First Summer: Zoe's Naked Sex Party

As I sent my bikini top through the air, Greg came up behind me and spooned me in his lap; his erection pushed firmly against my coccyx. That was all the invitation I needed. As we squatted down to chest level in the waist deep water, I spun in his lap until my legs were across his, put an arm around his shoulder and the other hand around his cock and penetrated his mouth with my tongue.

We unleashed our passions on each other; not yet penetratively, just with tactile groping, stroking and every other form of whole body stimulation you can think of. The across the lap posture was too restrictive; we both felt the need for more bodily interaction than that would allow. So like a mermaid and merman our bodies frolicked around each other; circling in intimate contact, cuddling, embracing, brushing, touching, grabbing and kissing. In the depth of water we were in, too much attention needed to be paid just to keeping our heads out of the water while we did this, so we started to drift towards the shallows. Not directly to the beach; I felt myself being directed by Greg off to the side to where an enormous tree had half its buttress roots immersed in the fresh water.

Our path there wasn't rushed. Still our bodies circled each other as they glided through the clear water, now sparkling in the low morning sun. My hand was wrapped around his rock hard shaft; his invading every space that mattered. Suddenly, with an urgency unusual to Greg, he rolled himself on top of me and sought penetration. With my hand already wrapped around his member I guided him to the spot, spreading my legs to give him easy access. There was a haste to his action as he started to push himself in; a haste quickly explained as, to an accompanying loud groan from him, I felt the warmth of his seed displacing the previous cool of the water.

With two hard thrusts he completed his penetration and enjoyed the remainder of his orgasm as his body completes its task of emptying the rest of his load into me. With a giggle he let out an –

"I'm sorry, I got a bit excited.", still gasping me as he continues to enjoy the joining of our bodies.

"I hope you're good for more than just that"

"I'm sure you can still inspire me to great heights"

"That's good; I'm not finished with you yet"

As he withdraws, I note with satisfaction that he's only gone a little bit softer. Past experience tells me I'll be able to rectify that fairly quickly.

Now more purposely we drift towards that tree

It was there we found a spot, using one of the buttresses as a lounge that was protected against a direct view from the house, where the real climax of our passions could be performed. As Greg sat astride the buttress root with his back against the trunk, I mounted him, sitting on his lap facing towards him, my knees up against the trunk alongside his back.

His erection was back and as I came down onto his lap I pushed it deep inside me. At first we just continued kissing. We'd both now had orgasms this morning. However randy we were, this session was more about prolonged fun than just getting something out of our system.

I rose steadily and deliberately up and down on Greg's lap, squeezing him inside me, stopping occasionally for some more kissing and cuddling and then starting again. Sometimes he buried his face against my breasts and stimulated my nipples with his tongue and fingers at other times he cradled my face between his hands and we shared a deep penetrating kiss while our tongues wrestled with each other.

Unhurriedly our love making continued. Slowly our passions inflamed Greg's fingers slid down into my crutch, making sure my clit was getting enough stimulation. Finally as I lifted myself up yet again I suddenly came, groaning loudly and pushing myself hard down on Greg, pressing my face to his. When I'd finished I squeezed him hard inside me and applied myself vigorously to bringing his climax to a head too, until at last Greg was thrusting his own hips up from their sitting position as he extracted his full share of pleasure from it.

Our lovemaking had been slow and intense and so, maybe for nearly an hour, we'd really only been focused on each other. As we finished I scanned along the beach and across the water for the first time and was a bit shocked to find we were not alone.

Two other couples had come down to the shore and were now engaged in love making; one directly in line with the back door and the other at the far end of the property boundary. I couldn't help but wonder if we'd been observed; although where we were it was quite possible we hadn't been until both Greg and I had had such noisy climaxes. Still as I stared the couples were certainly focused on each other as if we weren't there.

The nearest couple I could see were Jill – the girl who looked a bit like me and who had propositioned Greg as she danced with him – and Guy – one of my dance partners from last night. Their bodies were straddling the boundary between the shore and the water. She was on top, he under her, his bum just on the edge of the low water's edge dip with his feet in the water. She had mounted him in a reverse missionary position.

The wet hair and the water dripping off her body indicated they'd been for some sort of swim first; probably like Greg and me wanting to freshen up.

Her position was not very different from one I often use and I could see her pushing her clit down onto her partner's pubis, her breasts swaying back and forth with her movements. Because she did look so much like me – especially from this distance – it was almost like watching myself make love and it was really quite arousing just sitting there being a spectator to it; almost imagining it was me.

As she came she lay down along the length of his body, noticeable contracting herself around him, then when she was finished she rose up again and resumed thrusting – this time harder and faster than before until he also signalled his orgasm by his rising hips and by pulling her back onto him and kissing her.

The other couple were fully in the shallow water; this time him on top with his legs outside hers. His thrusts looked hard and needy and the moment of his climax could be heard even from where we were. Whether she made it was more ambiguous and eventually they just curled up together in the water before they both rose and went back inside.

Almost as that second couple left the water, Zoe and the two flunkies I'd seen on the bed with her that morning walk into view and into the water. Still cuddled up in Greg's arms in our post sexual bliss, I crane my neck to watch them and the various scenes unfolding around me.

The three of them played in the water for a while; Zoe obviously enjoying the close contact she enforced with the bodies of her companions. Eventually she found herself sandwiched between the two of them – each of them facing towards her. At this point she stood up in the thigh deep water, encouraging her partners to do the same while maintaining the sandwich in which she found herself.

It was about this time that Jill and her mate – still lying where they'd finished their activities – were approached by another couple walking hand in hand down from the house. I recognised him as the guy who been sleeping with Jill's breast in his eye and her hand in his lap, so very likely her hook up from last night. The new couple kneelt down beside them and exchanged words; followed very shortly after by an exchange of partners.

Jill's new partner lay down on the grass next to her and she transferred her body over onto the top of him, while her previous partner rolled a few metres away from us to where his new girl was waiting.

Jill is nothing if not consistent and after some kissing and other preliminaries which included a change of condoms, she's back in her reverse missionary position, body arched over her partner, breasts wobbling as she works her clit against him and his cock inside her; still distracting me because of that feeling I was watching myself making love.

The other couple also go through the motions of foreplay before they also get down to it, he on top in a sort of reverse cowgirl – with his knees up along- side her and his hand under the small of her back pulling her crutch up into his.

Even if I think it incongruous that they can make love oblivious to the other couple right next to them – even occasionally exchanging smiling glances with the other couple - at least both these couples look as they are actually making love, as though there is actually some sort of passion or connection between them rather than just using each other's bodies.

Which is a contrast to what I see as Zoe's activities unfold

For a while she's happy just to slide her body up and down between the two of them, one hand wrapped around each of their erections while they use theirs to stimulate all the obvious places and a few others a well. Then suddenly she holds her hand palm up towards the guy in front of her. He drops something into her hand out of his; that something quickly identifying itself as a condom as I watch her open the packet and slide it on his cock.

Turning 180 degrees to face the second guy, she pushes him away slightly while still holding his cock as she bends forward. Then reaching between her legs she guides the first guy's condom sheathed erection into her from behind. Then she bends down even further and takes the cock of the guy in front of her into her mouth. So before I really can catch up with what she's doing I recognise she's set herself up to be – what's it called – spit roasted.

I wish I could say what I then got to watch was an episode of romantic, erotic love making. To my eyes at last it was anything but. There was nothing gentle or loving about what the guy behind her was doing to her. When talking about Greg's love making I use the word 'pounded' sparingly; and even then it's just to create a sense of passionate physical love making.

This was a different sense of pounded. It was almost violent. Zoe's body just seemed to be a receptacle in which he was venting his physical needs. Some of his thrusts seemed so hard her body seemed to be lifted off the ground by them and she was certainly being pushed around so much that the guy with his cock in her mouth was in danger of having it bitten off. All the while he's grunting like a 600 pound gorilla – loud enough to attract attention from the house and from the two couples engaged in their own love making at the water's edge.

But the one getting head from her also seemed to be just using her for his own pleasure. He had his hand over her head pushing her down hard on to him. At the same time he too was thrusting into her mouth, only the hand she had wrapped around the base of his shaft stopping it from being rammed down her throat and it was almost as if he was trying to break that barrier.

Neither of them seemed to be doing anything towards her pleasure, unless she was somehow enjoying what was happening to her

To me this was everything thing sex was not about. Watching it was arousing, but I found myself appalled at the same time. Zoe had set herself up for this. It was almost as if it was what she wanted. I wondered if she knew in advance what unempathetic love makers these guys were. I would guess from the way they were all on the bed this morning that she'd rooted them last night so she must have, but why then submit herself to this?

Eventually the guy behind her came, using her body to extract every last ounce of pleasure for himself before just withdrawing as if he was finished with her. She obviously had different ideas, breaking contact with the guy in front to talk to the guy who'd just come while she pointed towards the house. Then instead of taking the other guy back into her mouth she took the condom he'd been carrying in his hand, sheathed him and had him penetrate her from the front; holding him around the shoulders while he too pounded her until fairly quickly his orgasm reduced him to a quivering mess.

By this time the first guy was back from the house absent the used condom. Like some sort of sexual relay the second guy was directed towards the house while Zoe put her hand behind the head of the first guy and bent him down as she pushed him into her crutch. So it seems she was to get a turn with this game she was playing.

Her hand held him hard to her crutch, leaving me wondering whether he got to breathe. When the second guy came back she orchestrated him to start sucking and playing with her tits while his legs straddle the squatting body of the guy under her crutch, increasing an arousal which she soon made clear by the noises she's making.

With what almost amounts to a loud scream, she came. Even from a distance, you can see her thighs and hand are crushing the head of the guy under her crutch, holding him there as she sways and maximises the enjoyment of her orgasmic contractions. Then her knees start to bend, actually forcing the head of the lower guy under the water. For a moment I worry he's at risk of drowning; until at last he breaks free and resurfaces.

Not yet satisfied, she reverses them, floating on the surface of the water while they service her again; although at least this time there seemed less risk of a fatality.

I suppose I'm not really in a position to pick and choose characteristics in my judgement of Zoe. I've enjoyed her party in a kinky strange way I would have never thought possible. Being able to pull such a bizarre party off and actually make it work is no small trick and for that I admire her. But her love making considerably lowers my judgement of her. It just seems to me so devoid of anything associated with love or even just with the passion for your partner that I would have thought a good hooking up would entail. Here the guys might just as well been with a blow up doll and Zoe with a dildo for all the mutuality of the love making that I saw. Still, maybe that's how they like it; who am I to judge really? But I know it's not what I'd like and I silently thank my luck in finding someone like Greg.

By now watching all this action has had much the same effect as I would imagine a good porn movie would – probably more so since this is live action. We've just finished our own session and yet I've already got the hots again and Greg as my fellow voyeur has a dirty great boner separating our stomachs as we sit facing each other.

As Zoe and her flunkies leave the water she walks past us; acknowledging us with a wave and a hello. I'm left guessing whether she had noticed us before; whether she knew we were a constant fixated audience to her last session. I doubt she cared, or wonder whether she might have even preferred an audience. As she continues up to the house, I bend my head around the tree to let my gaze follow her and see if anything else is happening out of my view and towards the house.

In the distance I can see Steve must be at it with the girl he shared the sun lounge with. I can't see him, but Alice is lying on her side facing away from us; the movement of her naked bum making it clear she's involved in some fairly passionate love making. I'm sort of glad I don't get to view my brother's part of the action.

But it's what's happening virtually right behind the tree we're resting against that really captures my attention. Kate's riding cowgirl style on the guy she hooked up with last night; her G string lying next to her. They must have only just started because her rise and fall is slow and deliberate. They're angled so that I'm looking from the side but also from behind. With her slow rise and fall I can see his shaft entering and withdrawing from her; she's using nearly the whole length of the shaft with every thrust.

Greg's facing the wrong way and can't see any of this, but notices I've suddenly become fixated on something. Contorting himself so he can peek around the tree he also becomes an observer as Kate's love making hots up. With Zoe's screaming and the gorilla's grunting now over we can hear Kate's soft gentle mooing vocalisation of her pleasure.

Of course what I'm watching is identical to the erotic scene from my dream about the threesome with her; the dream that has haunted me and aroused me since the day I had it. It might not be Greg under her, but I can't actually see that from where we are. All I can see is the shaft plunging in and out of her body as she rises up and down, her impressive breasts bouncing to the movement; an anonymous shaft that could just as easily be Greg's except for the fact I now have my hand wrapped around his as I continue to sit on his lap.

If I was hot and ready for more a few moments ago, the need is irresistible now. I bend Greg's shaft down under me and bring its tip against my clit, my hand still wrapped around his shaft in the gap between our bodies, moving it just enough to pleasurably stimulate me.

Like peeking Toms we're both transfixed in watching Kate. Her tempo increases; the bouncing breasts really starting to get some momentum behind them until the guy's face comes partially into view as he stills the one nearest to us with a hand and brings his face up to start licking her other nipple; and it's just as well he's working on the nipple on the other side or he'd be staring straight at us as we sit there perving at their love making.

It's not long before Kate comes; that cute little oohing sigh she used the night we put her to bed signalling a tensing of her whole body as she pushes herself hard down on him.

That's all we get to see. Combined with the effect of my hand around his shaft and the movement of its tip against my clit, the sight and sound of Kate's climax is too much for Greg. He suddenly turns back towards me and puts his arms around me as he comes. His warm seed being squirted directly against my clit in the cool water and the additional pressure against it as Greg's shaft first surges as it pushes out his load and then pushes hard against it as Greg responds to his orgasm does it for me too. We end up wrapped around each other bodies pushed together to get the most out of our respective climaxes.

Kate and her lover, Jill and her various partners, even Zoe and her flunkies are all forgotten about as we again focus on each other kissing and cuddling. That is until Kate's voice interrupts and I feel a female elbow resting on my knee as the hand it belongs to circles Greg's lower leg.

"I thought I recognised that calf"

Greg and I both turn towards the voice, to find Kate's face close to ours, her breasts hanging provocatively near to us and blocking the view of most of the rest of her body. Her free hand extends outwards to where it meets that of her lover, who's standing almost embarrassed behind her.

"Do you guys remember Wayne?"

'We danced last night". I decide it would be churlish to mention he propositioned me; although I've come to realise that is just the way these parties work.

"It turns out Wayne's an Engineering student at ANU, so we might get to see more of each other back at Uni" I can almost detect in Kate a deeper happiness with that outcome than her normally standoffish approach to most male partners would justify. I actually wonder if Kate isn't just a little bit smitten with this guy.

By now Wayne is spooning her back as we talk, his arms wrapped around her stomach. He's different from Kate's usual cave man style; almost Greg like in his appearance and more affectionate in his approach to her than I lot of the guys I see her interact with. Setting aside the proposition, I had actually found Wayne pleasant enough company as we'd danced and later in the evening as he'd been part of groups of people we'd been talking with. For once she's made a choice my first reaction is to approve of. We talk for about five minutes before Kate breaks off.