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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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The Police ~ Flash Part 13

Check out all the other episodes here. Each is below 500 words. But in a nut shell here’s what has happened so far…

Previously... Gen left her friend’s pyjama party on a dare to visit the unknown Mr Roberts across the road. However, her mates don’t realise that he was Gen’s headmaster, ten years ago. She disappeared inside the house to meet his gorgeous grandson. After a few G & Ts the three of them begin a strip card game. And advance to all being topless – with Gen and Jacob sitting in their knickers and boxers.

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Sex Bomb ~ Flash Part 12

Check out all the other episodes here. Each is below 500 words. But in a nut shell here’s what has happened so far…

Previously... Gen left her friend’s pyjama party on a dare to visit the unknown Mr Roberts across the road. However, her mates don’t realise that he was Gen’s headmaster, ten years ago. She disappeared inside the house to meet his gorgeous grandson. After a few G & Ts the three of them begin a strip card game. And advance to all being topless – with Gen and Jacob sitting in their knickers and boxers.

Suddenly the bell rang. While Mr Roberts answered the door to Gen’s two friends, Jacob and her make their exit up the stairs and end up getting passionate on the bed. While Jacob’s cock is smaller than the average pecker he is more than happy to please Gen by wearing her panties and putting his tongue to good use! They join the party again and Anne pops out to the 24/7 for more gin. Mr Roberts seems more than happy that he is to have Jane to himself.


Who’s the real Sex Bomb in the room?

Jacob came back from the kitchen with some nuts just as Anne arrived with a litre bottle of Tanquery. Mr Roberts was on his feet in moments sorting out some clean glasses and ice.

“Let’s not keep the ladies waiting Jacob, get another bottle of tonic from the fridge.”

I was amazed to see it was just after two in the morning when I checked the clock on the wall.

“Wow. I didn’t realise it was this late,” I exclaimed.

“Now, now Genevieve, you can’t be going anywhere yet. It would be a shame for your drink to go to waste.” Mr Roberts passed me a very strong double G & T before disappearing over the other side of the room to where a rather ancient record player was housed within a cabinet.

Within moments Tom Jones began to echo around the room explaining it wasn’t unusual to be loved by anyone, while Mr Roberts completed a neat side set shuffle over to where Jane was standing chatting to Ann and in one smooth movement waltzed her across the room and performed a snazzy dip. Jane’s boobs nearly spilled out from the corset she was wearing, and Mrs Robert’s eyes playfully followed their progress. The pair of them were clearly having a lot of fun. Jane loved dancing and for a while had taken ballroom lessons in town.

Jacob pulled me close, snaking his hands into the dressing gown I was wearing, and we smooched around the room. I could tell Ann felt like a gooseberry as she sat on the sofa nursing her drink, so it didn’t surprise me when she caught my eye, waved and made a sign that she was leaving.

By now my head was dizzy from the alcohol and the sheer outrageousness of the evening’s events.

Mr Roberts turned up the record player and sex bomb blared out through the speakers as he continued to twirl Jane around the room. It has to be said he was very light on his feet for an elderly gentleman. Obviously, still a bit of a sex bomb himself!

Jacob’s little pecker was getting harder as he pushed his leg against mine. Immediately reminding me that it was housed snugly within my panties. This delightful image added to my giddiness when all of a sudden Tom’s dulcet tones were interrupted by loud banging.

“Granddad, I think there’s someone at the door.” Jacob called over to Mr Roberts.

“What, at this time of night! Don’t be silly. All the normal people will be fast asleep in bed.” With that he once again dipped his partner, grinning at the pleasing result it achieved visually, and producing giggles from Jane.

Jacob turned down the music as the banging continued. And for a moment we all stopped what we were doing and stared at each other.

Then, a distant voice accompanied the knocking, “Open the door now, this is the Police.”

To be continued…


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