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By *ongh OP Man
over a year ago
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Note: This is part two of Up on the Roof, the first part of which was posted last week. It stands as a story on its own but you might want to read part one first.
Much to my disappointment, there was no sign of Manuel or Maria the following day when I went up on the roof. Even after lunch I was the only one making use of the seclusion of the roof to sunbathe in the nude. There was no sign of them in the bar in the evening either and I wondered if they were avoiding me, perhaps embarrassed by or regretting the events of the previous day.
The day after that dawned dull and overcast and, although it was still relatively warm, it was not the sort of weather for nude sunbathing. My two friends had already booked an organised discover the island tour. Having been on that tour during my previous visit, I declined to go again as I had no wish to spend the best part of the morning and afternoon stuck on a coach. I spent the morning exploring the resort, wandering around the narrow streets and examining some of the local tourist produce on offer, and had decided to catch up on some reading after lunch.
I had taken the book into lunch with me and was examining the back cover when I became aware of someone pulling out the dining chair opposite me. I looked up. It was Manuel, a bright smile on his face. Hola Manuel, I said, smiling up at him, how are you? Very good, he said and asked if he could sit down and did so. He then asked how I was and, without waiting for a reply, asked where my friends were. Good, he said quietly after I had explained their absence, perhaps you would like to join me and Maria in our room this afternoon. I did not need to ask why. You will again need to do as we tell you, he continued and then added, intriguingly, you will also need to have complete trust in us. He saw that I was a little puzzled. Don’t worry, he said reassuringly, we will not hurt you or do anything that you do not want us to do. Sounds like fun I said, what time? Come up at 3.00 he said, room 969, and with that he stood up, squeezed my hand and left.
It was just before 2.00 so plenty of time for a rest and shower before the allotted time. I spent much of the hour wondering excitedly what was in store for me. I spent most of the hour with an erection too but resisted the temptation to play with myself. Dead on 3.00 I knocked on room 969. Manuel opened the door. He ushered me in, squeezing my cock, which was immediately erect, as he did so. He was dressed only in tight shorts and I could see that he too already had a hard on. Maria’s voice called out from the bathroom hola Ron and I said hola back. I wondered if they had already been playing before I arrived. It was a twin bed room but the beds had been pushed together. There was what looked like an open toilet bag on one of them but I could not see what was in it. Maria came out of the bathroom. I was surprised that she was already naked as I gazed again at her firm, young looking body, only the laughter lines around her eyes and mouth and some lines across her brow and on her slim neck providing evidence of her true age. Remember, said Manuel, do only as told and you must trust us. I nodded in agreement.
With that, Maria rummaged in the toilet bag and pulled out what looked like a strip of black cloth. She stretched it out between her two hands and I could see that it was a blindfold of the type used by people to help keep out the light when trying to sleep. She stood in front of me at the foot of the bed and passed the blindfold to Manuel who quickly covered my eyes, the blindfold secured by an elasticated band round the back of my head. Is that too tight, Manuel asked. No I said, it’s fine, wondering what else was in store for me. I sensed Maria moving closer to me and then felt her reach round. She pulled me into her, pushing her breasts into me. She ran her hands up my back and caressed the back of my neck before exerting pressure on the back of my head, gently pushing my face towards hers.
You may kiss her, Manuel said but it was more a question of her kissing me. Even blindfolded I was conscious that I had closed my eyes as her lips found mine and we kissed deeply. I raised my hands and stroked and caressed her face gently and then I ran my fingers through her hair. She started to undo my shirt, tweaking my nipples playfully. Engrossed in the passion of the kiss with Maria I had forgotten about Manuel until I became aware of a second pair of hands embracing me from behind. He moved in closer and I could feel his erection pressing against me. He located the fastener on my shorts, undid it and then quickly pulled them down together with my briefs. He then crouched down and lifted first one foot and then the other to remove my clothes. As soon as he had finished, Maria removed my shirt and I was naked too.
Judging by the rustling sound which I could hear, I suspected that Manuel had removed his shorts and pants too and my suspicion was confirmed when he resumed his position behind me and I could again feel his cock pressing into me before his hands started to explore my buttocks. After a while Maria broke off the kiss and said something to Manuel. You can now kiss her breasts he said. I gently kissed her neck and throat, my lips barely grazing the skin as I worked my way down towards her breasts which I had already located with my hands. Her skin tasted damp, almost salty, and I wondered whether that was simply my sense of taste being heightened by my lack of sight. As up on the roof, I squeezed and caressed them with my hands and fingers, marvelling once again at how firm they were. I ran my tongue over her left breast until I located the nipple which I teased with my tongue. I then teased it with my teeth before sucking greedily on it and then moving onto her right breast.
At some unseen signal from Maria, Manuel told me to kiss her pussy. I turned my attention away from her breasts and slowly started to lick and kiss my way down her body, crouching down as I did so before dropping to my knees. I used my hands to caress her lower stomach area, moving down slowly until I located her neatly trimmed hairline and I knew that I was close. I ran my fingers lightly over her pubes and located her, running my fingers around and over her pussy. She was already wet. My mouth was almost close enough to taste her, my nose close enough to smell her. No residue of shower gel this time and I was salivating at the thought of tasting her, moving closer all the time with my eager tongue and mouth, my lips registering the change in texture from smooth skin to trimmed hair. I heard another rustling sound as if something was being taken from a bag. I assumed that Manuel was doing something but had no idea what.
Just as I was about to taste Maria he said stop and stand up, please. I puzzled over this unexpected development but did as asked. I am going to insert ear plugs he said so that you cannot hear. I was surprised but readily agreed. In my sightless state I could not see what difference ear plugs would make. Manuel inserted the earplugs and as soon as he had done so Maria took me by both hands and pulled me forwards gently towards her. She let go and I was left groping at thin air. I then felt gentle pressure from Manuel on my shoulders and understood that I was meant to kneel down and did so. Maria then reached out and took my hands again, stretching them forward and down until they located something soft.
It was the end of the bed and I thought that Maria must be sat on it. I moved my hands inwards until I located her smooth thighs and then worked them forward until I found her pubic area and expectant pussy. Despite the blindfold, in my mind I could picture it clearly and my mouth and tongue were drawn to it like a homing device. She was very wet and the taste was like nothing I had tasted before and I lapped greedily like a cat feasting on a bowl of cream. I wondered again if it was the sensory deprivation caused by both blindfold and now ear plugs which caused this. I could feel her squirming below me and was sure that she was really getting off on the experience, using her hands to put gentle pressure on my head, her only means of telling me to lick and kiss harder, deeper.
After what seemed like an age, I felt pressure under my arms from Manuel and realised that I had to stand. I had no way of knowing what he had been doing but I could feel his erection against me and thought that he must be enjoying the scene. He took hold of my cock which I did not think had ever been harder and then I felt the familiar sensation of a condom being rolled down it. I realised that I was going to fuck Maria in my blind and deafened state. When he was satisfied that it was in place, he pulled me forward slightly. Maria wrapped her legs around me gently. I bent forward and found the bed with my hands and steadied myself, Maria taking hold of my wrists. As I did so, I felt Manuel behind me and before I realised what was happening, he had stuck tape across my mouth gagging me. I tensed again.
Trust us, Manuel had said, and although alarmed at this latest development, I was sure that I could. I relaxed. Maria took hold of my cock and I could sense that she was adjusting her position to enable me to enter her easily. She rubbed my cock up and down her and then I felt her push forward slightly, encouraging me, allowing me to enter her which I did slowly. She clamped around me which I took as a signal to stop. She relaxed her grip and I started to thrust slowly, determined not to cum too quickly. I felt her hands on my face as she pulled me further forward. I could feel her breasts pushing into me but, gagged, I was no longer able to kiss or suck them.
I was oblivious to Manuel until I felt his hands caress my buttocks again. He parted my cheeks and teased my hole with a finger. I then felt something cold and wet being applied. Some sort of lube, I thought, but I was too lost in my own world to really care what he was doing. I then felt a finger enter me easily, the lube clearly doing its job, and he started to finger fuck me slowly in rhythm with my thrusts. After a while he stopped and lifted my right hand off the bed. He opened the fingers and placed something in it. It felt firm and rubbery with a bulbous end, not too large though, with a tapered body. Some sort of dildo I thought and realised that he was planning to use that on me and was giving me advance warning.
I felt more lube being applied to my hole and then pressure as the bulbous head entered me. There was some pain as the head was forced past my sphincters. The gag prevented me from crying out but the pain soon eased and I began to enjoy the experience of being fucked by Manuel operating the dildo in tandem with me fucking his wife. After a few minutes the dildo was withdrawn. Manuel again raised my right hand and placed a larger dildo in it. It felt penis shaped and, from what I could recall, about the same size as Manuel’s cock. I was wondering how painful that was going to be as more lube was applied and then I felt the pressure of the larger dildo pushing against me.
To my surprise, it entered relatively easily. The earlier toy had clearly worked and there was less pain than with the first and I was able to continue fucking Maria with hardly a break in the rhythm as Manuel copied with the dido. I felt Manuel’s hands on my hips and more forceful thrusts pounding behind me. It took a second or so for me to realise that I could feel more than a dildo pounding me. Something else was slapping in tandem against my buttocks. It took another second for me to realise that if both of Manuel’s hands were on my hips, someone else must be operating the dildo. Or that it wasn’t a dildo which was in me but Manuel.
I recalled our session on the roof. At one point I had thought that Manuel was going to fuck me. He had sensed it. Relax, he had said, I am not going to fuck you. Not today … and now here he was, fucking me, I realised and, what’s more, I realised with surprise, I was really enjoying it. Manuel must have sensed that I had guessed it was him that was fucking me and removed my ear plugs. Are you ok, he said, are you enjoying it? I tried to speak but the gag did its job. Manuel realised and swiftly removed the tape. It stung slightly but that did not matter. Fantastic, I said. He laughed, mas rapido he said, faster, and I obeyed. Shorter, faster thrusts as Maria groaned in pleasure and desire. I wondered if she had been groaning throughout and I suddenly wanted to watch her. Without asking, I removed the blindfold and all senses were restored. Maria pulled me to her and kissed me passionately, urgently, digging her nails into my back as I exploded into her, unable to control myself any longer as Manuel emptied into me.
I slumped forward on top of Maria, exhausted, aware that sweat was running down my forehead and neck. Manuel slowly withdrew and, relieved, I heard him remove the condom I had been unable to see or hear him put on. I pulled slowly out of Maria and, standing next to Manuel, removed my condom too. Maria got off the bed, knelt down before us both and, in turn, used her mouth expertly to clean us off.
I’d just finished showering when my friends returned from their trip. How was the discover the island tour, I asked. Ok, they said, too much time on the coach, though, how was yours? Not a bad afternoon, I said, I spent most of it making a few discoveries of my own, I said cryptically.
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