Saturday Night at the Nudist Motel
Copyright© 2012 by harry lime
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Harry was on a much needed vacation with his sister-in-law and her two bratty girls, Kristy and Julie. His brother had been in Saudi Arabia for almost a year and had six months left on his contract. Harry had been a bit of a recluse since his wife Anna died 4 years prior and he found himself taking long looks at both of the nubile young girls in their late teens. Nora, his sister-in-law was an old girlfriend of his and the memories of her sweet pussy haunted him alone at night in bed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Lolita BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Daughter Uncle Niece InLaws Spanking Group Sex Orgy Interracial White Couple Hispanic Female First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Sex Toys Squirting Exhibitionism Voyeurism Public Sex Nudism
(Conclusion)
In the previous segment, things were getting pretty hot and heavy at the nudist motel with the introduction of the little contingent of young female Japanese tourists looking for new things and new friends. Of course, the general crowd at the motel was fairly geriatric in nature, but my nieces and Nora added to the fun and games and the Viagra was readily available.
Our twin-connected bedroom suites were filled to capacity and then some, but nobody seemed to mind the crowding of so many naked bodies into the small space. All four beds were occupied with guests interested only in the available flesh within easy reach. I saw my Nora getting banged from both ends by a husband and wife team that spoke a foreign language that sounded like some Nordic country but I couldn’t be certain which one because I was unfamiliar with the words. I could place the region but not the exact country of origin. It was strange because I knew instinctively they were both using filthy words just from the way they were spanking Nora’s pretty ass and smiling at each other to show their approval of her juicy enthusiasm.
My nieces were smoking some of that funny weed that was so plentiful down here. They did their best to hide it from me because they knew I didn’t approve of the nasty habit. It was a far sight different than the stuff we fooled around with as kids because these days, they used all kinds of other ingredients to make the stuff stronger and more effective in dulling the senses.
My niece Kristy was making a fool of herself with one of the Japanese girls pushing her face up deep into her crack like she was searching for gold. The girl was giggling non-stop and I have to admit that it made me smile to see her flustered face with shy acceptance of Kristy’s obsessed attentions. I knew Kristy was tilted in that direction even though she made a constant effort to balance her physical interaction with a fair share of male admirers.
The other niece Julie was getting it from behind from the uniformed security guard Reynaldo. He was the only person in the room that was clothed because he was on duty and he didn’t want to lose his job. The sight of his nasty-looking .38 Caliber Smith & Wesson slapping into Julie’s pretty cheek was memorable and an image that would be difficult to forget. She was definitely feeling it because her face was all flushed and she was concentrating on taking the security guard’s huge business without complaint.
Reynaldo had hold of Julie’s long pony-tail and he pulled her head back so everyone could see how much his long, thick shaft was stretching the young girl’s closely shaved vaginal slit and making her mumble obscenities with an incoherent lack of logic.
He had a strange sense of humor and added the humiliation of spanking her like she belonged to him right in front of total strangers enjoying the sight of her complete degradation in naked submission. There was an element of subjugation to the tableau, but I knew Julie was enjoying the hell out of it and she wouldn’t have it any differently if she was in charge of every move he made.
After that, I was busy with my own fun and games on the balcony facing the pounding surf only a short distance from our sliding glass doors. The sound of the beating waves gave me the rhythm I wanted to exercise the Japanese girl’s backside with a sense of control that seemed to turn her on even more than I.
It seemed appropriate to push my busy thumb into the girl’s tiny rear door just to see her reaction and I knew from her happy humping that she was one of those females that liked a good anal stretch knowing she had to take it from behind without any opportunity to change her mind. I liked that because I had found that most Asian females tended to avoid anal sex if at all possible because of some cultural fears inbred over many generations. The younger generation seemed to consider it more Western than traditional and feared they would be thought of as sluts if they showed any liking for it in front of a new male friend. I was fast approaching that point of no return in Yoko’s pretty pussy and pulled out to enter her rear door paradise like some Pirate on a raiding party. She grunted low and deliciously and the other Japanese girls looked over at her humiliation. They had mixed reactions with some looking a bit envious of her daring adventure and others a bit turned off by her depraved behavior. It came down to a three to two response in favor of anal fun and games. That surprised me a little and I wondered if it might be because they were all from a different region of Japan that enjoyed experimentation of the physical kind behind closed doors.
I sensed that Nora had her eye on me and I pretended like it was all business and no pleasure as I plumbed the pretty girl’s rear end. She was so tight that I had to spank her to get her to loosen up a bit for my deeper desires. Eventually, she surrendered her ass to me unconditionally and I roughed her up a bit delighting the other onlookers enjoying the sight of her prone-bone position underneath me.
My impetuous niece Julie came over and wordlessly pushed her inquisitive finger into my overheated prostate to check on my progress in closeness to flooding Yoko’s delectable heart-shaped buttocks with a creamy present I knew she would keep inside the remainder of the long night. My determination to give the juicy little tourist a memory of her vacation she would cherish for a much longer time was spurred by the fact that the two rooms were filled with curious onlookers including the remainder of the girls from the land of the rising sun.