I met Hermon when I started secondary school. It was an intake of seventy-one kids that year, so they were pretty big classes. I was a bit like Hermon in that I was an odd one out. Whilst Hermon was a little on the slow side, no, not thick, just slow. I was the other way and in the right setting would have flourished and gone on to do wonderful things. But instead, the two of us were stuck in a pretty mediocre secondary school. In some ways we were lucky that we weren’t bullied. Another reason for being friends with Hermon was that his family was well off and his stepmother was incredibly gorgeous.
Although we were a bit like chalk and cheese, we remained mates all through school. Even girls didn’t get in the way of our friendship. I enjoyed my time around Hermon’s house as I would enjoy ogling Mrs. B. Mr. B was like an older version of Hermon to look like, although he was pretty smart and well off.
I had spent a couple of summer breaks with his family at their villa in Spain. We did lots of swimming fishing and sightseeing. I especially loved the swimming when Mrs. B wore her micro bathing suits. I had gone fishing on Mr. B’s boat and was sick all the time I was on it. This year was no exception I had been invited to go with them and I was sat on the beach watching Mrs. B in the water with Hermon. I watched as they returned to their towels. Mrs. B’s costume nearly disappearing up her pussy and her tits were barely covered. I struggled to hide my erection.
I forgot to tell you about their private beach. Well, it wasn’t private, but Mr. B owned the only land that gave access to the small cove. I had been there twice before and, on the beach, they had a hut that contained lounger chairs and blankets and a large wind breaker. The only other way to access the beach was from the sea. Hermon was excited as his father was taking him fishing on the boat. I declined after what happened the last time. Mrs. B said I could go with her to their beach for the day.
Mr. B dropped Mrs. B and I off at the gate and drove on towards the boat and harbor with Harmon. The path down to the beach was very steep and I was fortunate enough to look up several times and look up Mrs. B’s short skirt. As soon as we were down, she opened the hut and got out the lounger chairs, blankets and a wind breaker.
I soon stripped off to my trunks and Mrs. B insisted on rubbing suntan lotion into my back and legs. There was nowhere to hide or disguise my hard on. As I rubbed lotion onto the rest of me, Mrs. B stripped off her dress and blouse leaving just her very small costume. Then she was telling me to do the same for her and rub lotion into her back and legs. That just made my erection even harder. As soon as I was finished rubbing as close to her tits and pussy as I dared, she finished the job and then suggested a swim and play with a ball.
I was just pleased to be able to hide my erection in the water. It soon wilted in the cold water. Then we were on our own lounger chairs catching the warming rays from the hot sun. As we lay there, I watched Mrs. B undo her bra strap and let it drop to the sides. No suntan line for her. She saw me looking at the swelling of her tits that she was laying on to hide or so I thought.
Some twenty minutes or so later she rolled over onto her back. Now her tits partially stood up and some spread to her sides. I must have gasped. She apologized to me asking had she offended me by being topless. I told her no, but I wasn’t used to seeing such a gorgeous woman half naked. She laughed saying that when she and Mr. B were on their own, she would bathe completely naked. I said something like that would be a sight that I would love to see. She pointed out that we couldn’t be seen from above, just from the water and there wasn’t a person or boat in sight.
It was as Mrs. B got up that she told me to call her Pat as Mrs. B was far to formal. Then to my surprised she turned her back on me and lowered her bikini bottoms. Then she was quickly back on her lounger and on her back. Besides her tits I could now see a trimmed bush of her pubic area. I had one huge erection that was poking hard into my lounger. Pat asked if I liked it here. I told her yes especially as it was with her. I could see a cheeky grin on her face.
I needed to move as my erection was pressing uncomfortably into the lounger, but I didn’t want to roll over as it would be like a flag. After a short while Pat asked did I want to walk the length of the small beach with her. I declined due to my erection problem. Pat got up and walked away. I was quickly up and behind the wind breaker and wanking for all I was worth. I came very quickly and was relieved that my erection was now on the wane.
I had just settled back on my lounger when I saw Pat already returning. She was a sight for a teenage with raging hormones and I could feel my cock twitching again. I tried hard for it not to grow. On her return I was now sat up and Pat suggested that I might be more comfortable without my trunks. When I said no, Pat joked that I wouldn’t have anything that she hadn’t seen before. I still declined.
A while later we had a spot of lunch from the bag that Pat had brought with us. Afterwards Pat suggested another dip in the sea. We swam for several minutes and then threw a ball between us. It was fantastic watching her tits sway around as she jumped for the ball. Eventually we walked back up the beach. I was just a step or two behind her watching her gorgeous arse wiggle as she walked. What I didn’t realize was that my erection had grown again and the tip off my cock was pointing out of the top of my trunks. Pat suggested more lotion and this time she started by rubbing it into my chest. As she worked her way down her hand was suddenly in contact with the top of my cock.
“My we are excited. Aren’t we?” Pat asked as her hand worked on the tip of my cock as her other hand played with my balls through my trunks. Then she was on her knees removing my trunks. I was hoping she might suck my cock, but she didn’t as she probably didn’t want a mouthful of suntan lotion. She rubbed me all over and then handed me the bottle. I returned the favor including rubbing her tits and her pussy. No costume to hide or protect anything. As soon as I had finished Pat teased by getting on her lounger on her front with her lags apart enough to see her pussy that was glistening from the lotion I had just applied..
My erection was throbbing, and I needed relief. I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but I straddled her thighs and slid my creamed cock into her creamed pussy. Pat squealed and then groaned saying, “It took you long enough,” as I started to fuck her with slow deep thrusts. Me being eighteen years of age, Pat’s pussy was only the fourth one I had ever seen and the third one I had penetrated. Pat wasn’t just a passive partner to this coupling as she was now thrusting back hard telling me not to come yet.
The wank earlier obviously helped as I managed to keep going long enough for Pat to come before I spilt my load on her back as she requested. I rubbed it in like it was more suntan lotion. Then we both lay on our own loungers in complete silence. I even started to wonder had I imagined what happened. Then Pat told me that neither Hermon nor her husband could never know about what we had just done. I agreed with her.
A while later the two of us went for another swim. We walked down to the water naked and swam and played around. At one point I lifted Pat clear of the water and as I lowered her, she held my cock and guided it into her tight pussy. My first fuck in the sea. Later in the afternoon I fucked Pat for a third time. Or should I say Pat screwed me as she rode me as I lay on a lounger. Afterwards we dressed which was just as well as just fifteen minutes later Hermon arrived having just climbed down the cliff.
He was excited telling us that they had caught lots of fish. I really wanted to tell him just how excited I was at fucking his stepmother, but I managed to keep it to myself. Back at the villa both Pat and I acted as if nothing had happened, and sadly for the next two days as we just lazed around their pool. Then Hermon and his dad shot off out somewhere. As soon as the car turned the corner of the road Pat was tearing at my trunks to get to my cock. It was in her mouth and getting hard rapidly as she sucked far better than any girlfriend I had ever had.
Then I was on her and in her, shagging like a pair of sex starved rabbits. I was in the pool when they returned, and Pat was showered and laying on a lounger reading a book. Hermon was telling us that he and his dad had organized an adventure for us. They had been out and hired quad bikes. Neither Hermon or his dad had ever ridden a motorcycle or quad bike. At least I could ride motorcycles, so how much harder could it be.
The next morning, we were down at the hire company where we were taken through a little safety talk and then handed keys. Both Hermon and his dad were struggling, and Pat had no idea at all. The company owner swapped my quad for a much more powerful one as he could see I was comfortable with it, and it was agreed that Pat should ride with me. Hermon and his dad were just about getting to grips with it. We were handed maps and told that a lunch was provided when we got to the destination.
Pat and I had soon lost sight of Hermon and his dad as I tore through the open countryside following the red arrows. The far end of the trip was on a beach and in just over an hour I could see it. I took a slight detour off the main track and parked up. Pat was off the quad bike and undoing my fly to get my cock out. Then she remounted the quad facing the other way and lowered herself onto my stiff cock. Not the most comfortable shag but certainly a novel and exciting one. After tidying ourselves up we still got to the destination ten minutes before Hermon and his dad.
The waiting meal was good and then we were on our way back. Nowhere to shag unfortunately. Besides both of them were getting much better with the bikes. The other news was that Mr. B had hired them for the next five days. The next day Hermon wanted to go practice with the quad bikes. I suggested that Pat and I went to their own beach. Everyone seemed happy when we set off.
Immediately on arrival we shagged in the top field in the long grass. Then again at the bottom after getting the loungers and stuff out. I had pulled the loungers together so I could lean over and suck Pat’s nipples as she tanned herself. Then I went down on her and spent a good fifteen minutes, sucking on her clitoris and licking her hole before another great fuck.
Later after swims and lunch I was bending Pat over a lounger and stuffing my cock deep into her pussy. We hadn’t been going at it long when I just felt something was wrong. On looking around there stood Hermon watching as I fucked his stepmother. I didn’t let on to either Hermon or to Pat that I had seen him stood there. Instead, I continued to plow his stepmother’s pussy. If anything, it caused me to fuck her just that little bit harder. After finishing in her pussy, I stepped away and looked shocked that Hermon was there.
Hermon and his stepmother argued about cheating while I got dressed. Pat slipped some clothes back on as Herman just stood there watching. Then he was telling us his dad had booked a restaurant, hence his reason for being there to let us know we needed to go back to the villa and change. I wasn’t sure if Herman would keep what he saw to himself or if I was on the next flight home. Hermon did keep it to himself and later when Pat and her husband danced Herman had a go at me.
I pointed out that any red-blooded male would love to fuck Pat. I even suggested that Hermon must have thought and wondered about shagging her himself. Hermon was quite indignant that she was his mother. I pointed out that she was no blood relative of his and was one hot piece of arse. Hermon was annoyed but kept quiet. The next day when it was quiet, Hermon asked just how many times had I fucked his stepmother. I told him it was a little over a dozen times but would have been more if I could have. I could see a slight bulge in Hermon’s shorts. Was he warming to the idea of shagging his stepmother.
The next day was pretty boring around the pool, so Hermon and I took the quad bikes out for a spin. When we stopped to admire the view, Hermon asked if Pat was good at sex. I told him that she was much better than the few girls I had been with. Hermon confessed that at eighteen he was still a virgin. I told him we would need to do something about that. That evening Hermon’s dad dropped us into town to go clubbing. It wasn’t long before I was chatting up two girls. Hermon was a little on the slow side and just sat listening. They were two girls from Manchester back home. I whispered to one that I was trying to get Hermon laid and that he was a virgin. The girls were more than up for it. We wondered from the club onto a beach and headed for some dunes.
Hermon looked shocked and panicky as two girls ripped at his shorts to get to his cock. The girls took turns sucking his cock and playing with his balls. The one that was bent over sucking at that time squealed as I pulled her panties down and rammed my hard cock deep in her pussy. She resumed sucking as I fucked her. Then her mate pulled Hermon away from being sucked and led him to a rock that she leant over offering her pussy to him. I had to tell Hermon to get stuck in, and boy did he get stuck in. He was shagging the girl silly for a while before she fell away exhausted. I had come in the one I had been shagging and she now wanted more and called Hermon to her.
No telling him this time, he was on top and pumping the daylights out of her pussy in seconds. Then Hermon was groaning like a bear as he came for his first time in a girl’s pussy. Later in the taxi back to the villa Hermon again asked me what it was like with an older woman. I assured him it was good. When we got back to the villa, by taxi, we could hear his stepmother and father going at it with lots of slapping sounds and groaning, mainly from Pat. I felt a little jealous hearing her enjoying a good shagging, even if it was from her husband.
The next day Hermon’s dad got a phone call and told us he would have to return to the UK and was busy organizing flights. He told us to enjoy ourselves and said he would leave the car for us, and he would use a taxi to get to the airport. Just ten minutes after he had left I did just as he suggested and enjoyed myself with Pat bent over the breakfast bar. We again got caught by Hermon who instead of the frown he had the last time, this time he just grinned.
As we didn’t need to get away to fuck now, we spent the day around the pool where I fucked Pat three more times. In the evening Pat drove us to town and the night club. I found the two girls and told them we had the use of a villa, and they came with us. Herman was pleased to take both girls into his room, whereas I went into the main bedroom with Pat. I have to admit Herman had far more stamina than me as he shagged both girls well into the night and early morning.
I was still laid in bed with my cock between Pat’s legs when her husband rang to say that he was home ok and the problem was now in hand, whatever it was. He said that he wouldn’t be coming back out. I almost cheered knowing I had several more days of his wife’s pussy before returning home. The rest of the holiday was spent with Herman shagging the two girls while I shagged his stepmother. I did wonder if he might try his stepmother, but he never did while I was there.
On our return home I managed to get to fuck Pat a dozen or so more times, but then work and life got in the way. It was almost ten years later at Hermon’s wedding when I again met up with Hermon’s stepmom and dad. Like Hermon, his dad got pretty wasted. As best man I was supposed to see everyone was safe and well. I took Hermon and his new wife to the airport hotel and tucked him up in bed. Veronica his new wife was pretty and also a little bit drunk. There were no complaints as I undressed her and laid her on the twin bed. Twin beds, not a good start for married life. She moaned and groaned as I licked her pussy for some while. Then I took the twenty-four-year old’s virginity. She had been saving it for Herman but surrendered it freely to me after a good licking.
Having made sure they were safely at their hotel I drove hard and fast back to the wedding party that was just about petering out. Pat was also a little bit merry, and her husband was wasted. I bundled them into my car and drove them home. I soon had him in bed and snoring like a pig. It was Pat that made the first move on me, her hands were everywhere as I tried to maneuver her upstairs. About halfway up I had her laid on the stairs with her frock up and her panties down as I plunged hard into her hot pussy.
Once we had both come, I again tried to get Pat upstairs to her bed. She had other ideas and we stumbled into what had been Herman’s room. In seconds she had my cock that had already been in hers and her new daughter in law’s pussy in her mouth telling me that she needed my cock again. I had fucked Pat in quite a lot of positions and places but was surprised when she asked me to put it gently in her arse. I had never in my twenty-eight years had my cock in a woman’s arse, but I wasn’t about to refuse the chance of trying something different.
She had me spit quite a lot on her crinkly arse hole before slowly pushing my cock up her arse. It went in easier than I thought it would, and was surprised just how good it felt. For once Pat stayed still while I fucked her. She groaned her way through two orgasms before I let go and filled her arse with some of my come. I woke at six thirty the next morning, by the clock next to the bed. I quickly checked on her husband who was still grunting and snoring. Returning to Hermon’s room, Pat was also asleep.
I rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs up and went in for a good snack on her pussy. I see her wake with a big grin on her face. Then I had her legs higher and over my shoulders as I slid my cock in up to my balls in her pussy. It was a glorious fuck that I managed to make last for some time before giving Pat another creampie. After she had rested, she went for a shower and joined her husband in bed. I got up and dressed and left them to it.
Now after covid and all sorts of other problems, Hermon has sent me an invitation to his first child’s christening and to be it’s God Parent. Not sure about the God Parent bit but I am looking forward to seeing Pat again.
