No need to leave just yet.

As Emma began to recover from her final orgasm with Westley, she felt the wind change and the sea breeze start to come in. Her body that was glistening with sweat broke out in goosebumps as the warm air from inland was replaced by cool ocean air. Emma shivered not just from the cold but Westley’s cock slithering from her pussy for the first time in over an hour. Emma gasping as a waterfall of cum gushed forth from her snatch as she was left gaping by Westley’s departing rod.

The skin on Emma’s hands was black from the dirt as too was her knees and feet. Westley was likewise dirty in similar places from fucking her Doggystyle for so long. Emma wanted to wash the sand and mud from her body as well as the semen that was dripping down her thighs and reaching her knees.

“I think I need to wash off,” Emma told Westley as she stood up on shaky baby animal legs from receiving the rogering she’d been craving before arriving at the Coco Bongo.

“Why don’t you put your bikini bottoms back on. It will help to catch as much of my cum as we can and keep all those wonderful sperms inside you,” Westley suggested. He was a veritable fountain of knowledge about the club’s ideology.

Westley followed Emma down the rock scree to the deep blue water in just one half of her swimsuit. Her nipples going achingly hard in the water as soon as she got in. Did her breasts ache more than usual already she thought to herself? Did that mean she was pregnant already? Or was it just because they had swung low and free for so long while she got rammed. God, it felt good to get such a long and draw out dicking!

The thought of pregnancy in her mind Emma asked Westley as they paddled in the water, “How many children have you fathered here?”

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“It could be three. Zero. Or a number in between,” Westley said with a noncommittal shrug.

“Surely you’d know.”

“Not at all. I’m not quite sure you fully grasp what the Coco Bongo has to offer you, Emma. Sure, a handful of women I was with gave birth around nine months after being with me but they were also with any number of other guys. Take the couple we spoke to on the way here, Andrea and Jason. I was intimate with her yesterday. Some different the day before that, and some different again the day before that. Tomorrow you might like to be with Jason or maybe even on the walk back if they’re still there.”

“You wouldn’t be upset if I did that?” Emma said bewildered.

“My sweet, I could line you up a dozen men to be with you one after another if you wanted and I would take my place in the queue as lucky number thirteen. We even have an informal leader board of the quickest amount of time it takes a new joiner to sleep with all members of the opposite sex.”

“Huh! What’s the record?” Emma asked a competitive feeling starting to enter her body.

Westley laughed. “I could tell you but I have a feeling you’d only try and break it. Maybe I don’t want to share you around that much… just yet.”

Emma and Westley played in the water for a good deal longer and it was only as the sun was moving towards the western horizon did they think about heading back. As they were nearing near the point they had run into the couple, Andrea and Jason, Emma started to think about what she might do if he was in fact still there.