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Three’s Company: Lust in a Hot Climate #4

In Part One and Part Two we learned that Dan decided to ditch his studies and the UK. He helps out Mr and Mrs Jock at their bar in Magaluf. And Jock is happy for Dan to also shag his foxy 50 something wife. In the last episode Dan’s sex life takes a different turn when he hooks up with a young Spanish babe who is very happy for him to enter via the back door 🙂Here’s the final part – three’s Company.

Each can be read as standalone stories.


Three’s Company

I could see no reason why I shouldn’t go back to the cafe, give Maria a few more, eh – ‘English lessons’ perhaps. So I did. Our butt fucking continued on a regular basis over the next few weeks, and my life took on a routine. By day I’d help out at Jock’s Place. Late afternoon at the beach, supper at the taverna and finish up fucking the arse off the owner’s daughter. I was more than happy to continue in this manner. Maria was affectionate and bloody beautiful to behold. Although I must say I did spend a lot of time looking at the back of her head as I rode her arse, slapping the cheeks to make sure she knew who was boss.


Out of the blue, my old sixth form collage friend, Toby, came to visit for a week. We’d had a blast during our final year of A-levels dating twins, who both happened to be very hot student nurses. Do you know how randy nurses are? I was dating Catherine and he was seeing Corinne. Apparently their Mother had decided to christen them with the same initials so she would only ever have to deal with one set of ID tags on their school uniform. Seeing as they were identical, from the shade of their flaming red hair right down to the shape of their toes, I think she was wise. Saved a bit of money over the years as the girls shared the same clothes. When we met them, they’d carried on that tradition with their nurse’s uniform.

Toby and I worked out if the four of us went around together — to his house, or mine — our parents seemed happy for us to hot tail up to our bedrooms, with the girls in tow. They assumed there was safety in numbers, and we wouldn’t be taking advantage of the twins. How wrong they were.

Let’s just say the twins liked doing everything together and many a time we would turn the music up high, lay the girls down, side-by-side, and move in for a quick shag before any adults disturbed us. None of us could afford to be shy. And to be honest, I was never really sure if I was poking Catherine or Corinne as they wore the same clothes out socially too.


Toby arrived in Magaluf and got himself a room on the quiet side of town. I arranged to meet him at the taverna with no doubt in my mind the pair of us would have some fun while he was here.

I was a little late arriving as my shift at Jock’s Place had been unusually busy. As I strolled up to the café it was obvious Maria was making sure Toby felt right at home. Personally tending his table. Her tits looking like they were about to tumble out of her blouse each time she bent down to chat to him, or pour another glass of wine. I took in the scene as I weaved between the tables to take a seat.

After happily greeting me, he exclaimed, “She’s something else. You lucky bugger.”

When Maria’s shift was over she joined us at the table and it was clear she liked Toby. Although when we walked back to his room, with a couple of bottles later that evening, it was my hand she held.

We put some music on and after a little wine all loosened up and told Maria a few of our boys tales from the past. I’m not really sure how much she took in but she giggled in all the right places.

Toby mentioned about the time we went to a Soho strip club. Maria understood that story alright, and in moments she was on her feet moving in time to the music. Her long black hair swaying in front of her face as she slowly began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Ripe tits pushing against the red lace of her bra. Then, turning her back, she wriggled her hips as with one pull she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her matching panties looked like a second skin. With purpose, she walked over to me, kneeling between my legs. I leaned forward and lowered her bra straps. She swiftly unbuttoned the fly on my jeans, her nipples grazing my thighs while my cock came out to meet her sweet lips.

I was hard as fuck from watching her strip, so grabbing her hair I steered her head up and down on my dick. With each suck she wriggled her pert arse. Then briefly she turned her head, and looking over at Toby, she mouthed for him to join us.

He’d heard about my experience with her so was not going to make the same mistake I had and try to fuck her cunt. Without needing a second invitation, he positioned himself behind her, yanked down her knickers and applied plenty of moisture to her butt hole before sinking in up to his balls.

Holding her hips, he pounded her like he hadn’t fucked in a year. With each pump he pushed her forward and I impaled her throat with my cock. The action seemed to be happening to the rhythm of the music and I can’t be sure, but it seemed as if Toby and I filled her up within seconds of each other.

Afterwards, we all jumped into Toby’s bed and made sure to thank Maria long into the night. Let’s just say by the time she ran back to the taverna, a little before day break, the three of us were exhausted.

Toby’s time with us sailed along on waves of sexual delight and laughter. In no time he was heading back to England.

The following week I didn’t see so much of Maria. I realised the infatuation was wearing off slightly. But when I popped by for supper one evening her father joined us at the table. He poured some large sambuccas and chatted about my education and work at the bar. It was clear he thought it was a summer job and I would return to the UK when the season finished. I nodded, not wanting to stop the shots coming my way.

I was knocking them back as fast as he refilled my glass, until my head was spinning. What a night, I thought to myself. Maria’s old man likes me. He must have guessed I had been fucking his daughter senseless as often as I could, yet he was being more than hospitable. I smiled, made small talk and was just about to smile again when a word tripped up my grin — what was that he just mentioned? Marriage? It landed with the impact of a cold shower. My nod turned into a shake, the smirk into a scowl, and standing I hastily made my getaway.

The next morning I lay in bed — alone — realising what a close escape I’d had and thinking thank goodness there was absolutely no chance that Maria was pregnant!

I didn’t see her again to talk to. Sometimes I caught sight of her around town. Usually with a chap — a holidaymaker. But, getting married was way off my radar. Not something I would even be thinking about for another ten years. I had no desire to have children. My own parents split up when I was nine, and my older brother and I seemed to be used as pawns in their constant bickering and embittered interactions. No, as far as I was concerned, having a wife and family was out of the question.

I soon returned to enjoying the fruits Judy had on offer. And I really appreciated her skill and experience where sex was concerned. I thought about Maria’s mum. A grumpy woman who mostly wore a frown. She was a similar age to Judy, but her attitude meant she had zero appeal. They do say daughters end up like their mothers. As Mrs Jock appeared in my room wanting some action, foxy in a tight pencil skirt and camisole, I knew I made a good call saying – adios – to Maria.


This story – Three’s Company – first appeared on my Medium Profile, as part of a two episode series.

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Back Door Fun: Lust in a Hot Climate #3

Not being averse to rear entry, I opened the lube from my bedside cabinet…

In Part One and Part Two we learned that Dan decided to ditch his studies and the UK. He helps out Mr and Mrs Jock at their bar in Magaluf. And Jock is happy for Dan to also shag his foxy 50 something wife. In this episode which can be read as a stand alone, Dan’s sex life takes a different turn …


Back Door Fun

It has to be said, flying out to Magaluf was one of the best decisions of my life. The trip changed my goals completely. The boy in me was transformed into a man by spending time with Judy. And going out fishing with her husband, Jock, was similar to a bloke’s night out — too much beer with nothing taking the bait. Not only that, I loved working at Jock’s Place. Things couldn’t have been better.

One day I took a stroll down to the beach. It was my afternoon off from the bar and I fancied a swim. The sea was a delight but it wasn’t long before the sun loungers were all taken. Most seemed to be occupied by people about my age — early 20’s — who covered themselves with lotion, laid down and went to sleep.

I was just about to go for a swim when I noticed an extremely gorgeous babe walking past in only a thong. Her small round titties gleaming with oil in the sunlight. Nipples pert even in the heat. I suspected she had recently applied sun cream and massaged them to attention. My cock stirred as I watched her ambling down to the sea and I began to anticipate the planned evening ahead with Judy in her skimpy lingerie. Even at fifty-something I knew she would give most of these young babes a run for their money.

Once I had dried off I hurried back to Jock’s Place and Judy met me at the door.

“Dan I‘m’ sorry. I was looking forward to a dirty night with you and goodness knows I need a fuck but we’re too busy. A party has just booked half the restaurant area. Another evening, honey.”

Seeing the disappointment on my face she continued. “That doesn’t mean you can’t have some sexy fun. You aren’t tied to my apron strings! Why don’t you go and find some chicks your own age. C’mon you know I don’t mind.” She nestled against me, then discreetly and gently gave my balls a squeeze. “I think these need emptying sooner than I can give them any attention.” She kissed me lightly on the lips and went back into the bar.

I decided to check out the talent at a club on the outskirts of town so headed off in that direction intending to stop for a bite to eat first. Just as the larger buildings dwindled and the smaller local cafes appeared my eye was caught by a pretty taverna. It was family-owned and by far the best feature was their nineteen year old daughter, Maria, who was waiting tables.

She was a peach. Long, straight black hair framed her delicate features. Rosebud mouth ripe and ready. Not to mention, as soon as I sat down it was obvious she liked me. Over the course of dinner I invited her to the club with me. She nodded, although I was not sure she understood what I’d asked. Maria didn’t speak much English. However, after I‘d ’finished that first meal she took my hand and made it clear she was not interested in going to a club — she wanted to come back to my room. And who was I to say no?

We only just made it through the door before I was tasting her generous mouth. Stripping in double quick time she landed on her knees to worship my cock. Her whole face pushed against me as her mouth took in my dick. Without inhibitions she licked and slurped as if she had never witnessed such a fine penis. She was a welcome antidote to the stuck-up students from my college at home in England.

To be honest I was overwhelmed by her attentions and as Mrs Jock had noticed my balls were ready to burst so it wasn’t long until her pretty face was covered in my sperm. Maria didn’t seem to mind. After cleaning up we began kissing again. I was in my prime so my cock was not quiet for long.

I pushed her face-down onto the bed, needing to fuck. Covering my dick with a rubber I lined up for a swift entry when her hand went down between her legs and she stopped me penetrating her cunt. Muttering, in broken English, ‘I a virgin’. Well that statement certainly surprised me but when she moved my knob to her arse hole, making a few appreciative moans, I understood — having heard that in some cultures it was important to still be intact on the wedding night. Not being averse to rear entry I opened the lube from my bedside cabinet and generously rubbed it over the condom and her anus. Then inched myself into the warm, tight orifice.

Maria arched her back and wriggled so my rod was completely engulfed. Her hand went down to her clit and as I rode her home she rubbed at her bud until we both fell onto the bed, sweaty and fulfilled. I stayed on top until my dick slid out. What a girl. I mean Mrs Jock was great but Maria was nearer my own age and so willing too. I wondered if I could fall for a babe like her. Before I managed to ask if she wanted to stay the night, she jumped up, dressed and rushed home jabbering on about her father.

The next day I sat down with a coffee and told Judy all about it. She didn’t mind at all. In fact she suggested I get Maria out of my system and see her as much as I wanted. Reassuring me she would be waiting to provide some proper loving.

To be continued…


Back Door Fun: This story first appeared on my Medium Profile, as part of a two episode series. I am sharing it here in four parts, each published on a Saturday and linked to Wicked Wednesday and Erotic Fiction Deluxe. However, if you are impatient for the final part, you can continue to the next episode here…

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Age is only a Number: Lust in a Hot Climate #2

In part one, Dan takes a lone holiday to Magaluf. He enjoys the atmosphere of a café in town that is owned by an older Scottish couple – Jock’s Place. One night at a special event he gets lucky and enjoys a knee trembling experience with a sexy looking, Mrs Jock, who he thinks must be twice his age.

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Jock’s Place: Lust in a Hot Climate #1

Relaxing on the sun lounger, I watched the babes massaging lotion into their boobs and thighs, and my cock stirred.

Jock’s Place – Part one of four

I’d just turned twenty when I went to Magaluf on the Spanish island of Majorca. Back in those days, they called it Shagaluf. For obvious reasons. It was the last summer before completing my degree. A final chance to let my hair down, then it would be time to start a job. ‘Stockbroker,’ I thought. I was studying Business at Durham University, so that seemed like the right career path.

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Holiday Sex Bedroom Blooper

This true tale happened about four or five summers ago. Memories from those years are bathed in a wonderful dreamy, glow. Still very vivid, yet they now have a far-away feel to them. I am so glad my man and I explored many different places and ideas back then. It was a fine time to be in love and enjoying all that life had to offer.

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Tell it like it is on TMI Tuesday 4th April 2017

TMI Tuesday – Tell It Like It Is.

TMI Tuesday – Elaborate on each in greater than 20 words but no more than 100 words.

Sex is _____ .

Sex is vital to my life. When I was younger I had problems with sex as I found it difficult to face up to what kind of sex I like. From the moment I did I felt more fulfilled and true to myself. Having regular sex helps keep you happy, healthy and strengthens your relationship with your partner. To achieve a good sex life – communication is key…

Love is _____ .

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