SPRING BREAK WITH TONI 


This is a story about partner swapping, and even though it's nearly
twenty years ago now, it remains etched in my memory with only the
intensity that a one-time event could have.  Because even though it was
incredibly exciting, I have never felt the need to try it again.  For
one thing, I have been married for fifteen years to a wonderful woman
who occupies my heart and imagination in a way that I would never wish
to share her.  But like I said, this was twenty years ago, and things
were a little different.

Toni was my girlfriend for a little while my senior year of college.
We were incredibly physically attracted to one another, which kept us
together even though we didn't have much else in common.  That
physical spark is not to be underestimated when it comes to the things
people will do together, and this was never truer for me than when I
dated Toni.

This particular story takes place over spring break, when Toni's
father, who was an executive in the hospitality industry, sent Toni to
the islands.  He had a friend who worked for a resort chain and they
had swapped favors so Toni could have a room for the week at one of
those all-inclusive island resorts.  He actually intended for Toni to
take a few of her friends, but Toni invited only me.  I have no idea
where I came up with the money for airfare, but the idea of five days
with Toni wearing nothing more than a tiny bikini was very inspiring,
and the next thing I knew we were checking into a small room with a
king-sized bed and a view of the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea.

Evan at twenty-two, Toni was in the full roundness of womanhood.  Round
butt, round, heavy breasts, round thighs, round face.  She wasn't
overweight but she wasn't lithe, either.  Not that it mattered.  Toni
had no self-consciousness.  She was proud of her body and that made her
all the more sexy.  Her bikinis were not so small that they looked out
of place on her body, but they were no bigger than they had to be.
Toni must have brought ten bathing suits and no matter which one she
wore, you were guaranteed to see lots of her flesh.

Well, what can I say about the first few days?  We lay on the beach.
We lay by the pool.  We drank too much.  We necked in public, and we
fucked in private.  We didn't care to venture much beyond the resort.
 We didn't have meaningful conversations.  It wasn't a meaningful
kind of place.  I don't know if Toni's father had realized it or not
but t seemed to be one of those resorts where most anything goes.
There were lots of bodies, lots of women in thong bikinis and men in
brief bathing suits designed to show off their proudest part.  There
was lots of drinking, lots of necking in public.  One night when Toni
and I went skinny dipping we weren't the only naked ones in the pool.
It was the kind of place that made it difficult to for your thoughts to
extend very far beyond sex.  I certainly wasn't complaining.

Nor was Toni.  Whenever I was gone for more than a few minutes, I would
return to find her happily chatting with another nearly naked and very
attractive man.

The night things really heated up we had done dinner and had a few
drinks after dinner and were lounging on one of the many divans
scattered about the pool area.  We were lazily making out, the sounds
of the bar band coming across the lawn, the warm Caribbean night breeze
washing over us.  Toni was lying on top of me, moving herself a little
against the hard-on that had grown up between us.  I was playing with
her hair, running my hands along her back.  We had never even changed
out of our bathing suits from the day, and I squeezed the plump flesh
of her ass every time my hand made it down that far.  Her legs were
spread just a little, just enough to allow my finger to dip
occasionally a little lower, to tickle the fabric that hugged snug
against her pussy.

We weren't even aware at first that we were being watched, and even
when we saw the couple standing a few feet away, watching us, Toni made
no move to curtail our make-out session.  She bent to kiss my neck and
pressed herself slowly against my crotch.

After a few minutes the couple approached us.  They were holding hands.
 The man spoke.  "That is a very nice thing the two of you are doing,
very hot."  His voice carried the hint of an accent.  There were more
Europeans than Americans at the resort, so this was no surprise.

"Thank you," said Toni, lifting her head to smile at them.

"Do you like to do it that way, with the woman on top?" asked the man.

"We're just kissing a little," said Toni.

The man said, "This is my wife, Dara, and I am Jon."

They sat down next to us and we talked for a few minutes, Toni never
getting off of me, never letting my hard-on die, rubbing herself
against me every time she felt it going away.  They were probably
thirty.  He was slender but very toned.  She was plain looking in the
face but even through her sundress I could see the voluptuousness of
her body.  It hugged every curve.  It stopped mid-thigh and the rest of
her legs were strong and brown from the sun.  She wasn't wearing a bra.
 Her nipples were plainly visible through the fabric that clung over
her breasts.

Dara sat on Jon's lap while we talked.  Jon said, "I'm glad you are not
embarrassed, not shy.  Dara an I are always happy to find Americans who
are not such prudes."

"You give us hope for the rest of the country," added Dara.

"But we did not stop by to spoil the evening with politics," said Jon.
"You have given us a nice suggestive show."  He ran his hand down the
length of Dara's shoulder, her arm, and her leg, in a way that made
Dara's breathing change, and she said, "Showing off can be very sexy."

"We could show you," said Jon.  "You could join us in our cabana."

"Ooh," said Toni.  "You hear that, Dave?  They have a cabana.  All we
have is a teeny-tiny room."

"We have plenty of room to spread out," said Dara.

"We could talk it over," said Toni, catching my eye.

"Very well," they said.  They told us their room number and said, "We
hope to see you soon."

"Oh, my God," Toni giggled when they had walked away.  "How wild is
that?"

"Do you want to go?" I asked.

She ground against my erection and said, "I can tell you do."

"I was like that before they showed up."

"It could get out of hand," she said.

"We can always leave."

She kissed me and moved against me urgently.  "Holy shit," she said
after a minute, "I can't believe we're doing this."  But I could tell
by the way she kissed, by the way her body was moving, that the
prospect had turned her all the way on.

A few minutes later we were knocking on their door.

Jon answered, a look of happiness on his face.  "We were not sure if
you would come," he said.

"We wanted to give you hope for America," I said.

Jon laughed and ushered us inside.  "Let me get you something to
drink," he offered, as he sat us on a sofa in their sitting room.

Dara, who had been seated in an armchair when we arrived, helped Jon
get the drinks.  When they returned Jon settled into a chair as if to
make conversation but Dara had other plans.  She stood in front of him
and ran her hands through his thick brown hair, her breasts very close
to his face.  She said, "Baby, I don't want to talk anymore.  They
wouldn't be here if they just wanted to talk talk talk."

Jon grinned at us and said, "Sometimes she gets very impatient," and he
closed his mouth around her nipple, nipping at it through the thin
fabric of her dress, kneading her breasts with his hands.

Dara swayed and swiveled her hips and said, "Baby, yes," as she twined
her fingers more tightly in his hair.

Jon said, "It is good to give her what she wants, don't you think?"
and Dara took that moment to wriggle the tight dress over her head.
Now she was naked, pulling Jon's head back to her, and now he was
sucking her tits directly, with nothing in between his mouth and the
large brown nipples he was pulling forcefully into his mouth.

Toni, already close to me, inched her body closer to mine and I let my
hand fall along her thigh.  I looked at her and saw the rapt attention
she was paying to our hosts.

Jon slid forward, out of the chair, to his knees on the floor, his
mouth sliding down Dara's tawny stomach until he face was buried in the
well-tended thatch of hair between her thighs.  Dara spread her legs to
give him better access.  His hands came up to cup her ass, pulling her
to him, and she in turn pulled him in with her hands on his head.

Dara looked over at us, her face a mixture of amusement and arousal.
"Do you like to watch him eat me?"

I said, "Yeah," and Toni nodded, as well.

"He likes to eat me every way he can," she said, and turned around bent
slightly forward, so that his face was buried in her ass, and he
growled a hungry growl and went to work there, licking from her lower
back all the way own to her cunt.

"Maybe you would like him to do it to you, too," she said to Toni, and
I felt the electricity in Toni's body.

"God," said Dara, pulling Jon up.  "Let me have a turn.  Let me show
off what I can do."

As he stood, she sank to her knees, and worked busily at his trousers.
In only a moment she had his cock free, caressing it in her hands.  It
was thick and hard.  Jon pulled his shirt off while she kissed his
mushroom-shaped head.  She made a great show of licking him all around,
running her tongue around and down his shaft.  She cupped his balls in
one hand and jacked him off around his base with the other, leaving the
tip free for her mouth, which closed around it as she bobbed her head
up and down.

I ran my hand higher on Toni's thigh, until it rested on the fabric of
her bathing suit that covered her crotch.  Toni responded immediately,
pressing against my finger, and the fabric was drenched with her
juices.

"Dara," said Jon, "our guests are enjoying themselves."

Dara paused in her sucking and watched as I worked my finger underneath
Toni's suit, into the welcoming furrow between her legs.  Toni made
catlike sounds and spread her legs wider, never taking her eyes off
Dara and Jon.

"It's time," said Jon, and sank back down, easing Dara onto her back.
She rocked back, pulling her legs up.  John directed his cock until it
was pointed at her pussy, then moved into her with a single quick
motion.  They wasted no time, but went straight into a fantastic show
of fucking.  They were faced away from us, so that our view was of her
wide-open cunt, and of his cock appearing and disappearing into her.
She pulled her knees to her chest, and when Jon hammered home his balls
smacked against her ass.

I wormed a second finger under Toni's suit and fingered her deeply as
our hosts fucked in front of us.  Toni was moaning freely now but her
sounds were overshadowed by Jon and Dara, who had become lost in their
own world.  Dara's wide-open position must have exposed her clitoris to
Jon's stimulation, because soon she called, "Yes, baby, I'm coming,"
and though Jon kept hammering at her, I could see the ring of her
asshole puckering rhythmically as her muscles clenched in orgasm.  It
must have been exquisite around Jon's cock, because a moment later Jon
groaned and pinioned Dara's body beneath his, rigid as he pumped his
orgasm into her.  His ass was taut, his balls tight, and she held
herself wide open for him until he began to relax with the passing of
his climax.

Dara, recovering from her orgasm, said, "Look, honey," and Jon turned
his head to see my fingers working busily under Toni's bikini bottom,
Toni's legs splayed wantonly on the sofa.

Jon pulled out of Dara, his cock still hard and glistening with their
combined juices.  "This is too good a sight to pass up," he said,
covering the distance between us in a flash.

"Now who's the impatient one?" said Dara, a smile of cat-like
complexity on her face.

Jon was between Toni's legs in a flash, pulling my fingers out of her,
devouring her scents through the fabric of her bikini bottom.

Toni groaned and pumped her hips at him.  Jon pulled the fabric aside,
exposing her cunt so ragged with desire, and dove back in, attacking
her with his mouth and tongue.

It had all happened so fast, and with such an animal intensity, that I
was momentarily stunned into the realization of what was happening.
Toni, my Toni, opening herself to another man, just like that, no
hesitation, no inclination to see how I felt about it.  True, this
wasn't a relationship that was going anywhere long-term, but still, I
felt a surge of jealousy as Jon sucked ferociously on Toni's clitoris,
and Toni cradled his head like her favorite lover.

I didn't even notice Dara rising and sashaying over, until she
settled her incredible body before me, kneeling in the same way Jon was
kneeling in front of Toni.  "I know a wonderful cure for jealousy," she
said with a knowing smirk, and pulled my bathing suit away from my
waist, exposing my own stiffly waving cock.  I lifted my hips for her
to pull my bathing suit the rest of the way off.  Beside me, Toni did
the same as Jon tugged her bikini down.

Dara and Jon looked at each other.  "Having a good time, Darling?" he
asked her.

In answer, she kissed him deeply.  Toni pulled me to her and did the
same, until we both moaned into each other's mouths, because Jon had
returned to Toni's cunt at the same time as I felt Dara's glorious
mouth enveloping my dick.  We lay back on the sofa.  Toni watched Dara
suck me in the same luxurious way she had sucked Jon, and I watched Jon
eat Toni's pussy like a gourmand.

It didn't take very long after that.  Toni grabbed my hand just as
she started to come.  I squeezed her palm and lifted my hips towards
Dara's mouth as I did the same.  The intensity of my orgasm was
heightened further by the notion that Toni and I were both
simultaneously coming into the mouths of strangers.  The blood rushed
so feverishly towards my pleasure that my fingers and toes tingled with
lack of oxygen.  The notion must have had the same effect on Toni,
because she screamed as she came in a way I had never heard her come
before.

Jon and Dara both sat back, looks of huge satisfaction on their faces.
Jon said, "What an appetizer!  I am ready for the main course."  His
penis, if it had ever softened after his first orgasm, stood out again
proud and ready.  He grabbed Toni's hand, "Come down here so we can
show off."

Toni allowed herself to be guided to the floor, where Jon stretched his
body behind her in the spoon position.  He ran his hands lightly over
her body, unhooking her bikini top and freeing her large breasts, which
he immediately began to caress, teasing her rubicund nipples into full
attention.  Toni, still awash in the afterglow of her orgasm, lay with
her eyes closed, soaking in the attention.

Dara touched my penis, which had begun to soften.  "How about it?" she
asked.  "Can a young stud like you get it up again for more?"  As if in
answer, my penis twitched.

Jon pulled Toni more towards lying on her back and with one knee lifted
her leg.  Dara said, "He's going to fuck her now.  We can watch until
you are ready."

Toni shifted a little to settle more comfortably and Jon fished for his
cock until it appeared between Toni's legs.  With a little guidance and
a little more shifting from Toni, his large cockhead paused at the
entrance to her cunt.  Toni lifted her leg to make more room.  He
inclined forward and the slight resistance caused his cockhead to
flatten with the pressure.  I felt another flash of jealousy, seeing
him so poised and about to penetrate her, and seeing her so eager and
accommodating.  A moment later her lubricated lips opened enough and
Jon eased slowly inside Toni.

Again, my jealousy passed with the feeling of Dara's naked body pressed
close against my side.  Dara and I watched Jon and Toni.  Toni,
three-quarters on her back, her weight resting on Jon, whose ample
penis was continuing to disappear slowly into her.  The angle allowed
complete views of the way Toni's cunt formed itself around his shaft,
the way her clitoris swelled out between her wide-spread lips.  Jon
fucked her slowly, lazily withdrawing until he was nearly out of her,
then slowly immersing himself again.  Toni had her eyes closed.  She
made indistinct sounds of encouragement in time with Jon's movements.
Dara nibbled on my ear and played with my cock in the same lazy motion.
 It wasn't long before I was hard again, and Dara said, "Come on now
and we can join them."

She slid off the sofa onto the floor.  On her hands and knees, she
presented herself to me.  She looked over her shoulder and said, "Do
you like it like this?"

Talk about a rhetorical question.  There she was, her bronzed and
perfect body showed off to perfection, the tight halves of her ass
parting to reveal her pussy still gapped open from fucking Jon and
still rimmed with their pearlescent spendings.  And she was asking me
if I liked it like that?

I quickly sidled up behind her, letting her feel my answer hard in the
groove of her ass.  She smiled and reached underneath, grasping my cock
and pulling down until it slipped effortlessly into her liquid
entrance.  I plunged all the way home without resistance.  "Now we are
all involved," she sighed, and squeezed me with surprisingly powerful
contractions of her PC muscle.  I was still a little sensitive so soon
after my previous orgasm, and the way she squeezed me was like nothing
I had ever felt.

Toni had opened her eyes and our eyes met as I began to fuck Dara.  She
blew me a kiss.

But Dara was not content to merely be two couples enjoying one another
side-by-side.  She leaned forward.  Her face was close to the junction
of Jon and Toni.  She fondled Jon's balls, then Jon held himself still
inside Toni while Dara bent still closer and sucked his balls lightly
into her mouth.  I scooted forward a few inches to close the space she
had opened up between us, and soon I was bottoming out inside her again
while she licked and sucked.

Toni moved her hips, impatient to feel Jon moving again, and when Jon
withdrew, Dara's tongue traveled along the length of his shaft.  He
pumped forward until Dara's tongue was back around his balls.  I began
to move more urgently inside her, feeling another orgasm near, even
though I had come not long before.

Jon began to speed up, as well, and Toni's fleshy tits began to shimmy
every time his hips ground into hers.

Dara drew back a moment to look and said, "Yes, baby.  I love the way
you are fucking her."

"I love the way you are fucking him," said Jon, and they looked at each
other with an intensity I could not understand.

"Let me be even better," murmured Dara, and bent forward again, this
time locking her lips around the nipple of one of Toni's meaty tits.
Toni squealed in surprise.  I could tell by her wide-eyed wonder that
she had never been with another woman.  But her amazement gave quickly
over to abandonment, and she said, "Oh, fuck," in a voice hoarse with
desire.

Dara whispered to her, "You will like this even better," and kissed her
way slowly down Toni's body until she found her clit.

"Oh, man," gasped Toni.  "Oh, shit."

One of Dara's hands was still fondling Jon's balls and the other was
helping to support her weight.  She said to Toni, "This is not a good
angle for just my mouth unless you can spread your lips for me."  Toni
immediately complied, pulling her clitoral hood with two fingers,
revealing the full-blown bulb from its blush pink folds.

"Oh, yes," breathed Dara, and immediately sucked it with great gusto.

It was too much for me, and I came in piercing hot waves inside Dara,
who pressed herself back against me, getting me as deeply inside her as
possible.  She responded to every pulse of my spurting cock with an
answering wave of those powerful PC muscles, which seemed to draw my
orgasm out far longer than any other I had ever had.

Toni was gasping, open-mouthed, both at the mingled sensation of Jon's
dick and Dara's mouth working her inside and out, plus the sight of her
boyfriend filling another woman with his come.

Dara kept milking me long past the point I had anything left to feed
her, and finally I had to withdraw because I was so sensitive after two
quick orgasms that I couldn't handle any more stimulation.

Toni's body tensed, verging on orgasm, but Dara, sensing it, pulled
away, saying, "No, not yet.  I want you to come together."

"I will be ready soon," said Jon.

"Let me help," said Dara.  Jon withdrew from Toni's cunt--which
elicited another whimper of protest from Toni--and found Dara's mouth
waiting.  He fucked her mouth instead of Toni's pussy until he said, "I
am close now," and Dara guided him back to where he could plunge into
Toni again.

It wasn't very long--Toni's cunt around Jon's cock, Dara's mouth around
Toni's clit--before Jon and Toni's bodies tensed up almost
simultaneously, and they cried out together, and held themselves
tightly against each other as Toni came and Jon came, and Dara suckled
Toni's clit and cradled Jon's balls, feeling every last flutter that
passed between them.

Jon and Toni lay together for long minutes after that.  He caressed her
body with his hands and kissed her lightly on the back of her neck.
Dara kissed Toni on the mouth and Toni kissed her back, deeply.  They
were all deeply immersed, their bodies glowing with what had taken
place.  It occurred to me that Toni was the person Jon and Dara were
really interested in.  She was the one whose sexuality had called out
to them, and watching the three of them together, who could argue?
They kissed and caressed her and she basked in the complete attention.
They three were cut from a similar mold, while I had just been along
for a thrilling ride.

It wasn't until Jon's penis had gone completely soft that it finally
slipped free, breaking the bond between them.  A few minutes later,
with more kisses all around, we took our leave of them.  And if there
was any chance I had been wrong about who had been the focus of our
encounter, it was erased when we got back to our room.  I was spent, a
little uncertain about what had happened now that it was over, but Toni
was fired up.  There was no exhaustion in her, and she was all over me
from the moment we hit the bed.  I had never seen her so on fire.  We
fucked again, and even after that she came back for more, and the sun
was turning the dark ocean waters an ever-lightening blue before we
finally fell into an exhausted sleep do deep and long that we nearly
missed our flight out that afternoon.

Toni and I made it a few more months, until graduation, and when we
went our separate ways there were no tears, no grieving goodbyes.  What
we had together had run its course and we both knew it.  She was ready
for other adventures.  I was ready for, well, I didn't know what, but
before long I met the woman who would become my wife, and that still
hasn't come close to running its course.  She knows about my night with
Toni and Jon and Dara.  She doesn't want to stage a repeat, and neither
do I, but I would be lying if I said it didn't enter our fantasies
now and then.