didn't know better. His
hips thrust fiercely up into me, bumping the entire chair up and down. His
final thrust left he paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my cunt as
deeply as he could. After half a minute, his body collapsed back down to
the towel, and only his cock's head was left inside me.

My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired effect, and I was
wracked by my second orgasm of the day. The spasms in my body were most
conspicuous inside my vagina, and the muscles contracted and squeezed out
much of the huge load of come that he had deposited. I could feel it flood
down out of me and around the head of his cock, down into his matted pubic
hair. And finally, as his cock shrank more and more, the head pulled out and
his cock flopped back down onto his stomach, thoroughly wet and satisfied.
I let my feet drop back down onto the sand and tipped my head back. 

Within minutes he and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled with kinky dreams
of what might occur during the rest of our vacation. It's fortunate that we
applied the sunscreen so liberally, for as the sun contimnued to move across
the sky, we each got our share of the sleepy rays

I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on the beach would
trespass by during our nap. What would they have seen -- my cunt dripping semen
down through the slats of the chair, onto his limp cock, which was coated
with streaks of already-dry come -- or would they just have paid attention to
the smug and satisfied smiles on our faces?

Upon my awakening, he was at my feet tickling them making me smile and giggle
for him.  I created another confirmed foot fetishist!

I made sure the rest of our stay was romantic and hot.  He took me everywhere,
and I really enjoyed his company.  We fucked again that night and again in the
morning, but neither session compared to the BEST fuck we had at the beach so
I'll not write about them.  Howver, sleeping nude so close to such a studly body
made it damn hard to sleep.  I constantly had to kiss him or stroke his
beautiful
cock.

Now, back at Eric's, I am eager for some true animalism.

As for fucking a black man...soon, Jay, soon.  I'm too horny for hubby
right now to
give specific details, but I'll say this much...WHEN I fuck this HOT black
FOOTBALL
PLAYER stud from OSU, it will be in a great gang bang with the rest my
men, and then
the next day....another fun romantic solo project ALL day with this surprisingly
TICKLING crazy hunk!

I was too nervous to meet him, so hubby showed him the tickling pictures
he had of
me.  It really turned him on!  Then, hubby asked him if he'd like to see
the video and
he was all for it, admitting his major tickling fetish!  Man was I hot in
that video.
Ironically, when it was made, I was thinking of it being viewed by my gang
banging
friends AND Colin's black buddies.  

Hell, time to get fucked royal, hubby's home!

Maria (soon to be blacked!)
Well, ticklish COMPLETELY bare feet up...and currently in hubby's hands!

P.S. Hubby said to tell you that he made me cum while fucking me after a
tickling
session.  No offense, but he's a better lover than you so FAR.  You'll
learn from these
letters, and I have no doubt I'm making the best fucker ever with my
words!  But right
now, I'm his.  We're gonna make a video for the black man and his friends
tonight.
Don't worry, I'm not getting carried away, I will only fuck one other man,
the black.
I just want his friends to know what my bare feet look like while I'm
being fucked,
and that's the only legit reason I have.  Good enough for me.

SEAya, glad I'm not BEING ya!  This is fun.