0 comments/ 31309 views/ 11 favorites Negril Ch. 01 By: kinbote So Shelley took me to Negril. I hadn't enjoyed my fortieth birthday, and I'd been very down about work - hating the job I soon walked away from -- and she decided that the cure was a week in the Jamaican sun. From the stories I've heard, we missed out by not staying at one of the megaresorts full of the tanned, naked, and young. She'd booked us at a tiny deluxe resort full of well-to-do older people on the opposite side of the bay. But we did still manage to find some adventure. Ours began one night at a reggae bar that had been recommended to us by the guide we hired for the week. From 6 -- 9, it served good local food, and then bands would come on and play until 2 in the morning. Halfway through dinner, the lights went out, then came back on, more dimly. Servers walked through the room, lighting candle lanterns on each table, and then after a while, there was an announcement that the bands were cancelled for the evening because of the power issue -- there wasn't enough electricity to run their amplifiers. The free rum drink we were each given to reimburse the $5 cover made up for some of the disappointment, and we continued to chat, mostly about the peoplewatching we were doing. The place was a mix of black locals on an evening out, tourists like us, and a set of hard-to-define black and white couples -- too comfortable to be tourists and yet somehow not locals. They my eye was caught by two women who walked in. One was in her twenties, and one older, maybe late forties or fifty. There was something about the younger one... "Hey," I whispered to Shelly. "Check the two women in white and green shirts at your seven o clock. What do you notice?" She casually turned and looked. She whispered back "Wow, the young one is pretty but somehow...skanky." It was hard to explain; the younger woman was dressed like pretty much every tourist here, but she gave off a quality...not just one of sexuality, but somehow a dark, almost offputting sexuality. I watched them come in and get seated partway across the room, and the turned back to Shelly and continued our chat. A moment later, a voice spoke from just over my shoulder. "Excuse me," I turned and saw the older woman. At a glance I moved her up the economic ladder; her jewelry and clothes were not quite ostentatious, but were very well made, and overall, she looked like she'd stepped out of a beach party at the exclusive Hamptons. I winced internally at what I expected her to say. Anticipating a stern tongue lashing for staring at her young companion -- daughter? friend? -- as they walked in, I smiled harmlessly and warmly. "Good evening," I replied. "You're from California, aren't you?" she asked. I was puzzled for a moment, and then looked down at my Killer Dana Surf Shop t-shirt. "Yes we are; from South Orange County." "We live in San Diego during the winter," she replied. "And summer in New York?" I guessed. "Exactly!" She gestured in the direction of their table. "My daughter grew up in both places and now lives in San Francisco. We're just enjoying some time here. I came over to ask if you and your lovely wife would like to join us for dinner." I apologized. "So sorry! We've just finished and were going to go back to our hotel." "Well, come have a drink," she persisted. I looked at Shelley and shrugged with my face. She looked at her watch and then said "Sure, we'll stay for a drink. Let us pay up here and we'll join you at your table in a moment." We introduced ourselves; she was Diana and her daughter was Daphne. Diana waved at Daphne and walked back over to their table. I leaned in to Shelly and whispered "Why us? Of all the people in this place, why the fuck would she pick us out?" "No clue," she whispered as she shook her head. "She's hot for you," I joked. "I can tell these things." She laughed and kicked me under the table. In truth, most people were hot for Shelly. She'd had a brief career as a model when we'd met, and had the model's high cheekbones, perfect fine features, and slender body with just enough curve to be delicious. We paid our very reasonable bill, and walked over to their table. Daphne stared at Shelly as we walked up and I wondered just how much of my joke was actually true. We sat with them, chatted briefly and shared a quick drink. The conversation skittered inconclusively across topics like a rock skipping over the shore, and as their food came, we rose to take leave. "You don't have to leave," Diana said. "No, we're heading to the hotel for a swim and then bed," Shelly said. Diana started to say something. Ever diplomatic, I made a suggestion. "There's a beach restaurant about two miles up this road. It's called 'Grill Fish' or something like that -- just a Quanset hut on the beach with picnic tables in front of it. We'll be there tomorrow at sunset. If you can make it, that'd be wonderful." Diana exclaimed happily, "That's just down the road from where we're staying!" "Perfect!" Shelly replied. We shook hands and walked out of the restaurant to our scooters. It was late spring, and the tropical summer heat and humidity was beginning. As soon as we were back in our room, we stripped off and headed for the shower. I walked staring at Shelly's perfect, pear-shaped ass as I walked along behind her. She was my height -- maybe 5'-10", weighed 115 pounds, and had long, slender muscular legs leading up to that awesome ass, a flat belly and small breasts with dark nipples that grew to be well over an inch long when she was aroused. Right now they were flat; I decided to make it my job to make them stand out. I caught her just as she stepped into the dark bathroom, and put my arms around her from behind. She leaned back into me and twisted her head back for a kiss. I could just get to the corner of her mouth, and we slipped our tongues over each other's and kissed as deeply as we could. I ran my hands down to the thighs, then up them, just along the sides of her bush, and then up her belly to her breasts. I cupped them, feeling her nipples hardening against my palms. I licked the side of her neck and began to softly lick the salty edge of her ear. She nestled back against me and groaned, slowly rocking her ass against my hardening cock. In a moment I wasn't hardening but hard, my cock between her legs, and I could feel her firm inner lips opening and her slippery warmth against the top of my shaft. We stepped forward into the dark bathroom, until we reached the sink and the vanity below the mirror. We could just make out our shapes in the mirror in the light from the door behind us. She stood on tiptoe and leaned forward, hands on the counter, bracing herself. I bent my knees, and reached down to slip the head of my diamond-hard cock along her slippery lips and then in a quick motion, stood up and parted her lips and slid into her to the hilt. We both groaned, and I began to sloooowly slide out and then quickly back into her; a rhythm that I knew she enjoyed. It was hard work; I couldn't quite straighten my legs, she kept herself on tiptoes braced with her arms, we were both straining as we moaned, and in a moment I felt sweat running down my back. I leaned down and licked hers and tasted the droplets of salty sweat there and then ran my tongue up to her neck and hairline. As I bottomed out in her I nipped her neck bringing an exclamation of pleasure. I held myself there, completely enveloped in her warmth, the firm nub of her cervix just tickling the end of my cock, and moved my hand from my shoulders to her nipples. They were extended, swollen hard, the right one was dripping sweat, and as I gently ran my fingers over them, she squirmed with pleasure. I felt a trickling along the front of my balls as a mixture of her viscous juices and our sweat ran down and dripped slowly off me. I released her by sliding backward and she followed me with her ass, unwilling to have me pull out, and suddenly I felt the thickening in my cock that always precedes coming -- slowly moving along the shaft from the base until it reaches the tip, and then the blinding pleasure of the spasms as I shot spurt after spurt of sticky come deep into my wife. The physical tension of holding myself up, pressing into her and coming meant I forgot to breathe for a moment, and when I did I was gasping for air. I caught my breath, and we stepped apart, my half-hard cock making a wet sound as it popped out of her vagina. She stood up turned to me, and we rubbed our sweat-slicked bodies against each other and kissed for a moment or two. "Now, let's shower," she declared as she stepped away from me into the tiled shower. I turned on the light as she stepped into the shower, and winced as I realized that the bathroom window was wide open; it looked out over a small yard separating the bungalows and I wondered what our neighbors had heard. We were in the youngest 10% of guests at the small hotel and I was sure the elderly couples were either entertained or appalled when they saw Shelley topless on the beach with me leaning over her and kissing her. Now we'd added to our bad reputations. She set the shower to a perfect cool temperature and we stepped into the tile cubicle and rinsed off. I quickly shampooed and soaped up, rinsed off, and stepped out of the water to let her rinse. She ran her hands through her hair to get the shampoo out -- a posture that always made me look as her breasts stood out from her slender frame, and she consciously elongated herself to highlight her curves. She looked at me and laughed, and then had me pass her the bath oil. She poured a handful, handed me back the bottle, and as I capped it rubbed it over her breasts and belly. Her right hand fingered one nipple and then the other and her left hand slowly slid down the oily surface below her belly button into her thick pubic hair and between her legs. "You didn't come," I said. "Yet" she said as she looked at me and grinned. "So who were you thinking about while you were fucking me in the dark?" she asked, fingers busy between her legs. "The mother or the daughter?" she continued. "Eh?" It took a second. I was probably stupid because all my blood was still in my groin. "So was it the tight young pussy, or the experienced one?" By now her clit was engorged and peeped out between her fingers, framed by her dark curly pubes, red and an inch long. I could tell from her expression how aroused she was. She was chewing on her lip and squirming slightly as she stood in the warm spray of the shower. "Why not both?" I replied with a laugh. "But seriously, that's a little creepy." "I think it's fucking hot," she replied, her breath starting to become deeper and louder. "Hot. Fuck, yeah. Oh, fuck fuck fuck..." I saw the muscles in her abdomen start to tense and stepped toward her and suddenly she was running her finger hard over her clit with her knees starting to buckle as she started coming. I caught her and held her up as she finished her orgasm and shook for an instant until she relaxed in my arms. She leaned in to me -- we're almost the same height -- and we kissed deeply. She stepped back into the shower and rinsed her hands and body. I pointed to my revived cock, now pointing jauntily in the air. "And what am I supposed to do with this?" I asked hopefully. She flicked the underside of the head -- just a little painfully -- and said "Save it for tomorrow, stud. One way or another you'll need it," and stepped past me out of the shower. I turned the water to cool and stood in the shower for a moment, hoping the hardon would just go down. It didn't and so I stepped out and Shelley laughed as I looked down at it forlornly. She brushed her teeth and handed me the toothbrush. I brushed mine and headed for bed. Slipping under the sheet, she cuddled up against my side and whispered "Maybe we'll get lucky tomorrow." Moments after my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. I woke up as the morning light began to stream through the shutters. What woke me was Shelly, shaking in the throes of a massive orgasm next to me. I looked over and she was face down, and had buried her face in the pillow and was grunting, her ass shaking under the sheet. I rolled over and put my arm around her, feeling her arm muscles still working as she rubbed herself and smelling the strong scent of pussy. She relaxed in my arms and turned to me and sighed "I had the most amazing dream..." and fell back asleep. I lay there and just relaxed for a while, until the light through the shutters became too bright to ignore. I woke Shelley and we went and took another shower, dressed, and headed to breakfast. She was going to go into town with our guide and another guest from the hotel, and I was going diving out at the end of the bay. We agreed to meet back at the hotel at 3. My dive was, as all dives in the Caribbean are, spectacular. I flew along azure cliffs through brilliant animated clouds of fish, above flat brilliant white plains of sand. I went through two tanks, and finally had to come out of the water. I sat in the bow of the dory and savored my run-and-coke. The day, I felt, had been seized, throttled, and put to rest. We beached at the hotel, and I thanked and tipped the divemaster and skipper, and headed for the room. I rinsed off under the open air shower by the pool, and dove in, just drifting and catching some sun until 3. Then I went to the room, showered, undressed, set the alarm for 6, and dropped onto the neatly made bed and fell asleep. When the alarm buzzed, the sun was low in the sky, and Shelly was snoring softly next to me, fully dressed. I shook her awake, "C'mon sleepy. Time to go get dinner." I dressed up, wearing a polo shirt with my shorts and sandals instead of a t-shirt; Shelly wore a lightweight long cotton dress that clung to her figure; we hopped on our scooters and headed out into the setting sun. A few miles down the road, we turned into a small neighborhood of small homes and rode along the road to the beach. Just at the end was the quanset hut we'd expected to see, and a wafting smell of burning wood. We walked up and the server -- a young black man with big shoulders and an ironic expression greeted us. He turned and two young men pulled out a picnic table and quickly set it for two. "We might be four," I added. "We're not sure if our friends will make it." "No worries," the host replied. We ordered Red Stripes, and sat, waiting and watching the beach and the setting sun over the bluff at the edge of the bay. To be Continued... Negril Ch. 02 Read Part 1 for the background. We were about halfway through our Red Stripes when we were hailed from the street. Diana and Daphne walked toward us, both waving hellos. In the dusky light I looked at them. Daphne was mid-20's with a heart-shaped face under short, dyed black hair, a fine nose, and prominent eyebrows. She had fine smile lines bracketing her bright-red lips, and darkly made-up eyes. She was wearing a tank top over a sport bra and black capris; she had a memorable figure with conical breasts, a narrow waist and a perfectly rounded ass with just a slight belly to balance it out. Diana had the same fine nose and prominent eyebrows, but a rounder face and deeper smile lines, as well as fine lines on her upper lip and around her eyes. Her hair was auburn and in soft waves down past her shoulders, and her makeup was much subtler. Where Daphne was a bit of an hourglass, Diana was a slender, toned woman with a small ass very slim arms and legs, shown off to good advantage by her navy shorts, and bra-supported breasts under her blouse that looked like they would drop a bit when her bra came off. She had a surprisingly broad mouth, and when she smiled the brilliant white teeth made it the focus of her face. We stood and I shook hands with them both; Shelley gave expert air kisses to both of them and we all sat down, Daphne on the bench to my right and Diane across from her to Shelley's left. They immediately ordered rum and cokes, and we started to chat. "We" was not exactly the right term, because Diana stepped on Daphne's comments the moment she started to make them. It happened three or four times and then, the next time, I laughed and put up my hand in Diana's direction and "Wait -- Daphne what do you have to say about this?" and Daphne rolled her eyes at her mom, who smiled a tight-lipped smile in my direction and turned to Shelley. Just at that moment, the server arrived and asked for our order -- four grilled fish, plantains, greens. More Red Stripe for us, more rum-and-cokes for them. Daphne and I talked for a moment more, as Shelley leaned in to Diana to make a point and from the corner of my eye, I saw Diana casually put her hand on Shelley's knee to make her response more emphatic. I noticed that when she was done speaking, her hand didn't move. Daphne was talking about her travels after dropping out of Hampshire College, and I asked "So what do you do now?" "I hang out, travel, just stuff," she replied. "OK, but how do you pay your rent?" I asked. "Oh," she replied. "That. I run the family foundation, and they pay for everything." She looked at me like everyone in the world had a family foundation that, incidentally, paid for their living costs. "Ah. We do come from different worlds..." I started to say with a laugh. "And yet here we all are on this island," Diana interjected. "That's true!" I said, and we all toasted out good fortune. I'm nosy has heck so I asked what business had funded their family foundation. "Real Estate," Diana replied. "My grandfather bought a bunch of buildings in Brooklyn and Queens before the War, and then my father built a few in Manhattan before he died." And then our dinners arrived and we made small talk between forkfuls of delicious fish. Diana had divorced Daphne's father before she'd been born; something about drinking and rage and jail had moved him outside the boundaries where she was comfortable. I talked about my divorce, and Diana commented on well it had turned out for me, turning and smiling at Shelley as she said it. I laughed and agreed as Shelley stage whispered, "You better know it." The servers cleared the plates, and the host, smiling at a joke he hadn't shared with us yet, stepped in and asked if we'd like dessert. "Of course!" we all said simultaneously. "We have a banana pudding, and chocolate cake, as well as ganja and mushroom cake." Shelley had the same puzzled look I felt like I had. "Ganja cake? Mushroom cake?" she asked. "Why yes. Very fine ganja and the mushrooms...are very potent." We looked at each other. Diana didn't waste a beat. "Two ganja cakes for the table," she ordered. "Can I get a mushroom cake to go?" I asked. "No," he replied solemnly. "You must eat them on the premises." Well, OK then, I thought. Jamaica does know how to generate repeat business from its tourists. In a moment, he brought back two slices of what looked like chocolate bundt cake, along with four forks. He delicately handed the three women theirs, and then handed me mine with a grin. I grinned back and nodded. We dug in, and the cake was delicious. Moist, chocolatey, sweet, with just a bit of grittiness that ninted that we hadn't paid an extra $5/slice for nothing. We finished the cake, scraped the plates, and then finished what was left of our drinks. Daphne looked around, and said "Hey, you guys should come by our place for a drink and a swim. It's on the way back to your hotel." I was a little stunned to hear from her rather than her mother. I looked at her, slightly puzzled that she'd spoken up. I'd seen her as a passive victim of her mother somehow, and she'd surprised me by acting, rather than being acted on. Shelley and I looked at each other quizzically. In the momentary silence, Daphne spoke up again. "Seriously, the place is awesome. Just come on down." We split the check, tipped well, and walked up to the street. Their rental Mercury was parked behind our scooters. "What fun!" Diana said. She turned to her daughter. "Daphne, would you drive back? I want to be on one of these!" "I'll take you," I added quickly, worried that Shelley, who wasn't terribly comfy on the scooters would offer. I hopped on my scooter, pushed it off the stand, and gestured to Diana. She hopped on the back and pressed her thighs around my hips, squeezing once to make sure I noticed. We followed the car back to the main road, and then left toward our hotel. After a mile or so, there was a small unmarked road on our left and the car turned down it. Daphne stopped at a guard kiosk by a large gate and spoke with the guard as we waited behind her. The gate opened, and we followed the car into a small community of maybe a dozen buildings. I couldn't tell in the dark if they were either really large houses or complexes of two or four smaller apartments. We drove along until we came to two buildings at a deserted beach, and parked behind one of them. It turned out to be a duplex; two expansive two-story apartments side by side. We went onto the right-hand one, through a gate in a tall wall and into a lush courtyard with a brightly-lit, deep shimmering blue pool. We walked past the pool and into the living room where three sofas defined a conversation area, and beyond it an open kitchen and dining table set for ten. An iron stairway curled up to the second floor, and Daphne walked to the stairway and up it as Diana sat on the sofa with Shelly and me. She reached into a cabinet under the coffee table and pulled out a dark bottle of rum, some glasses which she placed on the table, and then a small box. She poured four glasses of neat rum, and then opened the box and began to roll a joint. "Are you feeling anything from the cake yet?" she asked, finishing the joint. "No," I answered. "It usually takes me a while. Shelley always gets hit first." "That's because she has no body fat," Diana said confidently. She finished the joint and then pulled a lighter out of the box. "You don't want to wait until we see what the cake does?" Shelley asked. "No!" she replied. "Try everything once. Even if you don't think it's a good idea, or you don't think you'll like it. Then if you don't like it, try it once more. But if you like it..." she started giggling and lit the joint, taking a heavy drag. She handed it to Shelley who took a heavy drag, coughed once, and then another. As she handed it to me, Daphne came back down the stairs, dressed in a light beach dress. Shelley took the joint from me before I'd even taken a drag and got up and walked to Daphne and handed it to her. She took a well-practiced drag and walked over to a cabinet where she turned on music; a soft samba that she began slowly dancing to as she took another hit. She handed the joint to Shelley who took another hit and danced alongside her for a bit, and then came back to the sofa and handed the joint to me. "Wow," she said. "I'm starting to feel it, and it's big." Diana laughed, and I choked as a laugh collided with the cloud of potsmoke in my throat. Diana handed me a glass of rum which I traded for the joint and sipped. Daphne was still dancing across the room, slowly moving to the beat of the music, and for an instant all of our attention froze the air as we watched her. She was beautiful -- not only physically, but at just that moment her graceful movements captured our intoxicated attention and wouldn't let it go. I finally broke my attention and looked at Shelley who was sitting as limp as a cat on the sofa, her arms and legs splayed in relaxation, mouth slightly open, looking at Daphne. Her two inch long nipples had hardened, and through the thin material of the dress she was wearing were impossible not to see. I looked over at Diana, who was staring at them until she looked at me, smiled, and came over and moved between Shelly and me on the sofa. She leaned over to me, took the glass of rum, and put the joint to my lips. I took a deep hit, and then she leaned in to me and put her lips on mine and I exhaled the smoke into her mouth. She breathed deeply and then turned to Shelley, kissed her, and blew the smoke into her mouth. "Try anything once, right?" she said. Shelley said "Absolutely," and, laughing, took the joint away from her. She took a hit, leaned into Diana and pulled her into her arms and kissed the hit into Diana's lips. When she was done, they kept kissing for a moment, and Diana reached up and put her arms around Shelley's waist. Shelley broke away and got up with the joint. She look at me, cocked an eyebrow, and said "Anything once. Right?" I lifted my glass and my grin turned into giggles as I said "Damn right." Shelley walked over to Daphne, took a hit and leaned in to share it with her. Daphne kissed her back as she inhaled, and then reached up and ran her fingertips over Shelley's prominent nipple as Shelley shuddered in pleasure. Diana leaned over on the sofa and put her arm around my shoulder and pulled us together. I moved my arm and held her by her narrow waist. We watched the women kiss for a long moment -- who knows, the sense of time is demolished by the drug -- and then turned to each other and started an open-mouthed passionate kiss. My free hand went to her cheek and ran down to her neck and shoulder, and then down to the soft curve of her breast. She was wearing a very thin bra, and under it I could feel the hard nub of her nipple. I ran my forefinger around it circling, circling, circling and she moaned slightly into my mouth. We broke the kiss and looked at each other. Her eyes were hazel, flecked with gold and they were looking at me as I imagine a tiger looks at a steak. I laughed at the thought, which made her laugh, and I felt the vibrations of her breasts and toned body against mine. We turned and looked at Shelley and Daphne locked in an embrace which they broke, gasping a bit for air. Diana stood and said "Let's go for a swim." Daphne immediately pulled the shoulders of her dress down and stepped out of her dress. Her breasts were -- perfect. Large, maybe a C-cup, sagging just enough to have a crease at the bottom, pale brown aureoles crinkled into hardness surrounding pointed nipples aimed at the air. They were perfectly tan -- no pale outline of a swimsuit to be seen. She was left wearing small black bikini bottom underwear, and the hooked those with her thumbs and left them on top of her piled dress. Her pussy was shaved clean, and from where I sat, only the dark smudge of a crease between her legs showed against her tanned skin. Shelley immediately followed suit, pulling her dress up over her head and dropping it on the floor. She had a lean model's body, with small breasts topped with immense hard nipples. Her breasts were slightly sunburned, since she usually sunbathed in a swimsuit at home but had been topless most of the time we'd been here. She pulled down the dark purple thong she was wearing, displaying her bikini tan and dark pubic bush, trimmed into a triangle ending just below where we could see, in the gap between her thighs. Inside the gap, I could see -- even from across the room -- the red inner lips, extended and engorged. We all sat and stood still, and then Diana broke the silence. "Your turn." I stood up and froze for a moment. My boundaries were about to be not stretched but absolutely violated. I felt like I had an hour-long debate inside my head. "Resolved: We should not participate in the sexual exploitation of children within families." Vs. "Resolved: This may be the hottest fucking thing you'll ever have a chance to do in your entire life." In real time, it took a moment, and as often, lust won. I pulled my polo shirt off and then stood and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down and off, along with my boxers. My cock was freed and stood up, by this point it was hard enough to hammer nails. Diana stood and ran her hands over me, ending with one hand wrapped around my cock and another weighing my balls. I suddenly felt I was being judged, kind of the way you'd judge a good show horse by looking at its fetlocks. Then she laughed and leaned in, kissed me again, and started unbuttoning her blouse. Ever the gentleman, I leaned in to help her and in a moment, it was gone, leaving her in her sheer bra, her dark nipples showing through its translucent material, and poking out to distort its smooth curve. I undid the clasp in the front and she pulled it off and dropped it, slowly, on the sofa, arching her back to make her breasts more prominent as she did. Her breasts were smaller than her daughter's, but bigger than Shelley's and they did hang down when they were freed. But they were still full and smooth and tan, and her pinkish nipples stood out. I leaned in and took one in my mouth, running my tongue over it and then biting it just slightly, which made her draw a sharp breath. I ran my hands down her belly -- soft, unlike Shelley's but almost equally flat -- and unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped the fly. She reached in and pushed then down, along with her pale underwear. Her pubes were also reddish brown, and trimmed into a gently rounded oval above the crease out of which peeked the pink hood over her clit. She took my hand and pulled me out to the pool, as Shelley and Daphne walked out arm in arm. We stood around the pool, the shimmering light from below illuminating our bodies like very improper statuary, and we all jumped in. I thought the cool water would shock me into a bit of sobriety, but the opposite happened. As I hit the water, I felt this immense rush, and felt my 'self' stretch out to fill the pool, and feel somehow the three other people in the pool with me. I surfaced, took a breath, and swam over to Shelley. Her face was wound tight with desire, and as I approached her, she grabbed me by the shoulders and stood up with me and we kissed with such intensity I thought one of us would lose a tooth. We were in the shallow end of the pool, and the water was just below our waists; she ground herself into me ad we kissed and reached down and grabbed my cock and held it tight. As we kissed, Daphne and Diana came up to us, and stood with Diana behind Shelley and Daphne behind me. I felt her marvellous breasts on my back and her warmth as she pressed herself to me. She reached down between my legs and ran her finger around my asshole and then along the hard ridge at the base of my cock to my balls, which she cupped gently. I felt Shelley stiffen against me and assumed that Diana was playing with her. We kissed for a moment more, and then let each other go and turned to pull Diana and Daphne into us. We formed an inward-facing square for a moment, our shoulders touching, Shelley and I maybe six inches taller, and then I reached in and started running my fingers over Daphne's bald slit. She was soaking; the contract between the warm slipperiness of her juices and the cool pool water obvious to the touch. I looked down into the glow from the pool lights and saw Diana's hand in Shelley's crotch, and Shelley's in hers. I leaned to the left and kissed Shelley, her mouth grinding into mine. I leaned to the right and kissed Daphne, her lips muscular and mobile against mine, her tongue sharp and firm and she pressed it into my mouth and circled my tongue. Diana knelt and took my cock into her mouth; it was just at the surface of the water, so the base was submerged but the shaft and head stood out above the water. When she slid down and took the whole thing into her throat, her face was just under water. She had to pull back to breathe. She was very very good at this; her soft lips and busy tongue had me rolling my head back and looking up at the stars. She stood up and kissed Shelley, and Daphne knelt. Her technique was different, but no less pleasurable. She held the tip and top part of the shaft in her mouth, and licked the bottom of the head with a soft flat tongue. I stargazed some more, my attention pulled back to earth, by Shelley's sudden moans. I looked and saw Diana holding her, but reaching between her legs and moving her hand fast enough that the water around her wrist was splashing. She was finger-fucking her while pressing down on her clit with her thumb and Shelly was fully engaged in her passion just at that moment. I stopped Daphne and picked her up by the waist. I walked to the edge of the pool, and lifted her so that she was seated on the edge. Then I leaned in and gently began licking along her slit, her inner lips just peeking out as they swelled with arousal. She was tart, and the chlorine in the pool made her taste even stronger, but it was an intoxicating sexual bitterness, and I slipped my tongue deep into her, flicking her clit with the tip as I pulled it out. As I did, she gasped and held my head. Then she pushed me away and said "Wait." She got up and pulled a long cushion off of a chaise lounge and paid it at the water's edge, and sat herself down with her legs in the water again. Behind me, I heard Shelley start her orgasm, and turned to watch her. "Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, oh God! Fuuuuck fuck ohhh." She put her arms around Diana and caught her breath, laughing. Her laughter was contagious, and in a moment we were all laughing uncontrollably as Shelley shouted "I'm the winner! Yes! I came first!" and danced around the shallow end, arms raised in victory. She came back to Diana, kissed her, and pushed her back toward Daphne and me. They were giggling like twelve-year-olds when they got to me and sandwiched me, Diana in front, rubbing her soft belly against my hardon with her hip movements as Shelley pressed her hard nipples into my back and whispered in my ear "Which pussy? The young tight one or the experienced one? Remember?" "Why not both?" I said back, and Diana laughed. I reached down and picked her up by the waist and moved to the edge of the pool and sat her on the cushion next to her daughter. She scooted forward and opened her legs invitingly. I looked down and her pussy hair glistened with droplets of pool water. Below it her slit had opened and her inner lips peeked through, the hood of her clit bright pink and the shiny little nub under it just appearing. I leaned down and took a lick, tasting her salty essences. She tasted salty, just a little tart, and very musky. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of the inner lips and then along the narrow opening between them. As her wetness began to displace the pool water, her taste got stronger. She rocked her hips as I licked her and when I darted my tongue into her opening she widened her legs quickly. Negril Ch. 02 I looked over and next to us, Shelley was licking her daughter's pussy; something she was really, really good at it as Daphne's rapt face showed. Daphne was lost in some other world -- Planet Pleasure -- where right now everything centered around Shelley's talented tongue and soft lips. Diana pulled my head back down in a "go to work" gesture, and I bathed her pussy with licks, and as she began to respond, took my thumb and slid it into her surprisingly tight hole. She stiffened and I heard her gasp. With my thumb buried in her pussy, I could trap her clit between my knuckle and my tongue and lick in small fast movements. In a moment she was gasping and shuddering, and then I felt her pussy flood with more slippery juices and then clench just as her legs clamped around my head and she screamed "Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" As she was spasming, I slipped my thumb out of her pussy and down, using her lubrication to slide it deep into her throbbing ass. This kept the orgasm going, and her asshole pulsed as her legs shuddered in their tight grip around my head. After a moment, I heard Daphne start to come in a series of guttural growls followed by a deep "Uh Uh Uh Uh Oh yessss..." and I looked up to see her face, radiant with pleasure, tilt upward as the tension left her. I pulled my thumb out, and rinsed it off in the pool water, and Diana pushed me back and dropped into the pool. She knelt in front of me again and took my cock in her mouth, and in a moment Daphne and Shelley joined her and they began licking my cock and kissing each other. By this point, my penis was so hard I was concerned that it would simply crack and break off of my body. I'd stopped paying attention to my own arousal while pleasuring Diana, and now I was suddenly aware of just how far along the curve I really was. Daphne stood up and pulled my head down to her nipple as she stroked my cock, and in and instant all three women had pressed themselves together in a row, a line of three breasts in my face and three sets of hands caressing my cock and balls. I switched from Daphne's full breast to Diana's soft one to Shelly's small one and back to Diana's when without the usual build-up; I suddenly started shooting long spurts of cum unto the water and all over the hands of the women pleasuring me. I kept my mouth on Diana's small hard nipple and moaned as I came, the moans and pulses and jets of come slowly growing weaker. I let go of her breast and looked down and saw milky come dissolving in the pool water; I looked up and saw a splash of come on Daphne's belly and then saw that Diana looked mildly disappointed. Shelly saw her expression and laughed. "Oh, don't worry. He does come easily, but trust me he also comes very very often." And to be sure, my erection had hardly subsided, even with the cool pool water bathing my balls and the base of my cock. Diana took my cock in her hands, and leaned down and cleaned it off with her tongue, and then pulled me by my cock to the stairs and up out of the pool. Daphne and Shelley followed us, arm in arm. Diana let me go, and pulled huge soft towels from a bin by the door and handed them around. She took Shelley's from her and began drying her off, admiring her body as she did so. Shelley stepped back and raised her arms over her head and began a slow spin -- a model's spin, displaying some fashion object, except that right now she was displaying herself. Long, slender legs, small, pear-shaped ass, thighs toned and slender enough to leave a notable gap between them, and in that gap prominent bright red inner lips and the hood of her large clit visible beneath her trimmed black pubes. A flat muscular belly and impossibly narrow waist leading up her ribcage to hand-size breasts (she was an A cup) with dark brown nipples extending almost two inches to blunt points aimed straight out at us. She had prominent collarbones, and a perfect kiss-shaped depression at the base of her long neck, which ran up to her high-cheekboned narrow face, with a bow-shaped mouth that looked like it was just pursing to kiss, a perfect sharp nose, and intelligent speckled green eyes. Her black hair was wet, and she had pulled it straight back into a ponytail that ended just between her shoulder blades. We all were silent for a moment as we admired her, and she revelled in the attention she knew she was getting. She looked at the three of us, and then reached between her legs and ran her finger through her lips and brought it glistening to her chest where she rubbed her juices on her nipples, and then sensually licked her finger while looking at us, illuminated with desire. Daphne walked up to her and took Shelley's finger in her mouth and licked it again. She then took it, and ran it down her own belly and then along her pussy; Shelley pushed upward at just the right moment and her middle finger vanished into Daphne. Shelley pulled it out exquisitely slowly, a string of Daphne's juices trailing behind it as it came out, and then rubbed Daphne's nipples with it. Daphne took Shelley's hand in hers and placed Shelley's pussy-damp finger on Shelley's lips. Shelley sucked it in and pulled it in and out, acting out giving head to her own finger covered in Daphne's juices. Daphne leaned back and did a backbend, opening her knees to show us the flash of wet pink between her legs, and then slowly, with incredible control, rolled her body up one vertebra at a time until she was standing. Next to Shelly, she looked voluptuous; her large breasts and wider hips in sharp contrast to Shelly's thinness. She had strong, muscular legs and arms, but the muscles weren't defined the way Shelley's were. Her narrow waist and slightly rounded belly looked just in place with the rest of her body, and the overall sense of physical solidity was emphasized by her large breasts. They stood out with just the tiniest sag, and the nipples and aureoles pointed outward and up. Pointed being the key word -- her nipples were pulled into hard, eraser-sized nubs by her excitement. Her strong shoulders, broad dark eyebrows over dark brown eyes, and the jet black short haircut visually completed the image of strength. She smiled, and wagged a finger at her mother. Diana smiled, walked out toward the other two women. She walked with an exaggerated sway that rocked her ass back and forth as she took each step. She looked back over her shoulder, to make sure I was watching, and with a dancer's control, raised her right leg and with the leg perfectly straight, rested her ankle on Shelly's shoulder -- Shelly who was a good five or six inches taller than her. She slowly leaned backward until her hand barely touched the ground, her soft breasts shifting and pulled toward her head by gravity. Shelley ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, and ended with a finger or two slipping into her pussy. Diana stiffened, and then rocked her hips and pulled herself up so that she was standing again, and slowly brought herself up to standing, one leg still on Shelley's shoulder. She gracefully lifted the leg off, and leaned into her for a long kiss. I was stupefied with lust. I had to bury myself deep into each and every hole each of them had to offer. Could I come nine times? I had no idea. Was I ready to try really, really hard? Yes. I stood still, looking at them with wide, unfocused eyes , and Shelley walked over to me. "Looks like the judgment of Paris, no? Three beautiful women each competing for your ... attention." She paused meaningfully. "Yeah, and that ended so well," I replied, giggling. "The Trojan War." "The only combat here will be to see which of the four of us can come the hardest and most often," she said. Her eyes were black, the pupils completely dilated. "Fuck us all. Fuck us senseless. I know I'm going to fuck all three of you within an inch of your lives." To Be Continued Negril Ch. 03 Daphne and Diana stood watching as Shelley and I looked at them, and in my stoned mind realized they were somehow different than us; that the rules we lived by had a loophole their Manhattan attorneys had somehow opened for them. I took Shelley's hand and walked over to them. Diana pushed Daphne forward and smiled. I took her in my arms and kissed her, feeling the firmness of her big breasts against my chest and her belly against my erect cock. She slowly rocked her hips from side to side, rubbing against me, and I walked her over to the big sofa and lay back on it and pulled her down onto me. We kissed, and she moaned into my mouth as I pinched her hard nipples and kneaded her firm breasts. They were too big to hold in my hand, and so I pressed my hands into them and massaged the sensitive flesh as I kissed her hard and she slid her tongue deep into my mouth. She reached down and massaged my cock and moved herself up until she could rub the head over her slippery and firm little clit. Without warning, she thrust down and engulfed me in warmth. She pulled away from our kiss and moaned. I moaned, too, and held her shoulders as I thrust up into her. Her sheath was firm and slippery; as I she bottomed on my cock, she would grunt slightly, which would make her squeeze gently but sharply. Each time she did, I felt a jolt of pleasure and pushed upward just a little harder. As I did, she sat up, which changed her internal landscape. When she pushed down on me now, the head of my cock bumped against her cervix, and when it did, she would make a high-pitched sound - a kind of "eee." I pinched her nipples between my fingers, and pushed up harder into her. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to slam down onto me, and began muttering unintelligibly under her breath. I felt the fullness in my balls begin to creep up to the base of my cock, and then the line of heat moving up my penis until it hit the tip and burst into pleasure as I felt myself spurt come into her. I gasped as I came, and let go of her nipples as I lost control of my body. I felt myself spurt five, then six, then seven times, and then felt just a dull pulsing of pleasure. I pulled her to me and we kissed. She was sweating, and I ran my fingers through the drops of sweat running down her chest from the bottom of her breasts. I hadn't lost my erection at all, so she began to rock back and forth on me as we kissed. She came away, and looked at me hungrily. She bit her lip and then started rubbing her own nipples. I looked over, and saw that Shelley was standing behind Diana, one hand cupping a breast, and the other busy between her legs. They were both watching Daphne fuck me. Shelley lowered her head to Diana's neck and kissed her, then looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and make a kiss with my lips, and Daphne leaned down and gently bit my neck. As she did she rose and almost pulled off my cock; then slid, slowly, down the shaft until I was buried in her. I looked up at her and she was flushed, her chest red and sweating, her breasts and nipples covered in droplets of sweat. I leaned up and licked them off one nipple, then the other, then took one nipple in my mouth and gently bit down. She moaned and ground herself down on me, and as she did, I arched my back and lifted, driving just slightly deeper into her. I let her nipple go, and she put her hands on my shoulders and began slamming down on me again, grunting each time she had pushed me all the way into her pussy - sloppy with my come and her increasing flow. I felt her pussy swell and then suddenly, she sat up and ground against me as I felt her hot wetness increase, the first contraction in her thighs and then her pussy and she went "Urghhh, unh. Unh, unh-ohhh! Damn, damn damn-yes" and I felt her pussy keep clenching around me. She collapsed on me, and we both rested for a moment, getting our breathing back to normal. She kissed me, and got up and walked to the bar. I lay on the sofa and stretched my back. Diana and Shelley walked up to me and knelt down and began licking my cock, cleaning the come and juices off of it as they kept me hard. Diana wrapped her hand around me and slowly stroked up and down. Then she turned and knelt on the sofa, her hands on the back and knees spread, her pussy open and glistening. Shelley walked up behind her and ran her thumb up and down the lips, and then drove it in and slowly pulled it out, glistening with her juices. She licked it like a lollipop, and offered it to me. I bit down on her thumbnail and slowly sucked her finger into my mouth, tasting Diana's salty flavors. I walked up behind Diana, and began running the tip of my cock up and down her slit until my head was good and wet, and then slowly pushed into her. She was shockingly tight; I had expected that an older woman would have a much looser pussy, but hers was far tighter than Daphne's. It wasn't uncomfortably tight, but I was careful to slide into her slowly, and as her lips closed around the base of my cock, I felt the head press against the mouth of her cervix. As it did, she shuddered slightly. I leaned forward and cupped her soft breasts, hanging free beneath her, and pressed my fingers into their softness. She rewarded me by pressing back and a soft "Yesss-" Shelley slid under us, and I felt her finger trace the join between Diana and me, and then felt the pressure of her finger on Diana's firm clit. Diana shuddered again, and I slowly withdrew from her and then entered her again with the full length of my cock. I felt Shelley's finger working on her clit, and started a regular rhythm ending each time as I pressed against the firmness of her cervix. Diana widened her knees, and gripped the back of the sofa harder. Shelley began to move herself underneath us, and suddenly I felt her warm tongue on my balls. It made me thrust harder, and Diana moaned in response. She turned and looked back, and then let go of the sofa, and we readjusted our positions so that we were all lengthwise on the broad cushion. Shelley was on her back, legs wide as Diana lowered her head to suck on her clit; I felt Shelley's mouth on my balls and Diana's clit, and rolled my head back with the pleasure of the tight wet pussy sheathing me and the active tongue caressing my balls. Daphne walked up and took me in her arms and began kissing me. She pulled away and looked at me with a grin, then ran her hand down her mothers backside to where I entered her, ran her finger over the back of my cock and then slid it up and into her mother's ass. I stopped thrusting, and felt myself go into brainlock. I felt her finger against the wall surrounding my cock. She laughed, and leaned in to me. "You think there's something wrong with this. You think I'm some kind of victim. You don't fucking get it at all, do you. Stop freaking out and fuck. Fuck yourself into the dirty places you're afraid of. Look in there, and I'll be waiting for you." She leaned in and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth as she gently wiggled her finger, and my doubts vanished in a wave of lust. I bit her tongue, and then grabbed her mother's hips and rammed myself into her as hard as I could, bumping her forward over Shelley. I felt the pressure of Daphne's finger through the walls of Diana's pussy, and Shelley's warm tongue licking up the front of my balls to where the base of my cock entered Diana, and suddenly I was gasping as waves of pleasure shot up my cock and I felt my slippery come fill Diana's pussy. As I came I kept ramming into her, and as I bottomed in her, she arched her back, coming and gasped a "Yes! Oh Fuck Yes!" and her pussy gripped and released and gripped me, milking the last of the come out of my cock. One last aftershock of pleasure pushed me deeply into her, and then I leaned forward and licked her spine between her shoulderblades. Shelley pulled my cock out of her and gently licked it clean. I stood up and pulled Daphne to me. As I had fallen into my orgasm, she had kept her finger in Diana's ass and I'd felt it distinctly as I came. "I felt the pulsing," she said. "So did I" I responded with a smile. I kissed her, and we turned back to see Shelley energetically licking the come and juices dripping from Diana's swollen and reddened pussy. A sticky stream of milky come streamed from between her lips, and Shelley lapped at it with her tongue, occasionally running it over Diana's clit, which made her moan happily. Daphne looked at me and said "And now I'm going to fuck your wife." Negril Ch. 04 This is Part IV of a surprising evening in Jamaica, where my wife and I met a wealthy - and very sexy mother and daughter. * Daphne took my hand and walked over to the other end of the sofa. She sat down and I walked to the bar and poured myself a large rum. I walked back to the three women lounging and lying on the sofa, and saw Daphne leaning down between Shelley's legs, commenting on her vagina. "My God, these lips are huge! And I'm sure I've been fucked by men with smaller dicks than this clit!" Shelley's clit could be as big as her nipples -- as much as an inch and a half long -- when she was truly excited. "Tastes delicious," said Diana. "Let's find out," Daphne said, and leaned down to put her lips on Shelley's labia. Shelley made a purring moan that I knew all too well. She loves oral sex -- giving and getting. I saw her open her knees wide to give Daphne better access and walked around to watch. Daphne had her face buried in Shelley's crotch, and all I could see was her cheek moving as she moved her jaw and mouth, and the patch of Shelley's black pubic hair her nose was buried in. Diane was hungrily watching her daughter pleasure my wife and then looked up at me and gestured me over to her. I leaned down and gave her a long kiss. She pulled me closer and grabbed my half-hard cock. She stroked it for a moment, then took me in her mouth. She was damn good at this. In a moment I was hard as I'd ever been, even though I'd already come three times. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I heard Daphne slurping on Shelley's pussy and the wet sounds of Diane sliding my cock down her throat. I smelled the musky, sour reek of sex and sweat. I felt like I'd been basted with it, like my life was about nothing other than sexual pleasure at that moment. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock as her daughter buried her tongue in my wife Shelley's pussy just a few feet away from us. I ran my fingers into Diane's hair and pressed on her head and just enjoyed the pleasure of it. Shelly started being vocal. "Ohhhh. Fffff yes, yes, yes." In a moment I knew she'd start coming. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, OH GOD!!" she shouted. I saw her knees shake in and out for maybe 30 seconds and knew it was a good one. Suddenly my balls were warm then burning as I moved to my own knee-shaking orgasm. Each pulse of my cock felt like dissolution; like my flesh was dissolving into hot come in Diane's mouth. My knees shook, I groaned, and I kept coming. I braced myself on Diane's bare, sweaty shoulders. I was still coming and slow pulse at a time. I wasn't sure where it was coming from, there was no way my balls could hold that much. It was dripping from the corners of Diane's mouth, and ran her tongue around the head one last time and slid me out. Daphne leaned up and they kissed, sharing my come and their tongues. I watched, riveted. Daphne took her mother's face in her hands and licked the come off her face. Shelley moaned softly and straightened her legs. Diane lifted herself up off of her, and turned and licked one of Shelley's nipples, and then walked out of the room. Shelley looked at me and softly said "That was awesome." She was damp with sweat, and her pussy was swollen and bright red, with juices dripping down over her asshole into the crack between her cheeks. She looked like her picture should be in the dictionary next to "Well-fucked." I had this overwhelming desire to fuck her right then...but my limp penis wasn't ready to fulfill my wishes. She reached down and gently rubbed her lips with her fingers, then brought them to her mouth and smiled at me. I leaned over her and smiled back. "You OK, baby?" I asked. "Mmmmmmyesssss," she answered. "I heard what Daphne said to you. I almost came on the spot." Diana walked into the room, and I looked at her...hair a mess, sweaty, sticky marks on her body where drops of come or her juices were drying, her pubes matted and sticky...and she looked like the goddess of sex. She was carrying a canvas shipping bag and my face registered curiosity. "Oh, just some toys," she told me. She set the bag down next to the couch, and pulled out an immense pink vibrator with a smaller second prong. Then a blue two-headed Feeldoe, and a small, chrome oval vibrator. Finally, a set of fuzzy restraints. She cuffed Shelley's hands above her head, then took a line and tied them to the end of the sofa. She strapped each ankle, and tied one up onto the back of the sofa, and then the other down to the floor, anchoring around a leg of the sofa each time. "You've done this before," said Shelly, starting to rock a little bit with excitement. "Oh, yes, we have." Daphne replied. She took the Feeldoe and had Shelley lick one end. Then she slid the wet end into herself, and wagging the blue plastic cock waving in front of her, walked up so she was standing next to Shelley's face and told her to turn her head and suck it, which she did enthusiastically. Then Daphne knelt between Shelley's legs and slid the plastic deep into her as Shelley arched her back and rose to meet Daphne. Shelley yelled each time Daphne penetrated her "Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Gooood God!" And Daphne began to grunt each time she pushed down and filled both Shelley's and her swollen pussies with firm plastic. Diana came over and kissed me, and then went over and straddled Shelley's head. She delicately lowered herself onto Shelley's face and then immediately stiffened as Shelley's tongue visibly ran over her clit and back into her sodden pussy. I'll never forget watching the three of them; I saw flashes that will stay with me forever...Daphne's pendulous breasts just grazing Shelley's small ones, immense hard nipples on the bottom and smaller, equally hard ones on top. The blue Feeldoe coming out of Daphne's pussy -- juices beginning to run down it -- and disappearing into Shelley's. Looking at Daphne's smooth round ass driving the plastic cock into Shelley, and watching her mother ride my wife's face, watching her daughter fuck my wife, Diana biting her lip as her own pleasure began to overtake her. I walked up behind Daphne and ran my hand down her sweaty back to her ass, then down the crack to the back of her pussy and the firm plastic shaft buried in it. I ran my finger around the junction, and then up an inch to her asshole. I wiped finger in the juices running from her pussy, and then slid it slowly into her asshole. Daphne gasped and drove harder into Shelley -- making her moan -- as I got the second knuckle into her. I wet a second finger, and slid it in as well, and felt the muscles tighten around my fingers as she built to an orgasm. I finger-fucked her ass as she fucked Shelley and she started grunting out "UhhUhhUhUhUhUhh..." and I felt her ass clench rhythmically as she arched her back and came hard. Beneath her, Shelley drove her hips up, desperate to get over the edge. I pulled out of Daphne, reached back onto the table for the small silver vibrator and turned it on. I slid it down beneath the dildo and gently touched it to Shelley's ass. She started humping upward into Daphne's dildo, and from the tension I saw on Diane's face, energetically working on her pussy. Diane came first. I saw her pinch her nipples, tilt her face down, and give off a deep "Oh, Yeahhh..." as she massaged her breasts and her hips shook as Shelley slurped between her legs. I slid the egg-shaped vibrator deeper between Shelley's ass cheeks and then felt her legs tighten, and heard her go "God! Yes! God, God, Ohhhh Gooood!" She shook, moving the double-sided dildo around and causing Daphne to start humping again. I walked behind her and started rubbing my limp cock along her asscrack, hoping to get my erection back. She reached back and swatted me away. "Not yet..." Daphne sat up over Shelley and started humping away hard. She braced herself on straight arms and fucked for a moment, then she sat up and started grinding, rocking her hips back and forth and she reached up and kneaded her breasts. Diane was kneeling on the sofa, and got up and came around behind Daphne, taking her frantically humping daughter in her arms and kissing her neck, and then reaching down and taking Daphne's breasts in her hands and kneading them while rubbing the nipples between her thumb and finger. In a moment, Daphne was coming again, shaking her legs and hips and moaning as her mother held her tightly in her arms and gently kissed her shoulder. ...to be continued, if I can get it up again.