What began as a promising scheme to bed Jemma turned quickly into a vacation to Hades.

But as circumstances would have it, an interesting twist of pleasure happened along the way.

Jemma, a lovely college sophomore who worked the weekend bar shift at a local pub, was a green-eyed blonde with a sleek, graceful body and an ass I’d die for to this day. She was the kind of girl I always wanted but was never able to land. So it was to my surprise and delight that, after months of heavy flirting and expensive dinner dates, she agreed to join me on a trip to southern Portugal.

Once en route, however, Jemma and I got more and more uptight as the result of misunderstandings and bickering over small things. After the first few days, we decided to keep conversation to a minimum. Yet her youthful beauty still got me hot. Her body was perfect, and seeing her sunbathe in a skintight bikini every day did nothing to cool my hunger for sex. But sex was, she said, out of the question, so for the rest of the week we decided to make the best of it as platonic travel companions.

Then Jemma decided to ditch the bikini and go au naturel, like some of the locals and French tourists who shared our little cove. Was she trying to torture me to death with her “You can look but can’t touch” attitude? After paying for everything and being toyed with this way, I began to feel like a sucker.

How many times did I dream of running my tongue over the thick ruby lips just below her well-trimmed blonde pussy? How many times did I roll over to hide my hard-on, forced to bury it in the sand? At night I was on the floor, masturbating away, as she slept in the bed.

Here comes the interesting twist. Jemma began to make journeys over a collapsed cliff of large, sheltering rocks that formed the northern crescent of the cove. Over the next few days these trips became more frequent and longer in duration. I thought I’d investigate, but didn’t want to seem conspicuous. So I waited until she fell asleep before I took my own look.

What I discovered was that another cove existed, even smaller and more secluded than ours. But more interesting than the cove itself was what it contained: a highly attractive young couple. They were around Jemma’s age, and, like Jemma, were stark naked. I noticed, during a quick peek, that the girl had pert breasts with large, dark nipples, and a full ass of extreme allure. The guy, sinewy and tall, would have made a mule proud with his piece. I wondered if Jemma had simply spied on them or if she had spent time with them. I hurried back to our spot before she woke up.

I waited until the next day, our last full day before flying home, to spring my surprise. I told Jemma on the way to our cove that I hadn’t slept well and wanted to catch a nice long snooze on the warm sand. Once Jemma thought I was asleep, she slipped off, just as I had figured.

That’s when I followed her, with camera in hand.

When the couple saw Jemma, they rushed to greet her with hugs and kisses. After a few minutes of chit-chat, they all ran into the water, laughing and splashing about. Jemma and the girl held hands until, together, they swam a bit away from shore. Treading water, they embraced and kissed; then, on one of the larger waves, they rolled onto shore with their bodies entangled.

They lay on the wet sand until Jemma, who was on top, brought her lips down to her friend’s neck and chest. Her tongue found its way to the other girl’s breasts, encircling her nipples. Then Jemma lowered her head to between the girl’s legs. The girl’s thighs fell open, and Jemma licked her wildly, fingers moving gently in and out of the girl’s pussy.

From my unnoticed spot, I began to take photos while my dick stiffened toward the heavens. From deep in the water, the young guy watched Jemma eating his girlfriend. Slowly he swam closer, waiting and watching intently. When he emerged from the water, he had a massive hard-on — one that would have made a porn queen apprehensive. He came up on Jemma from behind, kneeled, took her ass in his hands, and slowly inserted his prick deep within her. As he worked himself into Jemma, he watched his girlfriend, who was clutching Jemma’s head, quiver in the sand.

Suddenly Jemma threw her head back and, on hands and knees, arched her body to the pleasure of a cock entering her ass hole. As the man worked his way in ever deeper, the other girl repositioned herself with her mouth to Jemma’s clit. Sucking away, she pushed her fingers in and out of Jemma’s tight box as her boyfriend in his gusto enjoyed my blonde-haired traveling companion’s back door.

My vantage point couldn’t have been better. I zoomed in and clicked away. Everything that was being done to Jemma I had wanted so desperately to do, but couldn’t. This thought greatly intensified the pleasure of watching her get butt-fucked and eaten.

The naked, wet bodies in this rhythmic chain of joy glistened in the sun. The sea came spilling over them as the man fucked Jemma’s ass. Suddenly he pulled out his enormous cock and shot a stream of hot come over her back. Jemma, rocked with spasms of bliss, let out a deep, sobbing moan. Her final juices were lapped up by the girl.

I closed my eyes, held on to the vision, and explosively released myself. Then I hastened back to our spot and feigned sleep before Jemma’s return.

The next day our vacation, and our short-lived relationship, ended. I mentioned nothing to Jemma about the incident until we were flying home. Then I told her about a strange dream I’d had during my nice long slumber on our last day at the beach. You should have seen those green eyes light up!

As for the photographs, well, I enjoy them to this day.