Extreme Bikini Uncensored Novels & Stories

I was staring at her now, watching as she peeled down her shorts, slowly exposing her gorgeous ass. Her naughty bits were concealed by a conservative bikini. Her shirt was already in the pile of clothes at her side, and her big tits were being held snugly by her elastic top. I was lounging at her side in my patio chair, sipping on a margarita by our pool.

And even though she didn't really know Sue well enough to unequivocally credit the Sensuvive, she had certainly spent the afternoon with only minimal resistance to Beth's scheming manipulations, until finally giving in to temptation and slowly impaling herself onto a drunk, bound Ron and his deserving erection. After Beth exited, Pam pulled the curtain free, and for the first time spied the tiny pile of red and white material that was to be her bikini for the day. As she dried off, Pam gulped about ½ of the drink, as if it might squelch the unbridled sexual frustration that her failed self-pleasuring had only served to intensify. She slipped on and adjusted the bottoms, actually surprised th

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

Reiner said. I stared at the various choices of bikinis that Reiner had prepared, and I had to say that he had the extreme of every style from super sporty, super plain, to super revealing. If I wore the super revealing one, I might as well not wear anything at all. There was nothing that sat in the normal range or the right combination of all of those elements. “That would be better…and we can pick and choose together,” I suggested brightly, being careful not to hurt his feelings.

He had a lot more to get out of life. The model Pia rolled lazily over to her side and bared her back to the sun. Her bikini were a deep sea-green with yellow polka dots. The bottom was secured at both sides by some glass beads, probably diamonds. She was the typical sun-browned skin goddess worshipped by millions worldwide. A top-notch lingerie model.

Some family vacation this is turning out to be. Unwilling to let this bring down the mood. I decide to take a walk in the woods. I mean, everyone else is busy doing their own thing. I walk for a while, passing beautiful trees and fauna that I’ve never seen before. I don’t know how long I walk, but it’s probably close to a half-hour when I spot the most beautiful lagoon. It’s beautiful with large boulders and a small waterfall in the middle of it. My heart soars at the sight of the beautiful tranquil water. Running my fingers through my hair, I move closer and dip a toe into the water. The water is perfect, with its warm, soothing flow. I look around, making sure that there is no one around,

“You were so loud this morning when I fucked you over the table and now you’re blushing like a virgin.” I tugged the bikini top down, freeing her tits to the sunlight and cool water. My fingers rolled and pinched her nipples until she was whimpering, arching back against me. “Sir… someone might see,” she gasped, even as she pushed her ass back against my cock. “Let them watch,” I growled, biting the side of her neck. “Let the whole fucking city see how I own this body.” I yanked the bottom of her bikini aside and slid two fingers through her folds. She was soaked — slicker than the pool water, hot and ready despite her shyness. I pushed the fingers inside her, curling them deep while my thum

Instead, I opened it. The first page was already too much—bare skin, silk ropes, commands written in clean, dangerous fonts. It was like falling down a rabbit hole I wasn’t supposed to touch. I turned to the next page and it was a gorgeous shirtless man in just a boxer brief, his partner was wearing just panties and a bra that barely covered her nipples let alone the flesh of her br**st. Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed.

Chapter 2: Tension Builds The next morning, sunlight streamed through the villa’s tall windows, but my mind was still replaying last night’s forbidden orgasm. I felt bold. Reckless. After a quick breakfast where both Marcus and Derek kept stealing heated glances at me, I decided to test the waters. I changed into my tiniest bikini the skimpy black one that barely covered my nipples and left most of my ass exposed. The strings tied loosely at my hips, threatening to come undone with the slightest tug.

The afternoon sun beat down on the private beach as Damien and I lay on a large beach towel under a shaded cabana. My bikini was tiny — a skimpy red string set that barely covered my nipples and left most of my ass exposed. Damien had chosen it for me that morning, his eyes dark with lust when I modeled it for him. After the intense morning fuck in the master bedroom, my pussy still felt tender and full of his dried cum, a constant secret reminder of what we’d done.