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A Tempting Vacation

By: JackKing



As Amy discreetly stroked Ron's cock through his blue jeans in the back seat of her mother's station wagon, he concentrated on remaining motionless and quiet. It was getting more and more difficult to keep still, as Amy had been gently tracing the outline of his now very hard cock for almost an hour as they drove southward to Florida.

It had been only two weeks ago that Ron and Amy had decided to ask their parents if he could go on the trip. He had been doubtful that his parents would agree, although they did seem to have a fondness of Amy's mother, Pam. He had overheard them say how sorry they felt for her having to bring another woman into her daughter's life. Pam had told them that the entire reason for the trip was to allow Amy to spend some time with her father, divorced from Pam for almost 3 years, and meet his new girlfriend. Amy and her dad had kept fairly close since the divorce, and this was the first woman he had wanted her to meet. Amy had heard a lot about her dad's new companion, and was curious to meet her. Pam, on the other hand, was not looking forward to it at all.

Due to her limited vacation budget, Pam had decided to drive to Miami, then take a much cheaper flight to the Bahamian Islands, rather than fly down from Nashville. The fact that Pam had decided to lessen her costs by also inviting her best friend, Beth, did not upset Ron in the least.

Beth had gotten divorced about the same time as Pam, and at that time they decided to funnel their anger and resentment from their failed marriages into their frequent workouts at the gym. As time passed, their motivation turned from pent up frustration to a genuine enjoyment in becoming physically fit, not to mention the looks of admiration not usually given to 35 year old divorcees. Their workouts had progressed to the point where they had actually entered one of the regional Ms. Fitness contests, in which the winner would compete on ESPN. While neither of them won, Pam finished second, and Beth fourth, and they both felt well rewarded for all their hard work.

Ron could still remember one of his first dates with Amy, barely 5 months ago, and the sight of Pam as she stood in the kitchen, making small talk with him, still wearing the snug tee shirt and tight shorts she had worn to the gym. 

Pam was maybe 5'3" tall, and while her body had been nice before she began to work out, it was now not only curvier, but also exceptionally firm. She and Beth did not lift weights to the point of being muscle bound, but it would be most difficult to find any fat on either of their bodies. Pam's breasts were well proportioned to her petite frame, and garnered a second look from most every male that passed by, but it was her nicely toned ass that really caused heads to turn. Her ass had always been good, and even before her divorce, Pam had known it was better than most women possessed. But after three years of sweat and determination, it was really a sight to behold. Over the past weeks, Ron had hidden his erection beneath her kitchen table on numerous occasions as Pam bent and  stretched  innocently  to retrieve items from the cabinets, unknowingly displaying her best asset to her daughter's horny boyfriend.

He had anticipated more of a reaction from Amy, as her mother was displaying her body, but Amy had acted perfectly natural. As time passed, Ron came to understand that Pam (and Beth) were so used to displaying their bodies around Amy, that none of the three of them seemed to give it a second thought. 

Due to Ron's rather sheltered, Southern Baptist upbringing, he had tried to resist the thoughts invading his mind, but often found the tempting sights presented to him too much for his young, untested principles. Ron loved to hang out at Amy's house, even though he often felt like a pervert for his attempts to discreetly view Pam, and on the rare occasion, Beth. He also often had the problem common to so many teenage boys, a near perpetual erection. For Ron this was no small obstacle, although at the time, he had no idea how unusual he truly was. Ron had taken countless showers with his basketball team, but his penis seemed to be about like all the other guys'. Ron had yet to realize the uniqueness he possessed, for while his friends 2 to 3 inch flaccid penises would grow to 5 or 6 inches when erect, his cock would expand to over 8 meaty inches.

Ron and Amy had both agreed when they began dating that they would not have sex, for they both felt premarital sex was a sin. Ron had meant it when they agreed, but Amy was so sexy, and she sure didn't dress like some pristine virgin. Between her and her mom, Ron's dick was hard more than not when he visited their house. 

Amy and Ron remained true to their pledge, and refrained from anything more than kissing for weeks, but eventually the temptation of the flesh began to break them down, and they gradually advanced toward more heavy petting, and were now groping and teasing each other every chance they got. 

Amy's girlfriends were not nearly so experienced as she was, and their sexual adventures were frequently discussed among the group. Amy made a mental note when a couple of the girls talked about how much their boyfriends loved blowjobs, and how it kept the boys from pressuring them for intercourse. 

The tension between the teens had continually mounted, unitl last Saturday night, when Amy had actually seen Ron's fully erect cock in all its glory. Ron's dick had been the first one she had ever seen, much less touched. Even though she had heard her friends say things about their boyfriend's penis's being long, or fat, or skinny, she really had no basis for comparison. Amy had been almost as sheltered as Ron (which probably explained why they got along so well), but as a result, she was also clueless as to how unusual her boyfriend's cock truly was. She had found it extremely exciting the first time she saw how her petite hand grasped its base, most of the shaft still wavering above her hand. 

As she had tentatively stroked his thick penis, she kept remembering the way her girlfriends had described giving blowjobs. She wanted to please Ron, but still not lose her virginity, so she quickly made her decision. As her head bobbed in his lap, and she kissed and licked all over his fat cock, Amy came to the realization that she was likely enjoying it as much as he was. Stretching her mouth to take the engorged head past her lips made her hot and moist between her legs. Every night since then, when she had first discovered the thrill of licking and sucking on his rock hard cock while parked in the church parking lot, she had sucked Ron off. He always shot so much semen into her mouth, it was hard to swallow it all, but Ron could tell she was getting better each night.

Now, in the backseat of her mother's car, with Pam and Beth just two feet away, talking about various inane topics, Amy continued to stroke and rub up and down the length of Ron's cock, clearly outlined down the leg of his tight jeans. He was afraid he would cum in his pants if she didn't relent soon, and as much as he knew he should make Amy stop, it just felt too good. Ron attention was diverted from his crotch as Pam steered her Honda station wagon onto a rest area exit ramp. As soon as the car came to a stop, Beth and Pam made a quick dash to the rest room.

As soon as they were alone, Ron leaned over and nibbled on Amy's ear lobe as he said, "You are making me so horny, I can't take much more! I wish there was time for you to suck on me before your mom got back." 

Amy purred a sexy little giggle, saying, "Good, I love to make you a little crazy, and besides, you can't be any less horny than me right now, feel me." She then guided Ron's hand up her thigh, under her skirt, to her panty covered pussy. 

Ron could feel the heat emanating from her even before he felt how completely soaked her panties were. "Why are we driving ourselves crazy like this, it's pure torture." 

Amy gave him a sly grin, and responded, "I have an idea, Beth will eventually go to sleep while mom drives. If you think you can handle it, I will lay my head over in your lap, pretending to go asleep too, then I can give you a super silent sucking, no one will ever know, are you game?"

Before he could even consent, Amy told Ron to grab a pair of his baggy shorts from the back, and go change from his tight jeans, giving her easy access to him. Ron couldn't believe what they were going to do, but he wasn't going to try and talk her out of it. That was one thing he had liked about Amy from the start. She was always bold and loved to take risks. Now that her sense of adventure had surfaced as sexual escapades, he liked that part of her even more.


By the time Ron changed and headed back to the car, some of the granite in his cock has disappeared. His shorts were baggy enough to conceal the still semi-swollen 6 inches of teenage prick bouncing against his thigh. He held his jeans in front of his crotch as he passed in front of the headlights, he didn't want it to be too obvious he was no longer wearing any underwear. He quickly climbed into the back seat, already shutting the door when he realized Amy was no longer sitting across from him, but she was instead in the driver's seat. 

Pam was getting comfortable in the seat next to Ron. He fought the urge to panic, trying not to immediately assume Pam and Beth were wise to their plan. Amy looked back, and seeing the tension on Ron's face, explained that her mom had decided that since the interstate was so deserted, it would be a good opportunity for her to get some highway driving experience. Amy had gotten her license several months ago, but still hadn't really driven all that much. As Amy spoke, Ron could feel his cock begin to contract. 

As Amy pulled the car from the lot, Pam said to Ron, "I see we had the same idea, I had to get out of those hot pants too, hand me yours and I will put them in the back." 

She took his jeans and then, kneeling, leaned over the seat back to put both their clothes away. As she did this, the bright lights from the rest area parking lot enabled Ron a clear view of Pam's body. The shorts she was now wearing were quite short and tight. As she leaned further and further into the back of the station wagon, now looking for a pillow, just a hint of each firm, tanned ass cheek peeked from beneath the white nylon shorts. Ron couldn't tear his eyes away. He was helpless to admire the way her firm, shapely thighs curved inward ever so slightly at the juncture of her cheeks, and then how the sexiest butt he had ever seen in his young life was straining to escape from the confines of her shorts. His cock grew hard again almost at once. 

Ron's trance was broken by the sound of Beth's voice, "Hey, Pam, grab me a pillow too if you can." 

Ron turned to the front, and briefly locked eyes with Beth. He thought she had the slightest grin on her face as he gaped at her like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He felt his face turning 20 shades of red, and he held his breath, hoping Beth would not say something right then and there about what she had seen. Pam then settled back in her seat, passing a pillow up to Beth, and then leaning her own pillow against the door for some sleep herself. Beth turned back and didn't say anything. 

As he rode on in silence, Ron slowly convinced himself that maybe Beth had only seen him staring at his girlfriend's mom for only a second, or maybe she hadn't even noticed where his gaze was directed at all. After several miles, Ron quite worrying about Beth having busted him ogling Pam. If she did, she did. The way she and Pam dressed half the time, they couldn't expect a red-blooded teenager not to notice them, even if they were old.

Pam tried to get comfortable against the doorframe, but she just couldn't get to sleep. She was desperate, and knew she had to sleep a couple of hours so she would be up to finishing the drive in the morning. 

Finally, she turned to Ron, noticing he was still awake, she said, "Ron honey, if you don't mind, can I lay this pillow over on you to get some sleep, if I can just stretch out a little, I think I can catch some Zs." 

Ron, reeling in his guilt of having been nailed mentally undressing Pam earlier, had been purposely thinking of basketball, school, anything but the three women in the car with him. Thank goodness, for a least as Pam placed the pillow across his right thigh, his cock was completely flaccid, tucked safely away from the pressure of Pam's head as she settled against the pillow. 

With Beth safely asleep, and Amy concentrating on the road, Ron attempted to check out Pam's body again. Although he knew she was curled up next to him, the darkness of the night kept him from being able to really see much. He figured it was for the best, and eventually lay his head back to sleep himself.

Some time later, the beginning of the sunrise help wake Ron from a very realistic dream that he and Pam were doing it doggy style, right there in the back seat. It took him a few minutes to realize where he was, and that Pam was still asleep with her head in his lap. The dream had given Ron a complete hard on, and it was pressing up against the pillow right beneath Pam's head. Evidently, Pam had shifted her body during her sleep, so that her head was positioned closer to the middle of his lap. The thin pillow had shifted as well, and while it still separated his boner from her cheekbone, the edge of the pillow was barely past her nose. The result was that Ron could feel the steady rhythm of Pam's warm breath against his thigh. He tried to concentrate on anything but Pam, and her breath, hoping by some miracle that his cock would shrink down by the time she woke up. But it was no use. He could actually feel his rock hard cockhead pressing into Pam's cheek. It was at such an angle that he thought he may be able to press it to point down his thigh, and lessen the pressure. He decided he would just try to shift his leg a little, hopefully without waking her, and then press his cock down, away from her face.

As Ron was planning his strategy, Pam was lying there, fully awake. She had been awake for several minutes now, struggling with the conflicting reaction she was having to Ron's young, obviously hard, and apparently very large cock pressing against her face. Her first reaction had been to bolt upright, but she didn't want to make a scene and embarrass the poor boy. He was so sweet and innocent, she was sure it would mortify him if she acknowledged his erection. Her plan had been to nonchalantly awaken and remove her head from his lap as if nothing was out of the ordinary. But in the seconds she remained there, planning how she would handle the situation, she realized she was beginning to feel more than a sense of concern for Ron's feelings. 

She could feel a stirring between her legs. She had noticed Ron stealing a second glance at her and Beth before, but he seemed so young, she had just never thought of him having a physical reaction to her. Besides, she had grown rather use to men, and boys for that matter, admiring her body. She had come to accept it, and sometimes even enjoy it when men took second, and even third looks her way, but this feeling was different. The sense of power she felt she had inadvertently gained over Ron, as well as, she reluctantly admitted to herself, the taboo of having her daughter's teenage boyfriend respond in such an animalistic, involuntary manner was having quite an effect on her. She had quit thinking about a plan of disengagement, but was rather content for the moment to enjoy her totally unexpected reaction to this situation. 

Ron, however, seemed to have other plans. In one fairly smooth movement, he shifted his leg slightly, reached his hand beneath the pillow to his crotch, and pressed his cock downward away from her face, further down against his thigh. Pam initially decided this would be the perfect opportunity to "awaken" from a deep sleep, but then she realized the consequences of Ron's actions. Evidently his shorts had ridden up his thigh during the night, and as a result, the head of his penis was poking out of his leg opening, past the edge of the pillow, only inches from Pam's face. As much as she told herself it was wrong to stay there, feigning sleep, she couldn't resist getting an up close view of Ron's dick in the hazy light of the dawn.

Pam had been with exactly six different men in her lifetime. Sometimes she felt like a slut when she thought of being with that many men, but Beth would always tell her to stories from her past to make Pam feel downright puritanical. Maybe that was one reason they were becoming such good friends, Beth was doing a lot for Pam's self esteem. Beth seemed to have taken on as a personal mission the goal of convincing Pam sex should be fun and enjoyed without all the complications of a serious relationship. She had certainly help Pam mold her body into such form that she could basically get any man she wanted into bed. It was just that Pam wasn't yet converted into a one- night-stand type of woman. In fact, she had not had sex with anyone since the divorce. Therefore, the sight of Ron's teenage prick, swollen hard, and throbbing with a purplish color only an inch or two from her nose was making her mind and body react in ways she would never have intended. None of the six penises she had seen in her past had been as big as Ron's dick appeared to be. 

She could actually see the lemon-sized head pulse a deeper purple each time Ron's heart pushed blood through his young cock. Pam had to force herself to concentrate on keeping her breathing nice and steady, so as to still appear to be asleep. As a result, she was pretty sure her breath was washing over the beautiful dick in front of her. She certainly didn't want Ron to know she was awake, and aware of the situation, but she couldn't resist the perverse thrill she got by purposely focusing her damp breath onto his organ.

Ron's initial self-congratulations as to his deft maneuvering quickly turned to near panic. Although his line of site was obstructed by Pam's tussled hair, he quickly realized what had happened when he felt his hot cockhead exposed to the cool air inside the car. Luckily Pam had not woken up when he shifted things around, but now he could feel her damp breath only inches from his swollen cock. The early morning sunlight allowed Ron to scan up and down Pam's curvy body as she lay sleeping on the seat next to him. He quickly decided that wasn't helping matters, as he saw the tanned curve of her waist exposed as a result of her tee shirt having bunched up toward her breast. 

His gaze was broken when Ron noticed Beth stirring in the front seat. Not wanting her to bust him again, he quickly looked back toward the road, as Pam's hot, moist breath lingered across his cockhead. He knew he had to wake her up without her seeing his prick. So in one motion, he gently reached his hand to her chin, and as he turned her face upward, away from his cock, he scooted the pillow and his shorts down his thigh with his left hand. At the same time he began to speak to her, Amy, and Beth about waking up for a stop at the next Cracker Barrel for breakfast. He kept the pillow over his crotch, and he was certain Pam had been sleeping so deeply that she didn't realize she was awake until she was sitting upright next to him.

As soon as Pam scooted back up to sit next to the opposite door, she felt a wave of guilt rush over her. She had purposely taken advantage of her daughter's boyfriend without his knowledge and deliberately teased him. She kept telling herself it was wrong and disgusting, but she couldn't quite force herself to erase the feeling that had overtaken her body, virtually against her will. She knew she hadn't planned any of what had transpired, and she rationalized, nobody really was hurt in anyway. As long as she kept it to herself, no one would ever know what she had done. After all, Ron thought she was asleep the whole time, she was sure of that. She had gotten to know Ron pretty well over the months Amy had been dating him. 


A Tempting Vacation Ch. 02



Beth was quite pleased with herself as she admired her friend Pam in the lightweight sundress she had picked out for her at the airport boutique. Beth had wanted to show her appreciation for being invited on the trip, and had not let Pam talk her out of buying a new dress for each of them. 

"You look fabulous." Beth had told Pam only minutes earlier. 

She had used all her powers of persuasion to convince Pam the thin, cotton blend dress was not too revealing. The spaghetti strap style didn't lend itself to wearing a bra. Although Pam and Beth had both seen Amy and other young girls proudly exhibiting their lacy bra straps beneath various articles of clothing, it was not a fashion statement either of them found attractive. 

Pam had turned to view her body from every angle possible in the dressing room mirrors, and she had finally agreed with Beth that the additional lining across the chest of the dark purple dress made if difficult to see Pam's nipples pressed against the material. Pam's concern with her breast kept her from noticing that the protective lining did not extend beneath her chest. Plus, the pink and lavender flower print was so busy, even Beth didn't notice that with the proper lighting, Pam's black French cut panties were somewhat visible through the knee length dress. 

"I can't believe I let you talk me into these things," Pam had said as they stood before the cashier. "But at least as long as I am standing next to you, no one will notice if I am wearing a bra or not. Aren't you self conscious at all about your nipples poking through like that, not to mention I can actually tell you are wearing a thong if I look hard enough." 

"Well, then don't look so hard," Beth laughed, she had known exactly the image she portrayed in the solid yellow sundress, similar in style to Pam's. "You need to loosen up some girlfriend, we are on vacation! We're going to the Bahamas, where nobody will know us, and furthermore, we will probably be considered prudish by comparison to the college girls running around, partying their way through spring break. Besides, why have we been busting our tails in the gym for the last three years? I'll tell you why, it is so we can wear dresses like these, and look damn good doing it." 

Pam wasn't yet sure if she was ready to run at Beth's pace, but she decided a sexy little vacation dress was within her bounds, and as they left the boutique, she began to say to Beth, "Okay, you win, I .." 

"OH my God! Look at you two, you look totally hot!" Amy exclaimed from 15 feet away, interrupting her mother in mid-sentence. 

Ron could not have agreed more with his girlfriend, and did not even realize he was hungrily staring at the two older women before him. 

Noticing the look of teenage lust on his face, Beth leaned next to Pam as the two teenagers approached, whispering, "I take back what I said earlier, I don't think Ron is thinking we are prudish at all." They both giggled as Pam gave her friend a gentle elbow to the ribs, signaling her to be quiet. 

Beth had noticed Ron staring at Pam's ass in the car on the trip down but she hadn't thought much of it at the time. Pam did have a superb ass, and it was not at all uncommon for the young guys at the gym to position themselves for optimal views of both Beth and Pam as they worked out. Beth had noticed that while Pam was aware of, and maybe even enjoyed the stares her body garnered, she definitely didn't solicit the leering eyes of the men and boys at the gym to the degree Beth did. 

Beth had discovered since her divorce that she really got a thrill from knowing her body was being admired from across the gym. She had never admitted it to anyone, but sometimes when she went to workout by herself, she would wear one of her older sports bras that showed quite a bit of cleavage when she bent forward, and a pair of short, somewhat baggy jogging shorts, without any tights or panties. She would go straight to the weight machines and begin bending and stretching through her workout, and like clockwork, several young guys (it seemed the younger ones were more obvious about it anyway) would begin to take positions on the surrounding machinery. The mirror-lined-walls allowed them to spy her from several angles and she knew every time she bent forward they could see most of her tanned breasts spilling over the sports bra. And the more she worked out, the more she sweated, until the thin, light gray bra became discolored from her perspiration, and her stiffening nipples would become visible. 

She also knew that many of the exercises caused her loose fitting shorts to gape open, allowing her voyeuristic audience a brief glimpse of her sparse, blond pubic hair. The knowledge that she was likely causing their young dicks to test the confines of their jock straps, was a major turn on to Beth. On more than one occasion she had gone straight to the locker room shower stall, where she would bring herself to orgasm with her fingers, thinking about all the stiff young cocks she had inspired only minutes earlier. 

Ron's eyes had initially locked dead onto Beth's nipples pressing through the yellow dress, like any good teenage boy would. Only after his gaze had wandered down her body, did he realize he could faintly make out the white panties rising up from Beth's crotch and across her hips. He allowed his eyes to roam quickly down her long tanned legs before trailing back up to her sexily displayed breasts, then finally upward to her face, angelically framed by her shoulder length blonde hair. 

Amy was making over her mother, having her pose and turn for her inspection, and neither of them noticed how Ron had given Beth the once over. But Beth had been paying particular attention, curious if the shy young boyfriend of Amy's would be able to keep from gawking at her the way she would have expected most any man with a pulse to do. She looked away from his face before he saw her observing his reaction. 

"Wow Beth, good job, you must have really sold mom hard to get her to wear this." Amy read the look of concern on her mother's face and added, "Don't get me wrong mom, you look great. I am just thrilled you decided to flaunt your form some, I mean you work your butt off at the gym, you should be proud enough to show it a little. Doesn't she look great Ron?" 

Ron wasn't quite prepared to be drawn into this conversation, for he had in fact been taking the opportunity to admire Pam much the way he had given Beth the once over seconds earlier. He wanted to answer Amy that her mom, and Beth for that matter, were probably the two sexiest women he had ever seen, but instead, he tried to quickly come up with an acceptable response, "Yeah, you look .well what I mean to say is , .that dress is.well.. really pretty, it makes you , ..ah..look.." 

"Great?" Amy finished his sentence for him, while at the same time punching him in the arm. "Get a grip Ron. See mom, your so hot even Ron is speechless." And then she hit him again, jokingly saying, "Looking at my mom like that, you should be ashamed." All three laughed at Ron, and he decided not to try to defend himself, but to remain quiet before he really said something to make Amy mad at him. Pam told an excited Amy that Beth had insisted on buying her a new dress as well, and they quickly headed back into the store. 

As Pam and Amy walked away, Beth said to Ron in a voice soft enough the others would not hear, "So, I guess I can interpret your prolonged stare from before as an approval? .Or do you see something wrong with my dress?" and as she spoke, Beth ran her hands down along her rib cage and waist, pulling the dress tight down across her body. 

For an instance, Ron's eyes involuntarily followed the path of Beth's hands, then his head snapped back to meet her face. "Ah, no, .er,.. I mean yes,." Ron could feel the blood rushing into his face as he stammered around, "I am sorry, I, ah, well, I think it looks very nice. Um..I am sorry I was staring, I didn't mean to, I just, well, I didn't really, you know, know I was, you know." Ron rambled, trying to save himself from complete embarrassment. He noticed the briefest of grins cross Beth's face as he spoke. 

"Well, you know," she couldn't keep from laughing a little as the word 'know' came across her lips, "I know what your are trying to say," she suppressed yet another giggle, "thanks and don't apologize, if I didn't like to be stared at now and then, I sure as hell wouldn't dress like this, now would I?" and with that statement, Beth tussled Ron's hair like he was a grade school kid being told how cute he was, and turned to join the other girls in the store. 

Beth could almost feel Ron's eyes on her ass as she sauntered past the racks of dresses, eventually moving from his line of sight. She was thinking to herself how much fun she could have with such a timid, yet excitable, and quite nice-looking teenage hormone factory over the coming week. Of course, she wouldn't be too obvious. He was after all Amy's boyfriend, and even though Amy didn't exhibit the jealous tendencies of many teenagers, Beth certainly didn't want to make her or her mom mad. Plus, it wasn't like she was planning on seducing the boy or anything, it was just that she knew she couldn't pass up such a perfect opportunity to do some serious prick teasing. 

As Ron realized he could make out Beth's white thong disappearing between the firm cheeks of her ass as she strutted into the boutique, his dick began to call for the blood which had just moments earlier been inhabiting his embarrassed face. He quickly found a seat, laid his carry- on bag across his bulging lap, and began to contemplate whether or not Beth had seriously intended to be so forward with him, or was she just messing with him some... and the way Pam and Beth were dressed along with Amy's disregard for their sexy attire and its noticeable effect on him, plus Amy without panties, and Pam and Beth obviously without bras..Ron's mind was reeling, his cock was growing, and then they came back out from the boutique ready to board the plane. 

The older women headed toward the gate while Amy strolled over to get Ron. She was now also wearing her new dress. It differed slightly from that her mom and Beth had purchased. Hers was not quite the daring spaghetti strap design, but did have a scooped neckline that showed more than a hint of cleavage, just like the others. Like theirs, it also came down to just above the knee, hanging down loosely from the enticingly snug fit across the bust line. 

Amy stepped onto the escalator first, leaving Ron one step below her. He quickly confirmed there was no one getting on behind them, then dropped his hand to her muscular calf. She turned only slightly and flashed Ron a knowing grin as his hand moved further up, past the back of her knee, beneath her dress, and quickly to her bare ass. "So, Beth didn't buy you any panties I see?" Ron asked in a hushed tone. 

"Oh God no, but you wouldn't believe what happened. While I was checking out the dress one last time in the mirror, Beth starts gathering up my skirt and tank top." Amy said, even as Ron's fingers began tracing up and down the lips of her pussy. "She is about ready to hand them to me, when she notices the stains across the front and asked me what I got all over my shirt." "Mmmm, that really is starting to feel good." Amy cooed in reaction to Ron's ever active fingers. 

"Don't stop with the story now, we are almost to the top" Ron said as his index finger began to probe slightly past her moistening opening. 

"I'll try, but you make it hard to keep my train of thought. So, anyway, I tried to play it off, saying it was just ice cream." 

"Quick thinking" Ron responded as he glanced past Amy to Pam and Beth, who were now approaching the top of the escalator. "Did she go for it?" 

Amy kept talking, and Ron was listening, but his eyes were transfixed to the sight above. The upward angle coupled with the relative shortness of their dresses presented quite a sight to young Ron. Each woman's legs looked even longer than usual from this position, and their toned thighs retreated beneath the hem of their dresses only inches from their round ass cheeks. But the sunlight shining down from the many windows in the concourse level was at just the right position to provide for a truly sexy image of both women. Their dresses let the sunlight pass through so that their curvaceous bodies were clearly silhouetted through the cotton material, and Beth's panties especially, were plainly evident in contrast to her tanned body and yellow dress. 

Luckily for Ron, Amy was too preoccupied with his fingers, and her story, to notice what had taken his attention from her, as she went on, "Ron, pay attention, you won't believe what happened next. After I tell her it's ice cream, she says 'That sounds good, what flavor did you get.Wait, don't tell me, let me guess.' Then she held my shirt up to her nose and sniffs. And while she is doing this, I realize there must have been more on there than we knew, because she keeps finding more stains than we did, and some are obviously still damp." 

"No way!" Ron exclaimed, his cock now reacting to the combination of the recent image presented by Pam and Beth , his finger pistoning methodically in and out of his girlfriend's pussy, and the image of Beth examining Amy's cum stained shirt. "Then what?" 

"Mmmm, you have to stop with your hand Ron, ...for now.. But you can count on the fact that I will have you go down on me as soon as we get alone again. You owe me one, but for now we are almost to the top." 

Ron looked back up, realizing Pam and Beth are off the escalator, waiting for them a mere ten steps up. He quickly slipped his hand from beneath Amy's dress, eliciting a moan of desire from her as she watched him discreetly suck her juices from his finger. 

"I can't finish now" Amy whispered as they got ready to step off toward their gate, "but you won't believe what happened," then seeing the concerned look on his face, she went on, "Don't worry, we weren't busted, but you still won't believe what she ..." 


"Hurry up you two.' Pam interrupted her daughter, "Our plane is boarding." Ron was thankful he had a carry on bag to hide his boner as they made their way onto the plane for the Grand Bahama Island. 

They had four seats across the medium sized plane, two on each side of the aisle. Neither of them having ever flown before, Ron and Amy quickly got into an mild argument over which of them got to sit next to the window. Pam intervened, giving up her window seat to Ron, and agreeing to take the aisle seat next to her daughter. Ron's cock had managed to soften some during the time they boarded the plane, although it was still semi-swollen. As other passengers were also moving about the crowded plane, Ron stood in the aisle while Pam edged past Beth to stand in the aisle with Ron. Pam's efforts to get past her friend required her to lean over from the waist, causing her dress to fall from her body, giving Ron a prolonged view down the neckline of her dress. Her braless tits were visible almost to her nipples, which to his disappointment were still hidden firmly against her new dress. 

Just as she cleared Beth, and was preparing to move to her seat, a rather heavy lady, toting a big bag came barreling down the aisle. She forced both Ron and Pam to move back closer to Beth, still seated in the aisle seat. As the lady's girth pressed into Pam, she had no choice but to scoot back even further, eventually pressing her firm ass against Ron. 

Ron was thankful for the difference in their height. No matter how much he tried to avoid contact with Pam's ass, he couldn't. But at least his prick didn't lodge right between her fabulous cheeks, like it would have a woman as tall as Beth. Her ass was however pressing against his upper thighs and balls, and as she shifted from one foot to another, her firm cheeks actually seemed to cause his balls to shift from side to side. His cock was at the same time laying across his pelvis, therefore lightly pressing about six inches of his rapidly swelling dick horizontally across the small of her back. Ron quickly realized the irony in this situation, for if Pam's ass were not so pronounced and bubbly, he would not have had the space between them to prevent his cock from pressing against her back like a rolling pin. Their close proximity also allowed Ron the opportunity to look directly over Pam's shoulder, down the front of her dress. As she leaned her upper body back slightly to avoid the fat lady, he could actually see between her lovely boobs, down to her flat stomach, and managed to catch a quick glimpse of her black panties 

Pam watched at the obese lady bulled on past. She was well aware of how her ass was pressed into Ron, but she was unable to do anything about it. She tried to move right or left, but with the limited space available to her, she only succeeded in pressing first one, then the other of buns into his scrotum. She couldn't believe she was in this situation again so soon after their encounter in the back seat, only now it was obvious each of them were fully awake and aware of the predicament they were in. 

Pam could feel Ron's big young cock pressed across what felt to be the complete width of her slender back. She caught herself trying to guess just how big Ron's dick was, then quickly forced those thoughts from her mind. Her daughter was sitting only two feet from her for God's sake, and intentionally or not, she was grinding her ass into Amy's boyfriend's cock and balls. The perversion of the whole situation made her feel guilty for sure. But, it was also having the same effect on her that swept through her body earlier in the car. Pam could feel herself growing wet. Finally the lady passed, and Pam quickly took her seat. She decided she would use the flight time to decide how she should handle what just address with Ron, if at all. 

Beth watched with interest the entire episode that played out only inches from her face. Ron's ass was pressed into the edge of her seatback, and although she couldn't see his crotch, there was no doubt Pam had been forced to press her ass right into him. The rude passenger pressing past had caused them both to have to wriggle around, obviously grinding against each other. Beth noticed Pam quickly separate and take her seat as soon as she was able. Beth also made note of the way Ron scooted past with his back to her, slipped into his seat and dropped the service tray across his lap. Beth's earlier vow to have some fun with young Ron flashed through her mind, and she knew now would be a perfect opportunity to further torment him as he obviously tried to hide his erection. 

As the plane taxied out, and the stewardess gave the usual instructions, Beth said to Ron, "She said put your tray in an upright and locked position. Want me to do it for you?" and she began to reach for the tray. 

Ron jumped as if he had been shocked, "NO! er sorry, I mean no, I can do it." And he grabbed a magazine to slide over his lap as he raised the tray. 

"I was just trying to help." Beth said , giving it her best hurt feelings tone. 

"I am sorry," Ron said quickly, feeling guilty for having snapped at Beth. "It's just that, ah, well I guess I am nervous about flying, that's all." 

"No problem," Beth said as the plane throttled up and began to pick up speed, "I still get a little freaked every time I fly. Taking off is the worst part for me." As the plane began to leave the earth, she dropped her hand over and gripped Ron's knee as if it were a nervous reaction. He actually was nervous about the flight, and didn't notice for a second or two that her hand was on his thigh, and had caused the magazine to scoot further across his lap. 

A few seconds later, as the plane leveled off, Beth seemed to become aware of her hand clasping Ron's leg, and removed it, saying, "Sorry about the death grip, like I said, I just get nervous." 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 02



"It's ok." Ron said as he turned to look out the window. "Wow, this is really cool, you can see right to the ocean floor." 

"Really? Can I see?" Beth leaned over across Ron's lap, placing her left hand near his knee, and her right hand on the middle of his left thigh. Ron was forced to lean back to allow her to peer out the small window. Beth could feel her dress fall away from her body, and she suspected Ron was getting a clear shot of most of each breast. 

The magazine covering Ron's hard-on was slipping further and further across his lap. He was concerned his bulging shorts would become evident to Beth. He had been trying to will his cock back to a flaccid state every since he had disengaged from Pam's ass. But Beth's touchy- feely mannerism was making it difficult. As she leaned across the arm rest to look out the window, Ron's left arm was trapped beneath her impressive boobs. He could feel their unrestrained weight glide across his forearm as she leaned closer to the window. After what seemed like an eternity, Beth retreated back to her seat. Ron was able to discreetly readjust the magazine to safely conceal his reaction to her. 

"That is quite a sight, but I still get nervous flying over the ocean," Beth said, "How about playing a game with me to help pass the time. Ever play Hang Man before?" 

Ron was thankful for something to do to divert his perverted mind from Beth's body, so her readily agreed to play. 

***

As they began to play their game, Pam was still sitting motionless, her eyes shut, as she had almost from the time she had managed to finally quit pressing herself into Ron's crotch. She seemed to come to a rather disturbing conclusion after several moments of debating with herself as to her reaction to what had happened. No matter how much she told herself she had not intended for either interaction with Ron to occur, she kept coming back to the fact that she enjoyed it each time. She knew it was wrong, and she knew she must avoid further such situations, but she could not erase the undeniable feeling of lust that had overwhelmed her when she felt his young body respond to her the way he had. Continuing to replay the events in her mind was only making her more and more horny. 

Finally she gave in to her wicked thoughts and began to fantasize about Amy's boyfriend, rationalizing that what ever happened in her brain would provide a good outlet for the pent up frustration beginning to consume her body. 

Pam's mind placed her back in her bathroom, preparing to take a shower. She knew Ron was in the hallway, peering at her through the slightly opened door. She slowly removed her clothes and got under the water, turning and posing for his benefit. She knew he was playing with his big cock as she ran her soapy hands over her firm tits and ass. Wanting to continue her teasing, she stepped from the shower, wrapped a towel around her and went into the bedroom. She could see Ron in the mirror, still peeping around the door. She dropped the towel and began to rub herself with lotion, until her entire body was glistening. 

As she raised her head up to look at the doorway, Ron's eyes locked with hers, and he quickly strode into her room. "Ron! What do you think you are doing?" she said as the teenager began to take off his shirt. 

"I am going to show you what your constant teasing has done to me." He responded. 

Pam pictured herself standing there, nude, trying to cover herself with her shiny, lotion covered hands. In an indignant tone, she said, "I don't know what you are talking about, but you had better stop right now." 

Ron was now pushing his shorts downward, slowly allowing his massive cock to come into her view. He was standing so close that his swollen cockhead sprung forth and pressed into her stomach. Pam tried to push him away, but he was so much taller and stronger, he simply grabbed her by the arms and forced her back onto the bed. Pam started trying to squirm away from him, but her slick skin only slipped back and forth beneath him, causing a delightful friction of their bodies. 

"Don't fight me, you know you want it." Ron' fantasy persona said with a confidence he didn't possess in real life. 

Pam's breathing was becoming more labored as she fought with more intensity. She could feel his cock pressing into her thighs as she tried to fight him off. Then, Ron slid his body up over Pam's slick torso, until his cock and balls were positioned over Pam's heaving boobs, his cock towering out directly above her face. Pam seemed transfixed by the sight of his prick, to the point she didn't notice Ron quickly place the handcuffs on her wrists and secure them to the headboard. 

Pam surprised herself with the direction she was taking this fantasy, but the growing dampness between her legs encouraged her to continue. 

***

Beth's mind had been working out a wicked little trick for young Ron during the first few rounds of Hang Man. They were picking words or phrases that described 'what they wanted to do on vacation' and so far things like 'get a tan', 'go snorkeling', and 'sunbathe' had been the norm. Beth drew out the blanks for her next puzzle, pressing the pen firmly down on the magazine in Ron's lap. He had refused to let her remove it for the first round, so now they were both using it to provide a writing surface for the game. She finished with the blanks for this round, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _, and told Ron to start guessing letters. 

***

Amy had grown tired of gazing at the ocean, and turned to look past her sleeping mother, to where Beth and Ron sat, apparently playing a game of some sort. Beth had turned to face Ron, leaving only her back visible to Amy. Ron was such a goofball, Amy could tell he was trying to steal peeks down Beth's dress every time she leaned over to write on the paper in Ron's lap. She really couldn't blame him for taking notice of Beth, or her mom for that matter. They were both extremely attractive, especially for their age. Amy didn't really mind, mostly because she knew there was no way either of them, nor Ron for that matter, would do anything inappropriate. If there were any chance anything could happen between them, she might worry, but the idea of Ron getting worked up by her mom and Beth was more amusing than threatening. Besides, Amy was more than glad to take care of any increased urges Ron might develop by looking down Beth's neckline. 

Amy knew Beth was a tease, she had overheard her telling her mom about the thrill she got from getting the guys at the gym all worked up. She had eavesdropped a few other times as well. Amy could still remember her mother's shocked reaction to Beth's story about buying a prostitute for her husband several years ago. It seemed he had always had a fantasy about a threesome, so Beth had given him his dream for his 30th birthday. 

She could still remember how horny it made her to listen to Beth tell her mom all the graphic details of everything they did that night. Picturing Beth with her husband and another woman was making Amy get hot once again. She had been all worked up since the escalator ride, and now Amy felt an increased heat between her legs as her naked ass squirmed beneath her short dress. Soon she found herself thinking about what it would be like to let Ron stick his dick inside her overheated pussy. She wasn't sure what it would be like, or what would be the best way to do it for your first time. These thoughts were running through Amy's brain as she continued to watch Beth and Ron. Maybe she could ask Beth stuff about doing it for the first time. She was way more cool than her mom, hell, Beth would probably like to be in the room, directing the action. 

The lingering thought of Beth helping her and Ron screw for the first time quickly evolved into Amy's mental image of Beth dressed like a school teacher, hair in a bun, eyeglasses, and a ruler in her hand. She suppressed a giggle as the image expanded to include her and Ron naked, sitting on the couch as Beth strode back and forth before them. She could only imagine how hard Ron's cock would be at the thought of Beth joining them for a hot session of sex. As Amy allowed her mind to wander, she found herself becoming more and more aroused at the scenarios being played out in her brain. 

***

"Guess another letter Ron," Beth said, anxious for him come to the conclusion she had planned. 

"Um.ok, how about an O?" 

"Good one, I think there are three." Beth said as her hand once again dropped onto the magazine covering Ron's still swollen prick. D _ v o u _ _ o u _  _ o _ k. 

Ron was finding it very difficult to concentrate on the game. Every time Beth wrote, the pressure she applied made his cock roll back and forth beneath the magazine. He was certain she was totally oblivious to what she was doing to him. 

She seemed much more interested in this puzzle, so he tried to put more effort into it as well. He was down to the last leg of his stick hang man, so he had to get it without missing anymore. In response to Beth's urging to guess again, Ron said, "OK Vanna, give me a minute to think about it." 

***

Pam continued to pretend to be asleep, the entire time Ron was ravaging her within the safety of her fantasy. After he cuffed her hands to the bed above her head, he began to slowly masturbate only inches from her face. His cock was slick from rubbing over her lotion coated body, and his hand moved easily from the base to the fat, swollen head, then back again. 

"Ron, you have to stop," Pam said, "You are young enough to be my own son, not to mention you are dating my daughter." 

"You should have thought of that before you started being such a prick teaser. Now I am going to give you what you've been asking for, so you might as well lay back and enjoy." Ron said as Pam's gaze remained fixed onto the massive cock sliding beneath his hands. 

"Did you know I get an erection every time I come over here. Of course you know, you go out of your way to cause it. Admit to me you have been teasing me on purpose, go on admit it." Ron demanded, his hand now stroking faster up and down the length of his cock. 

"No, I never even.." Pam began to deny his accusations, but was forced to quit speaking as Ron shoved the swollen head of his cock past her lips. 

"I don't want to hear your lies, so I think I want you to suck me, OK prick teaser?" 

Pam's eyes looked up at Ron, and her mouth stretched wider as he leaned forward, feeding her more and more of his dick. She let her tongue swirl around his dick, no longer offering any resistance. As she gave in to him, Ron began to stroke his shaft in tandem with Pam's mouth. 

"Ahhh, oh yeah! I am going to cum right in your mouth, God, yes" and then he began to spurt stream after stream of semen into her mouth, Pam tried to swallow it all, but couldn't, and he pulled out, his cock still spasming across her face. 

Pam opened her eyes slightly as she shifted one leg over the other, seeking some relief from the growing sensations her fantasy was causing between her legs. She quickly noticed Amy appeared to be asleep, and Beth was entertaining Ron, so she shut her eyes once again, and continued with her deliciously wicked thoughts. 

***

D e v o u _ _ o u _ _ o _ k. 

Ron had just guessed the letter E, and he couldn't yet figure out the puzzle. As he was deciding on his next letter to select, Beth said, "While you are thinking, maybe you can settle something for me." 

"Ah, yeah, sure." Ron replied, still trying to fill in the blanks on the paper in his lap, "What do you want to know?" 

"Well, back in the airport, Amy said she couldn't remember what ice cream flavor she had smeared on her shirt. At first she said it was vanilla," Beth paused, taking notice that Ron had quit tapping the pen on his leg, his thoughts interrupted by this new topic of conversation. 

Beth had guessed almost as soon as she felt the gooey stain on Amy's shirt it was semen, and judging from her nervous mannerisms, Beth was sure her assumption about the source of the stains was correct. 

"But when I said it didn't smell like vanilla, she said you had surprised her with some weird flavor she didn't really like, so she had thrown most of it away. I just wondered what flavor it was?" 

Ron looked up from the letters and blank spaces, meeting Beth's eyes, "Hmm, I can't really remember, it was something strange, like coconut colada I think." Ron was pleased with his quick thinking, although he thought Beth's question was a little strange. 

"I guess it could have been," Beth said, "I was just asking because when some accidentally got on my fingers, I gave it a little taste. It was really very good, and I thought I might try to find out where it came from. I would love to get some more. Do you remember the brand, or name of the place you bought it?" Beth was trying so hard not to let her face betray her as she watched Ron fidget in his seat. 

"No, I can't really remember," was about all Ron could manage to say at the moment. The thought of Beth licking his cum from his cock like an ice cream cone was the only image his mind would allow him to envision. 

"Oh well, you can't blame a girl for trying. We will be landing soon, let's try and finish this game first." Beth said as Ron tried to return his concentration back to the letters of the yet unknown phrase. 

***

Amy, oblivious to Beth's intentionally 'inadvertent' teasing of her boyfriend, was deep in her own fantasy. In her mind, Beth was towering before her and Ron, as they sat naked on the couch. 

"My goodness Amy, your boyfriend looks very happy to see you, don't you think you should return the favor." 

Amy looked from Beth, to Ron's hard dick, then back to Beth. She said to Beth, "But I have never, you know, touched a man's thing before." 

Amy liked the idea of playing the complete innocent, letting Beth teach her and Ron what to do. She looked over to see her mom still asleep, grabbed a magazine from the seat back before her and laid it across her lap. Then she slipped her left hand under her skirt to her very hot pussy. The magazine safely concealed her actions, and she began to move her index finger ever so gently across her engorged clit as her mind went back to her developing fantasy. 

"Well," Beth said, "all boys like to have their dicks sucked, don't they Ron?" 

Ron smiled, saying, "I guess so, I mean I would like to give it a try." 

"All right, so Amy, come over here on your knees between Ron's legs. Now grab his cock like this." Beth had knelt down next to her and was now firmly gripping Ron's erection. "Now, just give it a nice sloppy kiss." Amy did as Beth instructed, coating her boyfriend's prick head with her saliva. 

"Very good, now take it in your mouth." Beth said. Amy let a few inches into her mouth, then gagged slightly. Beth pulled Ron's cock from her and said, "Don't worry, it takes a lot of practice, but eventually you will be able to do it more like this." She then moved her lips up and over Ron's throbbing cock, then sank her mouth down until most of his cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. 

Ron moaned from the pleasure as Beth pulled her head back up, letting him fall from her mouth. "You try again." She said to Amy. 

Amy took a little more this time. "Very good," Beth encouraged her. She held up her ruler to Ron's cock, saying, "You took almost 4 inches that time. Try one more time and then I have something else for you to do." Amy started at Ron's balls, slowly moving her wet, slurpy kisses up higher and higher. Beth reached her hand out to grasp Ron's shaft, pulling it forward slightly to give Amy a better angle. As Amy licked and sucked gently on just the purplish head of his dick, Beth's hand began to stroke up and down his hard pole, in time with Amy's mouth. 

"Amy, go ahead and take as much as you can." Beth told her. Amy slid her lips over Ron's cock and began to press downward. Beth kept the ruler in place, giving Amy instant feedback. "Good, you've got 4 inches again, now just breathe through your nose and get used to what you have now for a few seconds. Okay, now take some more. Very good, there's 5, oh wow, now you have 6. You are a natural Amy." 

Even though Amy had never tried to deep throat Ron in real life, in her fantasy she was a real pro. She kept pushing her head down, cheered on by Beth, until her nose was buried in Ron's pubic hair. 

"Fantastic, now pull up slowly, squeezing your throat around his dick. But don't let him cum yet, I want to watch you fuck him first." Beth said, her hands now stroking Amy's hair and down across her back. 

***

D e v o u _ _ o u _  _ o _ k 

Ron was having a very hard time concentrating, given the conversation he and Beth had just had. She however seemed perfectly normal. Of course, he told himself, she would behave normally. Why would she even suspect that Ron had shot his cum across Amy's shirt. Beth obviously had no way of knowing she had tasted his jism earlier, then just told him how much she liked it. 

"Are you going to guess, or do you need a hint?" Beth asked. 

Ron, wanting to end this game quickly, asked for a hint. "OK, let's see, this is too much help, but we are running out of time. You should pick the first letter in one or our names." 

"What, you mean B?" Ron asked. Beth shook her head, and Ron then said, "Well, then how about R?" 

Beth leaned over once again to scribble two Rs into the blanks, causing Ron to squirm a little from the pressure on his crotch. 

D e v o u r _ o u r _ o _ k 

"Ready to guess yet?" she asked. 

Ron looked, only half way trying by this point, and still did not see the answer. "Nope, not yet, got another clue left?" 

Beth thought for a second, then a wonderfully devious coincidence dawned on her, "Ok, the last word starts with the first letter of the ice cream flavor I liked so much off Amy's shirt." 

Ron didn't even look up, hoping to avoid eye contact. "Mmm, you mean C?" 

"That's it," she said, and wrote in the letter. 

D e v o u r _ o u r c o _ k 

Then it hit Ron right between the eyes, or maybe more like right between the legs. She had written DEVOUR YOUR COCK as her choice for things she wanted to do on vacation. He couldn't believe she was being so forward. Besides, why would she ever want to do something like that with him, he was just an ordinary teenage boy. 

He still did not look up. Should he guess the phrase? No, he couldn't say that out loud to her, maybe he should play stupid and have her write it in. Suddenly her realized that at least this would explain some of the things she had been saying to him, like about her dress back in Miami, and ...Oh my god, he thought, what about the stain on Amy's shirt, did she know what it was afterall. 

***

Ron's mind was reeling just across the aisle from Pam even as she pictured him rubbing his fat cock across her naked breasts. She was still bound to the bed, his cum dripping down her face and neck. Pam tilted her head upward to see that Ron's cock was still as hard as ever. 

He grinned at her once her eyes looked up to his face, "So, are you ready to get fucked now, tease?" 

"No, Ron you can't. What we have done is bad enough, you can't stick that in me." She said without much real conviction, looking back to Ron's cock as he continued to rub it back and forth across her erect nipples. 

"Sorry, but this is what happens when you tease, you eventually get fucked!" Ron smiled, and began to slide down her body. She tried to wiggle from beneath him, but he pressed his legs between hers and forced them apart. His cock slid down her slippery belly, and then the shaft moved directly toward the puffy lips of her pussy. He increased the pressure as he moved it down, over her clit and into her hot crevice of her cunt. 

Pam had quit struggling as his fat cock head pressed against her clit. Her body began to respond almost at once, her hips moving against him, seeking out his young cock. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 02



***

D e v o u r _ o u r c o _ k 

"Surely you can guess it now." Beth said. It was obvious he had drawn the conclusion she had hoped for, not noticing she had not written the second C required to spell the word cock. 

"Um, well, I could guess, but I am not certain, maybe if you would give me one more clue." Ron said, deciding to stall until he could devise a plan of action. 

Beth, just as she had rehearsed only seconds earlier in her mind, said, "All right,. let's see,.. oh, I know, this is something I can't wait to do, I believe you will like it, I doubt Amy will appreciate it much, but Pam already told me she wants to do it too." 

Beth watched as Ron's head seemed to snap around involuntarily in response to what she had just said. 

"What's wrong Ron, you look kind of funny? Do you feel ill?" Beth gave him her best look of complete innocence. 

Beth's statement began to register with him. Pam wants to do it too. Surely this was just some big joke. He looked over toward Pam and Amy to see if they were in on it, but they both appeared to be catching up on their sleep. 

***

Amy was now envisioning Beth, holding Ron's prick at its base, as she directed Amy to swing her leg across his lap, her ass facing Ron. "Now, just lay back on Ron's chest and I will get you both ready so this will go smoothly." 

Amy did as Beth told her, her body sliding down until Ron's dick poked up from between her legs, as if she now had a penis of her own. Her engorged labia slid against his shaft as if trying to grasp it. Beth crawled up between their legs, still gripping Ron's cock like a weapon. She moved it from side to side, causing Amy to squirm from the contact with her clit. 

"Ok Ron, now reach under here and grab Amy's ass," Beth guided Ron's hands to where she wanted them. Now slide her up your body a few inches. As her torso was pulled further up Ron's sweaty stomach and chest, Amy could feel her clit tracing up the length of his cock, as Beth pressed it firmly against her very wet cunt. Once the opening to Amy's pussy was poised above Ron's blood filled cock, Beth began to deliberately alternate between rubbing the head against her clit, then firmly pressing it back down to Amy's aching cunt, slowly stretching her tight opening to accommodate his prick. 

Amy's finger was providing the pressure her mind was deriving from Ron, with Beth's help. She slyly looked to make sure she was not being noticed. Her mom was still asleep, and Beth and Ron were too engrossed in their game to notice her. Satisfied she could continue unobserved, she resumed the pressure from her hand, and let her mind go back to Ron and Beth. 

***

D e v o u r _ o u r c o _ k 

"Surely you have it now." Beth said as Ron continued to stare at the paper on his lap. When he didn't respond, she said, "All right, one more clue. No one can cook it as good as in the Bahamas." 

Ron had still been struggling to decipher the events of the day, from this new perspective of Beth admitting she wanted to suck his dick, when what she had just said registered with him. "Huh? What does a Bahamian cook have to do with, well, with your puzzle?" 



***

Pam could almost feel Ron's big dick poised to enter her needy body. She was pressing her pelvis upward to him as best she could, but her restraints kept her from getting what she desperately wanted. 

"Tell me you want it" Ron said in a smug tone, completely foreign to anything he would do in real life. 

"I want it." Pam did as he asked. 

"No, I mean beg me for my cock. If I don't think you mean it, I won't let you have any, not even the first inch." Ron tormented her. 

"Ron, please, I need your cock so bad, I am on fire, please fuck me with your lovely, long fat cock." 

"That's more like it." Ron said as he pressed his prick ever so slowly into Pam's hungry cunt. 

***

Having already drawn him in completely, Beth knew she had to totally crush any thoughts Ron had been having about her purposely coming on to him. Even if he still suspected it, as long as she kept him off balance enough, she could continue to safely have her fun with him all week long. The last thing she wanted was for him to think he could make some awkward move on her. She wouldn't fuck Ron for all the obvious complications it would cause, plus, if she was going to have sex this week, she would seek out a real man, not some teenager with a little cock ready to explode the moment she touched it. 

"Well, it has everything to do with it, unless you like your Conk uncooked." 

Ron looked at her with a puzzled expression as she said, "Devour Sour Conk" That's what I was talking about, I thought you had it figured out by now. You've never had sour conk? It's kind of like sweet and sour pork, but make with fresh conk straight from the ocean." 

"If you didn't think it was that, what were you going to guess?" Beth asked, leaning over Ron's lap, pretending to examine the puzzle. 

"Oh, nothing really, just some wild guess." Ron said, now feeling like a complete idiot for the thoughts he had been having. 

"Oh my God!" Beth said in feigned outrage, "Did you think I had meant to Devour Your, well, your, well you know what I mean. Did you really think I would write that?" 

"No. I mean.well not really, but it just made sense, with the clues and all." As soon as he said it, Ron wanted to take it back. 

***

Amy's fingers, along with the kinky fantasy playing out in her mind, had her approaching an orgasm, right there on the plane, sitting next to her mother. 

Amy felt Beth guide his cock further inside her as she said to Ron, "Move your hands back up and play with her tits, I will take over from here." Beth's hands quickly replaced Ron's on Amy's ass. She allowed Amy's body to slip further downward, deliberately impaling itself over Ron's dick. Once Amy had taken most of its length, Beth began to push her back up until only Ron's head remained clutched in Amy's pussy. 

Amy could look down and see Beth lean over to take Ron's balls in her lips, sucking and licking over them as she again let Amy move back down on his hard rod. This continued for several minutes, with Ron and Amy both quickly approaching orgasm. Beth once again guided Amy up to the tip of Ron's cock, only this time she allowed her tongue to follow Amy's cunt up Ron's shaft, licking up their combined juices. Amy watched in anticipation as Beth's hands again began to pull her back down, only Beth did not move her face with Amy's body. Beth kept her tongue pressed firmly on Ron's shaft as it disappeared inside Amy. First Beth's nose pressed into and past Amy's clit, followed closely by her ever-active tongue. 

Amy's finger was still working feverishly beneath her skirt, imagining Beth sucking on her pussy while Ron's fat dick pounded in and out. Amy opened her eyes as she heard Beth and Ron's muffled voices from across the aisle, but neither of them seemed to notice her. Her mom was still asleep, although she was squirming around some as if she were having a bad dream. She envisioned Beth once again, flicking her tongue all around her pussy as Ron's dick slipped in and out, in and out. 

Amy's body tensed in the window seat, as she had one of the most intense orgasms of her young life. 

***

Beth suppressed a grin, realizing she couldn't have planned for a better reaction from Ron. "Do you mean what I said about me and Pam loving to eat conk, my guess that you would like it, but that Amy couldn't eat it because of her reaction to some shell fish.?" 

Beth began to laugh, making Ron want to crawl under his seat he was so embarrassed. "You must really think a lot of yourself, imagining all us women chasing after you like that." Beth said between bursts of laughter. 

***

Pam heard Beth laughing across the aisle, but she didn't open her eyes. She was too busy having her fantasy persona plead for her daughter's boyfriend to fuck her. 

Ron pushed his cock further, tugging at Pam's swollen lips at he pressed the head into her opening, "Oh yes, please fuck me wi..." 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are making our final approach to the Grand Bahama Airport, please return your seat to their upright position." 

Pam was taken from her wonderful fantasy by the voice of the flight attendant. It is just as well, she told herself, even if she was more frustrated now than before. She shouldn't be picturing such lurid acts anyway. Thinking such thoughts about Ron can only cause her frustration to rise higher and higher. It would be best if she keep him out of her mind concerning her sexual fantasies. She would just have to act normal around him, pretending she didn't even realize her ass had been grinding into his big, long, thick, teenage cock when they boarded the plane. 

***

As the plane touched ground, Beth looked over at a still obviously sheepish Ron, saying to him, "Don't worry Ron, I won't tell Amy or Pam those nasty little thoughts you were having earlier. I think your willingness to be my personal cabana boy this week should be enough to keep my mouth shut, maybe." Beth giggled slightly, not sure if Ron even noticed her emphasis on the words, 'keep my mouth shut', tussled his hair as she had in the airport, and turned to speak to Pam. 

As they prepared to exit the plane, Pam vowed once again to make every effort to keep her mind free from the recent, perverted thoughts she had been having. 

Amy, her thighs slippery from her recent orgasm, had already licked her fingers clean, wondering briefly if all women tasted the same. She couldn't wait to get Ron alone and have some seriously nasty fun. 

Beth, increasingly horny herself, was satisfied in the manner she had totally mind-fucked young Ron. She had her mind busy planning some more interesting ways she would be able to "inadvertently" or "accidentally" tease him. Plus, the way Pam and Ron had each reacted to their forced friction, maybe she could arrange a few unavoidable encounters for them over the coming week as well. 

Ron, having quickly positioned his carry on bag, once again required to conceal his seemingly perpetually swollen cock, was walking in a daze. He was equal parts confusion, embarrassment, and hard on. And Spring Break had only just begun. 

More to come.



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 03



Their trip from the airport to the resort was uneventful. Ron had managed to not touch, rub, or think indecent thoughts, about Pam, Beth, or Amy for that matter. Even though he knew he was "allowed" to lust for Amy, given the propensity for his hair-trigger penis to fire to attention, he felt it best to avoid any distracting thoughts for the time being. 

Their beach front resort was quite nice, with extensive grounds, pools, bars, etc. Their room, however, had been purchased with a budget in mind. It was a one-room efficiency unit. It was nice and clean, but not very big. The front room consisted of one double bed, a sofa bed, and a roll away cot leaning against the wall. The back of the unit was split, with the bathroom on the left, and a kitchenette to the right. There was a sliding door from the tiny kitchen to a cozy patio, which then connected directly to the pool area. 

"Well, this is not what I expected. The travel agent said it was a two room unit that slept five." Pam stated in a slightly irritated tone. "I had planned on you having a room to yourself Ron. I am going to the front desk to see if I can straighten this out." 

"Well, technically it is two rooms," Beth said before volunteering to go with her, and as they walked along the path that led to the office, she said to Pam, "Do you really think it is best to give Ron a room to himself?" 

Pam's thoughts immediately went to the two previous incidents with Ron, remembering the way his engorged dick had looked as it pulsed only inches from her face in the back seat of her car. And then how long and hard it had felt pressed into her back on the plane, as she had been forced to grind her body into his excitable young penis. She reminded herself again of her vow to avoid any more awkward situations with her daughter's boyfriend, and she knew having the four of them share one room was not the best way to accomplish her goal. 

Beth's voice brought Pam back from her brief day dream, shaking the lurid thoughts from her mind. "Are you ok? You seemed to be a million miles away." 

"Um, yeah, my mind just wandered for a second." Pam replied. "Don't you think it would be more proper to give him a bedroom of his own?" 

Beth, to the contrary, had been delighted with the accommodations. She knew at once her prick teasing thrills would be just that much easier to attain with Ron sharing their room. "More proper, maybe, but also more potential privacy for Ron and Amy. I can just imagine the late night 'movies' they would watch, or the afternoon 'naps' they would take , if you follow my drift." 

"Oh Beth, Amy and Ron would never...I mean...Do you really think I should be concerned about them in that way?" Pam asked the question, even as the image of her petite daughter bouncing up and down on Ron's huge dick flashed through her brain. Unexpectedly, Pam could feel a tingling between her legs, even as she forced the graphic picture of the two teens from her thoughts. 

"Oh come on Pam, are you that old already? I mean your daughter is turning out to be just as sexy as you are, and you can't convince me you haven't noticed how good looking Ron is." Beth said, neglecting to tell her friend about the telltale cum stains Amy had managed to get on her shirt at the Miami airport. 

Beth was paying particular attention to Pam, as she looked up a little to quickly, eager to deny having ever noticed Ron in that manner, "No, I haven't really paid much attention to him. I guess he is kind of cute, for a teenager that is. You are right about Amy though, I see men giving her lustful looks all the time now. I don't know why Ron would be any different." Pam answered, convincing herself, with Beth's help, that she couldn't let Amy be alone in a bedroom with Ron's giant dick. 

Just a few steps from the office door, Pam and Beth turned back to their room, each convinced everyone would be best served by leaving the sleeping arrangements as they were. 

()()() 

As soon as Pam and Beth had left the room for the office, Amy had grabbed Ron by the neck, pulled him to his knees and lifted her dress to reveal her bare pussy. He pushed her back onto the bed and began to lick up and down her wet lips. Ron wanted to ask her about the conversation he had with Beth on the plane concerning the 'ice cream' stains, but Amy was pulling his head so urgently into her crotch, he couldn't have spoken if he had to. 

"I have ..been wanting your... face between ...my ...legs....ooooh... for the last 24 hours. I am.....ahhh..... so horny I.....mmm.... might explode, God ...that.... feels... good!" Amy's words escaped between her labored breathing. 

Ron, somewhat taken aback by Amy's aggressiveness, was licking and sucking on her as best he could, and only because Amy heard her mom and Beth outside the window at the last possible second were they able to disengage before being caught. Ron dove, stomach down, onto the bed just before the door opened, safely concealing his cock as it had began to swell and grow yet again. Amy, still breathing heavily, made her way to the kitchen area to fix a glass of water. 

After Pam explained there were no other rooms available, Amy grabbed her swimsuit from her suitcase and said, "Ron and I are going to explore the beach for a while, as soon as we get on our suits, ok?" 

"Sure honey, maybe Beth and I will catch up to you later." Pam said, as she began to help Beth unpack, placing their various belongings in the dresser drawers. 

Ron knew he had only a few minutes before Amy came from the bathroom, and he would have to get up from the bed to go change. As much as he wanted to admire Pam and Beth as they went about unpacking, he shut his eyes instead, hoping his swollen cock would subside enough to avoid another embarrassing situation. 

He had tried to act natural around Pam since their forced friction on the plane, and he was thankful she now seemed perfectly normal. Maybe all the commotion and movement when they were in the aisle had distracted her from even noticing what had happened. Ron decided that if he accepted that as an explanation, it would make it easier for him to look her in the eye for the rest of the trip. 

Amy was taking a long time, and as Ron was replaying Steve McNair's last gasp drive against the Rams, reliving the frustration he had felt on Super Bowl Sunday, his cock began to soften and shrink. He moved quickly on to recalling his own stats from his most recent basketball season, now making some real progress toward a flaccid cock, when he heard Beth's voice. 

"Wow Pam, you sure do have some sexy undies here." Beth taunted, holding up several of Pam's bras and panties for all to see. 

"Beth! Give me those right now." Pam demanded of her friend. Pam had never been much for frilly lingerie, but Dave's recent invitation to have Amy meet his new, much younger girlfriend had put Pam in a funk. As a pick-me-up, she had gone shopping at Victoria's Secret. At this very moment she was regretting having done so. 

Holding up a yellow, demi-cup bra and matching lace panties, Beth pranced around the room, saying "Hubba, hubba, check out my sexy friend here Ron, I bet you didn't know your girlfriend's mom had such a naughty side, did you?" 

Ron just grinned sheepishly, deciding the best thing to do here was nothing. He laughed as Pam began to chase Beth around the small room, attempting to grab the garments from her. After a few seconds, Pam managed to push Beth to the couch, only a few feet away from Ron's position on the bed. Pam threw one leg across Beth's lap as her friend held the bra and panty, one in each hand, up as high over her head as possible. Pam leaned forward and stretched up in an attempt to retrieve her things. She didn't even realize how her dress was pulling higher and higher up her thighs, threatening to reveal a portion of her bubbly ass cheeks at any moment. 

Beth had a good idea of the image they were providing young Ron. Beth's dress had been scooched up when Pam crawled onto her lap, and as she slid down further beneath Pam, she could feel her hemline pull up across her upper thighs. She then purposely spread her legs ever so slightly, hoping Ron was paying attention for a quick shot of her panty covered pussy. 

Just as Pam grabbed both items from her, Beth reached around and briefly pulled up Pam's dress, exposing her black thong and bare cheeks to Ron's gaze. "Hey Ron, is she wearing anything sexy and lacy today?" Beth said between fits of laughter as Pam semi-playfully punched her in the arm, and got up from the couch. 

"Damn it Beth, you can't do stuff like that." Pam said, genuinely pissed at her friend. 

"Oh, come on Pam, if we are all four going to be roomies this week, we can't be carrying around a load of false modesty. Ron's going to see more of us in our bikinis that what just happened, besides, it is no big deal, right Ron?" 

"Uh, well...No, not at all, I hardly saw anything, really." Ron lied, hoping they could not tell how utterly impressed he had been with the brief glimpse he had gotten of Pam's luscious ass. 

At that moment, Amy come from the bathroom, and said, "What in the world is going on out here? It sounded like a herd of buffalo just went through." She looked at the other two women, each breathing hard. 

"Oh, your mom got all goofy because I showed Ron her new underwear." Beth said. 

Ron was attempting to slip unnoticed into the bathroom to change when Amy said, "It's no biggie mom, Ron has enough Victoria Secret catalogs in his room, I doubt it is anything he hasn't seen before." He stopped, and began to deny her allegations, when Amy went on, barely able to suppress her laughter, "Only kidding, sorry Ron." 

As the three women chuckled at Ron's expense, he locked the door behind him, and began to undress. As he emptied his pockets, he found Amy's forgotten purple panties. The recent images of Pam and Beth wrestling on the couch prompted him to rub the panties over his hardening dick. He imagined himself on the couch with the older women, fucking one, then pulling out and having his cock sucked by the other. In a matter of seconds he spewed a big load of cum all over Amy's already soiled panties. He quickly shoved them deep in his suitcase, pulled on his swimming trunks, and went to join Amy for a stroll down the beach. 

()()() 

After about 30 minutes of strolling up, then back down the beach, Amy was as horny as ever. College students on spring break were all over the beach, and Amy noticed how many of the older guys were giving her the once over, even as she walked past them holding Ron's hand. Her bikini was no more revealing than most other girls on the beach, although there were more than a few wearing thongs, some even topless. 

She liked the fact that college guys were checking her out, and she didn't even mind Ron looking at the co-eds. She knew he would be more than ready for some fun as soon as they could be alone, not that he needed any additional motivation with the way Beth and her mom were behaving. She couldn't really explain it, but she found herself enjoying the thought of Ron being all hot and bothered, watching him trying to hide his hard dick from the others. But, as another group of guys turned to follow her down the beach, she also began to understand the things she had heard Beth tell her mom before, about how exciting it was to be a tease. 

As they got closer to their resort, Ron had finally decided not to tell Amy about everything that had happened on the plane with Beth. She would probably think he was just imagining things Beth had never intended, besides, he wasn't exactly sure what had taken place himself. 

"Let's go back to the room, maybe they are up there on the beach somewhere by now, and you can pick up where you were earlier." Amy said, smiling seductively at Ron. 

He readily agreed, but as they got to the resort pool, Amy spotted her mom and Beth lounging near the patio to their room, happily sipping on Bahama Mama Rum drinks, and soaking up some sun. 

"I am so hot for your tongue right now Ron," She whispered, trying to think of a plan, "Okay, we'll say you want to take a nap cause you're still tired from our trip, and I am going to explore the other end of the beach. I will double back around to the front door and sneak in to join you." 

Again Ron agreed, and as Amy explained all this to her mom, Ron took the opportunity to admire both women from behind his mirrored shades. Beth and Pam were both wearing fairly normal two piece suits, but their bodies were anything but normal. They were each reclining back on a lounge chair. He knew he should be trying to keep his vow of avoiding such lustful temptations, but for their age, hell for any age, their boobs looked fantastic. Not so firm to look like implants, but there was not the droopy quality that Ron had noticed before on many older women. He had once again abandoned his attempt at restraint, and was trying to check out the clingy material covering Beth's crotch when Amy kissed him on the cheek, telling him to go and have a good nap. 

He went through the patio doors, past the small kitchen, and straight to the bathroom. Ron had remembered the small window there from earlier. He twirled the slender rod hanging down by the window frame, slowly opening the mini-blinds until he could clearly view the women who had unknowingly kept his cock hard for the better part of the last 18 hours. 

Ron had intended to only get a nice, long, uninterrupted look at Beth and Pam as they sunbathed 10 feet from the window. But, as he admired their bodies, he could not resist slipping his trunks down and touching his prick. Touching quickly became squeezing, then stroking, and before long Ron was rapidly jacking off to the sexy pair outside the bathroom window. He was so intent on trying to cum before Amy got back, (he knew getting it up again for her would be no problem at all, and besides, he might last a little longer when Amy wrapped her soft lips around him), he didn't hear her come in the front door. Only when the bathroom door begin to open did Ron realize she had gotten back from the beach. He managed to turn from the window before she entered the room, but his trunks around his ankles, and his hard cock in his hand could not be hidden. 

"Ron, did you start without me?" Amy said, half smiling, and staring at his erection. 

"Just a little," he said, grinning at Amy as she carelessly flung the door closed behind her, leaving it open an inch or so. She shimmed out of her bikini as he said, "I wanted to be good and ready for you." 

"Well, I hope your tongue is good and ready for me, you have to go down on me before you get any relief." Amy responded, briefly squeezing his dick as she hopped up to sit on the back of the toilet tank. She then spread her legs and softly stroked her hand across her already wet pussy, "Come and kneel before me, Slave." Amy said in her best authoritative voice. 

Ron readily did as she instructed, and as he began to lick and kiss on Amy's thighs, she noticed for the first time her ability to see Beth and her mom sunning just outside the window. "This is perfect Ron, I can watch mom and Beth while you, mmm, while you do me, and that way we can have some.....ah, mmmm, .... warning before they come back inside." 

Ron just moaned his consent to her plan as he continued to nibble and suck on her swelling clit. Amy was still peering out the window when it hit her that Ron had been doing the exact same thing when she had surprised him just moments earlier. He had been masturbating, staring at Beth, ....and her mom for that matter. Her initial reaction was to confront him, but he tongue felt so good, she didn't want to stop him right now. Besides, as Amy continued to look outside, she knew she couldn't blame Ron at all. Beth and her mom had better bodies than anyone Amy had seen on the beach all day, as attested by the fact that every guy at the pool had turned their chairs to an angle that afforded them a better view of the sexy 35 year old divorcees. As Beth knelt next to her mom, her ass swaying gently as she applied sunscreen to Pam's back, Amy thought the guy sitting nearest her, with his wife and kids, was going to start stroking himself on the spot, that is until his wife's sharp slap to his arm redirected his gaze. 

Amy watched as Beth's near perfect breasts swayed only inches above her mother's exquisitely pronounce ass cheeks, her hands rubbing up and down the back of Pam's legs. Amy couldn't help but flash back to her fantasy from the plane, and as soon as she pictured Beth's lips wrapping around her pulsing clit, her body began to quiver. She clutched Ron's hair, pressing his face more firmly into her dripping pussy. Her orgasm overtook her as she kept her eyes locked on Beth's hands gliding up and down her mother's body. 

In their brief sexual history, Ron had never seen Amy cum so hard. He was quickly becoming a big fan of eating pussy. His face was covered with her juices and he savored her taste as he rose from between Amy's legs. "I would really love to do it with you, right now." Ron said to her as she slumped against the wall, her legs still invitingly splayed open. His rock hard dick was at just the right angle to sink between her slippery lips. All he needed to do was take one step to her, and he could be inside. 

"Oh, Ron, I want to too, but, ....well....you look so big and hard, ....I just don't see how women can do it. I am kind of scared, you understand?" Amy truthfully explained. She had been thinking about having sex with Ron since the plane, but she knew how much she had to stretch her mouth to get his thick head past her lips. She just couldn't imagine his dick pressing inside her pussy. 

Ron took a step toward her, leaning closer to kiss Amy's lips. "Sure, I mean, I guess I understand." As he spoke, he allowed his throbbing member to press against Amy's flat, sweaty stomach. Her hand automatically grasped the thick shaft, and she looked at Ron's cock. 

"Look how big it is in my hand. It turns me on and makes me scared at the same time. Now look how big it looks down there." Amy guided Ron's cock head down to her still pulsating labia. The slick lips allowing her to press his head down closer to her opening. The head was throbbing a deep purple as blood rushed forward to greet her pussy. 

"Maybe we could just try a little?" Ron pleaded. 

"Well, just push it against me a little, let's see how it goes." Amy said just before Ron began to press his engorged cock into her slit. "See what I mean, if I could get the tip in, I think, maybe, ... I could handle the shaft,...but for God's sake Ron, look how your head is stretching my opening." 

For as badly as Ron wanted to disagree with Amy and press onward, he had to agree. Her tight pussy looked to be stretched wide, and only half of his mushroomed cockhead was wedged into her hot, wet opening. She would have to stretch more to let the rest of the head past. 

"Sorry Ronnie babe, I just don't think I am ready yet," Amy said as she pushed his prick away. "Take my seat up here and I will give you my best blow job, ok?" 

Even though he was disappointed, Ron admitted to himself he was kind of scared too. He didn't want their first time to be a bad experience, for either of them. He was more than happy to take his seat on the back of the toilet, as Amy place her hands on his thighs and began to lightly kiss all around his tortured cock. 

He was watching Amy's lips wrap around about two thirds of his dick head, her tongue snaking out to attack the exposed flesh, when Amy suddenly pulled away. Grasping his shaft at the base, she said, "You have to watch out the window so we don't get caught, all right?" 

Ron agreed, realizing it was likely a once in a lifetime opportunity to peer at your girlfriend's sexy mom sunbathing, while her daughter gave you a blowjob a mere ten feet away. Pam was still on her stomach, her ass pointed directly at the bathroom window. It was quite a sight to behold. The purple fabric stretched tightly across her incredibly firm derriere, allowing 1/3 of each cheek to be exposed to the sun. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 03



Ron was concentrating on Pam, and did not even realize Amy had yet to resume her blowjob, when she said, "Ron, I will suck you some more, I promise, but first, would you... I mean ..." she slowly stroked Ron's cock as she searched for the right words, "I would kind of like to watch, .....ah, well,....you know, watch you do yourself." 

"What? You mean...., no, quit fooling around," Ron said, taken aback by Amy's request. 

Nope, I am serious, I want you to jack off while I watch. And I want you to look out the window while you do it so mom or Beth won't come in and catch us" Amy said, determined that since she had gotten the courage to express this desire to him, she was intent on having Ron comply. She wanted to tell him she was getting some kind of perverted thrill, knowing he had been jacking off while watching her mom and Beth, but she was afraid of his reaction. "Please." She continued her sweetest, sexiest voice. 

"You are really twisted, aren't you?" he said with an accommodating smile, "But I will do whatever you want." Ron then grasped his still hard prick and began to slowly stroke it, taking delight in the obviously pleased reaction on Amy's face. 

"Don't watch me, you have to look out the window." She said, glad to see Ron obey her wishes. 

He glanced back down at Amy, now leaning against the wall, her fingers actively playing with her soaked pussy. Encouraged by her body language, he decided to do what she had asked. As he looked back out the window, he was disappointed to see Amy and Beth making their way to the pool. He admired the view they presented strolling to the water, as did every other male, and some females lounging nearby. 

"Umm, keep going Ron, I feel so dirty, but this is really getting me hot." Amy cooed as she watched her boyfriend jack off while almost certainly thinking about her mother. She surpressed a little giggle as she momentarily thought about the therapist that would one day hear this story, but Amy quickly pushed Dr Freud from her brain and continued to watch Ron's hand move steadily up and down his thick cock. 

As Amy's fingers began to bring her closer to a second orgasm, she closed her eyes, and even though part of her felt like some kind of sicko pervert, she allowed her mind to picture a naked Ron rubbing sun tan oil over her mother's body. She pictured Ron's hard cock sliding up and back between the firm cheeks of her mom's ass. 

Ron couldn't see Pam and Beth very well in the water, so he turned his attention back to his girlfriend, obviously nearing another orgasm. He watched her for several seconds. She looked so amazingly sexy, leaning against the wall, her legs spread open, with both hands now working rapidly across her wet pussy. "God, you look so hot right now" Ron said, unable to keep his observation to himself. 

"Ron, you can't stop looking outside, or we could get busted." Amy said, a little irritated at having her fantasy interrupted. 

Ron did as she asked, pleased to see Beth emerging from the pool, her body glistening as the water cascaded down across her lovely boobs and past her flat stomach. He couldn't located Pam in the pool, but he didn't really care at the moment, as Beth stretched back out on the lounge chair and began to rub oil into her skin. 

()()() 

Pam had barely gotten submersed in the warm pool water when she realized the Bahama Mamas had begun to have an effect on her. Not only was she feeling a little tipsy, but her bladder was calling for some relief. She left Beth swimming laps as she quickly made her way back to the bathroom. She quietly slipped through the patio sliding door, hoping not to awaken Ron from his nap. Pam didn't see him on the bed, but in her rum-induced determination to reach the bathroom, she just assumed he must have gone out the front door. 

As she made her way to the bathroom door, Pam heard a muffled moan come through the partially opened door. Even as she told herself she should turn and go back outside, she crept closer, until she could peer through the small crack of space between the door and frame. Only a portion of the bathroom was visible to her, but her line of sight allowed her to see Ron perfectly, sitting on the back of the toilet, masturbating while he stared out the partially open blinds. 

As her eyes locked onto Ron's penis, Pam stifled an audible gasp just before it left her lips. His hand was rapidly stroking up from the fat base of the shaft, to the purplish, engorged head. It looked even bigger then she had imagined from her previous encounters with him. 

Pam's mind was reeling from conflicting signals. She knew the right, moral thing to do was to turn and leave. She certainly didn't need to be watching Ron jacking off, especially given the frustrating temptations that had already been presented to her on this trip. Her body, on the other hand, was urging her mind to stay and watch. The thrill of peeping on young Ron as he stroked his cock, unknowingly putting on quite a display for his girlfriend's mother, was ultimately an opportunity Pam could not resist. She continued to watch as Ron peered out the window, his cock almost frightening in it's size and apparent firmness. The realization that Ron was obviously watching Beth as he stroked himself came to Pam slowly. Furthermore, if he was watching Beth, he had most likely been looking at her as well. The thought of Ron fantasizing about her while he jacked off increased Pam's excitement level even further, and she instinctively slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms to provide some relief to the heat building between her legs. 

"Ah,...I....can't.....last.......much....longer" Ron said as his hand continued its assault on his fat cock. 

Pam found Ron's self-proclamation a little unusual, but was glad to have some advanced warning, and she leaned in closer to the door, hoping to get an even better view. It was at that moment that she saw Amy's hand enter her field of vision, and wrap around Ron's shaft. Pam's feet seemed glued to the floor as she saw her teenage daughter's nude body emerge from her previously hidden position on the floor, opposite Ron. Amy quickly positioned herself so that she was sitting astride the toilet seat, her face only inches from his throbbing cock. Her second hand joined the first, and nudged Ron's fingers completely out of the way. 

Pam's mind was a quagmire of emotion. Should she barge in and break up what was happening, or should she turn and slip away quietly, then confront Amy later, or should she confront her at all? It all seemed like too much to sort out so quickly. Or maybe....she should stay and watch, that way she would know if they were merely engaging in some heavy petting, or if they intended to have sex, at which time she would of course intervene. Discreetly watching would help let her know exactly how to handle things later. Her body's reaction to the scene before her was lobbying heavily for the 'stay and watch' option. Pam's rationalization was an attempt to deny she was watching because she was getting some perverse thrill from seeing her petite daughter tugging on Ron's dick, but she knew deep down it was true. Her fingers had quit their activity beneath her bikini bottom as she struggled with what action to take, but she had not pulled her hand away from her damp pussy. As Pam saw her daughter lean forward and lick the engorged head of Ron's cock, her fingers began to move once again. 

"Oh yeah,.....cum in my mouth baby." Amy urged Ron on, "but don't stop watching Beth and my mom, I don't want to have them walk in and catch us." 

Ron, having previously looked down to admire his gorgeous girlfriend as she stroked and licked on his cock, did as she asked, and peered back out toward the pool. He still didn't see Pam lounging next to Beth, but he was certain she could not have snuck by him so quickly, and assuming she was still in the pool, concentrated on Beth. 

Amy's hands were firmly tugging back and forth on Ron's cock as her lips locked over his head. She began to swirl her tongue on the underside of his penis. She had discovered he really seemed to respond when she touched him there. As her tongue did its job, she sucked relentlessly on the head, feeling it swell even more in her mouth. 

Pam's fingers were quickly bringing her to orgasm, promising to offer some relief from the intense sexual frustration that had begun to consume her. The deliciously naughty temptations she had been inadvertently subjected to by Ron had driven her to the point she was willing to peep on her own daughter sucking his fat dick. She knew she would battle with her conscience later, but for the moment, she allowed herself to let go, and continue to finger her hot pussy as she waited to watch Ron cum in Amy's mouth. 

She didn't have to wait long, as Ron exclaimed, "Don't stop Amy, I...am....cumming......agh.....Now! Keep sucking on me....Agh" 

Pam wanted to scream, "Yes, keep sucking on him." But she kept quiet, even as she leaned hard against the wall, her own orgasm coinciding with Ron's. She managed to keep quiet, but it was a real struggle. Her legs felt weak as another wave of pleasure overcame her. 

Amy tried to prepare herself, and she managed to swallow more than usual, but eventually it was more than she could take. She pulled away from Ron's still spasming cock, as it continued to spurt across her neck and chest. 

Pam wanted to watch Amy lick Ron clean, but she forced herself to retreat back to the patio before she was spotted. As soon as she stepped outside, Beth said, "My god Pam, what's wrong with you, you look like you saw a ghost or something." 

"Or something is more like it," Pam knew she should probably not tell Beth what she had seen, but there was no way she could make up a lie so quickly, and she knew Beth would not relent until she confessed as to what caused her to look so shaken. "I just saw Amy giving Ron a blowjob." 

Beth spun around to sit on the edge of her lounge chair, "You What?!" 

"You heard me," Pam replied, still trying to regain her composure. Her bikini bottoms were sticking to her soaking wet pussy, and she just hoped Beth wouldn't notice. 

"You watched your daughter suck her boyfriend's dick, Wow, that is perverted, even for me." Beth said with an awkward laugh. 

Beth's reaction put Pam on the defensive, "No,... I mean,.. I didn't mean to...you know...watch her, I didn't even know she was in the room at first. It was just Ron, by himself, doing, well, you know." 

"You mean he was jacking off? And you were going to watch him?" Beth inquired with a slight smirk, getting more and more interested in Pam's tale. 

Beth watched as Pam gave her a sheepish look, saying, "Well, it wasn't intentional, it's just that the bathroom door was open a crack, and before I realized what was happening, I saw him going at it, looking out the window and then I jus...." 

"Wait a minute," Beth interrupted, "Ron was looking out the window, at me? Do you think he was watching me?" 

"Yeah, he was watching both of us, at least before I went inside, Amy was making him watch us so they wouldn't get caught." Pam explained. 

"Well, that plan didn't work too well, now did it? Then what...?" Beth asked, wanting to hear more. 

"Well, it was only a few seconds, and I was getting ready to leave," Pam lied, carefully omitting the action her fingers had taken beneath her bikini, "when Amy came from out of my line of sight, and started to, well, to use her hands on him. I wanted to leave, but her little hands make him look so big and hard, I couldn't decide what to do. I didn't want to leave and let him try and put his dick in her, it would have hurt her for sure, it was just so big." Pam said, her brain drifting off to a mental image of Amy's tiny hands wrapped around Ron's fat dick. "So I waited until I knew what they were going to do for sure." 

Beth, trying not to appear to anxious, said, "It was that big, really, I mean, how big exactly do you think?" 

"Beth! I am not telling you this so you can get the dimensions of Ron's privates, I need to decide what to say to Amy. I need to take some time to sort through this right now.... But I will tell you, it was the biggest I have ever seen." 

Pam leaned back on her lounge chair, her mind trying to purge itself of the sexual aura that seemed to engulf her since they left Nashville. She shut her eyes, and began to work through the options on how to deal with her daughter, oblivious to the numerous male eyes that were lustily admiring her. 

Beth, as always, was acutely aware of the reaction she elicited from the men and boys around her. She deliberately adjusted her bikini bottom, pulling it up tight across her puffy lips. Pam's story had made Beth hot and she felt like putting on a tiny exhibition for her admirers. Knowing that Ron was evidently well hung, although she tended to discount Pam's ability to adequately compare, and had been jacking off while watching her was exciting. Plus, Pam's flustered reaction to having spied on Ron, coupled with their encounter Beth had observed on the plane, was causing her to dream up some apparently innocent, yet potentially erotic scenarios that might force both Pam and Ron to 'interact' against their will. And even if she couldn't orchestrate those fantasies, she was thinking of several options available to continue to tempt young Ron, and his potentially impressive cock. 

More to Come.....



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 04



As the afternoon wore on, the all night drive down seemed to be catching up with everyone. Beth suggested they just throw on some clothes and go to the hotel restaurant for a quick, easy dinner. Pam had managed to put on a good front around Amy and Ron, but over dinner, as she had her second margarita, visions of Amy wrapping her lips around Ron's cock began to invade her mind. 

Ron hadn't been around either Pam or Beth much since they got to the island, and he was glad. Even though no one had really even gotten cleaned up before dinner, they both looked sexy as always. The only problem was that Ron felt like Beth could read his mind whenever he looked at her or Pam, ever since he managed to totally embarrass himself with her playing Hang Man. 

Beth was wearing a short blue jean skirt, and a steel blue halter type blouse that hugged her impressive, and obviously braless, tits. Pam was acting a little funny, and Ron was afraid she was mad at him because of what happened on the plane. As they sat at the table, Pam crossed her legs, and began to bounce her foot and calf up and down, in the absent minded way so many women seem to do. Her white sandals dangled from her tanned foot, threatening to fall off with each smooth movement of her leg. The shorts Pam had worn allowed her entire leg to be exposed to Ron, as it just screamed out for him to gaze at the tanned, toned, shapely skin, and as he did, his cock once again began to swell. 

Mercifully, dinner came to an end. Ron wondered how he would ever survive the remaining week when he had gotten to the point where he couldn't even sit through an innocent dinner without getting a hard-on for his girlfriend's mother. He had to get control of his thoughts, or he would surely do something to really embarrass himself. 

Everyone was tired, but not entirely ready to end their first day on the island. As they passed the hotel casino, Pam suggested they stop in for a few hands of blackjack. Beth and Pam entered, much to the delight of the doorman, but he stopped Amy and Ron, asking for some age verification. 

"Sorry kids, but you have to be 21 to enter." He explained. 

"You two go ahead and have fun, Ron and I will go for a walk." Amy told her mom. 

Pam didn't want to leave them alone so soon after the events from the afternoon, but she couldn't come up with a plausible reason to follow after them, so she and Beth entered the casino. 

()()() 

"Let's go back to the room, Ron, I need to take a shower, and I was hoping you would help me wash my back?" Amy said to Ron, grasping his forearm in her hands and rubbing her boobs blatantly against him. 

"But, what about Beth and your mom?" Ron asked. 

"They will be in the casino at least 45 minutes, and that's plenty of time for you to wash my back." She said, this time allowing her hand to trace down across Ron's stomach and feel his swelling prick. 

As soon as they entered the hotel room, Amy and Ron began stripping off her clothes, ultimately discarding them on the bathroom floor. Amy gave Ron a passionate kiss, her tongue tenderly exploring his mouth, stepped into the shower, then handed him the liquid soap, and turned her back to him. "Wash me, please." She purred in her sexiest voice. 

()()() 

Pam couldn't concentrate on the table, her mind continually reverting back to the image of Amy sucking on Ron's massive cock. As she finished her third drink of the evening, she said to Beth, "I have to go to the room, I know I shouldn't, but I am afraid of what those two are doing." 

"I figured as much, I didn't expect you to last this long," Beth replied, "Let me cash these chips, and we can leave." 

"You don't have to leave on my account, stay a while if you want to." Pam said. 

"And miss a chance to see the teen wonder cock, are you kidding?" Beth's said, trying to loosen Pam up. 

Beth's attempt at humor was lost on Pam, as she responded, "Don't even say that in jest, the whole reason we are going back is so that Amy won't be seeing Ron's, er, Ron naked tonight." 

()()() 

Amy leaned forward from the waist, causing her ass to jut outward and grasp Ron's hard cock between her round, yet firm cheeks. The sight of his shaft lodged up the crack of Amy's ass, the head pointing upward to her back, made Ron want to grasp Amy by the hips and slide his cock down and into her tight cunt. He knew, however, that at least for now, having intercourse was not an option, so he began to rub his slippery hands over her neck and shoulders, then down the small of her back to her luscious ass. His hips were gyrating in unison with Amy's body, and his cock was sliding delightfully up and down the length of her ass cleavage. "Your body is unbelievable, so sexy, and firm, and curvy, I am so lucky." Ron said. 

"It's all in the genes, you should see my mom naked, her body is amazing for her age, actually, it is amazing for any age." Amy couldn't resist tormenting Ron a little. 

She had seen how he kept staring at her mother's legs during dinner. Instead of getting mad, or jealous, Amy found herself reacting as she had when she discovered Ron had been jacking off while peering out the bathroom window. She was getting a perverse thrill from Ron's obvious frustration arising from being around such sexy women as Beth and her mom. 

"It's really not fair," she went on, "when your own mom has prettier boobs, and a better ass than you do." She wanted to turn and look over her shoulder to gauge Ron's reaction to her admission about her mom's nude body, but she didn't want it to appear she had any ulterior motives to her statement. Besides, the brief pause in his grinding hips, and the extra firm squeeze he gave her waist told Amy she had gotten his attention. 

Ron was surprised by Amy's referral to her mother, and he was having the same difficulty interpreting her motive, if any, as he had experienced back in the Miami airport. He wasn't sure how to respond, but he knew he had to say something, "Oh, don't give me that, you have your mom beat all to pieces. You are gorgeous." 

"Good answer there babe, but you can't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy mom's body is." Amy pushed a little further. 

"Well, yeah, I mean, I haven't really paid much attention, but I, ah, I guess she looks pretty good for ..." Ron was cut off in mid sentence as Amy turned with a frightened expression, holding her finger up to her lips as a signal for Ron to be quiet. 

Amy grabbed a towel and stepped quietly from the shower. Just as quickly, she returned, now holding Ron's clothes in her hands. "Mom and Beth just came in, so be...." 

"Amy! Are you in there? I am coming in right now." Pam announced, prepared to interrupt her daughter having sex with Ron, yet wanting to at least give them time to disengage before she came in. 

Amy pushed Ron against the wall at the end of the shower, motioned for him to be quiet, and hurriedly rubbed some shampoo into her hair before stepping, dripping wet from the shower just as her mother opened the door. Amy had left the shower curtain open half way, with Ron hidden just out of Pam's sight. Amy noticed Beth peering expectantly over her mother's shoulder before she turned to leave them alone. 

"What's wrong mom, I was just starting to wash my hair when I heard you yell something, is everything ok?" Amy said, hoping her nervousness was not apparent to her mother. 

"Ah, no, nothing is wrong, I..ah, I just ...um, wanted to talk to you. Where is Ron anyway?" Pam asked, relieved she did not catch them in a repeat of the afternoons' events. 

"He went for a walk on the beach." Amy told the first lie she could think of, "Can I get back in and finish my hair now?" Amy continued, hoping her mom would take a hint and leave. 

"Sure, it will be easier to talk to you through the shower curtain anyway." Pam said, deciding to take the plunge into a frank discussion of sex with her daughter, a conversation she had believed to be unnecessary until a few hours ago. 

Amy stepped back into the shower, quickly pulling the frosted white curtain closed behind her. She almost giggled at the sight of Ron, pale as a ghost, holding his soaked clothes as the shower beat down over his body. 

"So what's going on?" Amy asked. 

"Well, this is kind of hard, but I have to confess something to you." Pam said, glad for the earlier margaritas that seemed to be giving her added courage. "This afternoon, I came inside, and, well, I'll just come out and say it, I saw you, in here, with Ron." 

Amy was quickly turning the same shade of white as Ron, "Ah, ...I...., um....you saw....I mean, well....what did ....." 

Pam cut her off, "Don't try to lie, I saw you and Ron together, there was no doubt what I saw, you were both right her on the toilet seat." Pam looked to the seat, imagining Amy's fingers grasping the shaft of Ron's cock. She felt the beginnings of a recently familiar stirring between her legs, but forced the image from her brain and refocused on the conversation with her daughter. 

Amy had never had a sex talk with her mom, and she didn't know what to expect. She began to tearfully plead for forgiveness. "I am sorry mommy, I have never done anything like that before, but lately, I just get these feelings when I am with Ron, ....but never mind, you wouldn't understand." 

Hearing her only child's plead for understanding, Pam began to soften, "Honey, of course I understand, just because I am your mother, doesn't mean I'm not a woman with feelings and urges, just like you. I remember what is was like to be a teenager, it is hard to say no all the time." Pam found her attitude changing as she recalled her teenage days. She was no longer intent on forbidding Amy from being with Ron, realizing how that ploy would have backfired on her as a teen, and would most surely not work on Amy, especially knowing the tool Ron was packing between his legs. 

Amy was relieved by her mother's tone, yet it was obvious by Ron's rigid stance against the wall, he was still scared to death. Realizing the headway she had made with her honesty, Amy said, "Don't blame Ron, ok mommy? It is just as much me as him, it just seems like, you know, sometimes, we both get these feelings, and what starts off as a kiss just leads to, well, you know, other stuff." 

"Like I said, I understand," Pam comforted her daughter, knowing Amy would never know just how much she could relate to being tempted by Ron. "I have to ask this question though, have you two gone all the way?" 

Ron was still petrified of getting caught by Pam, naked with her daughter, but he was at least thankful the conversation was civil. His dick was now completely flaccid, even though he was naked and only 2 feet from Amy's nude, wet body. His confidence in Amy's ability to handle this situation abruptly faded as he listened to her respond to her mother's most recent question. 

"No, we haven't, but I have found myself really curious about how it would feel to, you know, do it." Amy said, as she locked eyes with Ron. "It is just that, well, I don't see how women can fit something so big inside them. I am kind of scared that it will hurt, even though everything you read talks about how wonderful it is to make love." 

"It can be, when the time is right," Pam said, beginning to relate to Amy more as a friend than a mother, "Let me ask you something, Ron is the only boy you have seen naked, is that right?" 

"Yeah, geez mom, I am not a slut or something!" Amy replied. 

"Ok, Ok, sorry, I didn't mean to imply...it's just that, well, like I said, I saw you and Ron earlier, and well, I couldn't help but notice that Ron is, um...God this is really hard to say, Ron is bigger than most men." Pam could feel her face flush, and she was again thankful for the shower curtain between her from Amy. 

It was as if someone had injected a rod of steel into Ron's cock, as it sprang upright in response to Pam's statement. To hear her admit she had not only seen his dick, but to hear her say that is was larger than most really excited him. 

Ron's reaction didn't go unobserved by Amy, and she gave him a slight grin as her hand reached out to caress his erection. "You mean his, ah, his penis is longer than average? Or thicker?" Amy asked bluntly, genuinely curious as to what was normal, and how Ron compared. 

"Amy, I don't think we should talk about Ron like this, I just wanted you to know..., what I mean to say is, I want you to realize not all women feel scared or apprehensive by the size of their partner." Pam said, hoping to end this conversation. 

"But mom, what is normal? I mean I need to know that if I marry Ron someday, will he be to big to, well, to big to make love to me?" Amy asked. 

"All right, I think the official average size is about 6 inches long, maybe a little less. And I don't know the average thickness, and all I can tell you is based on my experience. But, this afternoon, when I saw your hands on Ron, he looked a lot thicker and longer than any man I have ever seen, either in person or in a Playgirl." Pam said. 

As Pam spoke, Amy began to soap up Ron's hard cock, tenderly stroking and rubbing on it, as if admiring it from the perspective being provided by her mother. "So are you saying it is too big, that I will never be able to make love to Ron?" 

"No honey, I am saying you are too young first of all, to make love to him. But when the time is right, I am sure you can do it. Beth told me she has been with a couple of well endowed men, and that once you kind of ease into it, it is amazing to be with a really big man." Pam finished, amazed by what she had allowed herself to say to her daughter. 

"You told Beth about us?" Amy said accusingly, yet not really angry with Pam. She was now firmly tugging on Ron's cock, getting an intense thrill in knowing she was jacking him off only three feet away from her mom. 

"I am sorry honey, it is just that I was in such shock after I went back outside, she could tell, and she just kind of drug it out of me. You know Beth, anything about sex and she just can't get enough. I think she didn't really believe me when I told her about, well...when I told her I was concerned Ron would hurt you if you went all the way before you were ready." Pam said, glad to try and work a little fear into the conversation. 

Ron watched as Amy's slick hands worked the soapy froth up and down his cock. Just knowing Pam and Beth had discussed his dick size had him on the verge of cumming. 

"Maybe we should have Ron show her how big he is and she could help us figure our how to do it," Amy said, instantly imagining Beth as she appeared in her fantasy from the plane. Amy watched as Ron's head jerked up from staring at her hands, his full attention diverted by her last statement. 

Realizing better than Ron when her daughter was being facetious, Pam said, "Can't you just imagine poor, shy Ron, standing there naked while the three of us discussed his penis?" 

Amy's eyes never left Ron, and she didn't break the look of pure lust as she continued to stroke him, even as she responded to her mother, "Yeah, I thought he was going to have a coronary in the airport when you two came out of the boutique in those sundresses., And having to hang out with all of us in our bikinis and stuff, it must be tough on him, but I am pretty certain he doesn't really mind." 

Pam's thoughts flashed back to Ron's hard penis, jutting out of his shorts, only inches from her face, in the back seat of her car, and then to the way she had been forced to press against his swollen member on the plane. "Yeah, I guess any red-blooded teenage boy would be glad to trade places with Ron on this trip," Pam replied, feeling her pussy begin to heat up from her recollection of the encounters with Ron. She tried to force the feelings from her body, and continued on with Amy, genuinely vowing, "I'll give it my best attempt to keep his pulse rate down this week, but given the circumstances of the four of us sharing a room, plus being in our swim suits half the time, he may have to learn to endure some degree of temptation." 

As Pam responded to her daughter, Amy was staring intently at Ron as he began to erupt, shooting stream after stream of cum against her stomach, a few shots even managed to land on her erect nipples. His body was writhing against the wet tile and he was forced to bite his lip to keep quiet. Amy continued to caress his deflating cock as she kept up the conversation with her Pam, "It's no problem mom, I think it is kind of fun, you know, seeing how he gets all tongue tied and nervous whenever you two are looking so sexy around him." 

Ron was amazed at the path this entire conversation had taken, from being in deep trouble for having been caught having sex, to now having Amy and her mom discuss very rationally how he was being inadvertently, or in Amy's case, intentionally, teased by the three of them. 

Pam knew Ron's reaction to her had been much more than muted nervousness, but she felt this conversation had drifted too far away from the original theme of the need for Amy and Ron to behave in a responsible manner, so she said, "All right, the bottom line is this. Exercise some self restraint, and remember, you are much too young to go all the way with Ron, or any boy for that matter, so just remember that whenever, well, whenever things get all hot and steamy between you two." Pam said, fairly pleased she could have such a frank talk with Amy. "Now, get out so I can take a shower, I feel really grimy." 

Amy was still squeezing Ron's receding cock as she said, "Ok, but give me just a minute of privacy to use the bathroom, then it is all yours." 

()()() 

Beth had been disappointed not to see Ron scurrying naked from the bathroom, and had wandered outside to sit by the pool. After several minutes, she got up to head back inside to fix a drink. As she approached their patio, Beth noticed a stream of light shining from the bathroom window. The voyeur in her took over, and she quietly went to the window. It was apparent the blinds had been left slightly open from the earlier efforts by Ron and Amy to avoid detection while they had their afternoon fun in the bathroom. Beth could see Pam just as she turned to leave the room, and almost at once saw the shower curtain open about half way, allowing Amy to step from the tub. Beth took notice of Amy's impressive body, and as she turned her back to the window, she thought to herself that Amy was definitely taking after her mother in the ass department. 

Beth was feeling a little naughty for the way she was spying on Pam's daughter, when she saw Amy pull the shower curtain back even further. Beth's shock to realize Ron had been in the shower with Amy the whole time quickly gave way to her curiosity and desire to see his cock. Pam's earlier description had left Beth skeptical, but interested. Ron's maturing upper body was visible over Amy's shoulder, but to her dismay, Amy shielded Beth from getting a clear view of his crotch, even as she hastily directed him into the small closet. 

()()()

Once she shut the door, Amy whispered to him, "Can you see through these slits in the door?" 

"Yeah, I can." Ron whispered back to her. 

She finished wrapping a towel around her body, fastening it just above her breasts, swung the door open again, tossed his drenched clothes to him, and said, "Okay, I know you will enjoy seeing my mom get ready for the shower, but just don't enjoy it too much." Amy flashed Ron a knowing smile, and at the same time gave his semi-hard dick a gentle squeeze and shut him in the closet. "I'll come in and get you when it is safe to escape unnoticed." 

Beth had noticed the closet while exploring their accommodations earlier in the day, and she now realized the louvered doors would allow Ron to view the entire bathroom from his hiding place. She surmised Amy was hiding him there until it was safe to sneak him out. Beth could not believe her luck as she headed inside, suddenly feeling the need to join the others in the bathroom. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 04



While Amy stepped from the bathroom to speak with her mother, Ron looked around the tiny closet. It was used to house the hot water heater and a sweeper and ironing board, leaving him barely enough room to shift his body ever so slightly without making any noise. Ron also noticed a hole, about two feet by two feet, that had been cut in the wall of the closet, evidently providing access to replace some pipe leading to the shower. Looking more closely, he could see a sliver of light shining into the closet from the shower stall, streaming through the small crack in the wall around the pipe leading to the shower head. He could see the entire shower stall through the small crack, and his dick began to swell in anticipation of seeing Pam's nude, wet body in only a few seconds. 

Ron was interrupted from his voyeuristic plotting by the sound of Amy and Pam entering the bathroom. Amy stood there, still wrapped in her towel, combing her hair, "Do you mind if I stay in here and dry my hair while you shower?" she asked her mom. 

Pam was undoing the buttons on her sleeveless blue blouse as she agreed it would be fine for Amy to remain in the room. She slid the shirt off her shoulders and to the ground, giving Ron a clear view of her sexy, toned back, and the same lacy yellow bra she and Beth had wrestled for earlier in the day. By the time Pam was sliding her tight shorts down, over her hips, Ron's dick was once again rock hard. He noticed Amy kept peeking at his hiding place in the mirror, the slightest smile passing over her lips as Pam wiggled her ass in an effort to assist the shorts down her legs. The matching yellow panties had ridden up between Pam's cheeks, presenting an incredibly sexy sight to young Ron. 

"Here, let me help you with that mom." Amy said as her mom reached behind her to unclasp her bra. 

"Thanks honey," Pam responded, as Amy casually positioned her so she was facing the closet door. Neither Pam nor Amy could see Ron's face as he peered intently from his hiding place, but Amy was able to give him a wink as she looked over her mother's shoulder. Amy undid the bra and pushed the straps off her mother's shoulders. It dropped to the floor and Pam's exquisite breasts were bared to Ron, standing unbeknownst to Pam, only two feet away. 

Ron silently draped his soaked shorts and shirt over the sweeper handle, and returned his now unoccupied hands to her erect cock. There was not even an ounce of will power available in his body to attempt to restrain him from what he was about to do. Knowing his girlfriend was basically putting her own mother on display for him had him so excited, his body was literally beginning to quiver. His legs were shaky and his teeth were even threatening to chatter. He tried to gain some self-control as he began to stroke his prick, staring at Pam and Amy through the closet door. 

Pam's boobs were firm and full, and her nipples were pointing slightly upward, making him want to fling open the door and suck them into his mouth. She moved back to stand next to Amy, now allowing Ron to see the reflection of her face and breasts in the mirror while she bent at the waist to slide her lacy yellow panties down. Ron had to quit jacking off several times, afraid of sending his sperm flying between the cracks in the door. 

As Pam's ass cam into view, the door opened and Beth stuck her head in, "Can I join you two, I come bearing gifts." She said, holding out three wine coolers. 

Amy said, "Sure, if my mom says it is ok?" her statement turning into a question and her face pleading with her mom for the cooler. 

Pam stood there nude before her daughter and friend, totally at ease displaying her body before them. "Why not, given the conversation we just had, I think you deserve a drink." She took her cooler and stepped into the shower. 

"It wasn't that bad mom, but thanks for the cooler anyway." Amy said to her mom as the water began to splash into the tub. 

Beth was dying to know how their talk went, but didn't feel it was the time to pry. She would get Pam alone later for all the details. She was too busy thinking on her feet, she had hoped to be able to come in and have the bathroom, and Ron's peeping eyes, all to herself. Now she would have to find some other way to torment him. She figured he was already sporting a woody from Pam's naked body anyway. 

"You are already getting some pronounced tan lines there Amy," Beth said, "You want me to let you in on my vacation secret?" 

Amy agreed, and Beth pulled her small travel bag from beneath the sink. "I always use just enough tanning cream every night to blend in any tan lines. That way I can wear any suit I want every day and it still looks good. You want to try it?" 

"Yeah, but I don't want to have any orange streaks in the morning." Amy replied. 

"Don't worry, I know what I am doing, just drop your towel and I will put it on, if you want." Beth said, imagining how poor Ron would react to her rubbing the cream on Amy. 

Ron had turned his attention to Pam as Beth and Amy began to talk about tanning. By turning and leaning his head only slightly, he was able to peer through the tiny crack near the shower head. Pam was innocently running her soapy hands over her neck and boobs. She was holding one heavy breast up as her other hand ran beneath the lovely globe of flesh. Ron was content to watch her all night, or so he thought. But as he heard Beth tell Amy to drop her towel so she could rub her down with some type of lotion, he deftly returned his head back to the louvered door. 

"Is the suit you wore today your smallest one?" Beth asked Amy. 

"Not quite, it is just that I didn't want to drive Ron completely crazy on the first day." Amy said, glancing to the closet as Beth circled her, examining her nude body. 

"Come on now, what fun is it to bring your boyfriend on vacation if you are not going to torment him some." Beth said, knowing full well that Amy was purposely allowing her to torment him even as they spoke. "You should hear some of the things I used to do to Frank when we would vacation." 

"Beth!" Pam exclaimed from the shower, "Do not tell my daughter any of those stories." 

"All right," Beth said to Pam, then leaned closer to Amy, saying, "I'll tell you another time." 

Amy agreed, even as she realized her nipples were responding to Beth's touch on her shoulders, as she rubbed the brown lotion where her bikini straps had been. 

Ron's head was on a swivel, turning first to spy on Pam, then back to watch Beth rubbing her hands over Amy's shoulders and back. Pam was now shampooing her hair, her arms raised upward, causing her boobs to lift up slightly, making them even more sexy and desirable, if that were possible, to Ron. He had stopped stroking his throbbing cock, now fearing he might cum without even touching himself. 

"Turn around a little." Beth instructed Amy. 

Amy turned back to face the mirror. She was imagining the pure frustration Ron would be experiencing from watching Beth's hands on her. She had to admit, she was feeling something herself, as she kept thinking about her explicit daydream Beth had starred in on the plan. Her thoughts were diverted by Beth's open case on the counter before her. As Beth knelt to apply the lotion to her hips, Amy noticed something interesting poking from beneath a cotton nightie. She reached inside and lifted out a dildo. "Oh my god Beth, you've got a...I mean I found this, ah, you know, THIS in your suitcase." 

Amy had wheeled around to face Beth, who was still kneeling just outside the closet door. Beth's eyes briefly focused on Amy's exposed pussy. She noticed immediately the dampness evident on her puffy outer lips before turning her eyes up to meet Amy's. "Oh, that, I almost forgot about that, I never take it out of my travel bag. I keep one in my nightstand too, so I don't have to move it back and forth." Beth said matter-of-factly. She had genuinely forgotten about it, but was glad Amy had discovered it. 

At that moment, the shower water shut off, and Ron looked back through the crack, observing Pam gently rubbing a towel over her back and ass. There was not an ounce of flab on her perfect butt. Each cheek moved every so slightly from the pressure of her hands as they pressed the towel back and forth. She bent to dry her lower legs, and Ron got a brief glimpse of her pussy, peeking from beneath the most incredibly ass he had ever seen. 

Amy was running her hands over the dildo, exploring it from base to tip. Beth stood and said, "Pretty impressive, huh?" 

"Um, yeah, I guess, I mean, how big is it anyway?" Amy asked as she mentally compared the plastic cock to Ron's. 

"It is 7 1/2 inches long." Beth was studying Amy closely for some indication of how this toy compared to Ron's wonder cock. She almost giggled out loud, even thinking of the term 'wonder cock', but managed to keep a straight face. 

Pushing harder for some feedback, Beth said, "Don't you think that is pretty big?" 

Before Amy could answer, Pam pulled back the curtain and said, "Beth! What are you doing? And you Amy, put that thing down and go get dressed, right now." 

"Sorry mom, I was just...." Amy tried to explain, but was cut off by her mother. 

"Don't talk, just leave..Now." Pam said, more pissed at Beth than her daughter. She stepped from the shower, wrapping her towel around her as she did so. 

"Sorry," Beth said, as much to Amy as Pam, as Amy dropped the dildo on the counter and left the bathroom, "It was just in my bag, honest, and she found it. After that I just couldn't help trying to get her to compare it to our young friend." Beth then picked the dildo back up and held it up for Pam's inspection. "So, was he this big?" Beth asked, her curiosity urging her to press for some feedback from Pam. 

Ron's cock was now jerking and bobbing in front of his body. Listening to Beth and Pam speculate on his cock size had him close to cumming, even though he was no longer touching himself. 

"I told you I am not getting into this topic anymore, it is not proper." Pam said in her best indignant tone. 

"Oh, alright, I was just a little curious after the way you reacted this afternoon, acting like you had seen the second coming of John Holmes or something." Beth said, mostly for Ron's ears. 

Ron was glad to hear Pam had evidently made a big deal from seeing him nude, but he had no idea who John Holmes was. 

Beth began to unzip her skirt, saying, "I am going to change for bed, then I'll be out on the patio enjoying a drink with Amy when you are through in here." 

From his hiding place, Ron was staring intently at Beth as she slid the skirt down over her hips, exposing her naked ass. 

"Don't you ever wear underwear?" Pam asked as Beth pulled her halter top up over her head, revealing her braless tits. 

"Not on vacation, I don't even pack any. It is the one influence of Frank I still enjoy. It was a game we played, once I stepped foot on the islands, I went commando until we got home. I still like the feeling of being so daring, and no one even knows." Beth said, then with a slightly devious smile, continued, "at least most of the time no one knows." 

"You are unbelievable sometimes," Pam responded to Beth's admission. "I told Amy we would be on our best behavior around Ron, she said the poor guy is rather susceptible to all the feminine skin he is being exposed to, so just make sure you don't show him more feminine skin than he should be seeing, he may have a stroke or go into convulsions or something." Pam laughed, and Beth joined in. 

Beth had been standing there naked the entire time Pam spoke. Amazingly, her thoughts and Ron's were quite similar. Each realizing Beth was at that instant showing him more skin than he should be seeing, and each enjoying it very much. 

Ron was still taking in Beth's tempting form when she slipped her night gown over her head and let it fall down to conceal her assets. She wanted to continue to pose for her unsuspecting audience, and she especially wanted to open the closet door and see what must surely be a very hard dick by now. Beth, however, forced herself to go and join Amy, leaving an unaware Pam as the focus of Ron's attention. 

Once Beth had left the room, Pam looked at herself in the mirror, leaning forward to examine the slight lines that were beginning to spread from around her blue eyes. 

As she leaned against the counter top, Ron was able to see a small portion of each cheek peek from beneath Pam's towel. In the mirror her ample boobs presented several inches of sexy cleavage before vanishing beneath the towel as well. 

Pam's gaze kept dropping down the Beth's small overnight case on the counter, and the pink dildo laying across the clothes and toiletries inside. She looked back to the mirror, trying to force herself to keep from thinking about the dildo, and ultimately, Ron. She began to comb out her wet hair, but after several minutes, she gave in to her temptation, and picked up the fake cock. 

Ron absentmindedly gripped his cock and watched as Pam seemed transfixed by the dildo. Staring at it for a few seconds, as if in a trance. She then began to trace her hands over its length, very deliberately. He wanted to cum desperately, but forced his hand from his cock, afraid he could not remain quiet through what would surely be an intense orgasm. 

Pam held the cock in her hands, trying to mentally compare the item in her hands to the way Ron's dick had appeared in Amy's delicate hands earlier that day. She could feel her pussy growing wet, and before she was even aware of her actions, she reached over and quietly locked the bathroom door. 

Pam wrapped her hands around the shaft of the dildo, in the same manner Amy had gripped Ron in this same room. An inch or so of the pink 'flesh' jutted from her hands. She felt certain the large dildo in her hands was smaller than Ron, how much was hard to tell, but it was smaller, she was positive. She then drew her hands to her face, until the head of the cock touched her lips. She opened her mouth, trying to remember the degree to which her daughter had stretched her own lips to accommodate her boyfriend. 

Ron couldn't believe what he was watching. Pam was wrapping her lips, very deliberately, around the fake dick. It was almost as if she was simply seeing if she could fit it in her mouth or something. 

She pulled it from her lips, and pulled her towel free form her body to wipe away her saliva. Pam placed the sex toy on the counter and looked back at the mirror, admiring her body, just as her unknown audience was doing from the closet. No wonder Ron had gotten hard around her before, even she had to admit her body was good, very good. The hours in the gym showed, and she felt proud. She ran her hands down over her breast, down her flat stomach, and over her hips. Pam allowed her fingers to trace through her fine pubic hair, and then to the wetness of her swollen labia. She knew she was aroused from the last days events, but Pam surprised even herself by not only the degree of moisture between her legs, but by the intense heat being generated from her neglected pussy. 

She looked back at the dildo, and picked it back up. She checked again to make sure the door was locked, then began to trace the dildo down her stomach, toward her needy pussy. She leaned forward at the waist, causing her ass to pooch outward toward Ron. She directed the hard plastic cock to her yearning pussy. She guided it up between her flexed legs, and began to push the head in, ever so slightly, allowing her to adjust to the nearly forgotten, yet wonderful feeling of being entered by a cock, even if it was a fake one. Just when she was ready to push the head all the way in, there was a knocking on the door, and Amy's voice saying, "Mom, hurry up, I need to go again." 

The guilt of being interrupted from pleasuring herself by her daughter caused Pam to pull the dildo away from her hungry pussy. "Okay, just a sec." Pam responded, quickly rubbing her juices from the toy, she grabbed a knee length, baby blue, cotton night gown from her bag and pulled it on, over her naked body. 

She opened the door, leaving the room for Amy to come in. "Beth has another drink for you on the patio, mom." 

Ron could see Amy lean back out the open bathroom door, confirming her mom had indeed gone outside. She opened the closet door, and saw Ron there, his tortured cock swollen a purplish red color, throbbing uncontrollably. "Ron, did you get that way from looking at my mommy?" she asked in her best little girl voice. 

Ron smiled at her, glad he was not in trouble, "You should be ashamed, you practically paraded her around for me to see. And that thing with Beth and the lotion, how was I supposed to withstand that?" 

"I don't know, I guess we will just have to work on your stamina this week, at least until I have to go and meet my dad, then you will just have to save it all up for when I get back." Amy smiled, pleased with herself for the way she had excited Ron, she then grasped his fat dick and led him from the closet. "I would love to help you out hon, but we can't afford to get caught again so soon. I am going to go out back and tell them you just came in the front door, and are taking a shower. Love ya." She said, then left him standing there, he steel hard prick wavering in front of him. 

More to come...



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 05



Ron stood there in the bathroom, alone, his cock harder than he could ever remember. His mind was still reeling from the events that had just taken place. Amy had purposely done everything she could to torture him, not hesitating to manipulate both Pam and Beth into unwittingly helping her tease him as he hid silently in the tiny closet. It seemed to Ron that Amy had transformed herself from the semi-innocent girlfriend he had left Nashville with only 24 hours ago, into a daring little vixen, dabbling on the edge of perversions Ron had never considered possible from her. 

She was obviously getting a thrill from tormenting him, but not content to drive him crazy with solely her own sexy assets, it was plain to see she was also getting her kicks from the way he was reacting to both her mom and Beth. Ron had first noticed the slight innuendo or playful comments Amy had made about her mom at the airport, and then the way she had practically forced him to jack off while watching out the bathroom window earlier in the day. He had tried to rationally explain those earlier events as unintended, but there was now no mistaking her intentions only moments earlier in the bathroom. As long as she wasn't getting mad at him for getting a hard on over their incredibly sexy travel companions, he wasn't going to get upset either. 

But, what did Amy intend, and how far was she going to push him. He couldn't imagine she would let things get out of hand, not that Pam or Beth would ever consider crossing that line with him anyway. Even though they had been graphically discussing the size of his dick earlier, they were twice his age, and in his wildest dreams he could not imagine either of them even thinking of him as a sexual partner, much less acting on it. Beth had made his mind's brief venture down that road seem perfectly ludicrous only hours earlier on the plane from Miami, when he had jumped to a wrong, and embarrassing conclusion to their hang man game. However, as long as Amy was going to do her best to tempt him with them, Ron was committed to enjoy his vacation with Beth and Pam.

He looked down at his cock, still swollen and throbbing, the head a deep purplish color. Ron grasped his right hand around his thick shaft and stepped over to Beth's still open nightcase, curious as to its contents. 

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Amy had just joined her mom and Beth on the patio, and was beginning with her lie about Ron having returned from his walk when the phone rang inside their room. 

"I'll get it, I need another drink anyway." Beth volunteered. 

Pam and Amy could hear Beth's end of the conversation through the screen door. Each listened intently, curious as to who would be calling. 

"No, this is Beth." Beth replied to the still unknown caller. "Yes, this is the Kellar's room, who's calling for them?" 

"Oh, hi there Fred, .......uh huh, I think we did meet once, at a Christmas party one year......yeah, Pam was kind enough to invite me along with her and Amy." Pam was still listening to Beth's end of the conversation, and immediately sprang up and into the room to join Beth, followed closely by Amy. 

Pam reached for the phone, but Beth held up her finger indicating she needed just one more second for a break in the conversation. "Well, actually it is the four of us, Ron came along too." 

Upon Beth's last response to Pam's ex-husband, she began to motion emphatically for Beth to give her the phone. She interrupted Fred, saying, "Uh, nice to talk to you, Pam is here now and ready to take over, bye now." Beth handed her friend the receiver, giving her a quizzical look as to her desire to get Beth off the phone. 

Pam listened to Fred's voice, and regretted only momentarily the need to lie to him during the first conversation they had had in months. "Hi, yes, nice to talk to you too,.......oh, Ron?.....No, not that at all, he is Beth's son." She said while giving Beth and Amy a look that said she would explain later. 

As the phone conversation drifted away from Pam's mysterious explanation of Ron's presence, Beth remembered Amy telling them Ron was now alone in the bathroom, taking a shower. Beth listened, but did not hear the shower water running, and hoping for a chance to finally spy Ron's cock, excused herself to go back to the patio. As she stepped through the sliding doors, intent on slipping down to peer through the open bathroom window blinds, she heard female voices coming from just down the path. 

Beth waited for whoever was approaching to pass by, hidden by the flowering shrub just outside the door. As she silently stood there, she could begin to hear what sounded like a couple of drunk college girls, talking about the cute guys they had met earlier on the beach. Then, just as they were going by the well lit bathroom window, Beth heard one of the girls exclaim, "Oh my god! Look Courtney, that boy is totally naked. And look at his dick, and how big it is." 

As much as Beth wanted to go see herself, she found it strangely exciting to know these girls were being tempted to peek, just as she was. She then heard the second girl, Courtney respond, "Shannon! Move over, I can't see. That's better, ....mmmm, you're right, and Holy Shit, look at him, he is completely hard, do you think he knows we are watching?" 

Beth had heard enough, she looked back in the room to confirm that Amy and Pam were still concentrating on the phone conversation, and then she moved quietly to the two girls near the window. Shannon happened to look up as Beth approached, and quickly tugged on her friends arm to pull her away from the window. Courtney pulled away from her friends grasp, saying, "Don't bother me now, I want to see some more of this kids cock." 

"I guess that makes three of us." Beth said, causing Courtney to jump from her spot by the window, even as she began to stumble over some feeble excuse as to what she was doing peering through the blinds. "Don't worry," Beth said, "I know exactly what you were doing, and I don't blame you, actually, I was hoping for a peek myself." 

The two college girls traded nervous giggles and consenting glances, and then Shannon said to Beth, "So, do you know this guy?" 

"Yeah, he is traveling with me and my friends, I have heard about his impressive package, but I was hoping to see it first hand, do you mind if I take up a front row seat for a few minutes?" Not waiting for her to reply, Beth stepped over next to the window. Shannon and Courtney crowded around her, each eager to spy on young Ron. 

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By the time Ron's audience had gathered by the window, he had already compared his steel hard prick to Beth's dildo, and was pleased to see he had it beat in both length and girth. As Shannon first spied him through the partially opened blinds, he was searching through Beth's small bag, finding mostly toiletries and a couple of night shirts, some of which he imagined would be most appealing on Beth. Then, tucked in the bottom of the bag he found the white panties Beth had worn beneath the yellow sundress at the airport. He stood there, his cock jutting out over the open night case, and lifted the sexy thong to his face. 

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Beth was watching intently as Ron rummaged through her belongings. She could feel herself getting moist as he lifted her only pair of panties to his nose. But, damn it, the opened case was shielding her view of his cock. She could only see his pubic hair, and maybe an inch or two of his shaft before it disappeared behind the lid of her suitcase. 

Shannon and Courtney were peering over each of Beth's shoulders, each wanting another glimpse of Ron's cock. "Damn, I can't see it anymore, he was in plain view just a minute ago," Protested Shannon. 

"Was his dick really that impressive?" asked Beth, even as she watched Ron breathe in the aroma of her worn panties. She knew how wet she had been on the plane, as she teased Ron relentlessly during their game of hang man, and could only imagine how fragrant those panties must be. 

"Impressive is one word," Courtney said. 

"Fucking huge is the word I would use." Shannon interjected. 

"FUCK!" Beth exclaimed at Ron, somewhat under her breath, "move over so I can see your dick." 

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Ron could smell Beth's pussy almost as plainly as he had inhaled Amy's scent earlier in the day, when his face was buried between her legs. The white thongs he held to his nose must have been soaking wet at some point. Ron wondered briefly when Beth might have been so excited, but those inquisitive thoughts were soon replaced by visions of Beth's nude body as she had appeared in the bathroom, only a few feet from his earlier hiding place. He removed the panties from his nose and wrapped the soft cotton material around his still rock hard cock. 

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Beth let out a tiny gasp as she saw Ron move the hand holding her panties down to his dick. The three peeping tommettes stared on in silence as they watched Ron close his eyes and begin to steadily jack off. Even though they could not see his hand wrap around the shaft of his penis, there was no doubt as to what he was doing. 

"Oh my! Oh my goodness! He is really getting into this, isn't he?" Shannon spoke softly, breaking the sexually charged silence. When no one responded to her, Shannon looked from the window, first to her sorority sister, Courtney. Their eyes met, and Courtney motioned for her to look at the still unknown stranger that had joined them peeping in a window. Shannon, for the first time, noticed Beth was wearing a nightgown. Looking closer, Shannon quickly realized Beth's right hand sliding up her thigh, disappearing beneath the hemline of her gown. 

Courtney and Shannon had experimented a few times with threeways with each of their very grateful boyfriends, and each time they had ended up kissing and touching each other. They had both agreed they liked it, but were in no way going to forsake men for women. And now, with this very attractive, older woman standing between them, beginning to play with her pussy while they all spied on her young friend, Courtney felt like heating things up some. 

She motioned Shannon to scoot closer, and listen as she leaned very close to Beth, allowing her breath to blow damply into her ear as she whispered, "Mmmm, what would you do first with him, suck him or fuck him?" 

Beth barely even flinched. Her ability to sense when she is being watched had been honed through years of cockteasing, and she had realized rather quickly that they had seen her move her hand to her very wet, very hot, pussy. Even though she couldn't actually see him stroking what had just been referred to as a 'fucking huge cock' by one of her new friends, Beth's pussy was on fire from watching Ron jack off with her panties and she didn't care if they knew it or not. 

"I think I'd have to just fondle it for a while, you know, get to know it, then I would give him the most amazing blow job of his young life. God I just love a big cock, this is making me crazy to not be able to see it." Beth spoke back, unintentionally allowing her voice to get louder as she spoke. 

Courtney move even closer, and as she whispered back her reply, she took Shannon's left hand and placed in on the small of Beth's back. Courtney moved her right hand and began to softly stroke Beth's hair, occasionally allowing her fingernails to graze lightly down the portion of her neck and shoulders exposed by the fairly conservative nightgown. "So, how much longer do you think he can last in there? Maybe you should go and join him and we will watch you from here." 

"I wish that were an option, but he is...well, ...let's just say this is a complicated situation, so I will just stay here and watch with you two, if that's ok with you." Beth said, feeling Shannon's hand moving slowly down across her ass. 

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Amy was eavesdropping on her mother's conversation with her father, and wasn't really surprised when things got terse and Pam hung up on him. Beth wanted to talk to her mom about it, but Pam only wanted to be alone, so she slipped out the front door, hoping to avoid Beth and take a nice long walk to the beach. 

Amy grabbed another wine cooler and went back out to join Beth, and as soon as she stepped outside, she heard muffled female voices coming from beyond the flowering shrubbery. She quietly took a step around the bush, and could clearly see Beth and two girls, not much older than her, and their hands were roaming all over Beth's body. As the initial shock wore off, the realization came to Amy that all three women were staring intently through the bathroom window, evidently at Ron. The speed with which her pussy grew damp amazed even Amy. As much as she wanted to stay and watch Beth with the two girls, she also couldn't deny her desire to run over and join them in their fun. She had been letting her fantasies drift toward women a lot lately, especially Beth, but Amy didn't think she could really do the things she had been imagining. She was convincing herself the best thing to do would be just watch, when a sneaky, yet utterly sexy idea came to her. If they wanted a show, she would help Ron put on a performance they would enjoy. Amy slipped back through the patio doors, and headed to the bathroom to join her boyfriend. 

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Shannon's left hand was firmly squeezing and stroking Beth's firm ass as she moved her right hand to Beth's arm, and began to trace her fingernails down her tanned skin, intent on joining Beth's fingers as they played with her pussy. Courtney was continuing to whisper dirty, sexy remarks in Beth's ear, occasionally allowing her tongue to trace around its edge before nibbling gently on her ear lobe. 

Beth had only been with another woman once before, when she had bought the prostitute to share with her husband on his birthday. She had enjoyed it immensely, and often thought about being with other women since then. She had even imagined herself in bed with Pam on a few occasions, but had never considered taking it past the fantasy stage, knowing Pam would never go for it. And now, as these two college co-eds began to molest her with their hands, she let herself succumb completely to her hedonistic desires. 

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Amy was glad to see she had not locked the door when leaving Ron alone with her erection a few moments earlier. She slipped quietly into the room, only mildly surprised to see Ron jacking off. She was a little more shocked to see a pair of panties wrapped around his cock, but she found herself more turned on by it than taken aback. 

"I decided to slip in and give you some help, that is unless you would rather cum into Beth's panties instead of my mouth." Amy said after glancing for the briefest second at the blinds covering the window. The bright lights made it impossible to see through the partially opened blinds, but she knew they had an audience. 

Ron jumped from the sound of Amy's voice, but after what had happened earlier, he knew he was not in trouble with her, but he was still a little embarrassed at having been caught jacking off with a pair of soiled panties. She was already kneeling down in front of him as he responded, "Oh babe, you know I want your mouth on my dick, these panties, ...I mean, ..I just found them, and....well, I ..." as Ron stammered for the right words, he tossed the panties back on top of Beth's case. 

"It's alright Ron," Amy interrupted him, "maybe you would like the best of both worlds." Amy grasped the shaft of Ron's cock with one hand, and with the other, reached up and retrieved Beth's panties. She brought them down and wrapped them back around Ron's cock. She began to slowly stroke up and down the length of his rod, enjoying the way the soft panties felt sliding between her fingers and Ron's rock hard dick. 

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"Hey, who's the chick?" Shannon asked as soon as they saw Amy join Ron in the bathroom. Her fingers had been actively stroking Beth's dripping wet pussy, and paused only for a second as she asked her question. 

Beth's eyes never left Ron and Amy, even as Shannon's talented fingers brought her more and more pleasure. "Mmm, that is his girlfriend." Was all Beth could manage to say in response. 

Courtney, with one hand now firmly stroking Beth's ass, moved her left hand to her new friend's ample breasts. She had begun to lick and kiss from Beth's ear down to her sensitive neck. As she moved back up to her ear, she said huskily, "She is cute, but petite, do you think she can handle such a big cock? I bet you could let him..push...it...all...the ...way ....in....over and over and over again." As Courtney spoke, her right hand moved down beneath Beth's ass, until her fingers joined Shannon's. As Shannon rolled Beth's swollen clit between her fingers, Courtney slipped first one, then two fingers past her swollen labia, and began to piston them slowly in and out of Beth's hot cunt to coincide with her suggestive words. 

Beth's was responding rapidly to the hands on her body as she grasped the window seal and made every effort to direct her attention to the two teenagers unknowingly performing for her only a few feet beyond the windowpane. She was staring intently and was disappointed to see Ron quickly drop her panties. She wondered if Amy was upset with him, but as Amy dropped to her knees and took the discarded panties to stroke them once again over Ron's shaft, her face only inches from his crotch, Beth quivered with anticipation. 

However, despite the pleasure coursing through what seemed to be every nerve in her body, she was still frustrated. Frustrated by her inability to fully view Ron's cock. Amy's position kneeling on the floor had caused Ron to turn away from the window. So now, instead of seeing a portion of his pubic hairs and shaft, Beth was able to see only the head of his cock as it appeared, then disappeared in Amy's tiny fist. Beth realized immediately that her mind's classification of her view as 'only the head' was not accurate. The head of Ron's prick was truly impressive. Beth had seen plenty of hard dicks in her 35 years, but never had she seen such a large, perfectly shaped mushroomed cockhead as Amy was stroking at that moment. He was obviously on the verge of cumming, for Beth could see the reddish purple colored flesh throbbing with each stroke of Amy's hand, even from her position outside the window. 

Beth watched as Amy leaned over to wrap her lips around Ron's dick. Shannon's and Courtney's hands on her pussy had her on the verge of cumming herself. As she felt her orgasm beginning to build, Beth saw Amy continue to stroke her panties up Ron's shaft, toward her pretty face. When Amy brought them to the junction of her lips and Ron's cock, and then left them there, obviously inhaling her lingering scent, Beth erupted in such an intense orgasm that had her two new friends not have been there, supporting her with there talented hands, she would surely have collapsed right there across the tropical plants beneath the window. 

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On one hand Amy had wanted to tell Ron about their audience, but on the other, she found yet another perverse thrill from displaying him without his knowledge. Amy thought she had turned him so that the three women outside the window would be able to see his big cock and how she would be sucking him into her mouth. She began to initially stroke him with Beth's panties for the effect she hoped it would have on Beth. Amy imagined how much of a turn-on it would be for her to see another man jacking off into her panties, and she had decided to let Beth continue to view Ron's cock encased by her thin, white thong. But, as she began to stroke him with the panties, her face only inches away, Amy began to detect the musky aroma coming from Beth's cotton panties. As hot as she was already, Amy felt her arousal increase to an even higher plain. She looked up into Ron's eyes, trying to imagine how erotic the image of her stroking him with another woman's underwear must be to him. She then leaned closer, allowing his tortuously swollen cockhead to touch her lips. As Amy pulled the fragrant panties up Ron's thick shaft, the scent became more intense. Finally, as her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, the panties pressed into her face. Amy inhaled deeply, finding it highly exciting to know she was breathing in Beth's aroma while pushing her boyfriend to the edge of an orgasm. Her pussy was on fire, and she felt an orgasm building from deep within her, even though her pussy had gone untouched.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 05



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Ron, having been teased and tempted without mercy for the last hour, could not withstand anymore. Watching Amy suck his cock, while obviously getting off on having Beth's panties pressed into her face, was more than he could take. He felt Amy's tongue pressing firmly into the underside of his cockhead, even as she continued to stroke him with her panty-free hand. His body began to buck, and his legs quivered as his first explosion of cum rocketed past Amy's lips and into her awaiting mouth. 

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The force of Ron's orgasm surprised Amy at first, but she was intent on swallowing more of his cum than ever before, if for no other reason than she did not want to remove Beth's panties from her face. The fragrance of her mother's friend's pussy invading her nostrils, while Beth, and two unknown girls were doing god knows what while watching her suck Ron's dick was just too much for Amy. She felt her pussy begin to spasm as she experience an orgasm while kneeling before her boyfriend, and her appreciative audience. 

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The fight with Fred had flustered Pam to the point she didn't even realize she had gone for her walk while still in her nightgown. Only after hearing the catcalls from a passing carload of college boys did she comprehend how she must appear. The thin cotton nightgown, while modestly cut, was still the only clothing she wore, and the cool ocean breeze was pressing it firmly against her, showing off every curve of her sculpted body. She turned to go put on some more appropriate clothing, even though she found herself getting a thrill from hearing the younger boys yell suggestive remarks at her. 

The last thing Pam expected upon entering the room was to see her daughter giving Ron yet another blowjob so soon after the events from earlier in the evening. The bathroom door was opened only a fraction, but it was enough to watch Amy perform the most erotic blowjob Pam could ever imagine. She had initially wanted to announce her presence, as had been her desire earlier, but that feeling quickly vanished. She found it was becoming easier and easier to watch Amy suck Ron's cock. Pam watched from start to finish, finding it strangely erotic to see her daughter inhaling the aroma of her friend's panties. Pam's fingers worked over her cunt until she had cum twice, imagining how Amy must have felt to have something so large pulsing between her lips while basking in the scent of another woman. 

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Beth recovered from her voyeuristic orgasm and while appreciative of her two young friends help, declined their offer to accompany them to their room. She promised to hook up with them later on in the week, never wanting to rule out anything. Just as Courtney and Shannon rounded the corner to go toward their room, Pam stepped from the patio door. Beth was too conscious of her own appearance to notice Pam's flushed face and shortness of breath. They both quickly took up their positions in the lounge chairs, neither interested in pursuing what the other had most recently been doing. 

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Amy again joined the older women on the patio. She was particularly interested in Beth's demeanor, and was pleased to see her still appearing a little flustered. Amy was surprised to see her mom back so quickly from her walk, but relieved she did not question her as to her activities while she was away. After a few moments, all three women went back inside to get the beds ready for a well-deserved rest after a long day of travel and sexual torment. 

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Ron, his cock finally relieved from hours of deliciously frustrating temptations, slipped on his old gym shorts he had brought to sleep in. Amy's mom had told him he would have his own bedroom, so he wasn't really prepared with any appropriately modest sleep ware. The light grey shorts were fairly loose, but really old and worn. The resulting comfortable fit was good for sleeping, but terrible for hiding an erection. Luckily, thanks to Amy's recent efforts, he should be able to at least get from the bathroom to the bed without tenting out the front of his shorts. 

Ron quietly stepped from the bathroom. Before him he saw Pam, her back to him, leaning over his roll-away-cot as she tucked the sheets beneath the mattress. Her nightgown was pulled up to just below her ass. Ron was certain that if she bent just a fraction more, her ass and pussy would be exposed to him. Across from Pam, Beth was stretching in a similar fashion as she smoothed out the sheets, only Ron was being given a clear shot down the neckline of her gown. Her beautiful breasts were both completely visible to his leering eyes. 

Much to his amazement, Ron felt a stirring in his cock. He dropped his hand to press the swelling member over and down, trying to avoid an embarrassing display. As his hand repositioned his package, he looked beyond the sexy divorcees before him, and saw his teenage girlfriend, sitting on the bed, flashing him a knowing smile. 

He smiled feebly back, wondering if this first day of their vacation would ever come to an end.

More to come.



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 06



It had taken Ron a long time to finally fall asleep the night before. His brain had been consumed by the events of the last 24 hours. As he had replayed each incident over in his mind, he had tried to determine exactly what had been intended and what had been inadvertent. 

Even though Beth and Pam were obviously not ashamed of their bodies, he didn't really think any of his encounters with them had been intended to deliberately arouse him. Amy, on the other hand, had been blatantly tormenting him, and while he wasn't about to complain about her behavior, he was completely confused and curious as to her ultimate intentions. 

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Ron's bed, after much discussion, had finally been squeezed in between the other two beds. Any other location in their small room would have required the ladies to have to climb over him to get to the bathroom. Ron wouldn't have minded for obvious reasons, but Pam was insistent that they position the roll-away-bead in a less prominent place. The portable bed was a half foot or so lower than the regular beds, and wedged tightly between them, causing Ron to have to enter and exit from the foot of his narrow bed. 

After discreetly peering down the neckline of all three of his roommate's gowns as they positioned and repositioned the bed, Ron was once again feeling rather horny by the time they all retired for the night. Thoroughly replaying each and every tempting encounter of their trip over and over in his mind, Ron began to let his thoughts drift into numerous fantasies about what could have happened in each situation. Almost without fail, each fantasy led to him fucking Pam as she knelt before him, her perfect ass wiggling seductively as he eased his cock into her tight pussy. 

Ron was fairly certain all three ladies were fast asleep, and he even thought briefly about jacking off to relieve some of his frustration, but the risk of getting caught was too high, and he eventually drifted off to sleep himself. His fantasies resurfaced throughout the night as vivid dreams, and as he lay stretched out on his back in the morning light, Ron's cock was pressing firmly against the loose fitting gym shorts he had worn to bed, noticeably tenting the sheet covering his body. He was in a deep sleep, the current dream involved Pam, Amy and Beth, all three taking turns sucking on his dick. Ron's body was motionless, with the exception of the sporadic bobbing of his dick as his body responded to the imaginary lips and tongues that swirled around his cock and balls. 

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Beth had been slowly awakened by the gentle rhythm of Pam's shower water beating against the tile walls. She opened her eyes without even shifting her body, and her first sight of the day was Ron's face as he lay asleep only a few feet from her. It had been great fun the night before to let him peek down her gown as they moved the bed from spot to spot. It was such a hoot watching him try to slyly steal peeks of all the exposed flesh being presented to him. Beth glanced over to where Amy was still asleep, having rolled over to her mother's side of the bed. Pam had made it perfectly clear that Amy would not be sleeping nearest to Ron, which meant that he had ended up sandwiched, in a way, between Beth and Pam. 

Beth's eyes then roamed down the teenage boy's shirtless upper body, locking instantly on the sheet protruding above his crotch. The bulging sheet was indeed impressive, and Beth wanted more than anything to see Ron's cock in the flesh. The irony of the situation was not lost on Beth. She had been a cockteaser for years, and now, in the middle of some of the best exhibitionist opportunities she had ever had, tempting a good-looking boy with a hair-trigger cock, she was the one that was frustrated and longing to see more. Beth knew she really couldn't do anything to cross the line with Amy's boyfriend, but....the way Amy had been behaving, deliberately exposing her mother to Ron, who knew what might happen before this vacation was over. 

As Beth lie there, trying to picture Ron's cock hidden beneath the sheets, she noticed Amy stir and begin to crawl from her bed. She feigned sleep and continued watching between the slits of her nearly shut eyelids. Amy, apparently still half asleep herself, quickly passed by, paying no attention to either Ron or Beth as she headed to the kitchen for something to drink. Beth watched Ron for signs that he would wake up also. His steady breathing indicated he was still fast asleep. 

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Amy was busy gulping down her orange juice when she noticed Ron's hard-on pressing against the sheet. She actually considered going over to wake him up with a quick and quiet blowjob, but even as she was weighing out the risks in her mind, she heard the shower cut off. Amy certainly didn't want her mother to come from the bath and catch her with Ron's dick in her mouth again. Actually, the thought of her mom peeking on them appealed to Amy in some deviant way. She couldn't explain it, and was even ashamed to admit it to herself, but it was true. Amy suspected her mom had enjoyed seeing Ron's big dick, and she had certainly enjoyed letting Ron spy on her mom in the bathroom last night. It was definitely perverted, and she had tried to suppress her feelings, but there was no denying that she was getting a jolt from tempting her mom with her well hung boyfriend, and vice versa. But never-the-less, now was not the time or place to let her walk in on yet another blowjob, besides, Beth was lying there practically right next to Ron, not that she would likely mind. She had most certainly enjoyed spying on him last night with her two young friends. 

Remembering the performance she and an unknowing Ron had put on last night in the bathroom was making Amy hot again. She was really enjoying her evolving exhibitionism. Amy was recalling the details of her blowjob, and the way she had been inhaling the scent of Beth's panties, when she thought about the fun Beth must have had watching them, and yet another deliciously deviant plan came to her. 

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Beth remained motionless as she listened to Amy in the kitchenette while watching Ron's cock occasionally jerk and twitch beneath the sheets. She watched quietly as Amy stopped at the foot of the bed,glanced briefly at Beth, as if to confirm she was still asleep, then reached up and gently pulled back the sheet that was covering Ron's lower body. Beth had to really concentrate on pretending to be asleep when the light gray shorts, straining to contain Ron's erection, came into view. Even though the shorts had been noticeably baggy the night before, it now appeared every single stitch in each seam was being tested by the urgency of Ron's cock. Beth did allow her eyes to follow Amy as she left her boyfriend exposed and went over to window. She opened one of the blinds slightly, then turned and went back across the room to the bathroom. Beth was curious as to her actions, but began to piece things together when she heard her open the door and tell Pam she was going to go for a jog down the beach. Amy stopped just long enough to shed her nightgown, hastily throwing on a pair of tight shorts and a loose fitting tank top, before slipping quietly out the door. 

Beth admired Amy's body for the few seconds it took her to change into the shorts and top, making a note of the fact that she had neglected to wear either panties or a bra. Beth was certain Amy would be watching through the recently opened blinds, evidently anxious to view her mother's reaction to Ron's bulging shorts. Beth, like Amy, was curious as to how Pam would react, so she continued to feign sleep as she heard the bathroom door open. 

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Pam had spent most of the time beneath the soothing water thinking about the unbelievable events of the previous day. What had begun as a completely innocent vacation with her friend, her daughter, and her daughter's boyfriend, had somehow evolved into a constant state of sexual tension arising from the repeated tempting encounters with Ron's penis. Not only had she inadvertently seen and felt his arousal on two occasions before they even landed on the island, she had then allowed herself to intentionally spy on her own daughter performing oral sex on him, not once, but twice. And then last night, it was obvious to her that Ron had been trying to peek down the neckline of her gown as they got his bed prepared. Even though she knew at the time she should have repositioned herself to keep from tempting him (he was a teenage boy with normal sexual curiosity after all), she had allowed him several prolonged views of her breasts while she pretended to be unaware of the sight she presented. As a result, she had been rather horny by the time they had all finally gotten to bed. But, as Amy leaned close to her and kissed her cheek goodnight, her improper thoughts concerning Ron were engulfed in a wave of overwhelming guilt that kept her awake, battling her conscience until the exhausting day finally won out and she drifted off to sleep. 

The time alone under the hot shower had convinced Pam she could purge herself from the immoral thoughts that had nearly consumed her the day before. She was newly committed to interacting with Ron in a purely wholesome and appropriate manner. Pleased with herself for pursuing the moral high ground, Pam stepped from the bathroom feeling completely refreshed, both physically and mentally. 

As she moved quietly around Beth's bed, her wet hair still dripping slightly onto her bare shoulders, Pam glanced first at Beth, and then to Ron, to confirm they were still asleep. Given her recent vow to refrain from tempting Ron, she certainly didn't want to parade past him to the dresser, wearing only a towel. She was almost to the foot of Ron's cot when she first saw his bulging grey shorts. He had evidently kicked off his covers, and now his erection was blatantly pressing upward against his shorts. Pam remembered back to her married days, when Fred had awakened many a mornings with a wonderful erection, although, he had never been able to offer anything close to the package jutting from between the legs of the teenager spread out before her. 

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"Look at him, look at him, come on look...." Amy was whispering to herself as her mother moved gracefully around Beth's bed. That same feeling that had overtaken her yesterday, when she knew Ron was undoubtedly lusting for her mother from his hidden position in the bathroom closet, was once again causing Amy's knees to buckle and her pussy to grow damp. She still couldn't explain fully why she was getting such a sexual thrill from deliberately teasing both her mom and Ron. She didn't want them to actually instigate anything sexual, and she didn't think either of them would, which, she had decided, may have been at least part of the source of her motivation. Her clandestine knowledge that they were both privately being tempted by the other, yet basically powerless to act on their lustful thoughts, was really getting Amy's juices flowing. It had certainly aroused her when her mother had admitted to spying on her sucking Ron's dick, and Ron's instant erection at hearing the same news left little doubt as to his reaction. Pam's explanation that Ron's was the biggest penis she had ever seen only made the games she was learning to play with them even more enticing. 

"Bingo!" Amy thought as Pam stopped abruptly, obviously noticing Ron's bulging crotch for the first time. She was willing her mother closer to her boyfriend's hard cock, wanting her to stare at him, imagining how she must long for a big fat cock like Ron's. 

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Beth concentrated on keeping her body perfectly still as she focused her vision from behind her nearly closed eyelids. When her friend stopped to stare at Ron's straining gym shorts, Beth allowed her eyes to join Pam's. Ron appeared to still be sleeping deeply, although his cock seemed to be jerking and throbbing more and more. She could only imagine how horny he must be by now, no matter how many times Amy had sucked him off, the teasing Ron had endured over the last 24 hours was bound to be tormenting his teenage body. As Beth continued to watch his cock, she noticed how each bobbing motion it made seemed to increase it's rigidity, causing the already loose fitting elastic waist band of his shorts to be pulled up and away from his flat stomach. If only she were lying a little further up on the bed, Beth was certain she would be able to peek directly beneath the tented elastic of his shorts, and maybe see some of his big dick. She wanted to move, hell she wanted to reach over and grab him, but she knew that was out of the question. From her peripheral vision, Beth could tell Pam was still frozen in her tracks, blatantly staring at the impressive sight before her. 

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Pam's brain was spinning. How could this be happening again already. Pam had honestly committed herself only moments earlier to behaving appropriately in both body and mind, and now here she was, being presented an opportunity to discreetly admire Ron's thick cock as it pressed obscenely against his thin gray cotton shorts. She had only been staring for a moment, battling the lustful thoughts rapidly invading her brain, when she first saw his penis bob noticeably beneath his shorts. She managed to refrain from gasping at the sight of his bulging crotch as it strained to escape it confines, but she could not keep her own body from reacting as well. Pam felt her pussy grow damp and she fought the urge to slip her hand beneath her towel and pleasure herself as she had the previous night while watching Amy sucking on the very cock before her now. 

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Ron was in a deep sleep, unaware of the temptation and turmoil his throbbing prick was causing all three of his travel companions. But as the latest in a relentless procession of dreams consumed his brain, Ron's body was responding. In his dream, Ron was sitting on the hotel couch with Amy straddling him, her ass pressing into his stomach. His cock was jutting up between her legs, and Amy was slowly stroking it, as if it were her own. Beth and Pam were on their knees, their faces only inches from his dick as Amy's hand traced up over the head and firmly down his thick shaft. She would offer it first to Pam for a quick lick, stroke him once again, spreading her mother's saliva over his organ, then offer it to Beth. At the point she allowed both women to trap the purplish head between their lips, an orgasm began to rumble from deep within Ron's sleeping body. In his dream. Ron was squirming beneath Amy, his hands roaming all over her tanned body, but as he lay there in his little roll-a-way bed, beneath the gaze of Pam and Beth, his body was motionless, with the exception of his pulsating cock. 

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Pam forced herself to turn away from Ron's tented shorts, using all her will power to abide by her recent vow to avoid encounters just such as this one. She had grabbed her bikini from the dresser and was heading back to the bathroom, when the phone rang. She was startled by the ringing phone, isolated on the little night table wedged securely between the head of Ron's roll-a-way and the other two beds. Pam silently scampered back around both Beth and Ron's sleeping bodies, then up across her own bed to answer the phone. Her haste had caused her towel to loosen, and both her breasts sprang free as she lifted the receiver to her ear. Pam quickly glanced at Ron, glad to see he had not moved, with the exception of his cock. It was now bobbing rhythmically beneath the gym shorts. She retied the towel as best she could while sitting on the bed as she spoke into the phone. 

"What? ....Yes? Oh, hi there Lois.... Yes, everyone is fine and the trip went smoothly. I think Ron is having a good time, but I think he is still asleep right now." Pam continued to listen to Ron's mother, hoping she would not ask that he be awakened. 

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Beth had torn her eyes from Ron to watch Pam crawl across the bed to answer the phone. Even though she had seen her friend's boobs before many times, there was something quite sexy in the way they had just escaped from her towel, and the precarious way in which she had reinserted them beneath the yellow cotton material. Realizing Pam would most likely have to awaken Ron to speak to his mother, Beth decided to remain 'sleeping' and discreetly observe her friend. 

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Amy had seen her mother break her eyes from Ron and head back to the bathroom. She was disappointed Pam had not taken the opportunity to really get a nice long look, and she left her position at the window to re-enter the room. Amy decided to wake Ron up for an early morning walk, she was already horny and wanted to have some fun with his morning erection. She had not heard the phone ring, nor seen her mother bound across the bed to answer it, so she was taken by surprise as she entered the room to find her mother sitting on the bed, her ear to the phone, but her eyes undoubtedly back to Ron. 

"Hey, what's going on?" Amy said in a hushed, neutral tone, still trying to decide how best to react to the situation. 

Pam turned back away from Ron's hard-on at the sound of Amy's voice. She felt guilty for having been caught by her own daughter ogling her boyfriend. She averted her eyes from Amy's and covering the mouth piece of the phone as she said to her, "I have Lois on the phone and she wants to talk to Ron, why don't you get him up." As soon as the last phrase left her lips, Pam knew it was a mistake. She felt her face flush red from embarrassment and clutched the loosening towel closer to her breasts. 

Amy pretended to notice Ron's bulging shorts for the first time, and she began to giggle at her mother's unintended innuendo. 

As Pam took in the entire situation, she could not help but to chuckle softly as well before regaining her serious demeanor and pointing to the phone. She then brought her finger to her lips, shushing her daughter as she said softly, "Amy you should really cover him up before you wake him, or else the poor boy will die from embarrassment." 

Amy nodded her head in agreement with her mother as she went to the foot of Ron' bed and pulled the thin sheet up and over his bobbing shorts. She crawled up next to him and whispered in his ear, "Ron....Ron, your mom is on the phone.....Ron? Can you hear me?" She began to gently shake his shoulders. 

Amazingly, Ron had remained in a state of deep sleep through the conversation carried on around him. He was on the verge of spewing an monumental orgasm inside his shorts when Amy's words began to invade his dream. Instead of hearing 'your mom is on the phone', Ron responded to Amy in a hoarse whisper, "Oh yeah Amy, let your mom have my bone, mmm, yes." 

Pam's mouth fell open in disbelief upon hearing the statement uttered by Amy's sleeping boyfriend. Amy didn't want her mom to think she was so depraved as to find Ron's statement less than disgusting, although in reality she was getting turned on to know he was obviously having an erotic dream that included both her and her mom. She tried her best to act put out with him, and began to shake him harder, saying, "Ron! Wake up, your mother is in the telephone!" 

Ron began to stir awake, only seconds before he was ready to erupt inside his shorts. As he was coming around, Pam turned her back to Amy and Ron, as she resumed her conversation with his mother. 

Ron slowly awoke to Amy's jostling. It took him a few seconds to realize what was going on. He knew he was terribly hard, and oh so close to cumming, vividly hanging on to his dream as Amy leaned in close to his face. As he pulled her close to kiss him, anxious to get a quick blow job to relieve his frustration, she pushed him away, directing his gaze with her eyes to her mother on his right. Pam was sitting on the bed with her back toward them, wrapped haphazardly in a yellow towel as she spoke on the phone. Ron didn't remember voicing his desire for Pam to pleasure him, and he immediately brought his knees up, allowing the tented sheets to conceal his erection, glad Pam had not seen his hard-on. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 06



"Mom, Ron's awake." Amy said, causing her mother to turn and acknowledge Ron. His cock was still jerking and bobbing, hidden beneath the sheets, still seeking the orgasm that had been but seconds away. As Pam shifted on the bed, the towel stretched tightly against her body. Her boobs were straining to break free, but Pam seemed to be very conscious of her appearance to Ron, and held the material tightly with her free hand. Ron immediately felt guilty for having been so obvious in staring at her, although given recent events, he doubted Amy minded at all. 

Upon giving the phone to Ron, Pam tried to modestly scoot off the end of the bed. It was hard to keep the towel from gaping open, and she felt Ron eyes on her even as he began speaking to his mother. She silently returned to the bathroom to get her bikini on and head to the beach as quickly as possible, anxious for some time alone to yet again work on getting herself together, and push the lustful thoughts from her brain. 

Ron began updating his mother on their trip to date as best he could, although his raging hard-on and the recent vision of Pam's nude body playing peek-a-boo with him through her towel were making it difficult for him to concentrate. He managed to keep the conversation to a minimum, and just as he was preparing to hang up, Pam emerged from the bathroom carrying her beach towel and wearing an oversized tee shirt, evidently covering her bikini, and whispered to Amy she was headed to the beach. 

As Ron turned to replace the receiver back in its cradle, Amy quickly confirmed Beth was still sleeping, then she deftly slid her entire body beneath the sheets, pressing herself nicely between his muscular legs. 

"Amy! What are you doing?" Ron whispered, glancing first at Beth only a few feet from them, then at the squirming sheet between his legs. Amy chose not to answer him with words, but to show him her intentions, as she quickly pulled his cock from the stretched leg opening of his shorts. She grasped his shaft firmly in her small hands, holding him tightly as he tried to move from her grasp. He wanted her hands and mouth on him, but Ron had been close to achieving a wet dream when she woke him up, and he knew it wouldn't take long until he was cumming. He was afraid he would be unable to keep from waking Beth when his orgasm finally came. 

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Beth was actually shocked at Amy's brazenness. She had done a lot of daring things in her day, but giving a blowjob to her boyfriend while an adult slept only two feet away was something even Beth would not have attempted in her teenage days. Not that she was complaining, Beth thought Amy's naughty actions were wonderful and would only serve to make their trip all the more exciting. She watched discreetly as Ron eventually gave up his efforts to escape from the little nymph beneath his sheets, seeming to resolve himself to receiving a good-morning blowjob. 

Beth was once again frustrated at not being able to see anything. She decided to go on the offensive before Amy could get Ron off. She began to stir as if waking. Beth figured they would react in one of two ways. Either they would acknowledge Amy was beneath the sheets, or she would try to hide there, either way Beth figured it would be fun to torment them some. 

Beth opened her eyes, pretending to be only half awake, and slowly propped herself up on her elbow, her head resting in her hand as she looked in Ron's direction. "Morning", she said to him in a soft voice. 

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Ron had noticed some movement from Beth's bed just in time to pull his knees up as far as he could. He was still sitting upright in the position he had assumed to conceal his erection form Amy's mom, his back against the small night table that held the phone. Due to still being firmly tucked beneath the foot of his bed, the sheet was stretched tight as it sloped up from the mattress and over his knees. He hoped the sheet was tented and taut enough to conceal Amy. 

"Good morning." He responded, glancing toward Beth and immediately noticing how her position on the bed was providing an enticing view of her left breast as it tried to escape from the neckline of her gown. 

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Amy froze at the sound of Beth's voice. She scrunched her body up tight between Ron's legs and looked around beneath the sheet as best she could. She thought she was safely concealed, and from the sound of Beth's voice, it did not appear she had noticed what they were doing. Amy didn't want Beth to catch her giving Ron a blowjob. Even though Amy knew Beth had spied on them last night, she didn't think even Beth would just sit there and condone her friend's teenage daughter sucking a hard dick while she sat and watched. Then again, Amy was not really sure what Beth might or might not do in a given situation. That thought sent a jolt through her body as she tugged Ron's still hard rod downward to her lips, gently flicking her tongue across his sensitive head while Beth and Ron began to talk. 

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"Where are the others?" Beth asked as she proped herself up higher on her elbow, purposely allowing even more of her tanned breast to peek from her gown. She could feel the lacy edge of her neckline on her stiffening nipple, indicating her silver dollar sized areola were very nearly exposed. 

Ron's cock had not lost any hardness, yet the initial fear of being caught had repressed his impeding orgasm. Now, as Amy's tongue flicked up and down against him while he tried not to get caught staring at Beth's boobs, his cock began to throb once again. 

"Ron? I said, 'where are the others?' Are you okay?" Beth fought to keep a straight face as she broke Ron's trance. 

"What? Uh, Oh, yeah, They ah, went to, I mean Pam went to the beach and Amy went for a jog." Ron said as he tried not to moan from the sensations Amy's lips were now providing him. 

"You about ready to get some sun too?" Beth asked as she rolled over to the opposite edge of the bed and swung her feet to the floor. Ron was watching intently as her gown scooted further and further up her thigh. By the time she stood up, her tanned leg up to her hip was visible for a brief second, until her gown fell back into place, concealing her legs to just above her knees. 

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Amy was taking her time with Ron, not wanting him to cum too fast. She alternated sucking his purple colored head past her lips with gentle kisses across his balls while she pressed his cock up firmly against his stomach. Ron was motionless as he attempted to keep up a conversation with Beth, and Amy was fully enjoying this opportunity to drive him completely crazy. She only hoped Beth wouldn't leave them alone right away, she was having too much fun as things were to quit anytime soon. 

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Little did Amy know, but Beth had no intention of leaving them alone anytime soon. She was simply biding her time until she could come up with something to do that would appear innocent, and if not innocent, at least plausible enough to young Ron that he would not be certain she was doing it with the intention of being a cocktease. As Beth did a slow stretch, pulling first one arm, then the other over her head, causing her gown to rise up dangerously close to revealing her firm ass, it came to her. 

She turned back to face Ron, with only the sofa bed on which she had been sleeping separating them. "I'll get my bed put away, then we can get to yours a little easier to fold it up and store it over in the corner." Beth said as she bent over to straighten the covers on her bed, knowingly allowing Ron a clear view down past the drooping neckline of her gown. Offering such a clear view of her tanned breasts to a teenage boy would normally have been exciting enough for Beth, but letting Ron ogle her while his big cock was likely being stroked, or maybe even silently sucked by Amy underneath the sheets was proving to be quite a turn-on. 

Beth continued on with some innocent chatter about their plans for the day. Talking about how much fun she was having, and even stating what a lucky guy Ron was to have Amy for his girlfriend, all the while she kept bending and stretching as she made and folded her sofa bed, intentionally letting him admire her as the thin cotton gown slid across her toned and tanned body 

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Amy almost giggled aloud when Beth told Ron he was lucky to have such a sweet girlfriend. She wanted to peek from beneath the sheet to see what Ron was seeing. Knowing Beth, she guessed she was not too concerned about whether or not Ron was checking her out. 

Amy continued to pace herself, and therefore Ron. She had learned from her numerous blowjobs the tell-tale sign of Ron's balls contracting, indicating his orgasm was not far off. There was enough light shining through the white cotton sheets to allow her to see Ron's crotch quite clearly. She could see how his balls were indeed pulling up tight to the base of his penis, so she let his swollen head slip quietly from her lips and the rhythmic swirling her tongue had been providing for that last couple of minutes. As she heard Beth moving around the room, Amy held Ron's cock firmly in her tiny fist, trying not to squeeze or stroke him, and dipped her face further down between his legs. She rested her head gently against his thigh, making sure the sheet still safely stretched above her, across his knees, to conceal her presence, and began to plant soft kisses across his balls. 

The absence of her lips on his super-sensitive cockhead had the effect she desired, and his impeding orgasm slowly faded away. As it did, his balls once again began to sag from his body, allowing Amy to ever so gently lick and kiss his ever growing scrotum, occasionally taking an entire ball into her hot wet mouth. 

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Ron, under normal circumstances, would have ranked the work Amy was administering to his cock and balls right up there as one of her best efforts, but under the present conditions he could only think of what she was doing to him as something he was being forced to endure. He was working so hard not to let Beth know what was happening just beneath the sheets that it was almost pure torture. 

And then there was Beth. Ron's naivety was leading him to believe Beth was completely unaware of the way she was inadvertently flashing him. He didn't even consider a woman Beth's age would find any fun in purposely exposing herself to a young boy like himself. Amy, on the other hand, was obviously getting off on these perverted situations she was getting him involved in, but he chalked that up to teenage exploration, his mind managing to keep her behavior totally separate from anything that might be motivating Beth. 

As Amy alternated sucking first his left, then his right ball past her moist lips, Ron's eyes followed Beth as she made her way past the foot of his bed, still making polite conversation. 

"So, I hope we are going to have nice sunny weather again today, I heard someone say yesterday there might be a storm coming through this morning." Beth said as she neared the window and began to twirl open the blinds. 

As the brilliant sunlight began to stream between the widening blinds, Ron watched Beth's gown transform from a fairly modest cotton nightgown until it was almost completely transparent. Her body was clearly silhouetted by the Caribbean sun, and as she turned slightly to face him, the light now striking the front of her body, he could even see the whispy blond hair growing between her legs. 

"Looks nice, huh?" Beth asked, deliberately throwing him the loaded question. She noticed the look on Ron's face, which was all she needed to see to know the streaming sunlight had provided him the view she had intended. 

"Sure does," Ron responded, staring at Beth's crotch longer than he should have. He looked up to meet her eyes. Beth had a perfectly normal look on her face, and he quickly realized she was talking about the weather. At this very second, Amy began once again to firmly stroke his shaft as her lips traveled up from his balls and joined her slowly moving hand. 

"Ah!" He gasped at the sudden tugging on his cock. 

Beth turned to face him completely, "Are you ok?" 

Ron quickly composed himself, even as Amy's lips wrapped over his throbbing head. "Yes, ....I was just......you know, .....ah ....um.....I just scraped my back, ....you know..... across the table behind me,.... but I'm ok." He was finding it almost impossible to speak coherently with Beth. Amy's tongue was working feverishly on the sensitive underside of his cock, and Beth was still standing there, her boobs looking even larger and more perfect than ever, framed by the bright light and her slender body. 

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As Ron stumbled over his words, Beth discreetly examined the tented sheet extending from Ron's knees to the foot of the bed, and had she not known Amy was hiding there, doing no telling what to young Ron, she would never have even suspected her presence in the room with them. 

"Well, I certainly hope you are okay. You still have a lot of duties to perform as my personal cabana boy, remember?" Beth said, smiling sweetly at Ron when his eyes moved quickly from her near nude body up to meet her gaze. "Don't worry, I haven't told anybody about the perverted little assumption you made during our game of hangman on the plane, but I do expect some service in return for my silence." 

The fact that Amy could not see her offered Beth the opportunity to be pretty daring in her cockteasing. Realizing, however, that her last statement might be interpreted by Amy as an attempt to push Ron into some sort of sexual favor, Beth explained further, "You know what I mean, getting me drinks, bringing me towels, all those things a good cabana boy would do." 

Beth's intention was to mercilessly tease Ron while making her actions appear completely innocent and inadvertent. She wasn't sure how far she could take her actions before Ron would suspect she was intentionally tempting him. Beth guessed she could get pretty bold as long as she carried on an appropriate conversation and never let on she even suspected her actions were having an affect on him. Even if he did suspect she was purposely teasing him, Beth doubted he would feel confident enough in his suspicions to say or do anything about it, especially after the way she had shot him down after the game of hangman. 

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Amy felt Ron's body tense up when Beth mentioned the whole "cabana boy" thing, but she didn't relent on his cock. She would make sure to question him about that later. Right now his cockhead was engorged and she could feel it throbbing against her lips as she deftly planted wet, sucking kisses all over it. Amy took care to keep her body safely concealed beneath the sheets as she heard Beth moving from near the windows back past the foot of the bed. 

She once again noticed Ron's balls contracting upward, and allowed her lips to disengage from the sensitive underside of the tip of his cock. She dropped her head back down against his inner thigh and began to lightly lick and blow on his saliva coated shaft. Her left hand was still firmly gripping his prick up near its head, but she was not squeezing or stroking him, intent on prolonging this experience. She managed to position her right hand on his tight scrotum and softly glide her fingertips back and forth over each ball, waiting for them to begin to sag back away from his shaft, thus signaling her when she could resume her blowjob in full force. 

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Ron was disappointed in two things. First that Amy had stopped just when he thought he might get to cum in her mouth, and second, that Beth was moving from in front of the window, her gown becoming less sheer with every step away from the direct light. 

Ron felt the need to keep up the conversation, hoping to make it less obvious he was ogling Beth at every opportunity, "What is the plan for today? Anything particular?" He asked 

Beth stopped at the chest of drawers just across from the end of Ron's roll-away bed, she bent forward and began to rummage through the bottom drawer as she responded to Ron, "Nothing special that I know of, lots of sand and sun is my agenda." As she spoke, Beth could feel the hem of her gown rise higher and higher until her ass was only inches from being exposed to Ron's lustful gaze. 

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Amy's fingernails tenderly scraping across his cum filled balls, coupled with her firm grasp of his pulsing shaft was keeping Ron fully aroused and erect, even though his orgasm had subsided with the absence of her lips around his cock. His cock twitched within her grasp as he observed Beth bending over, searching through the bottom drawer of the dresser. As she fumbled through the clothes and swimsuits, Beth kept talking about shelling, snorkeling, tanning, on and on so much that he tuned her out and concentrated solely on her lovely body. Just we he was certain her ass and pussy was about to peek from beneath her gown, Beth straightened up, holding up a bright green bikini for Ron's inspection, "I like this one for today, you agree?" 

It took Ron a few seconds to realize she had said something that warranted a response from him, "Oh, ....yeah, it looks great" 

"Thanks," Beth said, flipping on the TV to the Caribbean version of MTV, "I just love this island music." She began to sway her hips in time to the steady beat of the music as she headed to the bathroom. 

As soon as the door closed, Ron pulled the sheets up to see Amy grinning up at him, his cock now firmly encased in her hands. She pulled the head forward and down to her lips and began to lick and suck once again on his tormented cock. 

"Amy! You have to get up now while Beth is in the bathroom." Ron whispered. Even before Amy could respond, the bathroom door began to open. Ron quickly pulled the sheets back into place and turned to see Beth stepping into the doorway. She was staring past Ron to the TV as she said, "I just love this song, I heard it by the pool yesterday, who sings this?" As she spoke, seemingly unaware of Ron's eyes on her, Beth reached beneath the hemline of the gown and pulled it upward. As it scrunched up around her waist, Ron quickly realized she had already put on the bikini bottoms and was absentmindedly adjusting them as she stared at the music video, waiting to find out who the artist was. The sight was incredibly sexy, even though her body was far more concealed than she would be later on at the beach. 

After a few seconds she turned to go back into the bathroom, saying, "Let me know when the video is going off so I can see who the band is, ok?" 

"Sure, no problem." Ron replied. He noticed Beth had accidentally left the bathroom door open a little. From his position on the bed, he could see through the small opening, easily viewing Beth's reflection in the mirror. 

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Beth was pretty sure Ron would be staring at her after she 'accidentally' let the door stay open a few inches. She couldn't look to confirm, just in case he would see her checking out the situation. She turned away from the mirror, knowing it would only serve to frustrate Ron not to get a clear view of her breasts. Beth pulled the gown up and over her head. She waited a few seconds before picking up the bikini top off the towel rack, giving her audience a nice view of her near nude body. 

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Ron was willing her to turn and face the mirror, but until then she did he was fully enjoying the vision of her sexy ass and back. She picked up her bikini bra and lifted up her hands to tie the strings around her neck. Even though she hand never turned to give him a clear view of her boobs, Ron was enjoying the way he could see the swell of Beth's breasts peeking around her rib cage as she moved her arms while securing the neck straps. 

As he took in the sexy show Beth was unknowingly putting on for him, Amy was again sucking and licking with all her ability. Ron wanted desperately to cum, but he was uncertain he could maintain control if she got him off with Beth so nearby. As if reading his mind, Amy slowed down, allowing his orgasm to recede, if only momentarily. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 06



Ron had forgotten all about the music video, and as the song begin to end, Beth quickly emerged from the bathroom. She was pressing the cups of the green suit to her chest, the strings that would be tied across her back dangling down next to her ribs. "Ron, you were supposed to find out who sang that, you are definitely failing in your cabana boy duties." She said jokingly. "Well, at least you can redeem yourself a little, would you tie this for me?" 

Beth turned and sat on the edge of the bed, her back almost touching Ron's raised knee, which was the only thing separating her from Amy and his cock. Ron sat there motionless, afraid to relinquish his grip on the sheet for fear it might slip down and expose Amy. 

"Well?" Beth asked, turning three quarters around to look at Ron, "Are you going to tie it or not?" 

"Sure, sorry, it is just that....ah....well your hair is in my way." Ron made a feeble attempt at stalling for time. 

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize." Beth said and turned back around, presenting her bare back and the untied bikini to Ron. She then let the top hang freely from the strings around her neck as she brought both hands up to her neck, scooped up her hair and piled it up on top of her head. "Is that better?" 

"Sure, now I can do it." Ron replied. From his position, he could see most of Beth's left breast as the small triangle of material hung loosely across her tanned globe, hiding her nipple from his view. Ron finally let go of the sheet, and to his horror, it began to slide slowly down his lower stomach as the tension of the cotton material across his knees lessened. 

Before he could even grab the sheet again, it quit moving, evidently reaching an equilibrium across his thighs. He could actually see Amy's hand stroking his cock beneath the edge of the repositioned sheet. Ron decided to move quickly before the sheet completely pulled up and over his knees and he reached around Beth's back to retrieve the green strings. He pulled them across her back, almost thankful the tempting view of her boobs was at least partially removed. He quickly tied a loose bow knot and retrieved the sheet, anchoring it snugly across his waist with his nearly trembling hands. 

"Thanks" Beth said as she stood and turned to face Ron. "Does this look ok?" Before he could answer, Beth went on, "Ron, never mind about me, you look a little flushed, do you feel alright?" 

She stepped closer to him and placed her hand across his forehead. "You feel kind of clammy." Let me get you something to eat and drink. You relax and I will bring you some breakfast." Beth turned to go to the kitchen, grinning to herself for the turmoil she, and likely Amy, were inflicting upon their teenage victim. 

()()() 

Amy stopped her stimulation of Ron's rock hard cock, wanting to time his orgasm just right. She was a little suspicious as to Beth's motives, knowing at least some of her history as a cocktease, not to mention the little scene she had observed of Beth and those two girls spying on Ron in the bathroom last night. 

Amy wanted to have Ron cum with Beth sitting or standing right next to him. She had tried to get him off while he was tying her bikini, but it all happened too fast. Amy's pussy was soaked from her actions beneath the sheets, but she knew she would find time for Ron to take care of her later, for now she was intent to give him an experience he would never forget. 

()()() 

Ron sat there watching Beth move about the small kitchen area. As she stretched and bent to retrieve things from the cabinets, her bottoms, which to begin with had only covered maybe 1/2 of each cheek, was creeping into the crevice between her firm buns, until it more closely resembled a thong bottom. Beth was making no effort to reposition the material, and Ron began to wonder if she realized the sight she was presenting to him. He also noticed that due to the loosely tied strings across her back, a portion of each tanned breast was peeking from beneath the bottom edge of each triangle of green material. 

After a few moments, Ron's cock, while still granite hard and throbbing, was no longer on the immediate verge of exploding. Amy was working him right to the edge and then backing off, over and over again. As Beth stepped from the kitchen with a glass of juice and a jelly donut, Amy began to suck and stroke him once again. 

Ron was making a valiant effort to keep his face from giving away the actions Amy was taking beneath the sheet. Beth sat once again on the edge of the bed, her left foot tucked back and her knee pulled up so that her thigh was pointing directly at Ron. Her right foot was still on the floor. He glanced quickly at Beth's crotch, able to see how the slick material of her suit was hugging her pussy so tightly as to offer a hint of the outline of her outer lips. He diverted his eyes when he felt Beth place her elbow on his knee only inches from the top of Amy's head, her arm extending out toward his chest, holding the paper plate and donut in her left hand. 

As Beth offered the juice to Ron with her right hand, she noticed a bead of perspiration popping up across his upper lip. Instead of reaching for the glass, he just leaned forward and placed his lips against it. She knew he was intent on keeping the sheet in place and concealing Amy lying between his legs, and didn't question his actions, but just tilted the glass to let the cool juice pass over his lips. 

As Ron was sipping the juice, leaning forward slightly, he felt Beth's left boob pressing firmly against his outer thigh. This caused the already ample cleavage offered by her bikini to be pressed further out for his examination. As she removed the glass from his lips, Beth said, "There now, you really need to get some nourishment inside you, your head looks all hot and puffy." 

Amy stifled a giggle in response to Beth's comment about Ron's head, gently scraping her teeth across the hot and puffy head trapped between her lips at that very second. Ron shifted slightly in response to Amy's nibble, causing Beth to also move with the shifting mattress. The flimsy paper plate that had been poised over Ron's stomach 'accidentally' slipped from Beth's grasp, allowing the donut to flip and land directly on Ron's chest. The gooey white icing stuck to his nearly hairless skin as it began to slide further down toward his waist. Ron was unable to let go of the sheet to stop the donuts descent. 

"Oh, I am so sorry," Beth said, appearing genuinely remorseful for the intentional mishap. "I am just too clumsy sometimes." As she reached over to retrieve the donut, she gave it a firm squeeze, causing the raspberry jelly to squirt out across Ron's stomach. "Oh my, I did it again, let me get that cleaned up for you." 

Amy wasn't sure what was happening, but she knew she was ready to push Ron over the edge. If Beth caught them she did, Amy was not going to worry about that at this moment. 

"It's ok, I can take care of it, really." Ron said, hoping to get some distance between him and Beth, especially since it was evident Amy was beginning to suck him with a renewed passion. 

Beth was hearing none of it, claiming it was her fault. She leaned closer to him and began to scoop up the jelly with her fingers. She noticed Ron's knuckles actually turning white as he gripped the sheet tightly across his waistline. "It is a shame to waist this, do you want some?" Beth said, offering her jelly coated fingers to his lips. 

Ron was fighting with all his might to maintain his composure. As he responded, Ron could feel his face getting flushed due to Beth's close proximity as Amy silently, yet urgently sucked and licked his prick, "Ah....no thanks..... I am not all that hungry." 

"Well, suit yourself." Beth said as she brought her red glazed fingers to her own mouth and slowly sucked off the raspberry jelly. "Mmm, that really is good." Beth cooed as her hand dropped back to Ron's muscled stomach to scoop up another portion of jelly. 

Ron could not believe what was happening to him. Beth was, intentionally or not, driving him nuts, and Amy was seemingly intent on making him cum as soon as she could. Ron knew it wouldn't take long as his gaze followed Beth's hand with it's freshly obtained jelly, his eyes diverted only when he noticed how Beth's erect nipples were trying to poke through her bikini top. 

()()() 

Beth was getting so wet, she was concerned her bikini bottoms would soon begin to turn a darker shade of green. She had never had such fun being a tease before. Her ability to completely tease such an innocent teenage boy, with a big cock to boot, all the while his girlfriend was probably servicing him beneath the sheets was just too perfect. And the fact that she was still acting as if she had no idea the turmoil her actions were causing was making even more exciting. She realized what she was about to do would probably make Ron question exactly how innocent her actions were, but she intended to hold to her plan of acting completely unaware and see if his naivety and sheltered upbringing would prevent him from verbalizing any suspicions he might develop. 

With Ron staring at her hard nipples, Beth took the opportunity to rub her thumb across her jelly-coated fingers, allowing an ample portion to drip down across her right breast. It hung there for a second or two before it began to ooze down into her cleavage near the front of her suit, only an inch or so from her now rock hard nipple. 

"I am just too clumsy today, would you look at that." Beth said in her best "disgusted with myself" tone as the jelly glob continued to slid down between her boobs. Ron's eyes were still glued to her tits as she took her right hand and slowly pulled the bikini top out and over, further away from the already substantial exposed skin of her cleavage. She stopped repositioning the material just at the edge of her areola. She took the index finger of her left hand and deftly dipped it into the valley between her breasts and brought it out and across the front of her right tit. She had gathered an ample portion of jelly against her finger by the time it came in contact with her nipple. While neither her nipple or rose colored skin around it were exposed to Ron's view, the way her sticky finger pressed the long sensitive protrusion over, and then allowed it to spring back against her bikini, was clearly visible to young Ron. 

Beth noticed him squirming some beneath the sheets as she inserted her red finger between her lips, then withdrew it and began to speak. "Leave it up to me to not only spill jelly all over you but to drop it on me as well." She repeated the process of running her finger beneath her suit, only this time she ran all four fingers of her left hand insider her cup and over her breast, keeping each digit far enough apart to allow her nipple to spring forward after each fingertip passed by, responding to her stimulation by pressing even harder against the now sticky green bikini. 

()()() 

It was becoming obvious to Amy that Beth was indeed toying with Ron. She was steadily licking the underside of his cockhead as she wondered if Beth might actually know she was beneath the sheets, sucking on her boyfriend's beautiful dick. Amy wondered briefly what Beth might do if she simply threw back the sheet to let her see Ron's cock jutting up, hard as a rock, from her hands. Amy wasn't even sure what she would want her to do. She didn't think she would tell her mom, and she was now pretty sure Beth would enjoy getting a nice view of Ron's big dick. But would Beth maybe even want to reach over and touch it, or even lean over to suck it into her mouth. Amy felt a mixture of excitement and jealousy surge through her body. It would be kinda cool to offer her boyfriend's big hard cock to someone like Beth, but what if she didn't like seeing Beth and Ron together. It was exciting to fantasize about, but being in a situation that could lead to it really happening was causing Amy to think harder about it all. 


Amy thoughts were interrupted as Ron's cock began to swell and jerk against her lips. He was going to cum and Amy knew she would not be able to stop him now. She grasped him at the base with both hands, allowing a couple of inches of his pulsing cock to stick out form her fists, and pulled his head down as far as she could. This allowed her to prop herself on her elbows and keep both his cock and her head steady for his coming orgasm. Amy wrapped her lips around only his fat, blood engorged head and began to suck. At the same time she pressed her tongue up firmly against his most sensitive skin and started licking from one side to the other, keeping firm contact with him as she tried to maintain a steady rhythm with her lips, tongue and mouth. 

()()() 

Ron could feel the sweat breaking out across his entire body as Amy began to steadily call for his sperm with her relentless lips and tongue. He was managing to keep fairly motionless, and any twitching or slight movements he was unable to control were ironically masked by Beth's attempts to clean up the spilled donut. 

He was helpless to do anything but release his long awaited orgasm as he watched Beth run her hand a second time beneath her bikini top. Surely she knew the effect her actions were having on him. Of course, the last time he was certain he knew her intentions was during the hang man game. He was 100% sure she was telling him in black and white she wanted to suck his cock, and he had been 100% wrong and had completely embarrassed himself. He knew he could be wrong again, after all, she probably thought of him as just some goofy kid, and didn't ever realize he would be getting a hard-on for her, and she definitely didn't know Amy was hiding just beneath the sheet, transforming his lustful thoughts into a very real physical response. 

Ron's mind was processing all this as Amy sucked slowly, yet relentlessly on his prick. He was staring at Beth's jelly covered fingers as they swayed just in front of her incredibly sexy tits, waiting for her to once again suck her fingers clean. Just then her voice startled him from his thoughts.... 

"Ron.....I said you don't look too good, .....Ron? Can you hear me?" Beth said. 

"Oh.....Yeah, sure......I was just, ....ah.....wow, sorry, I just zoned out or something. I guess you are right.....ah.....I don't feel......ah quite ........um...normal" Ron managed to stammer out an excuse as he felt his balls pull up and his cock seemingly recoil in anticipation of the forthcoming explosion of cum. 

"You certainly look poorly. Now, I will not take no as an answer, you need something to eat. I feel terrible about ruining your donut, but this sugar might give you the boost you need, no here, take this." Beth moved her messy fingers up to his mouth. His eyes locked on them. These were her same fingers that she had just licked and sucked and then raked up and across her tit, and now she wanted to put them in his mouth. 

"Um.......Ok.....if you .....um..insist." Ron replied just before Beth pressed two of her fingers past his lips. He began to suck the jelly from them at the very instant his cock let loose its first eruption inside Amy's mouth. She held his shaft firmly and just kept sucking. He tried to be as still as possible by tensing up his thigh muscles and pressing his feet into the mattress. 

Beth pulled her semi-clean fingers from his mouth. "Does that make you feel better?" she asked. Before he could answer, Beth took the same sticky fingers and placed them back on Ron's chest. She smeared the white icing across his chest, slowly gathering some against her fingertips. Just as she pressed the thick gooey icing across his nipple, Ron's second load shot out with almost as much force as the first. He wondered if Amy would be able to swallow it without gagging, but her suctioning lips never released his cockhead, and she just kept up her intense tonguing of the sensitive underside of his pulsing prick. 

Beth again offered her fingers, almost dripping with jelly and icing to Ron. He looked at her through glazed eyes as the third wave of cum sprayed against the back of Amy's throat, and parted his lips for her fingers to press past. 

()()() 

Beth was beginning to breath sporadically as she realized Ron was having an orgasm. She was sitting no more than six inches from the cock she had been longing to view since Pam had told her of its enormity. She pushed her fingers into his mouth, until her knuckles were trapped between his now quivering lips. He wrapped his lips around them and began to lick and suck the sweet coating into his mouth. Beth could feel her pussy juices matting down her fine pubic hair, and knew without looking her suit was sure to be discolored from her excitement. 

As much as Beth wanted to lick the remaining jelly from his belly as she made her way down to assist Amy in sucking from Ron's body whatever cum remained, she knew she couldn't. They were only teenagers for God's sake. She had let her cockteasing go further than she had planned. Beth had not planned on Amy being so bold as to actually bring him to orgasm while hiding beneath the sheet, and once again, Beth seemed to ultimately be the one getting teased. 

Beth pulled her fingers from Ron's mouth and tried to speak in a normal voice, "I think that is all I can get up without a washcloth. Do you feel any better?" Beth watched as his body jerked ever so slightly, and she assumed Amy was coaxing yet another spurt of jizz from his young, resilient body. "I think you will be alright if you shower and get some more to eat. I am going to hit the pool, I feel all sticky thanks to you and your donut." Beth laughed slightly at her little joke and wondered if Ron caught the double meaning to her statement as she turned to slowly strut from the room. 

()()() 

Ron took in the sexy sight of Beth's ass as she left. His orgasm was finally subsiding to the point his cock sporadically jerked and offered the weak trickle of cum inside Amy's still sucking mouth. 

He pulled back the sheet to see Amy let his softening, yet fat cock slip from her grinning lips. "That was absolutely unbelievable!" He said to her, his jelly-covered chest still heaving from the excitement. 

()()() 

"It was fun, that is for sure, maybe tomorrow morning you will return the favor while my mom sleeps next to me?" Amy said with a devilish grin. "For now you better get in the shower and get that jelly donut off you. We will talk later about you and Beth, 'mister cabana boy'." 

Ron could not tell anymore when Amy was joking or serious, but he knew enough to know when to be quiet, so he quickly slipped from the bed and headed for the shower. 

Amy was mostly glad she didn't have to find out how she might react if Beth had found her out and wanted to join in. But she had to admit having her so close had been a tremendous turn-on. This vacation was turning out to be way more fun than she had even thought it would be, and it had only just begun. 

More to come....... 



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 07



Beth strolled toward the pool bar, every step causing her toned thighs to stimulate her already steamy pussy. She ordered a Bloody Mary, anxious to try and calm her nerves and perhaps subdue the sexual energy still consuming her body after her latest encounter with Ron and Amy. 

As she downed nearly half of her drink in two needy gulps, Beth reflected on her predicament. She had never been in such a perplexing situation before. This vacation was turning into an ideal opportunity for her to tease an attractive and evidently well-hung teenage boy, something she enjoyed tremendously, and had become quite good at over the years. And as a bonus, his girlfriend was obviously more than willing to tease him as well, not only with her own tight, sexy body, but by finding ways to offer both Beth and her own mother as an alluring, yet forbidden stimulant to him. The result was that while Pam was trying to avoid such encounters, and had no idea her own daughter was up to such deviant behavior, Beth was fully aware of Amy's actions and more than willing to play along. The irony was that while Pam seemed to stay in a state of perpetual guilt for having watched Amy give Ron a blowjob and then commenting to Beth on the size of Ron's cock, Beth had been trying unsuccessfully to steal a glimpse of it ever since. Beth figured Pam was probably just as horny as she was, but given their differing motivations, it hardly seemed fair that Beth was the one who hadn't had a good look at the young cock causing all this turmoil. 

Beth had just finished off her first drink when she noticed Amy making her way toward where she sat at the bar. Beth, along with most every male sitting around the pool, noticed the way Amy's multi-colored bikini clung to her incredibly fit teenage body. By the time Amy joined her, Beth had two Bloody Marys lined up on the bar. 

"That for me?" Amy asked hopefully. 

"Sure, I haven't seen your mom around yet, and we will just tell her yours is a Virgin Mary if she shows up and says anything about it." 

As they spoke, two college age guys turned their poolside chairs around to get a better vantage point of Amy and Beth. Beth noticed them right away and decided to make it worth their while. As soon as the bartender stepped away to serve someone by the pool, Beth stood and leaned over the bar, causing her to stand on tip-toes as she reached for the pepper shaker. Much of her ass escaped from the bright green bikini bottoms and she could feel the thin material pull tight across the puffy and sensitive lips of her pussy. After several seconds she sat back on the bar stool and began to shake pepper into her drink, seemingly completely unaware of the display she had just provided. 

Amy took in the entire scenario, saying to Beth in a low voice, "Those guys over there were really checking you out." 

Beth's eyes never left the celery stalk she was swishing around in her drink as she responded, "Oh, I know, men, and in this case boys, are so eager to steal what they think is an unintended flash of feminine skin. It's my motivation to keep getting to the gym on days I would rather not." 

Amy sat silently for a moment, thinking about what Beth had just said, before she asked, "So......You did that on purpose, so they would look at you?" 

Beth decided to be honest with Amy, curious as to where it may lead. "Yeah, I guess I did. Every since I was about your age I have found that I get a real thrill by making a guy do a double take in my direction. I hope you don't think badly of me." Beth tried to sound sincere as she made the last remark, but with her knowledge of the antics Amy had been up to, it was hard to keep a straight face. 

"No, I don't think badly, as a matter of fact, .....well....you have to promise not to tell my mom, ....but I find myself, now how did you put it, 'getting a thrill' from doing it too. Mom doesn't know it, and neither does Ron, but I hemmed my cheerleader skirt about an inch shorter than the other girls. It is almost funny to hear the guys jockeying for position behind me walking up the stairs at school." Amy continued. 

Beth was not used to drinking so early in the morning and was starting to feel the vodka. "I bet with a body like yours, you must tease those young high school boys to death." 

"Yeah, I guess I do. I come across like miss goody-two-shoes at school, and I act really put out whenever a boy says something crude or forward, but inside I am loving it. Do you know what I mean?" Amy asked, genuinely interested to discuss her emerging exhibitionist tendencies. 

"Oh honey, you have gotten right to it. I think the best part about being a tease is never letting the guy know for sure if you are teasing on purpose or not. " Beth said. 

"You know what seems kind of weird to me though? Since we got to the island especially, I am taking delight in teasing Ron. Even though, well......I am sure mom told you all about her catching us in the bathroom .....even though Ron and I do more than tease." Amy said. She hadn't really planned on having this discussion with Beth, but it was all seeming to flow so easily. 

"It's really not weird at all. I used to do the same thing to my ex-husband, especially on a vacation where there were lots of other women running around half naked. I finally figured out that I did it for the power." Beth said, "My mindset was that I didn't even care if he was being teased by the other women around, cause I was going to tease him in ways they couldn't. I also didn't care if he lusted after them, because I was the one who was in control, deciding when and where he would get relief." 

Amy sat there staring at Beth, amazed at hearing her explain the exact thoughts and feelings she had been struggling to come to grips with herself. Hearing Beth say it only helped to crystallize the elusive, yet persistent urges that had been motivating her to push forward with her teasing and exhibitionism. 

"What kind of stuff did you do to your ex?" Amy asked. 

"Oh, you know, mostly just showing more skin than usual, or maybe rubbing sunscreen on his stomach and thighs while some sexy girls would be prancing around on the beach in front of us." Beth let her mind drift back to the days before her marriage began to crumble. "There was this one time though, God you have to swear you won't tell your mom I told you about this, but Frank and I had gone to this nude beach. We had never been to one before, and he was acting a little embarrassed about getting an erection in public. I talked him into letting me bury him in the sand, and then........." Beth went on with her story to Amy, providing as many juicy details as possible. 

Amy listened intently to Beth recall how she had tormented her husband all those years ago. Amy's pussy grew damp as she imagined how Ron might respond to being in a similar situation. 

"What's wrong?" Beth asked, noticing Amy's thoughtful gaze. 

"Oh.....nothings wrong.......it's that you just made me see .....," Amy paused to choose her words carefully, "well, the reason I feel a certain way sometimes. I have been feeling, well,.....a little perverted, for some stuff I have done lately, but you make it seem more normal, I guess." Amy continued to surprise herself at her admissions to her mom's friend. Given that Amy hardly ever drank, she was certain the Bloody Mary was causing her to say more than she should, especially since she already had a nice buzz going after only one drink. 

Beth ordered their next round of drinks, then said, "Well.....I don't know if you should base your sense of normalcy on anything I say," causing them both to laugh. "But, I think I can remember back to my teenage days pretty well, so if you want to talk about anything at all, I will try to help....and I can keep a secret from your mom if I need to." 

"Thanks, so can I ask you a question?" Amy asked. 

Beth nodded her consent while sipping from her drink, and Amy continued, "Do you dress certain ways, you know, kinda unconcerned as to who looks, or do you try to do stuff on purpose to drive some man nuts?" 

"I guess I do some of both. It is just that men are so easy. All you have to do is bend or stretch a certain way, and you can get their attention for hours." Beth confessed. "The best is when they try not to get caught looking. I guess that is why I get a kick out of the younger guys, like the ones that come to the gym your mom and I belong to. They can be so obvious while trying to be coy. Plus many of them are so naïve, they think they are stealing a peek without me knowing." 

Amy was hanging on Beth's every word, thrilled to be gaining some insight into her own sexuality. "How did you first know you liked being such a tease?" 

"Probably like you." Beth explained, her pussy, having never completely recovered from her doughnut encounter with Ron, began to heat up even more as she recounted her memories to Amy. "I had the best body in my class, and every guy at school would practically break his neck when I walked down the hall in a tight sweater and jeans. And then when I would go to my friends' houses, and I would catch their dads trying to look down my blouse or up my skirt, it made me feel so sexy and even powerful to know a grown man would lust for me like that." 

"That's where it started for me, but then I had a roommate in college that was just as devious, or maybe more so than me." Beth continued, fondly recalling her younger days. "Mandy and I used to do things that would absolutely drive guys crazy....God that was fun." 

Amy was completely enthralled by Beth's story. She glanced down to Beth's bikini, taking note of how hard her nipples had become as she spoke. Amy's mind flashed briefly back to the blowjob she had given Ron in the bathroom last night, knowing Beth was watching while she inhaled Beth's scent from her white cotton panties. "Go on, what kind of things did you two do?" 

"It wasn't really what we did, but how we did it. We discovered over time that the two of us working together could move a situation along that allowed us to tease and flash while appearing completely unaware and innocent in our actions." Beth said. 

"So it is easier to tease as a team, is that what you mean?" Amy asked. 

"Definitely," Beth responded quickly, glad Amy had taken the bait. "I mean, I could do certain things that could be interpreted by my audience as blatant teasing, but if another woman is with me, talking and acting normal, it will appear less like I am knowingly putting on a show." 

Amy was trying to decide if Beth was hinting to the unplanned tag-team tease they had subjected Ron to earlier that morning. Neither of them had acknowledged they knew the other was there, but Amy was certain Beth had been blatantly teasing Ron, and looking back on it, she now suspected Beth had known she was under the sheets the entire time. 

At that moment, Amy looked up and saw Ron coming around the pool. Her second Bloody Mary was almost gone and she could certainly feel the effect of the alcohol as she blurted out, "Here comes Ron, maybe I will take him up the beach and find a good place to bury him." 

She and Beth both laughed, even as Beth's eyes moved behind her dark shades to lock onto Ron's crotch. Her frustrating luck continued, as his baggy trunks were so loose at to conceal any indication of the large cock she was growing more and more determined to see. 

Before Ron got close enough to hear, Amy said to Beth, "We're heading up the beach aways, come by in an hour or so if you want to see how my sand project is coming along." Amy could feel her face blush, for she was certain, given their earlier conversation, Beth knew she was inviting her to come and help her cocktease Ron. 

()()() 

Ron had been initially nervous to find Amy and Beth talking at the bar. He was so confused by the way they had both behaved earlier that morning, he had no idea what to expect, especially from Amy. Given the way she had been deliberately placing him in tempting or risky predicaments, Ron wasn't too concerned about her getting mad at him. Even the fact that he had failed to tell her about the cabana boy/hang-man incident from the plane would pale in comparison to the stuff she had been doing to him over the last 24 hours. 

Luckily, Beth seemed perfectly normal before Amy quickly grabbed Ron by the arm, swung back by the room to grab their beach gear, and led him toward the sand. 

()()() 

They had been walking in silence for quite some time, Amy thinking of Beth's erotic tale of how she had buried her husband in the sand. She was dreaming up her own devious variations to Beth's story when Ron dropped the beach bag, claiming he was too hot to walk any further. 

Amy glanced around, quickly deciding this spot was as good as any. It was not isolated by any means, but there were fewer people around them here than closer to their hotel. 

"You've been kind of quiet this morning, you're not mad cause I crawled under the sheets and gave you a good morning BJ are you?" Amy asked as her brain worked to come up with a way to get Ron to let her bury him in the sand. "At least you got to, you know, get off. I have been all hot and bothered ever since." 

"No babe, I'm not mad, it's just that, well, ....it was real hard to maintain with Beth prancing all around while you were doing that to me. But it was amazing for sure. Why don't we head for the surf and I can 'let my fingers do the walking' to help you out." Ron said as he leaned close and traced his fingertips up and down Amy's hips and lower back. 

"I actually have something else in mind. Help me dig out a hole over here." Amy directed Ron to a spot a little further up from the water. 

()()() 

Thirty minutes later, sweat dripping from the tip of her nose, Amy carefully packed the last of the sand down firmly on her boyfriend. She had taken care to make sure the hole was dug so that Ron's arms and legs would be deep enough to be firmly trapped beneath the damp sand. His crotch, however, was hardly buried at all. Ron had been so intent on his digging, he hadn't noticed the way Amy kept discreetly filling sand back into the middle of the hole, causing the desired effect of keeping Ron's hips elevated in relation to his legs and chest. 

"OK, can you move?" Amy asked. 

Ron had anticipated breaking free easily, but as he put more and more effort into raising his arms and legs, he quickly realized how he had underestimated the weight of the damp sand. "No, I can't move an inch. Go ahead and let me up now, okay?" 

"No way, not after all that hard work. Now is the time to have some fun." Amy said as she began to spread out their beach blanket across Ron's body. The edge of the oversized and worn white blanket came right up beneath his chin. Next she dumped out the contents of her beach bag and grabbed a beach towel before turning her attention back to Ron. 

As she began to position their belongings around the blanket, Ron said, "What's going on, what are you doing anyway?" 

"I have a way for you to make us even for my work under the sheets this morning." As she spoke, Amy looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. Convinced her actions were unobserved, Amy sat down directly in front of Ron's face, spreading her legs out then draped the towel over her knees, and subsequently Ron's head. She reached beneath the towel and pulled her bikini bottoms over to expose her already wet pussy to Ron. 

Amy could feel his breath on her hot, damp skin. She scooted forward until his nose and lips came into contact with her pussy. She had thought Ron would protest a little, at least at first, but he never said a word. His tongue began working its magic at once. She wanted to squeal, but instead just leaned forward slightly, improving the angle at which her trapped boyfriend could lap up her steamy cunt. 

Amy looked around once again. She saw several college age girls coming up the beach. Amy put on her hat and picked up her book. She hoped she looked like someone content to do some reading while protecting her legs from the baking sun. 

Ron wanted to be able to reach up and grab Amy's ass and bring her in closer to his face. He loved eating her pussy, although he couldn't really bury his mouth into her the way he wanted. His tongue, however, seemed to be making her quite happy as it flicked up and down over her engorged clitoris. 

The excitement of having Ron lick over her pulsing lips and clit, right there on the beach, coupled with the fact that Amy had been in a constant state of arousal since sucking his dick earlier that morning had her ready to cum in only a few minutes. She scooted even closer to him, causing Ron's teeth to scrape across her protruding clit. That was all she needed. Amy grunted and moaned as quietly as she could while reaching beneath the towel and pressing Ron's face even more firmly into her crotch. Finally her orgasm began to subside and she fell back onto the beach blanket. Her legs stretched out past Ron's ears, and were covered by the towel, which still outlined Ron's head jutting up between her thighs. 

As Amy lay there, breathing heavily and recovering from her orgasm, she thought she could detect the hardness of Ron's cock pressing up from the sand. She wiggled back and forth across his trapped erection, saying "My, my, I see I am not the only one that enjoyed that." 

From beneath the towel came Ron's voice, "That was fun, no doubt, but now you need to go ahead and dig me up from here." 

Amy gathered herself up and moved around on the blanket so that she was facing Ron, his head still covered by the towel so that only his face shown to her. "Oh no, I have only just begun to toy with you. You are my slave and I shall enjoy you some more while you are at my mercy." Amy said in a mock mistress accent. 

Amy giggled as she removed the towel from Ron's head and replaced it with her upside-down beach bag. It was made of woven canvas strips. Draping the towel once again over the bag served to completely conceal Ron's presence underneath. Amy pulled the towel from the front of Ron's face. Even though Ron confirmed he could see clearly out through the woven material, Amy could not see his face hidden in the darkness of the scrunched up beach bag. 

"Amy!" Ron said in a stern voice, "Let me out of here now." 

"Now Ronnie babe, don't talk mean to me. You wouldn't want me to up and leave you here now would you." Amy threatened, although she and Ron both knew she would not abandon him. Even as she threatened to leave, Amy began to pull the beach blanket covering his crotch to the side. His swimming trunks were covered by only a thin layer of sand. She gently brushed the sand away, making sure to press Ron's erection back and forth with each stroke of her hand. 

Ron could see through the openings in the bag to where Amy had pulled the blanket from his crotch and was now playing with his straining cock. "What are you doing?" he asked with genuine concern as to Amy's intentions. 

"I am just getting you ready for some fun. Now where did I put those nail clippers?" Amy said as she began to rummage through the items she had dumped from the beach bag. Once she found the clippers, she stretched out on her stomach, propped herself up on her elbows and let both her hands drop down over Ron's straining bathing suit. 

When she took the clippers and snipped the first hole in his trunks, near the base of his cock, Ron yelled, "Amy! What the hell? Are you crazy?" and instinctively tried to squirm away. He was unable to budge even an inch. 

Amy responded, even as she continued to snip tiny openings in his trunks, working her way up his fat shaft, "Don't get so worked up now hon, I am not going to cut you, and I will get you some new trunks. But if you keep yelling and carrying on, someone is going to come over here, and that could be somewhat embarrassing for you, don't ya think?" 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 07



Amy looked around once again, still glad to see no one was paying any attention to them, the closest were two very attractive college age girls, but they were at least 25 or 30 yards away. She felt confident in proceeding with her devious scheme. She glanced down the beach once more, expecting to see Beth strolling toward them at any minute. Amy wasn't certain Beth would come, but there had seemed to be some unspoken connection between them at the bar, and she didn't think Beth would pass up this opportunity, especially after the way she had tormented Ron earlier in the morning. 

Turning her attention back to Ron, Amy finished using her finger-nail clippers on the thin material of his trunks. She could see his lovely cock peeking through the tiny gapping seam opened by her handy-work. She had managed to clip through both the outer cotton blend material, as well as most of the mesh lining. There were still some remaining threads holding the incision together and keeping Ron's cock firmly in place. 

Ron could not believe Amy was actually cutting a hole in his shorts to get to his dick. It was evident that she was not going to stop, and he was trapped too securely to make her quit. She was right about him not wanting to draw a crowd, so he decided to keep quiet and try to enjoy her boldness as best he could. He was thankful that she had buried him such that his head was at a good angle to view her actions. He couldn't see much up or down the beach, but his line of vision to the front was excellent. The beach bag and towel shielding the sun, and the cool sand encasing his body worked well to make him rather comfortable. He looked on as Amy glanced to her left, then to her right, before inserting her hand into the newly formed outlet for his cock. 

Amy slipped her fingers beneath the base of his dick and began to pull it up, away from his body. The remaining threads offered very little resistance to Ron's rock hard prick. Watching it emerge from the material reminded Amy of the way a long, fat Italian sausage slips free from its encasing. She moved slightly to shield the view from the girls nearby, then Amy grasped both hands around Ron's shaft and pulled it up perpendicular to his body. 

"God, your dick looks big, just jutting up from the sand all alone like this." Amy whispered, almost as if to herself, before she leaned her face closer and flicked her tongue across his pulsing head. 

"Eeeww, you taste like sand." Amy said after licking down the length of his shaft. She looked down the beach and saw a girl pushing a frozen lemonade cart, "Stay right there while I run get some water to wash you off with." Amy giggled at her instruction for Ron to stay put as she pulled the beach blanket back over his crotch. 

Seeing the blanket tented up over his cock, Ron said, "Amy, you can't leave me like this, what if somebody walks by and steps on my dick?" 

Amy laughed, assessed the situation, then knelt back down and started maneuvering the sand around Ron's cock. Luckily, the angle at which his body was positioned beneath the sand enabled her to pack a small amount of sand around Ron's hips and more adequately conceal his erection as it stretched up toward his belly button. She smoothed the blanket back over him and threw her beach wrap over the barely discernable bulge before saying, "That's better, now hold tight until I get back." Amy said before heading off toward the cart now even further down the beach. 

()()() 

Beth had been watching intently from behind a palm tree. She was not close enough to see exactly what Amy was doing, but you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to tell she had pulled Ron's cock free from the sand. As was the norm, she was unable to get a clear view of what was becoming her all-consuming obsession - Ron's prick. Beth wasn't sure Amy would actually act on the story she had recalled for her earlier at the bar, but she was pleased to see her young friend was maintaining her boldness exhibited earlier, in the hotel room, beneath the sheets. 

As Amy trotted off to catch up with the lemonade girl, Beth moved from behind the tree and headed toward the beach blanket concealing Ron's buried body. 

()()() 

Ron lay there, pondering his predicament and trying to shift his eyes to follow Amy's pursuit of the lemonade girl. As a result, he didn't even realize Beth was nearby until she dropped to her knees, only inches from his cock. She obviously didn't know he was entombed beneath her as she began to yell and wave in an attempt to get Amy's attention. 

His mind began to whirl. Ron couldn't decide if he should announce his presence to her. If he did, she might pull back the blanket to free him, and even if she didn't, eventually they would be ready to leave, and he would have to be freed. Either way, his hard dick poking through the hole in his trunks would be difficult, if not impossible to conceal. As Amy was making her way back to their spot on the beach, he decided to keep quite, hoping that Amy would be able to divert Beth, or maybe get her to leave first so he could be freed while avoiding a completely embarrassing situation. 

()()() 

Amy joined Beth on the white blanket, and Beth said, "Hey, I thought Ron came with you? You didn't run him off already now did you?" 

Amy exchanged a knowing glance with Beth, then responded, "Yeah, he wanted to go up the beach to the Club Med where they are giving scuba lessons. I'm supposed to meet him back at the room in an hour or two." As she spoke, Amy casually moved her wrap to the edge of the blanket with her other belongings. Ron's cock was now separated from complete exposure by only the thin white beach blanket. 

Ron could see from his hiding place both Beth and Amy, casually sitting on each side of his crotch. Beth had changed suits from earlier. She was now wearing a rather conservative yellow tank-ini. It was conservative by the fact that the midriff covering top and short-short style bottoms concealed more of her skin than her normal bikinis. And then again, for some strange reason, she seemed even sexier to Ron. This suit was so tight as to appear to have been spray painted on her lean yet curvy body. 

Beth discreetly glanced to the blanket after Amy removed her wrap, anxious to get a firsthand indication of the size of Ron's equipment. She was somewhat surprised not to see a distinctive cock-shaped bulge jutting up against the thin cotton fabric. Knowing this to be the location of Ron's hidden crotch, Beth was able to make out the lump in the towel that would most likely be Ron's dick, but to her continued frustration, she was still unable to assess the dimensions of his prick. Had she not known the situation, she most certainly would have assumed the barely perceptible rod shaped bulge to be just another imperfection in the sandy beach. 

"You want to hang for a while and catch some rays?" Amy asked Beth. 

"Sure, and since Ron's not here, I might as well lose this top. Your mom had mentioned your comment about him being, how shall I say this tactfully, ...being a little on edge by us hanging around so much in our bikinis that I thought I would honor her request to tone it down some. But since you don't expect him back, I will work a little more seriously on my tan." Both their facial expressions were concealed from Ron's view as Beth winked at her grinning partner in cockteasing. Without ever explicitly admitting to the other their intentions, it was obvious to both of them that they were going to torment Ron, stretched out and helpless beneath the cotton blanket. 

"That's fine, you need some help with that?" Amy said, even as she maneuvered around so that she was kneeling behind Beth. At the same time, Beth turned slightly, resulting in a pleasant profile view for Ron. Amy gripped the bottom of the yellow lycra tank top, and began to peel up from Beth's lower back. Beth raised her arms up as Amy guided the tight material further up her body. Amy met considerable resistance at Beth's impressive breasts. Amy found herself once again becoming aroused by her proximity to Beth's nearly nude body. The added stimulant of knowing Ron was helplessly watching her every move, his hard cock only inches away, was heating her up even more. Amy slid her hands slowly around Beth's body, the entire time keeping them between the clingy yellow material and Beth's soft, bronzed skin. 

Beth could feel her pussy getting damp from the touch of her friend's teenage daughter. She held her breath as Amy moved her hands almost directly in the front of her boobs and began to pull her top up and over her heaving tits. Beth had purposely tied the matching yellow bikini top loosely around her back, and as a result, she could feel it sliding up the lower globe of each breast, most certainly exposing more and more skin to their hidden audience. The fact that Amy's fingers grazed ever so briefly over Beth's now completely erect nipples did not go unnoticed by Beth. 

Ron's eyes were glued to Beth's boobs as his increasingly daring girlfriend pulled the tank suit up and over Beth's head and arms. The bikini top remaining had scooted up also, eventually stopped only by Beth's own excitement. The hem of each small triangular piece of material seemed to catch at the very last moment against her hard, jutting nipples. It seemed to take Beth several seconds to begin to readjust her remaining top. In those seconds, Ron continued to take in what he believed to be the single sexiest sight of his young life. The bottom half of each of her nearly perfectly shaped boobs was hanging from beneath her bikini, while at the same time, the point of view allowed him to see the profile of the incredibly long, erect nipple of her right breast. Ron could feel his cock twitching in response to the tempting vision before him. To his dismay, Beth eventually pulled the material back into position, but her protruding nipples could not be concealed. 

Amy scooted back to her original spot on the blanket, and stretched both hands out behind her, supporting her weight. She intentionally allowed her left hand to rest directly over Ron's throbbing cock, pressing firmly down on him as she carried on a conversation with Beth. 

At the same time, Beth stretched out on her back, her right arm just inches from Amy's hand as it applied steady pressure to his pulsing rod. Beth and Amy began to talk about various random topics, but Ron was oblivious to their conversation. His eyes were targeted on Beth's boobs. Her head was positioned almost next to the bag under which he hid. Her breasts were within his line of sight, directly over her right shoulder. As Amy continued to press and even try to squeeze his dick, Beth reached back and untied the strings behind her neck. She pulled them forward, causing the already tiny patches of material to move even further down and across her erect nipples, leaving them only a fraction of an inch from being exposed as she allowed the freed strings to drop down to her side. 

"Do you want some sun screen?" Amy asked Beth. After handing her the lotion, Amy rolled over on her side, facing Beth. Her elbow was only inches from Ron's face as she bent her left arm upward to support her head in her hand. Her right hand dropped down in front of her, directly onto his steel hard dick. 

Amy watched as Beth began to slowly glide her slick hands over her arms, stomach and nearly completely exposed breasts. Amy found even herself becoming aroused by Beth's actions, she could only imagine the turmoil they must be inflicting on Ron. She looked into the beach bag, but was unable to see even a hint of Ron's hidden face. Amy then diverted her gaze to the lump beneath her fingers. Had she not known better, even Amy would not have recognized the substantial, yet indistinguishable bulge beneath the blanket as her boyfriend's penis. 

Beth's boobs were glistening in the sun as Beth continued to rub the lotion closer and closer to her hidden nipples. Ron's vision diverted form the path of Beth's hands only when he felt Amy's fingers on his cock. He looked down to see the way she was rapping her fingertips up, then back down his shaft. Her index finger pressed firmly against the sensitive underside of his throbbing head, inflicting a delightful sensation to him with each series of finger taps. 

Ron was barely even surprised by Amy's actions at this point in their vacation. And while Beth's actions with the donut earlier that morning had caused him to question the innocence of her motives, her actions now were perfectly consistent with any other person sunbathing on the beach. Beth had no way of knowing he was lustfully admiring her from his hidden vantage point beneath the beach bag. Ron was not sure what might happen if she found him hidden there now, especially with his cock poking from his mangled shorts, and he was intent on remaining silent. After the torture Amy had subjected him to beneath the sheets, keeping quiet in this situation should be easy. Ron's mind was so confused, he just couldn't seem to figure Beth out, and he didn't want to make a mistake and embarrass himself. 

()()() 

Ron's thought process was broken by the sound of Pam's voice, "So there you two are, I have been searching this beach high and low for you. Are you trying to ditch me or something?" 

Amy jumped slightly at the sound of her mother's voice and instinctively removed her tapping fingers from Ron's dick, before responding somewhat defensively, "Oh hi mom, I looked all over for you earlier, Beth just happened by here a few minutes ago herself." 

"Where have you been hiding all morning anyway?" asked Beth. 

"I took a super long walk this morning, then hit the hotel gym for a good workout. I have been looking for you though Amy, your Dad called the room earlier." 

"And did you two manage to speak civilly to each other for a change?" Amy said in the biting way only a teenage daughter could, temporarily forgetting about her buried boyfriend. 

"Actually we did, but he still needs to talk to you later about making final plans for when you hook up with him and Sue." Pam's voice betrayed her words, as the contempt for her ex and his new girlfriend came through loud and clear. "He said he would page me to let us know when he would call back, so we can take his call in the room." Pam said. 

The upturned beach bag limited Ron's view of Pam to just above her waist. He could see she was wearing a baby blue bikini. The bottoms looked to be cut up over her hips, and he could see the bulge her mound and pubic hair caused in the tight material. 

"I have been meaning to ask you this, but I kept forgetting," Beth inquired, "On the phone the other night, why did you tell Fred that Ron was my son?" 

As Pam responded, Amy scooted over further to her right, patting the beach towel near Ron's cock, as an indication her mother should join them. "Oh, you have to know Fred, he is just so protective of Amy, that I knew he would totally flip out if I told him I brought her boyfriend along on the trip, and I just wasn't up to having a fight with him over it. Where is Ron, by the way?" 

Ron was listening intently as Amy once again repeated the lie she had told Beth about his where a bouts, forgetting for a moment the precarious situation Amy had once again placed him in. However, the reality of the situation came back to him quickly as Pam sat down with her legs crossed Indian style, her back to him, and her ass positioned on top of his hidden stomach. He couldn't feel any pressure on his cock, which was good. It seemed pretty certain to Ron that Pam had by chance placed herself so that his crotch was framed by the opening of her crisscrossed legs. 

"Enough about Fred, I've got to hit the water to cool off, anybody want to go with me?" Pam stood, much to Ron's relief. Beth pulled her bikini strings up and retied them behind her neck before standing to join her friend. 

"I'll just hang here, you two go ahead." Amy watched the two sexy 35 year olds head for the ocean, turning heads with every step. 

"You okay in there hon?" Amy asked Ron. She confirmed no one was paying any attention to them and pulled the beach bag up partially away from Ron's head. "Are you comfortable?" 

"Yeah, I'm all right, but what are you trying to do to me? Do you know how much trouble we will be in if your mom finds me with my dick sticking out of the sand?" 

"I'm sorry Ron, I just wanted us to have some fun, I'll get rid of them as soon as I can, but in the meantime, you have to be quiet." Amy responded as she gave him a quick sip of water. 

"At least move over so your mom is not sitting on me, ok?" Ron pleaded, just as concerned for his own sexual frustration as for the chances of getting caught. After all, Beth had been there for a while and had not noticed his dick. From what he could tell, the bulging beach blanket didn't really give him away, but it also didn't offer much protection from the stimulation of having Amy's sexy mom inadvertently pressing against him. 

"Whatever you say Ron, just play it cool, here they come already." Amy said, even as she rolled back away from the center of the blanket to her previous position. Pam and Beth plopped back down on the blanket, their wet bodies glistening beneath the Caribbean sun. 

Amy's blatant disregard for Ron's request to help keep her mom from taking the spot directly on top of his tormented cock led to the exact result she had hoped for. Pam eased onto her stomach, her head positioned directly in front of the beach bag, and therefore Ron's head. The contrast between Pam's petite 5'1" figure and Ron's athletic 6'3" frame resulted in her crotch being pressed exactly over his still swollen dick. 

Pam didn't necessarily find anything peculiar about feeling the firm bulge between her legs. It was just one of many she had felt each and every time she had sunbathed on the beach. She knew it was common for the damp sand to exhibit the effects of the steady winds and tides by forming the rounded ridges she felt beneath her now. The hot sun felt marvelous on her damp body, and she quickly settled into position to catch some rays before Dave summoned them to the phone. 

Beth watched both Amy and her mother for reaction as Pam stretched out across Ron's hidden body. Pam seemed oblivious to the situation, which seemed to please Amy as she not-so-discreetly watched her mother settle her body into position. 

Amy glanced up and made eye contact with Beth, gave her a mischievous grin and said, "You comfortable mom?" 

"Hmmm mmm, I feel great, but I could use some sunscreen on my back." 

"Here, let me," Beth said, even as she grabbed the bottle of lotion and swung her left leg over so she was straddling Pam's back. 

Pam's head jerked up, "Hey, what are you doing?" she asked in a light-hearted tone. "You are going to block my sun while you do that." 

"Don't bitch so much," Beth shot back, equally playfully, "You won't be complaining when I give you a deep back rub while I protect your skin, but first, let's get rid of these damn strings back here." Beth deftly untied the strings of Pam's bikini top, both behind her neck and across her back. 

Pam had turned her head to face her daughter, effectively laying her cheek against Ron's sand covered chest. He was able to look up past her brown hair and see Beth's upper body as she squeezed an ample amount of lotion into her hand. Beth rubbed her hands together briefly before dropping them to Pam's shoulders. Ron could feel the pressure of Pam's body pressed evenly across his entire torso, especially his engorged cock. 

"Mmmm, that does feel good." Pam purred. 

Amy was also laying on her stomach, trying not to be too obvious in her attention to Beth's actions. She could only imagine how Ron's face must look, and his cock for that matter. Amy could feel her own juices flowing as a result of the scenario she had concocted, and she wasn't even the one being teased. She was certain Ron must be ready to explode. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 07



Pam was enjoying her friend's therapeutic hands on her back. Only when Beth scooted further down her body, to sit across her ass, did Pam feel the cylindrical bulge pressing directly up beneath her crotch. A week ago, the near immediate response by her body would have surprised her, but given the sexual frustrations Pam had been battling nearly every moment on this vacation, the fact that she felt a familiar tingling within her pussy was not totally unexpected. Pam knew she should hurry Beth along, but damn if that sand beneath the blanket didn't feel almost like a real cock pressing against her. As Beth's hands continued to press up and down the length of her back, the pressure Beth's swaying body exerted onto her ass caused Pam's pelvis to grind up and down the length of the bulging sand beneath her. Instead of urging Beth to move on, Pam actually lifted her head and shoulders up as she supported her weight by her elbows, causing her body to press even more firmly into the hard sand between her legs. Her breasts pulled up away from the blanket until most of each shapely globe was exposed. Pam looked down to examine herself, not wanting to flash anyone on the beach. Even she had to admit that the way her tits hung down, her nipples barely concealed as they remained pressed lightly against the blanket, looked like a sexy photo layout in Cosmo or Glamour. Wanting Beth to continue, at least for a while longer, Pam joked, "Wow, you are really good at this, but you have to quit......in an hour or so." They all laughed, even as Beth pressed even more firmly against Pam's ass. 

The torture for Ron to this point had been mainly visual, but the way Pam was positioned, coupled with the pressure Beth was exerting caused him to experience a definite physical reaction. His cock was pulsing and throbbing in response to the way Pam was unknowingly grinding into him, even as his eyes continued to revel in the images before him. Pam's tits were only about 8 inches from his face, and even through the laced beach bag, he could easily tell that if she were to raise up, maybe another inch or so, he would be able to see her nipples. Looking up, past Pam, Ron could see Beth as she rocked up and back, firmly massaging his girlfriend's mother. Beth's nipples were obviously hard and poking through her bright yellow bikini as her picture perfect boobs swayed from side to side. Ron was able to force his gaze over to Amy, curious as to her reaction. He was not surprised to see her now laying on her side, once again with her head propped up by her arm, intently taking everything in as she and Beth carried on a conversation in which Ron had long since lost interest. 

Pam cast aside her guilt, an act she had become quite adept at on this trip, shut her eyes, and recalled the way Ron's dick had looked earlier that morning, it's enormity straining to break free from his shorts. She had been walking and thinking all morning about the way her mind had been coming back again and again to her daughter's teenage boyfriend. It had become obvious to her that she was unable to push the explicit images from her brain, but it was just as plain to her that she could never act on such thoughts. For once, she was thankful for Beth's unabashed and varied sexual history. If anyone would know how to best deal with this situation, maybe she would. Pam had reached the conclusion earlier that she would have to catch Beth alone, confess her immoral and demented thoughts, and ask for her advice. 

In the meantime, the sensation building between her legs was growing more intense each time Beth pressed her body back and forth along Pam's ass. What had begun as a pleasantly tantalizing stimulation was now seriously threatening to deliver Pam an orgasm right there on the beach. She bit her lip, then forced herself to say, "Uh, Beth, I think we should stop now, I can't take much more." 

Ron was actually thankful for Pam's request to Beth that the massage come to an end. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing. Ron gripped the sand entrapped between his fingers and tensed his body in an effort to hold back his own orgasm. Beth refused to quit however, and as she slid further down to sit across Pam's upper thighs, she began to firmly rub lotion into Pam's lower back. The pressure on Ron's prick was even more intense. He looked from Beth, directly into Pam's face. Her brow furrowed and she continued to bite her lower lip. It was a look very similar to her daughter gets when she is about to cum. It immediately dawned on him that Pam was getting off too. Seeing the way she squeezed her eyes shut tight, and bit her lip even harder, Ron found it impossible to hold back any longer. His cock throbbed even larger as his orgasm built up deep within him. 

The new angle at which Beth pressed her hands into Pam's back only intensified Pam's response. She was afraid she was going to cum right there, lying next to her daughter. She wanted to buck Beth off her, but didn't want to make a big scene over what would appear to Beth and Amy to be a normal massage. Luckily, just as Pam was about to give in and brace herself to accept a silent, yet public orgasm, her pager beeped. "Get that for me, would you Beth?" 

Beth swung free from her friend's body, hoping that she had adequately titillated Ron. She had no idea her actions had pushed Pam so close to cumming herself. 

Pam immediately rolled over to her side to take the pager from Beth, and more importantly to her, alleviate the pressure against her pussy. "Damn, it's your dad Amy, and he is going to call for you in only 25 minutes. We will have to hustle to get back in time. Come on, let's get going." 

The commotion resulting from her beeper kept Pam from noticing the patch of blanket covering Ron's cock. Even though Pam rolled away, he could not stop his body's reaction. Ron's instinctive need to thrust his hips and move his hands to his pulsing cock were prohibited by the sand encasing him. His cock erupted in an intense and continuous orgasm. His tormented prick must have spasmed 12 times as his semen soaked into the white towel. Ron glanced to his crotch once the intensity subsided. Luckily, Pam's wet bikini had already dampened the blanket, so, at least from Ron's vantage point, it didn't appear to be too obvious that he had just jismed what seemed like a gallon of cum up into the blanket, all within three feet of the three sexy females that had been tormenting him, intentionally or not, for the last two days. 

"Come on Amy, we have to move it. I don't want to hear your dad bitch the whole first hour we meet him tomorrow because he couldn't talk to you." Pam said as she began to gather up her things, oblivious to the conversation taking place between her daughter and her best friend. 

Amy stood and gave Beth a concerned look. "You two run along, I want to catch a few more rays. I will bring everything back in a while, ok?" Beth said before moving closer to Amy and whispering. "Don't worry, I will "discover" him after you two leave, without embarrassing him, and I will dig his arms up first, then let him do the rest." She gave Amy a wink and was greeted by a relieved look on Amy's face. 

()()()() 

Amy and Pam were on their way in a matter of minutes. Amy hated leaving Ron and all the fun she could have had with him, especially with the way Beth had been playing along. Only now.....she was leaving Beth alone with her still trapped boyfriend. Amy told herself over and over as she walked back to the hotel there was nothing to be concerned about. Beth had promised to free Ron without letting him know she was in on their little game. Nonetheless, Amy was not too thrilled about Beth teasing Ron without her being there to keep an eye on things, which she was certain Beth would do. But she finally convinced herself there was no real harm, after all, it wasn't like Beth was going to fuck him right there on the beach. The image of Beth pulling Ron's hard dick up from the sand and lowering herself onto him froze in Amy's mind, even as her mother prattled on about the coming time she would spend with her dad. Amy forced the image from her brain, she wouldn't let herself even consider the possibility that Beth would go that far. 

()()()() 

Ron was both relieved and alarmed. He was glad Pam had left without discovering him, but now he was faced with the challenge of having to deal with Beth. He thought about announcing his presence right away and requesting Beth only dig out his upper body, but all it would take would be for her to yank back the blanket first. He would be exposed to the whole beach. He certainly couldn't tell her his cock was poking out, so please don't expose it. Ron fairly quickly reached the decision to wait try and wait for Amy to come back. He was certain she would not leave him in this predicament for long. 

Beth intended to keep her word to Amy, and free Ron.....but not before she had a little more fun with him first. As Pam and Amy moved further down the beach, Beth turned her attention back to her captive audience, and as if to herself, said, "Now for some serious sun." Beth then began to peel her cotton/lycra blend tank-ini shorts down over her hips, revealing the matching yellow bikini bottoms. 

She dropped to her knees, positioning her crotch only inches in front of the upturned beach bag, and therefore Ron's lustful gaze. Beth busied herself with folding and straightening her discarded clothes, the entire time her body tingling with the excitement of "inadvertently" exposing herself to a young man. 

Beth had hurried to the room earlier that morning, after talking to Amy by the bar. She had changed into her new suit and examined herself in the mirror intently before leaving to track down Amy and Ron. Beth wasn't sure at the time she would have the opportunity to peel of the tank-ini. But now that she did, she knew the tiny bottoms were thin enough to display a seriously sexy outline of her pussy. What Beth wasn't sure of was how this new suit would react to water, but if her suspicions were correct, Ron was in for quite a show. 

Ron's hope that his recent orgasm would offer a respite for his tortured cock was dashed the second Beth knelt before him. Her crotch was only inches from his hidden face, and as he stared intently at the puffy cuntlips and the obvious slit they outlined, Ron felt his previously softening cock began to swell once again. After 20 seconds or so, she stood and began walking to the ocean. Ron's disappointment of having Beth move from her position before him was lessened by the sight of her firm and tanned cheeks swaying seductively as she walked slowly to the water. While her bottoms weren't exactly a G-string, they weren't far from it either, as most of each lovely bun was exposed to the sun, and most every male within eyesight. 

Beth loved the familiar feeling of having men stop and stare. She ignored them all, having learned over the years that to be a real tease, you had to act totally indifferent to your audience. Besides, she wasn't out to gain any additional admirers, she had the perfect situation waiting for her back at her blanket. Beth walked out to about waist deep water, deliberately dipped herself beneath the waves. She glanced briefly down as the warm water cascaded over her tight body, pleased to see the yellow material now almost transparent. Beth quickly lifted her gaze and began her slow saunter back to the beach blanket, and Ron. 

Only a few steps from the water's edge, Beth noticed the same lemonade girl from earlier, now headed back up the beach. Noticing that the girl also sold ice cream, Beth decided an ice cream might be a good prop with which to turn things up a notch before honoring her word to set Ron free. 

Ron could see Beth stopped and talking to the lemonade girl for a moment before she began to hurry back to the blanket. She was unpeeling the wrapper from what looked to be a Drumstick ice cream cone as she walked. But the ice cream didn't keep Ron's attention for long. Beth's suit hid nothing now that it was wet. He could see her entire areola and nipple, and he could even see what few pubic hairs Beth had were pressed clearly against the thin fabric. The yellow material clung to each and every contour of her swollen cunt. 

Beth dropped once again to her knees, and after unsuccessfully attempting to hold the ice cream while digging through her own bag for some money, finally propped the cone up against her sunglasses, which she "happened" to position right over Ron's cock. After finding the necessary change, Beth quickly turned to go and pay the lemonade girl, leaving the ice cream cone there, already beginning to melt. 

Ignoring the blatant stares, and even an isolated catcall, Beth made her way back to Ron while trying to decide upon a plan of action. She hadn't had much time to consider how best to proceed, but as she got closer, and saw how rapidly the cone was melting, she came up with the beginnings of a plan. 

Beth picked up the cone, slipped on her shades, and quickly laid down in the same place Pam had recently occupied. As soon as she did, Beth pretended to notice the sticky ice cream that had dripped onto the spot on the blanket covering Ron's cock. She rolled about 3/4 onto her side, and reached down to rub the stickiness from her stomach, just above her bikini bottoms. 

"Damn." Beth said, in a disgusted voice. While the logical reaction to avoid the stain would have been to scoot either left or right, Beth chose a third alternative. She began to reposition herself lower down on the blanket. When Beth finally stopped moving, her boobs were directly over the still growing bulge beneath the blanket. 

Ron's dick felt to be almost completely hard once again. Even though he had already cum once, Ron was afraid that, given Beth's sexy attire, he would be easily coaxed into another orgasm if she applied any prolonged and direct pressure to his cock. Luckily for him, she positioned herself so that his cock was in the cleavage of her breasts as they hung down, gently grazing the blanket on either side of the bulging blanket. This was good for Ron only in the respect that his dick was not being directly, physically stimulated. His mind, however, was sending a loud and clear message to his cock, telling it to strain even harder to rise up and nestle itself between Beth's lovely boobs. 

Beth began to lick up the melting ice cream as it cascaded down the cone and across her fingers, occasionally moving her lips up to deliberately wrap her lips over the nut covered sphere sitting atop the cone. She had positioned herself such that she and Ron could both imagine she was sucking and licking on something other than the Drumstick in her sticky hands. Beth, for the first time since the others left, looked down to take a look at the blanket covering Ron's cock. She had intended to take a quick glance, but the sight presented to her kept her from diverting her eyes right away. Evidently, her massage of Pam had caused the sand to settle in around Ron's crotch. Even though Beth knew for a fact his cock had been barely discernable when this whole game started, now Ron's lovely prick was clearly outlined by the damp white blanket. Beth was fairly certain she could even make out the ridge of his engorged head as it lie trapped between the blanket and Ron's stomach. And to make things even more interesting, Beth could see that there were two distinct wet spots. One appeared to have come from Pam's suit, while the other was concentrated at the head of his cock, as if he had already cum while encased beneath her. Seeing the young cock that had become her obsession over the last two days so clearly outlined directly beneath her face sent a shiver over Beth's body. It was almost 90 degrees, and Beth was trying to keep herself from quivering with excitement. His cock looked as big as Pam had indicated. She wanted more than anything to reach out and stroke it, but Beth knew she had to maintain some self-control. 

This whole scenario was more than Beth had planned for, and even though she tried telling herself to stop now, she just couldn't resist taking things a little further. 

Ron was mesmerized by the way Beth worked her lips and tongue over the melting ice cream. Had they not shared the dough nut episode earlier in the day, he might have given her the benefit of the doubt now, but the way she was behaving made him suspect she knew exactly what she was doing. He thought about letting her know he was onto her, but what if speaking up would cause her to stop the teasing? And even though he felt tortured, he certainly didn't want her to stop. Ron had to consider that Beth might only be willing to act the way she was if she felt it could be explained as an unintentional act. She was Amy's mom's best friend after all. While his eyes never left Beth, Ron found himself, as usual, overanalyzing everything. His analysis was broken for good when Beth turned to look over her shoulder and the ice cream fell from the cone, directly onto the shaft of Ron's dick. 

Beth kept her head turned for several seconds after she felt the ice cream fall from the cone. Turning back to face Ron, Beth 'noticed' her bad luck and exclaimed, "Shit!" 

Beth rolled slightly onto her side, propped herself up on her right elbow and immediately attempted to scoop up the blob of ice cream with her left hand, occasionally raking her fingers across the length of Ron's shaft in the process. The gooey blob would not easily be gathered up. Beth thought briefly about dropping her mouth down and sucking the melting liquid from the blanket, and therefore Ron's cock, but decided that would be a little much, even for her. What she did decide to do, however, was rinse the remaining ice cream away with a bottle of water. After carefully scraping her hands once again over the blanket to remove the last of the remaining un-melted globs, Beth took the almost full bottle and slowly poured it directly onto Ron's pulsing cock. Rather than simply dumping the contents of the bottle on him, Beth deliberately emptied it in a steady stream, moving the cascading water up and back down the length of his prick, She half expected Ron to speak up, and if he did, she was committed to playing totally innocent, no matter how obvious her actions had been. Besides, she didn't think Ron's rather timid personality would permit him to accuse her of anything more. 

But he never made a sound. As the water soaked the white beach blanket, Beth was provided with an incredible sight. The white blanket, much like her suit, became completely transparent. The color of Ron's skin shown through the fabric such that Beth could even differentiate between the pinkish flesh of his shaft and the angry purple of his noticeably throbbing cock head. Beth's breath was becoming more labored, as she fought with herself for self-restraint. 

Ron had been buried now for almost 45 minutes, and he was getting a little stiff in more places than his prick. Even though he was somewhat uncomfortable, there was no way he was going to voluntarily end the fun he was having. He had been forced to bite his lip to keep from moaning audibly as the steady stream of water bounced off his tortured cock. Even though Ron could not see Beth's eyes behind her sunglasses, it seemed evident to him that she was staring intently at his straining flesh. The intensity of her gaze was such that he half way expected Beth to reach out and grasp his dick, but she didn't. Instead, Beth simply discarded her now empty sugar cone, scooted her body over ever so slightly and lay her head down on the blanket, just to the side of his cock. The result was that her cheek was pressed against the blanket, with her chin, lips, nose and eyes aligned parallel to his now prominently displayed prick as it lay encased beneath the wet blanket. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 07



Beth knew she was playing with fire. She had not counted on getting such a clear view of Ron's dick. God! It looked so incredibly long and thick as it stretched out only inches away from her face. She didn't move for several minutes, pretending to be soaking up some sun on her back. But eventually Beth knew she had to at least feel the hardness of such a beautiful cock against her face, so while reaching back to untie her bikini top, she carefully moved her head back closer to Ron's crotch. Beth's breaths were now coming quickly as the excitement of what she was about to do overtook her. She dropped the last string down to her side, and slowly lowered her face down against the imposing piece of manhood before her so that her nose and lips were pressed firmly against his shaft. 

Unable and unwilling to keep up the charade any longer, Beth said, "Ron, Pam was right, you have an absolutely amazing penis." She said this in a fairly normal tone without ever moving from her position pressed against Ron's cock. 

Ron had been concentrating on two things and two things only....Don't Cum and Don't Make Any Noise, when the sound of Beth's voice finally penetrated his brain. Even though he thought he heard his name, he was uncertain as to what she had said, he kept quiet to see what Beth would do next. 

Beth was only slightly surprised Ron failed to respond to her. She proper herself up on both elbows, fully aware of the way her tits were now swaying lightly over the blanket near Ron's cock. Beth took off her shades and looked directly at the upturned beach bag. "Ron? I know you're alive in there, I can tell by the way your dick is throbbing and twitching out here. Can you speak?" 

"Uh....yeah.......I ..well, yeah", Ron mumbled, his brain unable to put together a coherent thought, much less deliver a complete sentence to his lips. 

"I said Pam was right about your penis, it really is lovely." As Beth spoke she began to lightly stroke her right hand up and down the length of his cock. "I don't know about you, but I can't stand this any more. Between the dough nut in bed this morning, and this little beach game, I am on fire, and I don't mean from the sun." 

"Ah.....I know, er....I mean ...ah....me too." Ron replied, stating the obvious. 

"Yeah, there's not much hiding your response." Beth responded, as her left hand moved to Ron's dick to assist her right. "I don't know how you've held out through everything I've put you through, but I intend on giving you some relief, if you don't object." Beth lowered her face down and began to lick up the length of his shaft, pressing her tongue firmly against the still damp blanket. 

Ron didn't want to object, and even though Amy had been purposely subjecting him to so much unrelenting temptation, his conservative personality and religious upbringing dictated he had to offer up some resistance, "Ah, maybe you, er I mean we shouldn't, you know ...." 

Beth cut him off at once, "Ron, honey, I was only joking about you having the option of objecting. I am going to kiss, lick and suck your big fat dick right here and now, you have now choice, ok?" 

"But....we're on the beach, people will see." He said, quickly abandoning any moral qualms in favor of more practical concerns. 

Beth looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. Luckily, those closest to them were either all girls, or couples. She was not subject to the constant scrutiny directed at her when a group of boys were within range. Still, someone would surely notice her sucking a big prick jutting up from her beach towel. And then from the corner of her eyes she spied the solution. Beth reached over and retrieved the finger-nail clippers Amy had used earlier to snip through Ron's trunks, and began to clip a hole in the thin blanket. 

"Beth, are you serious about this? What if somebody sees you?" 

Beth continued to deliberately cut her way through to Ron's dick as she said, "Tell me this Ron, were did you and Amy find enough privacy in the Miami airport for her to end up with so much of your spunk all over her shirt if you were this uptight?" She paused briefly to look at the beach bag housing Ron's face. Unable to see his reaction, Beth simply gave him a devilish grin and then went back to her task at hand. 

As more and more of Ron's flesh came into view, Beth continued, "You don't have to answer me Ron, and no, Amy didn't tell me about it. But I wasn't lying about enjoying the taste of the 'ice cream' she had spilled on her shirt. Believe me, when you enjoy sucking cock as much as I do, you recognize the feel and taste of jizz right away." Satisfied with her handiwork, Beth reached inside the opening of the blanket and grasped Ron's meaty shaft with her left hand. 

"You ready?" she asked, not waiting for, or expecting a reply. "Don't panic, I have a plan." 

Ron didn't consider having a beautiful older woman getting ready to suck his dick cause for panic, but he was concerned about what could happen if the wrong person observed what was going on. He watched with keen interest as Beth reached over and retrieved the discarded sugar cone from the long forgotten drumstick ice cream. She began to break off the bottom of the cone, occasionally examining her work. Finally, when about three inches of dark brown cone remained, Beth looked first up, then down the beach before pulling Ron's cock up from it's confinement and into the sun. She quickly placed the modified cone over his bulbous head, scraping him slightly as the fragmented cone nestled down around his shaft. 

Her plan worked even better than she had hoped. Beth wrapped one hand around the base of Ron's thick shaft, leaving about 4 inches of his lovely cock to jut up from her fist. The cone then slipped down to rest on her hand, leaving only the head of his cock exposed. She wasn't sure how much it would look like an ice cream from a distance, but the sight before her was as sexy as hell, and the thought of licking Ron until he exploded, right here on the beach was all Beth cared about now. 

Beth had to raise up a little higher on her elbows to properly position herself for the task at hand. She moved closer to the purplish head of Ron's cock and slowly slurped her tongue up against the underside of his head. 

"Oh God, I can't believe this is happening." Ron said from his hidden vantage point. 

Beth licked him three more times in the same slow, yet firm manner. "You know Ron, I have to admit, I was skeptical when Pam told me about seeing Amy giving you a blowjob, I mean about how big your dick was. But you really do have a quite the package here, you know that don't you?" 

Ron began to answer when Beth leaned in closer and wrapped her lips around as much of his throbbing head as the cone would allow, her tongue flicking rapidly and firmly across his most sensitive flesh. She quit after 20 seconds or so, anxious to prolong this as long as she could. 

Ron's words caught in his throat as Beth's lips and tongue maneuvered to torment his dick. As Beth resumed her rhythmic 'ice cream' slurping of his exposed skin, she began to speak between licks, "Ron, did you" ..LICK.."have a nice view"..LICK.."from the bathroom closet"...SLURP..."last night? I knew you were there,"...LICK..."and I know it was"...SLURP... "Amy who put you there." LICK..."It seems only Pam"...LICK...."was innocent of the three of us." LICK.... "She looks pretty good," Slurp...."Pam I mean, don't you agree?" 

Ron was quickly approaching his third orgasm of the day. Having Beth talk about their exploits while tortuously licking the underside of his cock was just too much. Unable to move his hips to retreat from her pressure, his cock began to jerk and pulse in her hand. 

Beth could tell Ron was about to cum. She didn't want to wait any longer, but she didn't want to alter her attack. It was in incredible turn on for her to simply lick his cock like a lollipop while he could do nothing but endure her actions. She intended to keep up the steady licking until he erupted into the muggy Bahamian air. Beth kept up her rhythm, not relenting or speeding up, even when she could see the head of Ron's cock begin to noticeable pulse as more and more blood rushed to his twitching head. Every swipe of Beth's tongue was greeted with an increasing amount of pre-cum, spurring Beth onward in her oral endeavors. 

At last, Ron could hold back no longer. His body tensed beneath his prison of sand, and instinctively he said, "Ahhh, oh God! Here I cum!" 

Beth fought her inclination to wrap her lips over Ron's dick head and suck with all her ability, she made herself continue to lean in for about 3 seconds, lick and kiss as much of his cock as the ice cream cone would offer, then pull away for another 3 seconds or so. Repeating this process was torture for her, so she could only imagine the delightfully agonizing torment she must be inflicting on her young victim. 

With yet another wet lick up and around his cockhead, the first spasm erupted, sending Ron's semen rocketing upward. Beth could feel his cock seemingly grow even larger in her hand as she paused before pulling him to her to flick her tongue once again across the underside of his dick as it exploded with another wave of cum. Again and again Beth's tongue and lips coaxed her tasty reward from Ron's impressive rod. 

After several minutes Ron was completely spent, his body finally able to relax beneath the sand. As Beth licked up the cum from his slowly deflating cock, it dawned on her that she had been so into her task that she had quit taking notice of those around her. For all she knew there could be a crowd of college kids ready to break into applause. She tentatively looked to her left. So far so good. Then to her right, "Oh Shit!" 

"What? What is it?" Beth's words had brought Ron back to reality. 

"It's Pam. She is walking toward us. Don't panic, she is still far enough away that she couldn't have seen us." Beth spoke as she assessed the situation. 

"You have got to hide my dick!" Ron pleaded. 

"Okay, okay. Stay calm and quiet. I have a plan." Beth said as she reached back to retie her bikini top. Quickly sitting up, she temporarily left Ron's cock exposed, with the exception of the fragment of sugar cone still encircling his shaft. She reached over and grabbed the wrap Amy had left behind, and tied it around her waist. Beth then broke the cone free from Ron's cock and swung around to straddle his semi-hard teenage cock. Sitting on her knees, with the wrap draped down across her thighs and ass, Beth was confident she had concealed Ron's cock from sight. Even in its semi-flaccid state, Beth could feel his saliva and cum coated girth nestled nicely beneath the crotch of her thoroughly soaked bikini. 

()()()() 

"Hey girlfriend, you don't have to cover up your sexy suit just because I am back." Pam said as she knelt down next to Beth. 

Beth, pretending to notice Pam's return for the first time, said, "Oh...Hi. It's not you, it's just that I haven't worn anything that shows this much cheek in a while, and I don't want to burn them, you know." As she spoke, Beth leaned forward slightly to retrieve her fingernail polish from her discarded fanny pack, placing the bottle on top of the upside down beach bag over Ron's head. 

"What brings you back? I thought you were going to take the call with Amy." 

"Well, I was, but when I realized I had left my pager here it seemed like a good excuse not to talk to Dave again. We almost always end up fighting, and I don't like Amy to see it. Besides, this gives me a good opportunity to talk to you a little, without the kids around." 

Beth could feel one of the 'kids' prick, still coated in her own saliva, sliding up along her thigh as she leaned forward to dip the small brush back into the bottle of bright red polish. "What's wrong?" 

Pam replied, "Oh, nothing's wrong, well...not seriously wrong, its just that....well, I am struggling with some things that I thought you might give me some insight to." 

Leaning back down to more snuggly trap Ron's cock between her thighs, Beth encouraged her friend to continue. 

"Well, don't be offended by this, but since you are, how shall I say it,... more experienced with men, and well....quite honestly, a flirt and a tease, I figured you could help me put some things into perspective." Beth began, deciding to just dive right into the conversation. 

Squeezing her thighs tightly around Ron's still half hard cock, Beth said, "Mmm, this sounds juicy, do tell." 

Ron could feel Beth's thighs clamp around his still sensitive dick. Even though he had already cum three times today, twice in the last 30 minutes, he was certain his proximity to Beth's pussy would have him rock hard again in no time. He was beginning to get a little sore form being unable to move for so long, but as he heard Pam begin to speak once again, any thoughts of his discomfort were quickly pushed aside by his desire to hear what Pam had to say. 

"It's Ron." Pam blurted out, now anxious to rid herself of the guilt she had been consumed with practically every since they left Nashville. "You know about me seeing him and Amy our first day here, in the bathroom." 

"Sure, when you told me about his big dick, you're not still beating yourself up over that are you?" Beth said, not sure where Pam was going with this, but glad to be able to talk about his big dick while it was actually beginning to grow between her legs. 

"Not exactly, I mean I do feel guilty for having spied on them, but there is more. I am going to tell you about all of it, partly because of the guilty feelings, but mostly because I can barely look at the boy any more without thinking about his penis, which just leads to more guilt. It's a vicious cycle and I need you to help me find a way to deal with this." 

Beth could feel Ron's cock spring to full attention upon hearing Pam's revelation. Sliding up over his hard cock as it now jutted up more firmly across her pussy, Beth leaned forward once again to apply polish to another fingernail. "Sounds kinda interesting, please go on." 

"OK, it all started during the car ride down. You remember when I switched places with Amy and laid down to take a nap, with my head in Ron's lap?" Pam continued without waiting for Beth to respond, "When I woke up I could feel his hard penis beneath the pillow, pressing into my cheek. I told myself to move, but I just couldn't force myself to, especially when he tried to rearrange things and the tip of his penis poked out of his shorts, only inches from my face. I am sure he thought I was asleep the whole time, but the truth is I was getting a really perverted thrill from seeing his big thing up close, knowing I was torturing him and the entire time he thought it was a purely happenchance event." 

"Oh my God! Pam, that is too hot. I didn't know you had it in you." Beth said, pressing her still overheated pussy more firmly down against Ron's shaft. "Then what?" 

"I rationalized to myself that it had been just one of those things, and since no one was harmed, and no one knew it was intentional but me, I would just act normally and push the image from my mind. But on the plane, when we were switching seats and that fat lady bullied past, I was forced to press my butt right into Ron's crotch. Having already seen his penis up close, I knew it was big, but the way it felt pressed across my lower back was unbelievable. I got all steamed up again right away. For a few minutes after we separated I tried to think pure thoughts, but eventually, while you and Ron played your hangman game, I began to have the most naughty fantasies about my daughter's boyfriend, even as she sat in the seat next to me." 

Ron could not believe what he was hearing. His cock was now as hard as it had ever been. His girlfriend's mother was confessing to fantasizing about him. God he wanted to fuck her in the worst way. For now, however, Ron was more than content to enjoy the way Beth was working his hardon between her slick thighs and noticeable wet bikini bottom as Pam spoke, 

Not wanting to break Pam's momentum, Beth simply encouraged her friend to continue. 

"Those two instances were the reason I was so hell bent on getting Ron his own room when we checked in, until you talked me out of it that is." Pam said. "So next, I come in from sun bathing and see Amy giving him a blowjob. Seeing his big dick in her tiny hands was an image that seemed to burn into my brain. I have never seen such a beautiful penis before, and as much as I wanted to do the right thing, whatever that may have been, I could do nothing but stand there and watch them. This lead to what has become a recurring pattern, lust then guilt, lust then guilt, over and over on this trip." 

"You mean there's more?" Beth asked, curious as to what else might have happened. 

"Yeah, lots more, remember when Dave called that first night and I got pissed and went for a walk. Well, I came back fairly soon, and I saw Amy sucking him off again in the bathroom. You must have been out on the patio. I tried once again to do the right thing and stop them, but I couldn't. I couldn't even turn and leave. I spied on them again, and watched until she finished him off." Pam confessed, choosing to leave out the part about her masturbating while she watched, or about how Amy rubbed Beth's panties over Ron's dick while she licked and sucked on him. There was no sense in airing her own daughter's perversions in addition to her own. 

Ron's hardon was now pressing upward at such an angle that the friction between his rod and Beth's constantly moving body was never broken. He was becoming more and more excited as Pam's unknowing confession to him continued. 

Beth's own mind was replaying the sexy image of Amy sucking on Ron's prick, causing her body to become even more aware of his pulsing cock between her legs. "God, no wonder you've been all worked up over him, you've got me horny as hell just telling me about it all, is there more?" Beth asked, curious if Pam would divulge her relatively minor voyeurism of Ron in bed that morning. 

"Yeah, this morning was the last straw for me. I had a long talk with myself in the shower, about how I could deal with all this in the proper manner. But as soon as I came out of the bathroom, I see him lying there with his erection trying to break free from those shorts he was sleeping in. Then Ron's mom called, and while I was on the phone with her, even Amy saw me looking at him. And that was not even the worst part! When Amy was waking him up to take the phone call, he said something that burned itself in my mind." Pam paused as she realized that recounting these past events was lifting some of the guilt from her, but more than that, it was making her all hot and bothered yet again. 

"Well? Go on, you can't leave me hanging now." Beth played along, although she had heard him quite clearly as she had been feigning sleep in the next bed. 

"He said, 'Amy, give your mom my bone.' And the way he said it, you could hear the lust and desire in each word. So that's what put me in this total battle between body and mind. I know the right and moral way to think and behave, but my body keeps trying to betray me by the feelings that overtake me practically very time I am around Ron. And now to know he is thinking, or at least dreaming about the same thing, well...it just makes things even more difficult." 

Beth had to concentrate on maintaining her own composure, even as she could hear the sexual tension in Pam's voice and feel the urgency of Ron's cock throbbing and bobbing against her own overheated pussy. "Oh my. This really is interesting isn't it?" 

"Interesting!? Confusing, perplexing, frustrating, tempting even, but interesting? I wouldn't describe it that way Beth." Pam responded to what she considered to be her friend's poor choice of words. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 07



"Sorry, you're right. So what is it you need me to advise you on, how best to seduce young Ron?" Beth couldn't resist, and began to giggle even as Pam gave her a pissed off look. "Sorry again, I can't help myself sometimes." Beth replied, hoping Ron would connect her words and actions as she leaned forward once again to paint her nails, grinding her engorged lips and clit firmly up his shaft. 

Ron's mind kept flashing back to the various encounters Pam had described. While he line of sight allowed him to see Beth from the neck down, he was able to see only Pam's knees as she knelt just outside his peripheral vision. The sensations bombarding his brain were making his cock harder than he could ever recall. It was straining relentlessly in an attempt to slide up and into Beth's pussy. Luckily, his earlier orgasms seemed to be giving him more staying power than he would have anticipated, given the circumstances. 

"Beth, I just need some advice on how to get through this week without going crazy. You get all your little funny comments out of your brain and think about how I can deal with all this in my own mind. I see the lemonade cart up the beach a bit. I'll go get us a drink while you think." Pam said. Even though she was somewhat embarrassed for her perverted confessions, she hoped her friend would be able to give her some sound advice. 

Pam was up and gone before Beth could even respond. She wasn't sure what to say to her, but what she was sure of was she was as horny as hell, and there was a big, fat and very hard cock trapped between her legs. She knew it was wrong, but she really had no choice but to take the next, inevitable step. 

"Ron? You okay in there?" Beth whispered as Pam walked away. Hearing him mumble a feeble yes, she continued, "I am going to have to fuck you right here and now. I apologize. I didn't plan on things going this far, but I am on fire right now, and your lovely cock has been teasing me for too long now. Do you want me to fuck you as much as I do?" 

"Oh God yes, please....please" Ron didn't hesitate, any guilt he had felt earlier about cheating on Amy was now nowhere to be found. The only thing he cared about was getting his tortured cock into the amazingly sexy older woman that had been teasing him for days now. 

Beth glanced around to confirm her next movement would go unnoticed. She reached beneath the wrap and untied her bikini bottoms. She pulled the damp, clingy material from between her legs and gently placed them beneath the beach bag, directly beneath Ron's nose. "This is going to be fun. I can't ever remember anticipating the way a cock would feel inside me as much as I have yours. Your ready?" 

"Mmm hmmm, I am, ah...ready, please do it." Ron said as Beth's musky aroma invaded his nostrils. 

"OK, but you need to stay quiet, Pam is on her way back up the beach." 

Beth allowed herself to press downward against Ron's shaft as it jutted up the length of her pussy. Her juices immediately coated his thick meat and he could feel the heat of her wetness as she slowly scooted up then back down his dick. She looked back to see Pam, now only 20 yards or so from them. Beth slyly allowed her right hand to reach under the wrap and guide Ron's blood engorged cock head to the hungry opening of her cunt. Once it was snuggly poised in the folds of her lips, she removed her hand, keeping her body motionless as Pam plopped back down on the blanket and handed her a frozen lemonade. 

"Well, any ideas?" Pam asked as she began to spoon the cold ice from her cup to her lips. 

Beth kept the pressure on Ron's cock, effectively maintaining its position at the entrance to her yearning pussy. While neither of them were moving, she could still feel the steady pulsing of his head as more and more blood was pumped to greet her pussy, causing his already impressive head to swell even larger. 

"The way I see it," Beth began, "You should not fight your feelings so much." With that statement, Beth began to lower her body slowly onto Ron's cock. She could feel her lips stretch to accommodate his wonderful enormous prick. She bit her lip as the head finally pushed inside and was tightly encased by her velvety skin. 

Ron could not believe the sensation of actually having his dick enter a woman's body. Everything he had ever imagined paled in comparison to the feelings coursing through his entire body. He instinctively tried to thrust his hips upward to sink even more of his cock into Beth's hot and tight cunt, but he was of course, unable to move even an inch. His hope that Beth would lower her body further down was in vain, as she kept only his head inside her as she continued with her conversation. 

"And no I don't mean you should just rip off your clothes and rape the boy," Beth went on, the irony of her words and actions causing her to have to suppress a devilish grin. "All I am saying is, it does seem you have been losing the battle to totally rid yourself of the guilt and even the lust you have for him, or should I say the tool between his legs. So why not go with it a little." 

"I don't follow you." Pam said. 

Beth let another couple of inches slip past her lips as she took a deep sigh, and continued. "What I am trying to say is this. Ron is a teenage boy, which means he is horny 99% of the time, whether you rub your ass against him, or not. And let's admit it, we have been working a long time to get our bodies in the shape they are now. We can only control the effect we have on someone to a certain degree. Ron must be walking around with a hard on all the time, which probably explains why you have caught Amy sucking on him twice in the first 24 hours." As she spoke, Beth could hold out no longer, and allowed herself to settle back until most of Ron's cock was crammed insider her. She could feel her cunt gripping every square centimeter of his prick as it throbbed in her clutches. Between labored breaths, Beth made an effort to get Pam to carry the conversation for a while, "You know what I mean?" 

"Well, yeah, I mean Amy even so much as told me that Ron is staying in perpetual state of horniness by hanging with us all the time, so I think you are right about that. But how does that have anything to do with me and my response to him?" 

"I guess I am saying you should not get so hung up on all the moral ramifications and just have some fun. We have already agreed he is going to be a horny teenager anyway, so why not push the envelope a little further for your own mental stimulation. Pam, with your looks and body, you are a walking wet dream to most boys already. Think back to what you told me about the first encounter with him in the car. You said you got a real thrill from knowing you were driving him crazy. Why not go with that for the rest of the trip and quit feeling guilty about it. You know, find ways to tease him some, without it being obvious" 

Beth had initially begun their talk by making things up as she went, concerned mostly with diverting Pam's attention from her slightly rocking hips as she reveled in the sensation of Ron's lovely cock. Now Beth found she was actually getting into their conversation, pleased to be stumbling on something that might make the rest of their trip one big cocktease for young Ron. 

"Okay, let's just say your perverted brain is onto something with this idea. I mean I can see it would be fun to just let go of any morals and watch Ron squirm, but how does that help me out any. I get even hornier than I am now." 

"This is where your brain and your fingers have to take over." Beth said with a wicked grin. Waiting for Pam to replay, Beth leaned up to set her lemonade cup at the edge of the blanket. Ron's cock slid from her pussy until only the head remained firmly inside. "Speaking of your fingers, give them to me and I will paint them for you." 

While absentmindedly giving her hand to her friend, Pam said, "What? Are you saying I should masturbate to relieve the tension?" 

"Sure, I mean you already told me you fantasized about him on the plane." Beth was making tiny rocking motions on Ron's cock as she moved her upper body in her task of painting Pam's nails. "It is better than where you are now. Frustrated and guilt ridden is no way to spend a vacation. Why not have some fun. Besides, I saw the way you were letting him peek down your night gown when we moved the beds around last night. The best thing to do is take an actual situation, like maybe the car ride down, and let your mind think about all the naughty things that could have happened. You can even borrow my little toy in my night case. I can write RON on it in big letters if you like." Beth laughed even as she rocked back down on Ron's cock. 

Between the conversation Pam and Beth were having about him and the way Beth was nonchalantly riding his cock right in front of his girlfriend's mother, Ron was in heaven. He wasn't sure he could last much longer. His mind went back to the way Pam had handled Beth's dildo as he had peered from his hiding place in the bathroom closet. He could feel his balls tighten as yet another orgasm began to build from deep within. 

"Beth, I could never think of Ron and do something like that, with a fake penis. I just can't imagine...." Pam's voice trailed off, doing exactly what she was claiming to be impossible,....imagining the way a thick cock would feel inside her, even if it was plastic. 

Beth sensed Ron would not last much longer, and even though they he had been inside her for only a few minutes, she could feel her body began to signal that her own orgasm was on the way. The days of teasing and anticipation, coupled with the thrill of fucking him right there on the beach, practically under Pam's nose was quickly pushing Beth over the edge. 

Wanting desperately to really give Ron, and herself, a good fucking, Beth said, "Oh, don't be such a prude, it's not that difficult really. You just let your mind drift into that fantasy and began to let your body get into it, like this." Beth placed her hands on the blanket directly over Ron's chest began to noticeably rock her hips, and whisper, "Mmmm, yeah, do it to me Ron....Fuck me with that big thick cock. God, it is so fucking big, I am going to cum!" 

Beth's words had their desired effect on Ron, and after only three or four strokes he could feel his cock recoil in anticipation of his impending orgasm. She, likewise, was quickly approaching release. 

"Beth!? Are you nuts?" Pam asked while looking up and down the beach for a reaction from those nearby. Satisfied no one was paying any attention, she looked back to notice the way Beth's nipples were jutting from the thin fabric of her yellow top. She was obviously turned on by their talk. "You don't really talk to yourself while you , you know, do that do you?" 

Glad for the opportunity to continue, Beth said, "Oh yeah, it makes it so good.....Give it to me Ron, I have been wanting to fuck you every since the plane ride." Beth's cunt gripped the length of Ron's prick as she wiggled her hips in circles, causing her own body to tense up as the first wave hit her. "Oh yes....so good, your fat cock....mmmm I am cumming." 

Ron responded, albeit silently, by erupting inside Beth's gyrating body. His encased body was unable to react as his cock jerked and spasmed beneath Beth's talented movements. 

Pam was taken aback by her friends graphic language, and had she not known better, she would have believed Beth was really experiencing an orgasm sitting there next to her. Her performance was definitely having an effect on her. Maybe Beth's idea of some innocent teasing coupled with a much needed masturbation session was not such a bad idea after all. Besides, the timing was perfect. With Amy leaving tomorrow to spend the next few days with her dad, Ron would not be able to seek relief with her daughter. It was definitely twisted and perverted, and Pam kept telling herself she shouldn't even consider it, but as she looked once again at the way Beth was slowly grinding her hips on the imaginary cock they had been discussing, Pam decided not to rule anything out. 

More to come....



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 08



Ron was making his way through the sand, trying to remember exactly what Beth had instructed him to tell Amy. He was finding it hard to get his mind focused on anything other than the recent memory of Beth slowly coaxing every last drop of semen from his body, while his girlfriend’s mother sat there only two feet away, completely unaware. He had been is such a daze immediately afterward, he didn’t even know how Beth had gotten rid of Pam and he had finally snapped back to reality when he felt the sand being scooped from atop his encased body, and Beth began to instruct him on what to say to Amy. To make matters worse, while Ron had been washing the sand away in the surf, Beth had taken everything with her to meet Pam, leaving him without anything to help conceal the ripped seam down the front of his trunks. 

Now, not only was he having to get his mind focused on the inevitable conversation with Amy, he was having to walk up the beach with his trunks twisted around so that his cock wouldn’t escape from the sizable rip down the front. Ron realized he probably looked ridiculous with his trunks twisted and his hand plastered to his hip, but it was the best he could do. He finally reached the beach adjacent to their hotel pool, made a final adjustment to his trunks, took a deep breath, and went to find Amy.

()()()

Amy had been talking to some other girls by the pool, and didn’t initially see Ron making his way toward her. He was no more that 20 feet away when she looked up, her face breaking into a giant grin. 

“Hey, Ron, over here!” she called out to him. She could see right away that he was trying to hide the opening she had cut in his trunks. She certainly hoped that Beth had managed to free Ron without acknowledging the degree to which they had collaborated in teasing him. 

Having been perpetually horny since that morning, and what she referred to now as the “donut encounter”, Amy was eager to have some more fun with her well-hung boyfriend. She still couldn’t fully explain it, even to herself, but the sexual arousal that had overtaken her body as Beth, knowingly, and her mother, unknowingly, tormented Ron as he lay buried in the sand was undeniable. Realizing that Beth, and possibly her own mother, were to some degree lusting for her boyfriend’s impressive penis was almost as thrilling as being able to tease Ron by exposing him to such unattainable temptations.

As Ron carefully maneuvered toward them, Amy stole a glance at her new friends, Shannon and Courtney, but it was difficult to tell whether or not they were noticing her approaching boyfriend from behind their dark sunglasses 

Amy stood to greet Ron with a nice long hug. She noticed he didn’t move his right hand to hug her back as she said, “Hi honey, I was beginning to worry about you. I am glad to see you made it back in one piece, did everything work out okay?” Amy asked vaguely, now aware of the attention being paid to them by both Shannon and Courtney.

“Ah, yeah, um…everything’s fine.” Ron stammered, glancing briefly at the two attractive girls staring intently at both he and Amy.

“Oh, sorry, how rude of me, Ron, I’d like you to meet my two new friends, Courtney and Shannon.” 

“Hey”, Ron said, nodding his head shyly in their direction.

“Nice to meet you.” Shannon said, holding out her hand.

Ron paused awkwardly for several seconds, looking past the outstretched hand to the oil covered co-ed to which it belonged. “Yeah, ah, nice to meet you too.” He finally said as he turned his body slightly away from both girls and briefly shook first Shannon’s, then Courtney’s hand. He quickly returned his hand to conceal the hole in his trunks, confident that he had prevented an unintentional display of his penis. 

Realizing it would be much safer to gain some needed distance between his slowly expanding cock and the two college girls lounging before him, Ron said, “Uh, Amy, I think I’ll cool off from my walk up the beach with a quick dip.” And before she could even respond, he turned and jumped into the refreshing water. He was glad to see that the pool area was almost empty. With the exception of Amy and her friends, there were only two other couples sitting around a table near the bar. Evidently the younger crowd was at the beach. 

Amy, still incredibly horny from the events of the day, was not going to let Ron escape that easily, and turned to dive in after him. Ron saw Amy gliding toward him beneath the water, and readied himself to tell her the biggest lie of his young life.

Amy emerged from her dive right in front of Ron, taking advantage of the opportunity to run the palm of her hand across his trunks, gently caressing his lovely balls and now flaccid cock. “So…..” she began, “tell me what happened.”

Ron glanced over Amy’s shoulder at the two girls, Shannon and Courtney. Their shades kept him from knowing whether or not they were watching them, but he pulled Amy further to the center of the pool anyway, not wanting any distractions while he did his best to relay the story Beth had concocted.

()()()

Pam and Beth were sitting at the poolside bar of the hotel near the spot where Beth had practically raped helpless Ron. Beth knew he had wanted it as much as she did, but she was still feeling a little guilty about breaking the trust Amy had for her. If it hadn’t been for the way Beth herself had been unfairly and unintentionally tempted by Pam going on and on about the size of Ron’s cock, she might have held back. But once she had seen the way Ron’s engorged cock was pressing up against the damp blanket as he lay there trapped beneath her, completely at her mercy, she had been unable to turn away from the opportunity Amy had intentionally put before her. The irony wasn’t lost on Beth. An exhibitionist and tease most of her adult life, and she had been the one tempted to the point of no return.

“I just don’t know Beth, I mean I know it would be fun and exciting, but….I think I would feel to guilty for deliberately being a, well, a cock-tease to Amy’s first real boyfriend.” Pam said, jarring Beth from her own feeble attempt at a moral dilemma, continuing with the same conversation they had been having since getting to the bar. 

“I guess I can see your point.” Beth responded, picking up her part of the conversation as if her mind had never strayed. “but, let me ask you this, and try not to get mad. Do you really think Amy doesn’t know how Ron is drooling over us so far? And she doesn’t seem to be getting too upset about it to this point. I mean think about it, when you first saw them in the bathroom together, didn’t you say that she was basically forcing him to watch me sunbathe just outside the window while she sucked that big thick cock of his?” Beth said, graphically describing Ron’s penis for her frustrated friend. “Forgive me for saying this, but it seems to me that Amy is kind of enjoying watching Ron walk around trying to hide the erections we keep stirring up for him.”

“Well……I’m not ready to agree with you on that, although she does seem pretty cool with things,…..but that still doesn’t give me the green light to purposely toy with Ron’s mind….ah, and body.” Pam could feel her face flush as she recalled how she had done just that in the back seat during their trip from Tennessee. 

Beth smiled slightly, knowing her friend was allowing herself to consider the idea, and then she said, “Look Pam, I am not suggesting you pull a Mrs. Robinson on the boy. Let’s just have a little innocent fun. When Amy goes on the ship with her dad, we’ll go shopping for some things I have in mind, and plan to provide a little “inadvertent” stimulation for our well-hung friend. You know how innocent and sheltered he is, you’d probably have to throw yourself on top of him, stark naked before he’d even consider you would intentionally try and tease him, and that’s the beauty of the situation that has presented itself to us. We have a perfect subject for some prolonged teasing.”

Pam hesitated, still uncertain she could commit to such actions, “I don’t know, maybe, but I am still afraid of this harming Amy in some way.”

“Okay,” Beth responded, sure she could orchestrate things to her satisfaction, “let’s just have a little test. Tonight, we’ll try to give Amy an opportunity to either let Ron have the chance to ogle you, or not, and we’ll see what she does. Based on her action tonight, you’ll either go along with my plans, or not. Agreed?”

“Well,” Pam paused only briefly, glad Beth was potentially giving her an excuse to go along with what she agreed would be a deliciously exciting couple of days of prick-teasing. “Ok, I’ll agree to go forward based on how Amy behaves tonight. God, I feel so dirty and devious, but I’ll do it.”

()()()

Ron had avoided giving Amy any significant details, whether fact or fiction, about his time spent buried in the sand with Beth. She pushed for more specifics, and Ron quickly saw the wisdom in Beth’s plan to tell Amy that he had spoken up as soon as her and her mom had walked away. He went on to explain that before Beth could dislodge enough sand to discover his prick beneath the blanket, Pam had rounded the bend, luckily causing Beth to leave him to go divert her attention while Ron freed himself and scurried to the surf. Even though he himself found this implausible at best, Amy seemed to swallow it, hook, line and sinker.  

Still standing toe-to-toe in the 4 ft deep pool water, Amy began to press Ron about what it had been like trapped beneath the sand while her mom had unknowingly pressed her body across his nearly exposed penis. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, you can tell me it made you get a woody, I know it must have. I won’t get mad.”

Based on Amy’s behavior to date, Ron wasn’t really concerned about her getting mad, but he was still somewhat uncertain about how much he should tell her pertaining to his very real reaction to Pam inadvertently grinding her pelvis onto his cock. He decided to take it slowly and gauge her reaction as the tale unfolded.

“Well, ok, I admit, it was pretty exciting.” Ron confessed. 

“What about when Mom untied her bikini top right in front of your face, I bet your eyes about popped out, didn’t they?” Amy said, failing to conceal the excitement in her own voice. Before Ron could answer, she reached her hand out and tugged his swelling, but still flaccid cock from the opening in his trunks.

“Amy! You can’t do that here, in the middle of the pool.” Ron whispered, not wanting to draw attention to her actions. 

“Sure I can. I mean, I am so hot right now. Feel for yourself.” Amy panted, guiding Ron’s hand inside her bikini bottoms.

“Wow, you aren’t kidding. Does talking about me getting a boner ‘cause of your Mom really turn you on that much?” Ron asked, even as his finger began to slowly dip into his girlfriend’s steamy cunt.

“Ah, yeah, I guess it does. Do you think I am some kind of pervert?” Amy went on before Ron could answer her question. “I mean, I don’t want you to, well, you know, have sex with my mom, or Beth for that matter, but….well, I can’t really explain it. I just get really horny knowing they are making you get a hard-on.” On a roll, and anxious to share her recent sexual urges with Ron, Amy continued, “I even like to think about Beth and mom seeing how big and hard your cock gets, and how they must wish they could suck it, or maybe even slip it between their legs and fuck you silly. But they can’t, cause you’re all mine.”

Amy stopped stroking Ron’s cock, and her hand grew still. “Do you think I am horrible? I hope not. I mean, you must kind of like what I have been doing on this vacation. I can’t even believe it myself, I mean the way I have turned into some kind of adrenaline driven exhibitionist nympho, but I can’t deny how horny I am, and I mean all the time. So…tell me what you think about all this.” Amy concluded her confession.

The guilt Ron felt about Beth slowly bobbing up and down on his cock as a result of Amy’s perverted plan to bury him in the sand was waging an all out battle with the part of his brain that was thrilled by Amy’s confession. Ron may have been somewhat young and naïve, but he knew enough to let his guilty feelings lose this battle. After all, he rationalized, he shouldn’t beat himself up to badly for something that he had no control over. If Amy hadn’t been intent on teasing him so mercilessly, then Beth wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do what she did. Ron wanted to play along, but only under Amy’s rules. He loved her and certainly didn’t want to hurt her. He just wouldn’t let things get out of hand from now on.

“Are you kidding me. You are the sexiest, most amazing girl I will ever know. I think it is so hot, the way you want to do so much sexy stuff. It just seems that some of the things you’ve done on this trip have been like playing with fire. It is weird to be so turned on, and so scared of being found out at the same time. It is all so new to me, it’s not really my style, you know?” Ron answered his girlfriend, even as she resumed stroking his rapidly hardening cock. 

Amy knew precisely what Ron meant about their games being so foreign to his shy, sheltered upbringing. She also knew that his internal struggles were part of what was making this even more fun and exciting for her, not to mention giving her more of a sense of security about what he would, and more importantly, would not do.

Amy hugged Ron around the neck with her left arm, never allowing her right to relinquish its grasp on his cock, saying, “I am so glad you don’t think I am some sort of tramp or something. Of, course, your big hard dick in my hand pretty much gave me the answer I was hoping for before you ever said a word.” Amy smiled up at him, giving his cock a firm squeeze, then said, “Come with me, let’s take advantage of mom and Beth being away to have some privacy in the room.

“Isn’t that a little too normal for you?” Ron joked, poking his hard dick into Amy’s hip, grabbing her before she could escape his long arms. 

“Nope, I mainly want to see you climb out of the pool with this throbbing dick, and walk past my new friends, Shannon and Courtney” She whispered, tugging on it to further make her point. 

“No way Amy! You can’t be serious.” Ron, cognizant of Amy’s recent confession of her newfound perversions, added, “Can you?”

“Well, you don’t have to get out with you dick poking out of the rip in your trunks, but if you twisted them around some, give yourself a few minutes to, you know,, calm down a little, you wouldn’t show anything except one very impressive, and unmistakable bulge”. Her damp breath had barely washed across his skin before she gave his steel hard cock one last squeeze and turned to make her way toward the pool ladder, directly in front of Shannon and Courtney.

Ron stood there in the middle of the pool, finding himself becoming more aroused by the thought of showing off for the two girls, and he quickly made up his mind that if Amy thought he was too timid to meet her challenge, than he would have to prove her wrong. He didn’t, however, want to get arrested for indecent exposure, so he swam underwater to the opposite end of the pool and back, his hardon lessening slightly with each stroke. Finally, as he waded toward the ladder, he tried as best he could to press his semi-hard cock over and down, away from the ripped seam of his trunks. If she wanted him to “show off” for her new friends, then he’d give them a show and see how far Amy really was willing for him to go.

Strangely enough, Ron felt a new wave of excitement pass over him. Regardless of the situations Amy had placed him in already on this trip, he had not intentionally displayed himself to anyone before, and the anticipation of what he was about to do was sending a shiver through his body. 

Amy had already exited the pool by the time Ron arrived at the ladder. He adjusted his dick one last time. He was pretty sure his trunks were twisted enough that no flesh would be exposed, but he was also certain that the wet material, plastered to his still throbbing cock, would provide the spectacle Amy had asked for. Ron took one last, deep breath, and began to climb from the pool.

Amy was watching intently. She never really thought Ron would go through with her dare, and as his body emerged from the water, she was even more surprised at his brazenness. The protrusion his penis was making in his wet and clinging trunks was unmistakable and actually quite obscene. Amy felt herself grow even more excited as Ron made his way over to where she sat next to Shannon and Courtney.  

As Ron strode closer to the three girls, he noticed Shannon stiffen slightly in her lounge chair, he gaze apparently directed at his crotch from behind her dark shades. She not so subtly nudged her friend’s arm, alerting her to the sight Amy had orchestrated for them.  Ron felt more than a little self-conscious about the way all three girls were ogling him more and more, the closer he got to them, but he also felt a rush, knowing that he was intentionally offering his cock to their lustful stares. He pretended to be unaware of the display he was providing, and stopped at the foot of their lounge chairs, and asked Amy for a towel.

Amy was observing the two co-eds in her peripheral vision, and noticed that Courtney was even less discreet than Shannon had been in the way her eyes locked directly in on her boyfriend’s bulging trunks.  She tossed Ron the towel, and watched, along with her new acquaintances as Ron tussled his hair dry beneath the cotton beach towel, his cock bouncing and swaying slightly in conjunction with the movement of his upper body. 

Part of Ron was enjoying the show he was providing, but the still shy and insecure part of his personality was making him more than a little uncomfortable about being so blatantly on display. Suppressing the bravado he felt in the pool when taking Amy’s challenge, Ron dropped the towel from his head and nonchalantly held it in front of his crotch, blocking the view to Courtney and Shannon. “You ready to go in and get some lunch Amy?” Ron asked, anxious to break free from the steady gaze of Amy’s new friends.

“Maybe you could rub some oil on my back, before you go.” Courtney interjected before Amy could answer. “And me too,” Shannon chimed in.

“Sorry girls, he’s all mine from here on out, we have to grab lunch then go do some shopping.” Amy answered for Ron. Somewhat surprised by their forwardness, Amy was actually glad to remove him from the proximity of Shannon and Courtney. Even though Beth was aware of her recent attempts to tease Ron, Amy knew she didn’t have to worry about either her mom or Beth going to far with him, but…..the reality of having two very sexy college girls lusting for your boyfriend suddenly settled in Amy’s brains as a bad idea. She had been so focused on the torment she was placing Ron in, she realized she hadn’t taken into account that Shannon and Courtney might be willing to pursue Ron past the point Amy wanted them to. Obviously, Amy had not made the connection that these were the same two girls she spied molesting Beth and peeping at Ron that first night, for if she had, she would have realized the danger in parading Ron and his swollen cock before them. 

Amy quickly led Ron into their room, and as soon as the door slid shut she began to rant, “Can you believe those two? Wanting you to rub them down with oil. Of all the nerve, just because they think I don’t care about them seeing your big dick, they try to get their slutty hands on you.” She paused, looking directly at Ron, then down to his still semi-swollen cock. “I bet you’d have liked to oil them up, wouldn’t you?”

Perpetually uncertain as to what was going on in his girlfriend’s mind, Ron took the safe answer, “Of course not, I mean, only if you told me to.” He said, breaking into his most endearing smile. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 08



“Good answer, and maybe I will let you sometime, but not on the day before I leave you alone with them on this island.” She teased.

“I won’t be alone, I mean your mom and Beth will be around to protect me.” Ron said in a playful tone. He had a suspicion, however, that if he needed protection, it would most likely be from Beth, and not the two girls lounging by the pool. His mind quickly drifted back to the way Beth had impaled herself on his tortured cock, and the incredible sensation it had been to feel a woman’s pussy clutching at his dick. He only wished that Amy was ready to “go all the way”, but Ron was certain he was in love with her, and until she was ready to do more, he promised himself that he’d wait for her. He didn’t know for sure how Beth would behave once Amy went on the ship with her dad, but he was prepared to call on every ounce of will power to remain true to Amy. He felt guilty now, seeing how jealous Amy was of the two college girls, and he couldn’t even imagine how mad she’d be if she knew exactly what happened on the beach. The only thing that eased his conscience at all was the fact that Amy herself had place him in the position of being at Beth’s mercy, and no matter how hard he might have tried to resist, he would have had no means of altering what had happened.

In a not so subtle manner, Amy redirected the conversation away from Shannon and Courtney, and back to Ron’s recent beach adventure. “So, enough about those little tramps, I want to hear all the details about what you saw and felt while buried in the sand.”

They were still standing in the kitchenette area, and Amy hopped up on the table, spread her legs and pulled her bikini to the side, allowing her fingers to gently trace across her puffy lips and swollen clit. “Come over here and tell me all the juicy details.”

Ron moved next to the table, his mind trying to determine exactly how truthful to be with Amy. As soon as he was within reach, Amy guided his hand to her simmering pussy before reaching into the rip in his trunks to retrieve Ron’s semi-erect dick. “Start at the beginning, did you just about die when Beth found us?”

“Well, yeah, I was pretty nervous.” Ron answered in the safest manner he could.

Sensing Ron’s reluctance to admit his lust for Beth, even after her confession moments earlier in the pool, Amy began to softly caress Ron’s stiffening prick as she continued with her leading questions, “Tell the truth, it had to make you hot when I helped her pull that lycra tankini off and Beth was laying practically on top of you with the tiny yellow bikini top.”

“Um, yeah, I guess it did.”

“Oh come on Ron, I confessed all my perversions in the pool a little while ago, I want you to tell me what you saw and felt, and how horny you were. Don’t be afraid that I’ll get mad, I mean, it’s not like she gave you a blowjob, or you two had sex or something.” Amy continued in her attempt to get Ron to open up to her.

Ron lightly pinched Amy’s clit hoping to divert her attention from his face, which he felt was betraying him and his secret about Beth. As she let out a surprised squeal and squirmed on the table, Ron successfully dove into the conversation Amy was pushing for, being careful to stay within the boundaries to which she was convinced Beth had adhered.  “Okay, I’ll confess, seeing your hands on Beth, when you were pulling her top off, almost showing her nipple to me, my dick was so hard. And to be completely unable to touch myself, it was torture.”

Ron could tell that he had said the right thing, as Amy moaned louder, scooted her pussy more firmly against his hand, and grasped his cock even harder.  He continued, “Then, when Beth began to rub lotion on herself, her big tits only inches from my face, and you nonchalantly tapping your fingers up and down my hardon, I thought I might explode.”

Amy’s pussy was gushing. Hearing Ron confirm the exact reaction she had hoped for was turning her on in ways she had never experienced. If Ron had told her at that moment that Beth had rolled over and sucked his dick as soon as she and her mom had left, Amy thought she’d cream all over Ron’s hand and the kitchen table.  Even though she had fantasized about Beth with her and Ron back on the plane, she had never really thought seriously about it, and now, surprisingly, letting the idea invade her mind as an option, rather than a fantasy, was making her pussy smolder.

Amy tugged Ron’s now rock hard cock over closer to her steamy cunt, “Oh god Ron, this is making me so horny. What about my mom? When she showed up and lay down right on top of you. I bet that was torture, huh?”

Even though Ron’s cock was tender from the day’s events, it began to throb and get even harder as Amy steadily stroked him. His fingers were now drenched with her moistness, as he now pistoned two fingers in and out of Amy’s tight pussy. “Torture is not the word for it. Especially when Beth sat on top of your mom and began to give her a rub down with the sun screen.” 

“Ummm, I figured as much, tell me, come on, please, tell me everything.”

“Ok, well, you know your mom’s face was only about six inches from mine, and I was scared to death she would find me under the bag. Then, when her and Beth came back from the water, looking so wet and sexy, my dick got completely hard. But when she stretched out along my body, her, well, you know, her crotch was right on top of my dick. The pressure was intense, but not unbearable. She didn’t seem to notice, and after a few minutes, she untied the straps to her bikini.” Ron paused briefly, glancing out the patio door to make sure no one was watching.

Amy noticed and said between labored breaths, “Don’t worry, no one can see in cause of the sun’s reflection. Just look every now and then to make sure mom and Beth aren’t coming back.” Grasping his cock even harder, she pleaded, “Don’t stop, tell me what you saw, and what happened.”

“Well, she raised up some and looked down at her boobs, I guess to see if her nipples were showing or something. Ah, well, I mean, your mom has some really great tits, and when they were hanging down like that only inches away, my cock started to throb even more. But about that time is when Beth straddled her back and I guess she didn’t notice my dick cause of that.” Ron continued to recount what had happened. The way Amy was moaning and gushing her slick juices over his fingers, there was no doubt that she enjoying this as much as he was. “So, every time Beth pressed her slick hands across her tan back, your mom’s great looking tits being smashed into the blanket covering my chest, then pulled away so that I could actually catch an occasional glimpse of her nipples. Not to mention that when Beth scooted down to sit across her ass, the pressure against my dick was intense and constant.”

“Ooh, keep going, I am getting close to cumming, please tell me everything.”

Ron pulled Amy’s hand from his increasingly tender dick, eliciting a disapproving look from his girlfriend. He gently pushed both her hands downward to her own sex, and said, “I want to watch you, while I tell you the rest, ok?”

Amy gave him an accepting nod as her fingers resumed where Ron had left off. “Mmmm, ok, so ……go on, please.”

“Like I said, when Beth moved down and sat on your mom’s butt, then started rocking up and back while she was rubbing the lotion in, I started to get really excited, I mean to the point I was afraid I was going to, you know, to orgasm.”

“Oh my, really? Did you have one?” Amy asked, her fingers now a blur as they flicked across her engorged clitoris.

“Well, uh, yeah, eventually.” Ron said, knowing Amy had no idea how true that statement was. “But, well, do you want me to tell you about your mom?” He said, certain of the answer before he asked.  Amy’s glazed look and slight nod of the head spurred Ron onward. “I am not sure, but well, I think your mom was, well, you know, kinda feeling it too. I mean, Beth was basically making her crotch grind right across my boner, and I could see by the look on her face, and the way she was biting her lip, that she looked just like you do when you are getting off, …the way you look right now.”

Amy knew she was a major pervert, but hearing her well endowed boyfriend tell her that her own mother was unknowingly giving him an orgasm, and maybe even experiencing one from his big dick without even knowing it, was jus too much. Amy felt her body begin to shiver with the impending orgasm. She kept up the friction of her fingers, and listened as Ron continued.

“I was really afraid that your mom would feel my dick spasm and throb as soon as I started to cum, not to mention feel what would be like a gallon of jizz. Looking into her face, as she appeared to be feeling the same thing I was sent me past the point of turning back. Luckily, at that very moment, her pager went off, and Beth moved, allowing your mom to roll over and release the pressure. It was too late for me, and my dick exploded right up into the blanket. Thankfully, with everybody moving around, nobody noticed. But it was so weird, and such a turn on to be cumming right there with all three of you next to me, unable to touch myself, or have any control over my own body.”

“Ahhhggg, Oh MY. Mmmm, that is making me crazy just to think about it,” Amy blurted out as she gasped for air, her own orgasm taking control of her body at as Ron finished his tale.

Amy eventually opened her eyes as her convulsing body began to return to normal. Ron was there, watching her intently, his cock bobbing in the air only inches from her drenched pussy. “Step over here Ron, and try to slip your dick inside me, ok?” 

“Are you sure you want me too, I mean, I don’t want you to regret this.”

“No, God No. I won’t regret anything. I want you to fuck me with your long, fat dick.” She panted.

Ron did as she instructed, and stepped over next to the table, his cockhead throbbing against Amy’s drenched pussy. He positioned the head at her opening, and began to steadily press it against her slick lips.

“Shit!” Amy exclaimed. “Here comes Beth and my mom. Of all the terrible timing. You go to the bathroom, and I’ll say we came in to fix some lunch.” Amy pushed Ron away, and began to wipe up her juices from the kitchen table even as Beth and Pam came through the door.

Luckily, Ron had left his gray gym shorts/pajamas on the bathroom floor after changing into his trunks. He wrapped a cold wash cloth around his hardon, managing to extract the steel that had only moments earlier been ready to impale his increasingly aggressive girlfriend. As he stood there, looking in the mirror, his right hand applying the cold, wet cloth to his cock, Ron attempted to think about how perverted it was for Amy to get so excited by him being teased and tormented by Beth, and especially her own mother. He thought if he concentrated on the demented nature of what they had been doing, he might be able to lessen the lustful urges coursing through his body. After his time with Beth on the beach, he knew Amy was playing with fire, and he didn’t want to risk something happening that she would ultimately regret, and likely blame on him. Ron especially wanted to steer clear of the situation Amy appeared to get the most excited about, which was tempting Ron with her own mother. Pam had been the object of Ron’s fantasies for months now, and while fantasizing about your girlfriend’s mom was one thing, the situations Amy had concocted so far on their trip was causing him to spend more time worrying about concealing his nearly perpetually swollen dick than having a relaxing and fun time with Amy. 

He eventually joined the ladies for a quick lunch on their patio. Thankfully, Pam had pulled a modest cover-up over her bikini, but Beth and Amy didn’t see the need, and by the end of their lunch, Ron’s cock was once again ¾ erect and straining noticeably against his baggy shorts. He was actually grateful for the opportunity to decline their offer to go for an afternoon of shopping at the bazaar.  It was so awkward to look both Beth and Pam in the face, after the events on the beach, that Ron looked forward to some time alone, time to think some more about everything that had happened so far. 

()()()

Pam enjoyed the afternoon with her friend and daughter, and much like Ron, glad to have some more time away from the seemingly irresistible sexual urges that seemed to invade her brain whenever he was near her. Her mind seemed to kept flashing back to the way his penis had, unknowingly to him, jutted out of his shorts during the car ride down to Miami, and the way she had been forced to grind her ass into his crotch on the plane, and most of all, the way she had felt spying on her own daughter, greedily kissing and sucking on his perfectly shaped, impossibly large penis. Even at lunch on the patio, the way Beth and Amy flitted around in their bikinis, Pam had noticed the unmistakable bulge in Ron’s shorts. 

Shopping had been fun, free of those thoughts that spurned feelings of guilt, feelings that ultimately put up very little resistance to the lustful and erotic urges that inevitably would overtake her body.

As they entered their room, Pam saw Ron stretched out innocently on the bed, asleep, and she began to wonder if Beth would be right about Amy’s intentions to offer her as a forbidden stimulate to her well hung boyfriend. And if Beth was right, Pam asked herself if she would have the nerve to continue along with the delicious ideas Beth had conveyed to her for tormenting Ron in Amy’s absence.

()()()

Ron awoke to the sound of the shower water running and the muffled voices of his sexy travel companions filtering through the bathroom door.  For once, Ron had awakened without the need to hide a boner, straining to burst free from his gym shorts. He was relieved to not have to conceal his sizable erection as the bathroom door slowly swung open, and Amy’s head peered around the door jam.

Amy looked directly into Ron’s eyes, winked and flashed him a sly smile before turning back over her shoulder and saying, “It’s okay, he’s still asleep. And besides, it’s not like he’s going to see anything if he does wake up, I really don’t see what the big deal is.”

Pam knew that letting Ron peer into the bathroom while she got dressed was exactly the type of thing Beth had planned for her to tease Ron, but she did not intend to be so brazen with her own daughter standing next to her, if she would even do such a thing at all. If it had not been for the nearly unbearable heat and steam emanating from Beth’s shower, she would not have even considered allowing Amy to open the door. 

“Okay, you win,” Pam relented, after making a feeble attempt to argue with her typically strong willed daughter. She had to admit that she was glad to allow some cool air to wash over her clammy body. “But at least go get me my bra an panties to put on, just in case.”

Ron was getting to the point that nothing Amy concocted surprised him anymore. Overhearing the conversation coming from the bathroom, he realized immediately that she was once again offering him a voyeuristic opportunity that he would be a fool to let pass by. He watched with great interest as Amy sauntered from the bathroom, clad only in a towel that was barely big enough to conceal both her bubbly ass and her perky breasts. She bypassed him, going directly to the dresser housing her mother’s lingerie. She offered a tantalizing view of her partially exposed ass as she rummaged through the drawer until she seemed to find what she was looking for, a lacy dark green bra with matching French cut panties. 

Amy was already feeling that familiar pang of excitement building between her legs as she thought of Ron’s cock and the way it would be aching at the sight of her mom.  She stopped by the bed, dropped the sexy undergarments across Ron’s bulging shorts, giving his boner the briefest squeeze, leaned over to Ron’s ear and whispered, “You will owe me for this later tonight.”  Amy went to the closet just outside the bathroom, to retrieve her dress for the evening. 

Ron watched as she slowly opened the door, noticing how the full length mirror hanging on the closet door redirected his gaze across the room, eventually allowing him to see directly into the bathroom. Amy stepped away from the closet, closer to Ron to confirm the angle of the mirror was, as she had tested earlier, just right to provide the view she intended. Satisfied, she dropped her towel, and quickly draped her frilly summer dress over her nude body, almost before Ron could redirect his gaze from the bathroom to comprehend her actions. Amy started to retrieve the panties and bra, when a wickedly good idea suddenly came to her. She deftly grabbed the leg opening of Ron’s shorts and pulled his nearly erect dick free, quickly grabbed the silky panties and wrapped them around his throbbing cock. She administered two quick strokes before Ron could even offer up a protest. She grabbed the equally sexy bra and turned to go rejoin her mother, leaving Ron’s cock swaying above his bunched up shorts.

Amy and Pam immediately picked up on some earlier conversation about her dad and his new girlfriend. Ron quickly lost interest in this conversation as Pam dropped her towel and began to put on the lacy green panties that Amy had only seconds earlier rubbed over his pulsing cock. The angle of the mirror allowed him a profile view as Pam bent at the waist and slowly tugged the panties up and over her toned, defined hips. He watched intently as she turned first left, then right, adjusting and admiring the snug fit the lacy silk provided her perfectly shaped ass. Her bare breasts were being offered to his eyes as well. Fighting the urge to reach down and stroke his cock, Ron continued to peek as Pam leaned forward and allowed the cups of the lacy bra to envelope her breasts. She adjusted her boobs within the bra, much like she had the panties.

Ron’s own lecherous thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. “Wow mom, I have never seen you with so much cleavage. You look great.”

“I know, this is that miracle bra I bought on my ‘woe is me’ shopping spree at Victoria Secrets. It looks a little silly on me, huh?” Pam said, not so subtly fishing for the complement to confirm what she already knew……that her breasts look incredibly sexy in the snug bra.

At that moment, Beth shut off the water and pulled back the curtain, eager to contribute her own opinion to her friend, “Don’t be so damn silly, your tits look great and you know it. Put those puppies on display later and we won’t pay for a drink all night long.” 

They all laughed, even as Pam responded, “Well, you know it’s not really my style to show so much cleavage, so this sexy bra will work its magic safely concealed beneath my dress tonight.” 

Ron only vaguely paid attention as Beth set out to change Pam’s wardrobe for the evening, focusing his concentration on Beth as she slowly dried off her body, often pausing, unknowingly offering him an unobstructed view of her incredible physique as she argued with her friend about her planned attire. Ron could hardly believe that he had actually had sex with such a beautiful and sexy woman, especially in the unbelievable way in which it had happened. His mind drifted back to the way she had wrapped her lips around his trapped prick, deliberately coaxing the cum from his body. 

His thoughts were broken when he saw Amy once again exit the bathroom, discreetly pushing the closet door closed to terminate his view of the bathroom. She looked directly at his bulging shorts, turned and said, “Ron’s awake now, maybe we should let him get showered and ready to go so we can make our reservations on time.”

Beth, wrapped in a towel, readily agreed to give up the steamy bathroom for a cooler place to get dressed. She and Amy walked into the bedroom only seconds after Ron and rolled onto his stomach in an attempt to hide yet another hard on. His plan was to make a quick dash to the bathroom as soon as Pam came out.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 08



“Amy. Hand me my dress please.” Pam said from behind the bathroom door. 

Beth answered for Amy, “No way, I told you that you are going to wear one of my outfits tonight. Come on out here and you can try a couple on that I have in mind.” Beth not so discreetly winked at Amy as she attempted to lure Pam into the bedroom wearing only her panties and bra.

“Beth! You know I am not dressed. Now, Amy hand me my dress!” Pam said in the most demanding voice she had.

“Aw mom, if we let you get that dress on, you will never even try on Beth’s, and besides, you’ve been wearing bikinis smaller that your underwear in front of Ron. It’s not that big of a deal.” Amy responded to her mother.

“Amy!” Pam said, “I am not kidding around, get my dress.” Pam paused, wondering if Beth had indeed been right about Amy. Was she intentionally trying to get her to tease Ron. She felt a little jolt shoot through her body at the thought of Ron seeing her in only her bra and panties, especially the sexy set she was wearing now.

Beth interjected, “Pam, Ron is going to get in the shower when you come out anyway, just walk on out and he will walk on in. Besides, after hanging out on the beach with Amy and all those college girls today, you don’t care about seeing us old women in our bras, do you Ron?”

“Ah, sure, er…. I mean no. It’s, well you know, no big deal.” Ron stammered.

Pam hesitated for only a second, telling herself that the bra and panties really were bigger than some of her bikinis. Of course, her bikinis didn’t accentuate her cleavage the way this bra did, but….then she felt the jolt again, stronger this time, and decided to go for it, besides, how bad would it be to simply walk past Ron as he went past her to take a shower.

Ron was trying to will his cock down, but it was a losing battle, especially when he saw Pam tentatively step from behind the bathroom door. He told himself not to stare, but the way her boobs pressed together, with the lacy bra barely concealing her nipples, he couldn’t pull his eyes away. Even though it took Pam only a couple of seconds to scurry past him, it seemed like forever. He immediately felt foolish and embarrassed for so openly gawking at her, like the horny schoolboy that he was. He quickly slipped from the bed, taking care to keep his back to the women, and hurried into the bathroom.

Ron wanted to jerk off into his soapy hands, but given that he was told to be ready to catch their cab in 10 minutes, he opted for an ice cold shower instead. The cold water worked to deflate his erection, but had little effect on the lustful thoughts bouncing around in his brain. Only when he stepped from the shower and began to dry off did he realize that all his clothes were in the bedroom. 

After summoning Amy, she handed him a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt. “Amy,” he whispered, “where’s my underwear?”

“That’s the new rule, I’m not wearing any, remember, so you can’t either. It will be fun, believe me. Now hurry up, we have to leave.” She said, then turned and left.

Not having any choice, he dressed quickly and joined the others out front to await their cab.

()()()

Beth was quite please with herself for convincing Pam to wear a more daring ensemble. She didn’t get her in her sexiest outfit, but she never expected to do that, at least not yet. They had reached a nice compromise with a mid-thigh length skirt and a fairly snug, black silk blouse with a modestly scooped neckline that would provide only a hint of her bra-enhanced cleavage, unless she allowed herself to bend over. Beth wasn’t sure Pam really knew how much of her breasts could be seen in this manner, but was certain that given the height advantage Ron held over Pam, he would benefit throughout the night from the cut of her blouse.

Pam noticed the way Ron’s eyes kept dipping down to the valley between her breasts every time she leaned across the table during dinner. She tried to remain modest, but the blouse Beth had convinced her to wear seemed much more revealing now than it had back in the room.  Beth kept the daiquiris flowing, and after finishing her second drink, over appetizers, Pam decided to do as her friend and daughter kept telling her, and quit being so uptight. If Ron was going to peer down her neckline, then so be it. Besides, Beth had indicated that she had a test planned for Amy and Ron tonight, to see how Amy would behave when given an opportunity to let Ron lust for her own mother. The rum was simply giving Pam the courage to start the test a little earlier, on her own terms. 

After dinner, and a third daiquiri, Pam even agreed to Amy and Beth’s pleading to stop by the adjoining dance club. The club was not yet too crowded, and they easily found a table on one of the platforms in the back. It was a semi-circular booth situated so that everyone at the table had a view of the dance floor.

No sooner had they settled in than Beth headed to the bar. She quickly returned with four drinks. Pam, already buzzing from the drinks at dinner, gave in pretty easily and allowed Amy and Ron to have their own fruity, yet alcoholic concoction. Everyone was on their second round of drinks when the DJ played a song that was one of Amy’s favorites. She quickly grabbed Ron by the wrist and led him to the dance floor.

Almost immediately, two good looking, but obviously college aged boys, came to the table to ask for a dance.  Beth quickly shut them down, wanting this time alone with Pam to push her further into her plans for teasing Ron.

“Beth…..why did you do that,” Pam said in her melodiously tipsy voice, “I feel like dancing!’

“Don’t worry, we’re going to dance, but don’t you want to know about the test for Amy that we decided I would come up with for tonight?”

Beth leaned in close to Pam in order to be heard over the pounding music without having to shout her deviant little plan across the table. 

Pam listened intently, but at the same time her body began to respond ever so subtly to Beth’s words, and the way her voice vibrated next to her ear, while her hot breath washed across her earlobe and neck. Pam tried to block the tiny, yet unmistakable sexual twinge beginning to course through her body. 

Once Beth pulled away, Pam said, “You can’t be serious. Do you really think Amy would let that happen? And even if she did, you don’t think I’d play along do you?”

Beth saw the goose flesh popping up across the exposed portion of Pam’s breasts as she leaned in closer. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I think Amy is brazen enough to do exactly what I said, if not more. And as for you, I may be wrong, and you don’t have to commit to anything right now, but just know the plan, and be thinking about how much fun it could be. I saw the way you let us coax you out of the bathroom today, to parade in front of Ron in your bra and panties. You and I both know that pretending it was no more sexy than one of your bikinis was pure bullshit, thrown out by Amy and latched onto by you. And I am willing to bet it made you hot, just like you got hot tonight knowing that Ron has been peeking at those luscious boobs of yours.”

As Beth finished her little speech, Pam followed her friend’s gaze down, to her substantial cleavage that was threatening to escape due to the way she was leaning over, against her own forearms. The sexy little tingle from earlier moved quickly down her body, until a warmth took hold of her sex and her face flushed with embarrassment, knowing the perverted path down which her body was coaxing her mind.

Beth gave her a sweet smile, saying, “You can’t really blame the boy, you know, you are one hot, sexy woman” and as Amy and Ron approached the table to rejoin them, she whispered, “just think about it for a while, ok? I’ll be right back.” And with that Beth slid from behind the table and headed, once again, to the bar.

“Here mom, show Ron how it’s done.” Amy said, offering her boyfriend’s hand to her mother. “Besides, I have to go to the rest room.” Amy turned and left, even as Pam began to scoot from the booth.

Ron’s cock was half hard from his dance with Amy. She had ground her gyrating ass against him most of the song, and when she did turn to face him, she had repeatedly reached down to briefly stroke his throbbing dick through the thin, loose fitting pants she had forced him to wear commando style. Even though he’d love to watch Pam shake it on the dance floor, he was relieved when she stood next to him and said she’d want a dance later, but for now she had to join Amy in the ladies room.

()()()

Ron allowed his eyes to follow Pam’s exquisite ass as she strode to the other side of the club, to the ladies room. His lustful thoughts interrupted by the sound of Beth’s soft voice, whispering in his ear, “Enjoying the view?” she said with a lilting giggle.

“Uh, no, I er, I mean I was only looking at, …..oh, nevermind, yeah, I was enjoying the view.” Ron stumbled through his confession. He realized that he had not been able to privately speak with Beth since the beach episode, but given what they had done together, or more specifically, what Beth had done to him, it seemed silly to deny leering after Pam’s ass.

“Here, take your drink and sit down, we need to talk before Amy and Pam get back.” Beth spoke, now in a somewhat serious tone. She had spent the entire time earlier in the shower thinking about the best way to approach Ron about their beach encounter. She thought she had a general feel for the best way to continue to fuck with his mind, and now seemed like a good time to begin.

Ron slid around the booth, closely followed by the woman he had actually had sex with only hours earlier. Nervousness immediately consumed him as Ron tried to find the courage to let Beth know that his feelings for Amy were too pure to ever have a repeat session. As much as part of him wanted to throw Beth across the table and slide his cock into her, he knew that his commitment to Amy meant he had to suppress those lustful yearnings.

Beth had chosen to wear a pink halter top, that was thin enough to only moderately conceal her braless nipples, was tight enough to accentuate her curvy figure, and short enough to allow her belly button to peak through when she moved in just the right manner. As expected, Ron had not so discreetly been stealing glances her way all night. Of course, as was her vacation rule, she was pantyless beneath the matching pink skirt. She stretched her firm body while scooting across the seat, until she saw Ron’s gaze dip down to her boobs and then to her increasingly exposed, tanned and toned legs, then she began to speak.

“Wow, this is a little awkward, huh?” Beth began, shifting her body slightly and pulling her left knee up, closer to Ron, her skirt quickly rising up to reveal more of her sleek thighs. 

“Yeah, uh, I guess so.” Ron responded, even as he was trying to will his eyes away from the tempting allure of Beth’s sexy legs. He took a deep gulp of the strawberry flavored drink Beth had brought him as she continued.

“Well, I have wanted to talk to you about earlier, you know, on the beach, but I haven’t had the chance until now. You realize how wrong it was, what we did, don’t you?” she said, studying Ron’s face closely for reaction to her statement. There appeared to be both relief and disappointment conveyed in his expression, even before he spoke.

“Oh, believe me, I know, I mean, I felt so guilty having to lie to Amy this afternoon, and with her leaving tomorrow to go with her dad, I wasn’t sure….well you know, how things would be when she left.” 

“Now Ron, do you mean to say that you were afraid I would be chasing you around the island, forcing you to fuck me the entire time Amy was gone?” Beth interjected, intentionally throwing in the word “fuck” to mess with him a little.

“No, I didn’t really think, well, you know, I wasn’t sure, especially after the things you and Pam talked about while you were, I mean, while we, um…..you know, when you were……”

“When I was fucking that gorgeous cock of yours jutting up from the sand, right under Pam’s nose, is that when you mean?” Beth said, leaning just a little closer to him as she spoke. 

Ron felt his face turning crimson, “Yeah, that’s ah, what I meant.” Hearing Beth talk so graphically was making his dick grow and thicken in his pants, forcing his cock to expand down the slightly loose fitting material over his thighs. 

“Oh honey, I guess you must have misunderstood a little. I was just saying that stuff to give me an excuse to squirm around on your prick. It was throbbing and jerking inside me so much that I couldn’t stand to be still any longer. That’s why I was talking to Pam about teasing you and masturbating, so I could pretend to be fucking you, well, even though I really was getting off on you for real, you know what I mean.” Satisfied that she had pushed things far enough, Beth redirected her effort to screw with Ron’s untested psyche, and changed course. 

“I am sorry to be so graphic, I get a little excited thinking back to the beach, but like I said before, I was wrong for doing what I did, and I don’t want you to worry about me making any advances toward you. I think we should just forget about what happened on the beach, ok?” Beth finished, giving Ron her sweetest, most innocent ook. 

“Sure, I mean, I appreciate you agreeing to act like nothing happened.” Ron responded, mostly relieved, but still somewhat disappointed to know he would not get to experience those incredible feelings he had when Beth slowly rocked up and down on his cock.

“Now, I can’t speak for Pam, you heard the things she said about you. It seems she’s quite obsessed with what you are packing around between your legs here,” Beth said, while gently tapping her left hand on Ron’s thigh.

Beth’s hand remained on Ron’s thigh, as his cock grew still harder and longer, down the inseam of Ron’s pants, forming an unmistakable bulge only inches from her fingers. Ron looked up toward where Amy and Pam had gone to the restroom, anticipating their return. Instead, he saw them on the dance floor, dancing with each other, but with an attentive audience of college guys admiring the way they moved their bodies to the pounding beat of the Reggae music. 

“Don’t worry about them, they’re having fun, and we still have some time to finish our talk. Pam really has an amazing body, doesn’t she? And the way that bra is making her cleavage just scream to be ogled, pretty sexy if I do say so myself.” Beth said in response to the object of Ron’s attention. “I bet you’d like to see her naked as much as she wants to see your cock up close and personal, huh?” Beth said, eager to redirect the conversation once again to more suggestive dialogue. 

“Um, I don’t know, you know, she is Amy’s mom and all.” Ron lied, nervous about Beth’s hand still lightly resting on his leg, and about the direction she was taking their conversation.

“Now don’t get me wrong, Pam would never do anything with you like I did on the beach, I was weak, a little buzzed from bloody marys, and well, just awfully damned horny. Pam is stronger than me, but I do believe she might be planning on some mild cock teasing for you. That whole thing about you two in the backseat, and then on the plane really got her all worked up over your prick. As a longtime prick teaser myself, I understand why she’d love to know she was making you get a hardon for her, but, if you acted like you were onto to her actions, or tried to respond in some way, she’d turn and run like you had the plague.” Beth said, glad to work into their conversation one of the few preplanned topics she wanted to get across to Ron. She had to work things so that Ron would never let on that he suspected Pam of intentionally teasing him, and she’d have to convince Pam that Ron is so shy, nervous, and naïve, that not only would he not respond to her actions, but that he would not even suspect her of intentionally tempting him. 

“You play things right with Pam, and she might “accidentally” give you an opportunity to see some of her sexy body. Oh, but wait, I forgot, you already spied on sweet little Pam when you hid in the bathroom closet our first night here, didn’t you?” Beth continued, before Ron could answer, “Don’t worry about it, we all have our sneaky peeping secrets, I mean, I actually watched you rubbing my panties all over your rock hard prick later that same night, so we are a couple of voyeurs I guess.” 

Ron could barely believe the things Beth was saying to him, and he couldn’t wait to hear more about her peeping on him, but as she finished speaking, the waitress came with yet another round of drinks. To Ron’s relief, Beth removed her hand to get money from her purse, but when she leaned across Ron to give the girl her money, her hand went back to Ron’s thigh, and “accidentally” slid over until her fingers met resistance from the steel like shaft of his penis. 

“Oh my, oh my goodness, have I done this to you, just talking about how we must refrain from any sexual shenanigans?” Beth asked, not removing her hand, and knowing full well what she was doing to young Ron.

“Yeah, and I’ve been like this more often than not so far on this trip. It’s kinda embarrassing trying to keep everyone from noticing.” Ron said. Beth’s hand was still there, perfectly still and resting lightly on his shaft, her index finger less than an inch from his throbbing dick head.

“I understand, I mean if I had something that big protrude out from my body every time I got horny, I’d never be able to leave the house.” Beth laughed, “I mean, my nipples are a dead give away, but I kind of like the attention they command.” Beth said, directing Ron’s eyes downward to her pink halter with the quick dip of her head as she spoke.

If Beth was telling the truth about her nipples gauging her level of horniness, then she must be almost as horny as me, Ron thought. Her nipples were straining to break free of the sexy pink material tightly encasing her breasts. Ron allowed his eyes to wander further down her body, noticing how her skirt had ridden further up to expose even more thigh. A few more inches and he’d be able to see her panties. Then Ron remembered what she had said that first night, while he was peeping from the closet, Beth never wore panties or bras on vacation. He knew he was only inches away from benefiting from her vacation rule, the same rule Amy was now adhering to, and has forced upon him earlier this evening. 

“You see, this is what is so hard, hehe, no pun intended,” Beth giggled, as her fingers remained unmoving on Ron’s very hard cock, “so hard about having a line that mustn’t be crossed. I mean, after having your beautiful cock in my mouth and pussy earlier today, and now, feeling it pulsing beneath my fingers, I’d like nothing better than to give it a few strokes, kinda like this,” Beth said softly as she allowed her fingers to wrap firmly over the bulge in Ron’s pants, and trace up then back, up and back before stopping to rest, motionless once again in their original position. “But that would be so wrong, especially after we agreed to forget about earlier today, don’t you agree?”

Ron’s breath was sporadic now, “Yeah, would be wrong.” He stammered while squirming beneath Beth’s talented fingers. He knew he should break free from her grasp, but he just couldn’t, besides, as hard as his cock was now, even in the dimly lit club, it’d be difficult to conceal if he left the booth.

“If the line wasn’t there, you know, the line we can’t cross, I’d have a tough time resisting the temptation to pull your big fat cock from through your zipper and then sliding down under this table cloth and giving you a sexy blowjob.” Beth continued to not only mess with Ron, but to make herself hornier by the second. Her fingers resumed their path up and down Ron’s cock, “Can you imagine how much fun it would be for me to be sucking your dick when that cute little Bahamian waitress came back to the table. I bet she’d stand there and watch, do you think?”




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 09



Beth had kept the drinks flowing all night, and now, as the four travel companions stood outside the club, waiting for a taxi, it was obvious to Ron that everyone was feeling little pain, especially Pam. She was beginning to slur her words, and continually grabbing either Ron or Amy to balance herself.

His cock had remained semi-hard most of the night, and now was no different. After a night of dancing, Beth, Amy and her mom each looked even sexier than when they left the hotel. A sheen of sweat still glistened across their faces from the heat of the club and their sultry dance moves. Beth's pink halter, now damp from perspiration, clung to her perfectly shaped breasts and clearly displayed her erect nipples. And now, every time Pam leaned into him balance herself, Ron was given a prolonged and substantial view down her neckline. The deep cleavage created by the sexy green bra looked even more inviting than when he had seen her in only panties and bra at the hotel. He found it easy to imagine the way the beads of sweat would taste when being licked from the valley of her smoldering skin.

"Ron...Ron...Wake UP!" Amy said, raising her voice to get her boyfriend's attention. "The taxi is waiting for us. Will you steer mom over here so we can leave please?" She pretended to be put out, but Amy knew he was too busy staring at her mom's boobs to notice anything else. Amy, as was now the norm, felt her own sexual response to Ron's obvious lust for her own mother. A quick glance down to his bulging crotch revealed that her mom was inadvertently prolonging the swelling in Ron's penis. The swelling that had been present most every time Amy had taken the opportunity to covertly caress him in the club, which had been quite often.

Amy slide across the back seat, followed by Beth. Beth was feeling particularly horny ever since the delightful conversation between her and Ron. She was convinced that, much like their hangman game on the plane, she had completely befuddled her young plaything, and that she would be able to manipulate him anyway she wished for the remainder of their vacation. Her most immediate manipulation, she hoped, would take place back at the hotel, but only if Pam kept to her semi-drunken promise to play her part. Even though Amy had no idea what was planned, Beth had little doubt that she would step up to most any opportunity to tease, tempt and torment Ron.

Ron helped guide Pam in next to Beth, and then tried to squeeze in himself. As they had learned at the airport, taxis in the Bahamas come in all shapes and sizes. This one, it appeared, came in on the small end of the scale.

Pam, while no doubt quite buzzed, was nowhere near as drunk as she pretended to be. It was all part of the Beth's plan to test whether or not Amy would deliberately use her own mother to tempt Ron. Now feeling both drunk and horny, Pam was more than willing to play along. 

"Come on you three, scoot over." Ron exclaimed, in a louder than necessary drunken command. 

"There's no room for me to scoot." Was the reply he received from both Beth and Amy. 

Beth spoke up, "Come on Pam, raise on up and sit on my lap." 

Pam did as instructed, and Ron squeezed until he was able to shut the door. The driver had not even gotten out of the parking lot when Beth began to complain about Pam crushing her leg. "Ron, help me out here will ya, let Pam slide over onto you, okay?" 

As if on cue, Amy chimed in, "It's okay Ron, you'll save Beth, and besides, mom's so toasted, I doubt she'll even remember any of this come morning."

Before Ron could even respond, Pam spoke up, "Lissen to me young lady, I am not toassed, and you need to see who will remember when what the, I mean what when the morning comes. Now watsh out little cutie Ronnie boy, I'm moving on ober..." Pam was only half way intentionally slurring her words, the other half was being slurred courtesy of the wonderful coconut rum she had been drinking all night. The alcohol now guiding most of her decision-making, Pam didn't really think twice about taking the opportunity to sit on Ron's lap. She had decided that she was going to call Amy's bluff, just as Beth had suggested. If Amy wanted her mom to squirm around on her boyfriends lap, then by god, she'd do it. 

Ron was feeling pretty giddy himself, but was no way as drunk as Pam. He felt both nervous and excited about having Pam on his lap. She slid her firm bubbly ass across his left thigh, and on over, until she was wedged nicely in the crook of his right arm. Ron's entire body stiffened, waiting for Pam's reaction to having just ground her ass across his quickly hardening cock. Amazingly, even as she settled in his lap, his cock was trapped between Pam's sexy ass and his own thigh. And she didn't say anything. She didn't make a face or try to move away from his erection, pressing incessantly upward into her thigh and ass. Pam seemed completely unaware of his condition. Telling himself she was too drunk to notice, Ron took a deep breath and allowed the tension to slowly leave his body.

Pam, contrary to Ron's observations, was well aware of the situation she was in. She could feel his gorgeous cock trapped firmly between their bodies. She was indeed drunk, very drunk for that matter, but not yet to the point of passing out, as she hoped she appeared. She did her best not to acknowledge the tingling in her pussy when she felt Ron's dick beneath her. Again, letting the alcohol drive her lustful decision making, Pam allowed herself to remain firmly planted against her daughter's teenage boyfriend and his huge penis. Knowing the ride to the hotel would be a short one, she dropped her head back onto Ron's shoulder, and pretended to go to sleep. 

Ron was actually relieved when the driver pulled up to their hotel. The light of the full moon had been sufficient to allow him to admire Pam's luscious boobs most of the trip. Her position laying against him and the haphazard condition in which her blouse was twisted around, offered Ron a lovely view of her curvy breasts spilling from the green lacy cup of her bra. That, coupled with the way the bumpy road jostled her back and forth against his lap, had Ron's prick rock hard and in need of relief from the friction Pam's toned ass and slender thigh was inflicting upon him. 

As Beth paid the driver, Ron carried Pam's limp body in and laid her on the end of the bed. As soon as he stepped away from the bed, Amy strode up next to him.

"Oooh, look what you still have, did it even go away all night long?" Amy asked, even as she gently grabbed Ron's hard on through his pants. 

"Nope, no thanks to you I might add. You were pawing at me all night." Ron replied as he allowed Amy to softly stroke the front of his pants. "Not that I'm complaining. 

Hearing the door open, Amy quickly removed her hand and Ron turned to walk toward the kitchenette, and away from Beth's eyes. 

"Amy, will you take care of your momma honey, I am so hot and sweaty, if I don't take a shower right away, I might just get sick." Beth said in her most sincere tone, and without even a wink to Amy. She knew she didn't have to. Beth was certain that Amy would do as she expected, and undress Pam in plain view of Ron.

"Sure, and then I think Ron and I might go hit the Jacuzzi, if you think it'd be ok?"

"It's sounds okay to me, and unless your mom wakes up and tells you no, then I won't stop you. I plan on taking a nice long shower, so you two go on whenever you want to." Beth answered.

Ron walked from the kitchen area as soon as Beth closed the bathroom door. "So you want to go to the Jacuzzi, really?" He asked, hopeful for a chance to get Amy alone.

"Sure, why don't you go ahead and get into your suit while I get mom into bed." 

"You mean, get undressed right here, in the same room with your mom?" Ron asked.

"Sure, you can't very well go in the bathroom with Beth." Amy paused, allowing her last statement to hang for a few seconds before continuing, "and besides, mom is out cold. Look at this." Amy lifted then dropped her mother's right arm, one, two, then three times. Pam never budged.

Pam remained motionless. The scenario was set exactly as Beth had planned, and now all she had to do was pretend to be passed out, and see how Amy would react. If Beth was correct, Amy would take this opportunity to let Ron see her in her bra and panties, as she undressed her. Pam hadn't been sure she would be able to go through with the plan earlier in the evening, but now, after a night of drinking and outrageous flirting with so many young men on the dance floor, she was adequately drunk and horny to play along. She could hear Ron removing his clothes, and she wanted to peek at him in the worst way, but kept her eyes tightly shut, determined to play her part of the "dead-to-the-world" drunk.

As Ron began to undress in front of the dresser, Amy crawled around on the bed until she was behind her mother's body, ready to pull her up closer to the head of the bed. Amy paused, watching Ron swaying from the many pina coldas, as he first unbuttoned and removed his shirt, and then quickly slid his pants down to reveal his nude flesh. As soon as Ron stepped free from his pants, she slid her hands beneath her mother's arms and lifted her upper body.

"Ron...Ron!! Help me! Hurry up!" She whispered urgently. "Mom's head is lolling over and I am stuck under her." 

Ron reflexively responded to the urgency of Amy's voice, and was standing next to the bed, between Pam's legs dangling over the mattress, his prick still jutting skyward, having lost not one sliver of granite since the cab ride home.

"Hurry, crawl up here and help me!" 

"But,...but Amy, look at me, I am naked." He responded, suspecting Amy of devious intentions. Ron didn't think Amy looked all that helpless.

"Dang it Ron, get up here RIGHT NOW and help me before mom's neck gets twisted the wrong way."

Still suspicious, but convinced by Amy's voice that she wasn't joking around, he began to crawl onto the bed, rather than risk her wrath. "What do you want me to do?"

"Come over here like that,...no...move your leg here, and then get your other leg over here so you can lift her off me." Amy kept up her authoritative tone, glad to see Ron responding to her every instruction without question.

When Amy was through directing him, Ron found himself straddling Pams hips, his cock pointing directly at her face as she lay before him, propped up on her daughters lap. 

"Amy..." Ron said the tone of his voice conveying his skepticism as to Amy's intentions.

"What?! Do you really think I'd be messing around with mom's neck all bent over like this, now help me and get your mind out of the gutter." Amy barked.

"Sorry." He replied as he leaned a little closer and slid his hand beneath Amy's so that he could support Pam while she scooted free. Ron's dick was not so quick to respond to Amy's tough words, and remained targeted directly at Pam. As Amy pulled back, she gently brought her hands to the sides of Pam's head and guided it back into an upright position atop her shoulders. The result was that she was now holding her mother's face, directing it at her boyfriend's enormous dick poised only inches away. She held her there for only a few seconds before allowing her head to tilt back slightly and instructing Ron to lower her until she lie flat on the bed.

Pam let her body go limp as Amy maneuvered her, but her mind was going full speed ahead. She found it hard to believe that her own daughter had just directed her boyfriend to climb naked onto the bed with them. She could feel Ron's legs pressed into her waist. Pam knew she should speak up, or at least pretend to stir awake so that things would go no further, but rather than create a scene the night before her daughter left the island, she decided to play along, and let the situation dissipate on its own. Besides, the realization that Ron's lovely cock was only a few inches from her face was just too tempting, and she decided to keep up the act until she would be able to take a quick peek.

Ron was forced to move his body forward as he eased Pam backward. The result was that when he released Pam, his knees had moved up until his balls hung directly over Pams boobs, which were now posing an even greater threat to break free of her top after all the re-positioning on the bed.

"Ummmm, look at you, still hard." Amy purred, pretending to notice Ron's cock for the first time since he got on the bed. She firmly gripped his shaft before going on, "Ohhh God, you're already oozing cum, that is so hot. I guess you are having fun tonight, huh?" And with that, Amy leaned forward and tenderly kissed the head of Ron's prick. Leaning across her own mother's face, she began to kiss and lick all over the spongy blood engorged head of his cock.

"Amy, oh my god. What are you doing Amy? Jeez, I, ummm...Amy, you should stop, just in case, uh...you know, God...what if...mmmm, your mom wakes up." Ron halfway pleaded in a hushed tone, although he made no effort to escape Amy's tongue.

Pam forced herself to stifle the gasp trying to escape her mouth as she realized what was going on. Amy was obviously sucking Ron's penis, directly over her face. As Ron protested, Pam decided to steal a quick look. She allowed her left eye to open ever slowly, and was treated with a view of Ron's cum filled balls, dangling over her chest, and his thick shaft as it swayed beneath the talents of Amy's tongue. Pam felt her own pussy grow hot and damp, and the urge to join her daughter in an oral assault of Ron's throbbing cock was counterbalanced by the remaining moral voice within her, telling her to do something to end this temptation, and in the end, she did nothing. Nothing other than to remain motionless and discreetly watch the incredibly erotic scene taking place before her.

After a few more licks and kisses, Amy slowly opened her lips wide and let her mouth settle over Ron's pulsing prick. She allowed several inches to slide into her mouth, then softly, but firmly began to suck as she released Ron's shaft to the cool air. Amy's body was smoldering from the excitement of sucking Ron's throbbing cock only inches away from her drunken mother. She began to coat the beautiful penis before her with kisses and licks, eventually covering the entire shaft and head with her glistening saliva. Once again Amy slowly and deliberately engulfed as much of Ron as she could, before allowing her lips to begin their descent back up the thick shaft. She paused briefly when only the head was still trapped between her lips, pressing her tongue up against his most sensitive skin and swirling it back and forth several times before letting him pop from her mouth.

"You're right, we better get on with this and get your bathing suit on before Beth finishes her shower. I need you to hold mom again while I unbutton her blouse, okay?" 

Ron, even though a part of him felt guilty and scared about what was happening, was too drunk and much too horny to raise any further objections about being naked while helping Amy get her mother ready for bed. He told himself that he must adhere to certain boundaries, he knew he must avoid letting his dick make contact with her. He was afraid of how easily he might cum if that were to occur, and he certainly didn't plan on molesting a passed out woman in any way. No matter how incredibly sexy she might look, Ron's Baptist upbringing was working to prevent him from seriously considering such a thing, even if she was the recurring star in his dreams and fantasies.

As Amy lifted her mother up by the shoulders, she instructed Ron to once again hold her beneath her arm pits while she undid the buttons down the back of the blouse. Ron took Pam's limp body from his girlfriend and attempted to hold her upright, while at the same time keeping his body leaning forward at such an angle to avoid having his prick jabbing Pam's body. This worked, momentarily, but then Amy directed Ron to pull Pam over even more, so that she could get to the buttons further down her back. Due to all the manhandling she was receiving, Pam's blouse had ridden up her torso to expose her tanned, firm abs. And as much as Ron tried to position his lower body to avoid contact with Pam, the way Amy was pushing her further and further forward, made it impossible. As Amy worked intently on the last few buttons, she was inadvertently rocking her mom's body back and forth against Ron's pulsing dick. He could feel his slippery cock, still coated in Amy's saliva and his precum, sliding easily against Pam's taut torso. The further Amy pushed her forward, the higher up Pam's stomach his cock slid, until eventually, he could feel her bra covered boobs scraping across his sensitive cockhead.

"Uh...Amy, I think...ummm, geez, aren't you almost finished?" Ron asked, struggling between the perverted thrill he was receiving from his forced friction with Pam, and the guilt he felt from doing something so wrong.

"Yeah, almost, just one more button," Amy replied, knowing she was teasing Ron by instructing him to handle her mother's curvy body while he was naked, but not aware of the way his tormented cock was gliding back and forth against the body for which he had lusted for so badly. "Just lean her a little closer to you, and lift her up some too, as best you can."

Ron, anxious to end the torture, no matter how pleasurable, followed his girlfriend's directions, and lifted Pam's arms up and over still closer to his body, and more importantly, his steel hard prick. To Ron's astonishment, the movement of their bodies resulted in his dick sliding effortlessly directly into the cleavage he had been admiring all night long. It felt like at least 3 or so inches had slipped beneath her bra and snugly between her lovely breasts. Even though the pleasure coursing through his body was immense, the fear of Pam waking up, coupled with the fear he might cum all over her tits caused him to take immediate action. He tried to lower his body and free his cock. He steadily slid his slick cock lower and lower until only the head was yet to pass beneath the underwire of the bra. The angle of his cock and Pam's body was now making it a little more difficult to get past the bra, and just as Ron was rolling Pam's shoulders slightly forward to get the extra fraction of an inch he needed to escape, Amy undid the last remaining button.

"Got it," Amy said and immediately pulled back on her mom's shoulders to lower her back to the bed. 

Not only was Ron unable to free his trapped cock, the pressure of the bra being stretched firmly across Pam's body as Amy began to reposition her caused him to have to press more firmly against her, or else endure the pain of the under-wire scrapping up and against his shaft and the ultra sensitive head of his cock. 

"Ron, what are you doing?" Amy exclaimed as she guided her mom's head and upper body back against the bed. 

Ron was forced to accompany Pam on her descent, falling over toward Amy and balancing himself on her thighs as he was forced to adjust his body to account for his ensnared penis between Pam's breasts.

Given the blouse still covering the front of Pam's body, as well as Ron's cock, Amy was rather confused by Ron's sudden lurch forward. "What are you trying to do?" Amy asked again. Before Ron could answer, she began to guide the now backless top down her mother's arms and away from her body. Before she even had the blouse completely removed, she saw the predicament Ron was in.

"Oh my!... Oh my! What have you done Ron?" Amy whispered, in a semi-accusatory tone. She found herself immediately aroused by the sight before her. 

"Very funny, you know I didn't do this on purpose, now help me get loose." He whispered, fearful of possibly waking Pam.

"Sure, I will," Amy paused, staring at her boyfriend's enormous penis lodged snugly between her own mother's shapely breasts. "God Ron, this is going to sound, like, super perverted, but it is just so sexy looking. You look completely huge, you know?"




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 09



Ron allowed himself to look down for the first time since Amy removed the top. His dick was snugly wedged between Pam's smooth breasts, the miracle-bra enhanced cleavage enveloping his steel hard cock, still glistening with Amy's saliva. Even though Ron wanted nothing more than to grab Pam's luscious tits and begin to slide his shimmering prick back and forth between the tanned valley between her boobs, he knew the right thing to do, and his mind kept telling him over and over to get out of this situation before something really bad happened.

Ignoring Amy's obvious delight at the predicament he was in, he whispered emphatically, "Dang it Amy, help me get loose!"

"Okay, Okay, don't get all freaked out on me, believe me, I don't want mom waking up to this any more than you do," Amy truthfully stated. What she didn't say was that she had never seen her mother so drunk before, and was certain she would not come to until morning. Encouraged by this belief, and the unplanned, yet incredible opportunity to delve move deeply into her twisted teasing of her boyfriend, Amy quickly decided to try and torment Ron even further. 

"Can you slide out if I push it down a little?" Amy asked, even as she gingerly allowed her petite hand to touch the top of Ron's ensnared shaft. 

Ron looked on as Amy pushed his cock firmly down into her own mother's cleavage. The tip of his cock was three or four inches from the green strap of material so effectively tugging Pam's bra cups, and subsequently, her lovely breasts, together. Realizing he had little alternative, he agreed to allow Amy to assist him and retracting his dick from its current confines.

As he slowly withdrew his cock, Amy pressed down even more firmly, resulting in an almost unbearable friction between Pam's tanned skin and the sensitive underside of his penis. Ever so slowly, more and more of his shaft withdrew from beneath Pam's bra, even as the stiff under-wire scrapped over his tender skin. The head of his cock, swollen and throbbing, began to wedge more firmly into Pam's cleavage, and closer to the material of her bra that had ensnared him to this point.

Amy watched silently, her own body simmering from the erotic sight before her. She was actually glad to realize that the near-nudity of her own mother was in no way exciting her, but rather the idea that Ron was likely on the verge of an orgasm as a result of the forbidden temptation before him that was really getting her going. Amy also allowed herself to admit that the only thing better would be for her mom to someway be aware of what Ron was doing. She envisioned how frustratingly exciting it would be for her to have such a beautiful cock so close, but be unable to take advantage because he is your daughter's teenage boyfriend.

Amy continued to press her index and middle fingers firmly against Ron's shaft, just below the purplish mushroom head of his cock, watching intently as it approached the main obstacle to freedom. Just before she would have been able to guide it beneath the bra, she removed her fingers causing his shaft and head to spring up firmly against the ungiving material of her mother's bra, leading Ron to wince from the discomfort, and relent from his planned escape.

"Amy, why did you let go?" Ron complained, even as his cock continued to twitch and throb against Pam's cleavage. "Come on, do something to help me out here." He pleaded.

Intent on prolonging his torment, Amy said, "I don't think this is going to work, it will be easiest if I unfasten her bra." She didn't think Ron had noticed that the clasp was in front, hidden discreetly behind the small lacy flower between her mother's boobs. "Help me lift her up some so I can get to her and unhook it."

Ron was skeptical about his ability to withstand much more friction with Pam, but in his still buzzed state, Amy's plan seemed to be the only way. As she lifted Pam by the shoulders, Ron assisted as best he could in raising her up and off of the bed. Of course, the result was that his cock, still sufficiently slippery with Amy's saliva, retraced its path up Pam's chest. Amy pushed her up and over more and more, until Ron could feel his balls pressing firmly against her midriff and sliding up until the lacy bra prohibited him from moving further. The head of his prick was up well past Pam's cleavage, occasionally poking into Pam's chin as her head lolled back and forth while Amy attempted to reach beneath her to unhook the bra.

Amy pretended to be struggling to find the clasp, all the while observing Ron as he struggled to control the tormented, yet incredibly sexy looking cock as it pulsed and jerked only inches from her mother's lips. 

As his cock pressed once again against the underside of Pam's chin, Ron could feel the pre-cum, which was by now freely coating his cockhead, smear across her chin and neck, allowing him to easily slip to and fro against her smooth skin. 

Amy, pretending for the first time to realize that the clasp was not located on the back strap, said, "Oh no, Ron, the clasp isn't back here, it must be on the front." 

She lowered Pam back against her lap again, but only enough to ensure that Ron could not slide free from his predicament. His cock was now trapped by Pam's bra, firmly at the base of his cock, while his shaft and head strained, only somewhat successfully, upward and away from Pam's warm flesh. 

Ron actually groaned from the sheer torture his dick was being forced to endure. His almost blood red head was now only inches from Pam's lips as Amy repositioned her head against her lap. He was concentrating so on not cumming across his girlfriend's mother's face, that he didn't even notice Pam's eyes open ever so slightly.

Pam, spurred on by her pent up lust and the considerable amount of alcohol residing in her blood stream, had willed herself to keep he eyes tightly shut and continue to pretend to be passed out cold. Feeling Ron's steel hard penis slipping and sliding over her skin was almost more than she could endure. It was so wrong, so very wrong, yet even more thrilling, the way Amy was deliberately tormenting Ron. Pam ever so slightly allowed herself to peek from behind her long, almost completed shut eye lashes, and felt her body temperature rise once again from the sight before her. As she discreetly watched Ron's pulsing cock, her own daughter's hand descended and began to lightly drag her fingernails over his pulsing shaft and head.

Amy looked down to her boyfriend's lovely cock. It was visibly throbbing and producing a near steady stream of slippery fluid. "Oh my god Ron, I don't think I have ever seen your dick so big and hard. I hope you don't think I am too big of a perv, but I am so turned on right now looking at you." As she spoke, Amy lightly traced her fingers up, then down the length of Ron's granite hard shaft. "I guess I can see how this would be pretty exciting for you, I mean my mom does have a fabulous body. I really should be jealous, don't you think...but I guess most any boy would like to do what you've been doing to her...Of course, since this isn't really your fault I won't hold it against you." Amy finished her rambling, lust filled remarks as she observed Ron, his face contorting as his cock continued to jerk and throb.

Ron's eyes were transfixed on his cock, bobbing only inches from Pam's face, as Amy began to stroke her fingernails ever so lightly along his super sensitive skin. "Amy, please...please...don't do this to me. I...can't...take...anymore." Ron pleaded, beads of sweat no rolling down his forehead and across his face.

Hearing her boyfriend beg as a result of being manipulated into rubbing his huge cock against her own mother, was causing Amy's own sexual arousal to simmer hotter and hotter. She wanted to continue to torment Ron, but knew she'd have to be careful to keep him right on the edge of an orgasm for a little longer.

"Okay, okay, I won't do anything else to you, just let me wipe you off some before you drip all over my mommy." Amy cooed in her little girl voice, even as she firmly traced her index finger up the underside of Ron's cock, collecting a steady runner of pre-cum as she neared his pulsing head. In response, even more of the slippery fluid streamed forth. "My goodness Ron, you seem to be making more goo than I can catch with my finger, let me just do this one other thing real quick." And with that, Amy once again leaned her face down and swabbed Ron's pulsing prick head with her velvety tongue. Soon she allowed her lips to join in, but only on the top half of Ron's throbbing mushroom head. She licked and sucked the warm liquid from his prick, almost as quickly as it streamed out.

Ron only partially stifled a moan of equal part pleasure and torture. "Amy! Please, I really, really can't take much more!" he pleaded.

Pam, still peering unnoticed was thinking the same thing. Already she could feel Ron's sticky juice drying on her chin and neck, and as her own daughter was coaxing still more from him only inches from her own lips, she could feel the near steady drop of liquid from Ron's penis, mixing with the dampness already coating her chest and cleavage. 

Amy ceased her oral assault, knowing she was pushing Ron to his limit, and decided to torment just a little more, as she went about extracting him from this sexy predicament. "Sorry about that, I just can't help myself sometimes." She explained as she withdrew her lips. "Let me help you get loose, now I will undo Mom's bra, but you will have to help, okay?"

Ron was past worrying about Amy's deviant orchestration of events, and simply needed to free himself before a massive orgasm erupted all over her mother's chest and face. "Sure, I'll do whatever, just get me out, please."

"Alright, first, you need to push Mom's bra together some so I can unhook the clasp between the cups." 

Eager to free himself, Ron did as Amy instructed, and gently brought his hands to the side of each lacy green bra cup. His cock twitched as his fingers made contact with Pam's tanned skin around the material of the bra. Amy's fingers were now unsuccessfully working to unhook the clasp.

"Just a little be more slack, and I should be able to get it undone." Amy encouraged Ron to squeeze her mother's already bra-enhanced cleavage even more closely together. The two teenagers each watched intently as more and more of Pam's soft and sexy breasts enveloped Ron's cock. 

Pam, for what seemed to be the 100th time, was telling herself she should do something to stop this, to stop this perversion from continuing. But as her body responded to the feel of Ron's hands, and more importantly his cock, she remained motionless, even as the inferno developing between her legs intensified. She had allowed things to progress this far, she rationalized, hopefully just a few more minutes and Ron would be able to slid his throbbing cock free from her tingling confines. 

Ron gazed on in disbelief as his hands cupped his girlfriend's mother's boobs, pressing them together until only the blood engorged head of his cock escaped the tight cleavage snugly squeezing his saliva coated shaft. 

Amy still pretending to be having difficulty in getting the clasp undone, instructed Ron to move back some to give her more room to maneuver the tiny hook. Ron kept Pam's breasts tightly pressed against his cock as he slowly scooted back, dragging his tortured prick along Pam's perfect body. At the point his cock head disappeared between the valley of her boobs, Ron had to stop his movement, feeling the orgasm that had been building for hours, now on the verge of exploding all over Pam's chest and face, waiting for the slightest stimulation to propel the explosion he so desperately needed, yet dreaded at the same time.

Amy, while taking immense pleasure in the agony she was subjecting Ron to, did not want him to cum all over her own mother. She knew her actions so far had really been pushing her limits, but going the next step was just too wrong, even for her newly acquired perverted boundaries. Reading Ron's body for the signs of his impending orgasm, she immediately "managed" to unclasp the bra. 

Ron's cock sprang free, and after realizing Amy's success, his brain, somewhat reluctantly, instructed his hands to release Pam's luscious boobs. Her bra pulled apart slightly as Amy released the clasp. The sight presented to Ron, as the lacy green cups managed to conceal only a portion of each rosy pink nipples, was one of the sexiest visions he had ever encountered. He forced himself to avert his eyes, as he remained motionless, willing his orgasm away. With every second that passed, he felt both relief and regret that his tormented balls would not be provided the release so badly needed.

"Oh my god Amy!" he whispered, "I almost couldn't hold back just then, you are really pushing me too far. Please, let's go to the hot tub and finish this, alone, okay?"

"Sure, but first help me get mom's nightgown on her." Amy wanted to keep up the teasing, but at that moment, she heard the shower cut off. "Uh oh, Beth will be out soon, maybe you should get your trunks on and I will finish with Mom."

Ron, his erection still bobbing obscenely before his slender, yet athletic body, searched frantically for his only pair of trunks. "Oh no, I left my suit in the bathroom earlier when I changed clothes, you have to go get if for me."

Amy's mind began to quickly process this latest bit of fortuitous information for the benefit of her own kinky pleasure. "We don't have time, Beth might step out at any second, you should go on out to the Jacuzzi and I will bring your suit out in a few minutes."

Ron started to protest, but as if on cue, he heard Beth shuffling behind the closed bathroom door, and decided to, once again, do as Amy instructed. He peered cautiously outside the sliding patio doors, and after determining he was alone, slipped out and ran to the relative cover of the steaming water.

Amy managed to slip the gown over her mother's body, slide her skirt off and get her under the covers before Beth emerged from the bathroom. She was even half way undressed herself, her back to the bathroom, when she heard Beth's voice. "I thought you were going to Jacuzzi before bed?" 

"Oh, we are. I had Ron help me get mom up on the bed, then I sent him on out while I finished getting her undressed." She said, amazed at how telling the truth could be so misleading. 

Beth, still clad only in a towel herself, only half way heard Amy's explanation, as her eyes took in the sheer sexiness of her friend's daughter as she tugged her tiny bikini bottoms up and over her curvy ass. She quickly slipped on the top, grabbed a couple of wine coolers from the fridge, and excused herself to join Ron.

No sooner had the door slid shut, and Pam bolted upright in the bed. "My god Beth, you were right. Holy shit, you were even more right than you think you were. Amy practically forced Ron to stick his dick in my mouth. It was the most incredible, perverted, sexy, demented, and oooh, I can't even describe it, it was, well, it made me so horny I can't stand it." Pam rambled, verbally venting the frustration he body had been subjected to for the past 20 minutes.

Beth, still incredibly aroused herself from the nights events, took note of the way Pam's nipples tented her modest cotton gown. "Yeah, you've got yourself quite a little vixen on your hands. That girl has bigger balls than I did at her age, there's no doubt. There's no telling what is going on out there in the hot tub."

Pam's body tensed as she imagined the state of arousal Ron was in after helping Amy get her undressed. This was not good, she had to make sure Amy and Ron didn't do the deed out there. If she could just get through the night, Amy's virginity would have survived her own twisted temptations and perhaps the separation from Ron would give her time to reassess her behavior.

At any rate, she couldn't leave them out in that hot tub, alone under a Carribbean moon, drunk, and with Ron's oversized cock likely emerging from the bubbles like a glistening lolli pop, presenting a near irresistible temptation to Amy to kiss, lick and suck on, and perhaps more... Pam's mind drifted away as she visualized the way Ron's cock would look playing peek-a-boo in the gurgling water. 

"Are you okay?" Beth asked, noticing Pam's glazed over expression.

"Oh, yeah," Pam snapped back to reality. "It is just that I have to get them back in here. Ron is out there naked, and if he is half as turned on from the little stunt Amy just pulled as I am, then he may be ready for more than a blow job." Pam paused briefly, thinking, then said, "I need you to go out and make sure they aren't alone."

"Um, okay, sure, but I think I should wear more than this towel, I mean all this talk of Ron being naked with a boner might be too much of a temptation for me." Beth quipped, then turned to go back into the bathroom only to very nearly knocked over by the still very tipsy Pam.

"Turn out that light," she instructed over her shoulder, "We'll spy on them from the bathroom window to make sure nothing happens."

Beth quickly did as she was told, then joined Pam in the dark bathroom and peered over her friend's shoulder, at the two teenagers in the hot tub. The bright moon and pool security lights cast a yellowish glow over them. Adequate to tell that technically, only Ron was in the water, partially, as he leaned halfway over the edge, his face buried between Pam's daughter's legs. "Well, at least he's not fucking her. Oh my god! Look at the way she is squirming around, he must be pretty good with that tongue." Beth remarked to her motionless friend.

"Well, you are right, I suppose, I mean how could they not seek some relief after what just happened on the bed." They watched on in silence, as Amy writhed around on her beach towel, pulling aside her bikini bottoms with one hand and grasping at Ron's head with the other. "God how I would love to be Amy right now, feeling a hot pair of lips sucking and licking me down there." Pam, embarrassed, turned quickly to look at Beth, "Oh my, did I just say that out loud, all that rum and teasing has me saying and doing things I've never done before. It's all your fault!" she concluded, only half joking about Beth's degree of blame for her state of frustration.

"Hey, you can blame me if you want, but it is not my fault. And don't feel all alone on this one, I'm all hot and bothered too"

"Well, I do seem to recall you saying something about how teasing Ron would be a good way of responding to my lustful thoughts, and well, you see how today has turned out, with me ten times more frustrated than I was before you convinced me to pretend to pass out as a test for my daughter." 

"You seem to recall only the first part of my advice, surely you didn't forget my suggestion to play with yourself when remembering all the sexy things that you did that day, think about how things could have gone differently, provide your own relief, at least until you find somebody to help you out." Beth spoke soothingly to Pam as she rested her soft hands on her friend's shoulders.

"yes, I remember, but there hasn't exactly been much opportunity for me to let my fingers do the walking, so instead I am here, pathetically watching my own daughter have a better sex life than me, and even more pathetically, getting more turned on by the second, imagining Ron, his young athletic body, tight buns and eager tongue, but mostly, his beautiful cock." Pam declared, no longer caring about hiding her thoughts from Beth. 

They continued to stare at the hot tub action, neither speaking nor moving from their positions by the window. Ron had slowed his attack on Amy's crotch, and was now teasingly kissing his way up her torso.

"Oh my, would you look at him," Pam whispered. " What a tease. I am so turned on, I can almost imagine his lips on my skin."




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 09



And with that comment, Beth decided to go for it. She'd been thinking about sex with other women quite a bit lately, especially on this trip, and especially with Pam and Amy. God it is just so hard to be this horny around such sexy women, and then her mind flashed to Ron, and the degree of torment his hormone ridden body and lust filled brain must be experiencing, and she smiled ever so briefly to herself. Then she dropped her lips gently to her best friend's shoulder. She was on her third tender peck of a kiss when Pam spoke up.

"Ah, mmm, Beth, what do you, ah, think you are doing?" She asked, leaning her head and upper body slightly away from the soft lips brushing against her tingling skin, her voice equal parts arousal and rebuttal.

"I decided...," Beth began in a throaty whisper, lifting her lips just long enough to let the words slither over the goose bumps spreading across Pam's neck "...to be that person...," continuing to advance up Pam's neck, Beth let her tongue lightly trace her progress, "...that helps you out here." Pam quit retreating, but didn't yet greet Beth's advances the way part of her wanted to. "I mean we are..." Lick, "...best..." Kiss "...friends...", Beth let the sss sound linger over Pam's earlobe before beginning to nibble ever so slowly. Beth continued her verbal seduction, pausing between every two or three words to allow her lips and tongue to resume the physical assault. "We've seen... each other...naked... 100s of...times, and..., well, you...really seem to...need...some...relief," she went on, her hands beginning to roam up and down Pam's firm arms. "or else...I'm afraid you...might do...something... with young...Ron... out there that...you'd end...up...regretting." Beth finished, now breathing rapidly herself.

"But...it...seems... so..., so...perverted." Pam managed to feebly respond between her own labored breathing.

"Just watch Ron...don't think about me, just think about how Ron's hands, Ron's lips, and Ron's tongue would feel on your skin. Ron...Just watch Ron." Beth whispered, allowing her hands to roam over more of Pam's body as she felt her friend succumb to her. Spurred on by her own smoldering pussy, Beth immediately began to trace her fingers closer and closer to Pam's panties. 

Pam surprised herself at how quickly she surrendered to Beth. A night of dancing and drinking, compounded with the unbelievable teasing she'd been subjected to on the bed, seemed to have already broken down most of her usual barriers to even considering allowing such a thing to happen. She did as she was instructed, and turned just in time to see Ron and Amy switch places.

Ron's cock came into clear view as he scooted up to the edge of the tub, his lower legs dangling in the water. "Ooohh, look at that boy's prick. Your daughter sure can pick 'em." Beth whispered, as her fingers began to brush gently across Pam's panty-covered clit.

Pam's grip on the window ledge tightened as Beth expertly stroked her soaking wet panties. Pam kept watching her daughter, seductively kissing and licking all over Ron's tormented penis as she enjoyed the persistence with which Beth was stroking her swollen clit through the satiny fabric of her panties. As Beth slid her hand up, then over the edge of her panties, Pam squeezed her eyes shut, in anticipation of the first human touch, other than her own, to pleasure her in almost three years. 

As her fingers inched closer to its target, Beth began to lick and kiss down across Pam's shoulder, sliding around until her lips could reach the erect nipple pressing against the thin nightie Pam was wearing. She kissed tenderly on Pam's right breast, dampening the gown with her kisses. Her finger now pressed firmly across Pam's clit, firmly stroked it side to side, then slipped lower, eventually sliding most of one finger into her writhing friend. 

Pam's eyes sprang open in response to Beth's assault, and she immediately began to twist and try to escape from Beth's right hand. "Stop, you have to go out there, mmmm, please, ah, you have to... I can't I am supposed to be passed out." 

Beth redirected her gaze away from Pam and looked at the hot tub. She saw at once the source of Pam's concern. Amy had just turned away from Ron's saliva coated, steel hard prick, and was posing seductively in the pool, leaning against the opposite edge of the tub, offering her tight round ass to her well-hung boyfriend.

Pam spun free, regretting the need to end their fun, but knowing she needed to stop her daughter from going too far. She grabbed a gown from Beth's night case, tugged Beth's towel free and thrust the gown into her hands as she shoved her from the bathroom. "Go out there now! Right Now!" 

Beth sensed Pam's urgency and slid the gown over her head as she hurried toward the patio door. She flipped on the porch light and started walking toward the hot tub area. A few steps later she realized the night gown Pam had grabbed for her was a very thin, yet not quite sheer black, scooped neck gown. It came down to about mid-thigh, which wasn't too immodest, but at this moment, without panties on, Beth felt gloriously sinful. 

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Ron knew it had been too good to come true. He could tell by the way she looked at him, and the way her voice was pleading to him, that when Amy stopped sucking him off and said she wanted him to make love to her, he knew the time was right. He slid over, pulled aside her bikini bottoms, and pressed his cock between her legs and up against her burning pussy, Amy moaned for him to Do It, and he started to position himself...and then, BAM, just like that, Beth flips on the light and spoils it all. 

Amy and Ron quickly sat back down, side by side in the bubbling water. Amy watched as Beth approached, the night breeze practically molding the thin gown against her sexy body. Ron had noticed too, and didn't even protest when Amy's hand slid beneath the roaring water, to grasp his thick shaft.

"Hey, you two better come on to bed, we've got to get up early to get you to your dad." 

"Just a few more minutes, why don't you join us?" Amy said in a completely normal, if slightly tipsy tone. She hadn't really planned to say that, it just sort of came out. Would she really even consider sharing Ron with another woman? Beth? It was certainly a recurring theme in her thoughts and fantasies, this very woman who Amy had on more than one occasion fantasized about a lesbian encounter, joining them in pleasure. She clenched her jaw tight and squeezed Ron's cock tighter as she awaited Beth's reply.

As much as she wanted to slip into the water and seduce the young lovers, she knew Pam was still watching. "Well, I don't think I am quite dressed for the water, but I might soak my feet for a few minutes." Beth said, kneeling to bend over and test the water temperature with her hand, knowingly giving both teens a sexy shot of her cleavage. 

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Pam had continued to peer from the darkened bathroom, relieved when Beth's arrival halted her daughter's obvious intention to let Ron slide that big fat cock into her. She continued to watch as Beth bent over to dip her hand in the water. Pam's eyes were drawn instinctively to the way her friend's ass was peeking from beneath her night gown. 

"Jesus Christ" Pam said to herself. 

"Am I so horny that I am seriously checking out my best friend's ass?" she continued her monologue, knowing she was talking to herself, but not caring. In her still rather drunken condition, Pam convinced herself that saying aloud her growing perversions might give her enough resolve to do the right thing, and in the future, avoid such demented behavior as had occurred earlier that night. 

"How did I get here? Lusting for my own daughter's teenage boyfriend, conspiring so that she would deliberately tempt him while I was, at least to them, dead to the world, and now, to have not only allowed Beth to caress me, but to find myself lusting for her as well... God woman...you really need to get a grip." Pam chastised herself. 

Of course, she knew the right thing to do. It was just that...well, to be honest, she hadn't had sex, or many sexual urges since the divorce. And when she did, an extra long bubble bath, and her wondering fingers had seemed to satisfy her yearnings. But now, having been repeatedly tempted with the most beautiful penis she'd ever seen, her body seemed to be making up for the past three years, her lust and sexual frustration often consuming her every thought. 

Again, she knew she could never act on such feelings, but Beth was pushing her to be a tease to Ron. She did have to admit that the rush from being lusted for, and leered at, by Ron was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her body was on fire, inflamed by the forbidden nature of her perversions. She really wanted to play along and tease Ron, especially because he was so damned innocent acting. If he was half as naïve as he came across, it could certainly be fun watching him try to hide such a massive erection. She kept telling herself that as long as she didn't let things go to far, it wouldn't really be harmful to anyone.

Now, as for Beth, that had been completely unanticipated. But even more surprising to Pam had been her near immediate and complete surrender to her friend's roaming hands and lips. She had heard before of bisexual women, but had never even thought she might be one...but standing her with her pussy still smoldering form the gentle touch of her beautiful friend, Pam was forced to admit that she had enjoyed it and had wanted it almost from the instant Beth's warm breath had washed across her neck.

"Hi, My name is Pam, and I am a sexual freak." Pam said in her best AA meeting pledge. Shaking her head slightly in disbelief at the twisted humor with which she greeted her demented self-revelations, she left the self-analysis behind and once again refocused her attention to the activity in the hot tub.

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Beth, obviously aware of her demented yearnings, had evidently given in to her own sexually aroused demons at the bathroom window. 

Before swinging her legs into the water, Beth leaned back and over to reach the controls. He thighs lifting inch by inch, threatening to expose her firm ass and pussy to her attentive audience. She pressed a button and the bubbles ceased. Ron began to panic as the source of his privacy began to fizzle away. Amy, on the other hand, didn't miss a beat, now squeezing his cock even more firmly as she deliberately stroked his cock from base to tip.

"Sorry about that," Beth said, still leaning toward the controls, she hit another button and bubbles resumed, but these bubbles were different, there seemed to be various sized jets of water firing upward from the floor and seats. They seemed to be everywhere, and Ron noticed, immediately, as did Amy, one particularly strong stream of water shooting up almost directly against his cock.

Beth sat back up and scooted over until her calves were dangling in the water, directly across from Ron and Amy. I love this setting, it gives a great foot massage, you just have to find which flow feels the best." And with that she began to coyly slide her feet left and right, searching for the right force of water. Nothing too blatant, but just enough to make them want to look, Beth kept telling herself. Short to begin with, her gown was now up to just a few inches from her pussy. The misting water began to settle on her gown, the ocean breeze quickly molding the damp material to her flat stomach and shapely breasts. She knew without looking that her nipples were doing their best to burst through their confines. 

Amy, staring at Beth as intently as was Ron, slid further into the water in an attempt to conceal the movement of her right arm, and began to move his cock from side to side as she stroked him, dragging him back and forth across the pulsing channel of water. Every third or fourth time, she held him steady, allowing the water to rhythmically pound against the length of his dick. 

"It's a good thing I only set this for a few minutes, cause it's almost more than I can take after a while." Beth said, as normally as possible. Knowing that Ron was naked only a few feet from her, was oh so tempting to Beth, so simple to jump in and have him, and Amy too, but she had to think of Pam, and besides, she had already thought of a few scenarios she wanted to put Ron in before she'd quit fucking with his head and resumed fucking his body. 

Amy's stroking of his cock and the pounding water were quickly taking Ron, yet again, to the brink of orgasm. And now the woman to whom he had lost his virginity that very morning was sitting not three feet from him, her thin gown molding to her taut, yet curvy body as she nonchalantly splayed her legs back and forth in the steamy water. The culmination of the entire day of seemingly endless teasing was pushing Ron ever so close to cumming.

Amy and Ron were each attempting to steal discreet glances beneath Beth's black gown, but the limited lighting kept them guessing as to what they could actually see, and what their lust filled minds wanted to see. Amy had positioned herself so that a steady jet of water was now firing directly against her engorged clit. The steady pressure, even through her bikini bottom, was quickly bringing her to the verge of yet another orgasm. As her body tensed with her impending release, she stopped stroking Ron, and simply clutched his granite shaft, keeping it in the path of the unrelenting, pulsing jet of water.

Amy's grip on Ron intensified as she attempted to conceal her pleasure from Beth, even as she discussed with Ron their activities for the coming days. Ron was trying to keep up with Beth's conversation, but his own orgasm was quickly approaching. As Amy's body began to quiver beneath the bubbling water, she unintentionally removed his cock from the stream of water promising to bring him some much needed relief from the yearnings brought about by the tortuous teasing he had been subjected to throughout the day.

Beth, although making idle chatter with Ron, had been discreetly observing the facial expressions of her two young friends. There was little doubt as to the pleasure Amy was experiencing, nor the look of frustration overtaking Ron's features as Amy inadvertently denied him his much needed orgasm. The thought of Ron going to bed, with a raging hard-on, having been denied any relief from the evening's teasing seemed, to Beth, to be the perfect beginning of their coming days together while Amy was away with her dad. A slight grin passed over Beth's lips as she leaned back to turn off the jets.

"Come on you two, it's time to go in and get some sleep. Amy, you have to meet your dad pretty early in the morning."

Her brain now functioning more clearly due to the relief brought on by her much needed orgasm, Amy realized that their cover would clear rather quickly without the bubbling water. She hurriedly climbed from the hot tub and got Ron a towel. He managed to emerge unnoticed as Beth turned to dry her feet and legs. He wrapped the towel around his waist, clumsily attempting to hide his mammoth erection by trapping it pointing straight up toward his belly button, even as he stared hungrily at Beth's ass peeking from beneath her gown.

Beth was the first to enter their room, and noticed Pam tucked snugly beneath the covers, then locked eyes with her briefly before she once again feigned sleep. She quickly decided to give Amy and Ron another opportunity to fondle each other, while hopefully providing Pam another voyeuristic thrill. As much as Beth wanted to play with them, she kept telling herself that if she really intended to orchestrate the fantasy she had been devising in her mind for the past two days, she couldn't let herself go too far to soon with Ron, and certainly not Amy. But to continue to stoke Pam's smoldering obsession with Ron's cock whenever possible over the next two days, that was her goal. If she succeeded with that, then Ron would eventually be rewarded for what she hoped to be two days of near constant teasing and tempting. Beth's plan was to gently prod Pam forward and all the while play off Ron's youth and naivety to keep him perpetually horny and completely uncertain as to her abilities to manipulate him. So, with her ultimate goal in mind, Beth planned on heading to the bathroom before Ron could. 

Just as Beth started to excuse her self, Amy interrupted her, saying "Um...hey Beth, would you mind helping Ron get the roll-away and sofa bed set up while I take a quick shower?" 

Amy was already heading to the bathroom and even before Beth could respond, she detected the slightest knowing smile from Amy as she approached, and Beth said, "No problem at all, you get your shower, and we'll handle things out here." 

Ron was too concerned with his still throbbing cock to notice the unintended entendre to Beth's response to Amy. He did realize, even through his rather drunken haze, that he was now alone in the room with Beth. Well not alone exactly, since Pam was passed out in her bed. His next realization was that he would not be able to change from the towel with Beth in the room, and since she thought he had on his swimsuit beneath it, she wouldn't think it unusual for him to keep the towel wrapped around him as they pulled out the beds.

Beth was continually amazed at the length to which Amy was willing to go in her cock-teasing, bordering on cock-torturing, of Ron. She had intentionally left her boyfriend, his impressive dick clearly outlined beneath the damp towel, trapping it snugly against his flat stomach, the head almost to his belly button, alone with a self confessed cock tease, in a damp, clingy night gown. Beth knew she'd have to be careful and not let things get out of hand. It could ruin her hope of ultimately orchestrating her recurring fantasy if Pam observed her, and more importantly Ron, being overtly sexual. 

Even though Beth hoped she had successfully fucked with Ron's mind enough to keep him in line, she still wasn't' completely convinced he would be able to restrain himself, given their beach encounter earlier in the day. She was struggling to settle on the best thing to say, when she glanced at Pam, still pretending to be asleep, and the answer to her dilemma. 

Beth heard Amy turn on the shower as she bent to pull out the sofa bed next to the night stand. It opened quickly and as Beth rounded the end of the bed, she pretended to trip, fell over on Pam, and was rewarded with a brief shriek from the surprise of the collision. 

Obviously awake, Pam had no choice but to acknowledge Beth...and Ron. Beth felt much more capable of keeping Ron in his place with Pam "awake". She was confident Ron, even given what he knew about Pam's lust for him, would not initiate anything with his girlfriend's mother in the room.

Still sprawled casually against her friend, her gown now bunched up to just below the taut curve of her left ass cheek, Beth's tanned legs drew Ron's gaze. "Hey, me and Ronnie boy here are going to get the beds set up. You feeling okay?" Beth engaged Pam. 

Pam was still genuinely drunk and slippery thigh horny, and, she was keenly aware of the obscene bulge beneath Ron's towel as he unsuccessfully tried to conceal his admiration of Beth's legs and ass. "I feel pretty tired, and a little dizzy from all our fun earlier," Pam answered truthfully. 

Beth pressed her hand against Pam's forehead, and glanced over her shoulder, saying to Ron, "Hon, please get me a damp paper towel for Pam's head, would ya?" She knew Ron noticed her glancing at his erect cock straining against his towel, and that was okay. What she didn't want him to do was see her blatantly ogling him. She had to maintain the scenario that Pam would disapprove of such behavior, and that any subtle flirtatiousness that occurred would appear as playful banter, innocent teasing, that sort of thing. And to Pam, she had to play off the fact that Ron is so naïve and reserved that he'd never sexually acknowledge a situation if there was even the tiniest chance his lust filled mind could be mis-reading Pam's intentions. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 10



Author's Note: I had much of this story written years ago, but decided this week to actually edit it and submit. I have probably another 20 pages or so almost ready. Hopefully it will be only a few weeks, not years, before I submit Ch. 11. – Jack

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Beth had been the first one to get up, only mildly disappointed to see Ron was positioned on his side; effectively hiding what she was almost certain would have been another of his towering morning hard-ons. After a quick shower, she had found Amy in the kitchen, looking rather hung over herself, sipping on a big cup of freshly made coffee. 

"Feeling a little rough this morning?" she whispered. 

"Oh my god, so this is what a real hang over feels like?" Amy responded with her own rhetorical question. "I don't really want to feel like this on my first day with my dad."

"Look, I know you took a shower last night, but a steamy hot shower, some aspirin and that cup of coffee might get you going in a better frame of mind. You go next and I'll wake up your mom to get her moving as well, okay?"

Amy agreed and when Beth heard the shower water start, she went to awaken her friend. As Pam stirred beneath Beth's gentle nudging, Ron turned over to his back, much to Beth's delight. As she had predicted, his lovely cock was jutting up, creating an unmistakable tent in his sheet. Knowing he was nude beneath the sheet caused a slight tingle to course through her yearning pussy. His breathing continued in a slow, rhythmic manner, confirming the deep, alcohol induced slumber in which his body sought refuge to recuperate from the excesses of the previous night.

"Good morning," Beth breathed softly into Pam's ear as she sat next to her on the bed. "I have a nice wake-up surprise for you this morning." 

It took Pam a few seconds to gather her bearings, and then follow Beth's gaze to Ron's prone body, and his misshapen sheet. "Jeez, Beth, don't you ever quit?" Pam protested with her mouth, but her eyes never broke from the sleeping teen and the modestly hidden, ridiculously large cock to which more and more of her increasingly demented thoughts focused. 

"Let's take a quick peek, while Amy's in the shower." Beth said, as she leaned across her friend's prone body and reached for the sheet. "Last night's little flash was way too quick for my taste."

"Beth! You can't be serious, I mean, what if he wakes up? You really shouldn't...." Pam carried on her hushed protests, even as Beth carefully pulled the sheet up and began to move it away from Ron's body. 'Ah,... Beth, .....I don't think.....ah, you should.... be doing this." Pam continued, although her halting words lacked any real conviction, and her eyes remained ready to take in the vision Beth was about to provide.

Beth dropped the sheet just below Ron's nearly hairless balls, across his muscular thighs. His cock was now in the open, subject to their lustful stares and further fueling their growing fascination with his oversized and seemingly ever present erection. 

"God, look at how big, and perfect it is." Beth whispered, leaning further across Pam to get a closer look. Beth's actions, while admittedly flaming her own smoldering desires, were undertaken with the purpose of furthering Pam's willingness to go along with the 'inadvertent' and 'unintended' teasing scenarios Beth had scripted in her mind, and hoped to orchestrate while Amy was away with her dad. 

"That was really sliding between your tits last night?" Beth asked, glancing down at the curve of Pam's right breast, escaping from her night gown as she rested on her elbow, visually examining Ron's penis. "God, I can't even imagine how sexy that must have looked." Beth continued, now allowing her finger to lightly trace a path down Pam's shoulder and into her cleavage, causing Pam's breath to catch as she comprehended what her friend was doing.

"Beth, what are you doing?" Pam asked, but didn't make her stop. Pam guiltily recalled the way Beth's lips and hands had felt the night before, and while part of her knew she should stop her, her wanton, depraved, and ever-growing libido prevented her from taking any action. 

Beth traced her hand along Pam's exposed flesh, then over her gown, across her now erect nipple and down her slender waist, pushing the sheet aside as her hand descended. "Wouldn't you like to slide that big cock inside you?" Beth breathed into Pam's ear, her hands moving steadily closer to her pussy. 

Pam never broke her gaze from the object of her lust, but did manage to convince her hand to intercept Beth's before it slipped between her legs. As good as it felt, she kept telling herself that the night before had been a drunken reaction to an unbelievable situation, and that she couldn't allow it to be repeated now, especially with her daughter just behind the bathroom door. 

Beth allowed her hand to be diverted, and then redirected Pam's hand, along with her own, slowly reaching it out toward Ron's still throbbing cock. After allowing her lips to lightly graze Pam's ear, Beth whispered, "Let's just touch it, just once, for a second," she continued to breath damply into Pam's ear and neck as she continued, "we'll do it together, so we won't be alone if we feel guilty later.......come on, just a quick little feel."

Pam couldn't believe it, but she was allowing Beth to move her hand ever so slowly toward Ron's dick. Her pussy was on fire already, as much from Beth's damp breath and talented fingers as from the sight of Ron's cock towering above his lean, yet defined body.

At that instant, the shower water cut off with a noticeable clanking of the pipes. Pam jerked her hand free from Beth, and they both seemed to break from the near trance like mood surrounding their actions. 

Beth got up and gently repositioned the sheet over Ron, gave Pam a knowing wink and said, "Come on, let's join Amy in the bathroom and get you in the shower."

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Ron awoke slowly, the foggy haze of his hangover clouding his ability to realize the soft lips on his cock were real, rather than those of Pam and Beth, who had been expertly licking and sucking him in one of the myriad of dreams that had overtaken him during the night.

Ron looked down to see Amy urgently sucking his morning erection. She was wrapped in her bath towel, her firm breasts threatening to spill over the edge of the fluffy cotton material. Likewise, her hair was wrapped in a matching white towel, indicating she had already taken her shower. 

Realizing Ron was now awake, Amy halted her assault on his cock and whispered, "Mom and Beth are in the bathroom, and I just couldn't leave the island with you in this condition." She squeezed his throbbing erection as if it was necessary to clarify the 'condition' to which she referred. "Be quiet and I'll try and finish before the shower cuts off." 

Without a word ever being uttered by Ron, she deliberately engulfed the large pulsing head of his beautifully proportioned penis, taking as much as she could before letting it slip away again, so that only the head was once again subject to her swirling tongue and sucking lips. She knew it was risky, but since her plan to cement their relationship in the hot tub the previous night had failed, she just couldn't leave Ron behind on the island with no release from the tortuous teasing she had been subjecting him to, often with the unknowing assistance of her own mother. 

Ron was nervous about the bathroom door swinging open to expose them to either Beth, or more importantly Pam. After her reaction to his accidental nudity the night before, he didn't want her to walk in on her daughter, once again, giving him a blowjob. But he knew Amy was not going to be deterred from her task, and rather than fight the immensely pleasurable sensation she was providing him, and the orgasm he so desperately needed and deserved, he decided to close his eyes and let his mind work in concert with Amy to cum as quickly as possible. Of course, as had been the norm of late, he immediately envisioned Pam, first in her workout attire back in Nashville, then her night gown, her bikini, and the way she had looked in the nude, as he spied her from the bathroom closet. The images in his mind's eye shifted rapidly until he settled on the vision of her from the night before, with his cock trapped snuggly beneath her lacy green bra. 

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Beth had made sure to leave the door open, barely even a crack, but enough to spy the bed where Ron lay sleeping. Amy hadn't disappointed her, having immediately descended upon Ron's sleeping body, and still erect cock. She watched their reflections in the open closet mirror, as the two young lovers exchanged whispered yearnings, and when Ron closed his eyes, obviously surrendering to Amy, Beth knew she wanted to include Pam in on this voyeuristic fun. 

"Pam!" Beth whispered, while slowly pulling the shower curtain aside. "Here, take this towel, but don't turn off the water........there is something you need to see."

Pam stood totally nude before her friend, noticing the way Beth's eyes dipped to take in her nakedness. Even though they had seen each other in the buff in the gym locker room hundreds of times over the recent years, the sexual advances Beth had made recently put Pam's body on high alert, and she felt a jolt of sexual energy surge through her from Beth's prolonged glance at her glistening skin. Pam felt immediately sexy and proud of her toned body, even as Beth's lingering stare led her to wrap the towel across her breasts, and ever-hardening nipples. 

"What's going on?" Pam asked as she stepped onto the soft rug, the shower water still beating against the tub.

"Shh, just be quiet, and come over to the door, you'll see." 

Pam had a pretty good idea what she'd view through the slightly opened bathroom door, and she quickly let Beth guide her into position. As expected, her nympho of a daughter was hungrily lapping at Ron's now saliva coated penis. 

"Looks pretty tasty, huh?" Beth whispered in Pam's still damp ear. 

Pam didn't respond to her friend's leading question, instead focusing intently on the way Amy's petite hand grasped Ron's steel hard shaft, stroking it in conjunction with her bobbing lips and tongue. Even when Pam felt Beth's hands resume the gentle caress begun earlier in the bed, she remained motionless, transfixed on the sexy sight of her daughter and the teenage object of her own growing obsession. Only when Beth's hand dipped beneath the bottom edge of her towel and began to trace back up her thigh did she recognize the way in which the cool, dampness of her drip-drying body created an exhilarating contrast to the smoldering sensations emanating from her core, now quickly overtaking her with the assistance of Beth's soft touch.

()()()

Ron wanted to cum in the worst way, he had never needed an orgasm so badly, but......knowing that Pam could come out and catch them at any moment, and remembering her threat to tell his parents of his perversions, he just couldn't seem to free his mind of the fear and guilt cluttering his brain and effectively postponing his release. The sexy images of Pam kept giving way to one of her on the phone to his mother, coordinating a flight home to face his angry father, whose Southern Baptist beliefs would mean there would be a severe price to pay, not only for the sin of lust and engaging in premarital petting, but for the even more serious crime of embarrassing him and his position as Deacon of the church. Amy was giving him her best, not the teasing on and off again like so many times before, and yet, he just couldn't let go. 

His cock remained rock hard, even images of his self-righteous father couldn't interfere with his always present erection. He kept trying to push the negative consequences to the side, and after settling on the memories of Beth tormenting him at the beach, he finally began to feel the all too infrequent rumblings of a long awaited orgasm.

()()()

"God, they are really a sexy sight, don't you think?" Beth continued her verbal assault. "I'd love to see her make him cum, .........but....on second thought...." She paused, her right hand now tracing over Pam's silky yet sparse pubic hair. 

Pam's body quivered in anticipation of her friend's touch, even as she watched her own daughter continue her unrelenting assault on Ron's manhood. Mentally noting his uncanny staying power, Pam finally responded with a barely audible whisper, "What....ah, God Beth," gasped Pam, her response interrupted when Beth's index and middle finger found her swollen clitoris and gave it a gentle squeeze. Squirming voluntarily beneath Beth's talented touch, she finished her thought "What are you talking about?" 

"It would be fun to watch them finish, but.......it would be more fun to stop them before they finish......Just think, knowing Ron was still unable to get any relief from last night, and then to have Amy take him right to the edge again this morning, can you imagine the hair trigger erections he'll be trying to hide from us......ooh, it makes me hot just talking about it." Beth ranted in a ragged, near breathless whisper, even as her fingers moved more rapidly over Pam's now obviously damp and incredibly hot labia and clit.

"Step back from the door." Beth directed, even as she extracted her fingers from a noticeably disappointed Pam. She quickly turned off the shower and almost at once yelled out to Amy. "Amy, your mom's through in the shower, if you want to wake Ron up for his."

Beth then made a racket as she fumbled with the door, before eventually opening it to find Amy moving rapidly toward the kitchen as Ron rolled over to conceal his erection. "You're up Ronnie boy." Beth chimed, smiling knowingly to herself at her double entendre.

()()()

The cold shower had helped, a little, but Beth's insistence that he rush to be ready for their cab kept Ron from self-administering the relief he really needed. He actually rode in the front with the driver, knowing his still half hard cock could not withstand another jam packed back seat ride like the one from the night before. Besides, just as Amy had the previous evening, Beth handed him a pair of Bermuda shorts to wear, and he was forced to go without any underwear once again. He certainly wouldn't be able to conceal an erection in the loose fitting, light weight shorts. 

As the four travel companions made their way along the dock toward the ship, Ron admired the three women that had been the source of his near constant erection since leaving Nashville only a few short nights ago. Amy was dressed in fairly modest shorts and a matching tank top. Nothing too sexy for her dad, but like her mom, her ass in most anything was worth a second look. 

Pam, on the other hand, appeared intent on showing Dave that no matter how young and sexy his new woman might be, she was not going to compare to what he left behind. The tight shorts and even tighter cotton top left little doubt as to the condition of Pam's toned and sexy 35 year old body. 

Beth, as usual, was a walking advertisement for how to ooze sexuality. Her skirt was tight across her hips, but flared nicely outward, that is until stopping abruptly about 5 inches above her knees. Her crop top was not so thin as to blatantly expose her braless tits, but not quite substantial enough to keep a hint of nipple from providing a rewarding sight to an attentive passer by. The daring V-neckline was tied across the top of her cleavage with a thin ribbon, the loose ends of the knot trailing into the tanned crevice of her swelling breasts. If the knot were to come undone, Beth's bronzed bosom currently swelling to escape their sexy, but effective confines, would most certainly threaten to break free of the peach colored top. 

Ron trailed contently along, lugging Amy's suitcase and happily admiring the tanned legs and swaying asses parading up the gangplank to meet Amy's father. As they made their way against the flow of departing passengers, Ron couldn't imagine how envious Amy's dad would be of him, going back to the island alone with Pam and Beth, then he looked up to see a man waiving excitedly to Amy, with an exotic looking girl standing at his side, and he realized that his girlfriend's father was perhaps envy-worthy in his own right.

After Amy ran to hug her father, and as the introductions were made, it became obvious to Ron that he was irrelevant to the rest of the group. As Pam had reminded them several times in the cab ride, he would be introduced as Beth's son, so that Dave wouldn't give Pam any shit about bringing Amy's boyfriend along on the trip. As soon as he shook Dave, and his girlfriend, Sue's, hand, he was forgotten. Dave, though indifferent to Ron, was ineffective at hiding his repeated glances to admire Beth's curvy assets. Fortunately for him, the budding tension between the other women soon took all of his concentration. 

The conversation was rather stilted, the awkwardness of the group dynamics plainly evident as the women seemed to be settling into their first impressions of each other. And it was quite clear that their initial opinion of one another was less than Dave had hoped for.

Ron's first impression of Sue certainly didn't take long, and couldn't have been more favorable. She was obviously Asian, or at least some mixture of Asian heritage. She looked young, but it was hard to guess how old she might be, and her black hair and dark skin gave her an exotic look that was likely the source of Pam and Amy's coolness to her. She was petite, even more so than Pam, but unlike Pam, she appeared to have dressed in an attempt to downplay what promised to be a most impressive physique. Her knee length, pink sun dress was not too tight, and based upon the slightest hint of cleavage now visible, was concealing a rather impressive pair of tits. Being left from the conversation wasn't so bad after all, as Ron took full advantage to steal prolonged glances at Dave's stunning girlfriend.

After several minutes of forced small talk, Dave said to Amy, "So, I thought we'd take the helicopter ride to one of the remote islands, and do some snorkeling. What do you think?"

"Cool, but I don't think anyone else brought their swim suits." She replied.

"Ah, well, sorry if I wasn't clear, but the helicopter is one of those small little bubble types, that only seat 4, including the pilot." Dave said while motioning to the still occupied helipad on the upper deck. "I've already got it reserved for us. We leave in 20 minutes and will be gone until dinner time, they even prepare a beach side BBQ lunch for us after we snorkel." Dave continued to sell the outing to his daughter.

"Oh," Amy responded, the disappointment evident in her voice, "but I guess it will be nice to just spend some time with you and mom alone." She continued, knowing full well that her dad had not intended to take along Pam. 

"Well, ah, honey, the plan was for you, me and Sue to go on this trip. I am sure you understand."

Amy was surprised at the negative feelings she had for Sue, even though she didn't even know her. All Amy could see was a young, sexy girl that was threatening to finalize any hope she held for her parents to reconcile. She suddenly realized that even though she had been telling herself for the last couple of years that they would not get back together, seeing another woman hanging on her dad's arm was making the point painfully evident to her. As a result, Amy found herself acting in a way she had never imagined. 

She glanced toward Sue and purposely ratcheted up the heat on her dad. "But daddy, I just wanted to be with you and mommy, alone, I'm sure Sue wouldn't mind, would you?"

Sue, seeing right through the 'daddy's little girl' routine, didn't want to give in, but even more so, didn't want to see Dave be manipulated into choosing his ex over her. Sue knew how to play the game too, and having heard repeatedly of Dave and Pam's strained relationship, responded, "Sure Amy, I'll be glad to step aside, if your mom really wants to go." 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 10



Pam responded as Sue had hoped, saying, "Oh no, Amy, you should go with Sue and your dad. I don't even have a suit with me." The last thing Pam wanted to do was spend the day with Dave, but felt the need to beg off gracefully. 

Amy wasn't going to give up so easily, and once again turned to her father, "Gosh dad, nobody wants to be the meanie and take the other's spot. You have to decide. Please tell mom you want her to come along, please. She can wear one of my bikinis." Amy cooed, cutting her eyes ever so briefly to Sue, as if to make clear to her who was in control.

"Well," Dave stalled, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. "I don't know, what do you think Sue?" He was looking for an easy way out, but Sue didn't oblige.

"It's up to you honey, if you'd rather take Pam along, that's fine, just say the word." Sue said in a tone that hinted it would be anything but fine.

Dave glanced at Amy, her hopeful eyes confirming her wishes, and then to Pam, looking for her to bail him out. Pam suddenly liked the predicament Dave found himself in, and inexplicably decided it'd be worth taking Sue's spot on the excursion, if for no other reason than the turmoil it would cause him. 

"Whatever you say, Dave." Was her only response to his pleading stare. 

Finally, saying no to his daughter just too much to bear, he turned back to Sue, "Ah, hon, you know, we will have the rest of the cruise for you and Amy to spend some time together." As Dave spoke, the icy stare from Sue intensified. "I know, maybe you and Beth could go shopping." He was grasping now, looking for something to appease her. 

Sue glanced at Amy, the teenager's brief but victorious smirk not going unnoticed. "Sure. We can go shopping. That okay with you Beth?" Sue continued to speak to Dave without awaiting Beth's response. "but I don't have any money." She finished, her cold eyes locked onto Dave even as he fumbled for his wallet.

As Dave fished out a few hundred dollar bills to offer to his very pissed off girlfriend, Sue simply grabbed the wallet and pulled out his Gold American Express. "This should do just fine, thanks honey. Come on you two!" Sue snapped at Beth and Ron.

As Sue turned to head toward the gangplank, the others agreed to meet back for an early supper, before the ship would depart. As Dave led Amy and her mother toward the helicopter, Beth grabbed Ron by the arm and said, "Come on son, looks like we have some shopping to do."

()()()

The threesome walked along in silence, toward the various shops located nearby the harbor. Finally, as they neared the first store, Sue spoke up, "Look, I apologize for the way I acted back there. I shouldn't be rude to you two, it's mostly Dave I have an issue with right now." Sue couldn't quite give Amy a free pass, even to her friends. 

"Not a problem, that was a pretty awkward situation all the way around." Beth conceded.

"The one good thing about it," Sue continued, "is we have Dave's credit card, and we are going to burn it up! What to you want today?"

Beth had taken notice of Ron's stolen peeks at Sue. Who would blame him? Her face was incredibly striking, and she appeared to have a body to match, hidden beneath her flowing sundress. Never passing up a good teasing opportunity, Beth suggested they step into the interesting looking boutique, Fun In The Sun, coming up on their right, and perhaps shop for some new fun island and swim wear.

Sue readily agreed, saying, "Yeah, this looks like as good a place as any to spend Dave's money."

They split up inside the small boutique. It seemed most departed cruisers had made their way to the beach, or perhaps the straw market closer to town, and this coupled with the relative early morning hour meant there were few shoppers in the entire strip of shops, and none in this particular store. The tall and slender Bahamian girl working behind the counter greeted them briefly as they entered, then returned to her paperwork. It didn't take long for Beth to find the men's swim suits, and announce to Ron, as well as Sue, that he needed to replace the trunks he had ripped earlier on the beach.

Ron looked to Sue to see if she reacted to Beth's inside joke, and has been the case all along, she paid no attention to him at all as she continued to pick through a rack of bikinis. 

"Here, how about these?" Beth said, holding up a couple of pair of trunks. 

Ron, was staring at Sue as he felt the familiar beginnings of an erection. Anxious not to pitch a tent in his baggy shorts, he grabbed the hangers from Beth, paying no attention to what she was presenting him, mumbled his agreement, and took them to find the dressing room. In the back of the shop, he saw a doorway, partially covered by a curtain. He stepped inside the changing area, not much larger than a closet. He slipped the Bermudas down, his previously tormented cock still mostly in a flaccid state, largely due to the completely unsexy tension of their previous encounter. Redirecting his thought to Sue, and Beth for that matter, was threatening to change things in a hurry.

Ron grabbed the first pair of trunks, and he immediately realized what Beth was up to. These were not the typical shorts worn by so many young guys. These were made from a lycra cotton blend. He was certain they would be absolutely obscene on him, especially if he started to get a hard on. Ron realized he might be learning to like exhibiting himself, as he actually thought briefly about trying them on. But he knew Beth would want to buy them for him to wear at the beach, and remembering how self-conscious he had become standing in front of those two girls at the pool, with a half hard dick in his normal trunks, he couldn't imagine walking around in these. 

As he started to reach back down for his shorts, a hand reached beneath the curtain and grabbed them. "I'll hang these out here so they don't get wrinkled." Beth said very matter-of-factly. 

"Beth," Ron whispered, "Give me those, I can't wear these, they'll be obscene."

"Oh Ron, don't be so melodramatic. They sell these suits to men all the time, so I hardly doubt they will get you arrested or anything, now try them on and let me have a look."

Realizing the futility of arguing with her, Ron decided to slip them on. After all, it wasn't like she hadn't seen him in the nude. God, she had even had his dick in her mouth, although, the way she kept chastising him in front of Pam the night before, you'd have never known. His dick began to thicken as he recalled the encounters with Beth, even as he pulled the tight trunks up and over his cum engorged balls and lengthening dick. It was at that moment that Ron seemingly stumbled on the idea that if Beth was going to toy with him by literally fucking him one day and then proclaiming complete restraint and innocence the next, he would try to turn the game on her.

Toward that goal, he positioned and repositioned his cock in the suit, trying to maximize the way his thick shaft and mushroomed head were highlighted by the trunks, secretly wanting Beth to yearn for him again the way she had on the beach. In his lust filled adolescent mind, he envisioned Beth, and maybe even Pam, being so turned on by him "accidentally" or "unknowingly" displaying his cock, that they would break down and seduce him, with little doubt as to their true desires and intentions. If he could get them to do that, then not only would he get to fuck the women of his dreams and fantasies, but they would have no way to claim he made any inappropriate advances toward them, other than perhaps that he was once again "showing" his package, but then again, if Beth bought him the clothes that showed him off, how could he be to blame. His innocent strategy continued to bounce around in his head as he once again pressed his swelling prick from one side of his trunks to the other, striving for the sexiest display he could present to Beth.

()()()

As Ron was getting dressed, Beth quietly moved over to where Sue was collecting as assortment of bikinis for herself. "Sue, I have a favor to ask." Beth said in a hushed tone. "Ron is in the dressing room over there, but he gets embarrassed for his old mom to critique him in his swimming trunks, plus he thinks I just say nice things to boost his confidence. He's at that awkward stage where he just seems to be self-conscious about his looks. I convinced him to try on a suit like he saw some other guys in yesterday, but I think he feels kind of reluctant to wear something that doesn't hang down past his knees, you know? I think it'd be good for him to break out and try something different, but you know teenage boys and how goofy they can be about, well about most things." Beth chuckled, glad to see Sue grinning in agreement. "Would you mind going over and telling him what you think? Maybe take the opportunity to give him a little compliment or something."

"Sure, it's the least I can do for being so rude earlier." 

"Thanks, I'll keep over here out of the way. Maybe you can act like you were just waiting for the changing room so he doesn't think I put you up to it." Beth said as she stepped further away from the dressing room.

Sue agreed and moved over near the closed curtain. Ron seemed like a polite enough kid, and she was feeling more and more embarrassed by her behavior on the boat. Maybe stroking the kid's ego some would make him and his mom happy, with the added benefit of helping her to stop feeling like such a bitch.

She waited outside the store's only dressing room for only a few minutes, still clutching several sinfully expensive bikinis. It seemed the size of the bikini and the price on the label were somehow inversely related. Sue's efforts not to feel like a bitch to Beth and her son did not include letting Dave off without proper punishment. Knowing that while he was snorkeling with his ex, she had been sunning in a tiny bikini more daring that he would have approved of, and one that cost almost $300 at that, would certainly be a nice retort to his earlier miscue. Seeing the American Express bill next month would mean that these sexy suits would be the gift that kept on giving. Sue smiled to herself imagining Dave's panic as she would tell him about the many men that had come on to her in her super sexy and expensive bikini.

Suddenly, the dressing room curtain pulled back, jarring Sue from her vengeful day dream. "Oh, sorry, I thought Bet....er, I mean my mom was still out here." Ron stammered, relieved he remembered to refer to Beth as 'mom', and even more relieved he was holding his wadded up tee shirt at waist level, concealing the glove-like fit of his trunks. 

"She went back to the racks. I just need to try on a couple of suits." Sue said, briefly shaking the hangers of barely-there fabric in front of Ron. "You find something you like?" She continued, momentarily directing her eyes to Ron's partially covered swim suit.

"Ah, yeah.....I mean...no....um, I doubt it." Ron was taken by Sue's extraordinary beauty and her seemingly unintended sexiness. He could only imagine her in one of the string bikinis she held, and as his cock swelled even thicker in the tight confines of his suit, he stepped aside so she could enter the changing room. His plan to parade his clearly outlined cock before Beth was one thing, but to do so in front of this near stranger, having no idea how she might react, was another thing altogether, no matter how sexy and attractive she was. 

To his surprise, she didn't move past, instead saying, "Oh come on Ron, I want to spend a lot of Dave's money, and you have to help me. Now what could be wrong with a new suit that someone else is buying for you? Hold your hands up and give me a turn and let me see how it looks." Sue twirled her finger in the air as if directing Ron to model for her. She pressed on, trying her best to do as Beth had asked, "That looks like one of the hottest new suits. I've seen several Spanish guys on the ship wearing something similar." She continued to lay it on pretty thick.

"Umm, I don't know, it's just not what I am used to, and I feel kind of funny about it."

Sue had indeed seen several men on the cruise wearing the skin tight suits, and most seemed oblivious to the fact the suits showed their little twigs and berries. She assumed Ron was embarrassed about the size of his own 'twig', but decided that if he was already lacking self confidence, like Beth said, she would do her best to boost him up some. She was certainly used to viewing the male genitalia, and should have no problem putting forth a believable lie to help the kid out.

"Okay, I understand, but believe me, you are going to look great in them. Most every guy on the boat that was in these European trunks was fighting the women off with a stick." Sue smile sweetly, trying to mask her lie in some mild humor. "Now just give me a quick spin and let's see how they look."

Ron knew she was exaggerating, but appreciated her friendliness. He also appreciated how utterly hot she looked, and his cock continued to slowly swell and lengthen. Still not hard, but certainly thickening by the second, he decided that if he waited any longer, and she saw him, the erection might be truly offensive to her. So, he decided to give her a quick pirouette.

"Okay, one quick spin, but I really don't think I can wear this to the beach."

"Well, just let me be the judge of that." Sue replied, still planning on ignoring the fact that the trunks would likely be the classic grape smugglers. 

Ron began to turn, slowly lifting his arms, and therefore the shirt hiding his cock and balls so thinly veiled behind the tight stretchy material. As he continued to turn, his back to Sue, he glanced down, confirming the obscene bulge. At last he returned to his original position, only now still holding the shirt away from his crotch.

Sue's eyes took in Ron's back, legs and even his ass as he turned. There really was something to these suits, she thought to herself. Ron, to be so much younger than her, really did seem to have a nicely developing body. He still had the rather coltish lanky build, but the muscles were definitely filling in quite nicely. She quickly decided her compliments would not be that difficult to come by.

As he turned back to face her, Sue made sure her eyes were locked onto Ron's. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable. But almost at once, even in her peripheral vision, the straining material of the swimming trunks caught her attention. Unable to divert her eyes, Sue allowed her gaze to quickly fall down to Ron's crotch. Not only was the bulge in the material immense, but his balls, cock and even the cock head were clearly delineated against he thin, baby blue material. Pressed over and across part of his left thigh must have been 6 or 7 inches of meaty cock. 

Sue's eyes feasted on the sight before her, but for only a few seconds, as Ron's embarrassment overtook him and he once again moved the tee shirt to hide his excitement. 

Her vision interrupted, Sue attempted to compose herself, "Ah, well, I think those trunks look very nice on you." She said in as normal a voice as she could muster. "You should really get them." And with that, she scampered into the dressing room to try and conceal her own flustered reaction to such an unexpected sight.

Sue dropped the various bikinis on the small wooden chair, leaned against the full length mirror, and grinned slightly to herself while taking several deep breaths. God, did she really just see what she thought she did? She now realized Ron's reluctance to wear such a suit was not because he was too small, but rather just the opposite. God, he was as far away from small as he could get. Sue knew, given her job, seeing a penis outlined in a tight swim suit shouldn't be cause for such a reaction, but that was the really the crux of the matter, because she looked at penises daily, and she couldn't recall ever having seen anything as impressive as she had just glimpsed beneath those baby blue trunks.

As Sue began to try on her own suit, the lingering vision of Ron's impressive manhood was interrupted by Beth's voice, just outside the curtain. "Ron, there is another rack of men's suits in the back room, come on and see if you find something else you'd like."

()()()

As soon as Beth and Ron walked a few steps from the dressing room, Beth reached over and snatched Ron's shirt from his hands, still hiding the front of his suit, and tossed it back on a chair in the corner. She unintentionally allowed her gaze to lock onto the near pornographic sight of Ron's cock encased in the clingy trunks.

She forced herself to look away, and in as normal a delivery as possible, asked, "So Ron, did Sue like your trunks?"

Having noticed Beth's lingering stare, Ron decided to go back to his plan to be the willing exhibitionist, and see what might happen. "Uh, I think she did, at least she said so, but then again, she seemed a little flustered for some reason." He felt completely exposed standing there in the middle of the boutique, with nothing to conceal his bulging crotch. He turned to face Beth before continuing, "Maybe these are too tight, what do you think?" 

Beth noticed Ron's new found confidence, or if not confidence, at least a willingness to play along with their evolving game of exhibitionism. She quickly realized that how she treated him was key to being able to manipulate both he and Pam over the next few days. Her fantasies of how things would play out seemed to be continually running through her brain, and she knew that if she could direct Ron to her satisfaction, these fantasies would turn into some truly sexy teasing and ultimately a chance to enjoy his cock once again. 

With her ultimate goal in mind, Beth was committed to not providing Ron an overt response to his exhibitionism, at least not until the time was right.

"Well, maybe she just still pissed at Dave. I think these trunks look good, but let's find the sales girl and see if there are some others you'd like. 

Before Ron could voice an objection to being presented to another complete stranger, Beth waved at the girl doing her paperwork, "Excuse me, miss? Could you help us over here for a second?"

The statuesque Bahamian girl slid down off the stool behind the cash register and moved gracefully over the rack of men's swim suits. "Yes m'am, and how may I help you this fine morning?" 

Before answering her, Beth moved aside to reveal Ron, standing there in nothing but the light blue, skin hugging trunks. "It's these trunks, Ron likes these but thinks that maybe they are a little tight. We decided to defer to an expert such as yourself. What do you think?"

The sales girl, while obviously accustomed to seeing men in revealing swim wear, was still taken aback, if only for a second. She had been working in swim boutiques for almost 5 years, and this wasn't the first time someone came in and wanted to show off for her. Most times it was a husband or boyfriend, parading their woman around in next to nothing, and on occasion a man would go out of his way to try and expose himself to her, but it was rare that anyone was quite so blatant, or so endowed, as the young man standing before her now. Especially with the apparent assistance of such an attractive accomplice, one perhaps old enough to be his mother. 

"Turn around so, I am sorry, what is your name dear?"

"My name is Leslie".

"Turn around so Leslie can properly assess the fit." Beth instructed Ron.

As Ron slowly turned, his heart seemingly pumping equal parts blood to both his blushing face and his still hardening cock, Leslie put on her best professional demeanor and said, "Well, if you are not used to such a cut, I can understand why you'd think they were too tight, but the real test is how much give the material provides as you move around. May I?" Leslie asked as she knelt down in front of Ron. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 10



"Please, I haven't bought many men's swimming trunks before, maybe you can show me how to judge their fit." Beth played along, delighted with the attractive Bahamian girls responses so far. 

"Well, obviously, this style is not for the modest." She said, locking her vision on the thick shaft and head clearly outlined only six inches from her face, "but, it is really something that is gaining in popularity. Many designers equate it to the way women's fashions hug every curve and accentuate the bosom, leaving very little to the imagination." 

"Gee, I don't know," Ron finally managed to interject, "I mean, this just seems, well, almost obscene. I don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure, you know." Ron, while nervous and still embarrassed to being ogled by this stranger, was once again experiencing the same surge of excitement he had felt when Amy had coaxed him into standing before the two college girls by the pool, his cock obviously outlined behind his wet trunks, trunks that were the equivalent to a burlap sack compared to what he was now wearing. 

"Oh Ron, don't be so up tight." Beth scolded, "Now Leslie, Ron's protests against this type of suit notwithstanding, is this the correct size for him?" 

Leslie was eager to push things a little, and it seemed that the sexy older lady was more than willing to let her. She had learned over the years that such situations were not only titillating and fun, but usually came with a very large tip if she managed to play along to the customer's satisfaction. 

"The first thing, obviously, is the waistline. Let's just see if there is enough play in the elastic for relaxed movement." Leslie reached up and hooked the first and second finger of each hand over the material, trapping them between the stretchy material and Ron's hips. She pulled out slightly on the material, and began to slide her fingers further back and around toward Ron's back. The result was that her face was being drawn closer and closer to the meaty shaft, trapped horizontally against Ron's thigh. 

Ron looked on in amazement, as Leslie leaned in so that her lips were less than two inches from his straining dick. He felt the need to say something, but his lust filled brain and parched lips betrayed his ability to utter a coherent thought. 

Beth was equally amazed at the brazenness of the sales clerk, but never one to miss an opportunity for some teasing fun, bent at the waist to more closely follow Leslie's actions. "So, how far out should the waist band pull to be a proper fit?"

Leslie was now guiding her fingers back toward the front of the suit, pausing just above the now throbbing mushroom head of Ron's prick as she responded to Beth. "Here, let me show you." She said, inviting Beth to place her fingers adjacent to her own. "Just pull out until the elastic pulls back with equal force."

Beth did as instructed, and both Ron and Leslie couldn't help but let their eyes be drawn to the substantial cleavage and golden orbs of flesh so tantalizingly displayed before them. Leslie's fingers remained in place as Beth pulled the suit further and further away from Ron's body. 

To Ron's dismay, his cock was taking advantage of the expanding trunks to push outward and upward, rapidly moving toward Leslie's slender black fingers. "Um, maybe these are okay after all." Ron spoke up, at the same time breaking free from their grasps. 

"Good, we'll get them, but maybe Leslie can find you something else to try on that will look just as good, I mean what's to say we can't get more than one bathing suit for you today. You two look for something and I'll go check on Sue." Beth said before turning to go back around to the dressing room. 

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Sue was still examining herself in the three angled mirrors, just outside the dressing room when Beth rounded the corner. "Oh my, you look amazing in that suit."

"Um, thanks" Sue responded, turning to her left and looking to her right to examine how she looked with two thirds of her ass cheeks escaping from the tiny purple bikini bottoms. "It's not too much, is it?" she asked, knowing full well how good she looked, but always eager for another compliment. 

"Oh heavens, no, although I don't know if I should let you wear that around Ron, it looked like he, how shall I put this, really responded to your compliments earlier." Beth said, wanting to feel Sue out for her reaction to Ron's bulging trunks. Beth took in Sue's sexy dark skinned form. Given their size, she guessed Sue's boobs to be man made, but, they looked amazingly natural cupped in the relatively undersized bikini top. 

Sue felt her face flush red as she looked at Beth, "I am so sorry about that, I had no idea he was, I mean, when you said he was self conscious, I thought is was because, well you know, that a tight suit would be embarrassing, um, well because it would, you know, for a different reason than, ah, the reason it is. God, listen to me ramble, I was taken off guard and I really didn't handle it so well when I noticed, well, when he turned to show me his suit. I hope I didn't come across in a way to make him feel badly."

"No, I don't think so. I am shocked as much as you are, I mean, I never looked at him, you know, down there before, but it couldn't really be avoided in that suit." Beth lied, still not certain how to reel Sue into cock-teasing Ron. "I left him with the sales girl to pick out some other trunks to try on, so maybe she'll help him get something a little less revealing. He seemed kind of weird about having his mom around, seeing him like that, you know?" 

"I can understand that, maybe I should just go ahead and pay for these suits and meet you guys outside so I don't embarrass him anymore." Sue offered, although deep down she really wanted to get another peek at the way the skin tight trunks contoured to Ron's over-sized package. 

Not wanting to let Sue get away just yet, Beth seized on a plan, "I don't think that would be the best thing for him, I mean, if he thinks he offended you, it will just make it harder for him to get past his whole self image hang up about, well, about his appearance. You know how young people are about body image, he has been so uncertain about his looks recently, I was really hoping this trip would bring him out some, that's why I was pushing for something different with those trunks. I just had no idea he would have such a big, ahem, obstacle in wearing them." 

Beth continued, not sure if Sue was buying her line of bull or not, but decided to forge ahead, "I'd sure hate to reinforce any negativity about his body, especially from someone as young and pretty as you. If you act all weirded out by it, he will too. Maybe, if it's not too much to ask, you could hang around and act like it's no big deal." Beth finished speaking, her words "it's no big deal" hanging between her and Sue for several seconds, until Sue couldn't hold it in any longer and began to giggle. Beth quickly joined in, repeating the phrase "no big deal" between their growing laughter. 

Beth looked up to see Leslie and Ron making their way toward them, and attempted to reign in her laughter. "Shh, here he comes with the sales girl.....so? Will you stick around and stroke his ego a little, or at least not make him feel like a freak, please?" 

Sue managed to suppress her giggles, even with Beth suggesting she 'stroke' Ron's ego. Who was she to argue with a woman basically pleading with her to ogle her well hung son. "Yeah, I guess I can try, I mean, after all, it's really no big deal." Sue smile broadly as she repeated the punch line to Beth's earlier unintended joke, managing to conceal the crocodile smile just as Ron and Leslie joined them.

Beth quickly excused herself to do some more shopping, fulfilling her role as the "it would be to weird to be here' mother. 

Ron held several more suits in front of his still quite swollen crotch, as Leslie spoke to Sue. "Are you finding everything you need Miss? 

Ron was trying unsuccessfully not to stare, but it was just not possible. Sue stood there before him in the sexiest little purple bikini, barely covering her tight and petite body. Petite that is, except for her incredible breasts. In reality, they probably weren't even all that large, he thought, but they certainly looked disproportionate in comparison to her tiny frame. He could see her ass reflected in the mirror, each gravity-defying bronzed cheek starkly contrasting with the purple bikini, and demanding to be noticed.

"Yes, everything is fine. Do you need the dressing room?" Sue responded. She could feel Ron's eyes roaming over her body, even as he tried to conceal his interest. She was used to having men blatantly stare and make awkward attempts to hit on her, again, part of her job, but she normally either ignored them, or maybe even flirted a little, then gently turned them away. Having this shy teenager with a unusually large penis stealing glances at her was eliciting an unusual reaction from her. Sue could feel her body beginning to tingle and grow warmer. She felt sexy, deviously, deceitfully sexy, given Beth's plea for her to 'stroke' Ron's ego. She decided at that moment, that she'd play along with Beth's request, and let things develop as they may.

"Yes," Leslie responded, "Ron here has some different things to try on. Go on ahead now Ron, try one on and then give us a look." She said while pulling the curtain back for Ron to enter the small changing room.

Ron stepped in the oversized closet, and immediately spied Sue's panties and bra sitting atop the folded sundress on the small chair in the corner. They were a matching set, pink, with lots of lace. He confirmed the curtain was completely closed and picked up the panties. As he suspected, they were thongs, and he quickly put them to his nose and inhaled her scent, the aroma seeming to travel directly from his nostrils to further inflate his swollen cock. 

His nervousness as to having two relative strangers, both extremely attractive, apparently waiting to critique his new swim suits was keeping him from getting fully erect. God, if Amy were here now, he thought, she'd be parading me around, probably trying to figure out a way to suck me off here in the dressing room while they waited only a few feet away. The thought of Amy providing one of her excellent blow jobs overtook a portion of his nervousness, and Ron's dick grew longer and fatter still. 

"Try the green one first, okay?" Leslie instructed.

His thoughts of Amy interrupted; Ron began to slide the tight blue trunks down over his pulsing cock and full, saggy scrotum. He grabbed the green suit Leslie had picked for him. Ron had not paid any attention to what Leslie had selected from the rack after Beth had left them alone, simply anxious to move things along and get to what he had thought would be the safety of the dressing room. Now, he had both Leslie, and likely Sue, waiting for him to model for them. 

He held up the foam green suit, thankful that it looked to be a little bigger than the one he just took off, and tugged it on. It was looser, but not by much, and the material was certainly thinner, and seemed to have more elasticity. Bottom line was that his blood engorged, semi-erect dick was likely more blatantly displayed in this suit than the last one. Ron thought about the way Leslie had knelt and run her hands all around his waistline out in the store, obviously not offended by his appearance. Would she do the same again, even if Sue was standing there watching? The thought excited him, but this was just so blatant, he just wasn't sure he could parade around like this.

"How does it fit, are you decent?" Leslie asked.

"Yes, they're on, but..." before he could finish his sentence, Leslie pulled the curtain back, exposing him to her, and also to Sue, standing just off to the side. 

"Oh yes, these do fit nicely," Leslie cooed, obviously having taken the lead from Beth earlier, and now holding nothing back. "Step out here by the mirror and have a look." She ordered. 

Ron, realizing that short of making a scene and hiding in the changing room, really had no choice, and slowly stepped over to the bank of mirror. He noticed Sue's eyes jerk up from his crotch as he glanced her way. 

"Those look very nice indeed, don't you think?" Leslie asked Sue. "I really like the color, and the snugness of the fit." 

Sue seemed at a loss for words, finally saying, "Uh, yes, they look quite good Ron, you can add them to Dave's American Express bill along with the others, if you like." Sue could feel her face flush, staring at Ron's most impressive cock, clearly outlined in the light green colored trunks. 

"Well, before we ring them up, we should really make sure this is the correct size." Leslie said, as she stepped closer to Ron.

Sue watched in amazement as the sales girl stood directly behind Ron, and placed her hands on his hips as she looked over his shoulder to their reflection in the mirror. Leslie slipped her fingers just inside the waistline and began to tug the elastic material out and slide her fingers around toward his stomach. 

"You see," Leslie said, providing Sue an impromptu lesson on how a men's suit should ideally fit, "in suits like this, with no draw string, the waist has to fit properly." 

Sue stepped next to Ron, and stared openly at his crotch in the mirror, as Leslie continued on with her 'fitting'. Sue could clearly see his sexy outline against the suit. It appeared thick and long, and yet the gentle curve of the thick shaft was serving proof that he was not nearly erect. My God, Sue mused, how big and fat must it get if he's completely hard.

Ron could feel a slight bead of perspiration develop across his forehead, as the two women ogled him in the mirror. He was torn between his instinctive, embarrassed reaction at being blatantly on display, and the developing exhibitionist thrill that Amy had been pushing him toward the entire trip and he was now trying to embrace. Ron rather quickly decided to beat back his embarrassment and try to play along with the once-in-a-lifetime situation now before him. He thought for a few seconds while Sue continued to stare into the mirror, watching Leslie drop her hands down each of Ron's hips and slip her fingers into the stretchy hemline hugging his thighs. 

"The waist, and legs feel comfortable." He interjected, "but I am just not sure, you know, about the way 'everything' is, well, is so, kind of outlined and visible, I mean , that's not normal is it?" He inwardly relaxed a bit, pleased to have been able to compose his thoughts in a coherent sentence, one he thought sounded at least half way natural, and hopefully not like a perverted attempt to prolong the attention he was receiving. 

"I suppose, now that you mention it, it is a little unusual for a man's suit to be quite so, shall we say, unforgiving." Leslie responded, "but it is the growing fashion, and like I mentioned to you out by the racks, some designers are equating it to the way women's bikinis have left so little to the imagination." 

Sue had said very little, but was making no effort to extract herself from the situation, finding it strangely exhilarating to be taking part in such an unexpected game of tempting and teasing. Realizing her body, and mind for that matter, were reacting to such a sexy and serendipitous situation, Sue was eager to play along. She glanced over to see Beth browsing the dress racks on the other side of the store. Not making Ron feel self-conscious, as Beth had requested, was one thing, what this sales girl was so brazenly inviting Sue to do was quite another, and not something Sue was sure his mother had intended. But......Ron seemed a willing participant, and as long as they could proceed without Beth observing, Sue was certainly game. 

"It does seem only fair you know, men have been putting women in nearly next-to-nothing swim suits, like this one, for years now." Sue said, drawing all eyes to her own exceptional body and sexy bikini as she spoke. 

"Yes, it is very similar Ron," Leslie added, "I mean, look at the small cut of her suit. Do you mind?" Leslie asked Sue, as she reached over to display the way the purple material hugged her body. 

Sue silently indicated her consent with a brief side-to-side movement of her head, and Leslie continued, "Look at the top for instance, see how the material designed to cover the bosom is not even sufficient to cover much more than her areole, meaning that a woman with large breasts cannot possibly conceal her curvaceous assets. Luckily for, I am sorry, what was you name again Miss?" Leslie asked, still attempting to maintain a professional air even as her fingers traced along the exposed sides of Sue's breast.

Sue could feel herself getting hot and damp beneath the tiny purple bottoms as Leslie tenderly touched her while Ron gazed on. She attempted to respond as normally as possible, "Sue, my name is Sue Chang." 

Leslie smiled at Sue and continued, "Luckily for Sue, she has a perfect body for a bikini like this one. Her large breasts and petite build really present the sexy vision I am sure the designer had in mind for this suit. So, you see Ron, some man likely designed this bikini with the very intention that a woman like Sue would wear this, and look utterly sexy in doing so. I mean, you can even see that the lining on this particular one is nearly non-existent, meaning that her, well, please pardon my boldness, but her nipples, if the least bit erect, are impossible to conceal." 

All eyes were now locked into the mirror, and onto Sue's nipples and their increasingly vigorous attempt to burst through, according to Leslie, the bikini top deviously designed by a conniving male. 

"So you see, while having your trunks be a little tight might be new for you, we women have been dealing with it for years." Leslie said. 

Ron swallowed hard and licked his parched lips before finding the words to push ahead. "Ah, I see what you mean," he said, looking from Sues magnificent breasts to her angelic face, "but even with all that, it just seems like I am almost standing here naked."

"Come now Ron," Leslie responded, "I don't think it's quite that revealing, do you Sue?" Before she could answer, Leslie continued, "let us have a closer look to ease your worries, okay?"

Leslie nudged Sue around in front of Ron, and joined her there, their backs to the mirror providing Ron an excellent view of Sue's barely covered ass. 

Leslie began, "I must admit, this suit is slightly more revealing than I normally see, but, and again, pardon my forwardness, but you fill these out more than most men I sell these to. But maybe I am viewing you with a more critical eye than most people would, I mean after all, I critique people in swimwear all day, every day." Leslie continued, pleased with herself for maintaining a professional demeanor. "Perhaps we should have Sue offer a layman's opinion. What do you think Sue, do these trunks offer Ron enough modesty, or are they so tight that he is showing too much?"

Sue looked to Leslie, as if to confirm that she was really asking her to discuss in detail the way Ron's package was displayed. Leslie gave her the briefest of knowing grins, and nodded her head in encouragement for Sue to indeed respond. 

"Well, ahem, first of all Ron, I think the trunks look fantastic on you, but.....um.....I do see what Leslie means. You look to be pretty clearly, .....well, clearly defined behind that thin material."

"What, exactly do you think you can see?" Leslie asked, pushing ahead. 

Sue was again taken aback by her aggressiveness, if only for a moment, as her professional experience kicked in, "Ah, well......it looks like his scrotum is cupped up, right down here." She answered, leaning over at the waist and pointing to Ron's balls. 

Ron was treated to a fantastic view of Sue's large boobs swinging away from her body, and as she bent closer to his crotch, her ass presented a tantalizing view in the mirror behind her.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 10



Leslie knelt down, her face now at crotch level, "Yes, I noticed that earlier, but even more noticeable than that, in my opinion, is the way Ron's penis is trapped over against his pelvis and upper thigh." Leslie guided the well manicured, hot pink fingernail of her index finger across the length of Ron's shaft, occasionally grazing his now nearly completely hard cock. "If you'll look a little closer," she instructed Sue, "You can even see the, ahem, rather large tip of his penis, right here." 

Ron jerked involuntarily as Leslie's lovely brown hand drew repeated circles around his now throbbing cock head. He looked on as Sue kept her face still only 6 inches from his crotch, bent at the waist, now resting her hands on her knees. 

"Oh my!" Sue whispered excitedly, "Look there!" she continued, pointing to the growing dark spot on Ron's trunks, indicating his growing excitement by the pre-cum beginning to escape into the tight trunks. 

At that moment, the bell over the shop door sounded, and all three looked up to see what appeared to be a family of 5 entering the shop. They also noticed Beth now making her way back toward the dressing room carrying an armload of merchandise. 

"Looks like I have to get back to my other customers. I certainly did enjoy fitting you Ron, and I would definitely encourage you to get the trunks we picked out." 

Sue was feeling a little guilty for their tortuous teasing of Ron, now that his mother was making her way back to join them. "Here Ron," she said as Leslie walked away, "Take this tee shirt, maybe it will, well, you know, cover things up, you know, from your mom."

Ron quickly realized she was concerned about Beth's reaction. He had to suppress a grin, thinking how wrong Sue was about Beth's interest in his modesty. He slipped the loose fitting shirt on, perversely glad that it fell only to just past the waistline of his trunks, doing very little to hide the still obscene bulge in the green swimwear. 

"Y'all finding some good stuff back here?" Beth asked, even as she was unable to avert her involuntary, yet unmistakable double take to Ron's crotch. Gathering her composure, she went on, "I picked quite an assortment myself, I hope you were serious about spending Dave's money." Beth had spent her time purchasing the various outfits that she envisioned assisting her in bringing to life the detailed fantasies about how she and Pam would torment Ron over the coming days. 

Beth's quick glance to her "son's" swim suit did not go unnoticed by Sue, and her degree of guilt at, in her mind, having been busted as a perverted cradle robbing cock tease, overwhelmed her immediately. Failing to register Beth's question, all she wanted to do was extricate herself from this embarrassing situation as quickly as possible. Sue slipped quickly into the tiny dressing room, thankful to have the protection of the floral curtain that served as the door. Her new friends waited as she changed back into her sundress, dropping the purple bikini on the chair, and tried to think of a way to get away from them for a while. 

Beth was taking her usual perverted joy in seeing how her exhibitionist game was affecting Sue, and asked again, "So Sue, like I said, I do have quite a bit of stuff here, are you sure you want to put it all on Dave's card?"

Still obviously flustered, Sue exited the dressing room, answering Beth and at the same time laying the groundwork for a quick exit, "Sure, I am completely serious about spending his money..........ah, but right now, I need to run back to our cabin, I forgot, um, a stack of post cards I wanted to drop in the mail while on the island, how about you just take the AmEx to pay for everything after you have tried it on, and I'll meet you two at the little café on the corner for a Bloody Mary in about ½ hour or so?

With barely a confirmation from Beth and Ron, Sue turned and briskly left the boutique. 

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Beth and Ron were left there, neither having been prepared for such a hasty departure. "What did you do to that poor woman?" Beth asked.

Ron's fought back his defensive instinct, and as he noticed Beth once again cast a fleeting glance toward his cock, he decided now was a good time to try once again to tempt her with his swollen cock and bulging swim suit. "Um, I didn't do anything, one minute her and that sales girl are down on their knees, helping me with the fit of my suit," Ron said while motioning to his still bulging crotch with his eyes, "and the next thing I know, Sue sees you coming and starts trying to get me to wear this tee shirt, kind a' weird, huh?" 

Ron was thrilled to see Beth take the bait, and follow his gaze. She was too good at this, however, to quit playing her role, and immediately recognizing Ron's emerging confidence in his body, made an effort to reel him back in, "Well, maybe she didn't appreciate you flaunting your genitalia all over the place, like you tried to do last night with me and your girlfriend's mother. I mean seriously, can you be much more obvious than this?" Beth finished while motioning with her hand toward his green swim suit. 

That was not the response Ron had anticipated, and he was visibly taken aback. Seeing his uncertainty, Beth pressed on, "I thought maybe you had learned your lesson last night, but you seem intent on showing how blessed you are, I guess maybe we should just buy you a raincoat and pair of sneakers, that would make things easier for you to flash your big cock." She said, unable to keep herself from graphically describing his penis.

"But, I mean, you practically had me pull it out for the sales girl, and you were the one to pick out a tight suit, and well, you know, after the other day on the beach, and our talk at the dance club, I thought you'd want...er be okay with me, well, you know." Ron replied, losing all sense of discretion, again completely befuddled by Beth and her ever changing morals. 

"Ron, honey, we all have moments of weakness.....didn't I explain that at the club last night? But I also promised I'd behave, and I thought you agreed to do the same.....and then I stumble upon you trying to flash Amy's father's girlfriend.....I mean this girl could end up being her stepmother..........I would have thought your little stunt with the towel and Pam last night would have kept you under control. Obviously I was wrong." Beth said in her most serious tone, pleased to see Ron's expression wilt with her every word.

Now she would have some fun with him before they met back up with Sue.

"Am I going to be able to trust you with Sue the rest of the day........I mean she is rather attractive, don't you think?"

Ron stammered out his reply, "Um, yeah, you can trust me, I wasn't really trying to, you know, do anything, I just couldn't really hide my di......um, my reaction very well. I didn't mean anything, really."

"Okay, I guess I can see how you'd have trouble being modest in that suit, but you should really do everything you can to not tempt the fairer sex, I mean you obviously are quite well endowed, and some women have a hard time resisting such an unusually large, ah, well,.... let's just say to present yourself so blatantly can tend to lure a woman past the point of self restraint.........I mean, even I had a few moments of weakness on the beach, moments I am sure we both still deeply regret." Beth said, making her best effort to keep Ron perpetually off balance as to her intentions for this vacation.

Realizing he was incapable of navigating a conversation with Beth through this sexual mine field, Ron simply nodded, and even as his cock began to deflate, uttered a meager apology, " Uh, okay, sorry."

"Very well, now, let's get our purchases organized and get out of here.......I have just a few things I need to try on, so be a dear and hold all this." Beth directed while heaping her armload of clothes and hangers across Ron's quickly extended arms. 

As Ron stood motionless, the clothes now obscuring his view of the trunks clinging stubbornly to his still semi-erect cock, Beth began to peer intently into the conglomeration of bikinis, lingerie, dresses, and other various articles of sexy clothing dutifully held by her naïve young prey. "Here it is!" she exclaimed, pulling out a slinky white cocktail dress. "I got this one for Pam, don't you think this will look simply fantastic on her?" Beth continued, holding the short halter dress against her peach colored top and now obviously erect nipples. "Besides giving her a newer sexy look, I thought it would only be fair to spend some of Dave's money on his ex-wife."

"Well..........don't you like it?" she pressed.

"Um, yeah, sure.......but I thought you were going to try on some clothes." Ron replied, now anxious to get out of the store after once again embarrassing himself while trying to tempt the sexy older woman before him now. 

"Silly, I have to try on this dress for Pam, I mean, even though she is a petite, I can tell by how short and tight this fits on me if it will work for her." Beth said dismissively as she turned to the dressing room. 

As she entered the small room, Beth immediately noticed Sue's discarded purple bikini, along with the other items she had picked out, on the chair. She picked them up, and felt the unmistakable dampness in the crotch of the purple bottoms. Holding them to her nose, the aroma of a woman aroused enveloped her senses, and she immediately had a wickedly clever idea.

Beth took the bikini, flung the curtain back open, and approached Ron. 

She placed the purple bikini on top of the pile of clothes Ron still held draped across both arms, taking care to make sure the crotch was on top, directly in front of his face. "Here, we don't want to forget to buy Sue's stuff. Plus I need one more thing." 

Beth then bent at the waist to give Ron a clear view of most of each tanned breast, and began to once again peer into the pile of clothes, occasionally poking into the layers of material as she sought out a particular item. "Do you see a matching white bra and panty set?"

Before Ron could respond, Beth, ignoring his still noticeably bulging swimwear, once again excitedly announced her discovery of the skimpy undergarments, and headed back into the dressing room. 

As soon as Beth stepped away, Ron looked down at the tiny purple bikini Beth had deposited on the heap of clothing. Recalling the way Sue had looked, and the way she seemed to enjoy looking at his hard dick, Ron felt more blood rush to his penis. Then, as if on cue, he inhaled the unmistakable scent of pussy. It wasn't exactly the way Amy smelled, but there was no doubt as to the source of the scent. He leaned his head forward until his nose was almost touching the damp bikini bottom. Not only could he smell Sue's arousal, but could actually see the dampness on the material. Suddenly it dawned on him that she must have been turned on during their little teasing episode. Just as he was contemplating bringing the juicy material up to press into his face, he noticed Beth's skirt, then her blouse falling to the floor of the changing room, and he continued to watch as she carefully inserted her tanned legs into the dainty white panties.

The purple bikini bottom now forgotten, Ron focused on the prospect of Beth modeling the white dress. To his surprise, rather than stepping from the small changing room, she called to him, "Uh, Ron, I need a little help, would you be so kind as to step in here and lend a hand?"

Ron quickly placed the armload of clothes on a nearby chair, and stepped over to the curtain separating him from the sexy older woman. He started to knock on the door frame, but decided to simply do as she had asked, and step into the changing room to join her.

The sight before him was like something straight from a playboy magazine. Beth had her back to him, wearing the lacy white, and as Ron now discovered, thong panties. They split the tanned globes of her ass, presenting an agonizingly sexy sight to the perpetually horny teenager. Her hands were grasping the bra cups to her shapely boobs, a necessity given that the clasps of the lacy undergarment were dangling between her shoulder blades. 

She looked over her shoulder, and for only a millisecond, conveyed the slightest little smirk before saying in as non-sexual tone as she could, "I guess I underestimated the size difference between me and Pam, of course, I wouldn't typically worry about wearing these under a dress like this." Beth said, motioning first to the bra in her hand, and then to the little white dress hanging near the mirror. "but, I know Pam won't wear it unless I get her the proper underwear." 

Ron was making every effort to keep eye contact with Beth as he nodded his agreement to whatever it was she had just said, but the curve of her toned back, down to the contrast of the white lace disappearing between her muscular, tanned cheeks was too alluring a sight, and he knew right away she had caught him ogling her.

Beth knew she wanted to play this as innocent as she could and prolong the tease, so she ignored Ron's lustful gaze, and continued, "Sorry to make you lend a hand, but, well, I know this is probably not exactly proper having you in here, but my bikini I plan to buy today isn't much bigger than this thong, and I plan to wear that in public, so I guess having you simply help me fasten my bra shouldn't be a big deal, right?" Beth, of course, knew the pink elephant in the changing room was that not only had Ron spied her completely naked from the hotel bathroom closet, she had already fucked him while he was trapped in the sand, but having previously pledged to Ron that they would try to forget that episode, she decided to act as if having him so nearby while she was dressed only in her underwear was something that needed justification as an innocent interaction. 

Even as Ron's cock once again began to reach maximum firmness and press obscenely against his increasingly stretched out swim trunks, he agreed with the innocence of whatever it was she had in mind, "Sure, not a big deal, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, like I said, getting this bra and panty set for Pam means it is quite a bit too small for me, but I want to try and get it on, so we know how the dress looks, since it is a little thinner than most dresses you find. So, if you can just get the bra fastened for me, I can slip on the dress."

Ron stepped closer to Beth to reach for the clasps, and Beth took a step back, her ass inadvertently bumping into Ron's protruding cock. He flinched backward, hoping she hadn't noticed the contact.

Again, Beth ignored the feel of his lovely prick against her ass. She knew even without that validation that her cocktease was working its magic on Ron, but to be truthful to herself, she had to admit that her pussy was more than a little damp, and she could feel her nipples doing their best to rip through the lacy bra she still pressed against her bosom. 

"Can you get it hooked?"

Ron grabbed the bra straps, his fingers brushing against the soft yet toned skin sloping inward from Beth's shoulder blades. He tried to pull the clasps together, while at the same time taking care to keep his hard on away from the magnificent ass only inches in front of him. 

"I can't quite get it." He explained. 

"Okay, let me try and help," and with that, her hands began to move, and for the first time, Ron noticed that he could look directly past Beth's shoulder and watch her in the full length mirror. Beth slipped her right hand insider her left bra cup and gently pulled more of her boob out of the cup, increasing the exposure of her breast until her nipple threatened to pop free if she continued any further. She repeated the procedure with the right breast, the finished product being a deliciously obscene amount of cleavage being pushed up and together from the dainty bra cups.

"Now try again, I think I may have gotten a little more slack for you to work with."

Ron again pulled the straps together, and after apologizing for any pain he might be causing her, managed to slip the fastener together. "Ha, I got it." He stated with a satisfied tone.

"Great, now let me just slip on the dress and we'll see how it looks, now remember, it will be tighter and shorter on me than on Pam, so you'll have to keep that in mind during the critique."

Beth turned in profile to Ron as she retrieved the dress from its hanger, and as she extended her arms upward to allow the dress to slip over her head, Ron was provided an unobstructed view of her now overflowing cleavage. Her nipples had to be only a fraction of an inch away from slipping free. As the material slid lower and obscured the view of her breasts, he shifted his gaze to her bubbly ass, thankful he was able to stare intently without of fear of being caught. Her cheeks appeared so firm and muscular that there was barely even a wobble to the curvy spheres, even as Beth began to bounce and tug at the dress as it grew more snug to her perfect form. 

Finally her head popped through, and she managed to pull the dress down firmly so that the straps rested on her shoulders. "Okay, well, that was kind of a chore, but, well.........what do you think?"

Beth stood with her arms outstretched, and turned slowly for Ron. 

He was awestruck, unable to respond with a coherent sentence. 

Beth once again allowed herself a slight smirk, then turned to examine herself in the mirror. She didn't think she could look much sexier if she tried.........and well, she knew she had tried, but to not have had the luxury of previewing an outfit in the mirror to determine the best way to bend and move so as to maximize her allure as she would normally do before going out on the prowl, she was thrilled. 

The bra straps were obviously showing, which had been her desire all along. But the cleavage presented by the dress, and she had to admit, assisted by the bra, was enough to make an experienced man drool, but for the naïve teen standing behind her now, it must be pure torture.......Perfect! She glanced down, able to make out only the slightest outline of her panties beneath the white clinging dress. She turned and looked over her shoulder, cognizant of the way her breasts jutted out toward Ron, and took note of how her ass was only a few inches away from escaping the short hemline. 

"Well, the bra and panties just don't work, you can kind of see the panty line, and the bra straps just don't match with the design of this dress at all. I really love it though. I think if I can show Pam she can go commando with this dress without being too sexy, she still might wear it, what do you think?" Beth asked while glancing at Ron's cock for the first time in a few minutes. It was obviously rock hard, having managed to shift to an upward angle across his pelvis and pointing up to his hip bone. "Why don't you give me a little privacy and I'll try it sans undies."

The disappointment in Ron's face was almost laughable. As Beth easily unfastened the previously "too tight" bra, she almost felt sorry for him, but really, how could anyone feel sorry for a kid with a cock as big as his, on a trip with her, Pam, and Amy, and at least for today, it looked like Sue was now a fan of his wonder cock as well. 

Beth didn't really want him to leave, but she knew things were getting rather heated for both of them, and she wasn't sure she could trust herself to continue. Her mind kept flashing back to his cock emerging from the sand, and the fact that she had been unable to resist taking advantage of him. She wanted it again, but wanted to extend the teasing until she could reel Pam into the fun of it all. 

Ron stepped from the changing room, his hard on temporarily forgotten as he wallowed in the self pity of once again being taken in by Beth's teasing only to be shot down just when it seemed things were going to get interesting. As he took another step, he heard a sudden gasp, then much commotion near the racks of clothes closest to the changing room. Ron looked up to see the mother of the family that had recently entered the shop, trying to divert the attention of her teenage daughter away from the spectacle of Ron's cock. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 10



He immediately turned to shield himself, and fearful that she might start screaming that he was some pervert on the prowl, he hurriedly escaped back to the only refuge he could find, the changing room, and Beth.

"What are you doing?" Beth asked, genuinely perturbed, as she pulled the dress back up to conceal her now braless breasts. 

Ron quietly explained the situation, and Beth quickly slipped the straps back over her shoulders and stepped from the dressing room to confirm his tale. She saw the mother and daughter, having now moved further into the store. The mom did indeed appear a little agitated, and turned to look toward where Beth stood, making eye contact, and before guiding her daughter further away, shot Beth a disgusted look.

Beth returned to the dressing room,"I think everything is fine, but, well, you can't walk out of here like that," she said, glancing to Ron's clearly outlined penis. Realizing she was thrust once again into close proximity with Ron, she decided she should be able to exhibit enough self control to have a little more fun with him, "I am disappointed in you once again trying to show off your penis, especially after we just discussed this!" Beth carried on, taking advantage of the situation to fuck with her plaything a little. "I don't want to get all into it again, so why don't you stay in here with me, where it is safe, and you can have some time to calm down." 

How she managed not to laugh as she spoke the words, "where it is safe" was beyond Beth, but once again, she was glad to see Ron appeared utterly confused and a little worried about his situation.

"Okay, well let's just finish up our shopping for Pam, and you try to get control of your body." Beth said, this time taking a longer look at Ron's impressive, hard, young cock. God, she was driving herself as crazy as she was Ron, but then again, she loved this torturous kind of teasing and tempting, even if it was self inflicted.

"Let's get back to the dress," she pushed onward, "I have the bra off, now let me just get rid of this god-awful panty lines." And with that, she reached under the rather tight dress, causing the hemline to ride up dangerously high on her thighs, and began to tug the panties from rapidly growing inferno between her legs. She knew Ron was watching intently as she bent at the waist, her ass now precariously close to his cock. As she stepped first one foot, then the other from the now damp panties, her ass cheeks peeked from beneath the dress, swaying invitingly before his now noticeably throbbing penis.

She straightened, and turned to face Ron, "Now tell me honestly, do you think Pam would wear this, now remember, it won't be quite this tight or short on her."

Ron could only hope Pam would wear this dress, rather, wear this dress like Beth was wearing it, obviously with no panties or bra. Her nipples were not just showing through the dress, but they looked hard enough to almost rip the fabric so gallantly straining to contain her utterly sexy boobs. He couldn't really tell she wasn't wearing panties, but most anyone would guess she was commando due to the way the dress hugged her hips with not a hint of panty line. 

With his desire for Pam to wear this dress firmly motivating his response, Ron said, "I think she might, I mean it looks great on you, so why would she not want to have it?" Ron knew his cock was now rock hard, and pressing incessantly against the light green trunks. He thought he had noticed Beth take a few quick glances at it already, so he decided to stand tall and let his cock create an definite barrier between them, and if Beth shot him down again, so be it, but he couldn't take much more of this teasing. 

"Why thank you young man, you certainly know how to make an old woman feel good." Beth unexpectedly found herself flirting a little with Ron, evidence of the smoldering lust slowly engulfing her. She glanced yet again to Ron's crotch, part of her wanting to keep up the tease, then leave him rock hard and throbbing, but another part of her, ever gaining control of her decision making, wanted to free that beautiful prick and let it bring her the pleasure she had experienced earlier in their trip, on the beach.

"Ron, you know we need to leave soon to meet back up with Sue, and given the way you unashamedly exhibited yourself to her earlier, I really think you need to get yourself under control." Beth said with a firm voice, again motioning to his cock. 

"I know, I mean I have been trying," Ron confessed, " but being so close to you in here, with you looking so sexy in this dress and all, I just can't seem to go down, you know?" Ron finished, his lust filled brain no longer able to refrain from the truth.

"My My, aren't you just full of compliments today? I wouldn't normally ever even suggest such a thing, but, well, maybe you should, you know, relieve yourself. I mean, you seem to be hard all the time, and it must be rather bothersome for you after a while. And I guess it is kind of my fault for having you help me with my bra and all." Beth offered while staring at his now obviously pulsating cock as she spoke. "It would just be, well, you know, a necessary physical release to allow you to gain some modesty. Nothing at all sexual about it, right?" She said, trying to keep him at arm's length, "I suppose I should leave the room to give you some privacy if that would help. I mean, I wouldn't want to be a distraction" 

Ron, eager to stroke his cock while Beth watched, didn't think twice about taking her up on the offer. He was past the point of fearing offending her, and was quick to push his trunks down over the thick shaft and enlarged head of his prick as he said, "You won't be a distraction, believe me. Actually, I think I can finish pretty quickly and we can still meet Sue on time. I mean, it's not like you haven't, you know, seen it before, so I'll just sit here and go as fast as I can." Ron said as he began to do just the opposite, and slowly stroke his cock while watching Beth watch him. 

Beth was now transfixed on Ron's cock. Having seen it protruding from the beach was one thing, and even the quick look she and Pam had taken earlier that morning had been impressive, but seeing it now, fully erect and throbbing from the last hour or so of intense teasing, was more than impressive. Beth truly believed Ron's was the most perfect cock she had ever seen. Maybe not the longest, but it had to be the best combination of length and girth a girl could want, and most of all, it just looked perfect. The day's teasing had now pushed her desires to the point that she just had to watch Ron stroke it for her. 

"Uh, well, I guess if I inadvertently caused your erection with this little fashion show for Pam, I should be accommodating. If you want to go ahead and masturbate you can." Beth acted on her desires, yet was still trying to maintain her detached approach as a means to keep him guessing going forward. 

"Why don't you, you know, take care of things, while I get changed so we can go." Beth decided to continue to maintain the nonchalant reaction to him as best she could, and began to move past Ron in the tight quarters, picking up her short skirt and peach colored top from the chair, and hanging them on the hook where the white dress had recently been. As she moved, the tight dress began to ride further up her thighs, until even more of each tanned ass cheek was peeking form beneath the sexy dress. 

Ron never took his eyes off Beth, forcing himself to keep his strokes nice and slow. As much as he wanted to cum, he also didn't want this moment to come to an end. Beth was not making any effort to reposition the dress, and eventually she turned and unabashedly watched Ron stroke his thick cock. 

He was working his cock slowly but steadily from the base up to the blood engorged head. It was possibly one of the sexiest things Beth had ever encountered. The past few days of teasing were coming to a head in this small changing room in a ladies boutique. Beth's desire to "tease and release" Ron was quickly crumbling under the weight of the blood engorged cock he was waiving before her now. 

Beth moved toward Ron, until she was standing between his wide spread legs. She noticed the precum beginning to run down his cock and onto his still steadily pistoning fist. 

She could take no more, and placing her hand on his thighs she bent at the waist and placed her lips against her right ear, "Ron," Beth throatily whispered, "Remember in the club, when I talked to you about the line we mustn't cross?" He nodded to acknowledge his recollection of the conversation, a bead of sweat now appearing across his forehead and upper lip, as she continued, "Well, I have no choice but to cross it one more time. I can't help but feel that I may have played a role in your, ah, condition this morning, so I think it would only be fair that I help you along a little. I am only doing this because we need to leave quickly and I like I said, I feel a little responsible." Beth lied, the entire time barely able to verbalize the implausible justification for what she was about to do. 

Beth took a step back and grabbed Ron's forearms, pulling his hands free of his penis. She bent still further from the waist and brought her lips down to the now constantly flowing precum spilling forth from the purplish head of Ron's cock. She placed her lips at just the tip of his prick, and began to slowly alternate between licking and sucking the top 1/3 of his swollen cockhead. Her lips stretched wider and wider the further she allowed herself to descend around the mushroom shaped appendage. 

Torn between wanted to have Ron erupt once again into, and perhaps even onto her lips and face, and her desire to straddle his lap and impale her now smolderingly damp pussy on the granite-like flesh towering between his legs, Beth forced herself to pull her talented lips and tongue from his prick. Knowing they only had time for him to cum once, her choice was clear. 

Ron watched first with utter amazement and gratitude as Beth lovingly tormented his cock with her puffy lips and soft tongue like nothing he'd ever experienced from Amy, and then with equal regret as she pulled her gifted mouth from his cock. 

Before he could even voice his displeasure, Beth began to peel the tight dress over her head. As her legs came free, she threw first one, then the other over Ron's thighs, bringing her pussy up against his throbbing manhood. Her boobs were just at Ron's eye level, and he tried as best he could to kiss and lick his way to her nipples. But until she lowered herself, he would not be able to achieve his goal.

The length of his cock caused Beth's clit to rub against the sensitive underside of Ron's penis. Their combined juices virtually eliminating any significant friction, as his cock easily maneuvered between the folds of Beth's outer lips and repeatedly against her enlarged and supersensitive clitoris. 

"I don't think I can take much more of this." Ron was finally forced to admit. "please, please fuck me right now." 

Beth looked down at the enormous cock she was about to take into her body. She stood on her tiptoes, barely managing to align herself with the towering prick. As she nestled his head into the entrance of her pussy, Beth leaned closer to Ron and through labored breaths, whispered yet again, "Remember Ron, I am only doing this to help you. I still believe that going forward, we must maintain the line we discussed." The entire time she spoke, Beth deliberately lowered her body. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate the pulsing head, and then as it slipped inside her, any sense of relief was almost at once replaced by her lips seemingly being pulled inward as the thick shaft kept ascending, continuing to bring her pleasure.

Beth tried to focus, as she continued, "You understand, right Ron," she paused, biting her lip as she sank further down, "what we are doing here is simply, ah....., ah, well, ah, simply, ah God, um, helping you, umm, regain a sense, ah ah of modesty," again Beth paused, having taken about half of Ron's length. At this position, Ron was able to mount a full assault on Beth's nipples, firmly sucking first one, then the other hungrily past his quivering lips. 

Having been focused solely on pacing her descent onto his prick, Beth moaned from the unexpected sucking being administered to her always sensitive nipples. Her pussy was involuntarily pulsing around the thick shaft. Beth attempted to control her body's response, but was certain that she was likely going to cum by the time she worked him entirely into her smoldering cunt. As Ron continued nibbling on her breasts, Beth allowed herself to drop completely onto his lap. Having bottomed out, she quit speaking and leaned her forehead against Ron's, and gave in to the orgasm overwhelming her body from her core seemingly to the tips of her nipples trapped between Ron's teeth. The feeling of having such a fat cock buried so incredibly deep within her was prolonging her pleasure at a level she had never before experienced, at least not for such an concentrated duration. The feelings remained intense, even as she sat mostly still. 

Ron was trying not to cum, and was thankful Beth was not riding him. He wouldn't last more than a couple of strokes if she did. He could tell from the way she quivered, moaned, and now struggled to talk that she was getting off. She dropped her head against his, her eyes clasped tightly shut, and he saw her firmly biting her lower lip. Suspecting she was in the middle of her own orgasm, he decided to take a chance, and quickly grabbed Beth under the ass, leaned forward and stood up with her still tightly impaled on his cock. 

Her eyes flew open in surprise as Ron took two step toward the mirror and firmly pressed her against the wall. He clutched her ass cheeks and began to withdraw from her in a slow, but steady rate. 

Beth could feel the vacuum as the thick cock pulled free from her needy cunt. Ron pulled the head almost completely out, until only about ½ of the large mushroom shaped orb still remained in the entrance of her pussy, then will all his might and leverage, Ron slammed back into Beth, forcing her body to travel even higher up against the mirror. 

She half gasped, half moaned, as again, Ron withdrew, but now more rapidly, and at the same point of withdrawal, he grabbed her ass even more forcefully, and slammed the entire length of thick cock back into her defenseless pussy. 

Beth was beginning to moan rather loudly, and Ron was now grunting, as he doubled his pace, pounding her as fast as he could. After about four or five such strokes, he felt his cock recoil in readiness of what was certain to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

Beth could tell Ron was about to come, even as yet another orgasm began to overwhelm her body. Finally he held her pinned against the wall as his cock swelled up even more. Shot after shot of pent up sexual frustration exploded inside the sexy 35 year old, even as she squirmed between him and the wall, feeling like he was filling her entire body cavity with his ejaculate. 

Almost at once, Ron's legs began to tire, and he lowered Beth back to the ground, stepping away and pulling a still thick, almost 9 inches of cock from her well fuck cunt.

It took a few moments, but Beth eventually began to rebound from the thorough fucking she had just received. Having lost control so quickly to this lanky teenager, and the fact that he had quite simply fucked the living hell out of her was not lost on Beth. She quickly realized she would have to find a way to bring him back to the unsure teenage hormone factory she wanted to torment for the rest of their vacation.

Still panting for a steady breath, Beth looked to Ron, his impressive dick still dripping from their combined juices, "Hopefully, that thing will finally deflate some. We need to get dressed now that I've relieved your, uh, tension, and go meet Sue."

Ron nodded his agreement, even as his cock twitched at the sight of Beth's sweat covered, freshly fucked and nearly perfectly conditioned body.

More to come...



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 11



Ron was still seated on the dressing room chair, gazing lustfully at Beth as she quickly composed herself, then slipped on her skirt and top, sans panties or bra, as usual. She took a prolonged glance at his still engorged, yet semi erect penis, and fighting a base instinct to drop to her knees and suck it back to full erection, she grabbed the pile of purchases, and prepared to exit the changing room. 

"You, young man, need to quit looking at me like a piece of fresh meat, and get control of that," Beth directed in a firm voice, while motioning to Ron's cock, "and meet me at the register. We'll talk on the sidewalk before we go meet Sue." Beth was uncertain as to what to say to Ron. Her initial instinct was to try and put him back on his heels again, but after basically raping him twice now in two days, she might be losing some credibility as to her altruistic intentions toward young Ron. Besides, he certainly didn't appear too concerned with her temperament at this very moment.

Beth pulled the curtain aside and stepped from the dressing room. She looked up in time to see the previously perturbed mother talking to her husband. The racks of clothes separating them didn't prevent Beth from overhearing her explain that she only wanted to try on a couple of dresses, and that she would be ready to catch up with the kids at the next shop in a few minutes. 

Beth quickly looked back over her shoulder at Ron, who was still staring at her in the doorway, absent-mindedly fondling his once again hardening cock. 

"Jeez Ron, doesn't that thing ever rest? I'll take my time paying, if you need to take care of yourself one more time." Hurriedly scanning the pile of clothing in her arms, Beth grabbed the white panties she had recently tried on. Knowing she had dampened the crotch, she tossed them at Ron's face, "Here, maybe this will help speed things up." 

With that, Beth pulled the curtain closed......almost. Leaving an opening of about an inch, she thought it'd be interesting to see how the mom would react to seeing Ron in the dressing room, stroking his cock. If she got pissed and raised hell, then they'd apologize and get out quick. If not, well, it might be fun to see what she would do. 

Beth took in the couple still talking 20 or so feet away. Her back to Beth, the mom appeared to be in decent shape, her highlighted hair was short, barely coming to her shoulders, and her slender back tapered down to a nicely shaped ass. Beth glanced up to see the husband, not so subtly leering over his wife's shoulder at Beth, or more accurately Beth's nipples. She gave him a flirty smile as she sashayed down the next isle over, after passing his wife, too consumed with the examination of the stitching of each dress to notice Beth, on her way to the changing room. Beth kept the hip sway at maximum intensity until eventually stopping in the lingerie section of the shop.

The husband's eyes continuously darted over to her breasts, even as he fingered the rack of shirts before him. Beth ignored him, also feigning interest in various naughty pieces of sleepwear, while surreptitiously watching his wife, now making her way to the dressing room.

After ushering her 17 year old away from the boy with the bulging shorts, Lil had gotten engrossed in her shopping, temporarily forgetting about the young man with the tight trunks. Her thoughts were now entirely consumed with trying to find a dress sexy enough to entice her husband, but demure enough to be appropriate around her kids.

Holding out the two dresses for inspection, she made her way to the changing room. Lil was less than 5 feet away when she first noticed that the curtain was not quite completely closed. Through the narrow opening, she could see two tanned, muscular legs stretched out across the small room. At this point she immediately recalled the young man, his bulging swim suit and his genuinely embarrassed expression as she had stumbled upon him outside the fitting room. 

She knew the proper thing to do would be to turn and leave until he exited, and as she turned to make her way back to the racks, she saw her husband, blatantly staring at the sexy woman browsing through the lingerie. "Pig," She thought, "if he can ogle someone else, why can't I?" 

Lil turned back and took another silent step toward the curtain, improving her angle and getting a sight she had never expected. 

Ron didn't notice his audience, at least not for a few strokes. Eventually, however, he glanced at himself in the mirror, noting how his cock was jutting from the lacy panties, once again rock hard and pulsing beneath his snug grip. Then, at the edge of the mirror, he noticed the shuffling pink tennis shoes beneath the curtain. His first reaction was that Beth must have decided to stay and peek at him, but from the recess of his mind, he extracted the vision of Beth walking up the gangplank to the ship, and the way her legs had looked so sexy in her strappy little sandals............not tennis shoes.

He ceased the steady pumping of his right hand, as he contemplated how he should react. The thought of a strange woman watching him jack off caused a fresh wave of sexual adrenaline to pulse through his body, and most noticeably, his cock. He tried to discreetly steal another look in the mirror, and ever so briefly caught a glimpse of the lady, at once recognizing her as the woman that had seemed so offended when he exited the changing room earlier. Growing increasingly confident in the appeal his obviously impressive penis held for the opposite sex, Ron made the decision to continue and put on a masturbatory show for his audience. 

From across the room, Beth took note of the way the lady repositioned herself for a better look. She decided to further distract the husband, and give his wife the time to embrace the voyeuristic opportunity. Beth, for the first time, allowed herself to make eye contact with the husband. "Excuse me, I am really sorry to bother you, but, well, I think I really need a man's opinion. Would you be so kind as to help me out over here?" And with that, the voyeur's husband would not give his wife a second thought for the next 10 minutes or so, as Beth held up various articles of sexy lingerie against her body, eliciting his thoughts on the pros and cons of each outfit. 

Ron couldn't believe it, but his view to the mirror told him the woman peering through the curtain had moved even closer. He was quickly feeling his balls begin to pull tight, preparing for his second orgasm in the last ten minutes. He tried to slow down, wanting to prolong this unexpected opportunity to display himself to a complete stranger. As his firm grip on his shaft slowed to a steady tugging motion, Ron allowed his mind to try and comprehend exactly how bizarre this was for him. Only a few short days ago he would never have dreamed he would be flaunting his penis so brazenly on this trip. But thanks to being thrust into the unbelievable exploits of first Amy and now Beth, the thrill he experienced from exhibiting himself was undeniable. Knowingly allowing this woman to watch him jack off was sending adrenaline coursing through his body, and he was forced to try and control the way he was literally shivering from the excitement of it all, even his teeth beginning to chatter as his fist again picked up speed. 

Likewise, Lil had never experienced anything like this herself. She was the PTA mom, Sunday school teacher and never one to even where a two piece swim suit to the country club pool. A few days on the island, seeing virtually every other female, some with much worse bodies than her own, flaunting themselves on the beach in tiny bikinis, she had succumbed to Mike's request that she dress a little more sexy while on this vacation. She hadn't been quite able to go for the two-piece just yet, but a sexy flirty dress had seemed doable. But now, here she was, her Christian values and sexy dress, both forgotten as she deliberately spied on a young man pleasuring himself with a pair of white panties wrapped around his incredibly large penis. 

She told herself she would have turned and left him to his own perversions, but for the immense size of his organ. Lil certainly didn't have much experience with penises, as Mike had been her first and only lover. One of her high school girlfriends once showed her a Penthouse magazine she'd found in her dad's closet, and there had been one pictorial including a man, and they had been entranced by the hard penis, but having been the first she'd ever seen, she didn't view it through the spectrum of being particularly big or small. Then years later, when she'd finally allowed Mike to show her his, she didn't even think of the long forgotten Penthouse images. But now, knowing very well how Mike's manhood compared, or perhaps better said, didn't compare to this boy's thick slab of flesh towering between his legs, Lil just couldn't manage to tear her eyes away. 

Lil realized her body was responding to the sight before her. She suddenly felt flush all over, but particularly between her legs. The dampness there was unmistakable. Even more disturbing to her, she found herself licking her lips, wondering what it would be like to suck on such a big penis. Mike had long ago convinced her to go down on him. She had protested it as being unnatural, and not what a proper Christian lady would do, but eventually she had given in. She basically made Mike beg for her to do it, and she acted appropriately resistant to comply each time, but one of her best kept secrets was that she really enjoyed doing it. Having Mike's hard penis in her mouth, pulsing at the touch of her tongue and lips turned her on like nothing else. She wasn't quite sure if it was the taboo nature of the act, or the power she felt at having him beg her for it, but whatever it was, she had never confessed to him how much she enjoyed it. Admitting it would have meant acknowledging the pleasure in such a sinful act, and she just couldn't envision herself sitting in the church choir on Sundays, looking at Mike in the congregation, with him knowing of her being desirous of such a perverted sex act.

Ron kept a sly eye on the mirror, the lady allowing more and more of her face to appear next to the open curtain, unaware of his clandestine viewing angle. He could see the intensity with which she watched him, and decided to drop the panties so as to give her an even better view. His fist now unobstructed, wrapped around the base of his cock, pressed down firmly against his balls, effectively maximizing the length of exposed shaft visible to her, leading to his purplish and pulsing cock head. Ron couldn't contain the excitement coursing through his body, and as the pre-cum began to stream down over his fingers, he knew another orgasm was fast approaching.

Lil took a brief cautionary glance over her shoulder, remarkably more grateful than upset at the sight of her husband now chatting with the sexy blond. Relieved that she now had a few more minutes to observe the young man in the dressing room, Lil turned her undivided attention back to the sexy sight just beyond the curtain. She was enthralled by the vision of the boy's hand, barely able to encase the thick shaft as he steadily pumped more and more clear ejaculate from the large purplish and pulsing head of his penis. After about 5 or 6 more strokes, Lil noticed the teenager's body stiffen as his hand blurred up and down his glistening manhood. 

She had never even seen her husband masturbate, and to add the taboo of spying on such a young, virile boy, with the biggest penis she'd ever encountered, was affecting Lil's own body in ways usually achieved only when she allowed the hand held shower head to linger over her clitoris. Her knees weakened and she grasped the door frame for support with one hand as her opposite hand dipped with no conscious thought of her own, to press into the crotch of her shorts. At that very moment the boy grunted rather loudly and began to shoot copious amounts of semen across the dressing room floor. Lil was so engrossed, both by the sight before her and her own orgasm beginning to emanate from deep within that she didn't initially register that her inadvertent glance into the full length mirror had revealed the boy's eyes locked onto her. As if her mind was moving in slow motion, her hand kept up its assault between her legs, even as the realization that she may have been spied sank into her lust filled brain. She jerked her hand back away from her shorts, stepped back from the curtain, but at the same time looked to the mirror to hopefully confirm her covertness had remained intact. 

Ron had managed to comprehend the fact that the lady may have seen him in the mirror, even as he continued to stroke himself to completion. Not sure as to whether to keep staring at her in the mirror, he decided the best, safest thing to do was behave as if he thought he was in total privacy. He immediately looked back down to examine his own cock, still long and thick, but now beginning to soften slightly in his cum drenched hand.

Lil was relieved to see the boy was not looking into the mirror. Maybe he never did see her, and it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. Taking one more quick glance to the mirror, she again confirmed he was interested only in his own body, and told herself once again that her sinful act of lust and voyeurism had gone unnoticed. Quickly Lil composed herself, turned and went to join her husband and the object of his attention near the lingerie racks across the store.

Beth immediately toned down the flirting as the wife came toward them. Mike noticed her flushed demeanor, and her apparent disinterest in the fact he was helping another woman pick out her lingerie. Her unusual disposition both relieved and surprised him. He wondered why she would be so scattered as to barely acknowledge his introduction to the sexy stranger standing next to him, but he knew better than to get into the "what have you been doing" exchange, and was thankful for whatever it was that had diverted her attention.

Beth wanted to prolong this little experiment to see how Lil would react when Ron joined them. It only took one suggestion to Mike that they join them to meet Sue at the corner café for an early lunch, and he had them committed before Lil could push the image of Ron's penis from her mind long enough to object. By the time Beth and Ron collected all the items Sue intended for them to buy with Dave's Amex card, the Morgans were already seated outside at the Sunset Café. 

Beth let Leslie run Dave's American Express card through for about $2,400 worth of sexy clothing, and as Leslie had hoped, she managed to slip her a couple of 20s when no one else was watching, as a well earned thank you for assisting in their morning fun. 

Beth had instructed Ron to put his baggy cargo shorts back on, and as they took the short stroll up the boardwalk decided she needed to at least try and keep him as off kilter as best she could, given the circumstances, by saying, "Ron, about what happened back there..."

"Pretty hot, huh?" He interrupted, beaming like the excited teenager he was. 

Beth was afraid of this. If he gained too much confidence, she was afraid he'd eventually be too aggressive with Pam, and while she wasn't completely sure how that might play out, she was sure it wouldn't let her orchestrate things to bring her recurring fantasies to fruition. "Look, just because you have pushed me into a couple of situations where I succumbed to my baser instincts, it doesn't mean that we will be doing that again. Let's be honest with ourselves, we both know how wrong your behavior was, don't we?"

She looked over to Ron, trying to gage his reaction. Beth was glad to see the unbridled excitement was now gone from his face as she pushed on, "I admit, I like to dress a little sexy, and I guess you might even call me somewhat of a tease," Beth confessed the obvious to Ron, "so I can see why you respond to me, and even relate as to why you might like to show off a little bit too. But really, you have to get yourself under control. If Pam gets any inkling of what you just did to me back there, I can very easily see her calling your father, and even telling Amy."

A pale hue fell across Ron's face at Beth's last admonition. "But I heard you and Pam, that day on the beach. She, well you know, she seemed to kind of, well, this is kind of embarrassing, but she was talking about my dick and you told her to tease me.........so why would she get mad?"

Beth wasn't sure how much of this Ron would buy into, but he was still young and inexperienced, plus sheltered and naïve by nature, so she decided to forge full steam ahead and see if it would stick. "Ron, honey." Beth spoke sweetly as she stopped walking and took his hands in hers. "I've known Pam for a long time. She is nothing like me when it comes to, uh, shall we say, being comfortable with her sexuality. I have a much more liberal viewpoint on sex and kind of going with the flow. To Pam, teasing you would be wearing a low cut top, or maybe a shorter than normal skirt. Teasing to Pam is way different than what I consider teasing."

"Plus, what you did back there was not just teasing. I'll confess, I was trying to have a little harmless fun by having you help me with the dress, but I never intended to let things go so far. If that lady hadn't scared you back into the dressing room, nothing more would have happened. Pam would never, ever do something so bold, especially with her daughter's boyfriend. You saw the way she almost sent you home after you decided to drop you towel in front of her last night didn't you?"

"But I didn't mean to drop..."

"Don't try to backtrack from what you did....I was there and saw what happened." Beth said in a sharp, disciplinary tone, cutting him off in mid sentence. "I've seen the way you look at Pam, and I think you need to remember that she is Amy's mom, and she won't give you another chance like I have if you cross the line we've discussed. Do you understand?"

Plummeting from the high of just having fucked the sexy woman now still holding his hand, to being thoroughly chastised, and threatened with exposure to Amy, or probably worse, his father, Ron's befuddled brain just wasn't up to debating Beth on any of this. He realized he hadn't even thought about Amy for the past hour or so, and the guilt began to creep into his thoughts. Unable to sort through all this while standing there holding Beth's hand, he tried to focus on her words, but her nipples jutting against her peach colored blouse seemed to be the only thing his eyes would focus on. He wanted nothing more than to end this conversation, and nodded his consent, saying, "Okay, I am sorry. I really do love Amy, and I won't do anything to screw that up, I promise."

"Okay, I knew you would be a good boy." Beth breathed into his ear as she gave him a tight hug, her hip pressing firmly into his crotch. "Now let's go have some lunch."

()()()

To say Ron was surprised to see the peeping tom lady at the café would have been an understatement, but when Beth actually directed them over to their table, he thought he might have a stroke. 

Beth tried her best to take in the reaction of both Ron and Lil, and she was impressed by the fact that Lil, probably because she'd had some time to prepare, managed to come across as if nothing had transpired back at the boutique. Of course, had she known Ron had discovered her almost from the start of her peeping, she might have had a more difficult time in facing him.

Ron managed to sit at the opposite end of the table from Lil, and by the time Sue joined them, Beth, Mike and Lil had fallen into a typical "tell me about yourself" conversation, as Ron talked with their kids about their time on the island.

Sue was thankful for the distraction of the Morgan family, for it allowed her to ease back into a better place with Beth without having to address her earlier quick departure, or worse, a discussion of Ron's condition back at the boutique. Even though she had convinced herself that Beth would really have no reason to suspect Sue of having helped the sales girl blatantly tease her son, being able to drop into an active, innocent conversation was a diversion to which Sue was glad to return. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 11



Much to Lil's surprise, the lunch had been interesting, and she even found herself liking Beth, and Sue for that matter, as they carried on a friendly conversation. She couldn't even blame her husband for staring, both women were immensely attractive, each with physiques likely the envy of most every woman they met, and neither the least bit inhibited about flaunting their assets. Lil found herself more envious of their self-confidence than disgusted with their brazenness, actually wishing she had the courage to so obviously go braless in public. 

Ron tried to suppress the awkward feeling he had, knowing all three women had just had varying degrees of sexual interaction with him. Eventually the conversation with the Morgan's three kids managed to push the thoughts of the three ladies from his mind. 

Over the course of lunch, Beth learned that the Morgans were also staying at their resort, and an hour later, as the two groups headed their separate ways, all agreed to look for each other around the hotel. 

()()()

Sue and Beth had made the decision to hang at the resort's beach, so there would be a safe place to leave the shopping bags full of what had recently been Dave's credit line with American Express. "This should send little Davey a not so subtle message about how pissed I was, don't you agree?" Sue laughed as the three dumped several shopping bags of bikinis, lingerie and clothing on the bed. Sue was actually glad the price tag had been so large at the boutique, because even if her hasty exit had resulted in having bought something that would never fit, it would only be a waste of Dave's money, and given his poor behavior back on the ship, that would be just fine with her. 

Ready to move on to some fun in the sun, Beth said, "Let's change, stop by the bar and grab a drink on the way to the beach."

()()()

About one hour, and several margaritas later, the three unlikely companions were in the early stages of an afternoon tequila buzz, comfortably basking in the Caribbean sunshine. Ron couldn't believe he was on the beach with these two incredibly sexy women, one he had actually fucked and the other that might eventually be Amy's stepmother, a totally exotic babe that seemed to enjoy their sexy interaction back at the boutique. 

He was still baffled by Beth and the twisted logic she kept laying on him. It seemed she was completely into the whole exhibitionist thing most of the time, but then if he acted like he was onto her games, she'd get all "church lady" pious on him. Not to mention that she had practically raped him twice now, only to seemingly regret it before she could even get back into her clothes. Her behavior was keeping him guessing as to how to behave, not only around her, but Pam and now Sue as well. He was almost certain Beth wasn't going to bust him to Amy, but he wasn't completely sure how Pam might react if there was another "exposure" incident. She had most definitely come across as genuinely perturbed last night in the hotel room. 

Laying there on the sand, his towel having been wedged by Beth in between her own towel and Sue's, Ron examined his new foam green trunks, the bulge of his surprisingly semi-flaccid penis still unmistakable. Beth was behaving once again in her normal behavior, that is to say dressed as if straight out of a swimsuit calendar, but behaving as if the teeny bikini she wore was the equivalent of a sweat suit. Right on cue, she lifted her arms over her head, stretching her hands upward like it was the most normal thing in the world to do, with no indication at all she was aware of the way her breasts threatened to spill from the bottom edge of the bright orange material, barely big enough to harness her substantial boobs even when she was completely motionless.

Feeling his cock beginning to once again swell and thicken, Ron decided to go cool down in the ocean. He'd use that time away from Sue and Beth to think further about everything that was happening to him on this vacation. Between being perpetually horny, and now without the twisted protection of Amy's presence, he just couldn't seem to think straight.

As Ron headed to the surf, Beth struck up a conversation with Sue, eager to perform the reconnaissance about her and Dave, as requested earlier that morning by Pam.

"So, Sue, how did you come to meet Dave, if you don't mind me asking?"

The margaritas having loosened up her tongue, Sue quickly responded, "We met at work. Dave visits the Doctor's office I work in pretty regularly as part of his sales job. He kept asking me out, and eventually I took him up on it. From there we just seemed to hit it off and ten months later, here we are meeting his daughter and ex for the first time." Sue answered; hoping her displeasure with having to deal with Amy earlier didn't come across to Beth. 

"A doctor's office.........so are you a nurse?"

"Well, yeah, I mean I am working toward my LPN. Dr. Govind doesn't really have me perform much other than taking vitals, and basically assisting him with patient exams and follow ups." Sue answered, somewhat evasively. 

Beth noticed the way Sue seemed to choose her words carefully, and pushed on, "You don't sound that thrilled with your work. I guess most any job can get boring after a while, huh?" Beth's own career as a marriage counselor had taught her how to ask probing, directive questions without the other person even realizing they were being manipulated.

"Far from boring, my job is actually rather, huh, shall we say stimulating." Sue replied while barely suppressing a tiny giggle, the alcohol and earlier sexual serendipity causing her to reveal more than she might normally say. 

"Stimulating huh?" Beth pressed on, "You make that sound interesting. What kind of medicine exactly does your doctor practice anyway?"

"Technically, Dr. Govind is a plastic surgeon, but over the past few years, he has emerged as the premier penis enlargement specialist in Los Angeles. You can imagine the number of wealthy pricks in LA and Hollywood that want to be an even bigger prick." Sue laughed, pleased with her own wit. 

Now she really had Beth's full attention. "Wow, that does sound like a fun work place. So what do you do again......exactly?" 

Sue sat up, her breasts straining pleasantly against her relatively tiny bikini top. "Well, like I said, I mostly take blood pressure, temperature and so forth. But my main job, and while I won't put this on my resume, I do realize that I get paid quite a bit more than more educated nurses, is to look a little sexy, flirt just a little with the male patients, and subtly encourage them to let Dr. Govind help them achieve their full potential as men, if you follow my drift.' 

"Oh my, that sounds like the perfect job for me. Do you get to, well you know, handle the goods?" Beth was completely intrigued to find out more. "Maybe help with the before and after measurements?"

For some reason, Sue felt completely at ease letting Beth know about her job. She didn't let most people even know who she worked for , much less exactly what she did, but Beth's unrestrained sexual aura, the drinks and the fact that they were 3,000 miles from home on an exotic beach, gave Sue the comfort level to tell her more. The fact that Beth would likely tell her boyfriend's ex-wife every word of their conversation didn't register through Sue's alcohol retarded decision making. 

"Yeah, well, as a matter of fact I do. It is never sexual, really, and Dr. Govind is always, always in the room, but I do get to assist in measurement, especially during the post surgery follow ups. Dr. Govind always wants the patient to be pleased with the results of their enlargement, so I usually get to be a little more, shall we say, enamored with them in that exam." 

Beth sat, momentarily stunned. "Wow. I am not sure what to say. So your job is to measure huge cocks every day. Where do I sign up."

"Oh no, to tell the truth, very few of the penises are really large. Typically Dr. Govind can add about an inch or so in length, and some noticeable girth, and most guys that come in start around 4 or 5 inches, so the end result while nice, is not jaw dropping."

"Well, that is too bad, but your job still sounds more fun that being a marriage counselor." Beth admitted. Then, as if suddenly remembering how this conversation began, asked, "So what exactly does Dave sell to your penile enlargement clinic anyway?"

"Oh, that, Dave is a pharmaceutical rep. His firm carries Cialis. The doctor usually prescribes it to the patients as a means of getting more blood flow to the penis to encourage healing, plus a super stiff erection plays well with these guys, helping them be proud of their improved equipment. I'll even confess to you, sometimes we mix in a powdered tablet into a post surgery patient's orange juice they drink after giving blood. Since they fasted prior to coming in for the bloodwork, the powdered Cialis, without the time release coating, gets into their system pretty quickly. Then we make them wait about 40 minutes for the exam, and once I finish "unintentionally" allowing them a few peeks down my slightly inappropriately low cut smock to see my completely inappropriate non-nurse-like lacy bra as I kneel between their legs to perform the measurement for the doctor, they are sporting some very serious wood." 

"My oh my, you just get more interesting by the minute. I have a few guys back home I'd like to slip some of that powdered Cialis." Beth joked.

Sue thought for a few seconds, then said, "If you swear to not tell, I'll let you in on a secret. I brought some on this trip. Dave doesn't know about our little Cialis cocktail we give the patients, I don't want to put him in some sort of ethical bind about his job, but sometimes Dave unknowingly gets a little help, especially when I am in the mood for a really good session." Sue took another long sip of her margarita and reached for her beach bag, to retrieve her small purse. Unzipping one of the side pockets, she pulled out a labeless pill bottle. She kept looking and pulled out an aspirin bottle as well. In no time at all, she had emptied the aspirin and poured in about a third of the powder for Beth. 

"Oh my God! You need some of this too!" Sue nearly squealed. "Dave's company sells this new pill for the ladies. It is called Sensuvive. It is the equivalent of Cialis for women. Between this and the little powder I slip Dave, we are going at it like horny teenagers again!" And with that, she also slipped a dozen or so Sensuvive pills in with the powdered Cialis.

Beth couldn't believe her luck. The remainder of the trip just got much more interesting thanks to Sue's ocean side pharmaceutical disbursement. She was still profusely thanking her as they noticed Ron making his way back from the water.

"Wow, thanks Sue, this is great. I am going to run and hide this in my suitcase right now so I don't screw around and lose it. Keep Ron occupied and I'll be back in a few". Beth said to Sue as she adjusted her suit and headed toward the hotel.

()()()

The cool down in the amazingly clear and calm Caribbean water had allowed Ron some time to assess things. The transformation from being a completely inexperienced and naive teenager, to a more typical "boyfriend" with many of the "backseat perks" that had developed between he and Amy just prior to this trip, to seemingly being cast as the leading man in one sexual adventure after another, had transpired so quickly and effortlessly, his mind was struggling to process it all. 

While he couldn't seem to wrap his brain around it, he did know one thing for sure, he really did love Amy. He was as utterly certain of that as was every teenager experiencing their first "true love". The fact that she had never even entered his mind from the moment he entered the boutique with Beth and Sue was now causing him a considerable amount of guilt. 

Of course, the fact that Amy had developed into some nypho exhibitionist sex goddess, putting them in situations that seemed unimaginable to him only a week ago was helping lessen his remorse. After all, she had practically forced him to molest her own mother just the night before. And even before the trip, Pam had been the subject of many a jerk off session, so it wasn't like he hadn't longed for the opportunity Amy had goaded him into. 

That is where his real confusion came from, Amy. She had put him in so many situations to tease him mercilessly, using both Pam and Beth to drive him crazy, that now, in Amy's absence, Ron didn't quite know what she'd find acceptable or not. He was certain, however, that having sex with Beth would, as Beth stated, be crossing the line as far as Amy was concerned. 

Then there was Beth. She had expertly teased and tormented him, to some degree with Amy's knowledge, to the point she had actually had sex with him twice. As Ron stood there in the waist deep water, his cock once again swelling as his mind flashed with examples of Beth's devious behavior, it didn't take long to conclude that she was definitely getting off on teasing and tempting him. The fact that she wouldn't admit it to him, or maybe even herself, didn't seem to ultimately inhibit the devilish teasing to which she had been subjecting him. Her pattern seemed to be to blame him after the fact in some sort of twisted way to make herself feel less guilty, 

And he had been falling right in line, accepting the blame as part of his guilt for letting happen what he knew wouldn't have if Amy had been there. But what to do. Ron couldn't deny his lust for Beth, Pam, and now Sue. What red-blooded teenager wouldn't be walking around with a perpetual boner while hanging with such sexy women. 

He knew Beth would be his biggest challenge. She had already ensured he'd be on display in the only swim trunks he now had, so hiding his reaction would be next to impossible. As if on cue, the latest wave was pulled back into the ocean, leaving the water level at mid-thigh. He glanced down and saw the way the thin green material literally clung to his cock and balls, essentially leaving nothing to the imagination. The sight of his dick on full display triggered his brain to call for more blood to rush to his crotch, further confirming his growing exhibitionist desires. 

Ron knew he wanted to show off. He wanted to have them lust for his big cock as much as he lusted for their incredible bodies, and he also knew he'd be playing with fire. He wanted to be true to Amy more than anything, but then again, he was pretty certain Amy would be okay with some degree of teasing. She'd practically forced him into it this entire trip. But he also knew he would have to refrain from any action to move beyond any plausibly deniable exhibitionism on his part, especially any forwardness toward Pam. Saying or doing the wrong thing to Amy's mom, no matter the situation, could be disastrous. 

In his inexperienced mind, Ron settled on a plan. He decided that maybe, if he finds himself in another tempting scenario, he should kind of play along, and act as innocent as he could, not really acknowledging the sexual nature of the situation. He'd get to show off and be a tease himself, but hopefully if he didn't get aggressive, thing would play out without going too far. Rationalizing to himself that this was an acceptable plan, Ron decided to exit the concealment of the water and rejoin the ladies on the beach.

So, emboldened by his new resolve to deal with the temptation that awaited him on the beach, Ron positioned his fat cock across his balls and thigh so as to maximize the image he would portray. He then exited the concealment of the rolling waves and strolled slowly back up the warm sand to join the two incredibly sexy women bracketing his beach towel. He knew the light green trunks were now clinging indecently to his semi swollen package. Even with his newly self admitted desire to be on display, he couldn't deny that the double takes he was getting from the college girls as he headed past them to join Beth and Sue was providing him with mixed emotions. On one hand, he felt like a deviant pervert for being on such blatant display, but on the other, the overwhelming, undeniable, sexual excitement coursing through his veins seemed to drive him onward, just as it had increasingly won out each time Amy had contrived ways to show off his seemingly perpetually swollen penis over the past few days. And now, after this morning's events, Ron began to accept that the exhilaration from flaunting his, as he now realized, obviously larger than normal cock, was winning the battle against the deeply ingrained, but ever crumbling modesty with which he had been raised. As he watched Beth strut toward the hotel, Sue looked over his way as she began to apply some more Hawaiian Tropic to the already bronzed portion of each breast escaping from all sides of the snug purple bikini. Ron realized his new resolve to "unknowingly" put himself on display while continuing to act as a clueless teenager, and yet not sport an immediate boner, might prove to be more difficult than he imagined. 

As he got closer to Sue, and despite her eyes being hidden behind designer shades, Ron was certain that her vision was locked onto his wet and clingy trunks. He stopped just at her feet, grabbed a spare towel and began to vigorously dry his hair, excited by the way he could feel his cock and balls sway beneath the snug material. Knowing Sue was stealing prolonged peeks at his cock only made him grown longer and thicker. It was an enormous turn on to see such a sexy older woman ogle him yet again, and almost at once Ron began to slowly grow hard beneath his trunks. To conceal his pending tell tale excitement, he eased down onto the blanket, just as the intoxicating coconut aroma of Sue's glistening skin assaulted yet another of his sexually responsive senses. 

*** As Beth passed the bar on the way to the hotel room, a deliciously devious idea came to her, and she ordered three rum daiquiris to take with her to the room. Once safely inside she carefully slipped a pinch, then two, of the Cialis into what would be Ron's drink. She then took two of the Sensuvive tablets and crushed them up as finely as she could in a bowl, with the back side of a spoon. It took several minutes more than she had hoped, but most of the tablets were ground fine enough to mix into Sue's drink. 

"Well, let's just see how this stuff works...." And Beth took one complete pill herself before heading back to the beach, drinks in hand.

Ron and Sue were glad to have the fresh drinks, and Beth slipped back down to lie on her stomach, her bubbly ass barely covered by the tiny orange bikini bottoms. She was relieved that Sue didn't seem to suspect her of doctoring the fruity concoction, and glad to see Ron so blatantly displaying his obviously semi-swollen cock beneath the clingy trunks.

Sue had found herself somewhat confused as to Beth's apparent disinterest in the way her son was so obviously on display in the nearly indecent trunks they had bought at the boutique. Of course, Beth herself had put on one of the tinier bikinis Sue had ever seen someone wear to the beach, so maybe near public nudity just wasn't a big deal to her. As Ron lay stretched out on his back, his impressive package emerging from his groin and demanding attention, Sue was glad Beth's nonchalance was affording her the opportunity to admire her teenage son lying next to her on the beach blanket. 

In the sweltering heat, all three drinks went quickly. Sue managed to carry on a sporadic conversation with Beth and Ron, even as she continued to steal glances at his seemingly never shrinking penis. Sue's gaze was interrupted when the smoldering summer sun was suddenly replaced by a shadow falling across most of each of their bodies. She and Ron looked up at about the same time, greeted with the sight of two, what looked to be, college aged girls. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 11



"Hi, you're Ron, right? Shannon asked, then continued on before Ron could respond. We met your girlfriend and you at the pool yesterday, remember? Where is, what was her name, Tammy?"

"Uh, Amy, her name was Amy." Ron replied, noticing the way both girls' eyes were darting from his face to his still damp swim suit. 

About this time, Beth turned onto her side, haphazardly holding the recently untied bikini top across her breasts. She was pretty sure these girls were the same two from the bathroom window that first night on the island. Given the show they had shared while peering into the tiny bathroom, Beth was not at all surprised to see that they had finally been able to track Ron down.

"Hi, I think we met earlier too," Beth interjected. "I'm Beth, this is Sue, and I guess you already know Ron." 

"I'm Shannon, and this is Courtney. Sorry to bother you guys, but we were combing the beach to recruit kids for the contests getting ready to start up at our pool." Shannon answered, eyeing Beth appreciably.

"Yeah, we need one more guy for our team, you want to help us out Ron?" Courtney asked. 

"Uh, I don't know." Ron answered, deciding that if Amy found out he had anything to do with these two, she'd be pissed. 

"You should do it honey," Beth chimed in, "It might be fun. What type of contest is it?"

Courtney, taking the lead, answered, "Oh, you know, just some crazy relay races and stuff. It should be fun, plus there are prizes from the sponsors."

"Um, .....I just don't think........." Ron tried to come up with a good reason to decline, but as he stammered out his excuse, Shannon grabbed one wrist and Courtney the other.

"Don't be silly, you're coming with us, it will be fun." And with that, Ron was pulled up to stand next to the two co-eds, his decision made for him. 

"You go on with the girls Ron, Sue and I will come up in a few minutes to watch the games." Beth said, giving her blessing to his departure. Watching the tiny thong clad asses of Shannon and Courtney escort Ron up the beach toward the resort pool, Beth hoped she'd made the right call in sending Ron with two such sexy little hard bodies.

*

More To Come...

Sneak Peek to Chapter 12......

.......Ron had never taken a shot of tequila, or a shot of anything else for than matter, but as he bit into the lemon wedge, and the sour fruit subdued the after taste of the shot, he decided it wasn't too bad. As the tequila began to swim around in his brain, the sexy hostess strolled up and down the line of contestants, passing out what appeared to be an extremely oversized pillow case, along with a small plastic bag. 

"So that each team will have the same opportunity to gather the balls, each boy must be wearing the same trunks, and since there is no where for them to change, we are providing you your own privacy curtain." The sexy hostess exclaimed. "So when I say 'Go', you should each pull the bag over your heads and change.......but first, to make things a little more interesting, we must make a couple of adjustments."

The crowd again roared their approval, despite the fact they had no idea as to what lay ahead. Ron, even though he was rapidly feeling the tequila shot, effectively topping off the earlier drinks on the beach, was growing increasingly nervous about this contest into which he had been drafted. 

"I would like the females to remove the contents of your bag, and secure your boy-toy's hands behind his back," came the command from leather girl. Any mock protests by the guys were quickly put to rest by her authoritative voice and prodding riding crop. 

Ron rather quickly found himself in the same predicament as the other 3 boys in the contest, his wrists handcuffed together behind his back, unable to shield his bulging swim suit from the gaze of the boisterous crowd. Hilda continued with her instructions for the game, but Ron was more concerned with his steadily growing cock, and its increasingly obscene protrusion against his trunks.

Chapter 12 almost complete......should be posted soon.



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 12



"You go on with the girls Ron, Sue and I will come up in a few minutes to watch the games." Beth said, giving her blessing to his departure. Watching the tiny thong clad asses of Shannon and Courtney escort Ron up the beach toward the resort pool, Beth hoped she'd made the right call in sending Ron with two such sexy little hard bodies.

So Ron is Amy's boyfriend? I thought Pam told Dave that they weren't dating." Sue asked almost as soon as Ron and the college girls were out of earshot. 

Realizing their lie had been exposed, Beth responded in an effort to downplay the relationship, "Well, they really just started 'dating', if you can call it that, a couple of weeks ago. But Pam didn't want Dave to get all freaked out about Amy having her boyfriend on vacation, so she told a little white lie. You won't tell Dave will you?"

"No. If you will keep my Cialis a secret, I can certainly return the favor. Plus I understand how protective Dave is of Amy" Sue responded. She liked Beth and didn't want to betray her trust, but her impression back on the boat of Amy had been one of a manipulative little teenager that had only recently figured out the secret of controlling men, including her own father. Knowing Ron was Amy's boyfriend might prove to be an interesting piece of knowledge before this trip was over.

"The drinks are probably making me talk now, but....well, if Dave saw Ron in those trunks, and knew he was dating Amy, he'd sure enough freak out." Sue said, feeling a growing heat beneath her bikini bottoms, yet trying to make a mild joke of the situation. "Sorry, I know I am talking about your son, but ......wow, I mean no wonder those college girls picked him to join them at the pool."

The pause in the conversation as Beth tried to figure out the best way to respond was interpreted by Sue as Beth having been offended by her comment. "Um, I am so sorry, I just got a little carried away there, I shouldn't talk about Ron that way."

"Don't worry about it, I mean, you look at coc, er penises for a living, I can't expect you not to notice Ron's. If the roles were reversed, I am sure I'd be thinking the same things you are, if not worse." Beth replied, wanting to keep Sue at ease. " I consider myself a 'hip' mom, but stumbling upon the revelation that your son is hung like a porn star is more challenging to deal with than I thought. I am trying to play it cool, and I sure couldn't make him change from the new trunks after I had you and the sales girl agree to encourage him to buy them. I am even wearing one of my tiniest bikinis is some sort of twisted show of support for him to feel comfortable so exposed in public like he is." Beth continued with her manipulative lies.

Before Sue could further the conversation, they heard the PA system by the pool announce the beginning of the games. 

Beth stood, grabbed her by the hand and said, "Come on, let's go see what's going on at the pool. We need to stop talking about all this sexy stuff anyway, I think the tequila has taken control of our minds as it is, so we should change the subject before one of us says something to really embarrass ourselves."

()()()

By the time the two half drunk and completely horny women reached the pool area, still wearing only their new skimpy bikinis, it was packed with partying college students, all crowding around the pool for the best view of a temporary stage that had been erected for the games. 

Beth and Sue used their considerable sex appeal to squeeze past the assortment of jocks and partying frat boys making up more than half the crowd. After numerous lewd comments and more than a few not so subtle gropes, they were right up front.

They could not see Ron or the two girls, but after only a few moments, a stunning raven-haired girl emerged from behind the screen across the back of the stage. She was wearing leather hot pants that laced up the front, leather thigh high, spike heeled boots, and a matching black leather bustier, which displayed her ample cleavage. Her shiny hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail. All in all, she presented a rather imposing vision. Only then did Sue nudge Pam, pointing to a sign that indicated the sponsors of the contest were a web site called bound4plzr.com and one of the big tequila companies.

The leather clad girl began to work the crowd, "Hello my little play things! I am Hilda!" She barked into the microphone in a not too bad fake German accent. She produced a riding crop from one of the tables of props behind her and began to stroll along the edge of the stage, taunting those within reach with the crop. "Who wants to be my slave for the evening?" 

The crowd erupted as most every male and numerous females seemed to be volunteering for the assignment. 

"I don't think anyone here has the stamina." She laughed, "All this leather is making me all hot and bothered." She continued, dipping her hand just inside the waist of her black shorts. The crowd exploded once again. "Enough about my problems, let's get on with our fun, and see if anyone else can be made into an obedient slave for me today. Our first game today is called Blue Balls.........let's meet the slaves in waiting."

Ron, Courtney, Shannon and the other contestants filed onto the stage, all still wearing only the bathing suits in which they had been attired when recruited from the beach. The crowd began to woof and whistle, as most all of the girls had obviously been selected for their curvaceous bodies proudly displayed in less than modest bikinis. 

Sue thought that Ron looked noticeably uneasy standing there between the two attractive co-eds. The penis that had been such the topic of conversation just moments ago seemed to be a little frightened as well. Rather than the can't-tear-your-eyes-away-bulge displayed on the beach, his trunks now snugly displayed just enough to warrant a second look, without screaming out that he was hung like a horse. 

"Very goot!" exclaimed the leather babe, interrupting Sue's wandering mind. "The object of our contest is for each team to gather as many pink ping pong balls from the pool as they can, and to collect only two blue balls."

As she continued to explain the rules, Sue was diverted by the not-too-accidental friction coming from a short, body builder type standing directly behind her. Her first inclination was to pull away, but already pressed up against the stage, she had no where to go. He wasn't being too aggressive, but was managing to randomly rub his apparently hardening penis against her ass. The events of the day seemed to have her ripe for the uninvited stimulation being directed her way. So, feeling increasingly naughty and horny, Sue decided to have some fun, and while never acknowledging his presence, would occasionally ever so slightly push her toned ass back into the college boy's crotch. 

Beth failed to notice Sue's rather discreet dalliance, instead focusing intently as the events on the stage progressed. All the contestants were waiting to down the tequila shots generously supplied by the contest sponsors. 

Ron had never taken a shot of tequila, or a shot of anything else for than matter, but as he bit into the lemon wedge, and the sour fruit subdued the after taste of the shot, he decided it wasn't too bad. As the tequila began to swim around in his brain, the sexy hostess strolled up and down the line of contestants, passing out what appeared to be an extremely over sized pillow case, along with a small plastic bag. 

"So that each team will have the same opportunity to gather the balls, each boy must be wearing the same trunks, and since there is no where for them to change, we are providing you your own privacy curtain." The sexy hostess exclaimed. "So when I say 'Go', you should each pull the bag over your heads and change.......but first, to make things a little more interesting, we must make a couple of adjustments."

The crowd again roared their approval, even thought they had no idea as to what lay ahead. Ron, even though he was rapidly feeling the tequila shot, effectively topping off the earlier drinks on the beach, was growing increasingly nervous about this contest into which he had been drafted. 

"I would like the females to remove the contents of your bag, and secure your boy-toy's hands behind his back," came the command from leather girl. Any mock protests by the guys were quickly put to rest by her authoritative voice and prodding riding crop. 

Ron rather quickly found himself in the same predicament as the other 3 boys in the contest, his wrists handcuffed together behind his back, unable to shield his bulging swim suit from the gaze of the boisterous crowd. Hilda continued with her instructions for the game, but Ron was more concerned with his steadily growing cock, and its increasingly obscene protrusion against his trunks.

Before he realized what was happening, one of Hilda's assistants had confined Courtney and Shannon by having them wrap their arms around his waist, then handcuffing Shannon's right wrist to Courtney's left, and vice versa. The end result was that the two girls on each team encircled their "boy toy" with their arms, their bound wrists ensuring that they must work in tandem for the remainder of the competition.

As Courtney and Shannon stood on each side of Ron, their ensnared hands now dangerously close to both his ass and his crotch, Shannon leaned into his arm, the warm skin of her breasts pressing into him, and whispered, "Looks like you are having fun."

She motioned with her head to his protruding trunks, just as Courtney allowed her hand to give his rather obvious cock head a quick but firm squeeze. Ron looked to the crowd, hoping that no one was really taking notice of his unmistakable excitement. To his dismay, numerous onlookers, both male and female were openly pointing at his erection. Most were laughing and giggling, although more than a couple of girls stared intently with facial expressions denoting both disbelief and lustful curiosity. Included in the later group were Beth, and Amy's likely step-mother to be, Sue.

The boy behind Sue had become more persistent, and she could now tell he was completely hard, as he randomly rubbed his dick against her ass. It was obvious to her that his penis was much smaller than Ron's. Even as she gazed up to the stage at Ron's bulging trunks, she imagined how it might feel to have something so big and hard pressing against her ass, and she ground back a little more noticeably into her lucky admirer's crotch.

Beth felt slightly bad for Ron, but then again, how sorry could she feel for a boy with a cock his size, and two sexy co-eds eagerly groping him without regard to their surroundings. Beth continued to observe Ron and the way he stood their helplessly handcuffed, and her mind began to modify some of her recurring fantasies she had been planning to fulfill during the remainder of their trip together. 

Several of Hilda's helpers came out and handed one of the girls a pair of white trunks, then placed the over sized bag over each threesome's head, letting it drop down to just below their knees. 

As they did so, Hilda continued with her instruction for the contest, "Now, when I say go, you are to remove your boy toy's trunks, and assist him into the ones you have been given. As soon as you have done that, remove your bag and quickly proceed into the pool, where you are to retrieve as many balls as possible in the time allotted, and stuff them into your boy toy's trunks, but remember, only two blue balls. Ready......Set........Go!"

The filtered light penetrating the cloth material allowed the three teammates decent visibility as the girls began their task of getting Ron changed into the provided trunks.

"Okay, Shannon," Courtney instructed, "You slip around and pull down from the rear, and I'll take the front."

"No fair!" Shannon protested, "if you get the front taking them off, we should switch places to get the new shorts on."

Courtney agreed, and as they maneuvered the ¼ turn round Ron's body, she added, "we have to be quick though, if we're going to win the contest, so don't get distracted, okay?"

Both girls giggled their agreement, even as they made every effort to rub their near naked bodies against Ron as they repositioned themselves for the task at hand. They quickly grasped the waistband of the foam green trunks and began to tug them downward. In only a matter of seconds, Ron's cock sprang free and slapped against Courtney's well toned abs. 

"Umm, that feels nice, and so damn big!" Courtney stated as she steadily slid her body down against Ron and his now rock hard cock. Shannon was doing the same behind him, his cuffed hands feeling first her bikini covered crotch and now her full, soft tits as she squatted to pull the trunks further down his legs. Courtney continued her decent, as first her own rather impressive boobs raked across Ron's erection and then her face did the same. She kept up her end of the task, pushing her hands, and therefore Ron's trunks, further down, past his knees and calves. Her mouth, however, began a much more exciting, albeit brief, undertaking as she kissed and licked up the shaft of the granite hard cock bouncing against her face. Just as she managed to plant a kiss on the engorged head, Shannon helped Ron slip his feet from the trunks and exclaimed that it was time to rotate positions. 

Ron was at a loss for words throughout the entire ordeal. It was all happening so fast, he didn't know how to respond, or if he should protest, and as Courtney had begun using her lips and tongue to toy with his dick, protesting quickly became the last thing on his mind.

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Beth and Sue watched as Shannon and Courtney began to undress Ron beneath the over sized white bag. 

The fact that the bag stopped at around knee level meant that as the girls for each team crouched down to remove the trunks, their bodies from about mid-back down came into view. Their barely there bikini bottoms offered the audience a sexy image as they tugged away the only clothing each boy was wearing. 

"Oh my God!" Sue blurted out, "Look how they scooted around, one of them has her face right in his crotch!" 

Beth had indeed noticed, adding, "That little tramp is unbelievable, look at the way her head is moving under the cloth, it looks like she's giving him a blowjob!" 

Almost immediately, the sexy asses beneath the sheet began to shift around, until the girls had changed places. It was obvious that the new girl resumed with the oral attack on Ron's cock as the girl in the rear attempted to coordinate their bound hands to help him step into the new, white trunks. 

Ron was amazed at the boldness of Shannon and Courtney. Shannon didn't hesitate, immediately stretching her lips wide, managing to wrap them around his pulsing and swollen cock head, all he while assisting Courtney is tugging the new trunks up his legs. All in all, his dick was in her mouth no more than 7 or 8 seconds. As they pulled the rather tight shorts up past his cum filled balls to the base of his dick, she allowed him to slip from her lips with an audible 'pop'. The new trunks were pulled up and over as much of Ron's swollen cock as possible, but an inch of so of shaft and the entire purplish head continued to jut up from the tight material. Just before her hands were forced to follow Courtney's as she began to raise the bag up and over their bodies, Shannon managed to grasp Ron's cock and tuck it safely over at an angle so that his pulsing head was trapped just beneath the snug waistband of the shorts. 

Ron's cock covered, but hardly concealed, he and the girls began their awkward shuffle to the steps leading down the stage and into the pool. Courtney and Shannon were now back on each side of Ron, their handcuffed wrists ensuring that each had one hand positioned across his crotch. The crowd whooped and screamed as the girls obviously began to grope and massage Ron's substantial bulge, in an exaggerated display of trying to conceal his package. Ron could feel his face flushing with embarrassment, and tried to hurry the girls along to the added concealment of the pool water. 

As the threesome eventually submerged themselves in the waist deep water, Ron's embarrassment lessened, due mostly to the concealment the water offered, but also due to the alcohol induced lust-filled pride at possessing an obviously impressive cock and having two sexy college girls practically raping him in front of an approving crowd. Seeing the way Beth and Sue, not to mention several other co-eds, ogled him as they shuffled to the pool helped to fuel Ron's brain with sexual yearnings that once again successfully purged any guilt related to Amy far from his thoughts. 

Sue had turned to watch the action in the pool, thus breaking the not-so-subtle contact with the horny young man behind her. She made eye contact with him for the first time since he had begun to press his hard penis against her ass. He was cute, in a drunken frat guy sort of way, and the lustful look in his eye was unmistakable. Sue saw the way he was unabashedly admiring her barely covered breasts, and thought for a moment he was actually going to reach out and grab them. She was on the verge of welcoming such a bold move, but was just sober enough to know that it would ultimately be a bad idea. . 

Sue was incredibly horny, both from the bump and grind of her admirer, and from watching Ron and his enormous cock being groped and displayed on the stage. She had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock, even though it was obviously smaller than Ron's, pressing against her ass, but knew her avoidance of any further groping was the right decision. She also knew that he would be back for more as soon as they followed the action back to the stage. 

Once in the water, Courtney and Shannon became less focused on Ron's cock and more intent on gathering the ping pong balls floating around them. They eventually came to a synchronized pattern of gathering as many balls as possible, and stuffing them into Ron's stretchy trunks. And even though the girl's hands didn't linger over his cock, they did seem to concentrate their efforts on forcing the buoyant balls down around his still semi-swollen dick. 

After only 5 minutes, Hilda signaled that the contestants must stop gathering ping pong balls and return to the stage. 

Back on the stage, each team stood awaiting further instruction from their mistress, Hilda. Each boy stood there in his tight white trunks, his own bulge at least partially hidden by the many ping pong balls that had been stuffed down around his cock and balls by his ever-so-eager teammates. 

"Zis is goot!" Hilda proclaimed in her best pseudo mistress accent, as she deliberately strolled past each team, running her riding crop over the misshapen trunks of each boy. "You have successfully completed part 1 of our contest." 

She went on to explain that each team must now remove only the red balls from their boy's swim suit. The team to produce the most red balls while allowing two blue balls to remain in place would be the winner. Her assistants began to unfasten the handcuffs binding the girls to each other, only to confine their hands once again behind their back, and direct all three members of each team to step into a small kiddie pool that was provided to catch the ping pong balls as they were set free. 

"The only other rule is that you must retrieve the balls without using your hands. You have two minutes........GO!"

Courtney and Shannon looked briefly at each other, then to Ron, and quickly realized what was expected of them. They dropped to their knees and each pressed their faces firmly against the lumpy front of Ron's tight white trunks. The still damp, thin fabric allowed them to distinguish the red from blue balls. They were taking great pleasure in running their nose, chin and especially their mouths over Ron's balls and once again rock hard cock as they pushed ball after ball over the waist band of his trunks and into the small plastic pool in which they were kneeling. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 12



At the end of two minutes, Ron's cock was granite hard, protruding obscenely in his white trunks, as he stood exposed to the crowd with his hands still cuffed behind his back. Their team was determined to have the most red balls in their pool. 

Hilda approached Ron, eying his bulging cock as she spoke. "We appear to have a winner, but first your Mistress must confirm you have not violated the rules." Hilda exclaimed as she playfully swatted Ron's ass, the suddenness of her actions causing him to thrust his hips, and therefore his cock toward the crowd. As the shouts and applause in support of Hilda's actions died down, she continued, "Let me confirm how many blue balls remain in the boy toy's shorts."

Hilda began to lightly guide the crop around Ron's misshapen crotch, deliberately tracing up and down the obvious outline of his granite-like shaft. As the crowd exploded with unbridled encouragement, she gave Ron's cock a gentle, yet firm swat with the riding crop. 

Ron jumped instinctively, even as Hilda barked "My slave will remain motionless while I conduct the examination! Any movement is strictly Verboten!! Must I further restrict you for complete compliance?!?" Again the crowd responded affirmatively, even as Ron shook his head to convince the mistress of his cooperation. 

"Very well, I vill allow you von more chance to be a proper boy toy, now let me confirm the color of your balls." Hilda spoke slowly, looking to the raucous audience for encouragement as her hand began to tenderly grope the front of Ron's shorts. 

Ron did his best not to move, even as Hilda increased the urgency of her groping hands. Finally, she turned to Courtney and Shannon, yet speaking so that all could hear, said to her assistant, "Come to me with tequila shots for each of us, all must have some liquid courage as we confirm the winning team!"

After Ron was essentially forced to down another shot of tequila, Hilda directed the two coeds to stand on each side of her, all three only a foot in front of Ron and for the first time shielding him from the gawking crowd. 

Losing the fake dominatrix accent, and speaking at a level so that only Shannon, Courtney and Ron could hear, "Hilda" stepped closer to Ron, her lips only a few inches from his face and said, "You're packing quite the tool there, aren't you sport? You having fun flaunting that big thing for all these horny girls today?" The entire time she spoke, her hands softly traced along the outline created by Ron's excitement, as much to torment the two girls as Ron, as they remained unable to free their hands to join the "mistress" as they longed to do. 

She continued in her steady voice, "Stand close girls and we'll see if he has two blue balls." Hilda then pulled the waistline of Ron's shorts away from his flat abs, steadily revealing first his purplish head, then steel hard shaft of his cock. She teasingly allowed her fingernails to trace down the granite shaft until her hands could grasp the blue ping pong balls that were nestled against his own figuratively blue balls. She extracted the balls, again prolonging the friction as she rolled them up against Ron's cock as she slowly pulled the balls free of his shorts. 

Before turning to face the crowd, she directed his cock head over so that is was sufficiently, if barely, concealed behind the elastic waist band of the still damp shorts. "I present to you, the winning slave-boy's balls!!!" she exclaimed, holding the ping pong balls up as if they were the spoils awarded the victor after a gallant battle. The crowd's roar devolved into some noticeable whoops and laughter as Hilda moved aside so that all could see the unmistakable protrusion jutting up from Ron's crotch. 

"Now, free the losers and remove them from my sight, while I take the winning team to my dungeon for their reward!" Hilda barked at no one in particular. Again the drunken audience reacted as she led Ron and the girls from the stage, alternately swatting the barely covered asses of Shannon and Courtney. The next game host quickly entered the stage to introduce the erotic banana eating contest, knowing she had a hard act to follow.

Hilda led the handcuffed trio to the logo emblazoned RV parked in the lot just around the corner of the building nearest the pool. "Here, we can go in here were it is cool and get you the prize packages." She said matter-of-factly as she unlocked the door and held it open for them. 

The tequila was certainly having an impact on all three, as they continually sought to maintain their balance while entering the RV. The inside of the vehicle was cluttered with cases of tequila and bags full of sex toys and games, all marketed from the contest sponsor's bondage web site. The small couch along one wall was the only seating available not covered in products. The small kitchen area looked as if the inhabitants had been living on alcohol and pizza, as the counter was covered with empty containers for each. 

"Sorry for the mess, but we take this little show from resort to resort around the island, so me and the other girls tend to let it get a little trashed." Hilda explained.

Not really caring about their housekeeping habits, Shannon asked, "Um, can you unlock us now?" 

"Yeah, sure, I mean as soon as Mandy gets here with the key. She was unlocking the others first and she'll be over in a few. Why don't you have a seat to wait?" Hilda asked, but then firmly directed Shannon to one end of the couch, deposited her rather roughly given that she couldn't use her hands to guide herself into position. Courtney was treated in much the same way as she plopped down on the opposite end. 

Hilda then turned to Ron, and appeared ready to guide him to sit between the two rather drunk coeds, but then stopped and turned so that he was facing Courtney and Shannon. "You know," she said, her authoritative mistress voice bubbling back to the surface, "perhaps I should go ahead and retrieve our props, lest I forget."

Ron traded looks with one bound girl, then the other, all three faces conveying uncertainty as to what was to come. "But, I thought you couldn't unlock the cuffs until the other girl got here?" Ron ask nervously, as he observed Hilda absentmindedly stroke her fiery red fingernails along the length of the crop still clasped tightly in her other hand. 

"Oh, silly boy toy, it is not the cuffs, but do you not recall that the shorts you are wearing are not yours? Surely you didn't plan to take them with you? I will simply help you remove them." 

As Hilda began to tug the waist band down his hips, Ron squirmed free, even in his drunken state he intended to keep his revived loyalty oath to Amy. He heard the smack of the crop against his thigh, just below his bound hands, before he felt it. While it didn't really hurt, it certainly got his attention. "Do not move, or I will have no choice but to reprimand you once more, do you understand?" 

Ron again looked to Courtney and Shannon, their expressions conveying both apprehension and keen interest in what the mistress might do next. "Yes, I understand."

"Very goot!" Hilda again tugged on the shorts as she stood behind Ron. His cock was pulled down at an uncomfortable angle until finally plopping free of the snug material. Hilda continued until the shorts were at his ankles. She prodded him to step free and then slung the no longer needed trunks across the room. "Now, perhaps you would like to rest with your girlfriends while I change from this ungodly leather outfit." Hilda guided Ron forward, turning him at the last second before pushing him back to land roughly between Heather and Shannon.

Ron landed haphazardly next to the bikini clad coeds, his cock bouncing off his flat abs until it settled poised above his belly button at a 45 degree angle. All three were struggling with their balance, sitting more or less on their bound hands, and each girl had involuntarily fallen against Ron's shoulders as a result of his forced occupation of the center of the couch. 

Even though Ron had seemingly been sporting a hard on for much of the trip, the impact of the unknowingly ingested powdered Cialis, coupled with the continuous titillation he was being subjected to, was keeping him at a level of hardness not normally obtained, especially for such a prolonged period. He was further perplexed that the humiliation he had been forced to endure didn't seem to impede his erection in the least. The thick cock did not go unnoticed by either Courtney or Shannon, as they not so subtly fidgeted next to Ron while repeatedly stealing prolonged glances at the object of their lustful desire.

Hilda stood there in silence, gazing at his cock and taking in the situation before her, trying to decide where to go with this fortuitous discovery of Ron and his impressive equipment. She really liked the idea of pushing the bound threesome to their limits while denying their ultimate satisfaction, evidence of her dominatrix character perhaps bleeding over into the real world. 

Ron, the tequila spreading through his blood stream and steadily scrambling more and more of his cognitive ability, still intended to remain faithful to Amy, spoke up, "Ah, can you, well, I mean, are you going to unlock us?"

Hilda tried to maintain a straight face as she responded, "As I have already explained, just as soon as Mandy arrives with the key, but until then, we will all just relax here together, okay?"

"Well, sure, ...but can you maybe give me my trunks back, or at least cover me up?" Ron replied, his desire to give in to his burgeoning exhibitionism overcome by his pledge of restraint; a restraint being actively tested by the way Shannon and Courtney were moving against him. As she watched the two girls squirm against the boy-toy, their bikinis beginning to haphazardly shift to expose what little pale skin remained on their bodies, she came upon a devilish idea.

Hilda smiled the way a teacher might bestow sympathy upon a slow learning child, "Certainly, I would if I could, but we don't have any boy clothes here, and even if we did, I highly doubt it would be big enough for you." She said, staring at his pulsing cock the entire time. "But let me look anyway, maybe I can find something to at least provide you a degree of modesty." She moved to a big plastic tub in the corner of the room, and bent at the waist to begin searching through the various products used as give-aways to promote her employer's web site. 

Her drunken audience all focused their attention on Hilda's tight leather shorts, highlighting her toned ass. Further down, her tanned skin was playing peek-a-boo through the laces binding the leather boots that covered her legs to just above the knee. The spike heels only caused her to have to bend even more prominently to pick the items she desired. Already damp from the fun she'd been having throughout the day, Hilda wriggled her ass even more suggestively, creating a delightful friction as the seam of her leather shorts slipped back and forth against her pussy. She also took the opportunity to untie the knot securing the lacing in the front of her bustier, allowing her movements and gravity to loosen the confinement of what she considered her best feature, her all natural, nearly D cup breasts. 

Satisfied with finding each item she was seeking, Hilda eventually stood, likewise untying the laces securing the tight shorts across her hip bones, before turning to face the couch. While holding several packages in her hands, her supple breasts now threatened to spill free of the leather top, just as she had hoped. She could almost feel the laces pull farther apart as her breathing deepened, seeking more and more oxygen to sustain the sex-fueled adrenaline coursing through her body. She slowly moved closer to her prey, as she now thought of the three young spring breakers, acutely aware of the way her shorts loosened with each step. She knelt between Ron's legs, dropping the packages near his feet. 

"Ah, what are you, ah, doing?" Ron asked, the concern evident in his voice. As much as he would love for Hilda to give him a blow job, he was not so drunk as to know that in his current bound state, he would not be able to stop her from fucking him, and was convinced he loved Amy more than he wanted that to happen. On the other hand, he was just buzzed enough to know that if Hilda did decide to take advantage of him, he would soon enough be a more than willing participant.

"Don't worry, I am only doing as you asked and finding a way to cover you up some. I am sure the girls don't want to see such large and angry looking penis much longer, do you now ladies?"

Shannon was leaning against Ron more so than her sorority sister, and as Courtney managed to gain a more comfortable location for her still trapped hands, the pressure against Ron lessened, causing both he and Shannon to shift unexpectedly. Hilda watched with keen interest as Ron fell slightly into the bimbo to his right, and the other girl's head slowly slid right down his chest and stomach, eventually stopping only when her nose and mouth pressed against the base of Ron's granite like shaft. 

Hilda began to open one of the plastic packages, seemingly ignoring what had just transpired. She pulled an indiscernible item from the wrapper, and began to read the small print of the instructions. "Sorry, " she said, " but I've never used one of these before."

"Hey," Ron stated with an urgent tone, "Aren't you going to help, ah, help...her.. move back to her seat?" he finished, no longer remembering the coeds names, much less which one was which.

Hilda looked first to Courtney, a slight smile playing across her features, then down to Shannon, who was tentatively taking advantage of the situation and beginning to lightly lick the towering shaft at its base. "I have been patient with you boy-toy, but I am growing tired of your repeated demands. The wench will not interfere with my effort to appease your desire for concealment, so she may remain as is." Suddenly Hilda produced the forgotten riding crop, and pressed it to the head of Ron's cock. "Do not make me punish you as before, do you understand the need to remain silent?" she inquired, gently smacking his engorged head.

Ron nodded his agreement even as Hilda began once again to read the packaging of the item still concealed in her other hand. "Hmmm, this says the skin should be damp for the best application.....Come here wench and dampen the area for application." She then grabbed Courtney by the upper arm and pulled her over so that her mouth descended on the head of Ron's prick. Using her shoulder and her pony tail, Hilda guided the helpless girl down until she gagged after only a few inches, then pulled her free, only to direct her firmly down, this time allowing her to gag a few seconds longer before removing her and placing her back on the couch next to Ron.

Ron was panting at the sudden and unexpected stimulation provided by Courtney's forced deep throat attempt. Shannon still kissed up the shaft as best she could, her position and restrained hands limiting her range.

"Very goot", the in character Hilda declared. "Now I will do as young Ron asked and cover him up." Hilda took what appeared to be a condom made of rubber. Only in this condom there was an obvious hole that allowed much of his purplish head to peek through as Hilda rolled it over his cock. The snug fitting sleeve covered the most sensitive underside of his cock, leaving only the head, including the pre-cum oozing tip of his penis, exposed. She continued to roll down the "condom" until about half of his shaft was coated in the stretchy yet tight black encasement.

The duality of sensations became immediately apparent to Ron, as the pliable sheath applied constant, pleasurable pressure, yet as he watched Shannon's lips and tongue repeatedly move from exposed skin to the black material, the sudden absence of tactile stimulation was perceptible. 

"There, I hope you are pleased now that you are covered up." Hilda spoke, a hint of smug sarcasm coming through in her words. "Now, to be fair, I have a little surprise for the Frauleins, and this is one of my favorite toys we sell on the web site." Hilda picked up another package, holding the large egg up for all to see. 

Ron barely focused on the egg, his eyes locked on the way her succulent boobs were escaping inch by inch as the laced enclosure of her top spread further apart, until a portion of her large dusty pink areola was contrasted against the black leather. Feeling Courtney squirming next to him, Ron turned to observe the way her eyes darted from Hilda, and the large egg she held, and to her friend, still lazily lapping at the bottom 1/3 of Ron's thick pole. 

Hilda scooted tighter in between Ron's legs, her large breasts rubbing against first one thigh, then the other. She dipped her head as if she were going to kiss his cockhead, half emerging from the leather sheath, then abruptly leaned across his left leg, touching Shannon's thigh and urging her to lift her left foot onto the couch, as the right remained on the floor. Shannon did as instructed, never ceasing her unvarying oral assault on Ron. As soon as her legs were spread, Hilda took the egg and quickly slid it beneath Shannon's tiny bikini bottoms. Shannon squirmed from the sudden contact, then gasped when the egg pushed rather easily past her slippery lips and into her pussy. Hilda grabbed her firmly by her left shoulder, and pulled her saliva coated mouth up and away from Ron's still incredibly hard penis, until she was once again more or less upright on the couch.

Hilda procured the second egg and turned to Courtney. "Your turn," was all she said. Courtney looked to her friend, still slowly, yet perceptibly moving her lower body as she explored the sensations provided by the foreign object now residing within her. Feeling Hilda's hands moving up her thigh, she spread her knees to allow her greater access. As with Shannon, Hilda simply slid her hand and the egg past the hem of the bikini, pressing it firmly over Courtney's clit as she guided it to its ultimate destination. 

Her mission complete, Hilda stood and began to slowly unlace her bustier as she spoke, "You may amuse yourselves while I change from these confining garments, and indulge in a quick shower." She had all but the last eyelet freed of the leather laces when she stopped. "Oh my, I almost forgot what I like most about those little eggs." She reached down, again Ron observed how her large breasts threatened to spill from the barely held together top, and retrieved a small item from the floor. She held it out and pressed a button, and immediately both girls gasped as the eggs began to vibrate. "There, now that is much better, no?" she asked of both co-eds. 

Their writhing bodies all the answer Hilda needed, she continued to disrobe as all three watched her intently. She again stepped closer to Ron, placing the pointed toe of her left foot on his right knee, and bent slowly to begin unlacing the back of the thigh high boot. The movements were resulting in her nipples now playing continual peek-a-boo with the dangling leather bustier, and the ties binding the front of her shorts had loosened enough to allow the well groomed, dark landing strip of pubic hair to escape between the crisscrossed laces. In short order, the boots were removed and she began to slip the top over her shoulders, turning just before providing the clear view of her chest Ron desired, and headed to the compact shower down the hall. Looking over her shoulder to make eye contact with Courtney, she directed,"I will be quick...........have fun but the boy toy is not to ejaculate while I am away! Or you will be reprimanded!"

Before the three realized they were on their own, they could hear the sound of the shower running from behind the thin wall. "Oh my god!" Shannon exclaimed, "What the fuck is this chick up to?" she finished, her tone more apprehensive than fearful. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 12



"Mmm, I don't know for sure," Courtney replied, squirming more and more in response to the vibrating egg, "But I say let's just go with it, 'kay Shan?"

Ron looked from one girl to the other as they were seemingly uninterested in any input he might have on the matter, as Courtney continued, "God...look at his cock, it is still as hard as ever. Look how red and puffy the tip looks, and it just keeps oozing......god that's fucking hot!"

Courtney was scooting off the couch as she spoke, until she could drop to her knees, struggling slightly to regain the equilibrium she lacked due to her bound wrists behind her back. "Come on, help me get a taste while we can."

"Okay," Shannon replied, "but every time I move this egg seems to buzz another spot, and, mmmm, and it really is, aahhh, working on me."

"Me too, but let's just concentrate on this cock until we get the eggs out, then maybe she'll make us fuck him........mmm, it really gets me hot to think about being forced down on this long fat piece of meat, neither of us able to move our hands at all." Courtney answered Shannon, but stared intently at Ron throughout every word. 

Ron could feel a jolt from Courtney's explicitly depicted yearnings. "Ah, I have a girlfriend." Ron pronounced, followed immediately by guffaws of laughter from the coeds. "No, really, I promised her I wouldn't be with anyone else."

"Oh baby, I just have this sneaky feeling that Hilda in there doesn't give a shit about your girlfriend, so you might as well just forget about her and have some fun this afternoon." 

By now, Shannon had joined her friend on the floor, and both managed to lean in until their lips were almost touching Ron's encased penis. "Look at that, it looks like somebody turned on the cum faucet, there is a steady stream now." Shannon announced. "Let's take turns licking it off, that should help Mr. true love here to forget about, what's her name, Tammy."

"AMY, ...It ......is.......Amy." Ron responded, his voice trailing off as the girls ignored him and began to alternately lick the pre-cum from his already damp balls.

Ron looked on as Courtney licked up from his balls, over the exposed skin of his shaft and then transitioned to the black sleeve. The visual stimulation, while certainly arousing, did not compensate for the immediate absence of sensation as her tongue and lips pressed against him. Finally her steady trek reached the protruding head, and she sucked fiercely, apparently intent to coax every drop from him. While the pleasure was substantial, the black encasement covered up the ultra sensitive underside of his cock head, and he knew there was little if any chance he'd be able to cum while wearing the thin rubber sheath.

Shannon dipped her head and directed the same oral assault to Ron's genitalia as did Courtney, with much the same results for Ron. Both girls were moaning and squirming continuously as the vibrating eggs worked there magic. And each pass seemed to extract more and more cloudy fluid from Ron's straining prick, plainly contrasting against the black casing until such time as one of the sexy bikini clad college girls slurped it past their puffy lips. 

After about 4 or 5 turns each, Hilda reemerged from the hallway, wearing a thin white robe, tied loosely and hanging to just below her ass. Her black hair was still slightly dripping from her shower, and even as she approached the threesome Ron could see way the dampening robe clung to her large, firm boobs, as well as smell the fresh clean scent of her body wash. 

"Enough!" Hilda declared, and firmly tugged on the hair of both girls until they leaned back away from their object of desire. "The key should be delivered soon, and I will grant your release........but now that I am fresh and clean, I feel we should have another shot." She assisted each girl back to their original position next to Ron, and in doing so, her loosely tied robe began to reveal the generous cleavage of her splendid chest. 

Ron looked down, the rubber sleeve coated and shiny from the combination of saliva and the copious amount of pre-cum still streaming from his cock. Ron's condition did not go unnoticed by Hilda, as she retrieved the tequila, salt shaker, and a small bowl of lemons. 

"Okay, let's have a quick body shot, courtesy of your benevolent mistress." Hilda laughed, as she placed the lemon bowl on Shannon's lap, the salt between Courtney's tanned thighs, and the tequila bottle next to Ron's cock. Next, she deftly slipped the robe over her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the ground and reveal her nude body to the three spring breakers. 

Ron was transfixed on the busty girl before him. Courtney and Shannon likewise took in her superb form, but the never ending vibration between their legs continued to take more and more of their attention from the events transpiring around them.

"Okay, now Ron, if you would, please help me prepare my right nipple to adhere to the salt." She said as she placed her right knee between his and Shannon's legs and leaned forward, her large breast and erect nipple only an inch or so from Ron's mouth. All protestations of his commitment to Amy cast aside, Ron tilted his head and began to lightly lick the still expanding nipple. Hilda grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tighter to her bosom, forcing him to engulf her entire areola to be swathed by his inquisitive tongue. 

"Enough!" She barked once again, as she pulled free of Ron's enthusiastic suckling. She replaced her engorged nipple with the rind of the lemon wedge between Ron's teeth, and leaned across Ron's wavering erection to slide her left hand down and grasp the salt shaker nestled against Courtney's red bikini bottoms. She could feel the coed's body hum with the vibration of the egg before taking the shaker and coating her damp nipple. 

She then reached down to grasp the tequila bottle. Instead, Hilda's left hand wrapped tightly around his rubber covered shaft, and pulled upward with reasonable firmness before acknowledging her error. "So sorry, but still hard as a glass bottle, very nice indeed." Now successfully producing the bottle from between Ron's legs, Hilda turned it up and filled her mouth with the uniquely potent alcohol. 

Tilting slightly to her right, Hilda guided her salt covered breast to Shannon's lips, tolerating the growing heat of the tequila still held in her mouth in favor of having the cute girl tenderly licking and kissing her ever erect nipple. She then pulled Shannon's head up by her hair, pressed her lips to the expectant mouth of the nearly panting teenager, and allowed the liquor to seep past their firmly sealed lips and exploring tongue. 

Ron was watching with keen interest, never having seen two girls kiss before. The sight was most erotic, and to his surprise, he could feel another noticeable jolt to his groin, and his cock throb beneath the tight sleeve. 

Hilda tugged Shannon's head over closer to Ron as she broke their kiss, and guided her to the lemon wedge still held tightly between his teeth. Shannon, her body tingling from the vibrating egg as well as the sensual kiss from Hilda, tried to maximize her body contact as she licked and sucked the lemon juice from Ron's mouth and chin, but Hilda held her firm and too quickly pulled her back to sit back against her bound hands on the couch next to Ron.

The sexual tension, erotic anticipation, tequila buzz and vibrating egg had Courtney ready to explode by the time Hilda turned her attention to the hard bodied spring breaker. Courtney's attempt to savor the luscious breast presented her by their "mistress" was short lived, as Hilda, all too quickly for Courtney's taste, broke free from her greedy lips and guided her through the same erotic sequence as with Shannon. With the sour taste of the lemon juice still swirling across her taste buds, she once again found herself still bound and seated at the end of the couch, teetering precariously on the verge of an orgasm.

Hilda, her left foot planted on the floor in front of Ron's wavering erection and her right knee still wedged snugly between Ron and Shannon's thighs, looked from one coed to the other. Delighted to see them continuing to squirm from the remote control toy, she pulled first one, then the other up to a kneeling position on the couch, each now facing Ron. 

"Now it is the boy's turn to have a shot, and I need each of you to assist me." As she spoke, Hilda swung her left knee onto the couch and scooted forward until she was firmly straddling Ron's lap, her now damp pussy pressed solidly against his granite shaft. She could feel its thickness as her outer lips did their best to frame the exposed skin at the base of the rubber sleeve of his cock. She followed the girl's gaze downward, actually shivering involuntarily at the sight of the impressive penis extending up against her flat stomach and just past her belly button. The thought of impaling herself on such a large cock filled Hilda with equal parts lustful exhilaration and apprehension. She certainly did not intend to pass up the opportunity to take advantage of such an enormous cock.

"I think Ron deserves two shots for all the humiliation he has endured today, so I'd like you each to moisten a nipple for the salt." Hilda then pulled each girls head closer, until they were able to lick and kiss over the breast closest to them. 

Ron watched intently as all three girls were essentially squirming on or against his tortured body. Shannon and Courtney tenderly, yet urgently sucked her taut nipples as Hilda responded by more firmly grinding herself against Ron's dick. The day's sexual activities coupled with the Cialis raging through his bloodstream had his body crying out for an orgasm, but the rubber encasement was doing its job, and preventing the stimulation that would provide release. Amy was once again forgotten in the haze of alcohol fueled sexual torment to which he was being subjected and Ron began to grind back against Hilda, seeking friction where there was none to be felt.

After several moments of this writhing and grinding, Hilda pulled the girls free of her saliva coated breasts and began to sprinkle salt onto her damp skin. Courtney was still sitting on her knees and as the vibrating stimulation from her core continued to overtake her body, she simply diverted her lips from Hilda's lovely tits to Ron's neck, urgently kissing and nibbling on his tanned skin. Her own breasts were trapped against Ron's arms and side, the ever loosening triangle of bikini having slipped to allow her fully erect nipples to stab into him. Pushing higher up on her knees, Courtney's exploring mouth and tongue eventually reached the side of Ron's face, her damp, frantic breathing washing over his ear. 

Unlike Ron, Hilda felt every centimeter of his lovely, thick cock as she ground up and down its substantial length. She pushed his reclining body ever deeper into the couch as she slid higher up the rubber sleeve, until her salt covered areola rested on Ron's lover lip. Immediately he began to lick and suck the salt from her luscious breasts. As Ron pleasured her taut nipples, Hilda looked to Shannon, appearing on the verge of orgasm as she leaned trance like into the bound boy-toy, her forehead pressed against Ron's shoulder as her hips seemed to gyrate in rhythm to the unseen stimulation to which she and Courtney were each inevitably being forced to succumb. 

Hilda grabbed her by the upper arm, pulling up higher on her knees, and presenting the mouth of the tequila bottler to her lips, saying, "Here, give him the shot, as I did to you."

Shannon accepted the tequila, pulling away as Hilda filled her mouth to overflowing. The mistress then grabbed Ron by the back of his hair, pulling him away from her chest until his head was reclined against the couch. This movement caused Hilda to slide even further up until her clit and engorged lips were slipping along the exposed head of Ron's cock. 

After the tortuous frustration of the rubber encasement shielding him from feeling Hilda's grinding movements, the sudden realization that her slippery pussy was now sliding up and across his own equally slick cock head, was yet another stimulation to his sex frenzied body. 

Applying gentle kisses and probing licks to his ear, Courtney was beginning to whisper between her labored breathing. "God,.....I ..can ...see your,....ah, your ah cock. It looks.....enormous...oh god....I might ....mmm, cum soon. I....think....Hilda is...mmm..getting ready to ....oh my good, look at....her pussy.........she ...."

As Courtney's labored sentence fragments continued, Hilda kept Ron's head firmly pulled back, preventing him from observing the erotic action being descriptively panted into his ear. He closed his eyes, trying to take in the unbelievable scenario he'd been thrust into as the coed further excited him with her graphic language. 

He could feel Shannon moving next to him, and the next thing he knew, her lips were pressed to his, and as he softened his lips to meet her kiss, the tequila trickled from her mouth to his. As she allowed more and more of the fiery liquid to escape her soft lips, he did his best to swallow. In only a few seconds, his mouth was on fire, but Shannon pressed even more incessantly against him, her tongue exploring his lips and mouth in as an erotic kiss as he could endure. 

Ron's brain, increasingly dulled by the day's alcohol consumption, eventually managed to refocus on Courtney's raspy words, even as Shannon assailed him with her sensual kisses . ".......her pussy.....mmm..looks like ......oh god, this fucking egg is gonna make.. me... cum!.........her pussy looks like it is ready to swallow your big cock ......mmm......god I wish it were me........god I want, ...mmmm, I want to wedge your big fucking cock inside me so bad.......oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!....."

Hilda was taking it all in, her cunt smoldering as she teased both Ron and herself with the continual back and forth movements. Unable to endure the self inflicted teasing any longer, she slid her yearning womanhood over him until just the exposed head of his prick was nestled at her entrance. Wanting to prolong the delicious anticipation, Hilda kept her position and filled her own mouth with the tequila, allowing a small taste to trickle into her throat. She pulled Shannon away from Ron' lips, leaving her positioned much like Courtney. Shannon responded and immediately began to kiss and suck on Ron's neck and ear lobe. 

Hilda pulled his hair forward to offer him her remaining salt covered nipple, at the same time, deliberately skewering herself deeper onto his cock until she steadily lodged his engorged head snugly within her tight opening. The invasion of such an exceptional, perfectly shaped and over sized cock head brought some initial discomfort, which rather quickly gave way to pure hedonistic pleasure along with the lustful apprehension of the substantial shaft still awaiting her descent. 

As Ron greedily pursued the salt covered orb presented him by Hilda, he tried desperately to thrust his hips upward. His reclined position on the couch however, coupled with the immobility resulting from his bound arms and the weight of Shannon and Courtney pressed so tightly to his upper body, kept him more or less motionless and at the mercy of Hilda's deliberate movements. 

After only 20 seconds or so of sucking and licking her free of the salt, Hilda again pulled his head upward and met his lips with her own. She held her face firmly against him, feeling his body moving from the frenzied oral assault being delivered by both co-eds, until his lips parted. As soon as Ron's tongue probed against her lips, Hilda allowed the tequila to spill forth into his mouth as well as down over his chin. The alcohol running down his neck only further enticed the girls to more urgently lick and kiss their way from the sensitive skin where his neck and shoulder joined, up until they were essentially joining Hilda in a giant group kiss. 

The tequila was quickly absorbing into Ron's blood stream, his brain and body overcome with a carefree and uninhibited feeling. He felt much of Hilda's impalement, yet again remained deprived of the stimulation her body would normally inflict upon the rubber shielded skin designed to be the trigger of a much needed orgasm. Watching her face react, seemingly to each centimeter of his cock, coupled with the two college girls attempting to grind out their own pleasure as they kissed and wriggled against his body, continued to motivate Ron to keep striving for release,

Breaking free of the kiss, Hilda leaned back slightly and watched Ron succumb to the intensely erotic scenario to which he was being subjected. Her movements inadvertently sunk another two inches of throbbing prick past her stretched opening. The overwhelming fullness sending shivers of pleasure over her body, Hilda stopped to absorb the sensations, then rose ever so slightly before reversing course and steadily taking another couple of inches. Her juices were now flowing steadily as her usually tight pussy self lubricated to accommodate her deliberate effort to take the entire fleshy staff throbbing between her legs. 

At the same time, Shannon managed to nudge Courtney away from Ron's panting mouth. The latter again snuggled her nose and lips to his ear, glanced down to his cock now steadily disappearing into the increasingly aroused Hilda, and resumed her explicit utterances between labored breaths. "Goddamn, her pussy is really struggling to take your big cock........God....I've got to ....get this....fucking.....egg out of me....and try.....mmmm....try you on for .....size"

Hilda kept up the deliberate progression, up slightly, then firmly down, until she had most of Ron's penis squeezed firmly insider her overstuffed cunt. The sounds of arousal coming from all around her were affecting her as well, particularly the erotic descriptions coming from Courtney. Seeing the co-ed, her hands still bound by the handcuffs, her bikini top pulled askew, and her bottoms noticeably discolored from her arousal to the vibrating egg, Hilda couldn't resist reaching out to her.

Placing her hand on the young girl's waist, Hilda deftly slid it down over the developing goose bumps, until she could slip beneath the tiny thong. She could feel the vibrations as her fingers slid over the well trimmed pubic area, and encountered the wet heat emanating from her core. 

"Oh god!" Courtney exclaimed as her clit was directly stroked for the first time since being bound and tormented with the egg. "Ahhh. Yes! Please, let me cum..." she panted in Ron's ear. Hilda continued to tease Courtney by varying the pattern and pressure applied via her nimble fingers even as she began to slowly ascend up Ron's shaft.

Ron was still locked in a passionate kiss with Shannon, who was also nearing an orgasm even without the stimulation Hilda was bestowing upon her friend. He could feel, to some degree, the tightness of Hilda's cunt clutching him, even through the rubber sleeve. As she began to slowly lift her body up, exposing more and more of Ron's steel hard shaft, Hilda grabbed Shannon by the hair, redirected her to the engorged nipple of her left breast. Steadily, Hilda picked up the pace of her maneuvering fingers inside Courtney's bikini, as well as with her own hips, now gliding a little more easily around the long cock. 

Hilda pulled Ron still closer, and resumed the kiss where Shannon, now essentially trapped between their bodies, had been forced to leave off. She continued to move more rapidly up and down Ron's unwavering erection, more and more frequently allowing herself to drop all the way down, hitting places deep within, previously foreign to anything but her largest vibrator. 

As Hilda neared orgasm, the kiss she shared with Ron became less and less engaged, until she was essentially just moaning and whimpering against his lips. Courtney was doing much the same against his neck and ear, as Hilda's fingers and the merciless vibration of the egg had her teetering on the edge of her own powerful orgasm.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 13



The walk to the room had been awkward, yet ultimately uneventful. Ron had managed not to fall, and other than his cock inadvertently bumping into Sue's back, he did nothing more than admire her exquisite form as she led him to the condo.

Mandy and Nancy watched, hidden behind a thick palm tree, as the two sexy women led "Hilda's boy toy" past the poolside gawkers, and into the privacy of their room. "I bet they're going to fuck him silly, I know I would." Nancy stated with more than a hint of envy in her voice.

"Eewww! The blond is his mom, you twisted cunt!" Mandy shot back.

"That's what she told you, but didn't you hear him say he already banged her in a dressing room. So either she lied, or he lied, or... they are the ones that are twisted." Nancy replied. "Either way, I would like to be a fly on the wall in that room, I'd be willing to bet somebody in there is going to get fucked!"

"Well, whatever.......let's go back to the camper, remember we've got two horny cuties waiting for us back there." Mandy said, successfully diverting her friend from her obsession with the teenage boy, as they hurriedly made their way back to Courtney and Shannon.

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Finally back in their room, Beth and Sue guided Ron to the bathroom, and the secure seat of the commode. He sat there leering at them like the horny teenager he was, obviously uninhibited due to his drunken condition and the culmination of the day's events. Beth noticed Sue's attempt to take subtle peeks at Ron's groin, and mentally struggled with the next best course of action.

Even with the day's erotic twist and turns drawing Sue closer to her perverted exhibitionist games, Beth still knew she had to move carefully. And no matter the currently ignored, yet ever present erection, she realized it would still be highly unlikely for a teenager's mother to blatantly strip him nude, especially in front of another female. So Beth did her best to take on the proper motherly persona by not acknowledging the misshapen swimwear nor pushing too hard or fast with Sue. After Ron's assurances that he would promptly slip off his trunks and immerse himself in the, hopefully, sobering hot shower water, the women left him to his privacy. 

In only a few minutes, they could hear the water running in the shower. Not acknowledging the sexually charged situation led to an awkward silence between them. Beth quickly decided that since neither she nor Sue, although each pleasantly buzzed, were anywhere close to Ron's level of intoxication, she would go to the kitchenette to fix two rum cocktails. While mixing the drinks, Beth's eyes were repeatedly drawn to Sue's enticing body, stretched out on the bed as she sorted through the various items in the prize bag Ron had won in the contest. Sue's preoccupation with the various alcohol related items such as shot glasses and flavored tequila sample bottles, and the even more intriguing bondage and sex toys, allowed Beth the unfettered opportunity to ogle the Asian beauty. Her naturally flawless skin was a rich, sun-stroked bronze color, and her supple breasts posed a beguiling image as the purple bikini top persisted with the day long struggle to contain her fleshy assets.

With erotic images of Sue playing in her mind, Beth found herself second guessing her decision to behave as Ron's mother and vacate the bathroom for him to undress. The reality is that it would probably have required only the slightest nudge to push Sue into some deliciously tempting cock teasing situations. Her brain had just begun to look for another way to torment them both, when fate intervened. Beth was jarred from her devious planning by a sudden, unmistakable thump against the bathroom wall. Sue heard it too, and quickly joined Beth in scurrying in to check on Ron.

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"Ron swayed unsteadily as the warm water enveloped his body. The tequila induced retardation to both his coordination and ability to focus on anything longer than 3 seconds seemed to apply to everything except his cock. It had been diamond cutting hard now every since the competition. He had never seen his cock head as swollen and purple as it was now. As he admired his appendage jutting from his groin, he once again lost his balance and crashed back against the shower tiles with a thud. Luckily he maintained his balance, avoiding a more serious tumble.

In only a matter of seconds, Beth and Sue dashed in to check on him. "Are you okay in there?" Beth asked. "Please don't fall and break your neck." She continued, genuinely concerned. She never anticipated Ron would get so plastered, and she was a little apprehensive about having allowed him to get so shit-faced under her watch. 

In addition to the alcohol, the other chemically induced condition impacting Ron was the Cialis. He appeared to have been completely erect for most if not all of the time since downing the doctored drink on the beach. Of course, given the nonstop stimulation he'd endured throughout their vacation, Beth's observation would not have passed as a scientific confirmation of the pill's impact. However, in addition to Ron's hard-on, Beth had observed Sue willingly allowing Joe Collegeboy to practically dry hump her during the contest, something she highly doubted would have happened without the added stimulus Sue had unknowingly ingested. 

Now ready to succumb to her desires, Beth seized on Ron's apparent inability to effectively stand on his own, and decided to push Sue to see if her drunken and horny condition would allow for some fun. 

"Oh my, I really think we should do something about him, I don't want him to fall and hurt himself." Beth paused for a few seconds, pretending to contemplate all her options, before she continued,. "Ah, Sue, this is really awkward, but, well, given that you are a nurse, and used to dealing with male nudity, well, maybe you could help out here. I mean, it would be just too weird for his mom to see him naked like this, don't you agree?" 

It took Sue a few seconds to comprehend what Beth was suggesting. Did a mother really just ask her to help her naked son? It seemed rather twisted to Sue, yet the entire day had been anything but normal, and throughout the day she had been telling herself that Beth was simply of a more liberal mindset when it came to sex and nudity than most people. Besides, Beth had clearly referred to Sue's nursely duties, so maybe it wasn't as a perverted request as Sue's gut reaction indicated. Finally, her conscience broke through these thoughts filling her brain, telling her to say no, but her body screamed even louder for a chance to see Ron, or more specifically Ron's hard cock. "Oh, I don't know. Do you mean you want me to help him out of the shower?"

"Well, actually I was hoping that since you still have on your bikini, you would be willing to get in there with him and help keep him upright until he can get washed up. If you weren't a nurse, and didn't handle men, well you know, didn't do what you do every day, I would never ask, but I am sure you can treat this professionally. What do you say?"

Sue hesitated, even as her pussy began to smolder. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this horny. She wanted desperately to get in the shower with Ron, but she also had to force herself to behave in a purely clinical manner. "Well, this is really really strange, but, well, if I do this we obviously can't let anyone else know. I mean even though it is totally innocent, it just wouldn't look right to Amy, Pam or Dave, you know. Do you think Ron will keep quiet about it?"

Beth suppressed a gigantic grin, thrilled that Sue was considering getting in the shower with Ron. "Oh honey, he is so drunk, I seriously doubt he'll even know you are in there with him, much less remember it in the morning."

Ron was leaning against the tiles, slowly catching only bits and pieces of the conversation between Sue and Beth. As he turned to see if he could peak past the shower curtain, he slipped yet again and thudded against the wall.

The near crash spurred the women from words to action, as Sue looked to Beth and said, "Okay, I better go ahead and get in there before he falls."

"Thank you so much. I really think this is for the best. I'll be right here to make sure everything is ok." Beth responded, stalling until she could further develop a plan to make this even more of a temptation for them. "Ron, Sue is going to get in there with you to keep you from falling and hurting yourself. Okay?"

Before Ron could respond, he bounced, albeit a little more gingerly than before, against the back wall of the shower. Sue stepped around the curtain and into the pulsating water. Seeing him displayed so graphically beneath the snug trunks throughout the day had been sexy for sure, but did not prepare her for the sight before her now. Not only was Ron still erect, his cock looked larger than any she had seen in the doctor's office, plus the immense head was a throbbing purplish-red color. Her eyes drifted up from the magnificent piece of manhood, even as she detected her own slick secretions mingle with the hot shower water cascading down her tanned thighs, to look at Ron's face. He didn't respond to her, as he was apparently taking in the sight she presented to him as well. She glanced down past her coal black hair, now damp and contouring to her sleek shoulders, to see her nipples jutting obscenely through the thin purple material of her bikini. Further down, she could feel the damp bottoms molding themselves to her crotch, no doubt presenting a blatant and enticing camel toe for Ron's viewing pleasure.

"Is he okay?" Beth asked from the dry side of the curtain. 

Sue dropped her eyes back to the cock throbbing a few feet in front of her, "Uh, yeah, he looks fine to me."

Ron's cognitive ability was hit and miss, but he saw the way Sue was staring at his penis, and was certain she wanted him. He tried to take a step to her, but it quickly devolved into an awkward lunge. Sue did her best to slow his advance, but they both ended up against the tile wall, with Ron clumsily attempting to kiss the dark skinned beauty. Beth heard the commotion, even as Sue pushed him away, saying, "Easy there big guy, you need to just stand still against the wall over there and try to get cleaned up."

"You have things under control in there?" Beth asked.

"I think so, he's just not too stable, and since he has about a foot and maybe 70 lbs on me, it's not that simple to keep him in one place." Sue answered, not wanting to let on to Beth how her son had tried to kiss her. She really couldn't blame the poor kid. Here he was with a gigantic hard on resulting from a day's worth of teasing and temptations, and now she joins him beneath the steamy water, wearing only a tiny purple bikini that was clearly designed to titillate rather than conceal. Sue only half jokingly thought she'd be lucky to get through this little shower episode without being raped. This thought led to her mind fashioning graphic images of her being trapped up against the shower wall, impaled on Ron's thick cock, half-heartedly fighting him off as he forced her to take more and more of his length. After only a few such images flashed in her brain, Ron's body, slipping across the slick tile, once again caught her attention. 

"Ron, this way Ron, lean to the corner." She moved to reposition him, his granite like cock pressing incessantly against her taut abs and even the underside of her boobs. God it wouldn't take much to simply drop her mouth a little, and suck him past her lips. But Sue knew that she couldn't do that. His mother was just on the other side of the shower curtain. As much as her body screamed to sample his lovely prick, she had to force herself to behave as professionally as this highly twisted situation would allow. 

As Sue struggled to reinforce her moral, professional and ethical values, she failed to notice Ron's arms encircling her tiny body. Before she realized his intentions, Ron grasped her firm ass cheeks snugly in each of his large hands, and pulled her tightly into his body. "Ron! what are you doing!" Sue exclaimed, surprised by his actions'

Still standing close by, Beth promptly interjected, "Sue? Is he behaving? Ron! What have you done?" 

Again, Sue didn't feel it fair to blame Ron for his desires, especially given his level of inebriation, so she attempted to brush off the interaction, "It's ok, I was just taken off guard a little, no big deal."

Beth, however, was intent on conveying herself to Sue as the concerned yet stern mother, "It didn't sound like 'no big deal'. Ron, you had best behave yourself. You are in enough trouble for getting drunk, and you don't want to make things worse by insulting Sue, who is only trying to help you. Sue has promised not to tell Pam, Amy or Amy's dad about any of this day so far, but all bets are off if you don't calm down!" 

She knew both Sue and Ron were incredibly horny, as was she. She also realized that if she didn't keep pulling Sue back to her reality that Ron was her "son", and Sue's potential step-daughter's boyfriend, she might actually give in and fuck him. Beth got off on the cock-tease, she got off on tempting Sue, she even got off on the self-denial tease this all was for her, but letting Ron cum with Sue just wasn't part of her plan.

Ron didn't appear to hear a word Beth uttered, as he was not only maintaining his grasp on Sue's ass, but was beginning to lift her off the ground, effectively sliding her body upward across his cock. 

Sue now realized this situation was steadily slipping from her control, and firmly grabbed Ron's thumb and pulled it away from her ass at such an angle that the pain quickly overtook the tequila fueled lust that had until that moment been in control of his actions.

"Ouch.....that hurt!" Ron exclaimed.

Now back on her feet and able to take a step away from him, Sue's vision involuntarily locked onto his penis, still absolutely granite-like. She tried to quickly compose herself, saying, "Sorry Ron, but you need to remember that I am a nurse, and the only reason I am in the shower with you is to take care of you," she paused, her rhythm broken as Ron seemed to absentmindedly wrap his hand first around his shaft, then down to caress his equally large balls. Forcing herself to push ahead, Sue continued, "ah, well, like I said, to take care of you, and ah, keep you from hurting yourself, like any nurse, ahem, you know,.... would.......do you understand?" Sue responded as evenly as she could while Ron basically fondled himself in front of her. She hoped to keep Beth from calling an end to their shower together that had only just begun. For no matter the words Sue spoke about her professional intentions, which were in fact genuine, she also wanted to spend a little more time with her son and his very large, very hard cock. 

Beth heard Sue's words, but she also heard the lusty, slightly breathless undertone of someone sexually aroused. Smiling to herself, Beth said, "Thank you Sue for explaining things so patiently to Ron, but I am afraid, in his condition, he may not behave as a proper young man. I do want him to finish his shower and hopefully sober up some, so I have an idea.....hold tight for a minute and I'll be right back."

By the time Sue had finished her little admonition of Ron, Beth had a plan. She scampered to the bed, grabbing two sets of handcuffs from the prize bag, and was back in the bathroom in no time. She pulled the wrought iron vanity chair from beneath the counter, and fastened one end of each set of cuffs to the rear of the chair, between the seat and the horizontal spoke about halfway down the back legs. 

"Sue, I want you to take this chair and have Ron sit on it, then fasten his wrists with the cuffs. That way he won't have any choice but to keep his hands to himself." 

Sue saw the chair appearing around the shower curtain, and took it before she even fully comprehended what Beth had said. As it dawned on her, she replied, "You want me to do what....handcuff your son to a chair, and give him a shower? Are you sure?"

Beth's only regret now was that she could not come up with a plausible reason to join them on the other side of the curtain, but she knew it would be pushing the realm of believability with Sue to think his own mother would take part in such an erotic setting. She was probably pushing her to the very edge as it was, so she took her foot of the pedal just a little. "Can you get him to sit there so he won't fall, then step out here to talk for a second?"

Sue got the chair in place and directed Ron to sit without too much of a struggle. She then stepped from the shower, soaking wet to talk to Ron's mom. 

After moving from the steamy bathroom, Beth said, "Look, I know this all seems a little twisted, but this day, quite frankly, has really spiraled out of control. I'd like to avoid telling Amy and Pam that I let Ron get so drunk he couldn't join us for dinner, and I am hoping that getting a nice hot shower will help sober him up some. The fact that you are a nurse, well, you know, a nurse that deals with male nudity daily, it just seems almost like destiny for you to be here to help me out. And the whole hand cuff thing, well, I saw the way those two girls tormented him during the contest, and he is only a teenager after all, so I don't think I can expect him to not respond to you.....I mean look at you, you're most any man's wet dream come true right now, especially for someone as inexperienced as Ron, particularly in his, well, his present condition." 

Beth's last sentence caused both women to examine Sue's body. The air conditioned room, coupled with the Sensuvive aided arousal that had been steadily consuming her, had the expected effect on Sue, with her nipples now rock hard and jutting out distinctly through the thin fabric. Further, the bikini had shifted during the earlier struggle with Ron, so that only those same elongated nipples pegged the misplaced purple material and just barely kept the entire areola from being exposed. The camel toe, likewise, was so noticeable that it was all Beth could do not to trace her finger along the cleft of Sue's pussy lips. 

Both women finished their visual inspection of Sue's sexy form at about the same time, and their eyes locked briefly, with an awkward pause in the conversation. Sue had to admit that her body was on high alert, and was rather accurately conveying the physical signs of her ever growing arousal. Beth was doing her best to control her own hedonistic desires, quickly dismissing her impulse to seduce Sue while Ron marinated in the shower. She did slip slightly as she said, "I think any man, or woman for that matter, might need handcuffs to survive what I am asking of you, no matter how innocent it may be."

Sue picked up on Beth's reference to "woman", and for the first time recognized the intensity in her gaze. Goose bumps began to race over her body in part from the cool air, but mostly as a purely physical response to the sexual aura suddenly consuming the room. Anxious to break the burgeoning tension, Sue said, "I understand why you want me to confine Ron for the rest of his shower. He is a little excitable right now, so it is probably best. It's just that this is so bizarre, I guess I needed to be reassured that we are doing the best thing. And of course, I don't want you to be concerned; I'll be totally professional about it all. Like you said, it's not far off from what I do every day in the office." Sue lied, as much to reassure herself as Beth, for they both knew showering with a big cocked teenager while wearing a barely there bikini was not anything like what she did for her job. Beth's clandestine knowledge of the added stimulants of Cialis and Sensuvive also insured this little "bed bath" would be unlike any "nurse Sue" had ever administered. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 13



"Okay, I knew you would be able to see this through. I'll still hang around to make sure he behaves." Beth said, however she was already working on the best way to increase the temptation for Sue. "Why don't you go ahead and get Ron secured, so to speak, and I'll get those drinks I was making finished up and bring you one in a plastic tumbler."

Sue made her way back to the bathroom, stopping to critique herself in the mirror. She always knew she was exotically good looking, but in her current condition; her skin glistening from the day's sun, her hair still a shiny black, matted against her neck and shoulders, and her damp bikini, clinging obscenely to her large breasts and bubbly ass, on her otherwise petite frame, she looked right off the pages of Playboy. She also realized Beth was right in her assessment that a naked, aroused, and devilishly tormented Ron would not be able to withstand the temptation she was about to present him, whether it be intentionally or not. She started to readjust her bikini, to at least cover the lower portion of each heavy breast escaping the bottom edge of the purple triangles, but succumbing to the electrifying sexuality of the day, she actually slid the top up to reveal even more of each untanned globe. She'd promised herself she'd be good.....but never committed to be a perfect angel. After all, behaving appropriately and looking appropriate were completely different standards. 

Ron had been grateful for the seat Sue had given him. He sat there for several minutes, his brain focusing on nothing more than the hot water cascading against his face and chest. He looked down to admire what had become the center of so much attention on this trip, his ever present erection. His mind drifted to the day's earlier events, trying to recall the details of his time with the crazy contest woman. The particulars were a little scrambled, but he was pretty sure she had fucked him, and he remembered the girls on the stage, kissing and sucking on him, and he was pretty sure they had been kissing on him while the leather chick sat on his lap, but the tequila shots seemed to be taking a lot of his memory. He grasped his prick with both hands, and had just begun to mentally back up and try to extract more details about his afternoon to fuel his much deserved self pleasuring, when the shower curtain again was pulled open.

Stepping beneath the water, Sue's vision was immediately drawn to the way Ron's hands were stacked one of top of the other, clutching his cock, and still an inch or two extended above his fists. 'Composure.....Composure.....' she kept telling herself. 'Keep it clinical.......you can still admire his cock......but you have to keep it above board.' Sue's mind whirled with self admonitions to keep this as non-sexual as possible given the circumstances.

"Now Ron, your mom wants you to get good and clean, let the hot water and steam maybe straighten you up some." As soon as she said the words, Sue began to giggle. This boy certainly didn't need any help to "straighten up". She looked up from Ron's cock, still appearing long and thick even though mostly hidden by his hands, to see if he caught on to her unintended joke. He didn't appear to have heard anything she said, as his eyes were locked firmly in to her nipples, and he had now dropped his left hand to his side so that his right could more fully stroke his penis. 

Realizing words were not helping, Sue moved to secure his wrists to the chair. She moved close to him, much to his delight, then leaned down and deftly snapped the cuff to his left arm. It took him a few seconds to comprehend what had just transpired, and by that time, Sue had smoothly tugged his right hand free of his cock and likewise secured it to the other chair leg. He struggled briefly, then something seemed to click, and he sat still, staring at Sue's face, rather than her body for the first time since they'd entered the condo.

About that time, Beth reentered the bathroom and said, "Sue, here is your drink. I'll sit it on the edge of the tub, along with some shampoo and stuff. You have everything under control?" 

"Yeah, I think we're all good, right Ron?"

"Um, sure, yeah, we're good."

"Good, cause I have a little problem. I just remembered that I left my watch at the beach during my walk this morning. It was my grandma's watch, so I absolutely have to get it. Will you be all right to finish with Ron's shower will I go up the beach to get my watch. I set it down on this big boulder when I stopped to rest, before I headed back this morning, so it might take me a while to go and get back." 

Sue failed to see any manipulation on Beth's part, even though she found it a little odd she'd leave her naked son with her. But then again, they'd been all through this warped situation, and both were on the same page. Plus taking her at her word that she wanted to retrieve a family heirloom, Sue encouraged Beth to go retrieve her watch.

"Okay, thanks for being so understanding. Since it may take me 30 minutes or so, maybe you should take your shower after Ron, that way I can get back, get cleaned up and we can still get to dinner on time. Work for you?"

"Sounds reasonable to me." Sue answered. "You have the keys so I can unlock Ron when we're done?" 

"Oh yeah, I'll get them from the other room and leave them by the sink." Beth said as she excused herself to head to the beach.

Beth, of course, had no intention of leaving the bathroom, much less the condo to walk on the beach, and she certainly wasn't going to place the hand cuff keys anywhere to be found by Sue. 

She had previously explored the bathroom closet, with the only intent being to see the viewing angle Ron had been afforded that first night when Beth and the others had undressed in the bathroom. Luckily, she had also noticed the small crack in the wall that would allow her the same view of the shower Ron had also enjoyed that night. So naturally, Beth stealthily slipped into the small closet, and pressed her eye to the wall, anxious to watch the show.

Sue, convinced she was now truly alone with Ron, told herself once again to maintain her self control. Ron was only a teenager, he was really really drunk, and he had the great potential to be her step-daughter's boyfriend. If she let loose and took advantage of him, and he freaked out about it to Amy, Dave would find out and she'd be done with him forever. She had to keep things above board.

Ron having been motionless during the entire conversation with Beth, now extended his legs in front of the chair so that his feet actually rested just between Sue's. Her own sexy feet and bright red toenails were quite the contrast to Ron's manly looking size 12s. His cock still wavered obscenely in front of his flat stomach, rhythmically pulsing as the blood continued to pound into his manhood. 

"Okay, so I am going to get you cleaned up. I know this is really bizarre, but if we both just remain calm and treat it as a patient-nurse type situation, I am sure we'll get through it in no time. Are you with me on this?" Sue paused, hoping Ron would remain docile while she washed him, partly because it would make the bath easier, but also it would help her control her own excitement if he didn't try to instigate any contact with her. 

"Ron, I said are you with me......are you going to behave?"

Through Ron's inebriated condition, the bizarre reality of the situation began to settle into his brain. As much as he had wanted to simply lift the tiny Asian temptress and slide her down over his erection, she had made it clear that doing so was not an option, to the point of actually securing his hands at his sides. He must have misread the way she had seemed so enamored of his bulging trunks at the boutique and then on the beach. His scattered mind then made the leap back to the ocean, when he'd resolved to go along with Beth's concocted temptations with as much naiveté as he could believably convey, hoping it would lead to Beth, or Sue in this case, eventually giving in to their own desire for his cock, as Beth had already done on two occasions. 

Being recommitted to his own plan of action, Ron replied, "um yeah, I mean, I'm sorry for being so, ah, you know, drunk and stuff. I'll be good." 

Pleased with this response, Sue stepped closer to him, her legs now straddling his until she was poised about 6 inches away from his cock. Now anxious to see what she would do, Ron did his best to remain calm.

"First, let's wash your hair....oops. I forgot to grab the shampoo......hold tight." She turned and bent at the waist, knowing she was presenting her ass for Ron's viewing pleasure. Again, being good and looking good, mutually exclusive in Sue's mind. 

She pulled the curtain back to the spot Beth had left her drink and the shampoo. To her surprise, in addition to the shampoo was a liquid soap dispenser, shaving cream, a razor and baby oil. Kind of strange, but then Sue realized she probably left most of that stuff for her own shower after Ron got out of the tub. Grabbing the bottle, Sue straightened back up and turned to see Ron, as expected, staring at the spot her ass had just been occupying. 

Beth was watching intently, anxious to observe, yet jealous that she could not take part in this devilish teasing opportunity she'd orchestrated. Her left hand held the yet to be missed wash cloths and bar soap tightly to her body, while her right hand had already dipped past her teeny bikini bottoms, to stimulate her already simmering pussy.

Sue shuffled her feet back along the outside of Ron's legs, until she resumed her position just a few inches from his hard cock. "Okay, close your eyes."

Ron did as instructed, and Sue directed the shower head to thoroughly soak his head. After moving the spray back to pepper the tile wall, she leaned still closer and squirted a dollop of shampoo into her hand, and began to massage it into his sandy brown hair. 

His head fell back even further as Ron took pleasure in her gentle touch. Needing to better reach the back of his head, Sue scooted in tighter. She truly didn't realize her proximity to his cock until she felt it press against her bikini. Given all the jostling, Ron didn't seem to notice. Sue took the opportunity to look down at their interaction, knowing the suds cascading across his face would insure Ron's eyes remained closed. God, his engorged head looked so immense, positioned so as to almost hide the tiny purple bottoms from her sight. Even as her hands kept up the gentle shampooing; she deliberately dipped then extended her legs, allowing her crotch to lightly scrap along the rock hard pole.

She was shaken from her perversions by Ron, saying, "MMmmm, this feels good." 

Hoping he was referring to her fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp, Sue nevertheless stepped back a few inches, ceasing her movements against Ron's penis, 'God, what was she doing........CONTROL YOURSELF.....' She screamed insider her head. 

She quickly grabbed the shower head and rinsed the shampoo away. Ron squinted and refocused on Sue as the water slowly cleared from his eyes. Her breasts were at his eye level, the fresh spray of water serving to accentuate her THOs (tittie hard ons) as the guys on the basketball team liked to refer to them.

"Now let's finish up and get you out so I can shower." Sue said, doing her best to convince herself to linger no longer than necessary. Accordingly, she tore her vision from Ron's nude body and pulled back the curtain to get some soap and a wash cloth. "Um, there should be a wash cloth in here....but I don't see one."

Beth's fingers continued to stroke her slippery clit as she gazed through the tiny peep hole with equal parts lust and amusement, thinking to herself, "come on, just use the liquid soap and your hands.......it will make for a much more invigorating cleansing for my boy Ron." 

As if sensing Beth's silent directive, Sue resolved herself to the fact that the only option was the liquid soap dispenser. Thinking of smearing this slick soap over Ron's skin was tugging her back to the boundaries of perversion. Sue again made a silent pledge to behave, and straightened her prone body, took a deep breath and turned to wash the teenager's lanky body.

"All right now, this won't take too long, and well, I know this is kind of a strange situation, but like we said, for the next few minutes I am Nurse Sue, and you are my patient.......just keep that in mind, and we'll get through this in no time, okay?"

"Ah, yeah, I mean I'll do my best, but, ah, I mean, I've never even been in a hospital......if you were dressed like a nurse.....maybe, but in that bikini, um, it might be kind of hard, you know? " Ron rambled, momentarily forgetting his plan to refrain from saying anything even remotely related to sex. 

Sue stood there, watching him do his best to focus on his response. When he said "it might be kind of hard" she had to bite her gums to keep from giggling. She knew it was juvenile, but his unintended choice of adjectives struck her as hilarious, and she struggled to maintain her silence.

"But I'll try, I mean, after all, I'm not a little boy anymore, so I should be able to act like an adult about this right?" Ron continued, now remembering his plan of remaining neutral to the incredible sexual temptation before him.

"Good, well now, I'll start with your shoulders and arms, and then we'll just move on from there, okay?" Sue said as she moved back to her previous position, straddling Ron's thighs. 

Ron did his best to keep his thoughts lucid, and his facial expression innocent, attempting to conceal the lustful desires emanating from his drunken, sexually tormented mind. "Ah sure, you're the nurse here, whatever you say, I'll do........no questions." 

Sue noticed Ron's overt eagerness to acquiesce to her directives, but chalked it up more to his drunken attempt to behave himself, than his true intention of passively encouraging her onward. 

Sue started off by rubbing tow handfuls of pearly white soap onto Ron's shoulders, even as much of it began to slide down his chest and stomach. She instinctively slid her hands downward, recapturing and redirecting the escaping soap across his chest. Following the path of her hands, her vision locked onto Ron's cock, swaying over his belly button at about a 45 degree angle, calling for her slick hands to stroke the tormented girth extending upward from the now matted brown pubic hair. Knowing that it would lessen her temptation, she relocated her efforts, and her vision, back to Ron's broad shoulders and upper arms. 

"Lean toward me a little so I can wash some of your back, okay?" Sue instructed.

"Yes nurse Sue." Ron answered in a syrupy sweet, sing songy reply. "Patient Ron will do exactly as you say." Ron giggled at his own ridiculous response, partly due to drunken silliness, and partly in hoping the goofy humor might help hide his underlying desire for Sue, and their shower together. 

Sue, indeed chalked his embracing of the whole nurse/patient thing up to him being playfully drunk, and she stepped a little closer and helped Ron lean as far forward as his confined wrists would allow. 

She did her best to convince her struggling conscience that the resulting contact between her crotch and Ron's erection was innocent and unintended, but the lust driven part of her, the part that had been smoldering and intensifying all day due to the serendipitous teasing she'd been subjected to, knew her actions from this point forward would be anything but innocent. However, there was still enough of her rational brain battling her desires, that she absolutely had to make Ron think her intentions were as pure as the driven snow. 

He seemed oblivious so far, and perhaps he was so drunk that he truly did believe she was just doing a good deed for his mom. If so, she might be able to push things for her own enjoyment. Reaching over to swipe her soapy hands across his upper back, Sue pressed even more firmly against his cock, and her still disheveled bikini top was now mere inches from Ron's face. 

Ron could feel her moving against his dick, and would have to lean only slightly forward to take her purple bikini and obviously erect nipple into his mouth. He fought this instinct, even in this inebriated condition recalling the two instances with Beth, and how she had ultimately been the one to succumb to the temptation and take control. If he made an aggressive move now, he was afraid she'd back off. He kept repeating the mantra over and over in his mind, 'one...two...three...four....show her what she's longing for.......five...six...seven....eight....eventually she'll take the bait'. It was a trick he'd learned back when he was on the swim team to help keep his strokes on time; make up a rhyme to keep you focused on the task at hand, and before you know it, you're at the finish line. 'one...two...three...four....show her what she's lusting for.......five...six...seven....eight....eventually she'll take the bait'. With the newly created verse looped in his brain, he refrained from thrusting his hips upward to increase their contact, kept his mouth away from the succulent tits dangling before him, and let Sue finish with his back.

Satisfied that his upper body was clean, Sue pointed the shower head to rinse the suds away, then stepped back to reassess their situation. She was quickly deciding that she might be able to keep her self-pledge to not jeopardize her relationship with Dave or Amy, and still have a little fun with Ron and his extraordinary cock. He was obviously drunk enough to potentially not recall a lot of detail of this shower, and if she behaved in a way to appear professional and not sexually excited by the situation, he might also be drunk enough to simply do as instructed, at least to a point. Even though Ron was behaving and fully cooperating, Sue wanted to address his ever-present erection in order to have him fall more fully in line.

"Okay, before I finish, well, I think we should address, ahem, you know, your condition." She finished, motioning with her head to Ron's crotch. "Now, I don't want you to be embarrassed. I know I haven't mentioned it yet, even though I've been here with you being naked for several minutes. As a nurse I've found that some erections will go away after the first few minutes of a bath, but other times, well, it persists."

Ron was still battling the tequila, his attention span faltering. He did manage to catch most of Sue's little speech, and rather than try to engage in any substantial conversation, he simply said, "I understand", even as a little voice in his brain started repeating, 'one...two...three...four....show her what she's lusting for....five...six...seven....eight....eventually she'll take the bait'. 

"Well, good, in my experience, it is best to simply act like your erection is completely normal. I'll treat it, I mean you, as if nothing is out of the ordinary. First I'll wash your legs, but I just wanted to clear the air about, well , you know." Sue finished, once again nodding her head toward Ron's prick as it wavered between them.

Sue grabbed the soap dispenser and stood there, still straddling Ron's knees as his legs extended almost the length of the tub. He drank in her form as the shower water beat around her head and shoulders, streaming down across her breasts and eventually funneling into the purple triangle of material still clinging obscenely to her engorged pussy. A substantial portion of each breast was still peeking from beneath the bikini, and her nipples appeared as hard as his own cock. Ironically, Ron tried his best to present a neutral facial expression, to hide further evidence of the lustful desires so blatantly exhibited between his legs....'one..two..three....."

Sue stepped back and used her right foot to nudge Ron's left leg toward the edge of the tub, then did the same to his right leg, the end result being his legs spread wide, with ample room for her to kneel between them, tantalizingly close to his tempting cock. As Sue twisted her body to better reach his lower leg and foot, she once again revisited her silent struggle to maintain her composure. She knew she wanted to eventually run her hands over Ron's genitals, wrap the steel like shaft in her clenched fists and stroke the thick liquid soap up and over the large puffy head. But she also committed herself to move slowly, take baby steps and see if Ron responded overtly in a sexual manner. As long as he bought into the innocence of her actions, whether it be due to his own naiveté, or his drunken condition, and didn't seem to notice how inappropriate her behavior truly was, she's be empowered to torment him a little and have a her own perverted fun.......no harm done. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 13



Beth deliberately stroked her fingers beneath her bikini, watching intently as Sue maneuvered between Ron's legs. God, she wished she could be right there with them, using her manipulative talents to tease them both. She knew, however, there was just no way to plausibly insert herself into this little scenario.......but, she could at least take some solace in the fact that she would eventually be a participant in bringing her twisted fantasies for Pam and Ron to fruition........she just had to be patient and bide her time. 

Sue ran her soap covered hands from Ron's foot to just above his knee, then back again, in a deliberately snail like fashion. As she ascended back up his leg once again, she pushed the ever increasing soapy foam to within a few inches of his balls, still sagging heavily and nestled against his muscular thigh. Rather than give any attention to his crotch, Sue rotated her body and carefully squeezed the liquid soap in a line along her other extended leg, over his nearly hairless upper leg, over his knee and down across his shin. The warm water beating down against the back of Sue's head and shoulders splattered randomly onto Ron's body, but only served to disperse the slimy liquid across his skin, rather than wash it away completely. She repeated the tortuously slow washing of his leg, until her hands were once again resting a mere inch from Ron's cum filled scrotum. 

Ron, even though highly intoxicated, did his best to focus on Sue, her incredible boobs now seemingly escaping from all sides of her bikini, and her soft hands as she stroked his upper thighs. Having twisted back to face him, her pouty lips were only a few inches from his tortured dick. He wanted to thrust it into her face, hoping she'd give him the blow job he so badly needed, but even his drunken brain could comprehend how badly things might go if he did so. He knew the thing to do was stick to his plan, beat back his lust, play things as innocently as he could manage, and see if Sue might eventually succumb to his cock, like Beth had. Ron found it almost impossible to believe he was really contemplating how his "cock" might be able to seduce the exotic Asian kneeling between his legs. Of course, to think he'd be in the shower, handcuffed to a chair, while someone as sexy as Sue was bathing him was equally hard to fathom. If Beth had not already placed him in two similarly erotic situations, teased him mercilessly, then eventually fucked him silly, he would never have envisioned the possibility of Sue actually behaving in a similar manner. She had obviously been into the whole teasing/exhibitionism thing back at the boutique, so if he just kept up the charade, maybe she just might give in to what he hoped would be her desire for him, or perhaps better said, his cock. 

Sue next took the soap dispenser and squirted it liberally from one side of his flat stomach to the other, 'accidentally' trailing a bead of soap across his purplish head as it easily jutted up well past his navel. 

She looked to Ron's face for any response, and seeing none, reached both hands around behind his erection to massage the pearl white soap over his taut abs. She slowly slid them ever closer to his lovely cock, now noticeably pulsing and wavering before her face. She was soon unable to wash any closer to his crotch without making contact with the thick shaft. 

Pausing to reassess her next move, Sue spoke, "Uh, Ron, I know we decided to treat your, ah, well your response to this situation, as normally as possible, and I will certainly do so, but I did want to warn you that I need to sort of maneuver you a little so I can finish with your stomach. Is that okay with you?"

Ron was doing his best to control himself, and was in the middle of his mantra as Sue spoke.......' three...four....show....her ..what...' and failed to comprehend the question.

"Ron? Are you with me? I said I need to, ah, to sort of move you out of the way, is that okay with you?" 

"Sure, you're the nurse so you just do whatever you need to do. I'll sit here and be as good a patient as I can."

Sue was glad to see Ron responding once again in such a compliant manner, and responded with a little smile across her lips, "Okay then, let me just get a little more soap and I'll get back to your stomach."

She put a big dollop of soap in her right hand.....so much in fact that it was beginning to seep between her fingers, which she deliberately caught by cradling her left hand beneath the right. Parting the fingers on her right hand even more, the left was soon coated in the slimy goo.

Ron watched intently as Sue scooched in even closer to his crotch; her lovely breasts occasionally grazing his inner thighs, and her nipples as hard and noticeable as ever. She brought her soap covered right hand back to his upper stomach, resting it there, poised to begin its task. Her left hand was also poised and ready for action, hovering a mere inch or so from his thick shaft.

"Okay now Ron, just remember that what I have to do now is no different than most any nurse would do when bathing a patient in your current state. Are you ready for me to wash the rest of your belly?" Sue spoke as evenly as she could, doing her best to hide the excitement threatening to consume her body. The heat emanating from her pussy was enough to be distracting, but the lustful urges fighting for control of her brain required all her focus. She was resolved that she was about to grasp the cock that had been tempting her all day, but she was also resolved to maintain her actions as non-sexual as possible, so that she could plausibly act offended if Ron said and did anything suggestive. Of course, if he didn't she be quite surprised. Hell, the poor kid had been tormented and teased all day long. Sue chuckled to herself as she suddenly realized she might actually be offended if he didn't make another play to have sex with her. 

Her rambling thoughts were interrupted as Ron replied, "Ah, yea, you can go ahead whenever......I guess if every other patient that ever had a sponge bath could deal with it, I can get through this too."

Sue didn't hesitate any longer, and deftly wrapped her left hand around the base of Ron's dick. She immediately took note of her fingers inability to reach completely around the girth, as she stated in a calm tone, "I am just going to move your penis back some so I can reach down to your lower abs and pubic area. You certainly don't want any lingering sand down there now do you?" As she spoke, Sue pulled his shaft back away from his body and toward her suddenly salivating mouth. She slid her right hand down to begin sudsing up Ron's pubic hair, even as her left, soap covered palm, 'accidently' slipped a few inches upward. 

"You know," Sue continued, "properly washing a patients genital area is rather important for good hygiene," her right hand gliding back and forth around the perimeter of the shaft, creating a foamy collar of soap. She firmly clutched the granite like rod, yet her slick hand still slid a few inches up and back as she maneuvered it like a joy stick, keeping it away from the cleansing effort of her other hand. After several seconds of working his cock like the stick shift in her old Mustang, Sue ceased the scrubbing of Ron's crotch and let his cock flop back to smack against her stomach. "Oops, sorry about that." Sue said while watching his bouncing dick slowly reach equilibrium and hover above his belly button. 

For the first time since she had grasped his cock, Sue looked away from her hands and into Ron's face. He still looked quite drunk, but there was no mistaking the pure lust and desire in his eyes. Smiling inwardly to herself, she decided that if Ron didn't plead with her to fuck or at least suck him at this point, he was primed for just a little more fun.

"You okay? Ready to finish up real quick?"

Ron looked from his throbbing, blood engorged penis, up past Sue's smoking hot boobs, and into her face. God he wanted her to slid his cock up between those perfect tits, but he reminded himself of his plan, answered that he was fine, and began his silent chant.......'One Two Three Four, Show Her...'

Beth watched in equal parts desire, amazement and jealousy. Sue was damn near as devious as she was, and as her fingers brought her closer to her own orgasm, Beth was aching to join her in the tiny shower. Knowing deep down that was not an option, Beth kept her eye to the tiny viewpoint and waited to see what might happen next.

"Well, we're just about all done. I guess you could say I've saved the hard part for last." Sue spoke to Ron, yet barely broke eye contact with his penis. As she finished her last sentence, she glanced up to Ron's face, not really surprised to see that her little play on words had apparently failed to register with the intoxicated teen. 

Encouraged, Sue continued on, "I always explain to patients that while they are not used to having someone else wash their genitals, nurses do this sort of thing so much that we don't give it a second thought. 'All God's children got skin' as my first clinical instructor used to say, so what you need to do is realize this is really not a big deal." She finished, her eyes now locked once again on the 'very big deal' object of her intentions. 

Ron was doing his best to hide his emotions as Sue evidently prepared to wash his cock and balls. The fact that her efforts so far, which included her soapy manhandling of his penis, didn't count as 'washing his genitals' was an unexpected and exciting revelation to young Ron. He kept telling himself not to say or do anything to screw this up now, and maybe she'd give in and have sex with him the way Beth had. Beth!? Just as Ron began to wonder about Beth's whereabouts, Sue once again called for his attention.

"Ron, are you with me.......focus Ron, I want you to understand what comes next." 

His own thoughts now interrupted, he nodded his agreement, again keeping to his plan to keep his mouth shut and not say the wrong thing.

Sue had decided to push the matter some, and justify her behavior as a clinical part of her nursely duties. "Okay, well then, normally I would use a wash cloth and be wearing surgical gloves, but this is a slightly different set of circumstances, so we'll just have to improvise. Since I don't have any gloves, I'll need to use an excessive amount of soap, to insure against infection." Sue was pleased to find the drunken and naïve teenager not questioning her obvious, and even silly, justification for squirting an excessive pool of liquid soap into the palm of her hand. "Again, with a wash cloth, you are assured of properly washing the entire area, but since I'll have to use only my relatively tiny hands, I'll have to take great care to methodically cleanse every square inch, as I wouldn't want any sand or other ocean salt to remain lodged in your genital area. I've seen too many cases of infection due to a young man not knowing the importance of proper genital hygiene, especially after a trip to the beach." Again, total bullshit, but Ron's face conveyed no suspicion of her fabricated reasons to prolong the best part of this 'sponge bath'. 

"Any questions?" Sue offered him one last chance to call her out. With no response, she continued, "Then let's begin."

"I'll begin with your scrotum." Sue said in a steady tone, managing to conceal the excitement buzzing throughout her body. She took her soap filled left hand and gently cupped Ron's heavy sac; their size and weight causing the excess soap to squish out from under the egg shaped balls, even as they would roll and slide, dictating that one was always slipping from Sue's undersized palm. She scooted in closer, kneeling as close to Ron and his cock as possible, her ass resting on her own heels. Sue brought her right hand to join the left, now fully able to contain the slippery ball sac, to Sue's surprise, still hanging loosely away from Ron's still fully engaged erection. She held them for a few seconds, then began to very tenderly and purposely run her thumbs back and forth over the smooth skin of the slowly tightening scrotum. 

Sue looked up to Ron's face, curious to see his reaction to her gentle 'washing' of his balls. He was staring intently at his crotch and her hands, the tormented and lustful look on his face unmistakable. "You doing okay? I'll be as gentle as possible, and I'll try to be quick, but like I said, thoroughness is essential when it comes to properly bathing a patient's genitalia. So, are you? Doing okay I mean?"

Ron, now fully engaged with his 'innocent patient' demeanor, with somewhat labored breathing, replied , "Ah, sure, I trust you to, ah, I mean, you know more about this than I do." 

"My my, aren't you just about the perfect patient," Sue answered, her words conveying the absolute truth as far as she was concerned. A cute, well built, pliable young man with a beautifully luscious penis......and the fact that he was forbidden fruit, due to his connection to Amy and Dave, well that, in a twisted sort of way, made it all a little more naughty and fun.

Her fingers began to work in concert with her ongoing actions, tugging and scraping the underside of his sac as her thumbs explored even closer to the base of his shaft. "Can you scoot out a little bit, so that I can wash your back side?" 

Ron did as instructed, and Sue's hands immediately transitioned from his balls to cup the portion of his ass cheeks now exposed beyond the edge of the tiny chair. "Can you lift up just a little so I can reach a little easier?"

Ron managed to brace his bound hands on the edge of the chair and lift his body. Sue leaned in still closer as she extended her arms beneath Ron's body and allowed her hands to fully roam over his muscular ass. The combination of leaning forward, coupled with Ron thrusting his pelvis upward, brought Sue's face within a inch of his thick shaft and purplish head. Her hands were moving with no conscious direction from her brain, caressing and massaging the soap across Ron's sculpted buns, slowly nudging him ever closer to her face. God this was getting incredibly hard to resist, and Sue for a split second envisioned herself licking the water droplets from the impressive penis hovering before her. She knew she had to get a little distance or she would surely succumb to her lustful desires.

Ron was holding his position as best he could, his muscular arms keeping him elevated and ever nearer to the Asian beauty kneeling before him. He watched the way she seemed mesmerized by his dick, and felt her hands seeming to tug him toward her. Ron was growing more confident that his plan of tempting Sue, as he had, albeit unintentionally, done to Beth, was about to, at the least, get him a blowjob. Just when he was certain Sue was going to lean forward that last inch and allow her full lips to make contact with his tormented cock, she abruptly slid her hands free of his ass, and sat back on her heels, pressing her hands against his knees to direct him back down onto the chair. 

"Okay, well, we are almost done." Sue said, as much to herself as to Ron. Part of her wanted to enjoy this little game, run her hands over his towering cock for a few minutes, then quit while she could still plausibly deny having behaved in an overtly sexual manner with the drunken teen. But she knew the smoldering lust burning closer and closer to the surface was in danger of pushing her to do more than she should, and she needed to take a break, or risk jeopardizing her future with Dave. 

Still, when would she ever be in such a deliciously enticing situation again? Sue kept telling herself that she was a grown woman; a nurse used to dealing with male nudity, and certainly should be able to control her physical urges. Her eyes focused on Ron's cock, the purplish head seeming to throb with every beat of his heart, and her better judgment quickly lost out to the decision to complete the bath she'd promised his mother. 

Reaching for the soap, Sue looked back to Ron's face. The combination of lust, anticipation, and nervousness, all somewhat stunted by his drunken condition, was almost funny. She noticed the focus of his attention was at her chest, and looked down to confirm the image she was presenting him. She'd been so consumed with Ron and administering his bath, Sue had forgotten her efforts to intentionally display her boobs to him in the thin, disheveled bikini top. Glancing down, she was pleased to see both nipples remained rock hard and unmistakable as they jutted against the thin cotton suit. In addition, just a hint of areola was peeking from the purple material, now mostly failing to conceal her left breast. Further, her right breast was threatening to slip below the bottom hem, as almost 1/3 of the fleshy globe was presented for Ron's viewing pleasure. Pleased to be able to tease him both visually and physically, Sue did nothing to reposition the bikini, squirted a fistful of soap into her palm, and scooted in closer to Ron's crotch.

Beth watched, her fingers now working at a steady pace across her very wet pussy. This bitch was really good. At first Beth had been ready to quickly slip from the closet and "return" from her trip down the beach to end this shower before Sue raped the boy. But the longer she watched, the more confidence she had with Sue's own self control. Not to mention the pleasure she was getting from seeing Ron once again be taken nearer and nearer to the orgasm for which he must so desperately yearn.

Ron kept willing himself to keep silent. Even in his still drunken condition, he had the presence of mind to keep quiet and let Sue continue, trying as best he could to conceal the fact he was ready to explode from the teasing and tempting to which she was subjecting him. 

"Okay then, I just need to finish up by washing your penis. Remember now Ron, I have done this my entire career, so while I realize it might be a little embarrassing, or awkward for you, I want you to understand that you have no reason to be embarrassed......believe me." Sue began, unable to forgo giving Ron, and his lovely penis, a thinly veiled compliment, even as her attention shifted from his face to his cock and back again, practically with each word that crossed her lips. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing in the added stimulation provided to her tingling pussy. 

Sue rested her forearms on Ron's thighs, and slowly dropped both hands to the base of Ron's cock, gently wrapping her soap filled fist around the base. As the soapy liquid oozed between her fingers she squeezed more firmly, trying once again to see if her fingertips would touch while encircling the thick shaft. The visual of her red fingernails contrasting with his pinkish skin and still white soap-sudsy balls and pubic hair, was quite en erotic sight for Sue, and the fact that her petite fingers failed to touch by almost an inch sent a jolt directly to her increasingly smoldering cunt.

Sue loosened her grip and began to very lightly rotate her hand around his steel like rod, even as she began to speak, "Now then, I am not so naïve to your situation as to not recognize how, ahem, well, potentially stimulating this might be for you. You have behaved as a perfect patient, and believe me, not all of my patients over the years have refrained from saying some very suggestive things to me." She looked up to gage Ron's response, and was pleased to see his gaze far less lust crazed than she would have expected given the situation. "I mean, given the dynamics here of me being involved with your girlfriend's dad, and the fact that your mother trusted me as a professional nurse to take proper care of you, and not to even mention your age.......I mean all those things make it vital that you have not acted like some of my other, more aggressive patients. Cause if you had, well, I'd have had to bring this shower to an end right away, as I am sure you understand and agree, right?" 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 14



Lil regretted having agreed to check on Ron almost as soon as the words left her mouth, but she couldn't think of a good reason to back out of it, short of telling his mom she'd seen him masturbating in the store dressing room, and of course, that wasn't an option. Her guilt of having succumbed to the temptation of peeping on the boy had descended upon her almost at once, yet throughout the day, her mind had nonetheless continued to flash back to the sight of his hand wrapped around his incredibly large penis. 

She was hesitant to even admit it to herself, but she had been uncharacteristically aroused all afternoon, even finding herself observing a few hunky college spring breakers that had been with them on their snorkeling excursion, often discreetly glancing at their clingy wet trunks when they would climb out of the water. Mike had unknowingly furthered her temptation by asking one of the particularly attractive college boys to help her remove her flippers while Mike himself assisted their daughter. The 20 something kneeling before her, his face only inches from her crotch, seemed to take longer than necessary, and continually looked up to speak to her, obviously scrutinizing her wet, clingy one-piece swimsuit which did little to conceal a fit yet curvy figure most any 40 year old would be proud to have. Lil recalled how her body reacted, the tingling heat seeming to travel directly from her moist crotch to her flushed face as the handsome young man blatantly ogled her as she stood there in the midst of a boat full of vacationers. Her puffy nipples, which were always a threat to 'present' when she went swimming, were now distending and pushing through the well padded bra lined swimsuit she'd worn to prevent this very thing. Usually, the heat, and quite frankly, the absence of sexual thoughts in Lil's brain, kept them at bay. But not now, with this handsome young man calmly devouring her with his eyes, they were impossible to miss. As soon as she stepped away from the nicely muscled boy, she had slipped her cover-up on, eager to hide her still growing nipples. 

Lil had been surprised that even though Mike had seemed to notice the boy lingering at her feet, he acted like it was no big deal, and even thanked the young man for his help. Relieved that her husband didn't get jealous, or cause a fuss, she was free to relax and enjoy the ride back to the dock. For the remainder of their snorkeling excursion, however, no matter how much she tried to think pure thoughts, Lil kept replaying the way the young man had so blatantly ogled her, and even occasionally would steal prolonged glances at his tanned physique from behind her dark shades. 

Feeling increasingly aroused, Lil had been hoping Mike would be up for lovemaking later that night, but she also knew he'd be drinking beer while watching the Heels, and while a couple of beers often led him to talk a big game, he usually fell asleep before things got very interesting. Now feeling rather horny herself, she had run into Beth and agreed to perform a motherly favor. Beth obviously trusted her to look after her son. Of course, she also had no idea of Lil's voyeurism back at the boutique. Yet, no matter some of the recent naughty thoughts, Lil was a proper Christian lady, and was perfectly capable of carrying out the favor asked of her by Beth. However, she hadn't seen Ron since their lunch, and the thought of going to his room, where he was alone, and likely asleep, still seemed like a bad idea. If he were to wake up, she just knew she'd be embarrassed and uncomfortable being alone with him, even though she had convinced herself that he had no idea she had seen him in the dressing room. Lil was committed to do the favor, but would make sure Mike would stop by with her on the way to the bar, that way everything would be completely proper.

()()()

Mike's soapy hand swiped yet again across his slowly thickening cock. He was reluctant to admit to himself that he was becoming aroused by the direction of his thoughts. He'd never been jealous of Lil, and she had often gotten a second look over the years they'd been married, but to go from not being jealous to getting a hard-on at the recollection of your wife being the object of a young stranger's lust was quite another story. 

It had begun earlier that day, as the entire family had been boating around the island on a snorkeling excursion. He'd noticed her, uncharacteristically trying to check the young guys out on the boat, and had even messed with her a little by having one of them help out with her equipment. It was so unlike her, but even more unusual was the effect the relatively innocent events had on him. He'd been trying to get Lil to dress more provocatively for a long time, and in particular on this trip, and he'd always told himself it was so he could admire his still sexy wife, but as he had casually watched the college guy not so discreetly stare at her, he felt the stirrings of an erection. Watching more closely, he realized Lil's suit was still damp enough to contour to her body like a second skin. She had even been unknowingly presenting a well defined camel toe to the boy, kneeling with his head less than a foot from her crotch, and her nipples were noticeably erect as she stood there in the 90+ degree Caribbean sunshine. As he recalled the events, his cock once again started to swell. He couldn't really believe how he was feeling, but he was obviously turned on by the thought of Lil's relatively innocent exhibitionism on the boat. But it was really more than that; it was the thought that his demure, religious wife was potentially excited by the unplanned teasing as well. The way she had been glancing at the boy's crotches, her blatantly hard nipples and somewhat flushed color of her neck and face was a pretty certain giveaway after so many years of marriage. 

Now, as he stood beneath the hot shower, he toyed with the idea of jacking off to images of Lil allowing the boy to rub suntan lotion on her back, or maybe of her nonchalantly flashing her panties later in the bar, to even an image of her parading in front of their bedroom window back home, knowing the neighbor's high school aged son was peeping from his room next door. These and other images were flashing across his brain randomly, and his cock grew still harder. He was about give in and stroke himself to completion, when Lil abruptly opened the bathroom door and joined him just on the other side of the opaque shower curtain. 

His erection began to subside immediately, as he feared her opening the curtain and catching him in the act. She began to relay her recent conversation with Beth, the sexy blonde that had obviously been teasing him earlier at the boutique. Mike listened to Lil explain the situation. He was all for Lil and Beth becoming friendly on this trip because it improved his chances of being able to spend time near Beth, hopefully in a sinfully tiny bikini he was so certain she would wear. He didn't quite understand why Lil wanted him to go with her to check on Beth's son, but she seemed pretty adamant about it. 

Still feeling extremely horny and the fantasy of Lil sexily turning heads in the bar fresh in his mind, Mike decided to try and leverage the situation as best he could. "I don't know baby, it's not long until tipoff, and I don't want to miss any of the action." Mike said, truthfully.

"But Mike, it won't take long, just go with me on the way to the bar." Lil countered.

"Well, I guess I could be persuaded." He said in a teasing tone. "How about you wear that new dress I bought for the trip." He had been hoping to get her to wear the dress during their vacation, but with the kids along, there really hadn't been an appropriate time and place. For tonight at least, the kids, worn out from a day of swimming and snorkeling, were content to stay in their adjoining room, order a pizza and watch a movie. 

He'd given the dress to her the night before they left, but she could see the daring neckline and didn't even try it on. She did give in to Mike's pestering, and packed it, but certainly had no intention of actually wearing it. But after the events of the day, she felt a little more open to the idea. Plus maybe if she played along with him now, it would keep his interest up, even through the game and beers, for some fun later. She was certainly in the mood, and with the kids staying back in their room, this might be the perfect time to break from her conservative wardrobe and wear something a little daring.

"I guess I can wear it, if you really want me to." She answered, seeking out one last reassurance from her husband.

"Great, now go get it on while I get dried off." He exclaimed, surprised at how easily she agreed, and further, surprising himself as thoughts of the way the men in the bar might ogle his sexy wife unconsciously invaded his brain. 

Lil stood before the closet mirror in the bedroom, trying to wrap her brain around the way she looked. She had never felt so exposed when preparing to go out in public. She would never ever wear anything like this back home. It was a red, halter style dress that buttoned all the way up the front to a much more daring scoop cut than she had ever worn, showing the golden swell of each breast peeking from the snug neckline. It also dipped almost to her waist in the back, which made wearing a bra impossible. Her full, yet pert B cup breasts were firm enough to go braless, although in recent years, gravity had slightly increased the jiggle factor. It was her nipples, however, that presented the challenge Lil had dealt with her entire adult life. She wore dense tops, multiple layers and thick, well padded bras, or at least some combination of the above. While they were usually somewhat dormant, she never knew when her thick nipples would spring to attention. It didn't require her to be sexually aroused for them to grow rock hard and extend out well over ½ inch from her reddish brown, quarter sized areola. They would grow long and remain quite thick. In her younger days, there had been many an embarrassing moment when she got cold, or perhaps nervous, that they would push through her bra and clothing, drawing second glances from both men and women alike. Over the years, she'd learned how to manage them with the proper clothing. This dress would not be considered proper clothing, for even with a bra, it was too thin and tight to come close to concealing them. Without the ability to wear one of her supper padded bras, the slightest extension of her nipples would be plainly evident. 

The snugness of the dress across her upper body gave way to a looser fit as the dress became more flowing below her waist. The ivory colored buttons extended from the plunging neckline down to a couple of inches above her knee, then another 7or so inches of material hung down to the hemline. Each step she took would lead to one tanned leg, then the other, protruding between the wispy, colorful dress, the movement and contrast in color sure to draw attention to her bronzed and toned legs. 

Tingling from both the day's temptations and her sun-kissed skin, she felt sexier than she could ever remember, but did she really have the guts to go out in public dressed like this? She decided to see how Mike would react. He would likely decide it would be too much and ask her to change. 

After examining herself repeatedly in the poorly lit mirror next to the bed, Lil came back in the bathroom, where Mike was just wrapping his towel around his still respectable 36" waist. 

"Wow! Look at you!" he growled, taking Lil by the hands and forcing her to spin for his inspection. 

"I don't know, I feel so exposed. I mean not counting my shoes, I am only wearing two pieces of clothing." Lil said, fishing for more compliments. What she got was certainly not what she expected. 

"You're right," replied Mike, "Two articles of clothing just won't do." 

Slow to realize what he was up to, Lil watched as Mike knelt before her, slipped his hands beneath her dress and had her rather boring white panties pulled down to her knees before she even began to put up a fight.

"What are you doing Michael?!" she barked, using 'Michael' to let him know just how serious she was, as she tried to escape, only to be trapped against the bathroom vanity counter. 

As soon as he pulled the panties over one foot, Mike dove beneath her dress and began to firmly lick and kiss across her pussy. He could smell her arousal even before his tongue confirmed it. She was quite damp, which only served to spur him onward. They didn't usually delve into much oral sex, as Lil didn't care much for it, and he had to practically beg her for a blow job. Once she got going, she seemed okay with it, but sometimes he just didn't feel like putting forth the effort to get her in the mood. Tonight, however, was a different story. Lil was putting up only token resistance, and his face was quickly becoming coated in her excitement. 

Eager to keep her aroused and perhaps more willing to play along with him later, Mike decided to stop short of giving Lil the orgasm he knew was fast approaching, and pulled free from her now compliant hands on the back of his head.

"There now, isn't that a good reason to wear only ONE item tonight. You never know when I might decide to do that again, but right now I need to finish getting ready." He said even as he stepped back and tossed her panties into the tub, where the last of the shower water was still pooled at the drain. "And don't' go get another pair, because I'll just take them off of you too." 

"Mike Johnson.......you pervert! And such a tease!" Lil cooed in a tone to let him know she wasn't all that upset. It wasn't often that he kissed her down there, and she certainly wasn't going to complain about it now. "What would the choir ladies think of me, dressed like some sort of floozy, and with no panties?" she continued, twirling before the mirror. She had actually forgotten about her nipples while Mike had orally assaulted her, but as she viewed herself in the bathroom mirror, she saw that her arousal was plainly evidenced by the pinky finger sized nubs creasing the dress. Now was the time to see if Mike would dial things back a notch or two to preserve his wife's modesty. "Oh no, honey, really, I can't wear this out in public, look.......it is almost obscene the way my nipples are jutting through this dress."

"So what.......we don't know anybody here.....besides, I think you look hot!"

"But, well, don't you care if other men can see?" She responded, taken aback that her husband was not calling a halt to her wearing such an erotically sinful dress.

Mike paused for a few seconds, trying to determine the best course of action. Did he really want to show off his wife so blatantly to a bar full of men? How would she respond? Would he get jealous, or turned on. As the image of Lil 'innocently' flirting with the young guys from the boat flashed across his brain, Mike's cock began to swell and he knew his answer.

He moved behind her so that they both faced the mirror. "I won't care, I mean how could I blame them, look at you, so sexy, and you are all mine, so why can't I show you off a little? Besides, you can't convince me you won't get at least a little turned on wearing that dress into the bar tonight, can you?" Mike said, hoping he wasn't pushing too hard. He pulled her tight so she could feel his erection pressing against her bubbly but firm ass, and reached his hands around to cup her breasts. He slowly grazed his fingers upward, the thin red material practically enabling him to feel each of the countless goose bumps surrounding her abnormally large nipples. Mike realized he'd grown to take them for granted over the years, due in large part because he never saw them like this, barely concealed in a sexy outfit. He shook her shoulders just a little as he said, "Look at you, your breasts are so sexy, and I love the way this dress hugs them so every little jiggle can be seen. Wow!"

"Oh you....just quit it. I will wear this for you tonight, but it will be the last time, so you better enjoy it." Lil shot back, deciding it best to just agree rather than lie to her husband about how excited the dress and this conversation was making her. "Now please hurry so we can check on Beth's son before the game."

"We've only got 10 minutes til game time," Mike said, checking his watch on the counter. The excitement of Lil agreeing to wear the red dress had caused him to forget his end of the deal, as he said, "I still need to shave, so why don't you go on down to their room and we can meet at the bar."

"Um, no, that was not our agreement. But I know you really want to watch this game, so I will cut you some slack, but I will not walk into that bar, dressed like this, all by myself. I probably shouldn't even walk out the front door alone. Why don't you just meet me there, room 101 down on the end by the pool, then we can go to the bar together." Lil replied. 

Mike didn't want to push his luck and have Lil back out of wearing the sexy dress, so he quickly agreed to her plan and ushered her out of the bathroom and on her way.

()()()

It took several minutes for Lil to get from their room to Beth's pool front unit at the end of the building. Thankfully she didn't meet anyone on the way, and proceeded on auto pilot as her body was still buzzing from Mike's earlier oral assault. That along with him talking about showing her off at the bar were so out of character, she wondered what had gotten into him. Of course, the same could be said for her. Here she was, heading to a hotel room to check on a, hopefully, sleeping teenage boy whom she had spied on earlier that same day as he masturbated his enormous penis. And thanks to her husband, she was so horny she could burst, wearing a sexy red dress without a bra or panties, and actually somewhat looking forward to seeing what sort of reaction she'd get from the other men in the bar. But first, she needed to subdue her own hedonistic thoughts and quickly confirm Ron was still sleeping off his afternoon drinking binge.

She slipped the key card into the front door and did her best to open it quietly. She flipped the security bar over to block the door from completely closing so that Mike would not knock and wake Ron, then turned to assess her surroundings. The setting sun still provided enough light through the blinds to fully illuminate the room, and Lil froze in her tracks at the sight before her. His heavy breathing confirmed Ron was still sound asleep, however, he was also wearing, if you could call it that, only a white towel. In fact, it was more draped across his midsection, as opposed to actually wrapped around him, and all of one leg and most of his hip were exposed. Further, the apparently thin and damp towel did little to conceal the unmistakable bulge resulting from his hard penis. 

Her mind began to whir with a myriad of thoughts. 'Surely Beth didn't leave him like this, so he must have woken up... and taken a shower? His hair did look like it was still a little wet. Maybe she should just turn and leave, but then what if Beth and her friend came back to find him like this, or worse yet, what if the towel falls completely off during his sleep? Her friend would see him naked.....and what would Beth think? What if tomorrow, she asks if I saw her son naked? Worse yet, she might bring it up in front of Mike....Mike! Oh my god, he will be here in just a few minutes. I've got to do something to cover him up.'

"Okay, take a deep breath," Lil spoke softly to herself, hoping the sound of her own voice would help corral her frantic thoughts and settle her nerves, "You can handle this, just relax and think." 

She stood there, trying to clear her brain and think of a plan of action. After less than a minute, Lil suddenly realized she wasn't thinking at all, but simply staring at the towel draped so obscenely over the teenager's penis. Her next realization was that the temperature in the room seemed to be rising, as evidenced by the increasing heat spreading from her clammy forehead, downward until she could literally feel the hot moisture between her legs. She instinctively clenched her thighs tight to keep the juices, primed by her husband's tongue and now magnified by this second serendipitous presentation of this boy's overgrown penis, from running down her thighs. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 14



She had read once in a Cosmopolitan Magazine at the hair salon, about how men got numerous erections during their sleep, and with no knowledge of the day's unending teasing and temptations he'd been forced to endure, or the Cialis coursing through his bloodstream, assumed Ron's body was simply behaving as God intended. Staring more intently at the lanky teen and the barely adequate towel draped over his groin, Lil smiled briefly to herself, thinking that if the penis pulsing beneath the thin white towel was also as God intended, then Ron should be on his knees nightly, offering thanks for his truly beautiful and oversized blessing.

As her ironically twisted sense of humor faded, Lil finally snapped from her sinful daydreaming, and accepted the fact that she had to do something to conceal Ron's unmistakable erection before Mike arrived. She didn't see how she would get him under the covers without waking him, which was the absolute last thing she wanted. She began scanning the room, and eventually spied a spare sheet in the closet. It wasn't thick enough to actually hide his excitement, but at least his body would be fully concealed. She would just cover him, and go head Mike off before he could come in the room. Then later, if he came back with her, hopefully Ron's erection would be gone, and if not, she could feign shock and embarrassment for Mike's benefit. 

The sheet poised in her hands, ready to be slung out across his body, Lil paused, taking note of how his penis wavered beneath the towel. Of course, the easiest thing to do would be to simply drape the sheet over him. But then again, perhaps she should just quickly remove the towel first? It seemed like the nurturing thing to do, after all, it was likely damp, and was probably making all the bedding wet even as he lay there right now. 

Almost as quickly as the rationalization entered her brain, she admitted to herself it was a self serving lie concocted to justify exposing this boy's penis. Lil now found herself at the foretelling crossroads so many otherwise good Christians fail to properly navigate. What if you can make what you know to be a sinful choice, but no one will know and no one will be harmed? She of course knew right from wrong here, but after seeing Ron in the dressing room, and now, in her heightened state of sexual arousal, she just couldn't resist this perfect opportunity. Lil told herself she'd just pull the towel free, visually admire Ron's manhood for a few seconds, and then spread the sheet across his body and leave. A very simple plan.

()()()

Mike hurried toward room 101, anxious to retrieve Lil and lead her through the bar. Even if it were still mostly empty, he'd at least get a reaction from the bartender. He approached the room quietly, remembering the whole point of this exercise was to check on Beth's sleeping son. Just as he prepared to lightly knock, Mike noticed the door cracked open an inch or so by the security bar. He pushed it open ever so slowly, and then saw his wife standing there, holding a sheet and staring at the sleeping boy. She appeared to be mesmerized as she stared at Ron. Something seemed off kilter to Mike, and he eased the door back to rest on the lock, then leaned in closer to observe. 

It only took him a couple of seconds to notice the now tented towel over the young man's crotch as the focal point of his wife's trance-like stare. Then, she lowered her hand and stealthily lifted the towel free and dropped it to the floor at her feet. Now he was staring as well. My god, this kid was sporting a world class boner. Mike knew he himself was about average in size, and had never had any complaints, but damn, this teenager was a porn star in waiting. He shifted his vision from Ron's cock back to his wife, noting the lustful expression on her face as she gazed upon the youngster's erection. 

Lil was motionless, visually sizing up the large sex organ jutting up from the lanky body of the passed out teen. It had looked thick and long back in the dressing room, as Ron's fist had pistoned up and down the shaft, but now from only a couple of feet away, without the obstruction of his large hand, it appeared even bigger. She glanced quickly to his hand, then to her own, noting the substantial difference in their size. My goodness, how big would it be in comparison to her own smallish hand? Lil looked back to Ron's face, where his expressionless features had remained unchanged since she entered the room, then her eyes dropped back to his penis. Before her conscious mind registered her actions, Lil's left hand moved to lightly touch Ron's thick shaft, tracing the prominent vein down its length before gently wrapping her fingers around the base. They failed to fully encircle the girth, and she gently tugged the rigid flesh to and fro as she viewed her grip from multiple angles.

Mike couldn't believe what he was seeing. Lil, his wife of 18 years, the ultimate church lady, and the woman who would not even show a hint of cleavage in public back home, was touching another man's cock. More specifically, she was taking advantage of the opportunity to fondle a passed out teenager's towering erection. Even though he was jealous of her obvious infatuation with a cock so much larger than his own, to see his normally prudish wife behaving in such a sexually depraved manner was an immense turn on. The latter emotion prevailed, as evidenced by his now steel hard dick. Still, he was torn by the feeling he should storm in and put a stop to her deviant behavior and silently watching, to see just how far she might go. Ultimately, he decided to give in to his lustful desires, and covertly observe his wife with the sleeping, nude boy. 

Lil continued to lightly squeeze and maneuver Ron's penis, willingly suppressing the inner voice feebly espousing the sinfulness of her actions. Deliberately allowing her hand to slowly, yet steadily slip slightly further up, then down the shaft, Lil found herself mesmerized by the way the thick shaft felt both rock hard, yet somehow smooth and spongy. Perhaps she was more aggressive than intended, for Ron suddenly shifted his position slightly, and emitted a barely audible groan. Lil immediately released his penis, as if it were suddenly on fire. She took a step back and held her breath, her inner voice now regaining strength. What in the world was she thinking? Touching an unconscious teenager, even if he was 18, her actions were completely out of bounds. She stood there for about 15 seconds, making sure Ron wasn't going to wake up, then smoothly floated the sheet out over his nude body, allowing it to softly billow down until his penis was once again obscured from her sight. 

Lil's body was on fire, her vagina practically oozing from the excitement of her brazen actions. She was actually glad Ron had moved and caused her to step away, because in her current state of arousal, she may not have shown the appropriate self control. Besides, Mike should be coming down to meet her soon. Thank goodness he didn't walk in during that 30 seconds of lapsed judgment. While he had been more than willing for the sexy dress and lack of underwear, Lil hardly thought he'd appreciate her groping Ron's big penis.

Mike sensed Lil, having subdued her lustful temptation, was ready to make her exit. He repositioned his erection as best her could, and untucked his shirt so that his tented shorts were concealed. He quickly slipped around the nearby hallway, and waited just a few seconds until he heard Lil quietly shut the door and begin walking toward his hiding spot. He then rounded the corner, as if he were just now coming to retrieve her.

Lil was still doing her best to process what had just happened back in the room. The obvious moral and ethical boundaries she'd crossed presented her the challenge of easing her culpability with an acceptable rationalization. Just as she was developing a position that such an unplanned and victimless encounter was hardly worthy of the degree of guilt she knew to be heading her way, Mike's voice startled her back to reality. 

"Hey baby, already through checking on the kid?" He spoke as evenly as possible, doing his best to conceal the excitement stemming from the recent voyeuristic discovery about his wife. He did take note of how her nipples looked even bigger than when she'd left the room, blatantly threatening to burst through her dress, presenting a tell-tale sign of her arousal.

"Oh, Mike!" she exclaimed, "you scared me."

"Sorry about that. So, what's his name, Ron. Is he okay?" he said, anxious to see how she'd respond.

"Yeah, he's out cold, but looks to be doing just fine. Just remind me we need to stop back by after the game for one last check." Lil replied, hoping her guilt wasn't completely obvious. 

"Too bad for the kid, he missed quite the show of you in that dress." Mike said, motioning to her breasts and plainly evident nipples.

Lil glanced down to confirm Mike's view, ashamed to see her nipples were even more prominent than before, "What has gotten into you Mike Johnson? You sound like you'd be okay with me being dressed like this alone with another man." She answered, not wanting to address her hard nubs with him.

"Well, I don't know about another man, but I am not too concerned about a teenager, even though I can only imagine how thrilled he'd be to wake up to the sight of a sexy babe like you." Mike said, then grabbed her by the hand and led her into the nearby vending/ice room. "As a matter of fact, I am thrilled right now by the way you look." 

Mike pushed Lil back against the ice machine, began to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear, even as his hands slipped beneath her dress. His right hand caressed her bare ass cheek and his left dipped between her legs, all before she could put up any significant resistance. Finding her pussy hot and overly wet further excited Mike, and he pressed his now completely hard dick against her hip.

"My goodness, Mike, you are so naughty........ahh....but you have to stop......what if somebody comes by.....mmmm.....please, you have to quit." Lil's words conveyed reluctance but her body remained compliant to her husband's roaming hands. 

He had to admit he was a little concerned about someone walking in on them as well, but Mike wanted to keep the heat turned up on Lil. The image of her so obviously aroused by the nude boy kept flashing across his brain, and he was increasingly excited by the thought of her, at least for tonight, being his sexy hot wife, hopefully willing to let loose of her normal buttoned down demeanor. Willing to take the chance of exposure for a few minutes longer, Mike dropped to his knees, slid his head beneath her skirt, and orally attacked Lil's panty-less crotch just as he had back in the room. 

Lil's instinct was to push Mike away, but she'd been so horny all day, especially since first agreeing to wear the red dress, and now increased exponentially by the encounter with Ron, that she just couldn't force herself to stop her husband's talented and relentless tongue. 

He could feel her hands, guiding his head beneath her dress. He had her pinned rather firmly against the cold ice machine, and his lips were locked around her clit as his tongue lapped steadily across the now hard little bud. Mike could feel her hips grinding in concert with his actions, and as she began to softly moan, he suspected she wasn't far from cumming. 

Having been initially paranoid about being discovered, Lil's attention was now fully focused on Mike's tongue, to the point she failed to hear the approaching footsteps. Her eyes shut tight, she was bracing herself for a much needed orgasm, only to be jarred back to reality by the sudden voice in the doorway.

"Holy shit! Dude, check it out!" Came the exclamation of the spring breaker peering into the vending room. Almost at once, another similar looking guy joined his friend, "Damn, she is fucking hot!" He said, in an equally excited tone. 

Lil pushed Mike's head away, smoothing down her dress as she turned her back to the door without ever making eye contact with the unwanted audience. "Oh my God! Mike, we have to get out of here."

Mike turned to face the boys, his face glistening with his wife's juices, and his own hard-on tenting the front of his shorts. "Guys, no show here, head on, okay." Mike spoke in a stern yet friendly manner, hoping to avoid and confrontation with the younger, stronger boys. 

"Ah, sure dude, no problem.......it's cool. I don't blame you......if my woman looked like that, I wouldn't make it to the room either." Said the first boy, giving Mike the dual, universal thumbs up approval of his actions.

As the second followed his friend, he paused, saying, "Hey lady, if you want to dump the old guy for some real fun, come find us." A chorus of laughter followed from the boys as they moved down the hallway. 

Without turning around, Lil said, "Are they gone?" She could feel her face flush from the utter embarrassment of being caught.

"Yeah honey, they're gone." 

Lil turned to face Mike, then playfully, yet firmly, gave him a two handed shove to the chest, "I told you we'd get caught! How humiliating!" 

"Listen baby, don't get all worked up over this. I mean, we're never going to see those two again, nobody back home will ever know about this......everything that happens on this vacation between me and you will be between us....and no one else." Mike began his task of soothing his wife, while at the same time hoping to keep her engaged in this potential sexual awakening he was seeing in her. "Besides, did you hear what those guys said about you? About how sexy and hot you are, doesn't that make you feel kind of proud, I know it does me."

"Mike, really, you like the fact that two college boys saw us just now, and said I looked good? Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"I think it is an exciting little adventure we just shared, and they didn't say you 'looked good', they said you were 'smokin' hot' and that you should dump me for them. I think I officially am married to a very sexy babe." Mike could see her demeanor softening. "Come on, don't worry about it, let's go to the bar, I am starving and want to watch the game, then we'll go back to the room and finish what we've started here, okay?"

"Well, okay, I'll let you off the hook, since we're on vacation, but you had better be ready to perform later.......cause I have to admit, I am definitely in the mood, thanks to the way you've been molesting me." Lil offered, although she was conflicted, to a degree, with her recent thoughts and actions versus her lifelong, dare she say, prudish behavior. She had never really thought much about sex beyond it being a responsibility of marriage, and she certainly didn't dwell on the various fantasies and kinks that were said to mold the sex lives of those she would consider 'sinners, but now here she was, delving into desires and perversions she'd never imagined back home. Lil strolled through the courtyard toward the bar, holding hands with her suddenly sex-crazed husband. Each step sent tingles through her core as her arousal was refusing to subside. As more than one man did a double take, she began to realize why so many women she'd looked down upon for all these years dressed the way they did. They got a thrill from being lusted after, just as she was now. She made every effort to hold her head high and not look down to see just how prominent her erect nipples remained, nor did she glance toward any of the men not so subtly trying to undress her with their eyes. 

Mike was thrilled with the way Lil was handling herself with the heads turning to watch her walk past the pool. Finally at the door to the bar, Mike swung it open and immediately noticed it was about one half full, mostly with spring breakers from the University of Louisville, the Heels opponent tonight. With the majority of the crowd being guys, it didn't take long for many of them to give Lil the once over as they made their way to an empty table. 

()()()

About 20 minutes after Lil had left Ron, still soundly sleeping beneath the thin sheet, Courtney and Shannon arrived at the front door to his room, accompanied by the property maintenance man. The hardest part had been tracking him down, but once the girls, each now wearing their skimpiest bikinis, flirted and teased the older Bahamian man, he gladly believed their story about Shannon's boyfriend passing out and leaving them locked out of their room, especially when he briefly saw the prone boy asleep on the bed. 

Shannon was careful to lock the door behind them, flipped the switch to turn on a bedside lamp, then turned to join her friend. 

Ron was still on his back, in the same position as when Lil left. His erection, however, had finally subsided so that the bulging sheet over his crotch was not the focal point upon entering the room. 

"What now?" Courtney whispered to Shannon. "Do we just wake him up and tell him we want a taste of his yummy cock?" She continued, only half joking.

"I don't think so, you know how he's been a little reluctant around us, I think he is all hung up on that girlfriend, what's her name, Tammie? I say we wake him, maybe get him stoned and tease him some, until he is more than willing to fuck us. We have until at least 11 before they get back, according to what you heard his mom say, right?"

"Yeah, that gives us almost 3 hours, and I am already getting wet thinking about how long and thick his dick looked earlier today in that trailer." 

Shannon sat on the edge of the bed, now observing the still noticeable bulge Ron's nearly flaccid cock was making beneath the sheet. She gently shook him, calling out his name, yet got no response. She looked to Courtney, gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, then more forcefully grabbed Ron by the arms, saying, "Ron, hey Ron! Wake up......you ok.......wake up."

Finally, he began to come around. He opened his eyes, still exceedingly drunk, and with his head pounding. "Oohhh, what.?" He finally managed to say, before turning to his side and slipping immediately back to sleep. 

"Ron!" Shannon spoke loudly, "Wake UP!" She clutched at his shoulder, turning him back on his back.

Again, he seemed to come around a little, shielding his eyes with his hand and saying, "Huh, why are you here?" As Shannon began to answer, he closed his eyes to the light, as it was exacerbating the pounding behind his eyes.

"It's ok, your mom asked us to stop in and check on you while she was gone this evening, you know, make sure you are doing alright." Shannon lied as Courtney made her way to sit on the other side of the bed.

Ron was roused again by Courtney's impact on the bed next to him, and he turned his head to see the other girl that had practically raped him on stage that afternoon, in front of everyone, yet his mind was still slow to comprehend exactly what was happening. 

Seeing the confusion on his face, Courtney said, "Just take it easy. How you feeling? You want a drink of water? Maybe an aspirin?" 

"Oh, um, yeah, my head is killing me." Ron answered, his now squinting eyes for the first time registering that both girls were wearing very tiny bikinis. Walking to the kitchenette, Courtney's ass was on display, split only by the string running between her cheeks.

Courtney went to get a glass of water and noticed the rum on the kitchen counter. She took the liberty of mixing some in a big tumbler of diet coke for her and Shannon to share. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since their tequila shots with Ron and Helga, they hadn't drunk as much as Ron, plus, she had no doubt that he was a light weight drinker. 

While Courtney was mixing the drink, Shannon grabbed her bag. "Ron, I have just the thing for your headache. You ever get high?" Not waiting for an answer, she pulled out a pack of Camels, and shook free one of several rather fat pre-rolled joints from amongst the few cigarettes. She'd gotten this pot from one of the many local dealers on the beach, and it was by far more potent that anything she'd smoked back in Bloomington. Anything more than three hits seemed to put her in a blissful euphoria....plus it made her incredibly horny. Hopefully it would do the same to Ron.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 14



Ron attempted to shake the still substantial alcohol induced fog clouding his brain. As Shannon lit the joint, he managed to croak, "Ah, why are you here and where is everybody else?"

Shannon blew the toxic smoke toward the ceiling before answering, "Ron, like I said, your mom asked us to stop in and check on you. I think her and that oriental lady were going to dinner or something. Just relax and take a couple of puffs on this....it will make you feel better."

Ron was so drunk and sleepy, he hardly hesitated to take a hit on the joint. He'd never smoked pot before, but he knew kids that did. Right now, he'd do anything to get his head to quit throbbing. He tried to hold it in like he'd seen at a party once, but erupted in a series of coughs. As soon as the coughing subsided, he settled back into his pillow.

Courtney crawled back on the bed, having to once again rouse him to hand him a glass of water. Absentmindedly taking a sip, he momentarily tried to orient himself to the day's events. He tried to recall what he had done that afternoon, and after only time for a few random images of various salacious situations, he began to fade back to sleep.

Courtney and Shannon looked to each other, not quite sure how to keep Ron awake. As they each took a second hit on the joint, Courtney said, "Well, if he is going to pass out again, let's give him a nice deep sleep and a very realistic wet dream."

"Are you serious........ooh, what a little slut you are." Shannon whispered. "What now?"

"Just follow my lead." Courtney replied, "Ron! Come on, have another toke to make you feel better." She took him by the cheeks and urged him awake. He nodded his agreement, coming around about as much as he had to that point. Courtney turned the joint around so she would trap it between her teeth and shotgun a steady stream of smoke directly to Ron's mouth. 

This time he had no choice but to inhale a substantial hit of the unique smelling smoke. The subsequent coughing fit seemed to rouse him even more. He asked for another drink, only this time, Shannon handed him her rum and coke. He took a big gulp, his half conscious condition retarding his ability to even recognize the rum laced drink. After swallowing, he plopped back to his pillow, again shutting his eyes from the bright lamp. 

"Feeling any better?" Courtney asked, passing the joint to Shannon. "We promised to take good care of you, and that is what we plan to do. Let me get a cool towel for your forehead........you still look pretty hung over and clammy." Rather than walk around the bed to the bathroom, Courtney crawled over Ron's still prone body, intentionally sliding her leg ever so lightly across his crotch, effectively rolling his soft yet fat cock from his right to his left thigh. Ron didn't comprehend her actions, as he was drifting closer back to the slumber his body needed.

While Courtney was getting a damp wash cloth, Shannon happened to spy Ron's prize bag of liquor and sex toys Beth had stored in the corner. "Hey Court, check out the bag of goodies from this afternoon. I bet if Ron can't perform, we can find a nice dildo in there to help out."

Courtney came back with the wash cloth, "No chance, I am going to get some of that cock. Having to helplessly watch that bitch Helga bounce around on him made me vow to track him down and get a turn, and now is our chance."

She crawled back up on the bed, "I am starting to feel the ganj, let's have one more toke, and one more for Ron too. That should be plenty to get him buzzed enough for us to have a little fun without him putting up a fight." 

Shannon nodded her agreement, and repositioned the joint so she could administer a shotgun blast to her friend, then to Ron. They managed to stir him enough to take another substantial hit, then again let him chase his coughing with a drink of the rum and coke. Ron barely comprehended the actions of the girls hovering near him on the bed before his eyes shut to once again escape the bright light and he dropped his pounding head back to the pillow.

"Okay, let's wait a few minutes so he can get in a deep sleep." Courtney said, "and then as soon as we get him hard, I am going for a much needed ride on that thing."

"Why do you get to go first, you'll make him cum and leave him useless for me." Shannon shot back. 

"Okay, okay, I hear you.........I know, let's check the stuff from earlier, maybe find some toys to help us keep this fair." Courtney said, hoping that if she found a unique vibrator, Shannon might be content to let her have Ron first. 

Shannon was not thinking like Court, instead looking for something entirely different. Sorting through the bag of goodies, she'd pull out select items to laugh about with her friend, and was about to give up when at last she found what she'd hoped for.  

"Here we go........just what our boy here needs." Shannon squealed, the pot buzz now kicking in nicely. "I was hoping there'd be one of these." She continued, now holding up a leather cock ring encased in its clear plastic packaging. "Ooh, and these too, they're perfect." She almost yelled, thrusting a box of condoms skyward in her other hand. "Check it out Court, these rubbers say they're coated with an "endurance" cream. Rick got something like this once, and it took him forever to get off. But, I think we should still take turns, you know, switch up like every 5 minutes or so, just to be safe, okay?"

Courtney wasn't that thrilled with agreeing to the tag-team agreement, but it was only fair. "Okay, so what first, the cock ring or the rubbers?" 

Shannon was practically squirming with the anticipation. "Both, Rick also liked cock rings, and he had a few. I liked them too, they made him seem fatter and firmer, plus if I really paced him, his erections would practically never go away until I let him cum. Let me get this one open and we'll put it on before it gets hard, then the condoms."

Shannon pulled the sheet from Ron's body, so that he was spread across the bed completely nude, and tossed it to the corner, unintentionally covering the 'goodie' bag in the process. She crawled between his spread legs as Courtney took a ring side seat next to the passed out boy. "Good Lord, look at his cock, long and fat, and he's not even hard. This is going to be fun!" Shannon squealed. "Try to wake him one more time, just to make sure he's out cold." She now whispered, suddenly concerned with the decibel level of her previously unrestrained voice.

Courtney shook Ron, gently at first then more aggressively, calling out his name a increasing levels as well. He didn't even murmur a word as his intoxicated mind and body were unresponsive. 

"Good," Shannon said, as she began to rip the package open. The black leather ring, fell to the bed just below Ron's balls. It was less than in inch wide, and had 4 holes closer to one end, and a about a half inch long rod protruding near the other end, obviously to be inserted through one of the eyelets. Shannon picked it up and experimented with how it hooked together. "I don't get it, Rick's was just solid rubber that rolled down over his dick. How does this stay together?"

Courtney picked up the discarded packaging, looking for some sort of directions, "Ha, here is how, there is a little pad lock and key in here." She handed them to Shannon. "See the hole in the little rod, the pad lock will slip in there to lock it all in place."

"Cool," Shannon said, "Now let's just see if I can get it on." She said, tugging Ron's rare flaccid penis up from his body about 5 inches. "Here, hold him Court, but don't try to get him hard, just hold it up while I fasten this."

Courtney eagerly wrapped her fingers around the head of Ron's cock and kept the tension adequate to give Shannon the room she needed. She looped the leather around the base of the still rather thick shaft, pulling it snug until the stainless steel rod slipped through the third eyelet in the ring. After quickly slipping the tiny lock through the hole in the rod, she slid it shut until it clicked. Both girls sat back to fully examine their handiwork. Ron's cock had grown slightly from the activity, and flopped sideways over the leather now encircling the base of his dick.

"Now, let's get him hard." Courtney nearly purred. The marijuana buzz seemed to intensify the sensitivity of every nerve in her body, as she gently grasped Ron's cock and lowered her mouth to plant a light kiss on the large mushroom shaped head.

"Let me play too." Shannon squirmed in close, squeezing her thighs tightly together in response to her tingling pussy. She leaned in and began to lick Ron's balls and randomly flick the tiny lock hanging down from the leather ring.

As Courtney became more daring in her actions, she looked to Ron's face, pleased to see he was still deep asleep. She could feel him rapidly growing more erect as she closed her lips over the mushroomed head and gently swirled her tongue side to side. Even in his unconscious state, the day's teasing and Beth's sneaky Cialis dosage led to a near immediate response to the co-eds oral attentions. 

Courtney could feel Shannon kissing up the lengthening shaft, until her kisses eventually traveled from Ron's hard cock to the soft skin of her own face. Shannon planted light kisses across Courtney's cheek until her soft lips and damp breath settled against her friend's ear. 

"I can't stand to wait any more, he's hard enough now......let's get the condom on and take a ride. Who's first?" She whispered through labored breaths. 

Courtney pulled her mouth free of the now hard cock with a noticeable popping sound. Both girls looked again to Ron, each still mildly surprised to see the continued serene expression on his sleeping face. Satisfied the owner of their lustful obsession was still out cold, they turned their attention back to his stiff penis, the leather ring now urgently gripping the shaft just above his balls. 

"Is it supposed to be that tight.....it almost looks painful." Courtney commented, as Ron's cock was obviously impacted by the cock ring now being strained by his expanded girth.

"Oh yeah, it is perfect. The whole point is to keep the blood flow from leaving his dick. When Rick would wear one, his cock would always look like this.....well, but not nearly this big." Shannon giggled. "Look at the head.....it's almost as big as my fist." She continued, holding her petite, clenched hand next to Ron's blood engorged cock head. 

"Hand me the condom." Shannon directed to her friend. 

Courtney tossed the unopened three pack box of Trojans onto the bed next to Ron's leg. Shannon quickly ripped into the packaging until she held one of the lubricated rubbers over the erection wavering above the lean body of the prone teenager. She could feel the coating of desensitizing lubricant on the inside as she pressed and rolled it against the tip, until the rubber ring at the base of the condom was able to snap snugly against the thick shaft, just below his spongy, purplish colored mushroom shaped head. She unrolled it completely, the fully extended condom stopping more than an inch from the tight leather cock ring. 

As Courtney gathered the condom box, preparing to toss it back toward the goodie bag in the corner, Shannon spoke up, "Wait, I have an idea.......why not put all three on him, that way between the cock ring, desensitizing cream and three rubbers, we might be able to fuck him as long as we want, watcha think?"

"Genius," was all Courtney said as she began to open then encase Ron's long prick with the second, then third prophylactic. "I think for having such a brilliant idea, you should get the first ride......but remember, only 5 minutes, and you have to promise to take it slow so we make him last, even with all the toys helping us, agreed?"

Shannon was untying her bikini as she answered, "No problem, I just can't wait to feel something so big sliding inside me........I've never had a guy anywhere close to the size of our boy here." By the time she finished speaking, Shannon had already climbed on the bed and was straddling Ron's triple coated cock. "Do you think he might wake up?"

"I doubt it, at least not for a while. He took some healthy hits, plus a few gulps of rum. All that on top of the buzz he already had, I'd say he's out pretty good."

"Okay, well here goes." Shannon said, lowering her already wet pussy until the tip of Ron's cock nestled between her labia, poised at the throbbing entrance to her canal. She pressed down slightly, then paused, moaning softly as she adjusted to the feeling of being so stretched. 

Courtney laid her head on Ron's chest, "God, this looks so sexy." She watched intently as her friend dropped down more firmly, the condom covered cock stretching her open as about 1/3 of the thick erection was engulfed within Shannon's sexy body. "Go on, take it all." Courtney urged.

Shannon did as the bikini clad co-ed lying before her asked, and steadily dropped her body to take another 1/3. The girth pressed against every square millimeter of her inner walls, stimulating the countless nerve endings already primed to respond by the erotic anticipation of the situation and the marijuana buzz impacting more brain cells with every passing minute. 

Courtney, likewise, was on fire with excitement, "Go on, take it all, I want to watch that fat cock disappear inside you.....you can do it.......please, let me see you take it!" She said, while at the same time placing her left hand on Shannon's hip and tugging her downward.

Shannon gave in to her friend's urging, and sat fully down on the impressive erection already driving her mad with desire. She could feel the leather ring at the opening of her pussy, confirming she really had taken him almost to the hilt. Having such a thick cock deeper than she'd ever experienced pushed Shannon over the edge, and her body began to quake with what she liked to call, a "starter orgasm". She usually only got a "starter" from really good oral sex, but as the subtle quiver worked its way over her body, Shannon could hardly wait to commence a serious fucking of young Ron. 

()()()

Lil and Mike were still sitting at the high top bar table, rooting on the Tar Heels. It was not quite half time, and Mike was already on his third beer. Normally Lil would have nagged him by now to slow down. He would usually only have a couple of beers, always in the privacy of their own home, while watching UNC. Lil would throw a fit if Mike ever went out drinking in public, for the pious judgment whispered behind her back would make going to church almost unbearable. But tonight, on the island far away from prying eyes, she had actually agreed to go to the hotel bar to watch the game. 

On those rare occasions, in their own den, when the beers started to go down faster than normal, she'd admonish him into slowing down so as not to get drunk. Drinking alcohol, while not permitted within the Baptist Church, was actually referenced in the bible, in the passage about the wedding and the turning of water into wine, so Lil believe a drink or two was probably acceptable, but certainly not to the point of getting drunk. 

Tonight, however, was different. Not only had Lil refrained from chastising her husband, she'd actually given in to his persistent suggestion that she should try a drink as well. His argument, just as used to talk her into the red dress, was that they were on vacation, with no friends or family around, so they should cut loose a little. Given the way she had already somewhat embraced the sexy dress and Mike's perverted sexual advances, Lil decided having one of the fruity island drinks was likely to be the least of her transgressions for the day.

She actually liked the frozen fruity flavored concoction Mike had brought back from the bar. What she didn't know was that her dear husband had lied when telling her it contained very little alcohol. The truth of the matter was that after Mike had wormed his way through the U of L students all hanging around the bar, catching lots of good natured ribbing for his UNC shirt, he had asked the bartender for a nice strong drink, but one that would disguise any alcohol taste. The guys surrounding them all turned to look at Lil when they overheard Mike explain his request to the barkeep with the fact that his wife never drank. She had waived nervously in response to the grinning group all staring at once. The bartender mixed a multi shot drink that, as promised, tasted almost disgustingly sweet and fruity to his beer accustomed taste buds. 

When she had asked as to why all the 'boys', as she put it, had turned to look at her, he had simply told her that one of them had noticed he could see up her skirt and she was commando, so the rest, of course, turned to get a look. As much as she had suspected he was lying, he refused to give in to her persistent efforts for another, less hedonistic reason for the attention she had received, even as the lingering glances continued sporadically from several of the young men. Mike found it interesting that she had responded to his explanation with a playful refusal to believe his story, rather than getting angry with him, or becoming self conscious about her newly acquired sexy appearance. 

That had been almost 30 minutes ago, and now, his wife's drink was almost gone. It was obvious to him that she was getting a pretty good buzz, however she seemed clueless to recognize her own rapid speech and giggly demeanor as she repeatedly insisted the tasty sweet concoction was having no impact on her at all. Mike knew better of course. Even had it not been for his knowledge of how her drink was mixed, the fact that she was now allowing his hands to sporadically roam over her legs, neck and bare back were proof enough. Such public displays of affection were not the type of behavior his buttoned up wife would normally tolerate. But now, with at least one of the college guys seemingly always glancing her way, Lil seemed oblivious to his still mostly innocent, husbandly strokes of affection. 

Mike was truly interested in the game, but at least part of his mind was continually aware of his interaction with Lil and her response. He noticed in his peripheral vision how she would periodically glance to her chest, seeming to confirm her nipples were still fully erect and threatening to rip through her thin dress. He also noticed she was no longer as diligent about readjusting her dress over her legs when his caresses would push the hemline higher up her thighs. 

As halftime approached, and Mike's mind managed to move solely to the TV for the final 20 seconds, Lil, clueless as to the game situation, leaned into her husband's shoulder and whispered, "Mike, those boys keep staring at me like they know me or something, do you think the one in the white cap might have been on the snorkeling boat with us?" she asked, " He just looks so familiar."

Mike glanced at the one she was talking about, noticing how he not so subtly kept glancing at Lil's tanned legs beneath the high-top table. He knew perfectly well why they kept looking at her, and he doubted recognizing her from an earlier encounter had anything at all to do with their interest in his wife. He truly couldn't remember what the guys on the boat looked like, but liked the idea of Lil making that connection, whether she was correct or not. He remembered how obviously turned on she had been with the young man kneeling at her feet, and decided to play along to gage her reaction. "You know, I think you are right. I am pretty sure he is the one that helped out with your flippers, do you think?"

"Um, yeah, maybe. It is a lot harder to tell for sure when they have clothes on."

"Oh really, you want me to go ask them to strip down for you? Would that make it easier?" Mike responded in a good natured tone, lightly tickling his buzzed wife at the ribs, just below her breasts.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 15



I want to give you fair warning. The following is a short chapter, designed to transition Pam back on the island and firmly re-establish each characters attitude and intentions going forward. Not much sex here!...sorry. At the end, I will ask you as the reader for some feedback for a direction of the next chapter. I just haven't quite settled on how I want them to spend the day together. 

Jack

*

Pam sat quietly in the cab, the numerous glasses of wine over dinner, and the long, emotional day combining to subdue her mood. Beth, on the other hand, had drunk just enough to feel loose, and as was the norm on this trip, thinking of sex. She wanted to jump straight to her pre-planned topic of their upcoming time with Ron, but couldn't get a read on Pam's state of mind. This was the first chance they'd had to talk alone since meeting for dinner, back at the ship, and afraid to risk pushing her own manipulative agenda at an inopportune time, decided it best to get her friend to open up first about the day's events. 

"Sooo....how did today go?"

"Oh, it was okay I guess. Just kind of weird, if you know what I mean." Pam replied, her composed tone reinforcing her words. "I certainly have no inclination to get back with Dave, but still, seeing another woman so obviously in love with him was just a little unsettling."

"'In love??' more like 'in heat' I'd say. I mean, she was practically dry humping him right there at the Captain's table." Beth stated what had been obvious to all, but omitted her knowledge of what, and who, had ignited Sue's arousal. The shower escapade had been a tremendous turn on for Beth, even as a hidden voyeur, but at least she'd been able to get herself off as she spied on the erotic interaction. She could only imagine how frustratingly horny Sue must have been after a half hour of the tortuous teasing she'd inflicted on Ron, eventually allowing herself to furtively maneuver her overstuffed pussy up and down the length of the drunken teenager's cock before Beth had 'returned' to stop her short of a well-deserved orgasm. Given the shower and the Sensuvive dosage Beth had covertly slipped in her drink, it was likely an amazing act of self-restraint by Sue to not drag Dave off for a quick fuck as soon as she had laid eyes on him.

Pam noticed the cab driver seem to perk up and pay more attention, and lowered her voice a little as she replied, "Yeah, I think even Dave was embarrassed, I mean she was obviously rather inebriated, and just so blatantly sexual the way her body was practically poured into and slipping out of that slinky evening gown. I figure she was trying to mark her territory, so to speak, in front of me. Like I said, I let go long before the day we signed the divorce papers, and believe it or not, I actually viewed her behavior to be rather amusing. I think even Amy found it more embarrassingly awkward than upsetting. I just hope Sue tones it down after tonight, so she and Amy can maybe get better acquainted."

Beth was relieved Pam seemed reasonably okay with the situation, and having pledged to Sue that she'd keep the illicit pharmaceuticals and Ron's drunken shower a secret, decided to shift the conversation to a safer topic, "So tell me, how was the helicopter and snorkeling excursion?"

A mischievous smile unfurled across Pam's face, "Good... enjoyable actually." She paused, now grinning so big it almost hurt, "The humorous thing was Dave's reaction to me, or should I say, me wearing one of Amy's bikinis. I think she purposely gave me her tiniest suit, naively hoping that compelling me to flaunt my new and improved post-divorce body would lure her dad and I back together. And I guess she might have been right, if only for about 5 sweaty minutes, because from the way he was looking at me, I probably could have led him into the palm trees and screwed him silly. But having spent the better part of my youth with his inadequate love making, I had no desire to go down that road again, no matter how horny I've been lately. It was actually more fun to tease him all afternoon. I spent plenty of time snorkeling in front of him, repeatedly adjusting my suit, and once on the beach, thoroughly applying sunscreen and 'unintentionally posing' while I sunbathed."

"Why Pam, you really are a cock tease after all." Beth said, grinning broadly. "I am so proud of you, and your bootylicious little ass." She said, briefly touching her friend's taut thigh, her laughter increasing with every word.

Pam couldn't help but join in the laughter, "Yeah, well, I do have this friend that has been pestering me to loosen up." She replied, flashing Beth a knowing little grin, then glanced once again to the rear view mirror, seeing a similar, yet noticeably more lecherous, expression on the driver's face.

Beth, unconcerned as to what the driver might overhear, and thus completely oblivious as to his reaction, saw this as her opportunity to get to her desired topic of conversation, "Good, I am glad you have finally seen the light. Now, how are we going to put your newfound talents to use on our young friend, Ron?" 

Pam's laughter quickly ceased, a more serious tone conveying her response, "Oh, well, I have been thinking about this, and I know we talked a big game the other day, on the beach, but I just can't go through with it. He is my daughter's boyfriend after all. It just wouldn't be right. I can't believe I ever let you trick me into agreeing with your demented little plan in the first place"

Beth wasn't surprised by Pam's retreat to the moral high ground, even though she was certain that just last night, she'd had her at the precipice, only one short step from delving headlong into erotic situations she'd never even contemplated prior to their trip. Now Beth did her best to reply in a way to hopefully keep her friend engaged and ready to eventually be reeled back into bringing her twisted fantasies to fruition. "I hardly think I tricked you. If you recall, we had a bet that you'd play along if your daughter took the opportunity to tease Ron while you pretended to be passed out after our night at the dance club. And not only did she tease him, she managed to have him naked and rubbing his cock all over you within a matter of minutes. So there's no doubt I won that bet fair and square."

"Technically, I can't deny you won the bet," Pam admitted, her mind recalling the exhilaration she'd felt as Amy coerced a reluctant, nude Ron into unavoidably grinding against her as she feigned unconsciousness. Pushing the arousing images from her thoughts, Pam pressed on, "Still, I just don't feel right about purposely being a tease to Amy's boyfriend. Besides, knowing you, I can imagine things could rather quickly get out of hand." Pam stated, holding fast to the resolution she'd made earlier that day, during her time spent with Amy. It was an easy position to take, in theory, but she couldn't deny the lustful excitement she'd felt during her earlier, inadvertently sexual encounters with Ron. Still, she had convinced herself to be firm in her resistance to Beth, her own immoral yearnings, and the likely temptations that the teenager's gorgeous cock could present in the coming days. 

"Pam, you don't really think I am saying I want you to seduce Ron do you? I know I might have gotten a little carried away over the past couple of days, but I blame that on the island, you know, and the diminished inhibitions that seem to thrive in these tropical settings. And don't take this the wrong way, but I also blame you and Amy. I mean when you confessed to me on the beach about all the ways you'd been aroused by the boy's, shall we say, special gift, well, I couldn't resist having a bit of fun by stoking your embers a little. Then to see how Amy was so willing to put us in situations to tempt him even more, well I just couldn't help but to play along myself." Beth confessed, at least partially telling the truth.

Beth paused to give Pam a chance to respond, but after a few seconds of silence, continued on, "But I hear what you're saying and understand how you feel about it. I have no intention of seducing him," she lied, " and I don't even intend for us to actually 'tease him' in some blatant way. What I mean is that we should just relax while on this trip, without worrying about how we might affect a teenage boy. And if he sees us in our nightgowns, or maybe going braless, well, that's just how we'd dress if he wasn't with us, so let's not get all worked up over it, and just go with the flow. Plus, Amy obviously didn't care that Ron was getting aroused when around us, so why should we? And let's be honest, we've worked hard in the gym on our bodies, and whether we try or not, Ron, along with most any other male within eyesight is going to notice us, I promise." 

"I don't know. I guess we are going to be sharing a room for the next few days, so some degree of familiarity will be unavoidable." Pam said, somewhat relenting to the reality of their situation. She didn't want to acknowledge it to Beth, but couldn't deny that her friend was right about their bodies. She had noticed only a scant few co-eds that could even come close to the sexiness of their toned yet curvy figures. 

Glad to hear Pam beginning to acquiesce, Beth cautiously pushed ahead, "Exactly, and in such close quarters, if there is an accidental flash of skin, or unintentional lapse in modesty, then so be it. The key will be that we have to convey to Ron that it is no big deal, you know, as if he is just the naïve teenage boyfriend of your daughter, and that we would never consider him as a red-blooded male that might respond sexually to our attire or behavior. I think we pretty much set the tone last night, you know, when his towel fell off. The way we chastised him like a naughty little boy, and threatened to tell his parents was a good start to keeping him in check. That along with us continuing to treat him, well, essentially as a eunuch, should help insure he doesn't react in an inappropriate manner. What do you think?"

With the vision of Ron's towel dropping to expose his thick, dangling penis suddenly consuming her thoughts, Pam held little doubt that Beth was trying to manipulate her. Yet even in spite of her suspicions and the lingering erotic image, she had to admit, this sounded like a fairly reasonable strategy. After all, they were going to be running around in bikinis and other skimpy vacation attire, and as Beth pointed out, their gym-honed physiques would certainly be most any teenage boy's fantasy come-to-life, so her idea of treating their sexuality and how it might tempt Ron as a non-event might be a way to lessen any potentially awkward situations. Having been afraid Beth would be pushing them to overtly tease the poor boy, Pam was relieved, if not still cautiously apprehensive of her friend's intentions for the coming days. 

"Yeah, I see your point, I think." Pam answered, choosing to forgo any specific reference to the towel incident. "But you have to give me your word you won't go out of your way to deliberately have an 'unintentional' flash of skin, as you put it."

Beth, happy with how the conversation had played out, readily lied yet again, agreeing completely with Pam's vow of intended modesty. Then, with a sheepishly devious grin, added, "There is one more thing though. I did go shopping this morning, you know, with Sue, but more importantly, with Dave's credit card. I couldn't resist buying each of us a few additions to our vacation wardrobe."

Good humored skepticism was evident in Pam's reply, "Beth, really..."

Before her friend could verbalize an objection, Beth interrupted, "Oh, don't worry. It's not like I went shopping at Frederick's of Hollywood. I was in a little shop down by the pier. I did find a few fun and sexy outfits, bikinis and some other stuff, but it's nothing too daring, I promise."

"Well, we'll see. I do like the idea of wearing Dave's credit card, but I reserve the right to veto anything that is too over the top." Pam responded genuinely, keeping to her vow of proper behavior. As the silence lingered however, she couldn't shake the image Beth had planted in her brain, of Ron's oversized penis bobbing before her as his towel dropped to the floor, nor could she prevent her naughtier side from envisioning a scenario of 'unintentionally' tormenting the boy while wearing one of these new, sexy outfits. Feeling her long neglected body begin to respond to the erotic fantasies, Pam feared her unabated arousal and increasingly perverted thoughts could eventually lead her to do the very things she'd spent the past 10 minutes pledging to avoid. She knew even the slightest hint of such a willingness could never be confessed to Beth, for that would be like adding a match to gasoline, and poor Ron might never survive. Pam stifled an impulsive giggle as she imagined the befuddled teenager stuttering and stammering while she and Beth frolicked about enticingly, wearing next to nothing. Her thoughts soon transitioned to a more realistic situation; one in which she might discreetly expose more skin than usual. She imagined herself acting completely innocent and unaware to Ron, and just as importantly, Beth, until the teenager's big penis grew too large to conceal. Suppressing a devious grin, Pam laid her head back, willingly diverting her moral compass with the rationalization that most everyone harmlessly dreamt about a forbidden someone every now and then, with no dire consequences, and allowed these increasingly wicked fantasies free reign for the duration of the drive to their resort.

The lack of conversation permitting her own devious scheming, Beth grew confident in her ability to reel Pam back into her plans for the coming days. Some more time hanging around Ron, in his new, blatantly immodest swim suits, plenty of alcohol, their own scanty attire, and thanks to Sue, the Sensuvive and Cialis, the next couple of days should provide temptations nearly impossible to resist. 

As the cab neared the resort grounds, Beth did have the awareness to finally recognize their driver's quasi-predatory leer filling the rearview mirror, and made sure he dropped them off at the lobby, rather than at the door to their own condo. He was noticeably disappointed when they rebuffed his offer to buy them a drink in the resort bar, but seemed to accept his fate and was pulling away almost as soon as Pam swung the backseat door closed. 

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Upon entering their unit, both women noticed Ron sprawled out on the bed. Each also noted that, in what was a rarity for this trip, he did not have an erection, although his cock and balls were still sexily highlighted as the thin, clingy sheet was practically molded to his lanky body. He was breathing heavily, appearing to be in little danger of being awakened by the tipsy, and louder than necessary women.

Pam squelched her first instinct to acknowledge the unexpectedly erotic presentation of the well-endowed teenager. She reminded herself that even though her friend had promised to behave, Beth would most likely seize upon any perceived weakness in her restraint concerning Ron to find a way to further the temptation already presented by the unaware boy.

"Well, it appears Ron has staked claim to the big bed tonight, do you want to sleep with him, or do I get to?" Beth asked.

"Beth! No, I can't believe you'd even consid....."

Beth burst into laughter, saying, "Good God, you are so easy sometimes. I was only joking. We'll share the pull out sofa."

A relieved Pam joined in, laughing at herself, "Well, I never know about you. I'll go change and then help with the bed." She said, heading for the bathroom.

"Okay, I think I'll take a nice hot bath when you're through. Here, try out one of the new nighties I got for us today. I think you'll find it is modest enough to meet your standards." Beth said, tossing her the light yellow gown from the still full shopping bag.

In the safety of the bathroom, Pam examined the night gown. It was appropriately long, coming down almost to her knees, and the square-cut neckline, while it did dip low enough to show just a hint of her cleavage, still projected a fairly respectable image staring back from the mirror. And even though Pam noted the cotton blend was perhaps a little thinner than her usual gowns, the lights surrounding the mirror cast the gown as adequately opaque. She never even considered the potential transparency of the material if illuminated from a different angle. 

By the time Pam emerged from the bathroom, Beth had prepared the pull out bed and safely concealed the previously hidden video camera beneath her towel. She slipped past her friend, eager to soak in a hot bath and watch the tape for Lil's reaction when checking in on a near naked Ron. 

Now alone, Pam didn't need to divert her gaze, yet quickly noted Ron had rolled over onto his side, extinguishing the previous sexy image of his sheet draped genitals. As she slipped into the moderately comfortable pull-out bed, she couldn't deny her disappointment in being deprived of an unfettered vision of Ron, perhaps by now with yet another erection, lying on his back. She also couldn't prevent a sizeable pang of guilt from wedging into her consciousness, for being half her age, and her daughter's boyfriend, the taboo nature of these recurring thoughts about Ron was painfully evident. Perhaps the 'forbidden fruit' aspect of the situation even played a perverted part in her ongoing inability to purge her mind of such twisted thoughts, but whatever the reasons, the lustful longing that seemed ever-ready to overtake her long neglected body was undeniable. She thought once more of the incredible piece of manhood dangling between the legs of the teenager, sleeping only 3 feet from her, and her hand slipped inside her panties. With the momentary guilt once again all too easily pushed aside, her mind once again bounced from the various encounters with Ron during the first few days of their vacation, to several admittedly decadent fantasies that she would never pursue in real life. Eventually the long day and red wine overtook her naughty thoughts and active fingers, and Pam fell into a deep sleep. 

About 45 minutes later, a refreshed Beth moved silently from the bathroom, wearing a baby blue version of the gown she'd given Pam. Their heavy, steady breathing confirming her roommates remained dead to the world, she quickly went to the other side of the room and knelt down, pleased to find the pack of Camel Cigarettes under the bed, exactly where the hidden video indicated she would. A quick inspection confirmed it was about two thirds full of well rolled joints. Pleased with her discovery, she hid the pack in her purse, and quietly slid beneath the covers, next to her friend.

Beth lay there, worn out from the day's events, and equally spent from the two orgasms she'd self-administered while reviewing the hidden tape. She'd never imagined the two little sluts from the poolside contest would somehow get into the room and practically rape a drunk and helpless Ron. But that was merely the opening act, as she was transfixed by the erotic interaction that played out on the remainder of the video. Having only watched it once, with the volume muted, Beth couldn't wait to see it again, and hopefully be able to hear the conversation between Lil and her husband. As she began to absent-mindedly caress her still sensitive pussy, her mind calculated the impact of this video, and how it might be best used in the coming days, until eventually she drifted off to a slumber enhanced with vividly debauched dreams. 

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Ron was the last to wake, gradually gaining consciousness as the sounds from the kitchen tugged him from his sleep. His hand had already absent-mindedly grasped and lazily stroked his morning erection before he became fully aware of his surroundings. Luckily, they hadn't noticed him stirring, plus, having rolled once again onto his side, his instinctual self-pleasuring was mostly concealed by the sheet. His bleary eyes eventually focused on his roomies, working in tandem to make coffee and bagels. Ron's throbbing head and parched lips, initially calling for his attention, soon were forgotten as he noticed the way the bright sunlight through the patio door produced a near constant silhouette of their tight bodies through the thin night gowns. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 15



He griped his pulsing cock, enjoying the sexy vision before him, even as his mind began the difficult task of recalling the events of the previous evening. While a few enticingly vivid memories came to him, most specific details of the night remained a blur. He couldn't recall anything about Pam or Beth returning to the room. Hopefully he didn't do or say something stupid. They didn't appear upset as they went about making some breakfast, but he decided the best plan was to feign sleep and hope they'd leave the condo. At the very least that would enable him to slip from the bed and grab some clothes. 

Beth noticed Ron watching them, then pretend to go back to sleep. She quickly grabbed the resort pen and pad of paper on the counter and scribbled, 'R awake, follow my lead', and slid it in front of Pam. 

"So, I was thinking about what you said last night, about being concerned that it might be awkward for Ron, you know, with Amy away." Beth said in a low tone, but easily loud enough for Ron to hear. "And I think I have the solution."

"Um, okay, what do you mean?" Pam responded apprehensively, also in a similar hushed manner, with no idea what her friend might say next.

"Well, the way I see it. No matter how hard we might try to maintain our modesty, or shield Ron from our abundant physical charms," Beth said in an embellished, husky tone while striking an exaggerated cheesecake pose, "the fact that we are on a tropical island vacation will pretty much make that impossible. Besides, I don't intend to go home with some old lady tan just for the sake of some silly false modesty."

"Yeah, but what are you getting at?" Pam pushed, wondering what Beth intended by purposely allowing Ron to overhear this conversation. 

"What I am trying to say is that I know why you are concerned. Most boys in this predicament would be viewing this as material for a Penthouse Letter, but I don't think that will be the case with Ron. Given that he comes from such a religious family, is so obviously head-over-heels about your daughter, and, well, just rather naïve about women, I am certain he won't give us a second thought. I know I came down pretty hard on him about dropping his towel the other night, but in all the jostling about, it could very easily has accidentally slipped off, just as he claimed. I simply decided to take the opportunity to chastise him and make sure he keeps in line. I think we both know Ron and doubt he'd ever intentionally do something so vulgar."

"You know," Pam, still not completely certain where this was going, felt the need to offer some feedback, "I can see how it could have been an accident, and you're right, it did seem completely out of character for him."

Beth kept on track, "Good, and to help him feel comfortable, I think we should just act like the whole towel thing never happened, as long as he continues to behave that is. At the same time, we should do everything we can to treat him like one of the family. We won't make a big deal out of how we dress around him, or act like we are walking on egg shells about sharing a room with a teenage boy. I know this sounds funny, but the more I talk this through, I think the best thing we can do is basically treat him like one of the girls. Don't you agree?"

Finally, the light bulb moment, and Pam saw that Beth was simply trying to condition Ron for the plan they had arrived at last night. "Um, yeah, I guess you're right. I already pretty much think of him as my own kid, so this shouldn't be all that difficult." Pam delivered this lie in what felt like a believable manner. Of course, had she known Ron had been buried in the sand that afternoon when she confessed her growing obsession with his cock, she would have realized the transparency of her manipulative efforts. 

"Good, I am glad we have all that put to rest, now we can get on with enjoying our vacation. Let's wake our young roommate up and get this day underway."

Beth went to the bed, and went through the charade of jostling the 'sleeping' teenager awake. His cock was still erect, and as Beth sat on the sleeper sofa bed less than three feet from him, Ron rolled to his back, being careful to bend his legs so that the sheet was pulled up to conceal his hard-on. She started prattling on about the pool and the weather, but Ron was distracted as Pam sauntered from the kitchen area to the dresser at the foot of the bed.

Ron tried to be discreet, but as Pam moved from the kitchen, the outline of her sexy physique was clearly visible through the backlit nightie. Her tiny white panties contrasted with her tanned skin and the yellow material to present an image straight from Hugh Hefner's studio. 

Pam could feel Ron's eyes on her, but did her best to ignore his stare, as was the agreed upon plan. Furthermore, having been focused first on fixing breakfast, then on her quasi-scripted conversation with Beth, she had failed to notice the translucency of their gowns when positioned in just the right lighting. By the time she had crossed before Ron's line of sight, the sunlight from the kitchen only indirectly illuminated the room, so her reflection in the dresser mirror, while certainly more sexy than most mothers would portray to her daughter's boyfriend, was nowhere near the erection producing, or in Ron's case, prolonging, vision she'd just afforded him. She couldn't deny the sexual excitement from knowing Ron was covertly taking in her every move, as the thin material was putting up very little resistance to her ever-growing nipples. Still, Pam knew it best to remove herself from this increasingly inappropriate display. Ironically, it was probably more perilous to empower Beth with the knowledge she would intentionally prolong this naughty exhibition, than to actually linger for Ron's viewing pleasure. Just as she retrieved her bikini from the top corner of the mirror, where she'd hung it to dry, and prepared to excuse herself to go take a shower, Beth spoke up.

"Pam, would you be a dear and open up the front blinds. I think Ron needs a jolt of vitamin D to rouse him from the dead."

Turning to face the beds, Pam failed to see any sign of manipulation in Beth's face, and to Ron's credit, noted how his eyes dipped only briefly to take in her protruding nipples. Rather than make an unreasonably hasty exit, Pam kept to the game plan of indifference, and tossed the bikini on the foot of Ron's bed before quickly stepping over to the windows.

Relieved by positioning to face the window and hide her tell-tale arousal, Pam reached for the little rod and twirled the blinds open, the already intense Caribbean sun flooding the room with even more intensity than from the West facing patio door. Without turning around, she moved down the line, welcoming the warm light while opening the other three sets of blinds. 

Ron and Beth stared in admiration, as Pam's gown seemed to melt away in the golden rays. For some reason, this unintended presentation of her exquisite figure appeared even more alluring than had she been nude, as she moved gracefully beneath the now transparent material of her previously opaque night gown. Neither said a word; each content to silently observe Pam's inadvertently erotic display playing out before them.

Her task complete, Pam composed herself to once again "unknowingly" display her erect nipples, and spun back around to face Ron and Beth. "Mmmm, you are right Beth, that warm sunlight feels fabulous, don't you agree Ron?"

Rendered nearly speechless by the vision of his girlfriend's incredibly sexy mother, standing there blissfully ignorant in her exposure, Ron managed to respond, "Uh, yeah, I guess so."

"Well, I think it feels great, the tropical sun...." Beth kept on, but Pam very quickly tuned her out upon seeing herself in the closet mirror on the far side of the room. It took every ounce of self-control not to immediately run for the safety of the bathroom. Another glance to the mirror confirmed she was essentially presenting herself to Ron in no more than her teeny panties. As was so often the case, her emotions seemed to instantly transition from humiliation, to guilt, to an undeniable arousal. She certainly didn't want to call attention to her awareness of her near nudity. That would simply be too embarrassing. She would just have to promptly slip....

"Pam.....Pam....earth to Pam!?" Beth interrupted her thoughts, and she redirected her vision from the mirror back to her friend, and the lustful gaze of the teenager she'd earnestly vowed not to tease, at least not so blatantly. 

"Uh, sorry. Just spaced out for a second." Pam replied as she began to walk away from the windows, the denseness of her nightie steadily reestablishing with every step from the streaming light.

"Ah, Pam.....won't you open the windows like I asked, you know, for the morning breeze?" Beth repeated the question Pam had failed to comprehend.

There was little doubt her friend was purposely trying to keep her in the direct light and on display to Ron. Even as she paused briefly, contemplating her course of action, Pam felt her pulse quicken. She could either deny Beth's request, appearing unreasonable and all but confessing her awareness of her near nude appearance, or do as she ask, and maintain at least a modicum of deniability with Beth, while at the same time being forced to continue this admittedly exhilarating game of inadvertent exposure. The idea of Ron recalling her, stretching before him, so provocatively exposed, as he stroked his hard penis later in the shower suddenly flashed across her mind, and fueled her internal fires even higher. She told herself to behave as normally as possible, and hopefully, neither he nor Beth would realize she was aware of the sun-induced sheerness of her gown.

Pam took a deep breath and moved deliberately back in front of the window, fighting her urge to once again confirm her image in the mirror. Instead, she turned her back to the room, and went about raising the previously opened blinds, then sliding the lower window panes upward, one after the other in a deliberate and methodical manner. The entire time, envisioning the way her white panties and escaping ass cheeks must look beneath the translucent, increasingly wind tussled nightie. 

Beth was thrilled. She had anticipated Pam would notice the sheerness of their gowns in the light of the kitchen, but when she hadn't, the opportunity to have her stand between Ron and the windows was just too tempting. Now, as she lifted each window so that the island breezes could flow into the room, the thin gown was wrapping around her perfect little body, and flapping about. The otherwise modest hemline was occasionally dancing up, playing a tantalizing game of peek-a-boo with her teeny panties and bubbly ass. 

Ron looked on, even taking the chance to slip his left hand beneath the taut sheet to grasp his needy cock, and thought to himself, 'My god this woman was so sexy, and she didn't even know it, and so unlike Beth', whom he had quickly come to believe never made a move without calculating the impact it would inflict upon any nearby males. 

Her task complete, Pam turned, not at all surprised to see the inadequately concealed lust painted across the teenager's face. She allowed her eyes to shift to Beth, who, even though doing a much better job, still could not completely mask her keen attentiveness to her friend's indecent predicament. As she began her necessary escape to the bathroom, Pam couldn't resist stealing another quick glance to the mirror. Her image in profile was, she must admit, deliciously erotic. Her bubbly ass and full breasts provided a curvy and titillating contrast to her trim torso and toned legs. Feeling her pussy growing damp from the excitement of presenting such a teasing vision, all while acting completely unaware of her actions, she could only imagine how excited Amy's young boyfriend must be. 

Pam made it to the bathroom just as her growing excitement began to overtake her entire body, coating her with goose flesh and sending a slight nervous-like shiver up and down her legs. She leaned against the wall, staring at her reflection. Even though the sexy silhouette had vanished, her erect nipples, the faint sheen of sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip, plus the glazed-over stare greeting her from the mirror simply screamed of her arousal. As she steadily gained her composure, the realization of what she had just done, in the first 20 minutes alone with Ron and Beth, hit her. Even though she hadn't intentionally orchestrated any of it, she had to take control of her actions, or else Beth would eventually maneuver her into a situation that might prove too tempting. She undressed and stepped under the hot water, intent on taking this time to cleanse her body and clear her mind of these seemingly perpetual troublesome and tempting thoughts.

As Pam was assessing herself in the bathroom mirror, Beth took the opportunity to be alone in the kitchen and covertly grind up two more Sensuvive tablets. In only minutes, she had them fine enough so that their morning Mimosas would never disclose her sneaky additive. She thought about mixing a Cialis laced juice for Ron, but decided that at least for today, she should give him a fighting chance. She grinned to herself, as if spending the day with her and Pam, after what he'd just witnessed in front of the windows, and later in the bikinis she had picked out, could seriously be considered as giving him any chance at all. 

As soon as she heard the shower water running, Beth went to the still unpacked shopping bags, and grabbed a swimsuit for Pam. She was saving some of the really daring ones for later, but this little red and white striped number would still be much sexier than anything Pam had brought to wear. She took the suit, and one of the drinks, to the bathroom. "Hey, I brought you a yummy Mimosa to kick start the morning. I also have one of the new bikinis I bought yesterday. You simply must wear it.....otherwise you'll hurt my feelings. I'll leave it here, on the counter. See ya." 

Before Pam could protest, Beth slipped quickly back to the bedroom, clutching her friend's night gown, panties and old bathing suit, then grabbed all her other bikinis, panties and bras from the dresser, stuffed them in an extra pillow case from the closet, and tossed them on top of the tall TV credenza, safely out of sight. She noticed Ron watching, but didn't care. If he would be stupid enough to tell Pam where they were hidden, then he didn't deserve the delicious trysts she was planning for him. 

Next, she turned her attention to Ron, and went to sit at the edge of his bed. She didn't address her hiding of Pam's clothes, nor the fact he was still apparently touching himself beneath the covers. "Ron, we have to talk, and I want you to pay attention, understand?" Beth said in a no-nonsense tone. 

Ron instinctively sat a little taller, in deference to Beth's authoritative tone, although he still kept his concealed hand resting, unmoving, on his hard-on. He did his best to respond without staring at her legs, the left of which she had cocked up at an angle, closer to his own hip, and resulting in an exorbitant exposure of both thighs, almost to her crotch. "Ah, okay, I am listening."

"Good. I want to start by making sure you realize that you are a very lucky boy. First, for being blessed with such a large, gorgeous cock." Beth yanked his sheet free, loving the shock value of her behavior. After Ron unsuccessfully acted on instinct to grab for the cover, he relented, quickly dropping his hands to his side, resolved to the fact he was sitting there nude, next to the sexy older woman. Beth continued with no further attention to his nakedness, "and secondly, to be stranded here with Pam, me and my devious little brain."

As was the norm when he talked with Beth, Ron was rather confused. "um, thanks, I guess?"

Beth chuckled at the cluelessness of the young man. She glanced to his still hard cock, then continued, "I know you overheard us talking this morning, about how we are going to treat you. What I want you to understand, is that Pam is 100% serious about this, and truly concerned about the dynamics of our situation. She obviously knows you have this big tasty piece of man-meat ready to stand alert at moment's notice," Beth reached over and lightly grasped Ron's shaft, as if it belonged to her, "and even though you overheard us doing some naughty scheming, while you were buried that day on the beach, I believe her now, when she tells me her time with Amy yesterday made her realize just how wrong she was to allow her mind to wander in relation to you, well, more specifically, your luscious cock."

Beth had begun to very slowly stroke up and down, while looking to Ron's face. "Do you have any questions?"

Ron shook his head, completely dumbstruck and having absolutely no idea what the near naked woman playing with his dick was talking about. 

"So here is the deal. You had better get yourself under control. Pam is going to have zero patience with you if she thinks you are trying to make a move on her. She certainly made it clear to me earlier that she won't hesitate to tell Amy, or even call your parents if she thinks you'd be such a lowlife as to pursue something sexual with your girlfriends own mother." Beth had ceased her stroking as she spoke, consciously navigating this talk to keep Ron off balance.

"Now, the tricky part," she continued, ever so slowly dragging her fingernails lightly around Ron's balls and pubic hair, "is that Pam is going to be dressing a little more provocatively than normal. I am going to convince her to do this, because I think seeing Sue make over Amy's dad so much has her feeling a little like the old, discarded divorcee. When she sees most every male head turn at the way she looks in the outfits I have for her, she'll have no choice but to feel sexy and attractive."

"So, you see your predicament, right?" Beth asked, once again ceasing her manual teasing. "What is your plan going to be?"

Ron seemed to always have difficulty following Beth, and sitting here, with his brain losing blood by the second to his increasingly engorged dick, his concentration was severely lacking. "Uh, well, I don't have a pl.....er, I mean, a plan for what?"

"Oh Ron, you have got to get focused. Let me make it simpler for you. Pam doesn't realize it yet, but thanks to me, she is going to be wearing some progressively skimpy clothes and bikinis over the next couple of days. I mean seriously, do you want to thank me now for the see-through nightie I had her wear this morning? Luckily she didn't realize how much she was showing." Beth said, still uncertain herself if Pam was wise to the scenario she had orchestrated only minutes earlier. "And thank goodness you were able to maintain your composure, because Pam also has made it clear she expects you to behave like her daughter's boyfriend, and not some horny teenager looking for every opportunity to fulfill his fantasy of nailing his girlfriend's sexy mother. Does that help clear the fog a little for you?"

Ron nodded his understanding. Hearing that Pam would be dressing even sexier than normal, on the heels of one of the most erotic displays he'd ever witnessed, sent yet another jolt through his cock, and he looked down to see it waiver above Beth's still unmoving hand.

"You are going to have to exercise more self-control than you have so far on this trip. I mean, the way you practically raped me in the dressing room yesterday," Beth said in a sultry, hushed tone as she resumed the stroking to Ron's cock, "is completely unacceptable. Just because I asked for your assistance with the zipper on a sexy little dress doesn't mean you had the right to pin me against the wall and ram this hard, fat cock into me over and over again, now does it?"




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 15



As Beth spoke, Ron's eyes darted back and forth from her moist lips, to the well-manicured hand rhythmically jerking him off, to the way her dress had been inching upward, until her bare pussy was almost visible. He did, however, manage to register what she had said, and through his labored breathing, managed to voice his defense, "But....ah... I didn't, ...I mean, you...well,....you sort of.....you know,...came and told me ....."

"Oh please," Beth interrupted, doing her best to keep her growing arousal from her voice, "Don't deny what happened - I was there. And furthermore, that day on the beach, I will admit that I finally did succumb to your repeated tempting and flaunting of your big dick, but truthfully, I think I resisted longer than many women would have. At any rate, you need to learn some self-control."

Before Ron could mount another protest, Beth cut him off, "Please, don't try to defend your actions. Just tell me you'll do exactly as I say, so that Pam doesn't feel like you're ready to grasp her firm yet bubbly ass and mercilessly skewer her onto this perpetual erection at any given moment." 

The absurdity of Beth sitting next to him, now flashing her crotch and jacking him off, all the while chastising him for sexual misconduct, past and future, was not lost on Ron, even after ping-ponging through this latest conversation with this seductive 35 year old. 

Her grip tightened and pace quickened, yet Beth spoke slowly, "Okay, listen very closely. You have three rules to follow until we get home. Number one, if you feel an erection coming on in front of Pam, do your best to hide it. Number two, if it can't be hidden, then do your best to ignore it. I'll convince Pam that you're not misbehaving, but just a walking hormone factory that can't really control himself, and to avoid creating an embarrassing situation she should ignore it as well. And number three, no matter what happens to you, never ever respond sexually. I want you to act completely innocent and naïve, as if you believe anything we tell you that might justify any particular scenario we find ourselves in, no matter how absurd. Okay? Repeat that back to me."

Ron was breathing heavily as Beth's hand job was getting more serious, but he still managed to give her the attention she'd demanded, and was able to catch the gist of all three rules. "Hide erection, Ignore erection, and Naively play along."

"Very good. And just to show you I sympathize with how difficult these next days could be, I'll try to help out when I can." As she spoke, Beth ever so slowly leaned over until she could take Ron's towering morning hard-on in her mouth. She tenderly suckled on just the head, her left hand toying with his quickly tightening ball sack. She kept this up for almost a full minute, alternating between sucking him in earnest and sporadically lapping up his pre-cum as it began to profusely leak across the purplish head. Beth toyed with him as much as possible, for she didn't want him to cum, and was actually pleased when the sound of voices outside their window gave her an excuse to stop. She abruptly pulled her suctioning lips free, making an exaggerated show of tonguing some of his pre-cum from her naturally red, full lips. "Sorry to have to quit, but we have to be careful not to get caught, plus we certainly can't let Pam walk out to discover you forcing me into blow job, now can we?" Beth paused, glad to see the confused and defensive look on Ron's face. "Now I may be open to doing that again, but you need to understand that it will be only on my terms. If you ever attempt to initiate something sexual with me, like you did on the beach or in the dressing room, I'll tell your parents, and they'll believe every single word I tell them, no matter what sort of fantastic version of events you try to sell them. I know you wouldn't want that, now would you?"

Ron sat there flabbergasted, with his dick throbbing and jerking about, seeking out the stimulation needed for relief. By this point in his dealings with Beth, he knew arguing or defending himself was useless. Instead, he simply agreed with her then reached for the sheet to once again conceal his condition.

"What are you doing? You can't sit there under the covers all day with a hard on. Get up right now, get into your trunks and go get in the pool. Hopefully the water will remedy your situation. Well, hurry up!"

()()()

Ron was swimming laps, alone in the otherwise still empty pool, steadily accomplishing his goal of redirecting the blood from his increasingly flaccid penis. His mind was doing its best to overcome the headache from his first ever hangover, while at the same time processing his recent talk with Beth. She had basically asked him to do what he'd already learned from experience as the best way to deal with these sexy older women - act innocent and oblivious to their sexuality, while to some degree, 'unknowingly' exhibiting his unusually large dick. Beth had convinced him that Pam would indeed be on alert for any intentional overtures from him, so he'd have to be careful to make any exhibition on his part seem completely unintended. It also seemed that no matter how Beth maneuvered them, Pam wouldn't let things go too far, which would really be best, for even after all that had happened, he honestly didn't want to lose Amy, or get in trouble with his folks, by crossing a line with her mother. As he slowly breast stroked toward the ladder, Ron could feel his now flaccid cock swaying within the trunks Beth had given him to wear. He was surprised it hadn't been one of the clingy lycra blend suits from the boutique, but was a more conventional men's bathing suit material, albeit somewhat short and quite baggy. While it would not conceal him to the degree his original board shorts would have, at least he wouldn't feel completely exposed as he did yesterday, on the beach with Sue and Beth.

()()()

By now, the steamy shower had been pelting Pam for almost 15 minutes. As soon as she had stepped beneath the cascading water, her conscience took control with a self-chastisement for the indecent window-front display, and vowed to be more careful in the days to come. She did fight her inner voice a little, and allowed herself some clemency by blaming Beth for orchestrating the entire scene, but in her heart, Pam knew her willingness to saunter around Ron in the less than modest night gown had made her an accommodating participant. Before she even realized it, her mind was replaying the scene, specifically recalling her image in the closet mirror; and she felt her body involuntarily respond. She conveniently decided that it would be best to squash her mounting libido, rather than join Ron and Beth in her bikini, aroused and simmering from the morning's events, and slid a soapy hand past her flat stomach to bring the stimulation and pleasure for which her body called. As her fingers began to strum over her clit, she suddenly recalled Beth's advice, as her friend had so realistically acted as if she were fucking Ron on the beach. She had suggested that Pam essentially use the boy as a prop, tease him until she was so turned on she could go masturbate in private, and gain the relief she needed. Even though she'd had no intention of adhering to Beth's advice, the reality was that she had done exactly that, and here she was, her hand between her legs, unintentionally following Beth's playbook for sexual gratification.

After reliving the most recent exhibitionist experience, Pam began to envision the various past interactions with Ron as her fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Eventually she moved on to the fantasy she'd first had of the well-hung teenager, back on the plane, imagining herself in her own bedroom, teasing the boy as she rubbed lotion over her body while he spied from the partially opened door. Eventually, he'd snapped, and was upon her, forcing her onto the bed, his lovely cock sliding forcefully over her writhing, slick body. In her mind, he had just forced her legs apart, and after slipping his thick head back and forth across her clit, was preparing to drive into her with all his might. Pam's fingers were working feverishly, and her orgasm was quickly approaching as the quasi-rape played out in her brain.

"Pam? Hurry up in there. We are losing some valuable sun time." Beth said after bursting into the bathroom, unwittingly interrupting her friend's masturbation session.

Pam's hands jerked to her side, as if Beth had seen her through the curtain. Quickly catching her breath, she tried to sound as normal as possible when she replied, while turning off the water, "Ah, okay, just now finished." 

"Good, hurry up and put on your new suit, I can't wait to see how good it looks on you. I'll go and fix us a bagel and meet you by the pool. Don't forget your Mimosa." Beth instructed, anxious for Pam to get on a steady regime of the sexual enhancement drug. It seemed to be legitimate, for even though Beth herself was always ready for some sexy fun, she couldn't deny the perpetual moist heat between her legs since taking the drug yesterday afternoon. 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 that knowing Beth, they weren't smaller than they were. Still, the front was snug and cut low enough to make her grateful for her liberally trimmed bikini line, and her board flat abs. The roughly ¼ inch wide elastic sides rode high over her hips, likewise pulling the back up tight, dividing her buns before spreading across her firm, upper gluts. Looking over her shoulder, Pam had to admit her sexiest body part was definitely highlighted by the colorful stripes running horizontally over her cheeks, leaving about 1/3 of each exposed.

Next Pam examined the top half of the suit, then adjusted and hooked the straps behind her neck and across her back She attempted to maneuver her breasts beneath the brightly striped triangles, but much like the bottoms, the top fit very snugly, with the stretchy straps pulling her 'high and tight', so to speak. She had never been one to shy away from showing a socially acceptable degree of cleavage at the beach, but these taut patches of red and white stripes seemed to mold to her ample breasts, while acting to lift and distribute them for maximum exposure. She couldn't really slide the striped material left or right, as she could on an, ironically, more skimpy string bikini. The result was that her cleavage was prominently displayed, but unlike with her typical swimwear, a substantial portion of each breast was also exposed from the side. Pam posed and twisted to examiner herself in the mirror. She couldn't deny that the body-hugging suit looked as if had been painted on her, but didn't really think it was too 'out there'. She'd certainly seen others wearing far teenier suits so far during this trip. Surprisingly, Pam found she actually liked the red and white stripes, for even though this material was too thin to prevent her erect nipples from testifying as to her lingering arousal, the alternating colors seemed to mask them better than her other solid color suits did. 

Still admiring her sleek form in the mirror, Pam was attempting to convince herself that the abundant, scantily clad co-eds prancing about would diminish her appeal to Ron, but she knew it to be a lie. For Beth was indeed diabolical when it came to the art of the effortless tease, as this suit, on one hand, covered as much skin as many bikinis one would find on any beach anywhere. Yet, the snug fit combined with her athletic physique was undoubtedly going to be a tantalizing temptation for their young friend. Still, she was wearing a bikini that covered a relatively normal amount of skin, and as she and Beth had discussed, Ron would just have to deal with it. Pam confirmed with her inner morality that she would not do anything intentionally to increase his torment, and certainly would not allow herself to be manipulated into another erotically inappropriate exhibition as had occurred earlier, in front of the windows. As she spun to exit the bathroom, Pam glanced to the mirror to admire her profile and the way her right breast was bulging from the side of her bikini top, and to her surprise, the ease with which her erect nipple was visible in profile. A hot, moist jolt of arousal seemed to detonate between her legs, and her mouth became instantly parched. Pam silently screamed to herself to get control over her body, downed the remaining Mimosa and headed out to the pool to join Beth and Ron.

More to come.....

*

Thanks for reading this relatively uneventful chapter. Here is where I need your help. After 15 chapters, I need a creative assist. I have about three more, what I think are very erotic situational chapters to come, but none of those scenarios really fit for Pam's first full day back on the island. She needs to be moved a little further into the depths of Beth's sordid plans to make them seem plausible. (one upcoming chapter is slated for "tomorrow", with the group working out in the gym, then sharing a sauna)

If you've read the previous chapters, you know the type of set up used for most of the story. I have been playing with all of the following activities around which to craft a plot line, but don't feel I've got a winner yet. 

Jet skiing

Massage

Yoga

Night Club

Horse back riding

Hot tub

Feel free to offer a twist to one of the above, or go in a completely different direction. 

I am also open to using any of the characters to date: co-eds Shannon and Courtney, Lil and Mike, "Helga" the contest "dominatrix" host. And there is still the prize bag full of assorted sex toys.

My only certainties are that Amy is still away with her dad for two more days, and Ron does not have any sort of acknowledged sex with Pam. (i.e. they can tease, touch inadvertently, or maybe more if it can be framed in a believable manner). He can have sex with someone else, or not, I can go either way with that. 

Please, feel free to email me any suggestions, from a scant one sentence summary, to as much detail as you feel necessary. I will submit another chapter, and hopefully I'll find inspiration from a reader's idea.

Thanks.

Jack



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 16



It had been about 30 minutes since Beth, then Pam, joined Ron by the pool, and neither woman had done anything to overtly call for attention, with the obvious exception of simply walking from their condo, through the pool grounds, their nearly perfect bodies and scant bikinis unavoidably demanding a prolonged inspection from the increasing number of guests now lounging in the sun. But since reclining on the cushioned chaises, they'd behaved as would any normal sun worshiper. 

Ron had expected such unremarkable behavior from his girlfriend's mother, but had to admit he was somewhat surprised that Beth wasn't strutting around, providing him and every other nearby male prolonged views of her firm yet curvy form. Given the things she'd said to him back in their room, he certainly hadn't expected to essentially be ignored. 

The one favor Beth had done him, however, was to decide a small round table needed to be between her and Pam, for their drinks, sunscreen, watches etc. Beth's insertion of the table at the foot of his chair pushed him to the rear so that the head of their loungers was about even with his knees. 

As they relaxed within arm's reach, each reclined at about 30 degrees, his scenery was indeed superb. Ron's cock, having momentarily softened after his brisk swim, was now steadily responding to every innocent bend, reach and stretch, each fantasy inducing sip from a water bottle, and of course, the nonchalant yet thorough application of tanning lotion, all seemingly performed without a break in their otherwise mundane conversation, and all as if they were completely unaware of his presence just a few feet away. 

Sensing the steady engorgement of his dick, Ron tore his eyes away from his roommates to glance to his crotch. The baggy swim suit was almost completely dry, and the absence of any sort of mesh lining easily enabled his shaft to expand down against his left thigh, the loose material pushing up taut. His cock head wasn't in danger of slipping out of his leg opening, at least not as he was currently positioned, but he was pretty sure that if Pam ever turned over onto her stomach, facing him, she'd have a clear view up his baggy trunks, to the swollen head of his not quite erect cock. Beth wouldn't get the same view from her angle, even if she could discern the notable bulge in his suit. 

Ron peered over their shoulders, ogling the fleshy, bronzed cleavage and smooth, toned abs, even as his mind struggled with the opportunity before him. Beth had seriously spooked him about doing anything overtly sexual, but if he was careful to behave as the naïve teenager they'd depicted him to be just a few hours ago, then perhaps he would be able to covertly exhibit himself to Pam. Hopefully the success he'd had with both Beth and Sue, by behaving ridiculously innocent and passive, would allow him to steadily stoke Pam's craving for him, or better said, his cock.

*

Pam had done her best to convey a disinterest in how sexy she knew she looked, even as she felt the eyes, both male and female, virtually crawl over her exposed skin as she had settled in on the chaise lounge, next to Beth. Now, after relaxing for the past half hour or so, she had grown immune to the random leer from a fellow vacationer. Yet, as the penetrating Caribbean sun enveloped her golden skin, her body's response was not so easily ignored. There was no denying the sweltering arousal percolating beneath the tiny patch of red and white stripes concealing her crotch, as it seemed to amplify the simmering Caribbean heat progressively consuming her entire being.

Pam couldn't explain it, as she'd been consciously directing her mind away from any deviant thoughts, especially any involving her daughter's boyfriend. She had come to realize how easily she'd been manipulated by Beth, into the window's streaming sunlight and the resulting unintentional display for Ron's benefit. Of course, Pam also had to admit that to classify her exposure as "unintentional" would not be entirely accurate. There was no denying the brazen excitement that had overcome her upon realizing the erotic vision her body portrayed, silhouetted by the brilliant sun as it sliced through her thin gown, nor her resulting complicity in agreeing to linger before the teenager's lustful gaze. And even though her arousal had remained unabated after her failed masturbation session in the shower, Pam had pledged to, once again, redouble her adherence to proper thoughts and behavior. Thanks to the positioning of their lounge chairs, Pam's intention to steer clear of any tempting situations was already being tested however, as her mind kept circling back to the realization that lounging directly in Ron's line of sight, wearing next to nothing, was most certainly providing him a titillating vision.

Unaware that her body was gradually succumbing to the stimulant laced drink she'd downed before leaving the bathroom, Pam had truly done her best to concentrate on her Glamour magazine, and even immerse herself in the surprisingly PG-rated dialogue with Beth. Although she'd intentionally avoided conversation and activities that could be considered even remotely sexually stimulating, knowing Ron could stare unabatedly as she reclined in her tiny striped bikini was causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to tingle the way it did on those rare occasions back home when she'd allow the removable shower head to linger between her legs. As her smoldering sex demanded acknowledgement from her brain, Pam became aware of the way she had been unconsciously fidgeting, crossing and un-crossing her legs in an instinctual effort to satisfy the physical yearning continuing to fester beneath her bikini bottoms.

The heat, from both the sun and her own body's irrepressible arousal to this relatively innocent scenario, was becoming too much to bear, and Pam announced, "I am going to take a quick dip, be right back." Before anyone could respond, she'd taken three long strides across the hot concrete, and then gracefully dove in. Even though the water was luke-warm, it still offered the relief needed and she began to lazily glide to the opposite end of the pool.

*

Realizing she needed to move carefully, two steps forward, then one back, Beth had made every effort to be on her best behavior since leaving their room. The more she'd thought about the sexy window exhibition into which she'd maneuvered Pam, the more she suspected her friend had surely become aware of the extent to which she was on display. And if that was indeed true, she knew Pam would likely be intent on re-establishing the proper demeanor she'd kept returning to, ever since the first encounter with Ron in her backseat on the drive down. Beth also knew from firsthand experience, that the Sensuvive pills Sue had given her were legit. Having already experienced their effect the previous day, she'd been quick to perceive her own reaction to the increased blood flow to her pussy, and the resulting escalation in heat and sensitivity. As she'd watch Pam squirm and fidget, and there was little doubt as to the source of her restlessness.

Now, as she observed her sexy friend float effortlessly toward the pool's edge, Beth knew the time was right to begin turning up the heat, if only a little. She turned to speak to Ron as he sat, pretending he'd been reading his Stephen King book, rather than leering at Pam, now ascending the ladder closest to the bar. "Having fun today Ron?" Beth asked in a quasi-hushed tone, then glancing to his crotch, continued before he could respond, "Ah, you better watch yourself back there, those baggy legs might open up enough to cost you your modesty if you're not paying attention. You certainly don't want Pam to think you're being inappropriate. Of course accidents do happen, and sometimes we just aren't aware of the image we are presenting, are we?" Beth flashed him the briefest conspiratorial grin, before she turned back to greet Pam as she returned from her brief respite, still dripping wet.

*

Pam had emerged from the water, feeling her already snug bikini cling even more possessively to her athletic curves. She wanted to glance down and confirm the sexy image she most certainly was conveying, but the not-so-subtle leering of the three college boys sitting at the bar was all the verification she required. Plus, given the likelihood that both Ron and Beth might be watching as she made her way back to them, the last thing she needed was to provide any affirmation that she was cognizant of her own lust inducing appearance. If she intended to keep Beth under control, and Ron behaving properly, it was essential that she keep up the façade of the blissfully innocent parental figure.

"Hey, feel better?" Beth inquired of Pam as she leaned forward and shook excess water from her hair.

Pam answered as she righted her body, "Yeah, very refreshing. You should try it." She was telling the truth, at least partly. The water did help cool her down, except for the persistent smolder stubbornly lingering between her legs. As she dabbed off the remaining droplets still clinging to her skin, Pam took the opportunity to discreetly assess her new suit. To her surprise, the water had rendered the white stripes so sheer as to be almost non-existent. The urge to panic came upon her quickly, just as it had when she'd realized her similar predicament in front of the window. And as before, she did her best not to noticeably react, but upon seeing a portion of her erect nipples and areola clearly visible between the red stripes, she pulled her towel up to conceal the view. 

As she stood there, drying her damp skin while concealing her exposure, Pam, seemingly with no conscious effort, found herself imagining how tantalizing she would appear to Ron, the most intimate portions of her body intended to be hidden, yet now playing peek-a-boo between each red stripe of her swimsuit. Feeling another wave of intensity escape her pussy and surge throughout her body, her decision was made, and Pam deliberately positioned her towel back across the lounge chair, feeling two sets of eyes roam over her body as she bent and stretched before them. She told herself there was no going back now, for if she was going to be "unaware" of her appearance, she'd have to behave as if she had no idea of the extent to which her body was on display.

Ron couldn't believe his eyes. He'd locked onto Pam as soon as she'd stepped from the ladder and began to make her way back to them. The closer she got, the more obvious it was that it was her skin visible through the suit, and not the white material. He had been afraid she'd realized what she was showing as she dried off, but then she'd spread her towel back out, her body once again offered up for his inspection. His cock lurched at the sight of her. He'd thought about trying to innocently flash her, but with a complete hard-on, it would hardly appear accidental. He wanted to go through with the "unintended" exhibitionism, but he had to get control of his erection. 

"Uh, I'll be right back, I, ah, I need to go to the, ah, bathroom." Ron stammered and scampered away toward their room before either woman could respond.

"Ah...., well I think Ron must have appreciated your new bikini," Beth said while barely stifling her laughter. "Can't say that I blame him, you do look like something straight out of playboy. THAT body in THAT swimsuit.......very sexy!"

Pam wasn't prepared for Beth's blunt comments, and quickly decided to continue on with her effort to be believably unaware of her appearance. 

"What do you mean?" she responded, then glanced down her body, pretending to notice for the first time the sinful nature of her suit. "Oh my God! Beth.....you...you did this on purpose, didn't you!?" Pam whispered angrily, feigning outrage. "How could you?" She grabbed her cover-up and held it to her chest. 

Beth couldn't tell if her friend was really that clueless or not, but decided it would be more fun to assume she was, "Of course not, I had no idea it'd be transparent when wet, but look, as it dries it goes back to being solid white. I guess Ron saw just enough to compel him to go seek relief before things grew beyond his control, if you follow what I'm saying."

Pam looked to her body again, and noted her friend was right about the diminishing transparency. Surprisingly, she found herself as disappointed as she was relieved from the lessening exposure. God, this was not like her at all, but there was no denying the arousal she felt from having yet again partially exhibited herself to the well hung teenager. And now if Beth was right, he had run back to the room to masturbate, no doubt while thinking of her in this bikini. 

"I don't necessarily agree that Ron ran off to, well, to you know, relieve himself. But if he did, well, this is rather embarrassing, both for me and for him. I'm sure he'll be mortified to face us again, with us knowing what he left to do." Pam said, genuinely feeling a little sorry for the boy, even as she delighted in being the source of his arousal. 

"Oh honey, I saw the way he looked at you, like he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, carry you to the room, rip that bikini off and fuck you silly with his enormous cock." Beth said, making an effort to graphically paint a picture for Pam. "But just because I could tell what he wanted doesn't mean he has to be embarrassed. As long as we don't make a big deal out of it and we just act normal, he can simply keep up the lie that he needed to go use the bathroom."

"You think? That would be best wouldn't it, for both him and me. I would rather not have to talk with him about his reaction to my, well my accidental exposure." Pam said truthfully. "I'll just put my cover up on and slip back to the room to change into one of my more appropriate swim suits once he comes back. I never should have let you talk me into wearing this one anyway."

"I don't think that would be for the best," Beth began her best effort to influence her friend, ignoring the fact she'd already hidden all Pam's "appropriate" swimwear. "If you go change, you'd be all but announcing that you were aware of how see-through this bikini was, and how he responded to you. He might even think you were teasing him on purpose. But if you don't do anything, and we just keep hanging out like we didn't suspect he went and jacked off while fantasizing about fucking his girlfriend's mother, then everybody avoids embarrassment."

Deliberately choosing to cut this conversation short, Pam replied, "I hear what you're saying, but ...umm...I just don't know. We'll see." She hoped she wasn't too transparent in so easily giving in to Beth's suggestion to keep wearing the suggestive striped bikini.

"It'll be okay, just remember how we talked about treating him like one of the girls. Don't acknowledge how tempting we must be to him, and we'll be fine. Now let's go grab another Bahama Mama."

*

By the time they'd fended off the already partying boys around the bar and returned with two fresh drinks, Ron was still nowhere to be found.

"Hey, why don't we slip into the pool with these? I just love to relax in the warm water with a cool drink." Beth suggested.

Pam liked the idea also. Her eagerness to get back in the water seemed to also confirm that her pledge of proper behavior around Ron was less than steadfast, as her tingling pussy confirmed the appeal of eventually having to expose herself once again, in the semi-transparent bikini. But if she was going to keep up the façade of reluctant cock-tease, she needed to put up at least some resistance to Beth's obvious attempt to offer he up once more in the dripping wet, erotic bikini. "Beth, I can't get in again. This suit is just too revealing when wet."

"That's why we should jump in now, so we can get back out before Ron returns. Plus, we need to roll over and get some sun on our backs anyway, so he won't see anything when he does come back. And remember, it will all be okay as long as we behave as if he is just this naïve boy that doesn't even notice us, okay?" 

"Well.......I guess you're right. I am really hot again, and the water does look refreshing." Pam agreed, again hoping she hadn't caved too easily.

They sat both drinks on the edge of the pool and slipped into the beckoning water. After only a few minutes of meandering around in the chest-deep water, talking and drinking, Beth stepped across the path of a water jet, doing its part to circulate fresh water from the wall of the pool. She had always loved these potent little geysers, and their ability to batter relentlessly against her willing cunt if she was positioned just so. She scooted closer, pretending to leisurely lean against the smooth concrete lip of the pool. Even though Beth was aware of the impact of the Sensuvive tablet, she was no less immune to its effects, and this relentless stream pounding against her clit soon had her squirming involuntarily. 

Pam noticed her friend's unusual movements, and whispered, "Beth, what's up with you? Are you okay?"

Beth's mind had quickly dropped into the middle of the recurring fantasy she'd been concocting over the past couple of days about her, Pam and Ron. A few more minutes and she might have even been able to cum, but Pam's voice jarred her back to reality. 

"What...oh, ah let me show you. Come over here." Beth guided her near the wall, until the water spout was beating across Pam's thighs. "Now move on over just a bit until it hits you at just the right spot."

Pam felt her friend's hand on her hip, nudging her up on her toes, and into position. As soon as the relentless stream began to pound her already sensitive clit, she jumped slightly from the sudden, pleasurable sensation and looked around, to see if anyone had noticed. To her relief, everyone nearby seemed intent on their own vacation fun. Even relative to everything that had happened so far on this trip, self-pleasuring herself against the pool water jet, near so many other people seemed exceptionally perverted. 

"Beth" Pam whispered, "I can't do this, here, with so many people around, in the middle of the day."

But as Pam began to move from the water's path, Beth used both hands beneath the surface, one essentially grabbing her firm ass, and the other on her hip, to keep her in place. "No one is paying any attention, so just enjoy for a bit. I know it feels great. Maybe a little relief will do you good."

Pam didn't put up much of a struggle, readily admitting to herself that the pulsing water was just what her body needed to satisfy the perpetual arousal she'd been experiencing since her aborted attempt to masturbate in her morning shower. Acquiescing to Beth's directive, Pam allowed herself to be maneuvered even closer to the increased pressure nearer the pool wall. Still self-conscious that everyone at the pool must be watching, another quick glance around confirmed the still relatively scant number of sun worshipers were paying them little if any notice. Even the boys at the bar had now moved on to younger, more attainable conquests. Fully giving into the hedonistic pleasures, Pam allowed her eyes to close as the pounding stream brought her rapidly to the brink of orgasm. She vaguely took note of Beth's hand, lingering on her upper left cheek, firmly holding her in place. Strangely, the act of sharing such a sneaky and naughty adventure with her obviously depraved friend was in itself intensifying her response to the situation. 

Her excitement steadily ratcheting higher, Pam surprised even herself when, realizing Beth was shifting positions, she found herself imagining that her friend might slip a hand in her bikini and assist the streaming water to bring her orgasm to fruition. But instead, Beth moved behind her, and began to gently, yet innocently massage her shoulders. Beneath the water, however, Beth's knee firmly move up between her legs, so that her feet lifted slightly from the pool bottom and effectively held her suspended against the relentless little geyser of water.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 16



Just as Pam accepted this new position, and relaxed beneath Beth's firm touch on her shoulders, she heard Ron's voice, standing directly in front of her. She likely would have appeared more surprised, had she not been essentially trapped against the pools edge. "Oh, Ron........you startled me." Pam said, trying not to convey what was transpiring beneath the waterline, and at the same time attempting to discreetly extract herself from her perch on her friend's knee.

Beth tightened her grip on Pam's shoulders, saying, "I guess my massage had you too relaxed to hear Ronny boy join us. What ya got there Ron?"

Ron stood motionless, staring almost straight down at Pam as Beth continued to rub her neck, shoulders and arms. With each stroke of Beth's hands, Pam's jiggling boobs dipped in and out of the crystal clear water. The exposed flesh, deep cleavage and semi-transparent nature of the striped top would have been enough visual stimulation to give him a raging erection only a few minutes earlier, but thanks to his much needed recusal to the room, he was safe for the time being. His first orgasm had only taken about 8 strokes. The vision of Pam, as she'd stood before him drying off, her clinging bikini allowing alternating strips of bare skin to show through, was all he needed to bring about an intense release of semen into the ball of toilet tissue. Thanks in part to the lingering Cialis still affecting his body, he'd barely lost any of his firmness, and with only a few minutes rest, had rubbed out another well-deserved orgasm, all in less than 15 minutes. 

Even though his swollen prick had been addressed, the excitement of what Ron intended to do was keeping him hanging long and fat. He'd posed in several positions in the closet mirror, and knew how obvious his flaccid bulge was in his sinfully immodest swimsuit. The short walk from the room had garnered second looks from numerous females, old and young alike. He'd avoided making eye contact however, instead concentrating on steeling his nerves to "accidentally' flash his girlfriend's mother. 

"I said, 'what did you bring us?'" Beth repeated, her eyes moving from the teenagers misshapen shorts, to the plastic bag in his hands. 

"Oh, I thought you might want a snack, so I grabbed some pretzels and cheese dip from the room." 

"That sounds great. I am starting to get hungry, and a little bite might be good right now, don't you think Pam?"

Pam could feel Beth's knee, continually working to maneuver her across the stimulating stream, even as she carried on this conversation with Ron. The pleasure was steadily consuming her as she did her best to respond in a steady voice, "Uh, yeah, I guess that would be...." As Pam spoke she looked up toward Ron, and immediately spied the long fat slope of his penis against the quasi-loose fitting trunks. The way the leg opening was pressing outward to accommodate his bulge, she could almost see directly up inside his shorts. Realizing she had stopped in mid-sentence, if only for a second, from the vision presented her, Pam quickly composed herself, simultaneously determining she needed to extract herself from this situation, and finished her sentence. "....great. Ah, sounds good actually. Just let us get out and get dried off and....."

Beth interrupted, "Don't be silly, I promised you a good shoulder rub, and I barely got started. Ron, why don't you just pull that chair over and you can be our own personal Cabana Boy and feed us our snacks. That way we can stay in the pool, without getting all that salt sticking to our hands, okay?"

Ron gave Beth a quick, knowing glance in response to her "Cabana Boy" reference, and went to retrieve the nearby lounge chair. While his back was turned, Pam made another effort to squirm free of Beth's grasp, even as she held her tight, leaned in close, and whispered in her ear, "Relax, just sit tight and enjoy my massage." As Ron turned and scooted the chair closer, Beth whispered even more softly, "relax, it'll be okay."

Before Pam could offer any response, she felt Ron's presence, sitting directly in front of them. Glancing up, Pam's initial observation was just how close he was, his legs spread slightly, as he sat on the foot of the lounger. His left foot was almost touching her arm as it rested on the lip of the pool. Looking further up, the gap in his left leg opening was directly in her line of sight, no more than two feet away, and as she had feared?, or maybe hoped?, the bulbous head of his penis was clearly visible just within the hemline. Immediately thankful to be wearing her sunglasses, she looked at once to Ron's face, suspicious that he might be flashing her on purpose, but he appeared to be completely unaware of his exposure, as he worked diligently to open the pretzel bag and cheese dip. 

Having been eager to find a good flashing opportunity when he re-joined the ladies, Ron was delighted by Beth's request that he sit and feed them the pretzels. Still, he knew he couldn't be too obvious, and he did his best to position himself so that he could move his leg to and fro, to either maximize or eliminate the view up his shorts. He could feel the warm breeze on his crotch as he pretended to concentrate on opening the food containers, and was almost certain Pam would have a clear view if she glanced between his legs. 

Beth saw at once what Ron was up to, but also noted that the kid was a pretty good actor. If she hadn't suspected he was intentionally exposing himself to Pam, she wouldn't have given his actions a second thought. She casually shifted ever so slightly, now glancing over Pam's right shoulder, and easily confirmed the enticing vision of Ron's fat cock as it extended down a good portion of his left thigh. 

"Mmmm, that actually looks yummy," Beth said in a completely normal manner, as Ron pulled one of the pretzel sticks from the bag. "Gimme a bite."

Ron leaned forward to hold the salt covered pretzel to Beth's lips. In doing so, his shorts pulled up slightly, now gaping open to allow for an even better view of his cock and balls. He knew his exposure was blatant at this point, but was pleased he wasn't sporting an obvious erection. The recent masturbatory relief coupled with his belief that all hell might break loose if Pam suspected him of flagrantly exposing himself was allowing his moderately engorged cock to hang down in a mostly natural position across his still saggy scrotum.

As Ron and Beth seemed to concentrate on the pretzel, Pam found herself unable to look anywhere else but at Ron's lovely penis. The late morning sun beaming at just the slightest angle past the back of her head acted as a spotlight into the teenager's crotch. This, coupled with his proximity allowed Pam to clearly make out individual, if scant, hairs on his ball sac as they escaped from behind his thick shaft. Further, the steady hammering of the water jet was progressively overtaking her. Beth had settled in at just the right spot, continuing to massage her shoulders but no longer using her knee to shift her randomly about the relentless stream. The physical stimulation along with the eye candy essentially within arm's reach had her rapidly nearing what threatened to be a very public and potentially embarrassing orgasm. Her body now beginning to squirm beneath the water, Pam was abruptly jolted from her twisted thoughts and ever increasing hedonistic desires by her friend's voice.

".....Pam.....Pam?!" Beth repeated a little more loudly, doing her best to jar her friend from her descent into self-pleasure. "I said the pretzel is really tasty, you should try one." 

Pam quickly regained focus on her surroundings, and looked up to see Ron leaning down closer, holding the snack out, a coating of thick cheese threatening to break free from the undersized cigar-shaped pretzel. His bulbous cockhead was threatening to slip past the hem of his trunks. If she leaned up on the edge of the pool and just past the offered pretzel, she could plant a loving kiss across his tempting manhood. Just as quickly as she embraced this decadent image, she pushed it from her mind and opened her mouth for the cheese coated bite of pretzel. At the last second, a glob of cheese dripped past her chin, and landed squarely on her chest, just above the commencement of her cleavage. 

Beth focused her attention over her friends shoulder, watching the thick cheese mingle with the clinging droplets of pool water and slowly descend into the substantial valley between her breasts. Pam and Ron joined her gaze, and before anyone made a move, Ron began to apologize. "Oh, I am really sorry Pam. That was an accident, I swear." He really didn't cause the cheese to drip on purpose, and he certainly didn't want Pam to think he did. "Wait, I'll get a towel for you."

"Don't be silly," Beth interjected before he could move, "I'll take care of it."

As she spoke, Beth's right hand left Pam's shoulder and very lightly grazed her right boob, her palm scraping over her erect nipple and her fingers, initially positioned deep within her friend's cleavage, dragging upward, gathering up much of the cheese as she pulled her hand free. 

Ron watched on, mesmerized at the vision of Beth essentially feeling up Amy's mom, right here in a public pool. Her next move essentially rendered him speechless.

"Ron, lean over here quick, I want you to take this cheese before what's left ruins Pam's bikini." She watched the teenager stare wordlessly, his vision bouncing from her cheese-coated fingers to Pam's messy cleavage and the quasi-transparent stripes of her top, and continued on, "Come on, just let me feed this to you really quick, we don't have time to get a towel, hurry up." She finished, keeping her voice calm and low, yet still conveying her words as an urgent command. 

Pam barely comprehended Beth's statement as the shock of suddenly having her breast groped had quickly given way to arousal. She felt her stimulated nipple tenting the thin wet bikini, even as the pulsing water relentlessly battered her sensitive pussy. Her body was rapidly succumbing as the escalating pleasure now expanding from her core. As she squirmed against Beth's knee, she suddenly became aware of Ron moving closer. He knelt down and leaned out to take Beth's slimy fingers into his mouth, his crotch moving ever closer to her face. The resulting position caused his shorts to slide even higher, and as Pam stared from behind her sunglasses, her only thought was how easy it would be to reach up and tug his lovely penis from his baggy swimsuit. 

Beth had held her hand high, forcing Ron into the desired proximity to both her and Pam, as he sucked on her fingers. As tempting as it was to reach out and grasp his lovely thick cock, and pull it close enough for them to share a kiss across the rapidly swelling head, Beth of course knew even she was already pushing things, behaving so boldly in a public pool, plus, now wasn't the right time anyway. Patience must win out over lust, at least for another day or so.

After pulling her still slippery fingers from his lips, Beth reached down to once again quickly skim her palm across Pam's nipple as she scooped up most of the remaining cheese. After sucking the now watery cheese from her own fingers, Beth said, "Okay, well, I guess my idea of eating in the pool wasn't so good, now be a good cabana boy and go level our chairs and spread the towels and we'll join you in just a minute."

Ron was actually glad to remove himself from the erotic situation, as his cock was beginning to respond to Beth's twisted manipulations. He quickly did as she had asked with the chairs and towels, then jumped in the deep end, anxious to conceal his now bulging shorts beneath the waterline.

Pam, likewise, was relieved when Ron turned to leave. Beth and the water jet had her so deliciously aroused her that she was now longing for the relief a much needed orgasm would provide, no matter the semi-public setting. However, she certainly didn't want Ron to be close enough to realize what was happening, no matter that his exposed cock was playing a major part in her perverted pleasures. Just as walked away, Pam clenched her body tight, steeling herself to conceal the much needed release now rapidly approaching. But to her dismay, Beth acted at the same time to pull her away from the wall, and playfully slung both their bodies beneath the water. 

Beth waited for her to emerge, satisfied she'd accomplished her goal of teasing and tempting her sexually exasperated friend just to the precipice of perversion. Now she'd let her simmer a little without any physical stimulation, allow the Sensuvive time to more fully kick in, and start planning out the rest of their day. 

Beth swam out to her obviously flustered friend, saying softly, "Sorry about that, but I needed a little cool down. I mean, I could see right up the leg of his shorts, did you notice?" 

Pam treaded water for a few seconds, practically feeling her body steadily transform the near orgasmic arousal into all too recognizable frustration. She looked somewhat blankly at her twisted friend, her tingling skin and throbbing pussy reluctantly accepting the denial of euphoric release, and then lied about her awareness of their impact on Ron, yet another time. "Ah, no, I guess not. Maybe I was too worried about your little cheese stunt."

"Cheese? Oh, I was just helping get you cleaned up. But you should really pay closer attention to what is going on around you. I just love spying a nice thick cock in public. Oh well, let's go catch a few more rays before lunch, okay?"

The glazed look confirmed to Beth she'd successfully pushed Pam ever closer to the taboo of satisfying her escalating sexual desires for her daughter's teenage boyfriend. She'd avoid any further manipulation of events, and just sit back and watch their behavior for the rest of the morning; each almost certainly unable to avoid tempting the other, given their already percolating lust, the close proximity of their lounge chairs and the immodest swimwear Beth had essentially forced them to wear.

*

By the time Pam had climbed from the pool, she was already chastising herself for the perverted behavior she'd allowed Beth to once again orchestrate. Her body, however, was slower to feel remorse, as her nipples noticeably tried to pierce the wet top, now once again molding to her exquisitely shaped breasts. Further down, the unrelenting heat seemed to pulse with her every heartbeat, and a brief glance to her crotch confirmed that her engorged lips appeared to be devouring the striped material, creating an erotically obscene camel toe. She moved quickly, not wanting Beth to view her body's confirmation of arousal, and quickly took a position face down on her lounger. 

Beth took a similar position, neither saying much as Pam longed to distance herself from the near public submission to Beth and the powerful little stream of water that had nearly brought her to climax. She needed to reach beneath her, and dislodge the ensnared material being drawn into her pulsing womanhood, for it felt to be practically massaging her engorged clitoris, but just as she was considering it, Ron returned from his own attempted cool down.

He'd swum as vigorously as he could, lap after lap, the firmness of his cock eventually giving way to a much more manageable pliability. Exiting the pool, Ron spied the tanned backs, gracefully sloping to the bubbly firm asses and on to the muscular, yet slender legs of his roommates, but did his best to not dwell on all the things he longed to do to each of their exquisite bodies. 

He'd pledged to himself the necessity of discretion with his oversized and hair-trigger erections. Maintaining his cock in a flaccid, or at worst a semi-aroused state, was the only way Ron could preserve his modesty and prevent Amy's mom from potentially getting upset with him. And even though Beth had done a good job of scaring him when it came to offending Pam, she also make it clear he could tease back a little, if he wasn't too obvious, which a moderately engorged and elongated cock would serve to do quite nicely. The most recent interaction, admittedly created by Beth, had put him in the predicament of sporting a near erection with hardly any ability to conceal it. Ron knew he'd have to be more discerning if he wanted to play things safe with Pam.

He realized at once that if he positioned himself as he had earlier, Pam's head would be no more than 2 or 3 feet from his thigh and hip. Neither turned to pay him any attention as he lay back on his chair, and he quickly took advantage of the opportunity to maneuver his cock and balls until they were perched comfortably along his left thigh, and easily detectable beneath his thin, wet trunks. Now, still with neither woman looking his way, he practiced bending his legs at varying angles, until he found what he believed to be the most natural looking pose, and also the one that would allow Pam a straight shot up the leg opening of his shorts. His body and mind were a mix of emotions. 

On one hand, thinking of Pam spying his cock, and maybe even getting turned on from what she would hopefully think was an unintentional display on his part was exhilarating. But on the other hand, if he was too obvious, and Beth was right about how Pam would react, then he was definitely playing with fire. He figured it was the latter option that was preventing him from sporting an immediate boner, which ironically, was better allowing him to "accidentally" flash his girlfriend's mother. Now with his legs in the optimal position, he put on his dark shades, and picked up Stephen King's The Shining. Given the scenario before him, Ron predictably remained much more focused on his own descent into depravity than Jack Torrance's emerging madness.

Beth was the first to shift positions, turning to rest her head so that she was facing Pam, with Ron's lower body clearly visible in her peripheral vision. The bulge between his legs was impossible to miss, and she surmised Pam would have an even better angle to look directly past the edge of his shorts to the cock that, per Beth's twisted fantasy, was destined to become her friend's forbidden obsession over the coming days. Beth looked to Ron ever so briefly, and making sure Pam would hear her as well, said, "Ron honey, I may take a quick catnap....Can you wake me up in about 20 minutes if I am still sleeping?"

Pam didn't turn to face her friend, glad she was going to nap so they didn't have to address the awkwardness of what had just happened in the pool. Still, her body remained abuzz. Having no knowledge of the stimulant Beth had slipped in her drink, Pam just assumed it was a culmination of the day's lust-inducing interactions. It felt as if she were continually simmering, unable to douse the sweltering dampness now evident between her legs, nor escape the unrelenting Caribbean sun. 

After several minutes of silence, Pam decided a sip of her drink, still perched on the table between her and Beth, might help. She rose slightly, and turned her head. Immediately, she was greeted with an unobstructed view up the leg opening of Ron's swimsuit, and a clear image of his penis, obviously flaccid, but still ridiculously long and plump. Again thankful to be wearing her sunglasses, she glanced ever so briefly to the boy's face, relieved to note he appeared to be engrossed in his novel. She quickly retrieved her drink, greedily gulping down 3 mouthfuls of the fruity rum-based concoction. She set it back on the table, and started to turn back to her original position, but since Beth did appear to be asleep, and Ron hadn't even looked from his book to acknowledge her, Pam made the decision to pick up her Glamour, and take advantage of the enticing scenery, at least for a few moments.

Ron had sat there so long, waiting for one of them to move, that he had actually begun to read his book, until finally, Pam had stirred. He told himself to stick to his plan, and pretend to be so captivated by Stephen King, that he wouldn't even speak to her. But he cut his eyes to his left, and watched Pam's every move from behind his own dark shades. She'd done a double take at his dick, he was certain, and after taking a drink, she'd propped herself on her elbows, with her magazine resting on the end of her chair. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 16



He turned a page, never taking his eyes from Amy's mother, who was without doubt stealing repeated glances of his cock and balls, quasi-exposed beneath the baggy, gaping legs of his shorts. He could feel his semi-engorged shaft hanging downward along his thigh, and nestled against his somewhat sweaty ball sac. Looking past her relatively stoic face, Ron had a good angle to see her substantial cleavage as she perched on her elbows and her breasts were pulled up away from her towel. 'Don't get a hard on....Don't get a hard on' Ron repeated over and over within his mind. 'Just stay cool and give her a nice long look.'

Pam didn't know whether to feel lucky, or tormented, by Ron's exposure. The unfettered ability to discreetly peer at his lovely, thick penis for a second time within the past hour, was exhilaratingly frustrating given the forbidden fruit aspect of the tempting vision, and was somewhat suspicious as well. Neither time did he appear to be aware of his immodesty, but given the number of lascivious interactions to this point of their vacation, it was undoubtedly possible that he was flashing his gorgeous penis to her intentionally. But, it just seemed so out of character for Ron, and really, what difference did it make if he was. Given her own overtly sexy bikini, being worn on the heels of the even more daring window-front exposure, how could she even think about calling him out on his own similar displays that could be explained away as accidental. As long as he didn't do anything brazenly inappropriate, and she didn't give any indication she was a willing voyeur, why not play along.

This was an easy rationalization to embrace, as her mind wanted nothing more than to inconspicuously admire such a unique piece of manhood, but her body had been yammering all morning for some sort of sexual release. She could practically feel the moisture oozing from her vagina into her thin bikini, making it obvious her body desired more than a simple visual inspection. 

Pam did her best to keep her head pointing in the direction of the magazine, but couldn't have refrained from cutting her eyes toward Ron's still exposed crotch, so close and visible, even if avoiding it had been what she truly wanted. She'd chalked this opportunity up in the "no one knows, no one's hurt" category, just as she had after the serendipitous encounter with Ron on their trip south. As she continued to steal glances, her mind was working through adjectives to best describe this boy's genitals. His cock just looked so......, what was the word, ..........substantial, yes, it looked incredibly substantial Pam thought, almost chuckling to herself at the mundane inadequateness of that word, but she couldn't think of anything better to describe the obviously flaccid penis as it draped down fat and heavy across his saggy scrotum. 

Pam's mind continued to wander, and she couldn't escape the inevitable conclusion.... she really was becoming a naughty girl. How many times had she spied this naive boy's penis on this trip? Still enjoying the forbidden view, she took mental notes on their vacation so far. The backseat, god she had been almost close enough to lick it, then accidentally spying her own daughter blowing him, twice, three times actually if she counted that drunken night by the hot tub, as Beth had practically molested her by the window. These were all accidental, or unintended on Ron's part. But she'd also allowed Beth to push her into sitting on his lap coming back from the club, where there was little doubt she'd ground her ass across his substantial, there was that word again, bulge, and she smiled briefly to herself. 

Then, the most perverted thing she'd ever done, pretending to be passed out while Amy undressed her, in front of Ron. If she hadn't been so drunk, and well, so damned horny, ..........she should have put a stop to it, but she didn't. Poor Ron had protested as Amy maneuvered him around her. She could still vividly recall how his stone hard erection had pressed and prodded against her, until it had slipped beneath her bra and into her cleavage. And then finally, he'd come in from the hot tub, wrapped only in a towel, and it had fallen off as he stood directly in front of her. He had seemed genuinely embarrassed and regretful, so much so, that the more Pam thought of it, and the more she'd seen of Beth's devious scheming, she was almost certain her friend had discreetly tugged it loose. She was even more convinced of Ron's innocence, and Beth's guilt, when the next morning, Beth had once again tried to entice her to grope him after she'd pulled the sheet from the sleeping teen.

She'd lost count, but Pam figured she'd seen Ron's penis in some manner, a half dozen times or more. In what, three days? And now, no more than three feet from her face, it was clearly visible once again. Again, it all seemed too much to think Ron was unaware, and she slyly looked up to his face for a clue. Just like her, he appeared to be focused on his book, his eyes hidden beneath his sunglasses. Then it dawned on her, was Ron doing the same as she was, peering at her from the safe concealment of his shades. 

Pam discreetly looked down, spying her cleavage, enhanced more than normal by this snug bikini, and directly in his line of sight. Knowing the boy was likely lusting for her at this very moment sent a surge through her already hot, wet pussy. If he was looking at her, did that mean he was indeed flashing her on purpose? Pam pondered that for a moment, but even given the incredible things that had happened so far on this vacation, she still had a hard time envisioning sweet, shy Ron taking a chance on deliberately exposing himself like this. But she couldn't be certain. 

Flipping another page on her Glamour, Pam glanced again over to Beth, who was breathing heavily, obviously in a deep sleep. Without fear of Beth observing her actions, Pam decided to try a little test on Ron. Still not having spoken to him, she dropped down so her boobs were pressed into the lounge cushion, and reached around to undo the clasp just beneath her shoulder blades. After dropping the loose straps to each side, she deftly unfastened the hook at her neck. She sunbathed strapless often at home, and occasionally at a public venue, like this, but never with a horny, big cocked teenager sitting so close he could likely count her goose bumps now spouting across the swell of her breasts, despite the nearly 90 degree weather. 

Feeling the sexualized adrenaline coursing through her body, Pam felt like the stereotypical divorcee, preparing to seduce the pool boy. Before she returned to her 'reading', she couldn't resist reaching back and adjusting her bottoms. She very deliberately rolled the red and white material at her waistline over, just once. She could feel the 'cleavage' of her cheeks emerging ever so slightly as she maneuvered the suit. She'd seen several co-eds maximize their tan in this manner throughout the week, and only considered how overtly provocative her already sculpted ass might appear after she'd removed her hands. Whether or not this was too risqué, Pam was certain was that her actions would undoubtedly demand Ron's full attention.

Beth kept breathing deeply, just as she had for the past 15 minutes. There had been no doubt that Pam was covertly peeping up the leg opening of Ron's shorts, which given how their day had progressed, didn't surprise her in the least. But what was unexpected, was to see her friend suddenly undo her bikini, and even more shocking, roll her waistband to show off her best asset. She then returned to her prior position, resting on her elbows, and resumed the pretense of reading her magazine. 

Beth didn't have a good enough angle to see exactly what was on display for Ron, but the portion of Pam's left breast, visible to her as it pulled up and away from the lounge cushion, indicated the lucky teenager was likely be afforded a most enticing image of the full swell of Pam's breasts, and resulting cleavage, if not more. Furthermore, the gap created as the stretchy material pulled even tighter across her bubbly ass looked as if it was begging for an oily finger to slide into the tiny valley. One thing Beth knew for sure, Pam's exposure was no accident.

Ron had been pleased not to sport an obvious erection over the past few minutes, as he'd taken in the sleek, sexy women lounging within arm's reach. He'd paid special attention to Pam of course, anxious to see if she would take notice of the 'unintentional' exposure of his cock. He'd done his best to pretend to read his book, and from his peripheral vision, he kept an eye on her. He was almost certain she's seen him, especially given how loose his shorts were and how close his puffy cock head was hanging to the material's edge. She hadn't noticeably reacted to indicate any awareness, which he took as a good sign. He certainly didn't want her to respond in a negative way, as Beth had suggested she might if he was thought to be purposely flashing her. 

But now, she'd just reached around and undone her bikini top, and even adjusted her bottoms, exposing more of her perfect ass. He kept reminding himself to flip a page every so often, and not blatantly stare, but it was growing more difficult by the second. When Pam propped herself back up on her elbows, and began flipping once again through her magazine, Ron quickly realized he had another growing concern. So far his cock had behaved perfectly, remaining flaccid, yet plump and long from the excitement of the situation, but now, with Pam's boobs so enticingly exposed, keeping an erection at bay would be next to impossible. He began to stare more intently, waiting for her to rise up just another inch or so. That would surely be enough to pull her nipples up and away from her towel, directly within his line of sight. 

Pam did her best to maintain a calm demeanor, ever as her body tingled from the excitement of being such a naughty tease. She flipped another page in the Glamour, ironically amused to see a bikini photo of Courtney Cox, staring intently into the camera, holding her arm across her bare breasts, with the bright yellow bikini top dangling from her other hand. People had often told her she resembled the Friend's star, and secretly she'd agreed every time, but she always argued there was no resemblance, having been raised all her life that one should always remain unpretentiousness when it came to your own attractiveness. As she recalled this life lesson, she couldn't help but smile at the irony, .......here she was, Pam Keller "unpretentiously" flashing her boobs to her daughter's boyfriend. 

Of course, he might be flashing her as well, which brought her thoughts back to her test. She figured that if he was exhibiting himself on purpose, seeing more of her breasts would likely produce yet another of his seemingly perpetual erections, and if he knew she could see up his leg opening, he'd shift around to prevent her from seeing his hard-on. She smiled yet again, realizing it really wasn't much of a test, and deep down, her feeble logic was really just her way of justifying her devious behavior.

No matter, here she was, her body on fire. Her nipples, poking into the towel covered cushion, were probably harder than Ron's penis, she thought to herself as she glanced once again to gage his excitement. She nonchalantly lifted up just a little higher, until she could feel the hard nubs graze across her wet towel. God this was exciting for her, but it felt too obvious, and at the same time, strangely, too restrictive, as she found herself battling the desire to roll over and give him an unobstructed view of her breasts, now practically aching from the constant and escalating arousal coursing across every nerve ending in her body.

After a quick glance to confirm Beth's still unaware slumber, Pam hastily decided on her next movement before she could chicken out. She rose up just a little higher on her right elbow, then reached out with her left hand, over to the table, to retrieve what remained of her now luke-warm Bahama Mama. As expected, she could feel both breasts steadily lifting up away from her lounger, until her left swung freely, albeit barely, above the cushion. The warm breeze seemed to caress her sensitive nipple, as it washed in around her exposed flesh, coated in a sheen of dampness from the towel. Sipping from the Styrofoam cup, Pam allowed her vision to dart to Ron's crotch. Even in the scant seconds her eyes lingered there, she could see his penis growing at an upward angle, and push just past the hem of his trunks. 

The excitement of knowing she was teasing Amy' boyfriend far outweighed any guilt she might have felt over such actions in the past. Her pussy was screaming for relief, and she instinctually ground her pelvis in harder against the lounger, but this only served to increase her frustration. Just as she placed the cup back on the little table, and returned to her original position, once again concealing her nipple, Ron shifted his legs together, hiding what was likely a completely erect penis. 

Even though his book was still mostly in front of his face, any pretense of reading it had fallen to the wayside the moment Pam unfastened her bikini. He couldn't quite believe she'd just allowed her nipple to swing free while getting a drink, and it had only been visible for a few seconds, but there was no doubt about what he'd seen. He was close enough to not only clearly see it, but to also be able to tell with absolute certainty that it was poking out long and hard. It couldn't be that it was cold, for even in the water the 90 degree day wasn't likely to have that effect on her. She must be aroused, but what could be exciting to her, other than she was indeed peeking up his leg opening, at his cock. Making the assumption that Pam was not only stealing looks at his dick, but excited by doing so, coupled with her unintended flash of tit was all Ron could stand, and his boner sprang to life in full force. Even if she was into seeing his big dick, he didn't want to risk going too far, and flashing her when fully erect might do just that. He needed to get himself under control.

After pulling his legs close, Ron said, "Ah Pam, I'm going to take a quick dip. Okay?"

Pam barely even looked up from her magazine, trying her best to convey a completely uninterested demeanor. "Oh, yeah, sure hon, whatever you want to do." 

As soon as he departed, Pam allowed her mind to drift into the now familiar fantasy that kept invading her thoughts, of Ron, spying on her in her bedroom back home, just as she finished her shower, teasing him by rubbing lotion over her body, until he could stand no more and confronted her, holding his engorged penis, stroking it slowly as he stalked her around the room, until she eventually had no path of escape, and his hands reached out and slid.....

"Mmm, hey.....guess I dozed for a bit, huh?" Beth said, having waited a few moments before pretending to wake up.

Pam's still nearly nude body visibly jolted from the shock of hearing Beth's voice interrupt her naughty thoughts about Ron. She turned to her friend, and the look on her face was almost as if Beth knew what she'd been thinking, but of course, that was impossible, "Oh, wow, you scared me. I guess I was too engrossed in this article."

Beth highly doubted Pam's mind was anywhere other than on the lovely cock she'd been spying for the past 10 minutes. "Must be a good one, watcha reading?"

Pam was not ready for this, and had to look back to the magazine, realizing yet another seductive bikini picture of Courtney Cox was taking up most of the page. "Nothing really, ah, just celebrity gossip stuff on the Friend's cast."

No longer wanting to discuss the magazine, Beth barreled ahead with her own agenda, "Look at you, all undone and getting a line-free tan. I'm a little surprised you went so bare with sweet innocent Ron sitting so close by. Did he have to leave and go jack off again due to your hot little bod?" Beth said, chuckling as she purposely teased her friend. 

Pam could feel her face flush with both guilt and the embarrassment of being unwittingly called out by Beth for her perverted behavior. She responded in a manner to best absolve herself of any nefarious behavior, "I hardly think so. I mean, I made sure to be face down, so your wicked little see-through bikini wouldn't be an issue. And if he finds my bare back to be as stimulating as you seem to think, then I don't know how the kid has survived our vacation to this point, with all these near naked college girls running around." She had done her best to sound as disinterested in Ron as she could, while of course omitting the varying degrees to which she'd bared her breasts, or the deliberate adjustment she'd made to highlight her ass. 

Beth thought of those things as well, but didn't want to push her on the matter. She liked the idea that Pam had been both sneaky, and brazen enough to do a little teasing of Ron when she thought no one would know. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry. You want to go to the room and find something to eat?"

"Sure, besides, I could probably use a break from this sun. I don't want to burn." Pam responded. Actually, she was glad to be able to refasten her bikini before Ron came back. Teasing him had been fun, but with Beth now aware, she just couldn't be too obvious.

*

The cool air of their condo was a welcome relief to Pam, and she hoped it would help assuage her body's burning arousal stemming from the near constant sexual thoughts that had consumed her since waking up this morning. 

"Here," Beth said, tossing a robe to Pam, "Slip out of your suit and I'll wash the chlorine out while I'm in the shower. "I've got some other choices all purchased with Dave's money for this afternoon." 

While Beth went to the bathroom, Pam did as her friend suggested. She was surprisingly more anxious to rid herself of the sexy striped bikini, than she was apprehensive about Beth's selection of the next swimsuit, for wearing it seemed to have been as arousing for her as it had for Ron. She dropped it on the bed and slipped on the short silk robe. She noted the thinness of the material, but expected nothing less from Beth. Even through her nipples rather obviously poked through and it only came to about mid-thigh, wearing the robe made her feel almost puritan after the display she'd been tricked into by wearing the bikini. 

Still simmering from equal parts Caribbean sun and sexual arousal, Pam went to cool down in front of the air conditioning unit just below the window, and noticed for the first time the bag in the corner, full of tiny liquor bottles and sex toys. She picked it up and sat on the bed, examining item after item. 

"Beth, what in the world??....Where did all this come from?" Pam yelled to her friend through 

the bathroom door.

Beth rather quickly emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in only a white bath towel.

"What did you sa.....oh, that.....long story actually....short version is Ron won it in a contest. I'll fill you in on more of the details later. Honestly, I haven't really even looked through it all yet. See anything good?" Beth answered honestly, as she got two wine coolers from the kitchen frig. 

Pam didn't consider herself to be prudish, and heaven knew, her behavior on this trip had certainly confirmed she wouldn't be confused for the "church lady", but even at that, she didn't really feel comfortable having a bag of sex toys in the corner. Ignoring Beth's question, Pam said, "Beth, we can't leave this laying around with Ron here. I mean, it's just not, well, it's not proper."

"Well, he did win it, but to be honest, he was so drunk I don't really think he even noticed what was in his prize bag." Beth replied, while nonchalantly handing Pam one of the drinks and awaiting the pending overreaction. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 16



"Drunk! Beth, you were supposed to be responsible for him. How could you let him get drunk?" Pam demanded right on cue.

Beth, about half buzzed from their earlier poolside drinks, replied dismissively, "Shit happens. I didn't know until it was too late, but he survived just fine. I'll tell you more later. I really want to take a quick shower to cool down before lunch. If you don't want him to see those goodies, you can hide it in the closet or something."

As soon as Beth shut the bathroom door, Pam lost her indignant attitude and resumed her examination of the bag's contents. Ignoring the liquor, she was drawn to the various items whose packaging promised intense, satisfying orgasms, the very thing for which her body was yearning. The first toy she chose to more closely examine were ben wa balls. She'd heard of these before, but had never seen any up close. In only seconds, Pam slipped them from the packaging, and rolled them in the palm of her hand. She noted their surprising heft and guessed them to be about an inch in diameter, but still wondered to herself exactly how these would provide any real pleasure. 

Sitting on the bed, clad only in the silk gown and still quite aroused from the day's events, Pam decided now was as good a time as any to give them a try. She dropped her hand down between her legs and rather easily guided first one, then the other into her moist orifice. She sat there, motionless for a few seconds, not really feeling much of anything. As she stood up to try them while walking, she instinctively squeezed her legs together and flexed her vagina to keep the little spheres in place, which she quickly realized helped focus her body's response to the foreign intruders.  

At that moment, Pam just happened to glance up to notice Ron walking toward their room. Even from this distance, she could see the thick bulge so inadequately concealed by his thin trunks. She instantly realized the impending embarrassment of having to talk with Ron with a bag of sex toys strewn across the bed, and two little steel balls lolling within her tightly clenched pussy. Even though she'd rather enjoyed teasing him poolside, she'd been able to do that while pretending to be blissfully unaware. This situation, on the other hand, would be incredibly awkward, and Pam could feel the panic descending upon her with each passing second. With no further thought, she scraped the toys and liquor bottles across the bed and into the bag. Just before Ron reached the door, she clutched the goody bag to her body and dashed in to join Beth in the bathroom.

Completely nude, Beth turned from the sink and her task of rinsing the chlorine from her bikini, somewhat startled at the intrusion, "What's going on, is there a fire?" She said jokingly, making no effort to conceal her body from an obviously flustered Pam. 

Pam's eyes involuntarily scanned her friend's incredibly fit and sexy physique as she replied in a hushed tone, "No, it's just that I saw Ron walking toward the room, and I thought I should avoid him, I mean, avoid an embarrassing situation, you know, with this stuff." She said, motioning to the bag while flexing her vagina as tightly as possible to ensure she'd maintain her secret. 

Beth could tell Pam was hiding something, and knowing she wouldn't just give it up if asked, decided to push her a little, "Oh, yeah, the bag-o-fun there could provide for an awkward conversation. You can leave it in here, but would you mind giving me some privacy for my shower?" 

"Ah, umm, you mean you want me to go back into the other room?" Pam stalled, telling herself she must avoid going out there with Ron and his noticeable penis, especially while her body was maintaining this seemingly perpetual state of arousal and barely concealed in this short, thin robe. She was making an effort to not fidget from her newfound toy. Even though she and Beth had obviously had some frank conversations concerning sex, telling her she had shoved two steel balls inside her pussy was a confession Pam planned to avoid She knew giving Beth that knowledge would encourage her to behave even more outrageously than ever. Eventually she'd slip them out when the coast was clear, and only hoped she could withstand and mask the increased stimulation they provided until that time.

Beth knew she'd been right.......Pam was stalling in an effort to avoid Ron for some reason beyond the sex toys. "Well, yeah, I mean, unless there is some reason you don't want to.......is there, you know, a reason you can't be alone with Ron? Is there a problem?"

Deciding the lesser of two evils was to go out there and ignore her own arousal while doing her best to disregard Ron's bulging trunks, rather than to concede to Beth her use of the sex toy, Pam turned to the door. "No, no problem at all, I'll go out and let you have some private time."

*

It had taken Ron several more laps than earlier to outlast his hard-on, and even then he was only moderately flaccid. Anxious to jack off again while the image of Pam, and the sexy display she'd provided him, was still fresh in his mind, he made the decision to risk the looks he would get while still half hard, and swam to the shallow end, closest to their room. If he was quick, he could rub one out and get back to the pool before Beth or Pam missed him. 

He could feel the thin swim suit mold to his package as he emerged, and as several females turned to gawk, he realized he was not embarrassed as had been his reaction earlier in the week, but was feeling aroused and emboldened as he slowly strolled to the room, his cock growing firmer by the second. The crowd had picked up considerably, and as he got closer to the condo, Ron noted three co-eds in skimpy bikinis lounging near the patio. They were obviously trading some juicy gossip and failed to notice him, or his poorly concealed dick, as he passed by.

He rushed into the room, finally able to clutch the burgeoning erection that had grown down his thigh as if seeking to escape past the previously baggy leg opening and into the fresh air. He pushed his wet trunks down, leaving them on the floor as he headed for the bathroom. At the foot of the bed, however, he stopped and looked back out the patio doors, and to the unobstructed view of the college girls. Recalling Pam's bodacious body in the red striped bikini was likely to be a lifelong jacking memory, but why pass up three incredibly sexy hotties lying only a few feet from the door. With that he moved over behind the bar separating the kitchenette from the bed, and began to stroke his tortured prick without fear of being seen by the girls. Immediately he groaned out his reaction to the co-eds now fueling his actions, "Oh god, uh huh, yeah, you in the pink, that's right, roll over, oh yeah."

*

Just as Pam had agreed to leave Beth alone in the bathroom, they heard Ron storm in, and almost instantaneously heard him verbalizing his admiration for the unknown girls. Beth immediately moved next to Pam and held her finger to her lips to silence her. Unintentionally pressing her bare breasts into her friends back, Beth grasped the door knob and silently opened it just a crack so they could peer out together. The closet mirror allowed them a perfect profile view of Ron, standing there completely nude as he steadily stroked his cock, while allowing their presence to remain undetectable unless he happened to turn and look directly into the mirror.

"Oh my," Beth whispered ever so softly into Pam's ear. "He doesn't know we're in here. He must be looking at those girls we walked past on our way in, sunning just past our patio." 

Pam didn't respond, mesmerized by the vision of Ron steadily tugging his perfect cock from base to tip. The ben wa balls were mostly forgotten, even as she subconsciously squeezed them in place as her pussy grew increasingly wet. Before this trip, it had been over 3 years since she'd even seen a real live naked man, and now she was being tormented by repeated opportunities to spy on her daughter's boyfriend's penis, and not just any penis, but one that was long, thick, and perfectly proportioned. Yet one that was completely forbidden to her, except in her increasingly perverted fantasies. 

Pam was shaken from her pity party by more soft words in her ear. As if having read her mind, Beth continued, "It really is a shame he is Amy's boyfriend. I mean, can you imagine the fun we could be having with an innocent, pliable boy with a cock like that. My pussy is gushing just thinking about it, what about yours?"

Pam was hesitant to reply, but her fear of being heard by Ron was lessened by his now steady stream of moans and grunts, along with the verbal support he offered for every move made by the objects of his lust. Even though she herself was growing increasingly horny, she knew she had to reel in her friend, "Beth," Pam breathed softly, "you shouldn't say that, or even think it, he is, ah, he is just a kid."

"Maybe so, but a kid with a big fucking cock that is making me dripping wet from just looking at it. Don't tell me you're not as hot as me right now." Beth panted into her ear, while slipping her left hand beneath the robe to trace a finger up Pam's undeniably damp lips, and at the same time her right hand deftly moved Pam's hand to her own wetness. "See, I just knew it, just seeing his cock is making us both wet."

Typically, Pam would have immediately jerked free from Beth's perverted manipulations, but her first reaction was to, if possible, clench her vagina even tighter to protect her secret, with her next intention to extract herself from the situation. But as Beth's hand made contact, her body offered no resistance, while actually losing all awareness of the delicate fingers exploring her sex. She even absentmindedly allowed her own hands to linger against Beth's damp pussy, for Ron's most recent move had rendered her motionless. 

*

The college girls had been great fodder to jack to initially, but Ron's mind kept reverting back to Pam, and the way she'd looked stretched out before him with her bikini undone. On top of that, to think she might have been peeking up his baggy trunks to spy his cock, even after his earlier jerk session, was about to put him over the top. He realized he didn't have anything in which to catch what, despite having already cum twice in the past hour, was certain to be a substantial amount of jizz. He glanced around for anything to use, then he saw it, Pam's red and white bikini was there on the bed, which meant she had been here, or could still be here, in the bathroom. He glanced to the door, but given his angle of sight, couldn't discern it to be cracked open ever so slightly, or his audience peering into the closet mirror. 

Ron realized, even as he prepared to panic that she could possibly come out and catch him, that he'd never ceased his stroking. In fact, seeing the bikini had actually spurred him to unconsciously increase the urgency with which he tugged himself ever closer to orgasm. He knew it would only take a few more seconds, especially if he took advantage of the opportunity before him, and giving in to his lust, he reached over and picked up the striped bottoms and held them up to his nose.

*

Beth had been focused on Pam, rather than Ron for the past few seconds, and noted the unexpected immobility overcome her friend, but sensed it was from something other than her forced mutual groping of their bodies. She quickly refocused through the sliver of the open door, and immediately spied Ron inhaling the discarded bikini. "Oh my, now this is super hot. I wish I'd left mine out there for him to sniff." Realizing her friend's breathing was growing more sporadic, Beth pulled Pam's fingers tighter into her crotch, even as she increased the pressure with which she strummed over her friend's slick clit. She watched Ron, his right hand a blur up and down the length of his cock as he reveled in the scent of his girlfriend's mother. 

She couldn't believe what was happening, but Pam just didn't have the will power to break free of Beth. No matter how perverted, she had to admit it felt good, and the added focus on gripping the heavy steel balls only served to intensify her reaction. Any resolve to break free of her friend's pleasurable touch was pushed aside as Pam watched Ron and the hedonistic way in which he pressed the crotch of her bikini against his face. She knew it had to be pungent, given how excited she'd become teasing him just prior to coming back to the room. She could see how his balls were pulled up tight as his hand ferociously pistoned up and down the length of his impossibly hard looking penis. 

Ron was at the point of no return, and as he was about to erupt, he took Pam's bikini and wrapped it over his cock so that the crotch was right against his swollen head. He knew it was so wrong to do this, but he just couldn't stop himself. He glanced at the bathroom yet again, hoping she wouldn't suddenly emerge, but even if she did, there was no stopping now. Ron braced himself and let loose with the first explosive release. It was followed by several more substantial deposits, all caught in the crotch of his girlfriend's mother's bikini, as his knees buckled and he braced himself against the kitchen bar. Eventually, the last of his orgasm subsided, and he forced himself to pull it together and refocus on how to best cover his actions.

Similarly, Pam's knees almost gave way as she watched Ron cum into her bikini bottoms. That and the fact that Beth had seriously begun to stroke her clit, as if in rhythm with Ron's actions. But when Ron came, Beth stopped, and only then, did Pam realize she too had been vigorously rubbing her friend's sex. She pulled her hand free, taking note of how the dampness coated her fingers. 

"Quick, give me your robe." Beth commanded. Pam, still in a sexual fog, did so with no questions asked.

Beth slipped it on, her nipples so hard that the silk material hung creased from each rock hard nub. She flushed the commode and waited a few seconds, then confidently opened, then shut, the bathroom door.

*

Ron heard the flush, and ran to put on his discarded, wet swimsuit. He realized he was still clutching the soiled bikini. He knew he had to clean at least the puddles of his cum from the crotch. He reached down to the corner of the bedspread and wiped off as much as he could. He tossed the still obviously damp bottoms back on the bed, next to the remainder of the suit, just as the bathroom door opened. 

"Oh, Ron, I didn't know you were here." Beth said as she allowed her vision to dip down and note the young boy's still noticeable bulge inadequately concealed by the damp swimsuit. "Did you come back for some lunch too?" she said, loud enough for Pam to hear.

"Ah, yeah, I just walked in this second, to ah, get something to eat." Ron replied while doing his best to conceal the truth. Even thought he'd just climaxed, the vision Beth presented in the small robe had captured his attention. Given everything she'd done to him, he didn't feel a need to avert his gaze as he would have had Pam been in the room. 

"Well, Pam is in the bathroom, and I just stepped out to get something for her to wear." Beth saw the leer on Ron's face, but chose to ignore it, and retrieved the still unpacked shopping bags from next to the dresser. Dumping the contents, Beth quickly tossed the bikinis she'd planned for them to wear after lunch to the other end of the bed, then strode past Ron, to grab two more wine coolers from the frig. 

Beth could almost feel the teenager's eyes roaming over her body as she bent more than necessary while retrieving the drinks. By the time she turned, she was only slightly surprised to see a more clearly defined outline of his thickening cock against his clinging trunks. God she loved the recuperative power of teenagers.

Ron watched her every move. Even after haven just jacked off, seeing Beth's amazingly firm cheeks peeking beneath the white robe as she bent over was all it took for the swelling to return. He stepped into the kitchen area, and was considering taking the bold move of moving behind her and rubbing his rapidly hardening dick against her ass, maybe even fuck her, but Beth turned to face him before he mustered up the courage to behave so brazenly with Pam just in the next room. He could tell the sexy 35 year old was also aroused when her vision locked onto his cock as it continued to lengthen. 

They stood there for several seconds, each staring unabashedly at the tempting image being presented by the other. Beth broke the tension and moved next to Ron. She placed the bottles on the counter and immediately palmed Ron's crotch with her right hand as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "I'd like you to wear the green swimsuit I bought you this afternoon. This material appears to be inadequate to provide the control you need." She whispered as she caressed his hard cock. "Okay?"

Ron didn't answer, but swiftly slipped his hand under her robe and slid a finger past her slick, wet pussy lips. He could feel her body succumb to his bold touch, her hips immediately swaying in rhythm with his stroking.

Beth wanted to stand there and let him make her cum, but she knew she couldn't leave Pam stranded naked in the bathroom much longer. Her mind was churning to come up with an alternative, and just before she was going to break away, it came to her. "Listen to me Ron, I have to go back to Pam. Here is what I want you to do. I want you to put all those clothes back in the bag, and then keep it with you when you slide under the bed, naked." 

She paused, still stroking his straining shorts and looking into his eyes for the recognition as to what he was to do. "Naked...do you understand? I may not be able to pull it off, but if you just stay absolutely silent, we may be able to have a little fun. But you CAN NOT let Pam know you're there. That would be disastrous and probably get you sent home to your parents. Cause I'll certainly be right there by her side declaring you to be a peeping little pervert........you got it?"

The twisted woman cupping his hard on, along with his girlfriend, had gotten him into some incredibly erotic predicaments on this trip, and he was so horny at the moment, he'd agree to anything she told him to do. 

*

Pam had remained motionless, nude and in a daze after Beth had taken her robe and left her alone in the bathroom. Still quivering from the excitement of having watched her daughter's outrageously well hung boyfriend masturbate into her bikini bottoms, it took a few seconds to dawn on her that she was alone, and could remove the ben wa balls. She relaxed her muscles, and felt the balls shift against the walls of her pussy, then flexed once more and sensed them moving within her yet again. She knew the safe thing to do would be to extract them, now, while she had the chance, but the naughtiness of keeping them secretly inside her, not to mention the pleasurable sensations they were providing, was too appealing, and Pam shifted from foot to foot, teasing herself while she waited for Beth to return.

"What took you so long? What did Ron say? Did he know we were watching? Come on, tell me what happened?" Pam whispered as Beth entered the room. The serendipitous sexual energy relentlessly escalating throughout the morning pushed what was sure to be feelings of embarrassment and guilt stemming from their own mutual groping, out of Pam's thoughts. 

"Calm down. It was completely uneventful." Beth lied as she handed her friend the wine cooler, "He claimed to have just come in, and I, of course, let him get away with his lie. He said he was going to grab a snack to eat on the way up the beach to another scuba lesson at the Hilton. Remember, he took the first class the other day." 

"Oh, well, good." Pam replied, noticeably relieved there was no acknowledgement of their spying, and though hesitant to admit it even to herself, more than a little disappointed not to be able to 'accidentally' tease Ron while Beth was in the shower. "Did you bring me the bikini you wanted me to try?"




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 16



"Oh, I left them on the bed. I think I just heard the door slide shut, but let me make sure Ron's gone, then we can get out of this cramped bathroom and try them on."

*

Ron was holding his breath as first Beth, then after hearing the coast was clear, Pam, walked out. The bed was pretty high off the floor, so he wasn't too uncomfortable. He got as close to the edge as he dared and twisted to look out and into the same closet mirror that had been used to spy on him. Depending on where they stood in the room, he could see anything from legs only to most of their body. Beth was still in the robe, but Pam, surprisingly was completely naked.

As if in cue, Pam said, "So, which one is mine, and it better not have some sort of perverted twist awaiting me like the last one. Really Beth, that striped suit was a little much, you have to admit."

"Completely unintentional, I promise. But at least Ron seemed to appreciate it." Beth laughed while not specifically referring to having spied Ron masturbating. "But I'm glad we did exactly as we discussed, you know, acting unaware that we might be, you know, a little stimulating for him."

As Beth spoke, Pam examined the two bikinis they were to wear next. "And you think these will be less, ah, stimulating than what we wore this morning?" She said, dangling the burnt orange demi cup bikini, with a t-back bottom that would expose both cheeks, in one hand, and the scant white string bikini in the other.

"Well, probably not, but I'm not really worried about Ron's reaction. Like we discussed, this is our vacation, and I want to get tanned and feel sexy. Ronny boy is just going to have to deal with it." Beth replied. Not wanting Pam to talk much about Ron, while he was hearing every word beneath the bed, she decided to switch gears. "Hey since he is going to be gone for a couple of hours, I have an idea......let's get stoned!"

"What!? Beth! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, this Bahamian guy on the beach yesterday shared a joint with me. I think he was just trying to get into my pants, but alas, my virtue is intact." Beth lied effortlessly in an overly dramatic voice, "plus he sold me about 10 joints cheap, cause I kinda hinted I might want to party with him later this week." She continued with a giant grin across her face.

Pam stared at her twisted friend, "Really Beth, smoke a joint? Are you reliving your wild, younger days?"

"Oh come on, it will be fun. Remember, we're on vacation and this may be the only time we are alone without Ron or Amy around. It won't hurt, I promise." Beth pushed ahead, retrieving the pack of Camels from her purse. 

As Pam observed her friend's body randomly escaping from the clingy robe while reaching for her purse, it dawned on her that she was still standing there, completely naked. "Well, at least let me put on some clothes while we do this." Her answer acknowledging her willingness to play along.

"Oh, don't bother. We'll try on the bikinis between tokes. I'll even get naked too if it makes you feel better." Beth said while simultaneously allowing the robe to slide over her shoulders and to the carpet directly in front of Ron's wide eyed gaze.

"Ha, I'm not sure what to say to you thinking having both of us naked will make me feel better....but...ah, whatever. I don't think I've smoked since college........this might actually be fun." Pam answered while discreetly admiring Beth's incredible form. They'd seen each other naked dozens, if not hundreds of times over the past several years, mostly in the locker room at the gym. But on this trip, after all that had happened, and especially after the mutual groping they'd just shared while watching Ron jack off, it was undeniably different. 

Ron wasn't sure where Beth was going with this concocted situation, but was content to wait, even as both women sat on the edge of the bed, still nude, and began to smoke the potent Bahamian weed. He kept perfectly quiet, anxious for what might happen next.

After two hits each, the mellow buzz began to overtake them. "Man, this seems a lot stronger than the stuff I used to smoke in my younger days." Beth said, "so we better try on our suits before we get too stoned."

Pam thought to herself that it was probably too late, as she could already feel her body surrendering to the tingling intoxication of the herb. Rather than give in and melt into the bed, she stood and reached for the closest bikini. Before Beth could protest that the orange one was for her, Pam was slipping it up her firm legs. Seconds later she was turning and posing in the mirror, examining the way her breasts strained against the shelf type bra and the nearly complete exposure of her toned buns, separated only by the orange material, narrowing as it descended between her bubbly flesh. 

"ah, wow!" Beth effused, "If I look half as sexy as you in that, I'll get ravaged between here and the ocean." Silently she knew her somewhat larger boobs would look absolutely irresistible in what would be, for her, an undersized top.

As Beth offered her approval of Pam's look, Ron was peering from beneath the bed spread. His angle of vision into the full length mirror afforded him a perfect view of Pam's luscious body. He wanted desperately to stroke himself, but couldn't risk making any noise, so he stared on in a tortured bliss as he girlfriend's mother unknowingly tormented him as she posed and preened almost within arm's reach. Oddly enough, seeing her in such a sexy suit was turning him on as much, or maybe more, than when she'd been completely naked only minutes earlier.

"Well, what do you think?" Beth prompted.

With the pot beginning to scatter her thoughts, and slow her speech, Pam turned once more before the mirror. She really did look sinfully sexy. God, if the earlier red striped suit gave Ron a hard on, what would this one do to him. Looking down, her nipples had to be only a fraction of an inch from exposure above the low cut material. And her ass, which was undoubtedly her best feature, looked firm and round and bubbly, but did she really have the nerve to wear this in front of Amy's boyfriend? Finally, she came back to Beth's question, and replied, "Ah, I do kinda, you know, like this one, but I'm just not sure I have the, ah, you know, balls to wear this one in public."

"Mmm, I do. I've got big, round, hairy balls, and I can't wait to have everybody panting over me. Let me have it and you try the white one." Beth exclaimed as Pam began to giggle. Soon, both women were laughing uncontrollably, each trying to outdo the other with ball jokes, but neither quite able to complete a sentence before the marijuana induced fits of giggles would overtake them yet again. 

Finally, Beth stood, still naked, and began to unfasten the bikini from her friend's neck and back. Pam let her, and just as quickly peeled the bottoms off as well. Each went about slipping into what was to be their own bikini, all as Ron peered attentively from beneath the bed.

Pam had quit worrying about the balls slipping free, as she was now continually, almost subconsciously, squeezing her pussy. This constant flexing, however, along with the alcohol, sensuvive, and most of all, the day's non-stop sexual teasing and tempting, topped off by Beth's recent groping, had Pam feeling extremely aroused. And if all that wasn't enough, now the marijuana buzz was like a spotlight shining on every tingling nerve in her body, demanding that her brain acknowledge her escalating desires. 

Before she realized it, Pam was standing next to Beth, each assessing themselves in the mirror, wearing the new swimwear. "Oh my.....Pam, you look scrumptious. Your tan skin just makes this suit jump out and scream for attention. But....well, there is one little adjustment we need to make."

Pam had to admit that the outrageously skimpy bikini did look extremely sexy, and in her current condition, even the fact that her hard nipples were poking through didn't concern her as it normally would. Curious as to what her friend found objectionable, Pam waited for her to continue.

"It's just that your pubes, you know, they're a little too dark and thick." Beth proceeded carefully, knowing manipulating Pam where she wanted could be tricky. "I mean, the material is a little thin, and you can see through it just enough to see the dark hair of your landing strip. Without that little poof of hair, the suit would hug you without drawing any attention." Beth lied with such conviction that she hoped Pam would agree.

"Well, um, yeah, I guess I could go shave." Pam agreed, the idea of being baby-bottom smooth for the rest of their vacation was erotically appealing, and led to an involuntary extra squeeze around the steel balls undulating within her increasingly damp vagina. 

"Nonsense, I'll do it for you. You've got too much of a buzz to do it yourself. You'll lay back here on the bed and I'll get some water and the razor and get you all fixed up." Beth said authoritatively, hoping desperately Pam would succumb to her direction. To further her chances of success, Beth re-lit the joint, took a deep hit and handed it to her friend to do the same. 

"Ah, I don't know," Pam replied, the pungent smoke escaping past her lips with each word. Her mind was reeling with random thoughts and disjointed logic, and even though she knew she shouldn't agree to Beth's offer, she couldn't quite settle on a reason that was more compelling than her desire to lay back and let her perform the task. "I mean, well, I guess it would be okay."

Beth, herself quite buzzed, couldn't conceal her glee at hearing Pam agree to let her shave her bare, grinning broadly as she said, "Great. Just slip out of your bikini and rest there on the bed while I get everything we'll need."

Pam seemed to comply with Beth's directive, as if under some mellow mind control, and she slipped the bottoms down her legs, and as if by habit, even untied the top, allowing it to drop in a pile on the carpet next to the bed. She scooted back across the bed, until her lower legs dangled over the edge of the mattress, her feet swaying over a foot above the floor. She laid back, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to revel in the heightened sensations resulting from the alcohol and weed. 

In only a few moments, Beth stepped from the bathroom, carrying all the supplies she would need. Seeing her aroused and inebriated friend stretched out so enticingly on the bed, the anticipation of what might lie ahead sent a sexual shiver through Beth's equally intoxicated body. After sliding a thick bath towel under Pam's ass and thighs, Beth tugged her closer to the edge of the bed. 

Pam's mind worked to focus on what she was allowing to happen, and she actively suppressed the panic doing its best to overwhelm her. After their brief, but unmistakably sexual encounter in bathroom while watching Ron masturbate, there was little doubt as to the potential for this "shaving" to cross a line in their friendship that had only been hinted at so far on this trip. Certainly, this could be taking Pam places she'd never even considered only 48 hours ago. But she couldn't deny the lustful exhilaration of the situation, and told herself she'd find a way to resist the temptation Beth was bound to present. Her body was abuzz from the drinks and pot, but the aroused state in which she found herself was like nothing she'd ever felt. Her pussy was on fire, seemingly pulsing with every beat of her heart, and of course, she hadn't helped matters with the decision to experiment with the Ben Wa balls. Lying here nude, before her equally naked and absurdly sexy friend, Pam did her best to prepare herself for what was to come.

Beth could sense the tenseness overtake Pam's body as she dampened her with a warm, wet wash cloth, and spread a moderate amount of shaving cream across her relatively sparse pubic hair. In this condition, Beth felt the odds of Pam moving from her current position were greatly reduced, and became more emboldened with her evolving plan. 

Beth knelt on the floor, and before leaning over to begin her task, she reached beneath the bed and grabbed a handful of Ron's hair. It only took a couple of gentle tugs to convey her expectation of where his head should be, and in a matter of seconds, she was able to safely position her needy cunt directly over the boy's eager lips and tongue. Now, her primary focus would be to maintain her composure while she maneuvered Pam to be an unintended participant in the erotic scene about to unfold.

Beth positioned the razor to begin, but quickly realized she'd better raise up enough to escape Ron's surprisingly talented tongue, or else this little adventure might end with blood and band aids, which was certainly not what she envisioned. "Alright now, be still and I'll get started."

Ron's cock was throbbing as it occasionally jerk up against the underside of the bed. He couldn't believe Beth had actually pulled him far enough from his hiding place to be able to straddle his face. This position prevented him from be able to have much access with his hands, and he was initially afraid she was going to smother him as she had seemed frantic to press her incredibly hot and astonishingly wet pussy onto his mouth. But now, it was almost worse as she'd leaned forward and moved beyond his reach. No matter how much he leaned upward, the bed frame over his chest prevented him from reaching the enticing pussy hovering just above him. 

Pam shut her eyes as she felt Beth scoot in close, an arm positioned along each thigh, and her left hand gently pressing into her lower abdomen, while the right tenderly guided the razor through the white shaving cream. After each swipe, Beth would turn to her left to rinse the blade in the plastic ice bucket, filled about half way with hot water. This move resulted in her left breast swinging into Pam's thigh, and her right nipple dragging across her slick labia. Occasionally Beth's nipple would move across a little higher and make direct contact with her engorged clitoris. All Pam could do was concentrate of tightly squeezing the two shiny balls lolling within her vagina, and fortify herself against responding audibly to the excitement this entire procedure was providing her. 

Beth made sure to take her time, thoroughly enjoying the purposeful contact between her breasts and Pam's exposed crotch. After about 5 minutes, she began to dab off the remaining cream and dampness, saying, "Ok, the first pass is through.....how are you holding up?"

"First pass?!?" Pam allowed herself to utter the first sound since Beth had begun her grooming, saying somewhat incredulously, "what more is there to do?"

Having put the razor down for the moment, Beth allowed herself to settle back, once again offering her needy cunt to Ron's aggressive lips and tongue. "Ah, ahem, well, I got most all the hair, but there are bound to be, ahem, ah... some stragglers, and you don't want that. Completely smooth in the only way to, umm, to go."

Given Pam's focus on concealing her own arousal, she didn't even notice Beth's labored breathing and halting speech stemming from the relentless oral assault being administered by Ron in his role of the hidden member of this threesome. 

Beth tore herself away from Ron's tongue once more, and again leaned in closer to Pam. "I'll be careful, but I want to get them all, so this could be a little more hands on. Let me see what we have left." Without waiting for a response, she began to run both hands around Pam's crotch, reveling in the smooth and incredibly alluring pussy now at her disposal. Feeling particularly naughty, she couldn't resist in allowing her fingers to ever so lightly strafe across Pam's clit.

"Oh my....ah Beth, ahem, be careful." Pam responded to the familiar touch, but was still making every effort to withstand the temptation, almost as if their earlier bathroom encounter had never even taken place. 

"Sorry, I'll pay more attention." Beth replied, but she knew she wouldn't be able to hold her desires at bay much longer. She retrieved the razor and went about the removal of the few stray hairs she found, while increasing the frequency with which she touched and stroked Pam's obviously aroused pussy.

"You know, I don't know if you saw it or not, but I think Ron was getting a hard on while we all sunbathed today. Did you notice?" Beth said as matter-of-factly as she could, eager to steer the conversation to her desired topic. 

Pam, her mind addled by the weed, had been concentrating as best she could on not audibly responding to Beth's fingers, and was not prepared for her question, and instinctively babbled out a contradictory response, "Ah, yeah, I mean, not really, ahem, I don't think I....uh, no."

Ignoring the half-hearted denial, Beth pushed on, "I know, right, I mean what red-blooded woman wouldn't take at least one double take. How can you not when the poor kid is toting around such a big cock? It appears to be a challenge for him to hide it in a wet swimsuit when he's soft, but damn near impossible when it start to grow so long and fat." As Beth spoke, she allowed her fingers to ever so lightly linger atop Pam's clit, not providing any direct stimulation of the already swelling little bud, but not moving her hand away, as she'd done with each previous pass of her hands. 

Pam's excitement was growing by the second, as she steadied herself for additional contact from Beth's hovering fingers. Her body had been on fire all day, and with the various ways she'd, either intentionally or by virtue of her conniving friend's manipulations, unintentionally, toyed with Ron, plus the Ben Wa balls, and now laying here buzzed and naked, with Beth between her legs, she knew if she didn't put a stop to this situation soon, things would get seriously out of control. 

"Ah, Beth, aren't you, ah, about done yet, I think maybe I, ah, I should get dressed."

Beth heard her friend's words, but more importantly, heard the inadequately veiled desire in her voice, and chose to continue to ignore her, "Almost done, just need to protect your skin with some baby oil." Before Pam could respond, Beth was lightly spreading the clear oil across her freshly shaved skin. 

"So, I know this whole 'my daughter's boyfriend has an enormous cock' thing has been weighing on you. And I'm sure days like today, you know, with his, ahem, asset so plainly evident in his swimsuit makes it even harder, huh?" Beth asked as she began to gently massage the baby oil closer and closer to her engorged clitoris, while at the same time settling back for another tongue lashing from Ron. 

"What? Ah, well, I don't know. Maybe. But, well, I am the adult here, so I'll just need to deal with, ahem, with it, you know, in a proper manner." Pam replied as honestly as she dare, even as her hips began to instinctively squirm beneath Beth's seductive hands. 

"Oh, you mean a proper manner, like untying your bikini and flashing him your boobs?" Beth said, deciding to risk this conversation, even though Ron was hearing every word. Then again, Beth thought with a stifled little laugh, the way she was clamping her legs around his head, he might not be hearing much at all.

"Beth! I did no such thing!" Pam raised up on her elbows to lie about her actions. As she garnered a view down her torso, she realized just how close Beth's face was to her now hairless pussy as it glistened, perhaps as much from her own arousal as from the baby oil. Beth didn't even look up to acknowledge her, appearing to be engrossed in watching how her fingers lightly caressed the oil across her pulsing clitoris. She dropped back down to stare at the ceiling, deciding it was easier to feign ignorance of what was transpiring if she looked away.

Beth once again raised up away from Ron's busy tongue so she could speak half way coherently, "Umm, yeah, you did. But it's okay. I mean, like we agreed, lounging around in bikinis makes it damn near impossible not to have a little accidental flash every once and a while. Still, you have to admit it is kinda fun to torment a kid with a cock too big to hide, whether intentional or not." Beth laid it on thick, while diffusing Pam's need to deny her actions.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 16



Ron felt like his dick might explode. He had been able to make out most of their conversation, and although he had no idea where Beth was going with it, it was incredibly exciting to hear them discuss their interest in his dick. Plus Beth was teasing him terribly every time she moved just beyond his reach, yet he knew she had told him to stay hidden, even as his cock bounced once again off the underside of the box springs. Concealed beneath the bed, Ron began to consider what he might dare to do to seek some relief. 

"Well, he is my daughter's boyfriend, and I certainly wouldn't.......OH MY! Beth! What are you....ahh, umm....you can't...Ahh God!.." Pam's attempted denial was abandoned as Beth had grabbed her by the ass and locked her lips around her clit, enthusiastically tonguing her to the brink of orgasm in a matter of seconds. 

Just as quickly, Beth pulled her lips away as she spoke, all the while ignoring the fact she'd just been tonguing her friend's pussy. "You know, you should really try what we talked about that day on the beach, you know, fantasize about Ron, even though we both know you'd never ever act on such depraved thoughts, but allow your mind to go there while you give yourself some relief from this constant temptation. It might be the only way you can keep yourself from crossing the line with Amy's boyfriend." 

Beth moved her face back down for another firm lick around Pam's needy pussy, ultimately stopping at her clit, where she sucked on the little nub while flicking her tongue over the concentration of nerves until she allowed it to escape from her suctioning lips with an audible pop. "I have a really fun, dirty idea. If you'll tell me your favorite fantasy about Ron, I'll make sure you have a mind-blowing orgasm at just the right time.....deal?" 

Pam was panting and sweating like she'd just run up the beach and back, so close to cumming. She did manage to comprehend what Beth was saying, but still, her mind remained ever jumbled with arousal, guilt, desire and embarrassment as she tried to respond. As much as part of her couldn't believe she was here, naked on the bed while her best friend sucked on her pussy, another part of her brain admitted that things had been moving this direction ever since they'd landed on the island. 

She thought about playing the "I really can't do this" card, and making Beth 'convince' her to play along, but as she squeezed her pussy as tightly as she could around those persistent steel balls within her needy cunt, she was too damn horny and frustrated to delay the inevitable. 

"Well, I can't believe we're going to do this, but well, I admit I do have this one fantasy I keep thinking about, you know, with Ron." Pam replied, diving head first into perversion she'd never dreamed possible.

Shocked at the ease to which Pam was going along with her plan, Beth quickly composed herself and replied, "It's okay, I mean we all have fantasies. I know that no matter what happens, you'd never allow anything inappropriate to happen with Ron. This will just be our little sexy secret, a way to blow off some steam, right?" Beth leaned away from Ron's face, wanting to make sure he would hear her and not do something stupid like jumping up on the bed thinking he could join them.

"Absolutely." Pam replied, truthfully. No matter the deliberate teasing she'd given into earlier, Beth was right in that she would have to resist any future temptations concerning Ron on their vacation. 

"Mmm, I knew it, but thought it'd be wise for us to say it out loud." Beth said before lightly kissing Pam's slick thighs, teasingly close to her bald cunt. "Now, tell me this fantasy while I help out down here."

Pam, still somewhat in a state of disbelief as to what was taking place, took a deep breath and began to speak, "Okay, well. It is the same every time. I am at my house. Ron is there too, waiting for Amy to come home. I tell him I have to go upstairs to take a shower, and that he can wait in Amy's room if he wants. I've been teasing him like crazy for weeks, every time he came over....you know, wearing tight shorts, low necklines, bending and stretching whenever we were alone, ....I know he tries to steal peeks, so I was pretty certain he'd stop in the hallway to peep into my room. I see him in the mirror, peering through the slightly open door, as I come out of the bathroom. I drop the towel and stand there naked, rubbing lotion all over my body as slowly as I can, knowing I am driving him crazy." Pam retells her fantasy, the story she'd envisioned in her mind so many times flowing easily, even as Beth resumed the manual caresses of her smooth pussy.

"In my fantasy, I just want to tease him some more, but suddenly he storms into the bedroom. I try to fend him off but Ron is uncharacteristically aggressive, and I back away until I am trapped in the corner, where I have no choice but to stand and watch as he undresses, and I see his penis, completely erect and looking almost painfully hard. Then he starts to move toward me. I tell him to stop, that he can't do what he is planning. He tells me I've been such a tease that I deserve what he is going to do, and I can't stop him. He grabs me and I try to push him away, but all that happens is that he rubs his body, and of course his big dick all over me until he is as slick from my lotion as I am. He pushes me down onto the bed and is on top of me, his cock sliding and prodding against me. Ahh, oh yes....." Pam pauses, no longer able to suppress her reaction to Beth as she has begun to nibble and lick, in a much more deliberate manner than before, on her swollen lips and clitoris. 

"God, this is one hot fantasy, you can't stop now." Beth says, genuinely wanting Pam to continue. The fact that Ron is pushing her ever closer to her own orgasm only enhancing the experience.

Ron, on the other hand, could stand no more, and decided to take a chance. As Pam continued with her tale, he slipped his hands under Beth's ass and while pushing with his feet, scooted out from under the bed. He felt Beth trying to keep him in place, but knew she couldn't make too much commotion for fear of alerting Pam. After only a few seconds, Ron managed to move far enough so that his cock was past the edge of the bed. His head and torso was obviously exposed behind Beth, but with Pam on her back, and Beth going down on her like there is no tomorrow, he figured he'd be safe. As soon as he stopped, with his cock jutting up between Beth's thighs and pressing back against her stomach, she did what he had hoped, and leaned up enough to position his throbbing head at the opening to her already wet, slick pussy.

Taken aback only momentarily by Ron's movement, Beth reached the same conclusion he had concerning the slim chance that Pam would shift positions any time soon, and spy Ron on the floor behind her. With his hard cock now pressing into her flat abs, she really saw no alternative other than to impale herself on the long, thick pole currently being fantasized about by her drunk, horny friend. 

".....so, the more I struggle, the more he grinds against me, mmm....God Beth, you are really good at this..." Pam responded to Beth's newly enthused oral attack. 

As Beth had lowered her mouth back to Pam's inviting lips, she simultaneously skewered herself down onto Ron, his bulbous cockhead steadily stretching her open until her body acquiesced and engulfed the blood engorged tip. His pulsing cock sent shivers throughout her core as she descended the length of his girth. Not being able to scream out her excitement of once again experiencing the boy's perfect penis, Beth expressed herself with an unbridled attack on Pam's clitoris, breaking contact only long enough to demand Pam continue with her tale.

"ah, mmm, ok, well, I am really fighting him off, you know, since it would be so wrong, but suddenly, ah, from nowhere he pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and fastens my wrists to the headboard. He maneuvers himself so that he is straddling my chest, his big balls sliding across my boobs. Oh god, Beth.....oh my....ah so he starts stroking his cock right over my face, and I can see how hard he is, every vein, the way his skin is stretched so tight as it towers out over my face, and Ron is being very un-Ron like by taunting me and asking if I want his cock. I shake my head no, and start to tell him again to get off, when he shoves the thick head into my mouth. He is still talking, saying things like, 'you know you've wanted to suck this for a long time', or 'this is what you get for being such a cock tease'. 

Ron can't believe the vulgar words coming from his girlfriend's mother's mouth. Between her arousing fantasy and the way Beth was slowly, but steadily rocking up and back, leaving only his head clutched just within her steamy pussy before sinking back down to once again take it all, he was quickly approaching an orgasm. He wanted to really slam into Beth as hard as he could, but once again, the bed frame prohibited him from using his legs to gain any leverage. He was able to use his hands to caress her taut ass, but was essentially her Beth's mercy as to the rhythm of their fucking. 

"With his throbbing cock shoved in my mouth, I start to lick and suck on it as best I can without the use of my hands, and just as I am really getting into it, he pulls free and starts to slide down my slick body.....oh God Beth,...you're going to make me cum.....Ahhh."

Beth, wanting this erotic encounter to last a little longer, slows both her fucking of Ron, and her oral attack on Pam. "Not yet, okay.......hold off until you can tell me the rest."

Ron's as frustrated as Pam by Beth's delay, and attempts to remedy his problem by tugging her hips downward, but Beth's strength allows her to resist his efforts. As if punishing him, she once again rises up on her knees until only his engorged head remains encased within the steamy clutches of her pussy. As she continues to draw the fantasy from Pam, Beth rocks ever so slowly, alternating between side-to-side movements and a very deliberate circular rotation of her hips. The end result was an incredibly sexy vision of Beth's flawless ass and sleek, tanned back, but with such diminished stimulation that he wanted to scream out for her to please, please fuck him. Of course, even in this state of frustration, Ron knew he had to maintain his involvement in this twisted scene a secret from Amy's mom.

As Beth lightly stroked Pam's throbbing clit, she lowered her face until her breath washed over the moistness between her friends legs. "Come on...tell me more....."

"Ahh, oh God, I, well, he slides down my slick body, rubbing his dick over my nipples, over and over, then he starts to slowly masturbate right in front of my face, but between having my hands bound and him straddling me, I can barely move. His cock looks so incredible, glistening with my saliva, thick, pulsing, it looks like he's holding a flesh covered steel pipe. A little pre-cum is handing from his tip, and he leans up to touch it to my lips......" Pam's concentration is broken as Beth once again hungrily attack's her, allowing her tongue to firmly stimulate her budding clit, and she practically screams out, "OH God! Yes!.....Just like that .....Mmmm."

Beth knew Pam was mere seconds away from an orgasm, and as much as she'd like to slam her own needy cunt down onto Ron until she could cum as well, the thought of stopping now, leaving them both desperate for relief, seemed to better suit her long term plans. She had to keep her resolve, even if it meant denying her own gratification, to push them both to the edge again and again, until she could manipulate them into even more demented scenarios.

So, Beth pulled her lips from Pam at the same moment she slid completely from Ron's cock. "Oh no.....what time is it?"

Pam lifted her head from the mattress, staring at her friend with an expression that conveyed her lustful desire as well as an incredulousness that she would stop to ask such a question. Allowing her body's hedonistic desires control over her speech, she said, "What...what....did you just ask what time it is? It is time for you to finish what you were doing........Beth, I am so close.....please."

Beth marveled at how quickly Pam's descent had been. A few days of occasional intimate touches and lots of sexy talk, and a morning of alcohol, pot, Sensuvive and manipulative teasing, and here was her previously proper friend, begging for her to keep going down on her. "Oh honey, I know and I'm sorry, but I just remembered the maids are scheduled to come by any minute now. As much as it might be fun to have a cute Bahamian girl walk in on us like this, I doubt you'd be open to that, plus she might just flip out and go to management, which could be embarrassing for us at best, and involve the police at worst. We really need to quit."

As Beth spoke, she tugged Ron back toward his hiding place, and he slid voluntarily, his thick cock reluctantly vacating Beth's cunt, until his face passed beneath her sex. He couldn't resist and leaned up to suck her already swollen clit past his lips and ravage her with his swirling tongue. He wanted to stay there with the 35 year olds succulent pussy plastered to his face, but he could tell by the movement of the bed springs that Pam was getting up. He complied with Beth's insistent hand gestures and slid back to his hiding place. 

Pam sat upright, seeing her nude friend still kneeling between her legs, her face glistening with evidence of what they'd just done. Before either even spoke, Pam could feel the pang of moral judgment doing its best to break through the lingering arousal and the various chemicals that had so weakened her resistance in the first place 

Beth knew her friend too well, and easily recognized the awkward, even embarrassed look that passed over Pam's features. Not wanting to give those feelings a foothold, Beth leaned up and kissed her briefly, more as a friend than a lover, and said, "Wow, that was unexpected huh? Listen, let's don't make a bigger deal about this than it was.

: an inebriated vacation interlude, nothing more, okay?"

Pam appreciated Beth's attempt to alleviate her remorse, and she quickly decided to keep from her perverted friend the fact that the pleasure and exhilaration from what they'd just done far outweighed any regrets she might have. Actually, her biggest regret was that she was left feeling increasingly sexually deprived and frustrated, but still, this was not something she planned on repeating. The fact that she'd shared her fantasy about Ron was a little embarrassing, but again, it was Beth and, well, if she could perform cunnilingus on her, Pam realized her own discomfort should pale in comparison.

As Pam's mind was filtering these thoughts, Beth deftly slipped the white bikini bottoms up and over her friend's legs. "Let's get dressed and go out and grab lunch at the bar. I'm suddenly famished." She paused, letting her last word hang until both women giggled, albeit a little uneasily. "Sorry, no more jokes or puns......the last 20 minutes will be forgotten."

Pam stood as they each finished adjusting the teeny new swimwear. Still eager to change the subject and leave the "scene of the crime", Pam grabbed their shades and sunscreen as she headed for the door. "I'm hungry too, let's go." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "But what about Ron? Where will we meet him?"

Beth answered, more for Ron's benefit than Pam's. "We'll find a spot on the beach after lunch, and I'm sure he'll stumble upon us on his way back from this scuba lesson. We will get him some lunch then if he hasn't already eaten."

Only as they were headed out the door did she realize her still simmering pussy was tightly clutching the Ben Wa balls, and on a whim decided it might be fun to maintain her sneaky secret and keep them in a bit longer. 

*

Ron waited a few moments before crawling from beneath the bed. His cock was rock hard and his mind was a jumble. He wasn't quite sure how to handle what had just happened. Amy's mom had let Beth eat her pussy, and she had confessed to a fantasy about him basically raping her. But what did it really mean for him. He still knew he couldn't make any advances on her, for any number of obvious reasons, not the least of which was that no matter what had happened, Beth had scared him shitless about offending Pam, and all the bad that would bring down on him. 

His best course of action was to simply play along with whatever Beth told him to do. She certainly was way better at manipulating people than he was. The part of his conscience that called for consideration of Amy was steadily losing ground to the part of his brain that kept his dick hard most of the time. He knew he'd worry about Amy later, and if he stuck to being passive and naïve, like with Sue, anything that might potentially happen with Pam would ultimately be because she initiated it, and he rationalized that might go a long way in assuaging his guilt. 

He thought about jacking off for the fourth time that day, but decided it would be more fun to stay on edge until he saw them again, in their newest bikinis. He relaxed in the room for an hour or so, amusing himself by examining the bag of sex toys, but mostly his mind kept replaying what had just happened, and doing his best to recall every little detail of Pam's fantasy about him.

Eventually, just as Beth had instructed, Ron retrieved the clingy, lime green swimsuit, which like all the others she had bought for him, had no lining. He slipped them on, positioned his half hard cock down against his thigh, and went to join Pam and Beth on the beach.

More to come.....



Sneak peek at Ch 17:

..... In the meantime, Mike was content to enjoy the scenery. Before she could even fully emerge from the receding waves, it was evident that the approaching blonde was a cut above the typical beach eye candy, as she proudly displayed her indisputably athletic, yet still curvaceous physique. A few more deliberate strides onto the beach, and he realized she was heading in his direction, each step allowing him a more detailed assessment of her exquisite body. 

He supposed the style of her pale orange bikini was not really that much different than others he'd seen, except that it appeared to be too small for the attention-demanding body it was struggling to conceal. The dripping wet top, in particular, was woefully inadequate to do the job. He'd examined enough Victoria Secret catalogs to guess this to be a "shelf bra" style, as the cups were cut horizontally straight across her tanned breasts. Her fleshy globes were pushed up, and because the cups appeared to be designed for someone far less endowed, her breasts were bordering on being obscenely exposed. How her nipples avoided popping over the top edge of the suit was a mystery Mike hoped to solve before she would eventually pass by their spot on the beach. He couldn't completely see through the material, but her erect nubs were unmistakable, as was the camel toe produced by the proportionally tiny bottoms molding to her like a second skin. 

As his attentiveness grew, he shot a quick glance to Lil, confirming she was oblivious to his voyeuristic opportunity, and not wanting to come across as a complete pervert, Mike did his best to appear equally uninterested, deliberately flipping a page in his latest John Grisham novel. Concealed beneath his sunglasses, however, his eyes continued to devour the superb feminine form drawing closer by the second, until it finally dawned on him that the object of his lustful fantasies was none other than Beth, the drunken teenager's mother, and she was not just walking in their direction, but obviously intent on coming to join them. Mike's reaction quickly transitioned from the shameless delight of some ocean-front girl-watching, to a very real apprehension that Ron had for some reason told her of their indiscretion from the previous night. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 16



"Hi, I thought I recognized you two." Beth said as she traversed the final 10 yards of soft sand between her and her unwitting accomplices-in-waiting. 

Mike tried to appear as if he only then looked up from his book, to notice her. "Oh..., hi there. Lil, honey, it's Beth."

Having rolled over at the sound of a strange voice, Lil saw Beth about the time Mike announced her presence. She, like her husband, was overcome by a sense of panic, but managed to suppress it behind a welcoming smile and somewhat nervous banter, "Hi Beth. Sorry I haven't tracked you down already...you probably want your room key back, huh?"

Beth dropped to her knees, just between the feet of the married couple. She of course knew the push-up demi-bra styled bikini, with the halter shoulder straps attached at the outer edges, near her arm pits, allowed the entire top half of each breast to be overtly exposed above the undersized cups. The top edge of each pinkish brown areola ever so briefly slithered past the top edge of her bikini, as her enticing breasts jiggled noticeably from her sudden descent to the blanket. In addition, she could feel her simmering pussy practically engulfing the wet, thin bikini, and could only imagine the obscenely erotic vision she must be presenting. As such, Beth was not the least bit surprised to see both sets of eyes scanning her barely clad body. 

"The key, oh yeah, if you have it with you, sure. Did everything go ok last night?"

Lil unconsciously made brief eye contact with Mike before returning her focus to Beth, "No problem at all. We stopped by on the way to and from the bar. He was sleeping like a baby both times." Lil replied with what she believed to be the truth, technically. 

"Good. I appreciate you helping out." Beth couldn't help but toy with them a little, noting the relief wash over them both when she appeared to accept Lil's statement. "So, are you planning on doing anything fun tonight?"

Mike answered before Lil could respond. Now convinced the molestation of Ron was their secret to keep, he wanted to preserve any potential option of spending an evening with this incredibly alluring woman. "Not really. How about you guys?"

Lil shot Mike another brief, but noticeably irritated look as Beth replied, "Well, we may go to one of the clubs, you know, pretend we're still in college one more time. You should go with us....and Lil, you should wear your red dress again." Beth paused, taking a perverted pleasure is watching the confusion wash over first Lil, then Mike. "You are so full of surprises, I mean, I never took you for someone to wear such a daring dress." She stopped, letting them digest her words.

"Uh, I'm not sure I am following you, what red dress?" Came Lil's weak attempt at denial.

.....

Ch 17 underway.



A Tempting Vacation Ch. 17



Beth slowly eased down the shoreline, little more than her head above water. As she drifted along, her mind continued to sift through the day's surprising events, as well as envision what she hoped might transpire a little later, in light of her most recent chance encounter. 

()()()

While Pam had relaxed in the shade, waiting for their salads, Beth had parked herself in front of the painfully slow bartender as he mixed their drinks. She glanced past him, to the ocean side of the circular bar, immediately recognizing the statuesque Bahamian girl that had serendipitously helped her torment Ron, as well as Sue, yesterday at the boutique. Noticing she was wearing one of the Resort staff polo shirts, Beth made her way to an empty barstool next to her. 

"Hi, ah, remember me, I was in your shop yesterday, with some friends?" Beth said, offering her hand along with a friendly smile. "I'm Beth. We bought a lot of stuff."

"But you know I do. Assisting you and your friends was the highlight of my day as a matter of fact. My name is Leslie." She answered truthfully while attempting to discreetly admire this older lady's age-defying body, and the way her teeny orange bikini struggled to contain her otherwise nude form. 

Beth wasn't afraid of confirming to this young girl the deliberate teasing they'd inflicted upon Ron, and by default, Sue, and flashed her a knowing grin as she leaned closer and softly said, "I bet. My friend Ron needed an icy shower after experiencing your attentive customer service." Then in a more normal tone said, "But what are you doing here...you work for the resort as well as the retail store?"

"Just on a part time basis. I conduct an occasional spa session when the normal instructor is unavailable, you know, yoga, massage, aerobics, stuff like that. I just finished a couple's massage class a little while ago. It was rather boring, with an overweight older couple...too bad you and Ron couldn't make it. I would guess you'd have been up for a spicier class, with my more advanced full body massages," she smiled broadly as she continued, "not for the inhibited, don't you know."

"Oh my now Leslie, you sound like a woman after my own heart." Beth spoke, even as her mind was toying with the possibilities. "Maybe you'd like to offer us a session this afternoon, a group session? It would be me, Ron who you obviously remember, and my dear friend Pam...oh, and maybe even another couple. What do you say?" Beth asked even as the familiar tingle overtook her body at the prospect of such deviously erotic fun.

"We'll schedule you in for a, ahem, a relaxing experience. I'll reserve three private rooms. What do you think?" Leslie asked with a sly grin and conspiratorial wink.

"I love it." Beth replied, her enthusiasm evident. "But there are a couple of things we should be clear on, you know, relative to how certain members of our group should, and shouldn't interact." 

Beth leaned close to convey her desires to her new accomplice, and within 10 minutes she was back poolside with their drinks, where Pam had begun eating, unaware of her friend's scheming conversation. After lunch, they headed to the beach as planned, and within 30 minutes Ron found them sunning lazily, recuperating from the mornings intoxicants and the lingering awkwardness of their lunchtime tryst. 

Beth was pleased with his demeanor, as he somehow managed to preserve his innocent schoolboy performance while so nonchalantly maneuvering about with his impressive bulge so obscenely displayed by his snug green swimsuit. It was fun to watch Pam struggle to steal peeks without being too obvious. Having decided it would be best to let everyone simmer a bit prior to their upcoming massage class, Beth was content to relax and get some sun, that is until she'd seen Lil and her husband making their way down the beach, a little further from the main crowd. She'd been intending to track her down if possible, and waited about 20 minutes or so before slipping quietly down to the sea to seize the opportunity before her. 

()()()

Realizing Beth was floating further down the shoreline, Pam decided to take another run at a little innocent teasing of Ron, and slowly made her way into the surf as well. She'd been kept at a constant simmer beneath her white bikini bottoms ever since Beth had left short of cumming back in the room. Having to continually squeeze and grip the lolling Ben Wa balls, all the while spying Ron's nearly obscenely bulging trunks, had her in need of a brief respite in the ocean. After a few dives into the oncoming waves, Pam began the slow walk back up the soft sand. She'd promised herself she would not look down to examine this new white bikini's first display when soaking wet, at least not until she'd approached Ron and begun to dry off.

As expected, he was sitting, propped up by his arms extending behind him to the rear of his towel, ready to watch her every move as she returned in her dripping wet bikini. His legs were extended so that his package was plainly evident as she strode closer. They both were doing their best not to be too obvious as to where their eyes were focused behind their dark shades. Pam started toweling off the water from her hair and as she continued to surreptitiously spy his swimsuit, his dick noticeably lurched against the green material, and began to lengthen right before her eyes. 

Ron had intended to show off when Pam came back from the ocean, but he wasn't quite prepared for the way she looked in that white bikini. It was super sexy when completely dry, as her nipples had been tenting the thin material all afternoon, but now, it was practically non-existent. Not only could he see her entire areolas, but the wet bottoms were molded into every crease and crevice of her pussy. She didn't seem to notice, which seemed odd, but his cock certainly did, as it immediately began a steady expansion toward a complete erection in only a matter of seconds. 

Pam couldn't resist any longer as Ron's rapid response within his trunks was a pretty evident clue as to how her suit might look while wet. She bent to dry the water from her legs, taking the opportunity to discreetly examine her appearance. She'd expected it to be tight and clingy, and maybe show her nipples a little more plainly, but she was practically naked. It was sexy and exhilarating, but it was too much for her when layered on top of everything else that had been stoking her fires, not the least of which was the last couple of hours spend battling the persistent steel balls as they battered the walls of her pussy. 

She'd finished drying off and composed herself enough to say, "Ron, I'm going to run up to the room for a quick bathroom break, I'll be back in a few." She then scampered away, finally anxious to extract her recently discovered sex toy. By the time she was in the room, the bikini had dried. She intended to change anyway, but couldn't find her old suits, or even any of her underwear for that matter. This smelled of Beth, and she'd have to confront her as soon as she got her alone. Being forced to go back to Ron in the white bikini wasn't the worst thing, as she'd rather enjoy 'innocently' tormenting him for the rest of the afternoon. After all, wearing such a scant swimsuit around him would fall in the 'it's a beach vacation and he just has to deal with it' category.

()()()

Beth only drifted a couple hundred yards or so until she spotted Lil lying face down, in a black and yellow one piece, closer to the palm trees bordering the back of the beach, than the ocean's edge. Mike was sitting next to her, but their kids were nowhere in sight. Knowing it was now or never, she began to make her way from the surf. Beth could feel her nipples harden, more from the nervous exhilaration of what she was about to do than from the ocean breeze against her wet top. 

The new bikini she'd put on during lunch had actually been one of her more audacious purchases. Even though she'd intended it for a later day, the unplanned encounter back in the room had led her to wearing this particular suit sooner than expected. As she felt the ocean water cascading over her exposed skin, Beth was pleased to be wearing it for the upcoming conversation with the married couple.

Lil was on her stomach, facing away from the shore, so she didn't have the view being afforded her husband, as Beth leisurely sauntered from the sea. Mike's eyes settled on the fit blonde, just as he had nearly every other reasonably attractive female to cross before his dark shades, and allowed his mind to pose her in various sex acts. Objectifying women like this wasn't really like him, at least not to this degree, but there was no denying that the sexual depravity he'd embraced watching his wife and the well-hung teenager was still in the forefront of his thoughts. He and Lil had vaguely referred to their exploits over breakfast, and she was obviously regretful of her behavior, even though he'd done his best to alleviate her guilt, taking on as much blame as she'd allow. 

What he didn't tell her was how aroused he still was, continuing to replay their once-in-a-lifetime evening in his mind. He didn't want to forever lose the sexy persona he'd coaxed from her last night, and while he didn't believe she'd ever do anything even close to that daring again, he'd certainly love for her to embrace the confident sexuality and teasing behavior she'd exhibited with the college boys in the bar. He knew her well enough to avoid pushing in that direction so soon, but eventually, he'd find a way to broach the subject again.

In the meantime, Mike was content to enjoy the scenery. Before she could even fully emerge from the receding waves, it was evident that the approaching blonde was a cut above the typical beach eye candy, as she proudly displayed her indisputably athletic, yet still curvaceous physique. A few more deliberate strides onto the beach, and he realized she was heading in his direction, each step allowing him a more detailed assessment of her exquisite body. 

He supposed the style of her pale orange bikini was not really that much different than others he'd seen, except that it appeared to be too small for the attention-demanding body it was struggling to conceal. The dripping wet top, in particular, was woefully inadequate to do the job. He'd examined enough Victoria Secret catalogs to guess this to be a "shelf bra" style, as the cups were cut horizontally straight across her tanned breasts. Her fleshy globes were pushed up, and because the cups appeared to be designed for someone far less endowed, her breasts were bordering on being obscenely exposed. How her nipples avoided popping over the top edge of the suit was a mystery Mike hoped to solve before she would eventually pass by their spot on the beach. He couldn't completely see through the material, but her erect nubs were unmistakable, as was the camel toe produced by the proportionally tiny bottoms molding to her like a second skin. 

As his attentiveness grew, he shot a quick glance to Lil, confirming she was oblivious to his voyeuristic opportunity, and not wanting to come across as a complete pervert, Mike did his best to appear equally uninterested, deliberately flipping a page in his latest John Grisham novel. Concealed beneath his sunglasses, however, his eyes continued to devour the superb feminine form drawing closer by the second, until it finally dawned on him that the object of his lustful fantasies was none other than Beth, the drunken teenager's mother, and she was not just walking in their direction, but obviously intent on coming to join them. 

Mike's reaction quickly transitioned from the shameless delight of some ocean-front girl-watching, to a very real apprehension that Ron had for some reason told his mother of their indiscretion from the previous night. 

"Hi, I thought I recognized you two." Beth said as she traversed the final 10 yards of soft sand between her and her unwitting accomplices-in-waiting. 

Mike tried to appear as if he only then looked up from his book, to notice her. "Oh..., hi there. Lil, honey, it's Beth."

Having rolled over at the sound of a strange voice, Lil saw Beth about the time Mike announced her presence. She, like her husband, was overcome by a sense of panic, but managed to suppress it behind a welcoming smile and somewhat nervous banter, "Hi Beth. Sorry I haven't tracked you down already...you probably want your room key back, huh?"

Beth dropped to her knees, just between the feet of the married couple. She of course knew the push-up demi-bra styled bikini, with the halter shoulder straps attached at the outer edges, near her arm pits, allowed an inordinate amount of each fleshy globe to be overtly exposed above the undersized cups. Just a glimpse of each pinkish brown areola ever so briefly slithered beyond the top edge of her bikini, as her enticing breasts jiggled noticeably from her sudden descent to the blanket. In addition, she could feel her simmering pussy practically engulfing the wet, thin material, and could only imagine the obscenely erotic vision she must be presenting. As such, Beth was not the least bit surprised to see both sets of eyes scanning her barely clad body. 

"The key, oh yeah, if you have it with you, sure. Did everything go ok last night?"

Lil unconsciously made brief eye contact with Mike before returning her focus to Beth, "No problem at all. We stopped by on the way to and from the bar. He was sleeping like a baby both times." Lil replied with what she believed to be the truth, technically. 

"Good. I appreciate you helping out." Beth couldn't help but toy with them a little, noting the relief wash over them both when she appeared to accept Lil's statement. "So, are you planning on doing anything fun tonight?"

Mike answered before Lil could respond. Now convinced the molestation of Ron was their secret to keep, he wanted to preserve any potential option of spending an evening with this incredibly alluring woman. "Not really. How about you guys?"

Lil shot Mike another brief, but noticeably irritated look as Beth replied, "Well, we may go to one of the clubs, you know, pretend we're still in college one more time. You should go with us...and Lil, you should wear your red dress again." Beth paused, taking a perverted pleasure is watching the confusion overtake first Lil, then Mike. "You are so full of surprises, I mean, I never took you for someone to wear such a daring dress." She stopped, letting them digest her words.

"Uh, I'm not sure I am following you, what red dress?" Came Lil's weak attempt at denial.

"Hmm, let me think, I believe it was a halter style, cut rather low, down to about here." Beth demonstrated by dragging a single red fingernail deep into the bronzed and ample cleavage created by the undersized bikini top. "And even though the video was a little fuzzy, and I admit, I was more focused on the way you sucked on Ron's big cock, but still, the dress appeared to be brazenly thin, you naughty girl."

The threesome sat motionless as Mike and Lil came to terms what they'd just heard. Eventually, Mike felt a sickness in his gut upon registering Beth's graphic confession of her knowledge of what they had done. Even worse, he didn't like the confident, almost condescending tone with which she was speaking, and decided he should do his best to end this conversation right now. "Look here, I don't know what you're talking about, but I think it best if we just give you the key and go our separate ways."

"I guess we could do that. It's just that if a particular video I have ever made its way to the First Baptist Church, or maybe even one of the local bars in, where was it you lived again, oh yes, Greenville, well, I can only imagine the fallout. Greenville's not really that big, so it would probably only take a few days, maybe a week before this video was the talk of the town." Beth said with as much sinister commitment as she could muster. Of course, she'd never do such a thing to them, but if she was to gain their assistance in her latest conniving scheme, they had to be properly motivated. Based on their actions in the video, she truly believed that after initialing coercing them, then adding some alcohol, and maybe one of her recently found joints, it wouldn't take long to break down their resistance until each were playing along voluntarily and enthusiastically.

Lil sat upright during Beth's veiled threat, and scooted a little closer to her husband as she felt the tears coming on. About that same time, Mike exploded, "Listen you, I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but you'll go to jail, trust me, if you do anything to tarnish our name."

"Oh, come on Mike, please calm down. I am not really an evil person. I didn't plan any of this," Beth lied, "It's just that last night, before we left the room, I started thinking about having a stranger, albeit someone that seemed nice, normal and trustworthy, but a stranger nonetheless, come into our condo, and well, I decided to be safe and hide my video camera. To say I was shocked with what I saw on the tape, well, that would likely be the understatement of the century."

Mike and Lil sat there, flabbergasted. Each was struggling with their response, neither could find a voice to ...to what?...to deny what Beth had seen on the video?... to be angry at her for taking steps to protect her son and belongings?...to accuse Beth of setting them up?...maybe, but she certainly didn't force them to do the things they did, so that seemed a losing position. 

The sobbing from Lil was bubbling up in earnest now. Mike reached over and held her hand, but he already knew that if Beth truly had a video of them with Ron, that they had little leverage to demand anything of her. His anger was still evident in his voice, even as he asked, "So, what is it you want from us? Money?"

"Oh my, no. That would be, well, that'd be criminal. I only want your assistance, just for today, then you get the video for a keepsake, and we part, hopefully friends, after all is said and done. But understand, I do intend for you both to do what I ask, or I will mail the video, believe me." Beth laid down another hollow threat in an effort to keep them focused.

Lil, now working on stifling her tears, sensed they might be able to come through this without ruining their reputation, and through now abating sobs and sniffles, asked, "What exactly do you expect us to do?" 

Beth had given this much thought over the past hour or so, while basking in the sun just up the beach from where they now sat. She'd decided the best way to truly have Mike and Lil buy in was to tell them about the various bouts of exhibitionism, teasing and voyeurism they'd experienced so far on their trip. She also wanted them to get past being strong-armed, and to focus more on this being a continuation of the sexual adventure they'd begun last night with Ron.

"Now, don't get all worked up, it's not a big deal, just think of it as playing a part in a movie, but before I get to that, let me tell you about the past few days. What started out as an innocent little trip, has for reasons ranging from pure serendipity to some admittedly calculated scheming, turned into a vacation of one erotic temptation after another. Coincidentally, you two happened onto one of these tempting escapades yesterday, at the boutique, but I'll get to that in a bit,..." she paused briefly, allowing Lil time to fully register the implication of her words. Seeing her glance apprehensively to her husband, Beth continued, "This could take a bit. Would you be so kind as to share your sunscreen?" Beth seemed to absentmindedly ask Mike while she made a show of brushing the sand from her defined, tanned legs. 

Mike had quickly reassessed the situation, and while he resented being manipulated, he didn't truly believe Beth's intent was to cause them any harm. Quite the opposite, in fact, she may actually bring about a quicker return to the previous night's adventures than even he'd planned. Plus, it certainly couldn't hurt to give her their sunscreen so that she could oil herself down while sharing with them the naughty events to which she'd hinted. As his cock twitched in anticipation, he reassuringly stroked his wife's hand as Beth continued speaking. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 17



"Even after the boutique, I never anticipated you'd drop back into our little erotic journey, but then fate intervened, you just happened to be sitting poolside last night, as I was deciding what to do about Ron. You were so agreeable to check in on him, and well, ahem, you know the rest." Beth gave Lil a purposeful wink, delighting in watching her squirm nervously even as Mike's anger appeared to be dissipating with every word she uttered and every drop of lotion with which she caressed her golden skin. 

Lil sat there, still in a near state of shock. She knew letting Mike talk her into wearing the red dress had been a mistake. But of course, she also knew her actions couldn't totally be blamed on the dress, or even the alcohol for that matter. She'd happened upon Ron in the changing room, and having spied his unusually large penis, well, her thoughts had been teetering toward perversion ever since. And now, after a night of reckless and sinful behavior, here they were, at the mercy of some twisted woman they hardly knew. 

Of course, her increasingly perverted husband was more than happy to drool over her while she lathered up her perfect, practically nude body with tanning oil. The sad thing was, Lil knew she could hardly blame him. Beth was incredibly attractive, with toned, flawless skin, and yet still curvy enough to just ooze sex appeal. As much as she despised her right now, Lil also knew she really had no choice but to sit back, allow her to flaunt herself for Mike, and hear her out. Her only hope was that her demands weren't too unreasonable, and that they'd be able to escape the consequences of their ill-advised decisions of last night.

Beth continued to very slowly coat her arms and shoulders, the coconut aroma wafting about them. "But let me back up, it really all began on the ride down. My friend Pam, who'll you meet this evening, decided to get some sleep ..."

After truthfully relaying Pam's accidental backseat encounter, her unavoidable contact on the plane, and then the fortuitous opportunity for her to spy on Amy blowing Ron in the bathroom, Beth paused, anxious to assess how this was all settling in with her newest co-conspirators.

Lil and Mike had both been taken in by Beth's tale. Even as her oily hands caressed the exposed top half of each breast under the guise of protecting her skin from the sun, Mike surprisingly found himself equally as intrigued by her words as by her actions. Lil, understanding exactly how Beth's friend could have become so quickly enamored of the teenager's penis, had all but forgotten the coerced position she was in, and only wanted to more fully understand where Beth was going with all this.

"So let me understand, you knew your friend was becoming obsessed with your own son's...well, Ron's ah, you know what I mean, and you didn't care?" Lil honed in on the most obvious issue, as most any mother would.

"Oh, I guess I should set the record straight. Ron isn't really my kid. We all concocted that lie to keep Pam's ex-hubby calm because...well, it's not really relevant now, but Pam knew, and now you do as well, that Ron isn't related to me, or anyone else on this trip for that matter. After we kept up the charade through our first lunch with you guys, I couldn't see any reason to tell you otherwise, plus I kinda thought that by prolonging the lie last night, that you might be a little more protective of him, you know, mom to mom." Beth paused once more, noting yet again the guiltily fleeting glance between the married couple, before she continued with a light-hearted chuckle, "Guess that one didn't work out like I thought, huh?" 

Lil fidgeted beneath the emotional weight of the accusatory words, even as Beth pressed on, her tale occasionally infused with self-serving lies, "Anyway, it seemed like every time I turned around, Pam's daughter Amy was maneuvering Ron into some sort of predicament that would torment him while more often than not tempting her own mother as well. Pam has held up pretty well, most of the time, but, well, you know Lil, there's only so much a woman can resist, right?"

"Please, quit assailing me with my indiscretion from last night. I am truly regretful for taking advantage of your so...I mean Ron. I really am!" Lil responded earnestly to Beth's recurring taunts.

Even as his eyes were involuntarily drawn to Beth's glistening tummy, as she swiped sun lotion ever closer to the edge of her bikini, Mike stroked Lil's hand and said, "Please, just tell us what you want and quit torturing my wife, it's only upsetting her, and certainly not helping to convince her, er us, to go along with whatever it is you're planning."

Even if Beth hadn't caught Mike's inference of his own willingness, his bulging crotch was a dead giveaway as to his growing interest in what she might propose. Obviously, it didn't take a brain surgeon to assume something sexual was going to be asked of them. 

"Okay, okay, I'll get to that, but I need to finish bringing you up to speed. So after I notice how Amy seems to delight in forcing Ron to tempt her own mother, I mention it to Pam. I can tell she's thought the same thing, but refused to admit it to herself, or maybe only me...I guess it is another 'mom' thing. But eventually, I convinced her that we'd lay a little trap and see which of us was right about Amy. 

After a night out drinking, Pam pretended to be passed out, and I excused myself to take a bath, leaving Amy and Ron the task of getting Pam put to bed before they went to the hot tub. In only a matter of minutes, Amy convinced Ron to stop changing into his swimsuit, and help her with her mom. Ron was stark naked and completely hard, while he crawled around the bed, helping position Pam so Amy could undress her. I peeked through the not-quite-closed bathroom door the whole time...it was super erotic to watch."

"No...are you serious?" Lil asked in a genuinely interested tone, seeming to forget to be mad at Beth, at least for the moment.

"Why would I lie about it? As a matter of fact, I'd say just hearing about this is exciting your husband, so you can only imagine how young Ron responded that night." Beth replied, nodding to the bulge in Mike's suit. "I have an idea. It's time for your first task to show me you will do what it takes to keep your little video from being mailed... I'd like you to slip your hand in his swimsuit until I finish my story."

Lil shot Mike a look of disgust, as if he should be able to refrain from getting hard as Beth sat there next to them, caressing her golden skin with lotion as she told her erotic tale, then immediately turned back to Beth to refuse her request, saying, "I can't do that. Not right here on the beach where anyone might see."

"Okay, then I guess the video will be the talk of Greenville by this time next week." Beth said with as much cold, unfeeling determination as she could portray, and began to rise to her feet.

"No...stop...okay, you win. But can I use this towel for cover? Lil pleaded, holding up a spare beach towel. 

"Sure, all you need to do in exchange for that privacy is hold out your hand." Beth leaned forward and pulled Lil's right hand from Mike's grasp, and before she could object further, squirted a nice dollop of sun screen into her palm. She then directed the slick and reluctantly compliant hand to the waistband of her husband's swimsuit, guiding it beneath the fabric just as Lil managed to spread the towel over his lap.

Mike was surprised by both the audacity of Beth, and the relative ease to which his wife had allowed herself to be manipulated. He halfway expected her to simply sit there, her wrist snugly encased by the straining elastic, but to his surprise, Lil wrapped her oily fingers around his shaft and slowly began to fondle and stroke his steel-like erection. 

"OK, I am doing it, now please get to the point and tell us what sort of twisted game you are making us play." Lil demanded. 

Beth heard what she thought to be concocted anger in Lil's words. Furthermore, her nipples practically bursting through the padding of her bathing suit, her shallow breathing and continued stroking of her husband on a public beach, seemed to support Beth's assessment of Lil's feigned annoyance. Feeling her own arousal building from the emerging sexual atmosphere, she decided to ignore Lil's plea to divulge her ultimate demands, and delve a little deeper into the stimulating aspects of her story.

"So anyway..., I can't help myself...I've taken great delight in my friend Pam's struggle in dealing with the fact that her daughter's boyfriend is hung like a porn star. And honestly, it's been just as much fun to torment Ron, you know, watch him squirm while trying to conceal his considerable excitement." Beth continued, now lathering her thighs with the shiny oil. 

She noted the lustful gaze on Mike's face and the way Lil's body continued to betray her growing arousal before resuming her story. "The more I've kidded her, the more defensive Pam's become, continually denying any desire for what Ron's packing, so to speak. She got so defensive that I eventually goaded her into betting on it. We have $1,000 on whether or not she breaks down and sucks on Ron's big fat cock before the trip is over. Of course Pam thinks this is going to be easy money for her...but that's where you come in Lil, you're going to help me with my plan to further entice Pam, cause you can relate to just how tempting such well-endowed forbidden fruit can be, can't you?"

"That lucky little shit!" Mike spat out before he could censor himself, and regretted it immediately. Lil and Beth both locked eyes on him, and his wife ceased moving her slick hand inside his shorts. Beth stifled a giggle, anxious to see what Lil would say next.

Before she could speak, Mike decided to just jump in with both feet, realizing he wouldn't be able to talk himself free of his envious outburst anyway, "Well, don't look at me like I said something crazy...he is a lucky little shit. I mean he's got this big, meaty cock that seems to captivate any woman that gets a whiff of it." Mike rambled on, intentionally glancing at Lil, practically daring his wife to interrupt. "Now he's left on a tropical island, at the mercy of an incredibly sexy and devious family friend, and along with the help of my own wife, I'm guessing he's going to be teased and toyed with in the hopes that his own girlfriend's mother will finally succumb to the temptation and give him a blowjob. How is that not the luckiest kid on earth?" 

Lil quickly digested her husband's words, growing undeniably aroused at the thought of being coerced into luring another woman past the taboo of fellating the well-hung teenager, a boy that is her own daughter's boyfriend no less. It would be so wrong, so dirty, so deceitful, but as her pussy grew moist from the recollection of her own moral breakdown and submission to the unconscious boy's penis, Lil reminded herself that the video Beth had taken would make refusing whatever she was told to do impossible. During the seconds in which her mind processed these thoughts, Lil's slippery hand instinctively resumed the steady stroking of Mike's rock hard penis.

Beth heard the jealous desire in Mike's words, and noted Lil's heightened arousal as she continued on with her manipulative lies and half-truths. "Yeah, I guess the kid is rather lucky, but you might have some fun with this yourself." She said, looking Mike directly in the eye. She thought Mike was already a willing participant, but it couldn't hurt to keep him properly motivated to further insure he'd play along. "I mean, Pam will need to be primed a little as well, and that job may fall to you."

Lil's hand immediately ceased moving inside Mike's shorts, as she was not nearly as comfortable with him being 'forced' into this twisted little game of seduction as when it had been only her. Her discomfort was obvious, and Beth interjected, "Look you two, it's not like I'm going to tie you down and have you taken against your will, but I do need you both to be willing to just go with the flow, okay? So Lil, please be a good sport and resume your current task at hand." Beth finished, her eyes locked on Mike's towel covered crotch until it was obvious Lil had resumed her hand job.

"Ok, so here is the plan..." Beth leaned in closer, an explained their roles for what she envisioned to play out later that afternoon. As her instructions drew to a close, Beth noted Lil's continued stroking beneath the cover of the towel. Mike's body began to more conspicuously convey his increasing arousal. She was toying with how far to let them go, when the decision was made for her as Beth saw their kids coming down the boardwalk to the beach, and said, "Ah, I hate to break this to you, but in about two minutes your kids are going to join us...maybe you should pull your hand from Mike's shorts."

Lil of course did so immediately, and even though Mike obviously understood, he was visibly disappointed. Beth decided leaving Mike hanging was only fair, and quickly rose to make her exit. "We'll be up the beach for another hour or two, and I expect you both to follow through on what I have asked you to do, see you shortly." With that, Beth sauntered back to the clear Caribbean waves, to ease her way up the coastline and join an unsuspecting Pam and Ron. 

()()()

Leslie had been on edge ever since her earlier conversation with Beth. She'd never meet anyone so sexually adventurous and unabashedly manipulative. She'd promised the alluring blonde to do her best to stay within her guidelines. Luckily spring break week didn't bring a lot of spa use, as she guessed most of the kids preferred to spend their money on drinking rather than getting an expensive massage, so reserving the massage rooms was no problem.

Shortly after 4:00, Lil and Mike entered the spa as they'd been directed by their sexy blackmailer. As planned, Beth and Lil portrayed themselves equally surprised to once again cross paths, all for the benefit of Pam and Ron, then related their brief encounter from the previous day's shopping and lunch, and made introductions all around. 

Ron was the only one truly surprised by the presence of Mike and Lil. He'd been extremely drunk the night before, but was still able to recall bits and pieces of the magnificent blow job, and the way her husband had urged her on. Now, to see them so unexpectedly was quite a shock, and he found himself embarrassed to have to face the married couple again. He saw them both seemingly involuntarily glance at his bulging trunks, then each do their best not to look again. It was also rather obvious that Mike was quite intrigued with Pam in her teeny white bikini. Lil seemed to take note as well, albeit with a far less lascivious countenance than did her husband.

And then Leslie entered from the door to the adjoining office, and spoke to the group. Ron immediately recognized her from the boutique, and glanced to Beth. There was little doubt in his mind that she'd somehow managed to bring this group together, but her face gave nothing away. 

As he continued to process these events, Leslie spoke up, and it only got worse. "Unfortunately, we are understaffed, and only myself and another masseuse are working today, and even she won't be here for a bit. To express the resort's apologies for this inconvenience, there will be no charge for this spa session. What we've sometimes done in the past is basically provide a massage 'class', and demonstrate basic technique, and then provide guidance as guests take turns massaging each other. Would that be acceptable today?"

Pam had managed to grow somewhat immune to seeing Ron so blatantly displayed within his green swimsuit for the past hour or so on the beach, even though her thoughts kept returning to the vision seared into her brain of Ron stroking himself to orgasm back in their room. But to potentially put her hands on his body as part of a massage would surely be a bad idea. She was prepared to object to Leslie's suggestion, but before she opened her mouth, Lil spoke up, "I think it'd be neat to learn how to give a massage, but I know my husband, and once I put my hands on him, he won't let me treat this seriously, ah, well, I'm sure you know what I mean." She laughed nervously, relieved to have conveyed the message as she'd been instructed, and glanced briefly to Beth, glad to see a brief, confirming smile.

Pam still wasn't sure where this was going, but decided if she could get Ron paired with the other married woman, she wouldn't be tempted and he wouldn't end up at the mercy of Beth's devious hands. Just as she prepared to broach the subject, Leslie continued, "Here's what I recommend. Everyone take a quick shower, wrap in a clean towel, and come back to Room #1. I'll show the group some basic techniques, then we'll break into twos. I'll pair each of you with someone not in your group. Hopefully Nancy will join us in time to be your partner Beth. That will leave Mike with Pam, and Ron with Lil. I'll move room to room to answer questions and give pointers. Is that acceptable to everyone?"

After everyone indicated their agreement, she continued, "Good. Let's get started, there is a women's locker room down this hall. Guys, your facilities are not quite as large, but at the opposite end of the hall is a changing room for the men. See everyone in Room 1 in 10 minutes."

With only one shower stall, Ron went first, and even with the clear curtain, was able to shield his cock from Mike. He felt funny about being alone with the man, knowing what had happened the previous night, but to Ron's relief, Mike behaved normally and their conversation was brief and superficial. He wrapped himself in an oversized towel, glad that the awkwardness of the past few minutes had left him mostly flaccid. Glancing down, the sloping curve of his dick was evident beneath the white towel, but at least not obscenely so.

As everyone reconvened in Room #1, Leslie once again took control. "Okay, I'll need a couple of volunteers to be on the receiving end of our lessons, who's first? Mike?" 

Having been given instructions by Beth to go along with whatever was asked of him, Mike agreed and crawled up on the table, on his stomach. Leslie tugged the towel from beneath him, leaving it draped across over his butt and thighs. 

Everyone gathered around as Leslie showed them how to press down his back, with just the right amount of pressure and each of them took a turn. It all appeared harmless enough, and when Leslie asked Pam to be next, she agreed. While Pam had initially been skeptical when Beth had suggested massages, it appeared for once that Beth was not playing puppet master. Even though the group's near nudity provided a somewhat erotic aura to the room, the black masseuse seemed to be behaving in a professional manner. 

Pam replaced Mike on the table, in the same face down position. Leslie tugged her towel loose as well, and to Pam's surprise, positioned it just as she had for him. This left her upper body completely exposed, the swell of her breasts pressed out to each side and only concealed by her arms pressed tight into her torso. In addition, Pam felt a steady drizzle of massage oil being dripped over her back and legs. 

As Leslie began to work the oil into her shoulders, she invited Lil to stand at Pam's head, and give it a try. The pressure felt good, and as Pam relaxed further, she was slow to comprehend a second set of hands a little further down her back. 

"Very good Ron. Since Pam is so petite, you can turn your body like this," Leslie said, twisting Ron so that he was next to Pam's hip, positioned facing her head. "This way both hands can grip her waist, then your thumbs can slide up along her spine. Just keep working her like that while I show Beth and Mike some leg moves." 

Ron steadily inched higher and higher, his large hands completely spanning her tan, slender back. As he moved, his fingers tentatively probed between her ribs and arms. Pam reflexively tensed up, tightly squeezing her arms to her side so that he didn't come in contact with the swell of her breasts. No matter how complicit she'd ultimately been in teasing and tempting the poor boy to this point of their trip, willingly offering herself up to knowingly be groped and caressed by him was a line she just couldn't cross. Frustratingly, this current situation of having numerous hands so publicly roaming over her tingling skin was rapidly turning her on, as evidenced by the smoldering moisture between her legs. As Pam steeled herself to withstand Ron's touch, Leslie began to direct Beth and Mike as they stood at the foot of the table.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 17



At once, Pam felt a pair of hands on each foot, and heard Leslie detailing how they should keep constant pressure when slowly ascending up her slick legs. Her body tensed as she felt them pass her knees, and move higher up her thighs. Nothing Beth might do would surprise her at this point, but having this strange man, with his wife fully aware of his actions, getting ever closer to sliding beneath her towel was unexpected. No matter how perverted this vacation had been, Pam was not going to be the center of some sort of group sex gang bang. Just when she thought Beth and Mike were going to cross the line and elicit her objection, they reversed course and moved back down toward her calves. 

Still, her moral intentions notwithstanding, feeling four sets of hands on her was doing nothing to lessen Pam's percolating libido. She'd only barely suppressed her guilt for the lunch time interlude with Beth. Even worse, the roller coaster of arousal and remorse from the numerous encounters with Ron was becoming exhausting. It seemed that no matter how resolute Pam's prior pledges to taking the high road had been, she'd obviously crossed over to 'inadvertently' teasing the poor boy. And even in cases such as this, when she'd truly intended to avoid the slippery sexual slope on the horizon, as so many times before, she found herself in a battle with her own body over yet another titillating situation. 

Ron was in heaven as Leslie placed her hands over his own, and encouraged him to roam more freely over Pam's lower back. "You see Ron, the lower spine, right here, is key. Tightness here can impact the nerves running across a person's gluts and down their legs." As she spoke, their hands nudged the towel back further over her well defined ass before returning to grip her svelte waist once again. Ron's eyes locked on the curve of Pam's buns and the resulting cleavage escaping from beneath the towel and his cock lurched at the vision of Beth and Mike as they concentrated on caressing her tanned and toned thighs.

Keenly aware of the way Leslie was guiding Ron's hands over her friend even before she felt her body grow more tense, Beth tugged Pam's leg over closer to the edge of the table. As she and Mike moved in unison back up her legs, she gently folded the bottom edge of the towel up so that it barely covered the junction of Pam's round cheeks and well defined thighs. Mike followed Beth's lead, and they each lingered just an inch or so from the noticeable heat emanating from just beneath the towel. Her muscular legs felt incredible, and as much as Mike wanted to take advantage of her nearly exposed pussy, he knew he'd have more time alone with her shortly.

Pam's body was on fire. Her mind was in turmoil. Feeling two sets of hands on her thighs, so close to her needy pussy was pushing her ever closer to submitting to the burgeoning hedonistic desires slowly consuming her. Yet, as she felt Leslie direct Ron's hands once again to the ever-receding edge of the towel, a fresh jolt of excitement pushed her to the intersection of pure debauchery and righteous morality. As her conscience struggled with doing what she knew to be right, the decision was made for her.

Leslie removed her hands, as did the rest when their attention was diverted to the stunning dark haired girl that had just entered the room, "Nancy, finally. Now that you're here we can break out and let everyone put what they've learned to use."

Leslie made the introductions, then said, "Pam, why don't you just stay put so Mike can continue with your massage, Nancy, you take Beth to Room #2 and take care of her. Lil and Ron, come with me and I'll get you set up just down the hall."

()()()

Beth, having been willing to take a backseat so far during this little escapade, was more than pleased with her masseuse. Something about the girl seemed familiar, but she'd worry about that later. As they entered their room, Nancy authoritatively directed Beth to drop her towel and crawl up on the table completely nude. Beth liked the way this one took charge, and gladly stripped down to let her admire her fit bod. 

Nancy didn't think she'd been recognized by anyone in the group. She presented much differently with her long black hair cascading over her shoulders and dressed in the resort provided khaki shorts and polo shirt, than she did as Hilda, the leather clad dominatrix with her hair slicked back in a tight bun. She certainly remembered Ron, and his drunken revelation that he'd fucked his mom in the shower, so when Leslie asked her to help out with this perverted massage class for some hot woman and the big dicked kid with her, she'd quickly connected the dots and jumped at the chance. Now alone with the mom, she fully intended to have some fun and learn more about this twisted little family.

()()()

As soon as the door shut, leaving Mike and Pam alone, he spoke, "Ah, this is somewhat awkward, right? But I'll start over at your shoulders, and you just let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable." 

Pam agreed. Mike drizzled more oil over her exposed skin and began the pleasurable task of teasing and seducing her as best he could, just as Beth had directed. Given the erotic events of the past 5 minutes, and the way Pam had been noticeably responding to the numerous hands roaming over her body, Mike felt he had a good chance of meeting his goal. 

He tried not to think about Lil and Ron, for he was equal parts aroused and jealous with the thought of his otherwise conservative wife being alone and naked with the big cocked teenager. Last night had led them both to a point neither had ever dreamt possible. He had to admit he'd surprisingly been turned on like never before, but this time, he wouldn't be there to control how far he wanted her to go. Mental images of Ron sinking his fat prick deep within Lil's tight pussy were interrupted when Pam let out a tiny moan as his hands moved closer to her ass. He refocused his attention to the task at hand, which might make the trade off with whatever happened to Lil a little more acceptable. 

()()()

Thirty minutes later, Beth emerged from her massage room, once again wrapped in a towel. Her legs were shaky as Nancy had wasted little time in transitioning from a proper massage, to a full on sexual assault. Beth had promised she'd come back for more, but for now, she had to check in on Lil and Mike, to make sure things were going as planned. She peeked into the first room to see Mike still slowly tormenting her friend. Pam was now completely nude and writhing beneath his hands, but he was being a good boy, just as he'd promised, and wasn't taking things too far. 

Unbeknownst to Beth, Mike and Pam had heard her at the door, and ceased what was quickly evolving into some rather stimulating foreplay. As soon as she'd left, Mike's hands resumed their activity between Pam's legs, and after only a few more minutes, he convinced her to join him in the men's locker room. She protested briefly, but within five minutes they were in their towels and slipping down the hall to a more private location.

()()()

Beth left room #1 and scurried down to where Lil was with Ron, still under Leslie's direction. Taking the time to check on this trio proved to be wise, as things appeared to be spiraling toward a full blown threesome. She made her presence known, and directed that Ron should go to his locker room and get cleaned up. She stayed behind with the two women, taking a little perverted pleasure in forcing Lil to sit there nude and describe in detail everything they'd done to him. 

After 10 minutes or so, she decided against forcing Lil into any other debauchery, and excused herself to go resume her fun with Nancy. As she was walking out the door, almost as an afterthought, she said, "Ah, Lil, last I saw your husband was delivering quite the massage to Pam back in room #1. You might want to go check on them, you know, just to make sure they are behaving."

Hearing Lil tell of the very naughty massage she and Leslie had inflicted upon Ron, she was eager to get back to the raven haired stunner that had so captivated her. Having Lil bust in on Mike and Pam might be a fun little show, but getting back to Nancy's talented tongue and fingers promised to be much more rewarding, so Beth made a beeline back to the young girl.

()()()

As soon as Beth had once again interrupted his fun, Ron had dashed across the hall to the same changing room he and Mr. Johnson had used earlier. He did his best to contain the gooey Nuru massage oil with the resort towel as it stubbornly oozed across most of his body, yet even so, his erection was hardly concealed, the misshapen towel jutting out before him as if a divining rod steering him to the release he would have to seek in the shower, alone.

His frustration level was worse than ever before. Leslie had spent the entire time with he and Lil, maneuvering Lil to assist her is sliding their equally oily, nude figures in the most erotic ways possible across his tormented body. But as so many times before, Beth had eventually managed to join them to break up their "massage" so that he was left with a raging hard on, unsatisfied and desperate for more. 

Now safely in the tiny changing room, Ron dropped the towel and stepped into the lone shower stall. He fully intended to jack off, and since the curtain was clear plastic, only hoped that Mike wouldn't show up in the next five minutes. Just as he reached for the faucet, the outer door did indeed open. Disappointed, Ron started to reach for his towel, accepting the fact that he'd have to hide his erection until it subsided, or Mr. Johnson left. 

But suddenly everything changed, as he heard a female voice, "Mike, you are so bad...I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

Ron's jaw dropped as he undoubtedly recognized Pam speaking to Mr. Johnson. He knew they were just a second or two from rounding the corner and seeing him. As much as he wanted Pam to see his hard cock, standing here dripping in oil with a towering erection might lead to questions he couldn't easily answer to his girlfriend's mother, or even to the husband, perverted though he may be, of the women with which he'd just shared a massage. 

The only hiding place was one of the oversized wooden lockers standing directly opposite the shower stall, and he swiftly stepped over the bench and into the locker. It could almost be classified as a small, very small, closet, but was obviously designed to function as an upscale club locker. His movement was limited by several items at his feet; two dumbbells, a medium sized medicine ball, and a jump rope. He positioned his feet as best he could and quietly shut the door, which was vented across the top, allowing him to peer out and see most of the room. 

He held his breath and watched as Mike and Pam came through the second door. They were both wrapped in towels, their bodies glistening from their own massage, although they'd obviously not been doused with the Nuru oil still clinging to him from head to toe. 

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this...but, well, you've caught me in a very susceptible mood, as today has been quite the day!" Pam stated, alluding to all the teasing and temptations she'd been a part of since first being tricked into parading before Ron in the semi-transparent night gown.

"Well..." Mike said, the desire evident in his voice, "I'm more than happy to have you succumb to what I have planned for you, no matter what drove you to it." His mind wandered briefly to Ron as the source of her arousal, and the fact that his wife was still in a private 'massage' class with the big dicked teenager, and had been for the past half hour, but quickly forced those images from his mind in deference to the smokin' hot milf that was basically offering her body up to him. Given Lil's interaction with Ron the previous evening, and what was likely happening now, Mike felt very little guilt for deciding not to let this opportunity slip away, and he leaned in and began kissing Pam's neck as he deftly tugged her towel free and let it drop to the floor. 

Ron stared on in disbelief. He'd never imagined Amy's mom would do something like this, with a man she'd just met, and a married man at that. Of course, he'd have bet one million dollars that she would never have allowed Beth to go down on her either, so maybe he shouldn't be so surprised by what was playing out less than five feet from his hiding spot. 

It seemed that he would be relegated once again to being an uninvolved voyeur, as he looked on with mixed emotions. Pam had been the object of his youthful lust for months now, and given everything that had transpired on this trip, he could barely even be near her anymore without sprouting a boner. To see her willingly offering her perfect body to this man, as he stroked her tanned skin and traced her luscious curves, preparing to do God knows what to her, seemed to Ron to be completely unfair and the cruelest of ironies. 

His increasingly perverted mind toyed briefly with the idea of stepping from the locker and joining in on the fun. He doubted Mike would really object, given the way he'd practically forced his own wife to blow him the night before. Plus, after hearing Pam's fantasy about him back in the room, maybe she'd go along, but the chance that Pam would flip out, tell Amy and worse yet, his parents, was still too much of a risk to take. Or maybe he could just make his presence known to make them stop, but again, he couldn't be sure how that might play out, so he opted for what seemed to be the safest decision of silently peeping through the vented door while he settled once again for self-satisfaction with his own hand.

Pam had decided back in the massage room, as Mike worked his strong hands over her body, in a progressively inappropriate fashion, that it was growing increasingly necessary for her to seek release from this all-consuming arousal threatening to rule her every decision. She had almost achieved relief with Beth, but no matter how incredibly enjoyable that had been, with time and hindsight she had gained some perspective and knew it was just too risky on many different levels to let that happen again. It was a risk to their friendship, and if Ron had come in and caught them, a risk to her reputation, and subsequently a risk that Amy might ultimately find out as well. 

Still, her body felt as if it was poised to spontaneously combust from the arousing heat surging through her. If she didn't take advantage of this opportunity with Mike, the tempting situations her devious friend kept orchestrating with Ron might prove too much to withstand. For her sanity and the sake of her relationship with her own daughter, Pam needed to be fucked by a real penis, specifically one that didn't belong to Ron. So with little internal resistance, she'd grabbed Mike's hand and led him to this little changing room for her much needed release.

Now completely nude, she allowed him to position her until she was reclined, her legs with no choice but to straddle the long wooden bench, her glistening pussy open and available to the handsome, yet virtual stranger. Mike wasted little time, and his lips quickly descended to her simmering vagina. Even though the rules Beth had set out for them were very clear that he was not to have intercourse with Pam. He'd long ago rationalized that Beth was not going to do them any harm, and was only hanging the video over their head to manipulate them into her demented sex games. So now, with Pam laid out before him, he fully intended to fuck her, but wanted to go down on her until there would be little doubt that she'd be ready for his dick. Her bald pussy was gorgeous, extremely wet and noticeably hot to his touch. 

Ron stared on as Mike devoured the object of his desire. Pam was squirming and moaning as he mercilessly sucked and tongued her swollen clit. Her oil-glistened body looked phenomenal, so lean and defined as she stretched back, extending her toned arms above her head to grasp the wooden bench, and surrendered to this man's apparently talented lips. 

Pam could feel her previously elusive orgasm steadily building, and reached down to more tightly pull Mike's face into her sex. As her hips began to buck in rhythm with his actions, he suddenly pulled free. He pulled her up to her feet before she could even protest, and for the first time she noticed his towel had fallen free so that he was naked as well. Pam's eyes darted down to his cock, and was pleased to see it standing fully erect. She couldn't help but compare it to Ron's and was not surprised at the lesser size, but still, Mike was by no means small, and she was fully prepared to let him take her.

Mike had been admiring this milf's ass since she first climbed onto the massage table, and gave her no choice as he turned her to lean against the locker and spread her legs until he could position himself with access to her now dripping cunt. He couldn't resist teasing them both a bit, and slid his erection between her legs and along the length of her slick lips. 

Ron nearly gave himself away, slightly knocking the dumbbells into each other with his feet as he reflexively tried to shift away from the locker door when Pam's face was thrust to within inches of his own. Mike had assertively maneuvered her athletic, yet petite frame, until she was pressed against the door, with her upturned gaze seemingly locked onto the vents through which he'd been peering. As Mike sawed his hard shaft back and forth along her slick lips and swollen clit, teasing her by only allowing his engorged head to briefly press against her tight opening before slipping once again away, Pam's response made it clear she held no suspicion of his presence on the other side of the locker door. 

"Oh God!" she panted, "You're being cruel. Do it already!"

Mike found himself enjoying her obvious need, no matter if it was Ron that had ignited her passion, and continued with his teasing actions as he responded, "Do what?" 

Pam couldn't believe he was going to make her beg for it, but it that's what he wanted, she was certainly past the point of her pride preventing it, "Fuck me! God, I need it. Please, just stick it in and fuck me!"

Ron had moved back close to the vent, staring down at the erotic scene unfolding within arm's reach. Once again, Pam was surprising him with her actions and words. He couldn't believe she was going to get fucked right in front of him. At least he was able to watch, and as his cock throbbed, still coated with the thick lotion, he clutched it to join in, even if it was as a hidden voyeur.

Mike was having fun with the tease, but wasn't an idiot. He needed to fuck this hot mom while she, with no uncertainty, wanted him to. He grabbed his shaft and pulled back until his head was once again poised at her tight pussy, ready to impale her. He began to press forward as slowly as he could, clutching her taut hips and gazing upon her perfect ass. His head slid past her tightness and as the next few inches of his shaft gradually followed, he quickly realized that the vice-like grip with which her exquisite cunt clutched at his cock would make this a much quicker event that he'd wish. Deciding to give her the best he could, even if it was destined to be quick, Mike grasped her hips and prepared to slam the rest of his length as hard and deep as possible. 

Pam sensed what he was about to do, and braced herself for the merciless fucking she hoped he would deliver, when there was a quick knock on the outer door, then almost simultaneously the sound of his wife's voice, "Mike!...Are you in there? Is anyone here?"

Pam and Mike both jumped at the sound of Lil's voice. "Ah...you've got to hide!" Mike urgently whispered as he stepped away, extracting his throbbing cock from the best body he'd likely ever be this close to fucking again. "Quick, in there."




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 17



He grabbed Pam's arm and firmly pushed her to the side and opened the locker door. Luckily for Ron, Mike was standing behind the opened door and couldn't see inside. Pam was equally distracted between trying to keep her balance as Mike man-handled her, and glancing to the door, ready to be caught naked with another woman's husband at any second. 

Only when she was shoved inside, and the door quickly shut by Mike was Pam aware another person was already hiding there. Her impulse to scream out in shock and embarrassment was fortunately silenced as she comprehended it was Ron with her, just as Lil entered the changing room just outside the locker. 

Ron had tried to scoot back when Mike had opened the door, but he could only move so far. Plus, the clutter at his feet complicated his ability to react quickly. So, when Pam was thrust into the cramp space, she also struggled for solid footing, and significant contact between their nude bodies was unavoidable. She had been left with no choice but to straddle the items cluttering the floor of the locker, spreading her legs and effectively making her shorter that her already petite 5'3". When Mike pushed the door shut, Pam was compelled to mold herself against Amy's boyfriend. 

Ron, in spite of the intoxicating predicament in which he found himself, was nervously apprehensive as to Pam's reaction. No matter that she'd been begging to be fucked only seconds earlier, she hadn't been begging him. His mind flashed once again to her erotic fantasy of him essentially raping her, but Beth had him convinced that things would turn very ugly for him if he pursued something sexual with his girlfriend's mom. Still, here she was, naked and smashed against him, but the risk was just too much. His uneasiness, however, didn't diminish his erection in the least, but he did his best to remain as motionless as possible. Motionless that is, with the exception of his pulsing cock. Trapped between them it twitched and throbbed as if with a mind of its own, and given the significant difference in their height, his substantial and swollen head incessantly poked and prodded at the underside of Pam's breasts, until it was somewhat encased just within the compressed cleavage created by their unavoidable contact. 

Pam was as shocked to be in this implausible dilemma as was Ron. Mike and his wife just beyond the door, necessitated they remain silent, which was probably best, as she at that moment, had no idea what to say. She could feel Ron's seemingly ever-present erection sliding against her bottom of her breasts, and eventually she felt the bulbous crown slid tentatively into the valley of her nearly flattened boobs. Luckily, the interior of the locker was quite dark, with the only light streaming through the slats in the door, illuminating Ron's face and shoulders, but further down complete darkness quickly engulfed the rest of them. She was grateful not to have a visual of their intertwined nudity. Other than his overactive penis, Ron to this point had remained completely motionless, so she decided to just stay still as well and wait for a chance to extract herself from this quandary before Lil discovered her presence. Only if he got out of hand would she risk confronting him about his behavior 

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"So...ah, well, I'm glad to see you in here by yourself." Lil said as she did a quick inspection of the room. "Beth told me that you and Pam seemed to really be enjoying your massage, and when you weren't in the other room, well, I just thought..."

Mike tried his best to remain calm, ease his wife's concerns, and at the same time use his towel to conceal the remnants of his still substantial erection. "No, I mean we walked out of the room at the same time, but I just came in here to get a shower." He paused, envisioning the oil covered milf huddled naked in the locker, listening to their every word, when a devious thought entered his brain, one that should help them demonstrate to Beth that they did their best to further torment Pam, as she had requested, even if it was not as she had originally planned. 

"Maybe you should tell me all about your private massage with Ron? I can only imagine how you came to be covered in that thick gel from head to toe." Mike said as he began to tug Lil's towel loose just has he had Pam's a few moments earlier.

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Pam, still mortified at being molded against her daughter's naked boyfriend, continued to do her best to ignore the reality of the situation. She kept motionless and strained to hear the conversation between the married couple, but given her diminutive stature and the height of the vents across the top of the door, could only make out a word here and there. 

She did manage to hear Mike mention Ron's name, and that Lil was coated in a gel. As Pam strained to hear more, she for the first time noticed that Ron was also coated in a slick gel, far more viscous that the massage oil still covering her own body. As a result of their forced interaction, her skin was growing increasingly slippery as well. The unmistakable throbbing of Ron's super slick erection led it to continually slide against the underside of her boobs. Suddenly, it was as if the fear of being caught by Lil, which had largely consumed her thoughts to this point, was overcome by her body's reaction to Ron's oil covered penis against her nude form. God, she'd been poised to let a virtual stranger fuck her senseless, her body ready to explode, and now out of nowhere, she found herself forced into this perverted position with the ever present penis that had become the sole object of her increasingly demented fantasies. The gorgeous slab of manhood that belonged to her daughter's boyfriend.

Further, it suddenly dawned on Pam that Ron had been in here the entire time she'd been with Mike, likely hearing her begging to be fucked. She could feel her face redden of embarrassment, and was grateful for the muted light that at least limited the further humiliation of being fully visible to the naked teenager. She wanted to say something to him, something to let him know that no matter how aroused they both might be, this situation was not ok. Of course, they couldn't risk talking, so Pam put her mind to trying to lessen the stimulation factor. She really needed to get his cock away from the valley of her cleavage. The fact that her nipples were incessantly drilling into his slippery yet firm abs was bad enough, but feeling his lovely penis sliding and probing against her breasts had to be as tortuous for him as it was for her.

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Lil had hoped Mike wouldn't be upset with the fact that as soon as their massage lessons had ended, the Bahamian instructor had paired her with Ron and whisked them away to a separate massage room. Actually, given the way he'd responded to the chance encounter with Ron the previous night, her husband's perverted interest in what she'd just experienced wasn't really surprising at all. Strangely, Lil was more concerned with her own lack of remorse at her recent behavior, but she managed to dismiss most of her guilt for not feeling guilty to the video-enabled blackmail perpetrated upon them by Beth. And honestly, after what had just transpired, she realized she was just too horny to let her mind work through all this now. Her husband's offer was just what she needed, and she readily helped him remove her towel.

Mike guided his wife into the same position on the bench Pam had occupied only moments earlier. He noted how her puffy nipples jutted out at least ¾ inch, so thick and blood engorged they almost looked painful, and certainly appeared to be calling out to be kissed, licked and sucked. He leaned in close and after eliciting a moan from his sexy wife with just one little kiss on her left breast, said, "Tell me babe, tell me what you did with the kid's big dick." 

"Oh my, Mike, your lips feel so good, please don't stop."

He did just that, teasing her further, saying, "I'll kiss you all over, I promise, as long as you're talking, telling me what just happened. If you quit talking, I quit too."

"Ok, ok, I hope you won't be mad at me, I mean, you know I didn't really have much choice," Lil began, "and, mmm, well, that black girl, Leslie, took me and Ron into the other massage room, only there was no table..." she paused to moan out her encouragement as her husband worked his lips down to tease her oil coated crotch. "there was only a big air mattress, and a big bowl of the clear gel..."

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Pam strained to catch what Lil was saying, but continued to have a difficult time hearing given her positioning away from the door vents, plus no matter how motionless both she and Ron remained, her body was steadily reacting to the preposterous scenario in which they'd been thrust. Having already been teased and tempted all day, then to be so close to having Mike offer her the sexual release so desperately needed, Pam's body was once again humming with desire and the heat simmering between her legs was almost unbearable. She knew to stay in this position was dangerous. She tried to narrow her stance, and distance his pulsing penis from her breasts, but the items at their feet prevented her from moving. She kept bumping into what felt to be a leather ball, and given its weighty resistance to her attempts to roll it out of position, she guessed it to be a medicine exercise ball. 

Suddenly it dawned on her what she needed to do to free her breasts from Ron's probing erection, while at the same time increase her ability to comprehend what was being said on the other side of the door. Without additional thought as to the consequences of what she was doing, Pam grasped Ron's shoulders with her previously idle hands, and stepped up onto the ball with both feet. This resulted in her entire abdomen firmly gliding up the length of Ron's shaft and swollen, sensitive cockhead, even as her ass slid against the smooth wood of the locker door. By the time she was fully perched on the exercise ball, her face was actually poised a little above Ron's, and her breasts, while safely away from his pulsing member, were resting just below his chin. Even worse, his balls and thick shaft were now lodged firmly against her own sex, the unforgiving tightness of their confines causing her engorged lips to wrap partially around his girth, as if trying to engulf it entirely, while at the same time providing non-stop stimulation to her swollen clit.

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Ron stood as if frozen, utterly flabbergasted by this most recent turn of events. He initially thought Pam was actually attempting to maneuver up his body in an attempt to mount his colossal hard-on, but now she'd stopped moving once again. Her breath was washing down across his face, and her boobs were pressed into his collarbone. With her hands still on his shoulders, their position would easily enable them to kiss, if she'd just lean her face downward in the slightest. He was too scared to take any action, knowing their current predicament, no matter how sexually charged, was 100% unintended. Beth had certainly made it clear that Pam did not intend to act on her obsession with his oversized dick, and even with their oil coated crotches continuously sliding to and fro as she struggled with her footing on the leather ball, Ron was not going to make a move on Amy's mom.

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"So Leslie wasted little time, and seemed to know I'd do whatever she asked of me." Lil continued, her breathing growing more ragged as Mike began to lick and nibble on her vagina with more urgency. "she made Ron remove his towel and lay on the mattress, then told me to drizzle the thick oil up and down his body...oh Mike, your tongue...mmm." Lil paused her tale as her husband's efforts on top of the recent interaction with Ron had her quickly approaching an orgasm. 

As he'd promised, Mike pulled free of his writhing, oil covered wife, "Come on baby, tell me and I'll keep going, tell me everything!" 

Lil grabbed Mike by the hair and guided him back to his task as she continued, "ok, so after I'd poured most of the bowl on him, Leslie started to undress and at the same time told me to lose my own towel. She said she was going to show us the oriental massage called Nuru. It required everyone to be nude...oh god! Mike I am going to cum...please don't stop."

He only paused for a second or two before she tried to continue her tale, even as his lips worked to draw the needed orgasm from her. "Ahhh, so Leslie tells me to watch as she crawls down...mmm, down next to Ron. Oh Mike, his penis was so big and hard...oh, Oh my...keep doing that...can't you imagine the kid just laying there with his enormous manhood glistening with the massage lotion, staring at two naked women, about to do God knows what to him...mmm...Oh god, you're about to make me cum..." Lil gasped in frustration when Mike pulled away. He stood and held out his hand. "Let's trade places, you still look to be coated in enough of that Nuru stuff to give me a firsthand demonstration of what happened next."

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Pam had been assessing her options when Lil began describing her massage with Ron. She could hear much better now, with her head level with the vents. Even though she was doing her best to remain steady by grasping Ron's shoulders, the continuing grinding of their crotches was unavoidable. Her arousal was increasing by the second, and hearing Lil so graphically describe her interlude with Ron wasn't helping. Pam knew she had to do something quickly to avoid crossing a line. No matter that she and Ron were trapped here, naked, her ability to retain some plausible deniability as to any active sexual response would be greatly enhanced if she didn't actually moan her way through an orgasm resulting from their forced stimulation. 

As she heard Lil and Mike begin to move about, Pam knew this was her best chance to speak to Ron. Looking for the first time into his eyes, she whispered, "Ron, this is so wrong...we'll talk about this later, but for now, we can't stay in this position. I am going to try and turn to face the door so I can see when we can best escape. I want you to put your hands on my waist to help steady me on this ball, but do not move them anywhere else...understand!" 

Without waiting for him to respond, Pam began to twist her tiny body, her feet shuffling on the ball as best she could without falling off. Her breasts raked against Ron's upper chest and neck, and her pussy ground across his cock, practically tugging it downward as her lips steadily slid further along its length, until his fat head smashed her pulsing clit before she could escape the pressure. Eventually she'd managed to rotate her slick body 180 degrees while managing to stifle any audible response to the pleasurable maneuver. When she stopped moving, it was apparent to her that while better than before, this position was still fraught with its own temptations. Ron's slick cock was now wedged vertically between the firm bubbly globes of her ass cheeks. His hands remained on her waist, which was okay as it helped her to stay balanced on the ball. Still, she was unable to remain motionless, and as she peered easily through the air vents, her precarious perch on the ball led Pam to unintentionally grind her ass around Ron's steel-like shaft. 

Pam knew her best course of action was to ignore this inadvertent contact, and focus on the conversation taking place just beyond their hiding place in hopes of finding a chance for a quick escape from this tortuously tempting situation. 

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Mike was reclined on the bench, his erection straining at an upward angle as his wife's shimmering oil coated body hovered above him. "So, what did you and Leslie do next?"

Lil could not believe she was in this situation, reenacting for her perverted husband a near adulterous transgression with a teenage boy. But, she couldn't deny her own arousal, and decided to play along with what Mike wanted. "The first thing she had us do was just slide our own bodies up and down his legs, we didn't make any contact with his, his, you know."

As Lil slide her torso up Mike's thigh, his penis was twitching before her face, just as Ron's had, even if it didn't compare in size. She could see the precum oozing from the tip, evidencing his own excitement. She didn't figure he'd last long, which was good, as they needed to get back to their kids soon. 

As Lil hovered over her husband, now dragging her sensitive breasts across his torso, she said, "Leslie and Ron both seemed rather obsessed with my most unique features." She paused, raising her body to a point that Mike could easily confirm the obvious reference to her puffy areola and freakishly erect nipples as they continued to testify to her escalating arousal. 

Lil recalled how her husband had responded to her own verbal teasing the night before, during their encounter with Ron, and decided to play once again to his perversions, saying, "And, well, I hope you won't be mad at me, but, ah, sliding my slick body all over Ron was driving me crazy, especially when I would see his thick penis jerk and twitch, even without being touched. It was so big honey, and did you see how hard he was the whole time we all massaged Pam, the poor boy looked like he was ready to explode."

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Ron stared over Pam's shoulder, through the vents and listened to Lil describe their recent encounter. This whole situation was so surreal for him, as he stood there naked and motionless, pressed against his girlfriend's mother's equally nude and undeniably perfect body, listening to another woman lustfully retell how she'd help to torment him as part of some twisted massage session. And what was worst, or would it be best, of all, was that her naturally bubbly butt was so tight, high and toned due to her superb conditioning, that the unavoidable molding of their bodies led to her cheeks being pressed so firmly to his pelvis and flat abs that most of his thick prick was essentially gripped within the cleavage of her ass. Only the tip of his swollen, throbbing head managed to escape to the vacant space at the small of her back. To further torment him, even as he maintained his grip on Pam's waist, her footing continued to wobble on the medicine ball, causing her ass to slip side-to-side, and even to some degree, up and back down his shaft as she fought to keep her balance.

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Pam, much like Ron, stared on in a state of disbelief as she listened to this stranger describe in detail how she'd seduced Amy's naïve, big-cocked boyfriend. Further, it appeared Lil was going to reenact it by unknowingly performing a live sex show for the hidden voyeurs. Pam was doing her best to remain still and unresponsive to the fact that Ron's penis was now wedged between her cheeks. Her mind flashed back to the night before Amy left, and the way her own daughter had manipulated Ron to rub his dick over her body, until it had actually become trapped in her bra enhanced cleavage, but at least she'd been able to play along by pretending to be passed out. Now, there was no denying this was happening. The best she could do would be to keep her temptations at bay, and make it through until they could safely escape without crossing the line with Amy's boyfriend, no matter how absurd that might sound, given this unbelievable predicament into which they'd been thrust. 

Still, the reality was that she was unable to maintain solid position on the ball, no matter how she tried. The result was a near continual undulation of Ron's cock between her cheeks. On top of the recent day's temptations, whether serendipitous or orchestrated by Beth, this forced and perpetual interaction with Ron, or rather Ron's lust inducing cock, accompanied by the activity taking place just outside the locker, was quickly establishing a battlefield between Pam's sex deprived body and her morality anchored conscience. 




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 17



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Lil was by now making full body contact with Mike, but had yet to specifically initiate direct contact with his cock. The occasional pressure from her thigh or torso was good, but he longed for more, just as he was sure Ron had as well. "So, what happened next, what was Leslie doing?"

"Ok, I'll tell you the rest, but you have to promise not to get mad, ok?" Lil replied, and upon seeing Mike nod his agreement, continued, "Leslie had mostly been having me massage Ron by 'innocently' sliding my body up and down his own slick skin, but then she showed me the next Nuru move. She straddled him, and pressed his penis down flat against his stomach. Then she sat on his, well, you know, his pole so that it was trapped between her and his body. We were all completely coated in this thick gel, so it was so easy for her to slide up and down his length. Seeing her get so turned on by basically masturbating against him was super exciting."

"Oh wow, that is so hot!" Mike chimed in, "But what were you doing?"

"Well, I was sort of transfixed, but then Leslie told Ron to close his eyes so I could massage his face. He did, but I wasn't sure what to do at first. Then Leslie motioned for me...oh honey, are you sure you want to hear this?"

As Lil had been speaking, she'd steadily moved around until she could sit on Mike's stomach, just as she'd described having done to Ron. As she wriggled her pussy against him, occasionally sliding over his pulsing head , he moaned out his answer, "God yes, baby, even if you tell me you fucked the kid, it will be ok, just tell me what happened!"

"Oh my Mike, you really are so dirty, aren't you. Just hold tight, ok, and I'll tell you everything. First, I did what she wanted, I leaned over and pressed my super hard titties into his face. He started at once to kiss, nibble and suck on them. Mmm, just thinking about it is so hot. But then, all of a sudden Leslie tugged my hips around, so that I was sitting on his stomach. I kept leaning over so he could suck on my nipples, and I could feel Leslie grinding over his penis." 

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Ron was reliving every word being truthfully told by Lil. He was so engrossed with her words, he didn't realize he'd tightened his grip on Pam's waist and was ever so slightly swaying her hips more than necessary, deliciously increasing their mutual stimulation. He watched intently as Lil slid further back until her pussy, just as she'd described Leslie doing to him, firmly trapped Mike's shaft against his stomach, and she began to convey what had next happened during their massage.

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Pam remained transfixed with the activity in the locker room, while at the same time trying her best not to respond to Ron. It was obvious to her he had begun to gently use his hands to further grind himself between her cheeks. Given that she was unintentionally generating a significant degree of friction as she fidgeting around, trying to maintain her balance, it seemed pointless to risk being found in such a compromising position while endeavoring to chastise Ron for his similar, albeit purposeful, actions. Truthfully, she was surprised he'd been able to restrain himself this long, given not only the current situation, but the preposterous amount of teasing he'd endured since they left Nashville. 

Feeling his rock hard penis slipping about between her ass cheeks was certainly having an impact on her. In a moment of weakness, Pam decided to have just a scant bit of fun with the poor boy, and she flexed her gluts around his cock. She knew the years of working out had left her with plenty of muscle control, and as soon as she gripped him within her buns she heard and felt his sharp exhale of breath. She kept herself flexed so that the next few seconds of slipping and maneuvering on the ball only heightened his tortured arousal. 

Pam's own hands had remained pressed against the door in an effort to keep her body motionless. Now, however, with her arousal steadily growing, she decided to slip her right hand between the locker and her stomach, until her fingers rested atop her swollen clitoris. She knew it was wrong, but her body's frustration had to be addressed. As Pam stood there, with Ron's erection slowly but steadily grinding between her cheeks, she deftly strummed her fingers over her engorged vagina. While maintaining her relative immobility, she observed Lil continue to perform for her unseen audience.

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"Mmm, this is making me crazy...so, ah, then Leslie tugs me back further, until I am sitting on Ron just like I am you right now. He was so thick, I mean if felt like my entire, you know, well, like all of me was wrapped around him. And then Lelise started to push and pull me, up and down his length. Everything, you know, was grinding against him, and it was really pushing me to the edge." Lil spoke in urgent, gasping syllables as her body responded to both the recollection of Ron's impressive manhood and the physical stimulation of grinding against her husband.

"Uh, oh god...well, did you? Did you have sex with him?" Mike managed to ask, even as he worked hard to delay his own orgasm.

"Oh baby...what do you want me to say...do you hope that I did, do you want to hear that I took his big, thick, gel coated cock and slid my tight little married pussy all the way down his entire length?" Lil could barely believe the words that were now pouring from her, but after last night, she know this kind of talk would drive Mike wild with lust. As she waited for him to reply, she maneuvered up just enough to apply a steady rocking pressure directly across the most sensitive part of his penis. 

"Oh god Lil, you did, didn't you...it was too much temptation, I get it. Did he fuck you really good with that big cock?" Mike grunted, surprising himself as the graphic image of his church-going wife skewering herself over and over again on the teenager's huge prick invaded his brain. 

Lil kept moving, having pushed Mike past the point of no return, and rapidly approaching her own release, "Ahhh, Mike, can't you just imagine what I looked like with such a big penis slowly sinking all the way inside...it would just about split my little body in half, don't you think? Can't you just picture me cumming like crazy as soon as it slid in?" 

Hearing Lil talk about impaling herself on the teenager's cock was more than he could stand, and Mike erupted, his semen spraying across his stomach and chest. As he continued to spasm, Lil kept writhing about, her pussy stroking up and down his shaft in search of her own orgasm. 

At that moment, there was a banging on the door, followed by Leslie's voice, "Mike, are you still in there? Your kids are out by the spa registration desk. They say they've been looking for you."

Mike and Lil were immediately up and scurrying for towels, half expecting Leslie to round the corner as he answered, "Uh, ok. Tell them I'll be right out, will you?"

Mike began to quickly clean the jizz off his body, and looked to Lil, saying, "I'll go take the kids to the buffet. You wash off all that gel and come meet us there. And, honey, I'm not mad, you know, about what you did with Ron. I, well, I just..."

Lil silenced him with a lingering kiss, then said, "Mike, baby. I didn't have sex, well, you know, intercourse with Ron. I was doing the same thing with him as I just was with you but before either of us, you know, finished, or did anything more, Beth burst in and basically put a stop to it. That's when she told me I should go find you and Pam to make sure you two...well you know the rest."

"Really, well, ah, good. I mean, I guess I would have understood, you know, if things had spiraled out of control, but I have to admit, I am relieved. Now why don't you take a shower and I'll get dressed and grab the kids."

Lil gave Mike another deep kiss, grabbing his hand and pulling it between her legs to feel her dripping heat. "I can't wait to get you alone again." She purred into his lips, and then, just before turning to enter the shower, she decided to play to his recent perversions, explicitly stating what she thought would turn him on even more, "But, you know, about Ron...when we were together, I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him to fuck me so bad baby, with that huge cock of his. I was so close to giving in, but well, we'll talk about it more later. You hurry and go get the kids, I'll catch up soon." Then she stepped from his reach, behind the clear shower curtain and under the hot water in an attempt to wash away the Nuru lotion.

Mike gazed in shocked amazement at his astonishing wife. As much as he wanted to join her in the shower, he recognized that now was his best chance to get Pam from her hiding spot and safely out of the locker room. He glanced to the door, indicating with his finger to wait a second and he would let her out. 

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Observing the married couple, while at the same time hearing Lil express a similar lust for Ron's perfect cock, the same cock currently ensconced within her taut butt cheeks as she stealthily masturbated had Pam rapidly approaching her own orgasm. When she saw Mike motion to her, she reluctantly retracted her hand from its pleasurable task, and prepared for him to open the door at any second. She wanted to step out as quickly as possible, so that hopefully Ron could let them escape before following behind undetected. 

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Ron, like Pam, had watched and listened to Lil and Mike. His cock slipping within Pam's luscious ass was ultimately more frustrating than enjoyable, as the nerve laden tip wavered in the small vacuum created by the inward curve of her back above her pronounced ass. Still, to hear them discus so graphically his cock and Lil's desire for it sent an extra bolt of hardness to his twitching erection as it continued to slither between Pam's toned cheeks. 

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As soon as Lil had begun to lather shampoo into her slick hair, Mike quietly opened the locker door. He kept his back to the locker, intently watching his wife to make sure she didn't look over, and therefore failed to notice Ron's presence. He held out a towel for Pam with his other hand and within seconds, she'd wrapped her nude body, shut the door to the locker enough to conceal Ron, and along with Mike, slipped out without being discovered by Lil.

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Ron stood there for a few seconds, processing everything that had just happened. As his mind considered how awkward his next encounter with Pam would be, his eyes locked onto Lil. Her body, while not in the same stratosphere as Beth and Pam, was more than fuckable. He couldn't help but recall her final words to Mike, "... about Ron...when we were together, I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him to fuck me so bad baby, with that huge cock of his. I was so close to giving in ..." As he further envisioned the way Lil had teased him with her slick body and incredibly erect nipples, he stepped from the locker, his tumescent cock leading the way. 

Lil's eyes remained tightly shut while the shampoo and Nuru oil cascaded over her face. As her mind recalled the events of the past 24 hours, her body practically buzzed from the resulting sexual excitement that had previously been foreign to her lifestyle. The hot water peppered over her head and she unconsciously allowed her left hand to slip down between her legs, as if drawn there by the unsatisfied yearning Mike, and Ron, had ignited within her. Suddenly, she heard the shower curtain being pulled aside and felt the cool air wash across her wet skin. 

Ron crossed the small space between the locker and shower in two quick strides. He didn't really know what he was going to do. All he knew was that he had been teased mercilessly for the past hour or so. The naked woman now touching herself in the shower, with a fabulous ass and nipples like he'd never seen before in his young life, had inflicted a substantial amount of the teasing. She'd already given him a blowjob when she thought he was passed out, and had essentially confessed to her husband that their recent massage would have led to them fucking, if Beth hadn't interrupted. 

As he stepped past the open curtain, a still blinded Lil turned, saying, "Mike? I thought you might come back, but what about the ki..." Before she could finish her sentence, Ron had dropped to his knees and buried his face in her crotch. The water flowed down her stomach and all around his face as his tongue began to lap at her still engorged lips. She lifted one leg up over his shoulder to allow him easier access and moaned out her approval of his efforts. Ron pressed his face even more firmly into her drenched pussy, locked his mouth over her clit and sucked her gently past his lips as he rapidly tongued from her the orgasm she so badly needed.

Lil was doing her best to maintain her balance as her husband ate her with a passion she'd rarely seen from him. Just before she came, she managed to swipe away the last of the shampoo. Her vision was blurred from the water still running over her face, and she only managed to focus on the head between her legs just as the powerful orgasm consumed her. Her body still jerking from lingering 'aftershocks', she languidly watched as Ron stood and took a step back, and only then did the fact that it had not been her husband between her legs fully register. 

Even though she was shocked to find Ron had been the one to make her cum, given their earlier encounters, the fact that he'd performed cunnilingus on her wasn't all that shocking. As her adventurous, vacation alter ego directed her vision to his penis, her sensible, conservative, Southern Baptist virtue did its best to rise up in protest, and she said, "Ron, I didn't know that was, I mean I thought you were my husband. You shouldn't have done that." She tried to sound as stern as possible, even as her eyes darted repeatedly from his face to his now throbbing cock. 

She watched his eyes roam over her own body, and realized she'd been standing there, offering him an unobstructed view of all her womanly charms. Strangely, even though they'd shared such an intimate massage and he'd just made her cum with his tongue, the fact that she'd thought he'd been her husband changed things, and Lil felt compelled to at least appear to preserve her modesty. She immediately brought an arm across her achingly hard nipples, and her other hand dropped down to cup her still pulsing and tender vagina. The contact with her own body caused her to flinch ever so slightly, but still she continued to chastise the attractive boy in the shower with her. He remained motionless, with the exception of his hand as it commenced a deliberate stroking of his long, thick penis.

As he deliberately pumped his still Nuru slickened erection, Lil eventually looked up to Ron's face, and saw the animalistic lust in his gaze. Suddenly it dawned on her that he fully intended to ravage her, and she took a step back, into the corner of the shower stall. The only thing separating her from the teenager she'd help torment for the past ½ hour, and his enormous and angry looking penis, was the shower stream splattering on the tiles at their feet. 

"Ah, now Ron, I really think it'd be best if you turned and left, and ah," Lil paused ever so briefly as he took just one tiny step closer, "Ron. I mean it. I mean I know the massage earlier was stimulating for you, but, well, I was just doing as that girl instructed, and..."

"I was in the locker." Ron interrupted. "I heard you with Mike. I know you want this." He glanced down, directing Lil's eyes once again to his cock, and he took another small step toward her. Ron knew he wasn't going to rape this woman, no matter what had led them to this bizarre situation, but based on his limited, yet remarkably successful experiences, he thought he could tempt her until she'd succumb to her desire for his oversized prick. 

Lil pressed herself further into the corner, the cool tiles a noticeable contrast to her flushed skin, as she processed what Ron was telling her. "You were... where?...the locker? This entire time?...Oh my...well, what you heard wasn't, I mean even though I told Mike..."

"And I was awake... Last night." Ron cut her off, and waited for her to connect the dots. 

"What? Awake? What are you talking...ah...about. I, ah, I'm...not...sure..." 

Ron once again broke in, as Lil's denial obviously faded into the realization of what he had said, "That's right. I pretended to be passed out while you and Mike played your little game, you remember, he convinced you that you had no choice but to make me cum."

"But...well you see..." Lil grasped for words, but could find no defense. She watched as he stepped closer once again, the shower now pelting him as he stood no more than a foot from her nearly quivering body and puffy, distended nipples. 

"I know you watched me in the dressing room too, so I think we should quit playing this game...I mean just a little while ago you were grinding yourself, naked over my cock. It's time to stop the teasing..." Ron's voice trailed off as he gently gripped her wrists, then leaned over to tenderly kiss her left breast. He lingered there, water dripping from his hair as his lips and tongue worshipped the ultra-sensitive, puffy areola and abnormally distended nipple. 

Lil pulled free from his grip, then grasped his head, initially intending to push him away, but the day's temptations and her escalating arousal seemed to now be manifesting themselves in her left breast. This boy's lips felt fantastic, and as she watched him suckle her, she looked past his face to see what seemed to have all the women he interacted with so captivated. His cock looked even harder than during the massage, and she'd thought that impossible at the time. 

When Ron felt Lil clutch his head tighter to her chest, he knew she was ready. He pulled his lips away with one last, lingering suction to her nipple, until it popped free with an audible smacking sound and an involuntary groan from the married woman. He pressed his erection wantonly against her abdomen and began to kiss her shoulder and neck. She responded with initially restrained whimpers, but as he worked over to the other side of her neck, she let loose a more animalistic moan and dropped her hands down to lightly trace her fingers over the length of his cock. 

Even as Ron primed Lil for what they both so desperately needed, thoughts of Pam and the way they'd been forced together in the locker kept invading his brain. And eventually he came to the vision of Mike preparing to fuck Pam from behind while she was pinned against the locker. Ron looked Lil in the eye, placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face the tiled wall.

Initially uncertain as to what Ron was doing, Lil soon felt his hands on her hips as he bent at the knees to allow his penis to probe the junction of her legs. She'd given over to the pure, hedonistic need that had overtaken her body, and instinctively raised up on her tip toes to better allow him access. 

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Leslie stepped into room #2, not surprised to see Nancy on top of Beth, kissing tenderly in the aftermath of their 'massage'. "Ahem, Beth, I just wanted to let you know that I think we lost Lil. Their kids just showed up and Mike was in the men's locker room, and left with them, but Lil's not in any of the massage rooms, or the women's changing room."

"What about Pam and Ron?" Beth asked. 

Pam is in the shower, and I guess Ron is in the men's lockers, not sure about that though."

Beth's sixth sense told her something was up, and she tore herself away from Nancy, donned her towel once again, and went to investigate, as Leslie approached Nancy, still nude on the table.

She went to the only place Leslie said she hadn't personally checked, and quietly opened the outer door to the men's locker room. Immediately she could hear the shower running, and muffled voices. After pushing the next door open a crack, she could see Ron and Lil in the shower. Her first instinct was to stop Ron from having sex once again, but the poor kid needed some relief, and watching him fuck Lil might be great entertainment and certainly exciting, so she kept quiet and looked on.




A Tempting Vacation Ch. 17



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Ron admired Lil's ass as he readied himself to take her. It was true she had nowhere near the tight, toned posteriors so often displayed by Pam and Beth, but no woman or girl he'd seen on this island had compared for that matter. Still, for a 40 something mother of three, Lil's body was exceptional. Her ass was still bubbly and round, and was just firm enough to allow an inviting jiggle across her buns as his hands wandered randomly, palming first one cheek, then the other.

His cock now producing a steady stream of pre-cum, Ron took one hand from Lil's rear and positioned his bulbous head at her entrance. He pressed firmly, and thanks to her own excitement and the oils still lingering with the water on his cock, skin on skin friction was almost non-existent. However, the sheer size of his crown versus the tightness of her pussy led him to pause.

With her hands braced against the tiles, Lil was ready to be taken by this boy not much older than her own daughter. However, as he pressed into her, she realized the size differential between Ron and her husband was significant. It certainly wasn't painful, but she'd just never taken anyone so large. Lil, however, was well past the point of forgoing this once in a lifetime opportunity, and through halting breaths, said, "Don't move Ron. Just brace yourself and I'll handle this." With that, she pressed steadily against the shower wall while at the same time alternating her tip toe stance to ever so slowly elevate first one hip, then the other, effectively attempting to skewer herself onto Ron's enormous cock. 

Ron stared on in amazement as Lil's body worked to accommodate his size. As she rotated her hips, she pushed back just enough to ever so slowly allow his head to inch past her snug entrance. After what seemed like 5 minutes, but in reality had to be far less, his blood engorged crown slipped completely inside. 

Lil had remained determined, the deliberate method with which she was impaling herself onto Ron's penis was tortuously arousing. At last, she'd managed to slip over his oversized tip, and take the first couple of inches of his thick shaft before she paused to acclimate herself to the incredible feeling of fullness. Her pussy spasmed and clutched the oversized cock, and to her surprise, a tremor overtook her with an unexpected yet rather substantial orgasm. 

She wasn't even sure Ron realized she'd cum yet again, and in only a matter of seconds, he was more aggressively stroking in and out, giving her a little more with every thrust. His girth elicited feelings she'd never felt with Mike. As the boy more urgently gripped her hips to his own, the depths he reached, likewise were like nothing she'd ever experienced. After a few awkward minutes, Ron settled into a rhythmic pounding with all he had, and pressed into the shower wall, she did her best to fuck him back. 

Ron realized he wouldn't last long, especially when Lil started to slam her ass back into him. He gripped even tighter and his strokes became less uniform as his orgasm began to build. 

Lil had learned on this trip how her husband, and she assumed most men, liked dirty talk, and decided to reward Ron for his efforts as she managed to utter between each increasingly violent thrust of his hips, "Oh...Yes...Ah...Ron,...you..are...fucking...me...so...good...with...your...

ah...your...big...penis...ohhh ahh...your ...big...thick...cock...I ...am...cummiinngggg...!!

Hearing Lil's obviously labored attempt to verbalize her pleasure was all Ron needed to be pushed over the edge, and he doubled his strokes, now basically smashing Lil's body into the tiled wall. He screamed out as he came, and drove up into her tight cunt will all his force, effectively lifted her petite frame off the floor. After a last labored thrust, he held her pinned to the wall as his last three eruptions, each diminishing in force, filled her with his spunk. 

After only a few seconds, Ron stepped away, allowing Pam to settle back onto her feet, and his still hard cock to be pulled free of her well fucked pussy. 

Lil turned, her legs slowly stabilizing beneath her as she regained her bearings. She'd never, ever, had sex even remotely that intense, or gratifying. Then she turned to face Ron, and saw him standing there, his shimmering penis still completely hard, and that animalistic gleam in his eyes.

As Ron had stepped back, he was surprised to see that not only was his cock still as hard as ever, it didn't show signs of losing firmness anytime soon. Of course, he had no knowledge of the Cialis he'd been fed the past few days, which coupled with his youthful zeal, seemed to be demanding that he go for round two.

"Ah, Ron...on my, that was fantastic...but, well, surely you aren't serious?!" Lil said as she looked from his face to his cock, and back again. She turned off the shower, and pushed him aside as she moved to exit the shower stall. She inadvertently pressed against his erection, but chose to ignore it as she left him standing in there, at the entrance to the shower, and began to towel off. "Hon, that was amazing, I mean, like nothing I've ever experienced, but, well there's just not time." And then, letting her guard down for just a second, glanced once again to his still throbbing cock, and said, "I only wish there was."

While Ron had first entered the shower with no intention of raping her, he was now certain that even if Lil said no, once he was inside her, she'd acquiesce to him, or as he was accepting as the reality of the situation, his cock. He didn't bother drying off, and simply stepped past he older woman and began to place a couple of the thick spa towels over the wooden bench. 

Lil watched Ron move about, his penis still impossibly hard, as she continued to towel off. She was uncertain as to what he was doing, until he turned and snatched her own towel from her hands, and at the same time pushing her back until her legs pressed against the now padded bench. 

"Ron!...What are you doing?" Lil protested, for no matter how much she might like a second round, she was already feeling guilty, and the longer she was in here, the more likely it might be that Mike would come back looking for her. "Ron, honey, we can't do this again, I have to go." She continued, trying to appeal to his sense of decency.

Ron was surprising even himself by his demeanor, for any other time he'd likely turn meekly away and help Lil gather her things, but not now, after the day's events. He couldn't deny the lingering recollection of Pam's fantasy, and the near constant arousal it had inflicted upon him since he'd eavesdropped on her most private thoughts. And now, if anyone deserved to be fucked with or without her consent, it was this woman toweling off in front of him. The woman who had so blatantly teased him during their massage, and for all intents and purposes, practically molested what she thought was a sleeping teenager. Now, he was determined she was going to get fucked a second time, and he was equally certain he'd have her screaming in ecstasy as well. 

As Ron began to push her back onto the bench, Lil fully comprehended he intended this to happen again, whether she agreed or not. Lil started to try and squirm free, but her diminutive frame was of little resistance to his 6'3" athletic body. And even as she twisted and resisted, Ron's hard cock kept poking into her, causing repeated involuntary glances to the penis that had just delivered her the fucking of a lifetime. 

After swiftly grabbing her by her right leg with one hand and behind her neck with the other, Ron was able to easily deposit her on her back, her legs splayed over the bench, just as both she and Pam had been at the hands of Lil's own husband. He bent down to better align his erection to her still wet pussy, but to his surprise, Lil only increased her efforts to escape by attempting to push him off balance with her hands. In his peripheral vision, Ron spied just what he needed inside the still open locker. He leaned over and retrieved the jump rope, then scooted up to sit across Lil's stomach. "Listen." He said to her, holding the rope in front of her face, "I have to fuck you again. I am going to fuck you again. After the way you've teased me, you owe me one more. I know you want it too."

Lil realized her pussy was now gushing as the teenager's big cock was wavering over her chest. The thought of him taking her 'against her will' was tapping into a long suppressed fantasy that she'd had in her youth, before her religious upbringing had taken hold and ushered such immoral thoughts from her mind. But now, as he threatened to tie her hands, she could think of nothing she wanted more than to be 'raped' by this big cocked teen. "No, you can't. I have to go before Mike comes back. The only way you're going to fuck me is if you're willing to use that rope!" Lil began to fight back, even as she hoped she answered his threat in such a way that he'd do exactly what she now wanted.

Ron's cock was twitching and throbbing as it wavered over her stomach, and he knew there was no turning back. After he'd seen Mike with Pam, he didn't care if he did come back and catch him fucking his wife. So he grabbed her hands and quickly tied the rope around her left wrist, then forced her arms down below the bench and secured them together. Her resistance had been minimal, and now her entire torso was at his disposal.

Lil wiggled and squirmed, but there was no escaping. Ron thought about so many things he could do to her, but really, the main thing he needed was to fuck her once again. He lifted her legs up until he was holding them at a 90 degree angle, and sat on the bench, with his cock and balls pressed against her upturned pussy and sphincter. Not wanting to dally too much, he spread her legs just enough and pressed his cock down until it was poised at her already conditioned opening. He pushed forward, while still sitting on the bench, and after several seconds and steady pressure, his head slipped once again snugly into the grasp of Lil's pussy. He rested her legs against his shoulders and scooched forward until several more inches were ensconced within her. He still had about 3 or so inches left to give her, but while still seated, it was difficult to bury himself fully.

Lil, as before, felt his girth filling her up and seemingly pressing against every nerve her pussy possessed. She wasn't quite ready to just give in and offer her consent to him, so she undertook what she knew to be a futile effort to squirm free of his glorious penis. Without the use of her hands, and with Ron clutching her ankles above his head, this resulted in her hips wriggling and writhing about, only increasing their mutual stimulation as she protested, "Ron, oh my god...ah, please, you have to...ummm to stop before...ahhhh... before ...someone...before Mike...comes back ...umm for ..."

She went silent as Ron suddenly spread her legs just a bit, raised up from his seated position, and buried every last centimeter of his cock in her tight cunt. He loved seeing the pure lust expressed so plainly across her face, then he slowly withdrew until just his head remained before slamming back down as if he was trying to use his prick to drill her into the wooden bench. This time he held still, feeling her pussy respond by virtually gripping him like a glove. He looked to Lil's face once again, now contorted as she balanced on the edge of yet another orgasm. Ron leaned further up until he could reach her fascinating nipples, and began to roughly suck and nibble first one, then the other. 

When Lil felt the boy's lips so aggressively maul her breasts, it sent her over the edge, and her pussy began to spasm and gush all over his plump cock. He wasn't even moving inside her and she was cumming like a freight train, as her disjointed exclamations confirmed. "OH GOD...Ron...this is so...on my...I've never...ahhhhh" 

Just as the intensity of her orgasm began to subside, Ron started to really fuck her. He pulled out entirely, his head poised for a split second at her gapping entrance before driving back into her. Lil's slick lips and clit were actually pulled inward as his thickness penetrated her. Just as quickly he withdrew yet again, watching at the tight sheath of her pussy looked to be turned inside out each time his fat shaft escaped its grasp. Over and over, Ron did his best to give Lil the fucking of her life. It was certainly the most intense sex he'd experience in his brief, albeit action packed, sexual history. Having just cum in the shower, Ron felt he could hold out for a bit this time, and didn't hold back as he drilled Lil mercilessly, driving her body further up the towel covered bench. 

Lil had thought his powerful pounding of her in the shower had been something, but now, she was being reduced to a sweaty, babbling fuck toy as this teenager kept making her cum over and over again, each orgasm seeming to transcend the one prior. " uh...uh...uh...Oh God, Yes...keep ah ...ah..ah...ah...Please...oh ...My GOD!!"

Ron took her utterances as a plea for him to keep fucking her, and for the next five minutes or more he worked his sweat soaked body as hard and fast as he could, concentrating only on keeping up the pace without cumming. He watched Lil, her hands still bound, thrash about beneath him as she continuously gasped and grunted, her hips no longer able to move in unison with his rapid thrusting. Finally, he could feel what was to be the mother of all orgasms building deep within. He kept slamming into the petite milf as she exploded one final, mind blowing time. He abruptly pulled his blood engorged cock free from her velvety channel and for the first time since they'd begun, let her legs drop from his shoulder, splayed out with her feet on the floor. 

Still quivering from the lingering intensity of having been so brutally fucked, Lil forced herself to open her eyes. She was presented with an image of Ron's sweaty body, tense and poised between her legs, his hand furiously pumping his tortured looking penis. "Here...I...CUM!!" he exclaimed as the first milky rope shot out and struck Lil across the face and neck. His hand never slowed as Ron grunted out four more substantial loads over Lil's ravaged body. The nipples he'd become so enamored of were splattered with his creamy jism. Finally, he coaxed the last drops onto her stomach and scant pubic hair before dropping back down to sit on the bench. 

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Beth's body was tingling head to toe, both yearning for, and jealous of, the frantic pounding Lil had just received at the hands of Ron. Still, she remained focused on what she knew had to be done if she had any hope of reeling the boy back within her control. The assertive manner with which he'd taken Lil needed to be squelched, at least until she was ready to unleash him as part of her ultimate fantasy. For now, this scenario should provide her the perfect means with which to completely torment and befuddle her young, big cocked plaything. She removed her soaked fingers from beneath her towel, and stepped into the room.

"RON!...Oh my god! What have you done?!?" Beth exclaimed as she burst through the door. Ron jumped from his seat on the bench, shocked at her intrusion. Of course, Lil's physical reaction was limited by her still bound hands and the lethargy still consuming her depleted body. 

Beth went to her at once, bending down to untie her hands as she spoke, "Are you okay?" she asked in her most sincere and empathetic voice. Before Lil could answer, Beth continued, "Ron...I mean, I know you've been, well, sort of tempted by certain things on our vacation, but for you to rape this woman, I just can't believe..., I mean, you could go to jail!"

As Ron prepared to respond in his own defense, it suddenly dawned on him that perhaps he had, indeed raped her. Since she'd willingly let him take her in the shower, he'd made the assumption she would want him again. She'd certainly responded as if she was enjoying things, but as he thought further, she had told him to stop, even after he'd begun to take her. His mind flashed back to all the sex ed classes during biology, over and over again Mrs. Graham had repeatedly preached that 'No means NO!" As his mind rapidly processed all these jumbled thoughts, Beth spoke once again, demanding his complete attention. 

"I really just can't believe you Ron!" then turning her attention to Lil, she was mesmerized by the amount of Ron's semen pooled across her naked torso. She composed herself once again, and said, "Let me help you up and over to the shower, so you can...ah, get cleaned up." As they moved further from Ron, Beth whispered to Lil, "So, I watched you in the shower with him before, I know you weren't raped. Just keep following my lead for a few more minutes, then you can go back to your family, and I won't mention any of this to Mike, ok?"

On still wobbly legs, Lil stepped from Beth, into the shower. She'd heard every word the manipulative woman had said to her, and given everything she'd learned of her so far, was not at all surprised. She nodded her agreement, knowing she just wanted to cleanse her body, then decide how guilty she was going to feel for everything she'd done to lead to this point, and whether or not she'd tell her husband. The sooner they could rid themselves of this woman, the better, so toward that goal, she readily agreed to play along with her till she could escape this situation. Still, as she began to run her soapy hands over her body, images of Ron and the way he'd ravaged her with his beautiful penis invaded her thoughts, and she felt what had recently become a recurring quiver of excitement resonate from her well attended vagina.

Beth moved back over to Ron, where he remained naked, his engorged yet slowly shrinking penis still hanging at about 6 or 7 inches. He had been intently watching her and Lil, and Beth forced her vision up from his glimmering cock, to say, "Well, I think I talked her out of calling the police, but I hope you learned a lesson. Just because a woman might show some interest in your God-given appendage there, it doesn't mean she will just let you do whatever you want." She paused, glad to see fearful regret on his face. "And you might want to remember that when it comes to Pam, you know, your girlfriend's mother." 

Hearing Beth speak Pam's name further shook Ron's world. He had no idea how he'd be able to face her, much less talk about what had happened inside that locker. 

More to come...

*****

As many of you know, this chapter had me stonewalled for a long, long time, and then as I finally got some momentum, it just poured out. I initially had no idea where it was going, but I find myself pleased with how it all came together. Hopefully you enjoyed it as well.



A Tempting Vacation



His overwhelming characteristic was shyness, followed closely by politeness, and she was fairly sure those traits along with his religious upbringing would ensure he was probably feeling as guilty about what had happened as she did. As Pam thought it through, she realized that part of the thrill had been the very fact that Ron was like he was. To know he was likely trying as hard as he could not to react to her, and that he responded anyway was what had really made Pam's juices flow. The fact that he likely had the biggest dick she had ever seen was the added bonus to the whole situation. Pam finally decided it had not been that big of a transgression, and she closed her eyes to replay the entire scene in her mind. As much as she had enjoyed teasing her innocent victim, she promised herself she would not let anything like that happen again.

The steel rod in Ron's shorts managed to soften enough for him to slip from the car to the Cracker Barrel restroom without being noticed by anyone. Once safely in a stall, he firmly stroked his cock back to life, envisioning Pam once again with her head in his lap, only in his fantasy she was leaning closer and closer to his prick, until her tongue swiped slowly up his exposed shaft, and encircled his swollen head. This image was all Ron's tortured dick needed to erupt into the ball of toilet paper he held in his free hand. After his pent up sexual frustration began to subside, Ron began to feel guilty for thinking of Amy's mom in such lewd acts, He could only imagine what she would think of him if she knew what had happened in the car, and what he had just pictured her doing to him. He promised himself he would try not to let her invade his fantasies the rest of the trip, and besides, his plans for the week ahead with Amy should alleviate any need for fantasies of any kind.

The remaining few hours of the drive to Miami went uneventfully, and by the time they had parked the car and gotten to the airport terminal, they still had a couple of hours before their flight. Beth and Pam went shopping in one of the airport boutiques, leaving Amy and Ron alone for the first time since they left Nashville. 

As they strolled through the concourse, Amy said, "I can't believe my mom ruined the little adventure I had planned for the car. I was so hot, and then to have to drive for three hours. I feel so sorry for you; I had been teasing you for so many miles. And then when my mom laid down with her head on your leg, it is a good thing you weren't still hard, she would have felt it for sure." Amy looked at Ron's face, and knew from his expression immediately, saying, "Oh my god! Tell me you didn't have a hard-on while she was laying there." 

Amy's smile as she said this helped Ron feel a little less awkward as he responded, "Well, no, I mean I didn't at first. Then I fell asleep, and I had a dream about you." He lied, knowing there was no way to tell her of his actual dream. "When I woke up, I was pretty hard, luckily your mom was sound asleep." 

"It's a good thing," Amy said, "I don't think mom has even seen a naked man since the divorce, no telling what she would have done."

Ron wondered exactly what Amy meant by her last comment, curious as to if she had expected some type of disgusted reaction, or did she mean a sexual response by her mom. Surely not the latter, but what if...

Ron's thoughts were interrupted when Amy continued, "I sure know what I would have done if I had been her. I would have slipped your big dick out and sucked as much as I could into my mouth, then licked it and kissed it like a great big lollipop." Hearing Amy talk like that was getting Ron excited, even as he looked quickly around to make sure no one could hear what she was saying. "You better stop talking like that Amy, or else I will get arrested for indecent exposure,' Ron said, directing her gaze to his crotch with a nod of his head. 

"Oh my, I really should do something about that, don't you think, I mean our trip has only begun, I sure don't want you to spend the rest of it in the Miami jail because your dick was poking out of your shorts." 

They both giggled at her comment, even as Amy led Ron by the hand to try and find a place to be alone.

"I thought I had noticed these on the way in," Amy said as she led Ron to a section of cubicles designed for business travelers to access their email accounts. "Let's try the one in the corner." 

They walked past all the other cubicles, until they reached the one in the back corner. The only access to this particular one was the way they had just come, and the way it was laid out, only a portion of the person's back using the computer would be visible from someone walking by. This section of the airport was not too crowded at the moment, so when Amy pushed Ron down into the seat and dropped to her knees, half her body beneath the console, he was pretty sure no one had noticed them. 

As Amy unbuttoned his shorts, Ron admired the sight of her body before him. Amy resembled her mother greatly, she was a little more lean than Pam and her breasts may have been a little bit smaller, but her ass was not far from that of her mom. He had seen many boys at school practically knock each other over to get in position to walk up the stairs behind Amy on game days, when she was wearing her cheerleading uniform. Now, as she pulled his now erect cock from his shorts, her tank top fell away from her body, giving Ron a sexy view of her firm, well shaped boobs as they strained to escape from the lacy bra that looked to contain no more than half of each tanned globe. 

Amy wrapped one hand around the base of Ron's dick. Every since last weekend, when she had first grasped his penis, Amy had found she always grew excited at the sight of her tiny hand holding his thick shaft. Ron was nervously glancing over his shoulder, not wanting to be discovered. Even though he knew no one could see Amy without walking almost inside their cubicle. 

He inadvertently let out a gasp as he felt Amy's lips begin to plant soft, moist kisses all over his dick. He looked back to her, watching as she had her eyes closed, grasping his cock with both hands, as she deliberately licked and kissed up and down his prick now jutting from his open fly. The expression on her face was as if she were totally lost in her actions, completely unaware they were in  the  middle of the Miami International Airport. 

Perhaps the nervousness Ron felt for that very reason was delaying his orgasm. He looked past her face, noticing how Amy's skirt had ridden up her thighs exposing her purple panties. When he looked back to Amy's face, there eyes locked, and as if she was reading his mind, she removed one hand from his cock, even as the remaining hand began to stroke up and down his shaft, in unison with her slowly bobbing head. She dropped her hand to her panties, and slipped it past the waistband to touch herself. Her hips immediately began to move in response to the action her fingers were obviously taking beneath the cotton panties. Seeing the purple material move over her knuckles, as she appeared to be fingering herself, seemed at the time to be a sexier sight to Ron than if she had been totally nude. 

Ron's balls were growing tight to his body, as he gazed at his girlfriend fingering herself with the same passion with which she began to stroke and suck on his dick. They had both been trying to remain quiet, but as Amy's body rocked harder and harder against her hand, and her mouth sank deeper down Ron's cock, she let out a muffled moan. The sight before him, the sound of her moaning, and the danger of the situation, was quickly pushing Ron past the point of no return. Then, from nowhere, as he was watching Amy's mouth devour his cock, Pam's face appeared in her place. 

"I don't think mom has even seen a naked man since the divorce, no telling what she would have done," Amy's words from a few minutes ago flashed through his mind as his image of Pam's face, sucking on his cock seemed to actually convey her pent up need. 

Ron had not intended to think of Pam at this time, but now he seemed to have no choice but to envision Amy's mom sucking hungrily on his big hard prick. 

In his mind he could see her rubbing his cock against her cheek as she said "Ron, I need some cock so bad, it has been too long, I don't care if you are Amy's boyfriend, your cock is just so fucking big and hard, please, can I suck on it some more?" 

With that, he erupted into Amy's mouth with a tremendous orgasm and as he shot load after load into her mouth, he managed to force Pam's face from his mind and concentrate on his girlfriend. Amy was doing her best to swallow it all, but as her own orgasm overtook her, she pulled Ron's still spewing cock from her mouth and pressed her face against his thigh in an attempt to conceal her moaning. Several streams of semen shot across her tank top before she could regain her composure and suck him back past her lips to drain his remaining cum. 

Ron pointed out the pooled cum slowly soaking into her top. They quickly came to the conclusion they had nothing to wipe it up with, then Amy gave Ron a wicked little grin and said, "Well, this should give you something to think about for our plane ride to the island," and she stood up slightly, reached beneath her skirt and pulled her panties down, and off her legs. "These are way too wet for me to wear anyway," she said with a grin, then she wiped up the remaining semen with them, wadded them up and stuffed them in Ron's pocket.

They both stopped by the restroom to straighten up some before meeting back up with Pam and Beth. Ron was beating himself up once again for his improper thoughts about Pam. He tried to convince himself that since it was unintentional, he shouldn't feel so guilty about it. And besides, he was probably unconsciously thinking of Pam due to the earlier incident in the car. Plus, Amy's ambiguous comments about her mom's likely reaction to finding him with a boner had obviously played a part as well. Ron knew that whatever the reason, he just had to try and prohibit himself from viewing Pam in a sexual manner for the rest of the trip.

Amy and Ron arrived at the boutique just as Beth and Pam came walking out. Ron knew at once his plan to limit his sexual thoughts about Amy's mom would be a losing battle. She and Beth were wearing knew dresses..

More to come..