Canadian Postcard
by Lynn Lake

When I decided to take a year off after graduating from high school – to travel across Canada – I thought that the logical place to start would be Newfoundland and Labrador. Now, most Canadians (‘foreigners’, as some Islanders still call them) think that Newfoundland is just a big, bare, fish-stinky outcropping in the middle of the ocean, but it’s actually a lot more than that. The island has forests, lakes, and mountains, and moose, caribou, and other wildlife.

The scenery is spectacular, and the people are really friendly (most of the time I could actually understand what they were saying). I didn’t have time to go to Labrador, unfortunately, but I toured all over Newfoundland, visiting places like Gander, Corner Brook, and Stephenville, exploring quaint little fishing villages and outports, kayaking around giant icebergs, and doing some whale- and bird-watching.

I finished off my stay in Canada’s most recent province by climbing Signal Hill, and then poking around St John’s, the capital. I stayed in a youth hostel on the waterfront, in a tiny, two-bed room. Initially, I had the room all to myself, but on my last night on the Rock, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door clicking open, and I saw a girl and guy stumble into the room.

I was lying on my back, watching through half-open eyelids, pretending to be asleep, as they lurched up against the foot of the other bed. I could see them clearly, what with the light coming in through the door they’d neglected to close, and the moonlight through the flimsy curtains. I could smell them even better – Screech, one hundred proof.

‘Time to explore the Emerald Isle, Brenda, me lassie,’ the guy said, grabbing the girl’s humungous tits from behind and squeezing them.

‘Jesus, mate!’ Brenda blurted. ‘I told you I’m bloody English!’ Then she moaned softly as her boyfriend kneaded her big boobs, rolled her nipples. ‘That’s the way, Rodney.’

‘Robert,’ he said, before spinning her around in his arms so that she was facing him. He pushed the thin straps of her party dress off her shoulders and her naked tits gleamed huge and heavy-looking in the dim light, her nipples swollen obscenely.

Brenda threw her arms around Robert’s neck and mashed her lips against his. They kissed and groped each other, right in front of me, Robert running his busy hands all over Brenda’s voluptuous body, squeezing her big, round butt, her hands on his butt. Then Brenda slid her tongue in between Robert’s lips and they started frenching, slapping their tongues together and swapping spit like there was no tomorrow.

They frenched for what seemed for ever, as I peeped at them in stunned amazement. And then Brenda told Robert to stick out his tongue, which he immediately did, and she closed her lips over the top of it and began sucking up and down on its slippery length, like she was sucking a cock. He groaned and kneaded her plush ass, as she sucked and sucked on his extended tongue. 

I suppose I could’ve coughed or yawned or rolled over, or something – to scare them away – but with my pussy getting wetter and wetter, I didn’t want them to stop. Yeah, sure, maybe it was naughty of me to watch, but it’s not like I invited them in or anything. So, I held my breath and slid my hand down into my tiny, pink panties, started rubbing my puffed-up clit, gripped my left tit and played with my very erect nipple.

I tried to be as quiet as possible as I felt myself up, but I really needn’t have bothered – the two of them were so into each other that only a tidal wave could’ve dampened their spirits at that point. Eventually, Robert retracted his tongue and cupped Brenda’s tits, bent his head down and tongued the girl’s nipples.

‘Yes!’ Brenda shrieked.

Robert’s thick, slimy tongue swirled all over and around Brenda’s wickedly engorged nips, first one, then the other, over and over, until he finally swallowed one of her buds in his mouth and sucked on it. Brenda riffled her fingers through his hair, Robert’s arms shaking a little as he held up her massive tits and pulled on her nipples.

My body flushed with an awesome, overpowering sexual heat, the likes of which I’d never experienced the couple of times that I’d watched my parents go at it. I polished my tingling nub, fondled my super-sensitive tits, and almost came right then and there when Brenda let loose a wail of joy as Robert pushed her porn star boobs together and flapped his tongue back and forth across both of her stiff nipples.

I slowed my hand in my panties – just in time – certain that there was a lot more to come, so to speak. And, sure enough, Brenda broke Robert’s embrace and shimmied out of her dress, leaving her as exposed as a dory-bound fisherman in a Nor’easter, except for her high heels. She dropped to her knees and fumbled around with his fly.

‘You wanna get a taste of Canada, eh, baby?’ Robert quipped, helping her out by unbuckling his pants and pulling them down.

‘You know, luv, I really oughtn’t to be operating heavy equipment in my condition,’ Brenda quipped back, tugging the guy’s shorts down and grabbing onto his rigid cock.

Wow! Robert’s cock was incredibly long and thick, and Brenda swirled her hand up and down on it like a pro, before encircling the base with her fingers and flicking her tongue across the hood. Robert gasped, as I gasped, and he clawed at Brenda’s hair, pulling her face closer, urging her to lick all of his cock. She twirled her tongue all over his bloated dick-tip, then eagerly sucked it into her mouth.

I bit my lip and whimpered, my eyes wide open now, not wanting to miss any of the action. I slid two fingers into my sopping cun, started pumping myself, using my other hand to rub my swollen clit. I watched in awe as Brenda sucked and sucked on Robert’s cockhead, slobbered all over his knob, and then popped his hood out of her mouth and started licking his cock like it was a melting popsicle.

She ran her tongue all the way from his balls to his hood, over and over, slurping on his cock with long, slow tongue-strokes. Then she swallowed his hairy balls into her mouth and tugged on his sack for a good, long while. Finally, she disgorged his balls, swallowed up his cockhead again, and then began slowly inching her lips down the shaft of his straining prick. She rapidly inhaled a good three-quarters of the lucky guy’s cock, before getting a nice sucking rhythm going, bobbing her head up and down, driving Robert wild, driving me wild.

He soon bleated something about coming, at which point Brenda pulled his dripping dong out of her mouth and stood up, turned around, and bent over and gripped the iron railing at the foot of her bed. She spread her legs and shoved her butt into the air. ‘Fuck me!’ she hissed.

Robert grabbed her ass with one hand and steered his cock up against her pussy with the other, then slid his prick inside her till he was pressed right up against her bottom. He gripped her waist and started sliding his cock back and forth in her pussy.

I desperately plunged my fingers in and out of my soaking wet cunt, frantically polished my button, my whole body drenched in perspiration. Robert pumped Brenda faster and faster, and I finger-fucked myself faster and faster. He absolutely pounded the brazen Brit’s pussy with his cock, as I pounded my mound, the both of us doing Canada proud. His balls smacked up against her quivering bum with each and every frenzied cock-thrust, and Brenda clung to the railing for dear life, her tits flopping all over the place, the bed slamming into the wall. Then her mouth broke open and she let out a low, sustained moan, and stared straight at me as she was blown away by orgasm.

That’s when I lost it. I bit my lip until it bled, a truly blistering orgasm churning through my quaking bod, followed by another, and another. I plundered my pussy and buffed my clit, my body wracked with ecstasy. I watched through a salty mist as Robert threw back his head and spurted semen deep into Brenda’s pussy, his body jerking with every cum-blast. Then he collapsed on top of her, the three of us totally wasted.

He and Brenda went at it a couple more times that super-hot Newfoundland night, with me scoping out every sensual move. Thank God that the ferry ride to Nova Scotia was six hours long, so I had a chance to catch up on my sleep.