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Florida Vacation

By: Fantasy Kiss



I called him "Uncle Matt," but he wasn't really my uncle. He was more my father's best friend, childhood friend actually. Our families were really close. He had a daughter, Carmel. She was a year older than me and we were friends, though not best friends like my daddy and Uncle Matt. She was a little too snobby sometimes, all because her father owned "six dealerships in four different counties," blah blah blah. But when she wasn't being snobbish, we were cool.

One weekend we all went to Florida to have a small vacation at their "summer" house. They really didn't go there often and I really don't remember them ever spending a summer there other than that first one when they brought the house and they went to Disneyland. We didn't go because daddy wanted us to visit grandma and grandpa in upstate New York. We all arrived there Thursday night. Mom, dad, Aunt Elaine and Carmel all went out looking for maps and stuff so they can preplan our trip. They wanted to feel they got their money's worth. 

"Disneyland is so big, it would take more than a weekend to see everything," Aunt Elaine said. 

I didn't go because I didn't even want to be there. Disneyland is for babies, I told them. I'm a young woman. I am no longer a child, I turned 18 years old last week. Carmel looked at me and stuck out her tongue. I knew she loved Disneyland and that just made her one big baby in my eyes. Uncle Matt stayed behind with me. He told everyone I shouldn't be here by myself (I guess he thinks I'm still a baby, too), but he leaned in my ear and said it was because he didn't really like Disneyland too and we should let the children go have their fun. I laughed at him. We smiled because we now had this secret and this common bond—our hate for Disney. 

It was hot in the house. The air conditioner was apparently broken and it was too late to call a repair guy so Uncle Matt said he will call one in the morning, but we'll just have to suffer through the night. Uncle Matt saw my discomfort and suggested that I take a swim in the pool out back to keep cool. Ok, I said and went to get the bathing suit Carmel gave me. It was an old bathing suit of hers, a bikini. I was smaller in frame than Carmel and she outgrew it a long time ago, so she thought it would fit me. I didn't own a suit. Even though I knew how to swim, I didn't do much swimming at home. We didn't have pools and stuff. 

I put it on, but apparently I wasn't as small as everyone thought. The top just managed to cover my nipples. The strings were not very long and it was tight as I tied it around my back. It pushed my breasts inward, making them squeeze out to the side. But there was nothing I could do about that; it was too hot in the house. The bottom fit though, so that was good. I left the room I shared with Carmel and ran to the back of the house. Uncle Matt was nowhere to be seen. He was probably in the room he shared with Aunt Elaine. The water was heaven. It cooled me off instantly. I had to have swum for 20 minutes or more. Uncle Matt came out to the pool, probably to make sure I didn't drown. He watched me in the water. Finally he said it was getting late and I should come out. So I swam to the steps and climbed out. 

Uncle Matt stared at me. I smiled and told him that was great. He said he was glad, and then he told me to come closer. Confused, I stepped over to his chair. He reached out and wrapped his hands around my waist. He was looking at me, at my body. I felt a weird sensation in my chest, like when I'm cold. But I wasn't cold. I was just right. I followed his glaze. The water wasn't good for my suit. It seemed to have shrunk. My nipples harden and more of my soft mounts became visible. The fabric of my bottoms sunk into the hole of my puss. You can see the line were my two lips met. It was embarrassing. I tried to cover up. I folded my arms over my chest and bent forward to hide myself, but he stopped me.

No, he said. I was beautiful and I shouldn't hide. He also said I was right, that I'm a young woman now, with a young woman's body and that I shouldn't be ashamed. He separated my arms and gently held them out to my sides so he could look at me again. I don't know why I let him. I knew it wasn't right. Uncle Matt shouldn't be looking at me, even if he wasn't really my uncle. He shouldn't be looking. But I let him look, I didn't really want to admit it, but I liked him looking at me. 

It became harder to breathe. He saw that. He asked if I were tired and if I needed to sit down. My legs were weak so I said yes. He said I could sit with him on his chair, but there wasn't any room on the chair so he suggested I sit in his lap. I eased onto his lap. I didn't quite know where to go so he helped me. He turned me so my back was to his chest; he told me if I opened my legs and straddled his I would be more comfortable. He was right. There was something poking me in my hip. I told him so; I suggested it may be his keys and that it hurt so could he please move it. He lifted me up by my hips and readjusted me. I felt the weirdest sensations as he touched me, sort of like I get when I see Orlando Bloom, that actor from Lord of the Rings, who played the elf. He was so cute. Only these feelings were more intense. I never felt anything so strong. When he stopped moving me, the hardness moved to the crack of my ass and was sandwiched by my ass cheeks. That was better, but I was still confused, why didn't he just remove it from his pocket. I wasn't sure what it was, but it didn't feel like keys anymore. It was kind of rounded and ... 

Ooooooh myyyyyy godddddddd!

I knew what it was! I knew what it was! It was his privates! It was his dick! It was his... cock (giggle). I knew because I heard the girls talking at school. They said it became hard when a boy got "turned on" by you, and when he wanted to put it inside of you, when he wanted to fuck you. I couldn't believe it. Uncle Matt wanted to fuck me. ME! I really was a woman if I could turn a man's head like Uncle Matt. We sat there for a minute, him and me. My back to his front. The more time went by the more I became relaxed and sort of sunk into his body, his heat. Then his hands moved.

They moved from my hips to my tummy. My hands were resting on the chair arms and I gripped them in surprise. There was that feeling again. It moved with his hands, along my tummy. I couldn't breathe. I had to force myself to take a breath. I was scared and I was excited too. I never felt like this. His hands stroked my skin, softly, inch by inch. Each movement became more and more unbearable. I didn't know if I could take it. My tummy.

"Uncle Matt," I cried out. "Please stop doing that."

He stopped. He asked if he was hurting me.

"No."

He asked what was wrong. I told him the feelings were too much. I didn't know if I could handle them. He asked if the feelings were bad. 

"No," I said again. "They are different, but not bad." 

His hands moved upward, they moved the fabric from my breasts. I looked down and saw my nipples poke out into the night air.

"Oh god, " I moaned. 

His fingers touched my tips and my pussy tightened, it clenched, squeezed tightly inside its self. I couldn't control it. His hands, cupped my breasts-- my mounts and he squeezed them softly. I moaned some more. It felt... it felt...

His fingers found my nipples and then squeezed them. Oh god, the feeling-- it shot from my breasts, down my tummy, then to my puss, between my legs. I felt warm sticky moisture leak out of me. It was warm, yet cool to my heated thighs. I think some of it spilled onto his thighs. He was breathing harder now too. His dick, that hard part, was pressing up against my butt, in the crack. He was moving his hips under me, sliding his cock against me, rubbing me with it. He pulled my nipples. I screamed. It was too much. 

He squeezed harder, harder, harder and he twisted them, left then right, then pulled them up, then down, and then around and around, and I was crying. It hurt so badly. It felt so good. I couldn't hold on anymore. I moved my hips with him. I moved against his cock, but it wasn't my ass that ached, it was my puss. My puss hurt so badly. 

I didn't know I said the words out loud until he told me he would help. His hand left one of my breasts.

"No!" I cried. "Please."

But he put his hands there, in the heat of me, in the center of my pain. My body jerked from feelings so intense. He found that hard button between my lower lips, he stroked it, he touched it and my body-- my body lost control. My body wasn't mine. I couldn't think. He stopped. He stopped stroking me. The feelings were still there, but the building of pleasure stopped. I cried out again, begging him to continue. He lifted my hips off of him and moved me upward on his body. I didn't know what he was doing. I looked down just as he lowered me back down. I saw this round brown tip with a hole in the middle peak through my thighs. It was his dick. It had to be. It looked just like the pictures. He moved my hips, sliding my pussy along his shaft. It felt good, as good as his fingers and it was then that I figured it out. 

I pumped my hips with him, sliding, rubbing my pussy along his dick. The more I slid the more wet he became and each slide became easier. He was leaking moisture too, from his tip. It was sliding out of his hole, down his cock; some of it fell onto my clit. I saw it. I felt it. It was so sexy. It was so nasty. I was riding Uncle Matt's cock. I closed my legs so I could trap him better between them. I felt him even more. It added more pressure to that point where I needed it and I moved. I moved. I bounced on him. He let me. He released my hips and let me move on my own. It was building. I felt it. It was building. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was feel my pussy as it started to contract. 

'Oh god,' I chanted, over and over, and then he griped his cock, from under me, he gripped it at its based and held it steady. I wanted to cry. He was interfering with my rhythm. He lifted me up again and moved his tip to my hole, my opening, and he pushed. It felt so good. Oh god. And I pushed back and then it started to burn, there was heat everywhere. It burned and burned until it started to hurt, then my pussy started to squeeze again and I lost it. It was squeezing, squeezing so hard at that tip, at that head of his cock. My world turned completely upside down. I was cumming, and I squeezed the cock tip right out of me.

I was so tired. After a minute, I tried to breath and I felt tears roll down my eyes. I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked back down. His cock was still between my legs, still here, still hard. Tentatively, I touched it. The hole was still leaking. He moved then, he rose from the chair and took me with him. We were both standing, but I couldn't support myself so I leaned on him. He turned me. He told to lie down onto the floor and spread my legs. I did. He removed his shorts. That was all he was wearing on this hot night. He went to his knees; he leaned over me and completely removed my top and untied my bottoms. We were both naked. We looked so different he and I. He was flat where I had curves. It was weird seeing his hips, so unlike mine, so straight. His chest was hard with muscle, he worked out. I was too lazy to workout. He had hair all over his body. I was smooth. He had a lot of hair down there, around his hard pole. I didn't have much. I've had hair down there for over 2 years now, but it wasn't much. It looked like peach fuzz, almost, but it was there. You could see my lips more clearly then I could see his balls. 

He leaned over me and he kissed me. Uncle Matt kissed me like a man kisses a woman. His tongue was so strong and sure, like his touch. I felt like I belonged to him, like I was put there just so he could touch me, squeeze me, lick me, and eat me up. 

I was his. 

He kissed his way down my body; he sucked on my breasts. Oh god, I loved that. The harder he sucked the more I loved it. I couldn't keep still, my god, he was so good. 

"Harder! Harder!" I cried. 

And harder and harder he sucked, holding my breast steady as he tried to put all of me in his mouth. Then he changed his method. He started to use his teeth. The moment I felt that intense pain/pleasure I nearly came again. His fingers found my pussy as he sucked me. I was in heaven with his mouth on my titties and his fingers on my clit. He rubbed me, and then he moved lower to my pussy. It stung slightly from the stretching before. He dipped his finger in me and stroked. He stroked and stroked, while he sucked. One finger became two and he rubbed and he rubbed. Two figures became three, and the burn came back. The burn. It hurt yet it made me wetter. The burn felt good and bad all at once. Then he bit my nipple, so gently, and my pussy tightened, undoing all his work. So he had to start again.

One finger. Two. Three fingers. Four. He stroked me. He fucked me with his hands. I fucked his fingers as he sucked. One breast then the other, one nipple then the other. I felt like I was breastfeeding him. I imagined milk flowing from my body as he sucked, sucked all my juices. He removed his fingers. I could hear the suction from my body as it let him go. He stopped sucking me. He moved upward. I opened my eyes and watched as he held his cock and moved it to my pussy opening. He moved it and pushed. The burning started again. 

The burning. He pushed. It hurt. I cried out. He stopped. His fingers found my clit and he rubbed it in circles, around and around. It was as if he was somehow opening my puss by circling my button. He slid in some more. I wish I could say it was an inch, but it was more like a centimeter. He was trying to get his head all the way in, past the little nub that was at the opening of my puss. But I was tight, so all it did was burn more as he tried to open me up.

"Relax," he told me. "You have to relax." 

But I couldn't relax; it hurt-- the burn, but the stroking of my clit helped and with each pass he slid in a little more. Finally he told me to do it. So my hands reached down my body and I expertly rotated my button the way I knew how. His hands reached for my breasts so he could play with my nipples. Oh yes.

He watched me rub myself. He watched as my movements opened my pussy around his cock and he watched as his cock head slid completely in. It was then that he moved out of me and then pushed back in. It was easier this time, but he still only went in so far. So I continued to stroke and rub, like he did, and he continued to push and pull from my body. He continued to twist my nipples, keeping my pussy juices flowing. In and out, he moved slowly, moving against the burn. I was really starting to like the burn now, as long as he continued to move slowly.

Deeper and deeper he moved in me until, suddenly, I screamed in pain. 

Oh my god it hurt so much! 

He stopped, shocked. Then he took my hands from my pussy. He held then down beside my head. I started to cry. The pain was easing, but I still felt it.

"Uncle Matt?" I cried, unsure. "I think I want to stop." 

He moved over me, and the burn intensified. He moved back, out of me, moving further than he did before. He was leaving me. I began to relax. He leaned over and kissed me again. He told me I was sweet. He told me I tasted like candy and felt like paradise and he kissed me. I sighed as the burn and the pain decreased. 

Then sudden his whole body slammed against mine. Hard, deep, deep was the thrust of his cock, up into my body, tearing me apart. I felt a rip inside me and I cried. I cried. He stopped. He was in completely now and finally he stop moving. He kissed me. He kissed my tears; he kissed my cheeks; he kissed my lips. I turned my head away. I didn't kiss him. I wanted him to stop. I didn't like this anymore.

"Please, Uncle Matt, please stop. Please get out of me. It hurts." But he didn't move. He said nothing. He just continued to kiss me. My thighs began to ache. They weren't used to being spread this wide this long, but slowly, after I don't know how many minutes, I relaxed. It felt like he was in me for hours, but he was still hard and you can't stay hard for hours, can you. He kissed me. Softly. Signing, I looked at him with soft, sad, brown eyes. He licked my face. He cupped my breasts again and took another nipple into his month. He sucked me again, he drank from my tittles, twisting them with his tongue, using his teeth like I liked. I started to get hot again. I started to feel that internal fever that couldn't be washed away with water. The flow started again, past my pussy lips; my hips moved on their own. They moved around him. My clit was so sensitive the wiry feel of his public hair against it was almost too much. He moved out of me. It hurt, it burned, but it was different. I kind of liked it now. He sucked my nipples and increased his pace. He started to fuck me. He started to fuck me and he started to talk.

"Yeah. That's it. Open up for me, baby. Open that sweet pussy. I'm going to fuck that pussy. I'm going to fuck your pussy, Brie. Do you feel, me?

I'm going to open you up and fill you with cum from my cock. But first let me feel you cum on my cock. Open for me, baby. Give that sweet cunt. You're a woman now. Fuck me like a woman can."

No one ever talked to me like that before. I loved it. The pleasure was back. I couldn't breath again. It was like a mind-over-matter thing. I told myself the burn felt good and then it did, it felt good.

"Uncle Matt, fuck me," I said. "Suck on my titties. Drink me. Drink my milk. Fuck me and fill me with your milk. Make me wet with your crème, with your milk, fuck me." 

He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders. His thrust was harder and deeper. 

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah, " I whispered. 

He was fucking me. Fucking me outside by the pool, on the ground. His cock was deep inside my body. My little hole was spread open for him, yet still tight and wet, all for him. He fucked my lil pussy hole. He fucked me... he fucked... he fucked me.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," I screamed

The feeling was much more intense. When my pussy started to squeeze, started to contract, it did so against him and with the fit being so tight and his dick being so hard, the pleasure was more than I imagined, and I came. I came all over his dick. His dick. I fucked his dick and for the second time that night my heart stopped and I died. 

I couldn't do it anymore. My body slowly relaxed around him. I became numb. I couldn't feel anything. I felt nothing but him, still moving over me, in me. He was so wet. His sweat was dipping onto my body, onto my face. His hot breath was harsh on my lips as he moved in me, still fucking my hole. He was barely withdrawing now. He was just pushing, pushing, pushing in, as if he was trying to crawl inside me by means of his cock. 

One jerk, two jerk, three! His breath exploded from his lungs. His shout of release could be heard passed the pool walls. A smaller shout interrupted next, right before he fell on me, breathing hard. His dick was still inside. He just lay there, he lay on top of me, nearly crushing me with his weight, but I didn't mind. I just rested there and let him. He dick began to soften and slide out of my pussy. I felt more of my pussy now. It was on fire and this time the burn wasn't good. He rolled off of me, falling to the ground beside me like dead weight. He tried to control his breathing. He coughed.

"Whew" he said, resting his arm over his eyes. 

I sat up. My body was so stiff, I could barely move. The hard floor didn't cradle my soft curves. I felt like I took a beating. I looked down between my thighs. The spot where his pelvic bone beat into my hip was sore. I would have a bruise in the morning. Then something caught my eye. There was blood on my thighs, not much but it was there. I turned to him.


Florida Vacation



I cannot help but recall the events of this past spring; an experience none of us will ever forget. I remember it often; I wanted to spoil Kate, my beautiful wife, by giving her the vacation of her dreams. The cold winter was getting to us so I arranged our vacation in Florida, a sunny getaway from snow, ice and cold. 

When she asked what to pack, I told her I would take care of it. I packed her bag, including three swimsuits. The first was a white, unlined one-piece. The second, a bikini, barely large enough to contain her wonderful breasts, with a French cut at the hips and barely enough material in the back to cover anything. The third suit was a tiny string bikini, two pieces of string and three triangles of material, so small they just covered her nipples and pussy. I tossed in the usual toiletries, extra sunscreen, several Hawaiian wraps, and a black evening gown with a low back and a slit up the side to the top of her hip.

Our day arrived. A car picked her up at work and drove her to the airport where I was waiting. I wore a white linen shirt, a straw hat, and linen trousers, through which an observant person would immediately notice my lack of underwear. If one looked closely, they could even make out the veins in my hardening dick as my wife made her appearance.

Following a smooth flight, we landed in Florida, grabbed our bags and went outside where a limousine from the bed and breakfast waited. A tall, bronzed man stood holding a sign printed in four-inch letters with our names. He took our bags, and held the door while we got in. He stood in such a way, that as we got in, my wife had to brush her ass against his thighs. Kate told me how much she liked his treat, as she felt like he was larger than any man she had seen.

Soon, the car turned onto a circular drive before a house surrounded by tropical plants. Our driver opened the door and told us to make ourselves at home, and he would take our bags to our bungalow. I saw him give my wife a wink as he returned to the car.


We walked through the double doorway and into the house. A set of steps led down to a living room, where we found our hosts seated. I think we must have been early; the hostess wore a light-blue, wrap-around dress, tied with a sash, although at the time, it hung completely open. She was on her knees, giving her husband a blowjob as they awaited our arrival. Her large firm breasts hung free, olive colored, topped with saucer-size areolas and the largest hardest nipples I have ever seen. Startled when she saw us in the room, she stood, closed her wrap and approached. After an embarrassed apology, she introduced herself as Nae, and her husband, who had just finished buckling his pants, as Ricky. They were a stunning couple; embarrassed, but stunning.

Nae showed us to our bungalow. Angel, the driver had already put our bags in the room. He had also unpacked them, leaving one bathing suit for each of us on the bed, along with sunscreen and a huge white towel. Nae offered drinks, and told us to change and meet her in the center courtyard so she could show us to the beach. We put on our swimsuits and went outside. 

We found Nae holding a bamboo tray with our drinks. She had also changed her clothing; she was wearing a white bikini, which appeared as if painted on her incredible body. She was a short, slightly plump, large breasted woman. Her nipples were still hard as rocks, and showed through the sheer material of her bikini. We took our drinks and followed her down a path toward the beach. I started getting hard, watching Nae's round ass moving under the gossamer wrap.

On the beach, Nae pointed to two gazebos; one was empty, Ricky was in the other. Nae showed us to the empty one. While she was showing how to adjust the curtains, she managed to untie the string top of her bikini. Another wave of her hand untied the strings on the bikini bottom and that too fell to the ground. She now stood before us naked, not a tan line visible, a bronzed goddess. We looked over to Ricky, and he too was nude. I was thrilled to see this but Kate appeared tense, and quickly dove into the gazebo. 

I decided to join Ricky and Nae, so I pulled down my own shorts. My cock sprang free as my waistband passed over it causing Nae to giggle. She told me she liked my shaved appearance and asked how I prevented ingrown hairs. We continued talking about shaving and sipping our drinks; all the while she watched my crotch, smiling as my cock twitched, stirred, and hardened under her gaze. 

Just as I reached half-mast, Kate called me into the gazebo and asked what was going on. I told her how Nae was asking for shaving tips. Kate looked at my semi-hard cock and warned me to not do anything without her. Nae must have heard this, as she started laughing and left for her own gazebo. Kate and I lay down together to relax and listen to the waves. 

I woke up later, the sun shining directly upon us. I rolled onto my side, and felt my prick; it was not only erect, but standing upright, and getting a good tan. I looked at Kate, and could see that she shared my excitement, but did not wish to display it. I stretched to give her a kiss, but she whispered in my ear, telling me that there was something about Nae which she found not just attractive, but sexy. She said she could not stop thinking about Nae's nipples and how she had watched what appeared to be Nae's pussy lips hardening. I could see Kate's pussy was getting moist as she described her thoughts about Nae. We stole glances at Nae and Ricky, they were sound asleep, as nude as the day they were born.

That evening we went to town for dinner. I had forgotten to pack underwear for Kate, and she had nothing to wear but her evening gown. She was nervous, unused to the being bare, but still excited as we ate and then walked along the streets, window shopping and taking in the sights..

We returned to our bungalow to find the hot tub open and steaming. Kate stood at the edge of the tub and removed her dress with the skill of an exotic dancer. One shoulder, then the other, one breast covered by her hand, then the other; followed by a wiggle to let her gown fall to the ground. The lights behind her silhouetted her in the most flattering of ways as she stripped for my pleasure. She stepped into the tub, sat down and told me to join her. I could not get my clothes off fast enough.

We sat, relaxing in the steamy waters, but soon we heard voices. Nae and Ricky were coming to join us. They stripped, slipped into the tub and we began talking.

Soon, Kate looked at me with a glaze eyed, pre-orgasmic look. I watched her slowly moving her hips in a seductive manner. I could not figure out what she was doing, until she threw her head back, in an out of control, intense orgasm. A moment later, I saw Nae lift her hand out of the water and lick her fingers. Nae had brought my wife off, right in front of me and Kate had thought it was me doing it. Kate, after a moment, climbed from the tub and disappeared into our bungalow. While watching her go, I felt a foot in my crotch, first one toe, then another, I looked at Nae and she smiled. I could not help it, I was enjoying this stranger's touches; it excited me and was bringing me toward orgasm.

I stood, surprised by the events; my hard cock bouncing as I exited the tub. I ran to our bungalow to think about these happenings. Kate was already in bed and I climbed in next to her. She turned to me, kissed me on the lips, and looking directly into my eyes, called me Nae. She knew what she had said; she knew who had fingered her in the tub. With no apologies, she led me into our best love making session in years.

*****

Morning came early, much too early; the smell of unbridled sex still hung in the air. I rolled over to see if the night was a dream or if it was real. It was real; the sheets were a mess, the pillows tossed everywhere and the chair was a shambles. Kate was on her back, naked on top of the sheets, one arm over her head, the other across her torso. Her breasts lay flattened against her chest, her nipples still rosy from the excitement of the night. She still had obvious traces of my sperm on her lips, breasts, and belly. Her thighs shone with the glow of pleasure.

She heard me stirring and looked at me, a pleased grin spread across her face. She sat up, unashamed of her naked beauty. She did not kiss me as she usually does in the morning, but instead, teased me by moving toward my mouth, then ducking to kiss my chest. She licked my nipples, tongued my belly button, and then licked the tip of my erection. She didn't stop there, but kept going down, taking first my right ball, then my left, under the care of her tongue. I was harder than ever, already ready to burst when Kate stuck her tongue into the slit in the head of my penis.

I enjoyed the sensation, reclined on the bed, watching her beautiful ass bouncing up and down. Suddenly, I saw a figure at the door, heard a knock, and the door opened. It was Nae, bring a pot of the best smelling coffee I had ever smelled. Her stiff nipples betrayed her arousal, and I thought I saw some moisture running down her leg. She said, "Sorry, I could not watch, err wait any longer, the coffee was getting cold. Ricky will bring your breakfast in soon. Meanwhile lay back, enjoy the coffee, and anything else your hearts desired." She turned to leave and a breast slipped out of the sheer Hawaiian wrap she wore. She winked at Kate in appreciation of the unintended show.

Once Nae left, we decided to get up and get moving. I went in to the bathroom to shower, but found it did not have one, only a door which opened to a private garden area. Upon inspection, we discovered it was a garden shower; walls of rose vines in which were hidden showerheads and faucets, one on each side of the garden. The water ran through the deck and down to water the plants. A small table held fragrant soaps and shampoos for us to use. 

We turned on both showers, adjusted the temperature and stepped in. Kate began washing hair, her back to me. I got a good hand full of lather and reached around her waist to caress her stomach, and then moved up toward her breasts. In moments, her nipples were fully erect. She pulled away, saying they were too sensitive, but then felt my stiffening dick slide between her ass cheeks. She reached between her legs and found the head of my cock near her opening. She cupped me, and moved it between her soft, moist lips. It always amazes me, even though we were in the shower, surrounded by water, the feel of her pussy juices is very different from any other kind of moisture. She pushed her ass back into me, allowing me to penetrate. I ran my hands over the entire front of her body, soaping every inch of her. All the while, I kissed the back of her neck, behind her ear at the hairline, and the sides near her collarbone. She moaned audibly and I swore I heard someone else moaning too, but it must have been my imagination. 

Kate's ass rocked back and forth. I could feel her juices running down our legs. She then pulled away, and spun under the shower to rinse off all the soap. She kissed my neck, and then wrapped a leg around my thigh while we stood in the shower. She leaned back and purred, "Now it is your turn." 

She wrapped her other leg around my other thigh forcing me to support her entire weight. She lifted her pelvis and without using her hands guided my cock into her warm folds. She took me all the way in so fast I could scarcely believe it. I touched her cervix with the tip of my cock. It was as if Kate was flying, weightless. She lifted herself up and slid back down on my cock, grinding her clit into my pelvis with each thrust. Kate leaned back, and shouted, "Lick my tits, suck my nipples, now!" 

Who was I to refuse this tasty treat? I lowered my head to her breasts. I had never seen her so excited; her areola, hard and rough and her nipples protruded nearly an inch. Just then, my balls tightened and the tip of my cock became so sensitive it almost hurt. At the same time, her pussy tightened around my shaft, tightest around the base and pulsing up the entire length. I came inside her, feeling each spurt of semen moving through my shaft. I felt her own spurting orgasm with my shaft, still buried inside her. Her come juices ran out, hit my balls and ran down my legs.

She went limp and slipped down and off of me, barely able to stand. I washed her one final time and wrapped her in a large white robe to dry.

We returned to the bungalow, where we found Ricky waiting with our breakfast. He was conservatively dressed, wearing a linen shirt with marlins and martini glasses embroidered on a blue background. He wore beige linen trousers, or almost wore them. His penis was sticking out of his opened fly, red lipstick smeared all over his shaft. Kate watched fascinated by his uncut penis, half of the head stuck out from beneath the foreskin, and the loose skin moved back and fourth as Ricky moved. He carried a large wooden tray covered with small banana leaves, on top of which were some of the best- looking empenadas I had ever seen. We also had fried plantain, and a white garlic sauce with an incredible aroma.

Ricky talked about the good time we had in the hot tub last night. I did not know if he knew about the Nae's extra fun, although from the way he acted, I think Nae had told him every detail. I said, "The only thing that could have made it better was a massage."

Ricky said, "Would you like one? Nae is a licensed massage therapist and we have a table out back."

Kate perked up at this, but I said, "Maybe later, after breakfast I really want to go down to the beach and relax."

Ricky continued, "That would be great. Since you're freshly showered, Nae can do Kate as soon as you finish eating, I'll tell Nae to meet you at the table."

Ricky put the tray down and left. Kate and I picked at the food, and sipped coffee for a few minutes, but we really were more interested in the planned activities. We pushed the half-eaten meal aside and stepped out into the morning. Behind the bungalow, we found Ricky standing at the massage table. Ricky took Kate by the arm and led her to the table. He told her to remove her clothing, lie on the table and cover herself with the sheet. He said Nae would be along soon. I left with Ricky as Kate dropped her robe and climbed on the table.

Since it was a short walk to the beach and everyone had already seen me nude, I decided to be brave and leave my robe in the bungalow. I walked nude over the dune and saw Angel standing in the surf, fishing. He was nude also. His buttocks were firm, almost sculpted. He turned and I saw what Kate had felt when we got in the car; this man was hung. His cock was as big around as my arm, and hanged halfway to his knees. His balls looked like two tennis balls in their sack. I wished Kate could be here to see this treat. I couldn't help but wonder how much blood it must take to fill that thing when he gets excited. We waved to each other. 

I settled in to read a novel I had picked up at the airport. Before I finished the first chapter, Ricky arrived and removed his clothing. He still had the lipstick on his dick from earlier but I pretended to ignore it. 

"Don't worry about Kate. I just left her with Nae, she's in good hands. I think it's shaping up to be a massage she'll never forget," reported Ricky. He continued, "I am sorry, I didn't realize I was unzipped this morning. I hope I didn't show too much when I brought breakfast. You see, Nae was giving me a massage and we could hear you thru the flowers. You were in the shower, so we had to stop to watch. Nae loved the way Kate climbed up you, and well, I guess you have figured, she is very talented orally." 

I actually had no knowledge of Nae's oral ability, but as that was the second time she had blown him since our arrival, she must be good; I just nodded. He added, "I hope you don't mind that we watched you, it was incredible."

My cock stirred at the thought of them watching what may have been the best sex of our lives. Ricky noticed I was getting harder, and said it was ok, no need for me to be embarrassed. All I could do was smile, and my cock grew hard as I relived the memory.

*****

Nae did not say a word, just went straight to her work; she pulled the sheet down to Kate's buttocks, and began working her oiled hands up and down Kate's back. She worked from her butt to her shoulders, then back down the sides. Kate felt a tingle when Nae's hands brushed the sides of her breasts, but Nae didn't linger and kept working. Next, Nae worked on Kate's feet, and then up her legs. Kate was wiggling, and the sheet fell off, but she never noticed. Nae continued working her legs and eventually reached her buttocks.

"Do you mind? I am going to massage your glutes now." Kate turned her head to make eye contact with Nae for the first time. She grinned, and moaned an acknowledgement. She noticed that Nae was completely nude, as well as the missing sheet. Kate was too relaxed to worry and too comfortable to care. She had never looked closely at Nae earlier, and took the opportunity now; Nae had firm, and perky breasts which seemed to defy gravity. They were huge, topped with large hard nipples. 

Nae started working on Kate's round ass. She worked her hands deeply into the muscles, working from the hips inward. Soon, she was working the muscles around Kate's anus. Kate had never allowed anyone to touch her there, but she was too relaxed to say anything. Before Kate knew it, Nae slipped her thumb into Kate's ass, and began rubbing her fingers against her thumb through Kate's vagina. Kate got hot, something she did not expect; the idea of sex with a woman normally disgusted her, but right now, it just seemed right. 

Nae worked her like this for a few minutes, and then asked Kate to roll over. Kate flipped onto her back, naked on the table under Nae. Nae began working on her neck, then her shoulders and stomach. She again massaged Kate's feet and again worked up her legs toward her pelvis. Kate's body relaxed, allowing a leg to fall off the table, leaving her wide open and displaying her shaved pussy for Nae. Nae continued rubbing until there was a large wet spot on the table, then without warning, leaned in and blew on Kate's clit. Her tongue darted out and licked up one side and down the other, careful not to enter but staying between the inner and outer labia. Kate tensed but soon relaxed, it felt good having a skilled tongue and no whiskers. She grabbed Nae's head and pulled her in. Nae pushed her tongue in as far as she could and sucked, licked and blew on the sensitive parts until Kate tensed and had her second orgasm of the day. Kate's ejaculated fluids hit Nae in the face, soaking her down to her breasts.

The girls lay together in the sun hugging. When the afterglow began to die, and the moment started feeling awkward, Nae rose, covered Kate with the sheet and told her, "When you're ready, get up, put on your robe, take a long shower and we will all see you on the beach. Please don't worry. I find you sexy, and alluring. I am very much in love with Ricky but cannot resist a woman so beautiful. Your husband will understand. Mine does. And yours seems like a keeper."

Kate got up and wandered back to her room where she stood under the shower for twenty minutes, unsure of the emotions she was experiencing. While uncertain, she was excited; she was on vacation and enjoying the awakening of her sexuality.

*****

The sun was wonderful but I was glad to be in the shade of the gazebo. I looked up from my novel and soaked in the scene of the beach. Small sand birds were running along the water's edge. Ricky was in his gazebo reading and Angel was still fishing, or was he? Nae was standing with Angel, their backs toward shore. They were deep enough that the crystal blue water was just below Nae's ass. I could no longer see Angel's dick hanging between his legs; I blinked to see better and sure enough, Nae had his monster in her hand. She was stroking him and they must have been at it for a while because the next thing I saw was his white sperm fly out and land in the water. She looked up and kissed him on the cheek, then came bouncing out of the water to greet both Ricky and I.




Florida Vacation



I watched his huge cock as it deflated, I had thought it was big earlier, but now I was truly impressed. I wished Kate were here to see this, a cock bigger than any I had ever seen before.

Nae was nude except for a fishnet robe, which truly accessorized her body. She bounded up to my cabana with a smile, "I am glad you and Kate are here. She is such a sweet person." She looked at me critically, "You'd better be careful. It looks like you are getting too much sun." 

I thanked her for her concern, and asked, "Where is Kate?"

Nae replied with a wide grin, "She is so relaxed now, she went back to your bungalow to shower and sleep for a while. Why don't you put on more sun screen and relax before going to check on her."

With that, she skipped over to Ricky's gazebo. Ricky, focused on his book, paid no attention as she approached. She crawled onto his body, kissed his legs and made her way past him onto the gazebo platform. He put down his book long enough to smile and wink at her and then continued reading.

Nae laughed and I heard her say, "You will not ignore ME mister." I looked, saw her grab his limp dick in her hand and her head dive right at his balls. I saw him stiffen in her hand while she licked his balls, continuing until he was fully erect.

Ricky put down his book, and said, "That chapter is done, now for this chapter." He leaned back on his arms, and enjoyed the tongue-lashing. Ricky had been right; she was gifted orally. I had never seen anyone truly make love to a cock the way she did, licking up and down, in and out, fast and slow; she never stayed with one method long, but kept changing, and Ricky kept enjoying. I did not want to openly watch, but they made no attempt to hide their amour.

Nae stopped, she and Ricky looked at each other then Nae rose and walked toward me. She put a seductive wiggle in her hips as she strolled over to my cabana. She crawled onto the platform, and sat down with her legs crossed. "I can not tell you how much we enjoyed watching you and Kate in the shower. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you two. We would like to return the favor, however Kate will be asleep for a while. Will you join us in our cabana and watch as we play?"

"I promised I would not do anything without her," was all I could say.

Nae looked thoughtful, and responded, "Is watching doing something? You don't have to join, just watch. Trust me, Kate is more than satisfied right now." I gathered Nae was not telling me everything and I let my imagination run with it for now.

"OK, you make up your mind, but after enjoying your wife for the past hour with her massage, I can not take it, I need Ricky now. You can stay here, or come get a close look. You and Kate will have a lot to talk about tonight." With that, she got up, and pranced back to Ricky where she resumed her place between his legs.

I watched for a while, enjoying the show until I could no longer resist. I got up, and walked to their platform, my dick swayed awkwardly side to side as I crossed the beach. Nae looked up, smiled, and between slurps said, "I'm glad you decided to get a better view."

She sat up, held Ricky's stiff member in her hand, straddled him, and in one quick action, mounted him. I heard the sloppy sound of her juices as she began rhythmically riding him. I could see her pussy lips were swollen, almost purple with excitement. I had never noticed before, but Nae was shaved, only a patch of pubic hair remained; shaved in the shape of a heart. Her lips were smooth and wet, very wet.

As a very hetero male, I usually do not notice what other men's packages look like. I can tell you though, Ricky had a beautiful tool, his foreskin pulled back, exposing the brown heard, unlike the pasty white I have seen on others. His veins looked perfect, so dark they could have been painted or sculpted. I can say this with comfort, secure in my masculinity; he had the nicest cock I have ever seen, perfect in proportion, size, and color.

While I was lost in observing Ricky's manhood, Nae lifted herself, and allowed his cock head to play outside her lips, then slowly enter, back and forth, with strings of pre-cum connecting their bodies. Again, she lowered herself, so slowly you could tell when the head passed the ring and entered her canal. It looked so wonderful I almost came, without even having anyone touch me..

She rode Ricky for a little while then got up and went on all fours, facing me. Ricky knelt behind her and with a push, entered her. I sat, watching the joy on her face, only a foot away, her breasts swaying, her nipples brushing the mat. She looked me in the eyes, and in a low purr, said, "Do it, touch yourself. Make yourself cum in my face. You want it, and so do I. I will think of sucking you off while Ricky fucks me. I won't make you break your promise to Kate."

She closed her eyes and squirmed back into Ricky. I had so much pre-cum dripping that I did not need any lotion. The feel of my hand stroking my penis sent shocks and chills down my spine and I nearly came right then. My hand began moving, almost of its own volition, up and down, over the head, and then down the underside of my cock. 

Nae's face changed; she was nearing climax. Ricky uttered, "I'm cumming babe, oh, I want you."

Nae closed her eyes, and shuddered, tensed, and rode her orgasm for a long time. Right then, I exploded, more cum than I thought possible; it shot up, arched, and hit Nae in the face. She opened her eyes, brought back to reality by the hot sperm hitting her face. I apologized but she took a finger, wiped some cum from her face into her mouth and swallowed, "Mmm spicy. You must have had empenadas this morning."

*****

I needed to get out of the heat, both of the sun and the scene before me. I needed to get some water, and find Kate. I walked still naked, back up the trail to the bungalow. To my surprise and horror, sitting at the garden table was a group of women. Angel, now dressed in his service uniform, was serving tea and coffee cake. All five women were beautiful, dressed in their Sunday finest – flowery pastel dresses, long pearl necklaces and fancy hats. They took their tea in dainty china cups, and picked at the cake with their fingers. All in all, they seemed to be group of high society women.

The silence when I walked out in front of them was palpable. One of them dropped her teaspoon, another spat out her cake. All eyes were on me, including Angel's. 

What could I do? I smiled, waved, and said, "Excuse me ladies, I seem to be under dressed. I will be right back," and I calmly (but quickly) continued on my way. I saw Angel grinning at my embarrassment.

I paused when I heard one of the women say, "Nice ass. You may want to put on some sunscreen. You're looking a bit red." My heart skipped a beat, but I kept walking, head held high. Later I learned, the women were from the local garden club; if only they knew about the special ingredients used to keep everything fertile and blooming.

I made it into the bungalow, closed the door and lay down next to my honey. She stretched, and looked at me with sleepy eyes. I asked if she had enjoyed her massage. In a sleepy voice, she said, "Oh baby, it was the best experience I have ever had. We need to discuss it however. You know how I made you promise not to have sex with Nae without me...well... I kind of... had sex with her."

My cock began stirring again and she saw my excitement. I said, "Tell me about it."

She described the scents, the touches, and her emotions; oddly, she as she told me this tale of incredible sex, she never used any vulgarities or obscene language, no obvious sexual description. She related through her words, a flowing story of pure and unadulterated joy in a way I never could. It was magical. All I could do was hug her, hold her, and caress her

She started crying, "Honey, I thought you would be upset. You are the only one who has touched me for fifteen years. I didn't know anyone else thought I was pretty, but Nae, she...well... you know. I never knew I was a lesbian before, but I still crave men. I crave you."

"No darling, you are not lesbian. You were curious, a sexual being. I think it is wonderful. I'm happy for you. Let me tell you what happened out on the beach" I told her, in far less elegant language, about watching Nae and Ricky, and about masturbating in front of Nae.

Kate laughed and said, "I think I got the best of the deal."

I agreed and told her about the walk in the garden. She laughed so hard and so long, she couldn't breathe. I am glad she was amused at my antics.

We lounged in bed for a while, laughing, teasing, and reliving our experiences. We finally decided to get dinner, and refuel our bodies for the fun, which surely lay ahead. We dressed, and started walking into town, just as the garden club women were getting in their cars. They all looked at me and giggled.

Kate looked at them and said, "Too bad you can not see him in bloom. It is quite a sight." She grabbed my crotch, gave it a squeezed, and we walked off with our arms wrapped around each other.

*****

We returned from our afternoon on the town, more in love than ever before. We were enjoying every aspect of our vacation. We needed some alone time, no sex, and we got that too. Back at the house, we found nobody home; the garden was silent, the hot tub empty, nobody getting a massage and no one at the beach. We had the place to ourselves. 

I took the cover off of the hot tub and checked the water. Kate did not bother going to the bungalow to change; she stripped right where she stood. I followed suit and soon we were in the tub enjoying the feel of the jets on our sun drenched, and sexually charged bodies

Kate looked at me and said, "I want to eat you, right here, in the tub."

I thought this was a grand idea and sat up on the edge of the tub where she could work her magic on me. Just as we were getting into it, Kate's eyes went wide. I knew someone was standing behind me and turned around. It was Angel and he was naked. He was also fully erect. Kate looked shocked. My dick fell out of her mouth and she said, "Oh, have mercy. That is the biggest dick I have ever seen." She then asked if we could leave, she did not want to be fucked by something which would leave her unable to walk for a week. It was so large it would not even fit in her mouth.

Angel heard her comment and said, "It is ok, few women can take this. I understand. I prefer to watch because it can be painful, may I watch?" 

Kate agreed but asked him to stand within sight so she could also watch him. She began licking me again, but differently because she was watching Angel while sucking me, probably imagining her mouth around his monster cock. After a few minutes, Kate stopped, out of breath, "I can't go on anymore, I just came. I need to rest," was all she said. It was ok, and Angel appeared satisfied.

Soon, Nae and Ricky came around the corner. They dropped their robes and jumped in the tub without a word. Nae gave everyone quick pecks on the cheeks and said, "I hope I didn't miss anything." 

We laughed. Ricky produced a bottle of wine from behind the spa and poured a glass for everyone. A nice Cuban red wine, one I had never tasted before, of course, I was unaware any wine came from Cuba at all. Ricky explained that he could not import this wine legally, and then grinned and asked if I liked Cuban cigars. Never having had one, I said, "Yes, I'd love one."

Ricky got up and went into the house. Soon he came back with three cigars, and lit one for each of us. As we smoked, we talked about the making of these cigars, and the reason they were illegal for import. Pleased, Kate and I eventually excused ourselves and got out of the tub to cool off for a while. 

We stood next to the tub toweling off and Nae commented on how clean shaven Kate's pussy was an how pretty her lips looked with the water on them. Kate blushed, and parted her legs further to look for herself. Nae closed in, slipped between Kate's legs, and began kissing Kate's mound. Kate didn't flinch from the touch, but instead reached over and put one hand on my thigh and the other on Nae's head. It was a grand sight, Nae was half in the water, half-standing, eating my wife out. Behind Nae sat Angel and Ricky, obviously enjoying the view. Angel's monster cock stuck out of the water, while Ricky sat back, puffing on his cigar, and watching with admiration. 

Not wanting me to miss the show, Kate began sucking my dick again. Ricky moved behind Nae's ass and started licking her pussy. Angel stood beside Nae, placed his cock under her breasts, and began fucking her tits. Kate reached down to fondle Nae, and in turn, feel Angel's cock. She obviously liked what she was feeling; never before had she felt another woman's breasts.

All five of us were in bliss. Ricky had to get out of the water, and suggested we adjourn to the deck. Everyone agreed and got out of the tub. Kate rolled onto her back, Nae started sucking Kate's left breast, me her right. Ricky took Nae's place between Kate's legs. Everyone but Angel was getting a piece of Kate, and she told him, "I may not be able to suck you, but I can nibble. Get over here."

Angel straddled Kate's face, allowing his balls to dangle over her mouth making it appear as if she was bobbing for apples. She reached up stroked him with both hands. This hulk of a man was obviously happy with the treatment he was getting. I loved seeing Kate enjoying herself. 

Nae and I each worked on a breast, Kate's neck and her stomach. Sometimes we met and kissed each other while pleasuring Kate. Nae interrupted, "Kate, can your husband fuck you right now. I have something I have been dying to do." 

Kate was curious and said, "Yeah, sure." Ricky moved away, I moved over, and slid in with ease. Nae produced a pillow, and slid it under Kate's ass and instructed us to spread our legs as wide as we could. Nae then proceeded to eat us both at the same time. With her head tucked under my ass, she licked Kate's slit as I slid my shaft in and out. She licked my balls, Kate's labia, my shaft, and both of our anuses.

I looked up and saw Ricky with his dick buried deep in Nae's ass. He was leaning over on top of her back and licking the back of her neck. In a matter of minutes, Angel groaned, and spewed a load, which landed in my hair and all over Kate's breasts. I in turn released deep inside Kate's pussy; she tensed and began breathing in ladder steps, and then came so hard, we could hear Nae choking on the gushing fluids. Nae kept eating both of us ferociously, and we heard her coming as Ricky unloaded deep into her bowels.

We lay on the deck for a few minutes, and then one by one, slithered back into the hot tub to wash off and bask in the glow.

*****

We could barely sleep. We had experienced things in the past twenty-four hours which both excited us and scared us. We made love again and decided to go watch the sunrise over the ocean. We went out as the first hint of red hit the sky and headed to the beach wearing our Hawaiian wraps. A cool shore fog hung in the air, kissing all it touched with its misty fingers. We walked on the beach, barefoot. I heard speedboat somewhere off shore, racing into the rising sun.

Angel and Ricky stood in the water; their linen pants clung to their legs from the knees down. They were lifting wooden crates out of the water and stacking them on the beach. They appeared shocked when they saw us. Ricky admonished us for sneaking up on them, "Good Morning. Please go, you didn't see anything. Understand?" 

No, not really, this was a different behavior for Ricky. We left quickly, ignoring the sound of the speedboat fading in the distance.

The fog thickened at sunrise, not an uncommon event for this time of the year. Kate and I walked hand in hand down the beach, the moisture feeling cool on our skin. Periodically she put her hand on my waist, and played with my thin cotton wrap. It was a great walk. We made each other laugh, we chased each other thru the shallow waves, and we kicked water at each other. When one caught the other, we kissed passionately. 

Kate caught me by the wrap during one chase; she pulled and it came off in her hands. She stopped, laughed, and taunted me with the wrap. I stood on the beach, naked. After chasing for another five minutes, she said, "Tell you what, I know how much you like running around nude, so stay that way. The fog is heavy enough, and it is so early, we won't see anyone. We haven't seen a soul all morning; it's still too early. Besides, if someone comes along, I'll cover you." 

I decided to accept her kind offer. There is nothing like the feeling of walking around outside without a stitch. Besides, she will cover me if we do come across anyone. We walked another mile, our legs were beginning to tire so we sat down on the beach to rest. As the fog began lifting, I saw a man fishing in the shallow water. I had not seen him before and wondered how long he had been there.

Kate leaned to my ear, and whispered, "Let's head back." She got up, and ran back down the beach with my wrap trailing behind her.

I sat, waiting for her to return, but she obviously was not going to do so; I had to get up and run after her. I hoped the fisherman wouldn't notice; three... two... one... I sprinted in Kate's direction. I heard the fisherman whistle a cat call as I ran, then to my left, I heard Kate's laugh. She ran after me at full speed, tackled me and rolled with me on the sand. When we finally stopped, I realized Kate did not have my wrap. Nor did she have hers. She too was nude. It was as natural as could be.

We splashed and ran in the waves for a while and before we knew it, the fog had lifted. I asked Kate where our wraps were and she said they were on the post at the edge of the dunes. She pointed, but there was no post anywhere nearby. Well back up the beach, we could barely see them. We could also see a group of people gathering near the post, apparently setting up a picnic.

I posed the question, "Shall we go get them, or take a chance and walk home like this, it is up to you my dear."

Timidly, she replied, "We really ought to get them. What if Angel is having another tea party, I do not want to be a treat too." She giggled, "Besides, they look young. We can show them what they will look like in twenty years." That said, she slapped my ass and ran toward them.

I followed, took her hand, and we strolled up to the group as if we were not nude. One of the guys watched as we walked up. The girls, who were sunning topless covered themselves. 

"Hi guys, those wraps are ours, please excuse us," was all I could think to say. There was eight of them, all college age, equally split between girls and guys..

One of the sunbathers stood up, dropped her covering and held out a hand, "Hi, I'm Renee. Sure, get them if you really insist, but I would rather you didn't." She looked us up and down, and pulled at the top of her thong.

One man stood and greeted my wife, "Hi, I'm Shane. Renee is the friendly one of the crowd. She told us this beach was private, not nude. Sorry dude, we were not expecting to see you here, you know."

I apologized and asked them why they were not at work or in school. One of the guys spoke up, "We have classes tomorrow, but this afternoon we are off." We talked for about ten minutes, then I realized we were still the only nude ones there. I paused, apologized again and reached for our wraps. 

Renee burst out, "Stop, no need for you to be the only ones." She stood, put a thumb under each side of her thong and pulled it down and off. Her friends all turned and stared, mouths dropping open. She was stunning. I know girls did not look like that when I was that age. She had small perky breasts. Her left nipple was pierced with a little silver bar. She was shaved into a thin landing strip over a shaved pussy. Kate punched my shoulder to bring me back to reality.




Florida Vacation



Everyone else stood to greet us. The other topless girl also dropped the remainder of her suit. She was plump and had breasts larger than Kate did. She was also pale; probably the first time she had ever been nude outside. It was great to see her have the courage to strip in front of both friends and strangers.

Shane then rose, dropped his boxers, and reached into his backpack. He had a very hairy ass, and when he turned back around, his pubic hair was so thick, I could barely see his genitals. He had pulled a joint out of his pack, and asked if we wanted to join in a smoke. 

We passed the fatty around, laughed, and got high. One by one, the others shed their clothes. Two of the guys left their pants on, obviously covering hard-ons. Kate teased them about proving they were men, saying that if they were real men, they would not let these naked women intimidate them. The last two guys looked back and forth, and dared each other to be first to strip. Finally, all the gals began to count to three... two... one..., and at the same time, both of the guys dropped their shorts. They were both sporting hard dicks. They were embarrassed and we laughed at their expense.

We hung out with this group for a while. A second joint came out, and soon, everyone was nude. The two guys who we had teased into stripping, had moved off with their girlfriends. We could see them in the dunes, side by side, their girlfriends blowing them. The guys were egging each other on, and we heard, "I'll bet I cum first."

Shane asked if we should go watch. Renee jumped at the opportunity, but Kate used this as an opportunity for us to excuse ourselves. She grabbed my hand, and led me away. After a hundred yards, she stopped, told me to wait, and ran back to get our wraps. She soon returned with wraps in hand, and remaining nude, we walked back to the bed and breakfast. We passed joggers, fishermen, and people out feeding the birds; ignoring their stares, we reveled in our nudity. It felt normal to be nude, to be walking in the cool morning breeze without clothing.

We saw the cabanas ahead and could see one was occupied. We couldn't see who was there, only shapes, but we kept approaching nevertheless. Eventually, we could make out Nae, kneeling in front of Angel and Ricky and blowing both of them. She had Ricky, deep in her throat, one hand cupping his balls. The other hand was caressing Angel's cock, up and down, almost as if her hand had a mind of its own. Nae then pushed her finger into Ricky's ass, apparently rubbing his prostate. Her head switched to Angel's giant cock and we watched the head slide in.

Ricky leaned back, and shot large gobs of thick white cum onto Nae's breasts. She pulled her finger from Ricky's ass and shoved it into Angel. In less than a minute, Angel's cum was mixed with Ricky's on Nae's breasts. 

Ricky noticed our presence, and invited us to join them in the cabana. He apologized for his earlier behavior, claiming he did not know what was in the boxes, but did not want us harmed. After all, many illegal things happen on this beach. 

Meanwhile, Nae walked into the ocean to wash off in the waves. She returned, grinning from ear to ear, "I was hoping I could have had all four of you for that last bit, not just two. Maybe later."

******

Angel regained his composure. He reminded us that we were going home today, and had to leave in one hour. We wanted to shower before going home. We headed up the trail back to our cabin, walking arm in arm, still nude, and basking in the glow of our weekend. 

We walked straight thru the cabin to the shower where I turned on both showerheads. I turned around. Kate was already standing with her back to the shower soaping her hair. I had never seen her so relaxed. Soap and water cascaded down her body as she lathered her hair, running down her body, and dripping from her breasts. I stepped close to her, and began kissing her passionately, a deep heart felt kiss. It made us both weak in the knees. 

Kate noticed my cock was hard again, pressed between our bodies. She gave me a naughty but playful look, then turned her back to me, bent over and began wiggling her ass against my stiff cock. She turned to look at me, and pushed back, running my member just under her moist lips, then she stood, turned, and purred, "You will need to wait for more. We can't keep Angel waiting." She kissed me, and continued her shower. 

I stood in awe as I watched my sex kitten shower, bathing in the glow of her new found sensuality.

We returned to the room to find our bags packed, and our travel clothes lain out, pressed and ready to go. We giggled as we got dressed, and talked about our trip. We could smell the salt air, botanical soaps on our bodies, and hear the screams of passion from this weekend still ringing in our heads. On our way to the car, half way across the garden, Kate stopped, removed her undies, and rolled them up into her hand.

Nae and Ricky were in the living room, also freshly showered. Angel was in his uniform and packing our bags in the car. We talked with our hosts for a few moments, making plans for a return trip. We kissed, hugged, and then went to the car. Kate jumped into the front seat while I rode in the back seat all alone.

I started watching the scenery go by as we rode in silence to the airport. Soon I looked into the front seat. I only saw Angel. Kate was missing. I leaned forward to ask Angel what happened, and I could see Kate on the floor board, her top off. She had unzipped Angels pants, pulled him out, and was sucking his balls while stroking him. I could see precum dripping out of his monster cock. His right hand was stroking her breasts which hung below her. Kate sucked one ball into her mouth, then exchange it for the other. I could see she was enjoying her road meal.

Angel slowed the pace of the car, and leaned back to enjoy being sucked off while driving. He breathed in deep, clenched his teeth, and I could hear Kate giggle. She sat up, flipped her hair back out of her face as she sat up. She looked at me with gobs of cum in her hair and face, grinning from ear to ear. She remained topless, and drew close to Angel, sitting beside him, fondling his deflating cock as we drove. As we pulled into the airport, she replaced his cock, zipped his pants, and kissed him on the cheek. Realizing she was still topless, she began searching for her shirt in earnest. 

The police man who was directing traffic at the airport noticed her state of undress, and pointed at our car to stop for pedestrians. Noticing his attention, Kate sat up, ran her hands up her sides, over her breasts, squeezing her nipples while looking the police man streight in the eyes. She reached down, and slowly donned her blouse while the cop kept our car blocked. As she reached the last button, he flagged us on, tipping his hat to Kate as we passed.

Angel pulled up to the curb, got out and handed our bags to the porter. He opened the back door, shook my hand and I thanked him for a wonderful time. He held out a hand to help Kate out of the car. She stood, reached up and placed one hand around Angel's neck to kiss him goodbye. I turned to leave but noticed Kate had unzipped Angel's pants with her free hand, and was fondling him as they hugged. 

Kate bound away and we headed to the gate. As the plane lifted off, I asked Kate what happened next to the car. She said she had stuffed her panties into his pants, and grabbing one last feel, something to remember until next time.



Florida Vacation



I was in Florida, on a break from my job and visiting friends. I was staying in a dive motel in Pensacola Beach and visiting different people each day. Each evening I would return to the hotel and then plan the next day's visit that evening. There wasn't much to do after that though and my mind started to wander.

I imagined myself going out and buying a few women's outfits while I was there. I had been dressing for many years now and even brought some panties and a bra with me on the trip. I always liked to dress when I travel, even making sure I have panties and a bra on when I drive on a weekend trip.

I felt brazen because no one knew me in this town and if I paid in cash, they wouldn't know my name. So what if I got a few weird stares, I would never see those people again. So the second day after visiting my friends who lived to the east, I drove back and stopped off at a K-Mart. I walked all through the store and couldn't bring up the courage to buy anything. I hopped back in my car and moved along.

The next store I stopped at was a super Wal-Mart. I wandered through the store and noticed they had self-checkout lines. That was the push I needed. I could scan and bag all the goods I was going to purchase. I still didn't have the courage to select items from the women's department, but I did pick out three things. It was Halloween time, so I picked up a barmaid's dress and a wig, then two t-shirts to put on either side and hide the fact that I was carrying a women's costume around.

I made my way to the checkout, got into a short line, and scanned and bagged my items as quick as possible. I got back to the hotel and immediately tried on the dress and wig. It felt smooth against my skin and I stayed dressed the rest of that evening. 

The next day, after visiting my next group of friends to the west, I found another super Wal-Mart on the way home. This one was in a shady part of town, so there were no self-checkout lines. I wandered the women's wear and then headed to the Halloween section. There was a greater assortment of costumes, including some short dresses for adult women. One particularly caught my attention. It was a sexy maid's outfit. I went and picked out a pirate costume, then grabbed the maid's outfit and another little dress for a pixie and made my way to the checkout.

I got into the shortest line, but the woman in the front ended up taking forever. I just stood there nervously, going over a story in case anyone talked to me. However, being a stranger, no one did. When I got to the checkout, the cashier just scanned the three costumes, bagged them, then handed me my receipt and I went on my way.

I made it back to the hotel and grabbed the bags with the costumes out of the trunk. I started to make my way along the outside corridor to my door when three black guys came out of a room a few doors down from mine. They started walking my way, obviously heading for the parking lot. As I passed them, I turned slightly so we wouldn't bump shoulders, and the first guy looked down to make sure he had clearance from me and my bags. He stopped and I could see him looking through the clear plastic bag which was on facing him. I looked down too and noticed you could see right through and read the cardboard attachment describing the maid's outfit and in an adult women's size. I was even with the third guy when I realized the first one had turned around and had begun to follow me back towards our rooms.

I got to my door and he came up and asked if I planned on wearing the maid's outfit soon. I don't know what possessed me to confirm that I was, but the words came out of my mouth. I slipped my card key into the lock and pulled it out. I saw the green light illuminate and then saw the first black guy's hand open my door and step inside. He went in and sat down at the desk that was next to the bed. I followed him in and then heard the other two file in and then close the door.

I was told to put on my costume and model it for the three of them. I was so horny at this point that I did. I went into the bathroom, slipped on the costume, my panties, and the wig. I came out in the black maid's outfit, black panties, black long hair, little silky cuffs, a headpiece with lacy trim, and a little fake duster.

I saw the guy at the desk unzip his pants and pull out his cock. He told me to come over and clean his dirty rod. I went over, bent over, and began dusting it with my fake duster. It started to rise and I estimated that it was halfway erect at five inches after my dusting. He told me it was still pretty dirty and might need a spit shine.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to lick up and down the length of his cock. This got him all the way erect and his long black cock stood ten inches to attention. I gave his shaft a thorough licking, then took his head into my mouth and circled it with my tongue. I licked around the edge and then spent some time pressing the tip of my tongue into the slit of his cockhead.

The leader, who had his cockhead in my mouth, then stood up and told me he was going to treat me like a golf ball washer. He grabbed the back of my head and began moving his hips so that he was fucking my mouth. I understood the ball washer reference as my mouth became the hole filled with liquid and he was driving in and out of it to get his cock cleaned.

With each thrust, he tried to drive his cock further into my throat. I gagged on each attempt for the first twenty or so, but then began to relax and let his cock slide down my throat. A few minutes later, he was long dicking my mouth. He would pull out until only his head was in my mouth, then drive his shaft inside me until his balls were on my chin. He would pause there until I would look up at him, then he would pull out again. Finally, I just stared up into his eyes and he just pounded away on my mouth, driving down my throat followed by a withdrawal to the edge.

I managed to take breaths through my nose when he would pull his cock out of my throat, but they were short breaths with the break neck pace he had begun to set. After what seemed like an eternity, he had only his cock head in my mouth when I felt a flood of cum begin shooting. Thankfully, he didn't drive forward again, but just let my mouth fill with his seed. When he had drained himself totally, he commanded me to show him how much I had. I did as ordered and then swallowed it all when he told me I had to. It felt thick and tasted salty, but not as bad as I was expecting.

The leader tucked his cock away and the other two guys stood up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the doorway. He opened the door and the four of us walked outside and toward the parking lot. He told me that they were heading to get food when they came upon me and that they were going to go know. I was obviously along for the ride.

The leader let go of my hand when we got to the car, but it was shortly grabbed again by his buddy. He led me around to the passenger's door and opened it. He slid into the bucket seat, used his free hand to slide the seat all the way back, and then pulled me inside so that I was on my knees in front of him. The third guy jumped into the back.

The car was started and the guy in front of me unzipped his fly and fished out another monster cock. I grabbed it with one hand and guided it into my mouth. I started sucking him off, taking about half of his nine inches into my mouth. When I felt comfortable though, I let his shaft slide down my throat like I had been taught to do by the driver.

I felt the car stop and start like we were at traffic lights, then turn and pause with the engine running. The driver asked everyone for an order and I realized he had gone to a drive through restaurant. I kept on sucking his buddy's cock while the order was placed. The driver made sure to ask for a special order. Once complete, he informed me that I was to keep sucking, but be sure to angle my head towards him so the takeout window person could be sure to see me with a huge cock in my mouth.

We pulled up to the window and I saw a young looking kid there in shock at what he was seeing. The driver just asked him if he had ever seen a white slave girl before and they all started laughing. I saw the kid go back for some of the order, then return with two other friends and a girl. Everyone wanted to see the white maid with her mouth full of cock. They all watch me staring at them as I deep-throated the guy in the passenger's seat.

A few minutes later, the complete order came. Surprisingly, as the driver was paying, so did the guy I was sucking. He pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face. His first shot hit me in the forehead, his second in the right eye as I angled my head back. I could feel the rest flying into my open mouth, then the rest dripping down over my top lip. Some of the shot that hit my right eye trickled down my cheek and onto my neck.

I scooped some of the cum away from my eye as we pulled out of the burger king. The passenger kept his cock aimed at my mouth and made me lick his cock dry as we drove back to the hotel, or so I thought that's where we were going. I just continued to have a long make out session with the passenger's cock while each of the guys ate their food.

Eventually, we came to a stop and the guys got out. I was pulled out and realized we were at a sex shop. We went inside and the leader bought a few items, including breast forms, fishnet stockings, high heel stilettos, make-up, and some anal lube. The shop keeper helped outfit me with a great set of 36c's and then let me put on the stockings, stilettos, and some make-up in a mirror he had out back.

I came back and looked a little different, much more feminine and sultrier, although the cum dried on my face and neck certainly added to that persona. The guys thanked the shopkeeper and we headed back into the car. This time I was dragged into the back with the third guy. 

Once inside, he pulled me so I was lying across his lap. He lifted my dress, slid my panties aside, and pulled the anal lube out. I then felt a lubed finger penetrate my ass. Then another and another. Soon I had his three fingers sliding in and out of my ass, finger fucking me until I was nicely loose back there. 

Once I was nicely primed for him, I was turned so my back was against the seat and facing forward. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, a fat eight incher. He applied some lube to it, then lifted my legs up and put them on his shoulders. My little ass was fully exposed to him as he slid my panties aside once more. I felt his cockhead at my doorstep, then watched as it disappeared beyond my outer boundaries and felt his cock begin to fill me up. It took him some time to ease all the way in and I didn't think my ass could stretch to fit his girth, but he was slow and let my ass distend until I would allow him to slide further in. Once completely buried, with his balls against my ass, he peered down and smiled. I was so hot at watching him slowly slide his cock all the way inside me that my own cock was fully erect inside my lace black thong.

Then he began to fuck me. He pulled halfway out and then drove all the way back in slowly. He did it again a moment later. Then again as I looked down and saw his thick black cock emerge from my insides, then disappear. He was standing up and leaned over the top of me with my legs near the top of the back seat. I had my hands to the sides to balance myself, but as he picked up his pace I positioned them on his hips to help drive him all the way inside me. I was barely aware of the stops and starts that the car was making as I got my once tight little asshole reamed in a way I never knew possible.

Time seemed to stop as I stared into my lover's eyes, much like I had done while blowing my other two boyfriends earlier. I could feel my loose asshole being fucked deeper now. My lover was pulling his cock most of the way out of me, then driving his log back inside. Every couple of minutes though, he would change and just jackhammer my ass with shorter quicker thrusts. 

I really started to breath heavily now and could feel some sweat dripping down from his chest and hitting my new fake titties. I pulled down the top of my dress to expose my new nipples and then felt him bury his cock all the way inside me.

A torrent of cum filled my insides and I exploded into my panties too. We climaxed together and then he collapsed on top of me. My hamstrings were burning from the extreme stretch they were getting and he finally pulled out and slid in next to me in the backseat. I readjusted my panties, but felt them begin to get soaked immediately from the pool of cum leaking from my now widened asshole.

We pulled into the hotel and I was shakily helped out of the car. I was led behind the leader down the corridor and into their hotel room. Once inside, I was thrown down on the bed on my stomach. The leader grabbed a pillow, shoved it under my hips so my ass was off the bed, pulled my sopping wet panties aside and shoved his rock hard cock inside me.

He fucked me hard while I grabbed another pillow and used it to muffle my moans and screams of pleasure. He was a little longer than the first guy to fuck me, and a lot rougher. He had his hands on my shoulders at one point, slapping my ass at another. At one point, he sat on my ass and pulled both my legs up one at a time until he guided my hand around the heel of my stiletto. I was bent back while he held the small of my waist and fucked me hard.

When I got into this position, the last guy to fuck me jumped on the bed in front of me and forced his cock into my mouth. The two guys found a rhythm where they both stuffed their cocks all the way inside me at the same time, then pulled out at the same time. When they were both inside me, I had nineteen inches of cock inside me.

The leader finally came inside me and pulled out. The guy in my mouth buried his cock inside me until I felt like I was going to pass out, then took it out completely. He turned me onto my side, slid up behind me, and easily shoved his nine-incher in. He also fucked me hard, holding my arms back and forcing my fake titties out. At this, the first guy to fuck me started to shift and I could see he was getting aroused again. He stripped down naked and I saw his rock hard eight inch cock standing straight up and ready for more action. 

My ass was getting pounded as the first guy got on the bed. He pushed me so that I rolled onto the guy fucking me. He spread my legs so that they were on either side of the hips of the guy who had nine inches buried in my ass now. Then he crept forward and guided his cockhead against my extremely lubricated and extremely loose asshole. It took much longer than the first time in the car and hurt ten times worse, but eventually he got his cock buried inside me along with his buddy. I thought nineteen inches in my ass and mouth was bad. I now had seventeen in my ass alone.

At this site though, the leader jumped on the bed and kneeled by my head. He guided his half limp cock at my lips and let me lick his shaft while his buddies lifted me up and then pulled me back down on top of their cocks. I couldn't feel anything as my asshole was numb now, but knew I was amazingly being fucked. To add to it, the leader's cock was now erect from my tongue caressing and he guided it into my mouth. I was sucking his cockhead, and being pounded by his buddies.

We kept this up for a long time until I felt the guy under me begin to buck and flood my ass. Shortly thereafter, the guy on top of me followed suit. The leader let his buddies out and then pulled out of my mouth and jacked off all over my face as I lay there exhausted. He released a smaller amount of cum right across my chin.

Then the three guys showered and got dressed and went out. About an hour later, I built up the strength to stand up and leave the room. I got into the corridor outside and headed down to my room. I keyed in, wiped the cum from my face, licked it off my hand, swallowed it down then fell face first onto the bed and passed out.



Florida Vacation



Be warned - this story is fairly long. I hope it gives you something to read over the holiday.

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Mom and Jen were already home when I arrived late from college. I had taken the Greyhound, trying to save money, but traffic had been heavy outside Washington and I arrived late. As soon as I walked through the door they started up. Where had I been? Why was I so late? Didn't I know we were supposed to be on the road by now?

I grinned and shrugged and said take it easy and took the keys to the SUV off Mom, kissed her on the cheek, kissed my sister on the cheek and said, "Don't worry. I packed for the trip. I've got everything I need and I'm ready to go."

"Now?" Mom said, surprised.

"You said we need to be on the way. Are you ready or not?"

Mom nodded and we went out to the Jeep and I backed out from the drive and turned right, to the south, which was, I thought, a good omen. It was two weeks into December and in Columbus, Ohio, a light snow was falling and the temperature had been below freezing for weeks. We had a fourteen hour drive ahead of us even if we didn't stop. It was 4 p.m. on a gray Sunday afternoon and we planned to drive overnight and into the next day, all the way to Pensacola, FLA, where my Mom's best friend Debbi and her husband Jack and daughter Bella would be waiting for us on their catamaran.

I went to college in Washington, my sister in Baltimore, and even though we were less than an hour apart we only ever saw each other when we came home. That was a little more often than it used to be since Dad died in the Spring of the year before. Neither of us liked to think of Mom sitting at home on her own so we tried to get back every chance we could.

She seemed to be coming out of it now. For a while she did little but stare at the wall. Then came bouts of crying. Six months in she had an unaturally bouyant mood but that was just a rebound, and after nine months she was quiet and withdrawn again. But over the summer she seemed like she was coming to terms with it, and when Jen and I had spoken earlier in the week we both hoped this vacation might be a turning point.

It had been four years since Mom had seen Debbi and Jack. When Dad was alive we used to meet up almost every year. They had been best friends in college, the two girls and two men sharing form rooms, getting together and forming a lifelong bond. We used to go out to visit at least once a year, down to Florida where the heat melted the ice out of our northern bones.

Then Dad got ill, and the illness took a long slow toll on him before the end. None of us had felt much like a vacation. I was the eldest and had gone to college a year before my sister. She was eighteen months younger, but the way our birthdays worked out only a year behind in school. I had been away when Dad died. Jen had been at home, and I knew that had been a tough time on her.

Now, maybe some sun and warmth was going to do us all good.

As I turned onto I-70, which would take us all the way to Louisville where we planned to stop for a late dinner, I said, "Pick some tunes, Mom. You can even choose something for yourself."

She was sitting in back, but still managed to lean over and punch me on the back of my shoulder.

"Hands off the driver," I said.

After a couple of minutes she passed a CD over and Jen slipped it into the slot on the dash and a moment later the unmistakable opening rif started and a southern voice said "Turn it up" as Sweet Home Alabama chugged out. I looked across at Jen and she rolled her eyes, but we both liked the song and from the back Mom said, "You two just shut up and let an old woman wallow in nostalgia."

Up front we both laughed. It was not as if Mom was that old. She had married Dad young, had me when she was barely eighteen, then Jen arrived before she was twenty. Now her next birthday would take her into her forties. That had been the other topic of conversation between Jen and me on the phone: how could we get Mom dating again. Neither of us knew how to raise the subject, and we had batted it between us for twenty minutes without coming up with any answers.

I had tried raising the subject last time I was home, just me, Jen was still in Baltimore but I had managed a long weekend and taken the bus back to Columbus. I had steered the conversation, not very subtly, around to whether she had any men friends yet.

We had been standing at the sink washing our plates after dinner. Mom had taken her soapy hands out of the water and put her arms around me. She stood about five-five to my six-two and her head came somewhere on my chest.

"Why would I want to date, Will?" she muttered against my shirt. "You're my man now. I don't need anyone else."

I could feel the way her breasts flattened against my belly, the stiff edges along the undersides of her bra sticking into me. Her head was turned sideways against my chest, the top of her head under my chin. I could smell the scent of her shampoo and the scent of her and grew suddenly uncomfortable as I felt my cock begin to thicken in my pants. She was hugging me so tight I couldn't turn to one side or she would know something was up, but I didn't know if she would be able to feel my response if we stayed this close, so I concentrated on thinking about something else, anything else, and prayed my body didn't betray me.

It was not as if I had thought about Mom that way before. Well... not often, anyway. She had always been hot, slim and pretty and bright and when teenage hormones kicked in she was the available fantasy figure; but it had always felt kind of wrong, and kind of exactly like a fantasy, something that was never going to happen. I had had the same thoughts about Jen too when she started to blossom, with the same attitude. Nice to look at, bad to touch.

I let Mom pull against me, making no move to disentangle myself and eventually she drew away and looked up at me, her wet hands on my arms leaving my shirtsleeves damp.

I knew she was waiting for a kiss. We kissed a lot: Mom, Jen, me. Even Dad when he had been around, though he would not kiss me, but there were always a plenty of hugs. I knew if Mom glanced down she was bound to see the bulge in the front of my pants so I leaned over and popped a little kiss on her cheek.

She stayed where she was and pouted.

I waited a moment to see if she was joking, then knew she wasn't so went back down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Better," she said, smiling now. "You know you're not allowed to stop kissing your Mom, however old you get."

"OK, OK," I said, picking up the drying cloth.

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We stopped just the other side of Louisville for dinner. The sun had gone an hour before and we found a diner off the interstate in Sheperdsville. We were back on the road inside the hour and Jen took over behind the wheel. Mom changed places and sat beside her in front, and I stretched across the back seats and tried to catch some sleep. I didn't expect to, but after a while listening to the tires on the road everything drifted away and the next thing I knew I was suddenly woken by silence and sat up to see we had pulled into an all night truck stop.

"Wha's time?" I mumbled.

"Just after one," Jen whispered. "Mom's gone to sleep and I'm about to so I need to change places."

"S'cool," I said. "Give me a minute to come round. And I need to pee."

"That's why I stopped here. I've already been."

I washed my hands over my face and walked across to the diner. The restroom was down the side and locked. I went inside and ordered a black coffee to go and asked for the key. It wasn't the best restroom I had ever pissed in, but it wasn't the worst, and the walk over in the cool night air woke me up, and the hot coffee would help as well. I slipped it into the holder between the two front seats and pulled gently back onto the interstate.

"Where are we?" I whispered over my shoulder to Jen who was arranging herself in the back.

"Passed Nashville about an hour back," she said, her voice as low as mine.

That meant another eight hours driving. We could stop around Montgomery for breakfast and be in Pensacola by ten.

I glanced across at Mom and saw she was smiling. She opened her eyes a little and said, "Did you think I wouldn't wake up?"

"Sorry, Mom," I said.

Her smiled widened. "I always wake however quiet you two are. Mom's instinct, I guess. I'll go back to sleep now though, if that's OK."

"Sleep away," I said and watched as she wriggled in the seat to ease the kinks from her back and closed her eyes again. I found myself looking down at her legs where her skirt had bunched up and forced my eyes back to the road. Ever since that evening at home I had been looking at Mom differently, and it worried me.

Soon it was just me and the two sleeping women, the darkness slipping past, and the occasional lights of other traffic. It felt good to drive through the night, the only one awake while next to me the two women I loved most in the world slept.

The sky was just starting to gray in the east when I pulled off the interstate and drove into Montgomery and pulled up outside George's Diner. They had just opened up so the coffee and pancakes were fresh and we took turns to wash up in the restroom before heading on south. This time Mom took the wheel and Jen and I sat in back dozing, every now and then our heads lolling over and cracking together.

As we came off into Pensacola and started to approach the marina Mom gave us a yell and we sat up and tried to push back the cobwebs of sleep. I was feeling kind of nervous, and from the way Jen held herself I think she was too. I couldn't tell with Mom, never could. It had been a while since I had seen them, a while since I had seen their daughter Bella. We had all grown a lot since then.

Bel was a year younger than Jen, which made her just about turned eighteen over summer. Last time we had seen her she had been fourteen, buck toothed and freckled, with hair that couldn't decide whether it was red or auburn. She had been a tomboy, and I don't think I recalled a single time I had seen her in anything other than sweats and dungarees. Sometimes the dungarees had been cut short, but they were still dungarees.

It was just after ten when Mom pulled up in the fenced parking lot next to the marina and killed the engine. We all sat for a moment, letting the end of the journey seep through us.

Then Mom said, "There they are." She pointed through the windshield and we both leaned forward to look. Two figures jumped down from a small catamaran moored at the end of the dock.

"Aunt Debbi looks exactly the same," Jen said.

"She's not really your aunt," Mom said. "You know that. I think you can both call them Jack and Debbi now, don't you?"

We knew they were Mom and Dad's best friends, but until our last visit we had always called then Aunt Debbi and Uncle Jack. It had just been the way it was. The four of them had met in college, Mom and Debbi sharing a dorm room, Jack and Dad doing the same. It had never been mentioned, but I had the impression that Mom and Dad had not been the first couple who get together out of the four of them

Jen was right. Debbi looked as stunning as my sixteen year old hormonal memory recalled, maybe even better. She was taller than Mom and carried a little more weight, but all of it in the right places. I remembered how I had spent most of that last year looking at her breasts, and afterwards I was sure she knew what I had been doing but she had never seemed to mind.

Jack looked both older and better. Last time his dark hair had been thinning. Now he obviously went to the same hairdresser as Bruce Willis and his smooth skull was tanned dark brown. Wrap around shades hid his eyes, and his lean, muscular body moved easily across the parking lot towards us. He was not quite as tall as me, but looked hard, as though carved from some exotic wood. 

He worked the boats for most of the year, taking charters out, rich fishermen and their wives wanting to catch shark or barracuda. 

I looked at Debbi again. She wore bikini bottoms and a tee shirt that stopped above her navel, and it suddenly washed through me how much I used to get the hots for her. Four years had done little to blunt the edge of her attractiveness. Her hair, unlike her daughter's, knew what it wanted to be and auburn curls hung long past her shoulders. She had unbelievable breasts, large and mobile, and I always fantasized about what they would look like with nothing covering them. That last visit I had caught her once and found out. I still had no idea if it was deliberate or not, but I had opened the narrow door to the head and she was in there, just stepping out from the shower. She turned to me and I stopped, my mouth dropping. Then I had stammered something and rushed out, my face scarlet.

I came back to the present as Mom opened her door and stepped out, walked quickly across and all three of them formed into a group hug. After a while aunt Debbi looked across to Jen and me and waved us over and we got out and went to the three of them. Jack took my hand, his own hard and calloused and I tried the best I could to return the grip he gave me. He pulled me into a tight hug and slapped me on the back.

"You're all grown up, Billie," he said.

"We don't call him that anymore," Mom said.

"We don't?" Jack said, incredulous. "Well hell, I'll never remember that. What do we call you now then?"

"Will," I said.

"Just Will?"

I nodded. "Just Will."

"I'm glad you could make it, Will," Debbi said and pulled me inside her arms. She was taller than Mom by a couple of inches, and those breasts pressed softly against my chest and I smelled sunscreen and sweat on her. Her body felt warm and smooth and I let her hug me for a little longer than was proper, enjoying the experience.

Meanwhile Jack was giving Jen the works, and then Debbi repeated the greeting.

"Is Bella with you?" Mom asked Debbi.

"Gone into town for some late provisions. She'll be back before long. Come on, let's get your stuff stowed away, we want to head out before noon if we can."

Jack and I walked back to the parking lot to the Jeep and I opened it with the remote. Jack swung the back door open and looked at the small pile of luggage we had brought.

"Traveling light, I see."

"I guess we all figured, you know, Florida, a boat, the sea - we won't need much."

Jack grinned. He looked up at movement on the far side of the parking lot. A tall, willowy girl was running with high steps towards us, long blonde hair bouncing behind her. Just behind was an older man on a bike. I watched the girl, enchanted at the way her slim legs moved, her body swaying as she ran. The way she moved was incredible.

"Nice, huh?" Jack said, and I realized I had been staring.

He laughed. "Don't worry, she gets everyone like that. Out of bounds though."

I looked at him. "How come? Too young?"

He shook his head. "She's eighteen, just. But she's also the daughter of the Chief of Police. And that guy is her teacher. Thompson, don't know his first name. She's Natalie Adams - and man can she run. The guy teaches at our High School and trains the track team in his own time. We do pretty good for a small town."

The girl came close to us. For a moment she turned her head and looked at us both, then continued running. Her skin shone from sweat and I couldn't imagine running in the heat, but then I was from Ohio, and she was probably used to this. The man on the bike also went past but he was looking at the girl and not us.

"Wow," I said, watching the way her ass moved inside her tight running shorts.

"Put your tongue back in, Billie, and let's get these bags stowed."

Jack and I carried the bags from the car and Mom went back over and fussed around making sure it was all locked up and there was nothing in sight.

"New boat, Uncle Jack?" I asked.

"New to me," he said. "And drop the aunt and uncle now, Billy."

"Only if you remember to call me Will, Uncle Jack," I said.

He laughed. "Fuck kid, that's gonna take some remembering."

Jack had never toned down his language around us. It was one of the things we loved about him, his refusal to compromise. He and Debbi had been like a force of nature to Jen and I, something almost supernatural in their ease with themselves.

I felt the catamaran rock slightly as I stepped up, but the wide twin hulls formed a stable platform, moving far less than a traditional yacht would.

"How big, un - sorry. How big is she, Jack?"

"Only 34, but she's well laid out. I'm afraid you're gonna be sleeping up top or in the galley though. I'll talk to Sam about how she wants to arrange her and Jen. They can bunk up together in the other double, or Jen might want to go in with Bel. You'll be OK up top, Billy?"

"Sure," I said, not bothering to correct him. He'd get it right or not.

"We'll dump this stuff in the galley for now until we decide where everyone's gonna be sleeping. I guess you three won't feel up to doing much until you've caught up on some sleep."

As it happened I was feeling pretty good. I had dozed in the back of the Jeep, and the excitement of the catamaran, the sun, the warm air and being back with Jack and his gorgeous wife had driven all thought of exhaustion from me.

As we went back out from the galley into the cockpit I looked up at the mast. The cat was rigged with a large mainsail and a jib almost as big. Both sails were now neatly furled. An array of navigation equipment and echo sounders was arranged in front of the wheel.

There was a light wind coming up from the south east, ruffling the surface of the marina, but out beyond the dock the water in Pensacola sound looked rougher, and I guessed once we sailed into the Gulf the waves would kick up some more. I felt a rush of excitement run down my spine and goose flesh stippled my arms, raising the hairs on them.

Jack consulted his watch and looked up at the sky.

"Where the hell's that girl?" he said to himself. "I want to get going."

Jack had never been much for patience.

Mom and Jen had stowed their gear and changed and were lying out on the foredeck, their pale northern skin looking out of place. Mom had lifted her skirt up to the top of her thighs and lay on her back with her eyes closed. Jen was on her front and had stripped to a small black bikini I had never seen before; but then I realized when would I have ever had an opportunity?

"Here she is," Debbi said and I turned and shaded my eyes, expecting a grown up version of the goofy, geeky girl I had known. At first I saw the figure coming across the parking lot towards us and looked past her trying to find Bella. Then I realized the perfect creature was Bella. Where had the goofball gone to? There was no sign of her at all.

And as she came closer the picture got better and better. She was as tall as her mother, maybe taller, very slim, and she walked with that grace that could only come naturally. Her hair had finally decided it was more red than auburn, but where her mother's hung long Bella wore it short, almost as short as mine. She wore canvas shorts and a pale blue tank top. She had inherited her mother's breasts, and maybe even improved on them. From the way they moved I guessed she wore nothing to contain them under the top and they swung gently from side to side as she walked toward us.

I heard a chuckle next to me and Jack said, "You can shut your mouth now, Will."

I closed it with what I feared might be an audible snap and looked away, blushing.

"No big deal," Jack said. "Sometimes even I have to look."

"When did she... how did..." I shook my head, not knowing how to say it to this delicious creature's father.

"Cost some money though," Jack said. "The dental work, the hair styling, the clothes. She's not cheap to run. But she's worth it." I head the note of pride in his voice and smiled. Yep, she surely was worth it.




Florida Vacation



Bella stepped from the dock to the cat in one easy move, a grin splitting the tan of her face as she saw me.

"Billy! My God, when did you get so big?"

Before I had chance to reply she handed the two bags she was carrying to her dad and threw her arms around me. She hugged me tight, those unfettered breasts pressing into me, and planted a big kiss right on my mouth.

~~~

The boat has gone quiet and I was considering unrolling my blanket on the deck and turning in when I heard Jack and Debbi's voices drifting softly out from their cabin tucked under the stern. I could hear they were talking, but not enough to make out the conversation. Normally I would have ignored it and bunked down, but tonight my curiosity had been pricked, and I was feeling edgy. Maybe it was the proximity of so many beautiful women, but I was edgy and horny, so I slid out of my pants and slipped naked into the water. It was warm and enclosed me like a wet mouth, making me instantly hard. For a second I panicked that some passing 'cuda might take my cock for bait and latch on, then dismissed the idea. I couldn't worry about everything.

Silently I paddled round to the stern. The lights from Jack and Debbi's cabin washed out across the water, and I pulled myself along the transom and tucked into a dark corner out of sight. The cabin windows were open and I could hear them clearly now. I could also see Debbi as she prepared for bed, sitting out beyond the low sleeping area, her back to me, her knees tucked tightly against a small shelf. Her hair was loose and she was naked. Her long back was slim and well muscled, the curves and hollows delineating by shadow from the small lamp as she brushed her hair.

Jack was lying on his back on the bed, also naked. It wasn't the first time I had seen his cock, but it was the first time I'd seen it in a semi-aroused state. It lay flat on his stomach, obviously partly engorged, the top of his glans just starting to appear from his foreskin. What was also new was he had shaved himself there. His cock lay against naked skin, no sign of any pubic hair.

"-don't know how she'd take that, Deb," he said, finishing a sentence I hadn't heard the start of.

"Well, you enjoyed fucking her when Carl was alive. And from the way she used to yelp I think she enjoyed being fucked as well."

"It was different then. We were a foursome. You and Carl, me and Sam."

"Me and Sam too. Remember that time?" Debbi turned to look at my Jack and smiled, and as she moved her breasts came into view. They were large and heavy, not as firm as her daughter's, more mobile. Still, for someone her age, they held up pretty well. She had very large dark areolas around her nipples.

Jack laughed. "How could I forget that? Fuck, you were both hot that night."

Debbi laughed. "We sure were. Maybe I should offer to go down on her, what d'you think?"

"I dunno. It 's different now Carl's gone. It doesn't feel the same. Maybe she doesn't feel the same."

"We won't ever know unless we say something to her, Jack. And she's been on her own now almost two years. She must miss the sex. She could never get enough of it when they came down here."

Jack nodded, and I saw his cock fill more. Maybe he was thinking about Mom. Maybe about Debbi. Whatever he was thinking was having an effect.

Debbi finished combing her hair and slid back off the small seat and crawled up along the bed. For a moment as she rolled around I could see the full length of her front, her breasts swinging loose as she moved up the bed, her pubic hair also completely shaved. She stopped half way up the bed and put her hand around Jack's now fully hard cock.

"You thinking about Sam?" she said with a smile.

"We were just talking about her," Jack said.

"Shall I call her, see if she wants to taste some of this?"

"You're a slut, Debs, you know that?"

She nodded happily. "Oh yeah, I do. Wasn't that why you married me? A slut who liked housework?" She pulled herself closer and gently kissed the head of his cock, slid her tongue out and ran it all around the ridge between his head and shaft.

"Like that?" she said.

"You know I do."

"Want more?"

My uncle pushed his hips up, the head of his cock, which had been resting against Debbi's lips, parted them and slid inside.

"I wanna cum too," she said, drawing her head back.

"Afterwards," he said.

Debbi shook her head. "No way. I know you. Once you've shot your load you'll lose interest. Me first." She rolled away and onto her back, parted her legs. She grabbed Jack's bald head and tugged him down.

"If I must," he said patiently, and she slapped him hard on the back, loud enough so the whole boat could hear.

Jack reached her waist and slid down to her parted pussy, dark pink lips moist between her smooth thighs. I wondered what it would be like to feel smooth skin like that under my tongue.

Jack put his mouth directly over her pussy and I heard a strong sucking sound, then his tongue pushed out and licked directly up her slit, parted her lips and worked inside.

Debbi arched backwards, a smile on her mouth, and began to roll her heavy breasts between her hands, tugging and pulling on her nipples until they were rock hard.

Jack continued to work her pussy expertly with tongue and fingers. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her to provide better access, then lifted her again and dropped down until his tongue found Debbi's asshole. He played it around there for a minute, until she was wet, then slid a finger inside before moving back to her pussy.

"Cheating," my Aunt murmured. "You know how much I like that."

She was pulsing her hips at his mouth, Jack hardly having to work at all now as she fucked herself against his mouth. He pushed the finger that was inside her ass and it slid all the way in and she bucked and started to rock faster.

"Finger my ass," she said, "Lick my cunt and finger my asshole."

My uncle obliged, pushing his tongue as far as he could inside her dripping pussy.

Debbi opened her mouth and tiny grunting sounds came out each time she threw her hips upwards. It looked like she was almost there. My own cock was aching and I dropped a hand down and began to stroke myself, not wanting to cum yet but not able to ignore it.

"What are you doing?" A quiet voice made my start and I spun around, splashing. My sister was treading water a couple of yards away. "Are you spying?" she said, and a wicked grin split her face. She pulled herself towards me and drifted in to my side.

When she saw what was happening she gasped and then put a hand over her mouth. Thankfully the pair in the small cabin were too distracted to hear or notice anything except each other.

While I had turned away Debbi had rolled over and now straddled Jack's face, grinding her pussy down onto his mouth. His finger was still embedded deep in her ass which was now pointed directly at us. Jack was pushing it in and out of her asshole as she rocked against him. In the low sleeping quarters Debbi's head almost touched the roof. Her hands gripped a stainless steel grab rail that ran along the space from edge to edge. She was holding herself up and fucking herself hard against Jack's mouth.

"Come on baby," she hissed, "Give me what you've got." She reached backwards, her hand searching, and found his cock and began to stroke it.

After a moment Jack swatted her hand away and mumbled, "Not yet."

Debbi laughed deep in her throat. "Tell me where you want to cum, baby?"

Jack lifted her off his mouth and said, "You know where. I'm gonna fuck your mouth when you've cum."

"You gonna fill me with that thick spunk of yours, Jack? Fill my mouth? You'd like to fill Sam's mouth too, wouldn't you?"

"Fucking bitch," he said, and lowered her back to his face.

"Wow," Jen said beside me, then added, "We shouldn't be doing this, Will."

"You're free to go," I said.

"Come on then." She tugged my arm, but her tug was soft and I knew she didn't mean it. When she stopped pulling she drifted back and I could feel her naked side pressed against me. She was wearing her bikini, but there wasn't much material in it, and her skin touched me wetly from shoulder to thigh. Then she put her arm around my waist, as though to stop herself drifting away, and looked back through the window.

I had stopped rubbing my cock, but is still ached, still needed release. It would just have to wait.

Debbi had thrown her head back, long russet hair cascading down her muscular back. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed, her whole body tense and begging for release. Jack twisted the hand that lay against her butt and turned his finger inside her ass, pushing it as far as it would go. At the same time his mouth closed over her hard clitoris and he sucked it back in between his lips. Debbi twitched and then began to shake, her thighs trembling, and she tried to keep her moans inside her throat so they came out as hissing guttural grunts.

"Fuck yeah, Jack, like that... lick my cunt like that... oh fuck yeah!"

She jerked again and every muscles in her back tensed. Her pussy flattened against Jack's mouth and then she shook again and collapsed down on top of him, her pussy still on his face, her stomach muscles twitching.

Jack gently pulled his finger out of her ass and then kissed her thighs and lower belly.

Debbi rolled onto her side and smiled at him, her face flushed with arousal, then rolled back and kissed him hard on the mouth. She grinned when she pulled back and said, "Fuck, I love it when I taste pussy on your lips."

"Me too," Jack said.

"That would be Sam's pussy then, on my mouth."

Jack slapped her lightly on the ass. "No - I love to taste my cock on your mouth."

"You do?" she said in mock innocence. "And why would I ever want to put that thing in my mouth?"

Jack growled and rolled her onto her back, held her hands above her head and straddled her breasts. His hard cock stuck out six or seven inches, looking even bigger because of the lack of hair around it, and very slowly he walked himself closer. Debbi watched his cock get nearer and just before it touched her lips she opened them and he slid inside.

I became aware that Jen had wrapped her legs around the steps that led down from the transom and was pressing her pussy hard into the thick round pillar holding the steps. She was humping herself against it and each time she did her knee poked out and hit me on the hip. At some point she had pulled one side of her bikini top down to expose her left breast, small and rounded. I has never seen them before, never imagined her nipples would be as long as they were. I don't know if she knew I could see, don't know if she cared - she was looking only into the low berth as Jack thrust his cock into his wife's mouth.

Debbi has opened her lips wide and Jack buried himself to the hilt inside her, pumping rapidly, still holding her hands locked above her head, his legs either side of her chest. 

Fuck it, I thought, if Jen was going to cum so was I, and put my hand back on my cock and started to rub.

Inside the cabin Jack's face had taken on a distracted, glassy look as his climax gathered. His movements speeded up, then slowed, and his body twitched and twitched again as the first spasm shot through him as he ejaculated into his wife's mouth. She swallowed it all, and the second blast, then Jack pulled back as he became sensitive and drew out, letting a final lighter jet spurt out onto her lips and then he fell back onto the bed beside her.

Debbi rolled over and leaned across him and kissed him full on the mouth. I could see Jack's cum on her lips but she still kissed him.

"Tastes good?" she said.

"Tastes wonderful," he said, and lifted up to kiss her again.

"Nnnn," Jen grunted next to me as she came against the steps, her slim small body shivering hard.

I felt my own explosion arrive and emptied my seed out into the water, jerking as it shot from me.

Inside the cabin Debbi rolled onto her stomach and leaned on her arms, looking directly out of the window, her large breasts swaying from her chest.

"You know," she said, "we really ought to put something over this window. Anyone could look through and see what we've been up to."

Jack laughed. "If they're eyesight's good enough they're welcome. We're miles from anywhere here, Deb, who the hell is going to be looking at us?"

Debbi shrugged and rolled back. "It just felt like someone might have been," she said. "But you know what? The idea kind of turned me on anyway."

"I never knew you were an exhibitionist, Debs."

"Nor me, until just now. Maybe it's something else we could try. Now - when are you going to fuck Sam? I'm sure she'd be grateful."

"Do you really think she'd be up for a threesome?" Jack said.

I was hanging in the water, exhausted and sated, and wanted to move away, tired now, but unable to drag myself from the conversation going on inside the cabin. Jen still clung against my side, her head resting against my shoulder.

"I am," Debbi said. "That would be fucking awesome. Try for it, Jack. See if you can get her up for it."

Jack nodded once and reached up for the light switch. "I'll see how the ground lies tomorrow. You're right, Debs, it would be awesome."

Darkness collapsed around us as the light went out. Jen and I hung off the back of the boat, warm silky water flowing around us, the gentle lapping of tiny waves on the hull filling the night. Then Jen pushed away and drifted off, turned and swam away around the side of the boat without a word. I waited, then followed. When I pulled myself onto the deck she had already gone below to the front berth she shared with Bella.

I dried myself off and pulled my blanket over me, sat against the bulkhead and looked at the stars until I fell asleep.

~~~

The following morning we sailed south east, the Florida coast off our port side a distant line of haze where white clouds puffed up as the moist wind met the land. Late morning Mom and Debbi came up top in bikinis and I tried not to look too hard at either of them. Two gorgeous women approaching their forties, both Mom and Debbi with large breasts cupped in brief bikini tops. Debbi wore a tiny pair of bikini bottoms that left hardly anything to the imagination, and I could see why she shaved her pussy, because if she hadn't there would be hair peeking out all around the tiny slip of material that barely covered her.

Mom's bikini was cut more modestly, low at the front, square across her legs so there was no chance of any stray pubic hairs popping out. They stepped carefully along the side of the cat and laid out next to Jen and Bella, who had been sprawled out for twenty minutes. They had started on their backs but then turned over and I took the opportunity to admire their asses - yes, I admit, my sister's as well as Bella's. I think I caught Jack sneaking the odd glance as well.

"You want to catch some rays, Will?" he asked. "I think I can cope up here on my own."

I smiled. Of course he could cope.

"Sure," I said, looking forward to getting a close up view of all the flesh being revealed. I pulled myself up from the cockpit and picked my way forward. I still had a tee shirt as well as my baggy bermuda shorts on.

Debbi glanced up as I stepped onto the wide forward decking and smiled. She hesitated, both of her hands behind her back and glanced at my Mom.

"Am I going to embarrass Will if I take my top off?"

Mom, lying on her back with her eyes closed said, "He's seen tits before, Deb."

"Will I embarrass you, Will?" Debbi asked, looking up into my eyes.

I shrugged, looking around for somewhere to sit that would give me a good view without making it too obvious what I was up to.

"Like Mom says, I'm a big boy now."

Debbi's smile quirked up at the corner and her hands moved and her bikini top suddenly sagged away from her breasts, which also sagged a little without the support, but not much.

"If you're sure."

I tried to give a nonchalant shrug and deliberately looked off to the east, shading my eyes. But I was still aware as she shucked her top from her breasts and then lay down on her back. I kept gazing into the distance until I hoped she was not looking, then let my eyes drift across. She seemed to have her eyes closed and I took my chance to study her.

I had seen those globes before, and a lot more, last night when I had been hanging off the side of the boat, but somehow out here in the sunshine they were sexier. Her nipples were dark, the areola surrounding them a deep brown, large, almost an inch across. The skin around her nipples had puckered a little as the warm breeze caressed them.

"Mom," Bella said.

"What is it honey?" Debbi said without opening her eyes.

"Can I take my top of too?"

"Sure you can, honey." Debbi said.

Bella reached her hands up and pulled the knotted tie of her top. She let it drop free and put her head back down on her hands, content for now.

"Mom...?" I heard Jen say.

"Go on then," Mom said, a smile touching her lips, and Jen snapped the clip on her top until it came loose and sighed contentedly as the straps dropped away along her sides.

"You too Sam?" Debbi said.

"I guess it would feel good," Mom said. I saw her glance towards me, shyly. She caught my gaze for a moment and I made an effort not to respond in any way. The moment extended, and then Mom seemed to make a decision and reached around and untied her top as well and let it drop away. She looked off to the side as her breasts came into view, almost as though she knew I wanted to look and was giving me the opportunity. Naturally, I took it.

Mom's breasts were smaller than Debbi's, slightly uptilted so her pale nipples tipped up at the sky. They were pink, hardly delineated from the skin of her breasts, but her aureole was slightly puffy, slightly proud so that her nipples sat atop a small protrusion atop the larger mounds of her breasts. I thought they looked wonderful.

"Just remember what happened last time you got too much sun, Bel," her mother said.

"I'll be fine, Mom," Bella said.

"OK. Just don't say I didn't warn you."

"Mom," Bella huffed, and turned over languidly. She looked directly at me, knowing I was watching as her breasts came into view. They were as large as her mother's, but firmer, her nipples and areola not as dark, but not as light as my mother's. She lay down on her back and they flattened and spread, but only a little. Her nipples pointed upwards, a little puckered as though the wind was cooling them in the same way as her mother's.

"Mom," Bella said.

"Yes, honey?"

"Will's still got his top on. Not fair."

I saw Debbi's mouth twist into a smile.

"Will can do what he wants, honey."

"Still not fair," Bella said.

"I don't want to be the odd one out here," I said, and stripped my tee shirt off. I lay back against the side of the cockpit and tried to look as though the sight of all these breasts wasn't affecting me at all. But I guess if any of them glanced down at my bermudas they would be able to see that was a lie. I concentrated on the sky and the few puffy clouds for a while, and it seemed to work a little.

Mom rolled onto her front and after a couple of minutes Debbi did the same.

I studied their asses side by side, comparing. It wasn't scientific, but it was fun. Debbi's bikini briefs had pulled up into the crack of her ass, pulled tight between her legs, outlining the full lips of her pussy. Even though I had seen that pussy naked the night before, the sight of it cupped in the tiny slip of black material was even sexier. Maybe because now I was sure she was deliberately displaying herself for my pleasure.

Mom's ass was less full than her friend's, but had a sexier shape, firm and small and pert. The bikini bottom she wore covered a lot more, but I could still enjoy the way her ass flared from her legs before tapering down to a very thin waist. I had never noticed the deep ridge that ran up along her back before, or the muscle that rose either side. I glanced away, not sure it was right to be looking at my Mom this way, but my eyes only strayed as far as my younger sister and that was probably even worse. Was it, I wondered? Which was the bigger sin, watching my Mom's ass or my sister's tits?




Florida Vacation



I averted my gaze again and it alighted on Bella's magnificent mounds. Safe ground, perhaps.

I closed my eyes and tried to pretend all that flesh was not as close as it was. I must have partly succeeded because think I may have dozed, before voices brought me round.

"... told you to be careful." It was Debbi. She was kneeling forwards and Bella was sitting up. "You always burn, you know that. Sometimes I don't believe you're my kid."

Bella laughed. "You must have been there at the time, Mom."

"Less cheek, my girl. Jen, will you take her below and put some lotion on for her? There a big bottle in the galley, right hand side of the stove."

"Sure," my sister said and grabbed a rail to pull herself up. Neither of the girls bothered putting anything on top and I saw Bella drop a glance at me as she passed.

"Are you OK, Will?" Debbi asked me, leaning over in my direction, her breasts dipping forwards and swaying as she did so.

"I'm fine, thanks. I don't burn. Like Mom, I guess."

Debbi sat back on her heels and put her fingers up through her hair, lifting her breasts, almost as though she was deliberately displaying for me.

"I really don't know where Bel gets her coloring from. It's certainly not me or Jack."

"I think I've had enough sun," Mom said, rolling onto her back and then sitting up. I looked and admired, her smaller breasts firmer, not swaying the way Debbi's did. "Do me a favor Will and fetch me a tee shirt from my cabin?"

"You can have mine," I said, tossing her the one I had removed.

Mom caught it one handed. "It's going to be too big, Will, but OK," she laughed, opening it up and pulling it over her head. It swamped her, falling half way down her thighs and the neck gaped deeply open. "But thanks," she said, and threw me a smile that melted my heart.

I had not been altruistic; I was simply protecting myself because I didn't want to have to stand and reveal the raging boner pushing against my bermudas. Half sitting the way I was with my knees raised I could just about disguise it.

Then Debbi said, "In that case, you can fetch us a couple of beers, Will. Have one yourself too."

I looked at them both, knowing there was no way out of this.

"You want one, Mom?" I asked, trying to put the moment off.

"I would love a cold beer Will, thanks." She lay back down and lifted her arms above her head, closing her eyes to the sun again.

Debbi rolled over onto her front and but her face close to Mom's and I heard them whispering very softly, but nothing I could hear. Mom laughed and for a moment put her arm on the back of Debbi's neck.

I took my chance and got up, turning quickly away.

"How's it hanging," Jack said as I passed him in the cockpit.

"Hardly at all," I muttered and he laughed although I was sure he had no idea what I was talking about.

I took three beers out of the battery powered cooler and, before returning, held them tight against my cock, the sharp cold eating into the heat in my glans. I held them there until I felt myself soften, then popped the caps and took them up top.

I leaned over and put a bottle down next to each of the women. Mom smiled lazily and stroked my leg in thanks. That was not really what I needed.

"Take a couple for the girls as well, will you?" Debbi said. She was still on her belly, but had seemed to move closer to Mom so that her arm now lay down inside where Mom's lay against the deck.

"Is that OK, Mom?" I asked, not sure what her attitude would be to Jen drinking beer.

"That's fine," she muttered. As I reached the cockpit I turned back, and I was sure Mom's fingers had intertwined with Debbi's, but it was difficult to see with them lying so close.

"You want a beer too, Jack?" I asked.

He glanced down at his instrument cluster and I realized he was looking for the time.

"Not yet, but thanks. I don't like to drink when we're sailing. Later, Will." I noticed he was finally remembering I wasn't Billie anymore.

I went into the galley and popped the tops on two more beers then made my way back, ducking down into the narrow corridor which led to the starboard cabin at the stern. I bumped my shoulders on both walls as the cat rolled over a wave. The cabin door was latched back, the porthole open to let the breeze of our passage run through the small space. The bed filled the entire width, with no space on either side.

The sight that greeted me stopped me in the doorway. My sister was just replacing a large bottle of pale golden oil on the shelf above the double bunk. She had filled her palm with the oil and now spread it and then leaned forward, her hands going to Bella's large breasts. They glistened from previous applications of oil.

Bella's eyes were closed, her head back, my sister with her back to me. I watched as she slowly massaged the oil onto Bella's breasts, watched as the mounds moved under her hands, watched as she circled Bella's nipples which had grown long and hard.

Neither of them knew I was there.

I stepped back into the corridor and then rapped on the wall with one of the bottles.

"Hey girls, beer time," I said, before stepping forward again. This time when I reached the door Jen was sitting back on her heels rubbing her hands together. Bella was leaning back against the corner, lightly stroking her hands across her breasts as though it had been her who had applied the oil.

I handed a beer to Jen, offered the other to Bella who shook her head and showed me her hands, slick with oil.

"Pop it on the shelf, in one of those cup holder things, Will."

I leaned across and dropped the bottle into the plastic circle screwed onto the shelf. There wasn't a lot of room in the cabin and I came close to both of them as I reached across. I could smell the oil, spiced and rich, and beneath it I could smell something else as well, some odor of sex coming off both of them.

I pulled back and slid my leg off the bottom of the bunk back into the small space at the end of the cabin as I prepared to leave.

"Stay for a bit, Will," Jen said, and reached for my arm. Her fingers closed around my wrist, her hand hot and slick with oil.

"Are you sure?" I said.

She nodded, her hand still around me. "Yeah, course we're sure, aren't we, Bel?"

Bella nodded. Her face was slightly flushed, but I thought I caught a note of disappointment in her eyes. Jen let her fingers slid gently off my arm, leaving a sheen of oil. She reached for the bottle and poured some into her palms and started to apply it to her own breasts, openly massaging them in front of me. My cock, which had softened a little, came instantly hard again and I just knew it was tenting the front of my shorts.

"Did you burn too, Jen?" I asked, then coughed lightly because my voice came out hoarse.

"A little maybe. What do you think, Will?" She turned, displaying her breasts close to me and I accepted the offer and studied them.

"They look, uh, fine to me."

She laughed and Bella joined in.

"Why thank you, Will."

She knew I had not meant it that way, but was trying to embarrass me all the same.

"How are your... uh... yours... Bel?" I trailed off.

"My boobies are a little tender, a little sensitive... But sometimes I like them that way." She was looking at Jen as she spoke, not me. "The oil makes them feel good. I think I need some more, Jen."

She leaned forward, coming very close to my sister, surrounding both her and me in the scent of spice and sex. Her face was inches from Jen's, her breath lifting my sister's curls away from her cheek.

It was as though the two days of tension had come to this, in this small cabin, heat popping perspiration on each of our bodies, the gorgeous Bella who I was realizing was not into men, my pretty sister, and me.

Jen reached around me and took the bottle of oil from me, for a moment her breasts pressing against my side, her nipples hard nubs against my skin. My sister, my sexy little sister had pressed her breasts against me deliberately, and she knew what she had been doing, and I was only a horny guy and I knew I was lost.

Jen tipped the bottle up unexpectedly and I moved my hands quickly to prevent the oil spilling. It was warm in my palm and I spread it through my fingers.

Jen leaned even closer and said, softly, "If I put some oil on Bel, do you think you could do the same for me, Will?" She smiled sweetly, as though it was the kind of favor she asked every day.

She turned, her stiff nipple rubbing across my arm, poured oil into her own hands and placed them over Bella's full breasts. Bella closed her eyes and let her head drop back.

"Hurt?" Jen asked.

Bella shook her head. "Sensitive," she said.

Jen shifted so she was closer to Bella, her long, slim back presented to me.

"Come on, Will, your turn," she said.

I hesitated a moment longer, but my hands wanted to move and I leaned closer, slid them around her body and lifted them to her breasts. For a second I paused, but I knew it was pretence, and then I closed my hands over Jen's firm breasts, felt her nipples hard against my palms, and began to slowly massage them.

Minutes passed, Jen with her hands on Bella, me with mine on Jen.

The boat rocked and swayed as we cut through the waves.

Jen slipped off the bed and released the latch on the door and swung it closed, then I heard the snick as the lock turned. She came back onto the bed and came close beside me, her arm and thigh pressing against mine.

I moved my hands back to her breasts, hardly believing what I was doing, hardly believing what I thought might be happening here.

Bella slid down on the bed, her legs straightening, one sliding down between Jen's legs, the other outside and she moved down until her bikini briefs were pressed against Jen's knee and then brought her legs together. Her eyes looked up into Jen's, needy and approving. 

Jen spread oil onto Bella's breasts and tugged at her nipples and she gasped. She moved my hands down under her breasts and caressed her slim belly. I saw her her push against Jen's leg, pressing her pussy against it and I was sure the front of her bikini showed a large damp stain.

"Can we get away with this?" Jen whispered beside me, talking to Bella.

Bella nodded. "Yeah, I think so. You know Mom and Dad, they're hardly paragons of virtue. What about your Mom?"

Jen pressed back against me and one of her hands lifted from Bella and rested against my thigh.

"Do I get a say in any of this?" I asked.

Jen looked back at me and laughed softly. "Sorry, Will. But you are a guy. Are you gonna say no? Really?" She slid her hand higher along my thigh and the back of her fingers brushed the tip of my cock, kept it moving until her fingers rested over the rigid length of my cock. "This is saying you wanna."

I jerked slightly at her touch. Jen slid her hand down my back and inside my shorts, kept pushing, kept moving and they started to slide down my hips. Suddenly my cock came free and slapped against my belly, then jerked up, standing at forty five degrees.

"Hey," I said.

"I think Jen might want some oil as well, Will," Bella said, half turning, her body pressing against Jen, also her leg now lying against mine and I was confused because I couldn't work out what was going to happen.

"I do," Jen said, and lifted the bottle again and I offered it to her. She filled her palms and then slid them down and spread the oil over my rigid cock. I groaned and fell back against the bed. Bella watched Jen's hands in fascination, but made no move to join in.

Bella had lifted up and twisted and now pressed against my back. Her hands came around and lay on my belly and then slid down. My shorts were half way down my thighs already, thanks to Jen, and now Bella pushed and tugged and teased them all the way off. I saw Jen turn her head and look at it, then she licked her lips and wriggled across a little and I was sure she was going to put my cock in her mouth but she stopped close to me.

Bella and Jen lay side by side. Jen turned to her friend and put her hand on Bella's breast, stroking it, then rolled it in her palm and put her mouth against the stiff oiled nipple and Bella put her hand on the back of Jen's head, holding her against her breast.

I reached up and put my hand high on Jen's thigh and felt her hips moving up and down. Then I reached higher and tugged at her bikini briefs and she lifted up to allow me to pull them down. Her neat, pale bush came into view, cut short, pale white skin showing through the trimmed hair. She kicked her legs so her bikini bottoms flew down beyond the bunk. She twisted, turning so her hand could reach my cock, where she wrapped her fingers around me and began to stroke.

"Ungh," I grunted.

"Don't you dare cum yet," Jen hissed.

"You might want to stop rubbing then," I said.

"But I like it. You've got a really nice cock, Will. I knew you would have. I've wanted to do this since for ever. Wanted to do this too," and she wriggled again until her breath was warm against my cock, opened her mouth and took the purple head inside her lips and it was almost too much but I bit down on my lip and managed to hold back.

Bella turned around and straddled Jen's waist, turned to me and lifted herself and raised her mouth against my sister's breasts.

Jen drew back from my cock and her spit cooled the thick purple head.

"Bella's overdressed now," she said.

I nodded. Jen pushed Bella back onto the bed and she flopped down limply. Jen slipped her fingers through one side of Bella's briefs and after a moment I did the same on the other side. Slowly we tugged them down, revealing first the top of Bella's neatly trimmed bush, the hair as red as her head, then uncovering her pussy. The scent of her grew stronger and it was all I could do not to go down on her immediately.

Bella lay passive, her eyes glazed, the only movement a slight pulsing as her hips moved up and down.

"You gonna fuck her, Will?" Jen whispered, her mouth against my ear.

"I don't think it's me she wants to fuck." I said.

I felt Jen's mouth twitch as she grinned. "I know that. But I thought it might do her good to get fucked by a nice big cock like this." She grasped me again and I shivered.

I slid my hand lightly along Bella's thigh, but as soon as my fingers came near her pussy she gently rolled away, her intention obvious.

I turned my head and Jen's mouth was all at once so close and I put a hand behind her head and pulled her against me. I half expected her to resist the kiss, but instead her mouth opened against mine and her tongue came flickering through our lips.

"I want you to do something, Will," Jen said, her mouth moving against mine as her words drifted out. Her hand had released my cock and gone to Bella and this time there was no resistance. I saw Jen's fingers touch Bella's pussy, stroke along the closed slit between her legs, then probe and open it. Bella parted her thighs, demanding attention.

"Anything," I said, fascinated at my sister's fingers.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, Will. Is that too awful?"

"Too wonderful," I said. "But..."

She lifted her hand, the one that had just been inside Bella, and put it against my lips. The scent of Bella was strong on her fingers.

"Don't say it, Will," Jen said. "I want to feel your cock inside my mouth so much..."

I had no idea how this was going to work, but Jen had been thinking about it. She moved Bella, rolled behind her and reached around so that both of her hands were down between Bella's legs. Bella lay back against her.

Jen looked at me and gave a little nod, her fingers already working.

I knelt beside her, a moment's guilt and panic flaring in my chest, then she opened her lips and I moved closer and pushed the head of my cock inside her mouth and all other thoughts and fears fled from me. I grabbed the edge of the porthole and looked down at my cock sliding between my sister's lips, at her hands working hard over Bella's pussy and wondered how the hell I had ended up here.

Bella came first, suddenly closing around herself and biting on her lip as a powerful wave of pleasure rushed through her. Jen stopped her rapid movements and pressed her hand hard against Bella's pussy, pressed and waited as Bella jerked and whimpered. Then as Bella relaxed she surprised me by turning around and slipping her fingers around the base of my cock. She moved closer, her eyes glittering, watching as I fucked my sister's mouth.

I was getting close, but Bella pulled my cock free and darted in to kiss Jen. She must have been able to taste my cock on Jen's lips, but she kissed her hard, then pulled away.

"Fuck her mouth," she said, her voice harsh, and she tugged my cock back towards Jen's lips.

That was the moment, as Jen opened her mouth to accept me back inside and Bella rubbed me fast I tipped over and before I was fully inside I splashed a thick rope of cum across Jen's cheek. She twisted her head, reaching for me and the second jet came inside her mouth and I felt her suck my cock hard, swallowing as I filled her mouth, then swallowing again.

I jerked and fell back, my cock swaying, a last small jet arcing up and falling against Bella's fingers. She looked at the trail of cum on her hand, her face expressionless.

Then Jen was rolling on top of me, pushing Bella aside. She kissed me and I tasted my cum on her mouth, felt it slick on her lips.

"God, Will," she said, holding my face between her hands. "Next time you're gonna fuck me."

"Really?" I said.

She nodded, kissed me again, and said, "Really." She rolled off and lay on her back, breathing hard, and I realized she was the only one of us that had not yet cum.

"Do you like that?" Bella asked, snuggling up on the other side of Jen.

"Like what?" Jen said.

"That!" Bella said. "Do you like it when he cums in your mouth?"

"I like it when Will does," Jen said, glancing at me.

"You've done this before with Will?" Bella asked, almost shocked, although how she could be after what we had done was hardly possible.

Jen shook her head. "First time. But I've thought about it for so long."

I stared at her. She had?

Bella continued, as though I was not there. "I don't think I could ever do that."

"Tastes good," Jen said, licking her lips unconsciously, "But I don't think cock's your thing, is it, sweetheart?"

Bella flushed, another amazing feat under the circumstances.

"I don't know," Bella said. "I don't think so. Except... I liked rubbing Will's cock."

"Sex isn't one thing or the other, Bel," Jen said. "You don't have to like only girls or only guys. You can mix it all up if you want."

"I guess," Bella said. She leaned over me and kissed my sister on the mouth. I felt my cock twitch as the sight of two beautiful girls kissing each other over my naked body. 

Jen leaned back and said, "I guess those beers might be warm by now. And we'd better go back up top before anyone gets suspicious."

I laughed, and they both turned to look at me as though I was mad.

~~~

The day after I came in my sister's mouth Jack took the cat to a spot he knew where, although we were ten miles from land, a sandbank rose almost to the surface. He dropped anchor at just gone four, the sun starting to drop towards the horizon. I helped set the anchors front and back, looking over into the shallow water, rippled sand clearly visible.

"How deep is it here?" I asked.

"Maybe five feet."

"Can we swim? Is it safe?"

"I expect so," Jack said. "Good fishing too. That's why I came here. You and me are gonna catch us some snapper for dinner."

The girls had come up from below with tee shirts covering their tender skin. Mom still wore my old tee shirt but Debbi wandered around in just her tiny bikini pants as though it was perfectly natural, which I guess it was for her most of the time.




Florida Vacation



Jack untied the skiff off the back and we launched it and rowed away from the cat. Beneath us the water grew shallow until Jack told me to stop rowing and tossed an anchor made of an old stone over the side and then just stepped out of the boat. The water came up to his thighs and as I followed he handed me a short spinning rod. He had a longer saltwater fly rod with a sparkling lure clipped to the ring near the grip.

He waded off and I followed. The water shallowed even more, then he stopped and I saw ahead dark water where the sand dropped away suddenly.

"Pull the lure back just along the edge of the drop off. You try along there, I'll go this way. If you get a couple of reasonable fish shout and we can stop."

It didn't take long, but no thanks to me. Jack caught three snapper, each around the three pound mark, scales glistening where he had hung them from his belt. I hadn't had a single pull.

He handed me the fish and said, "Hold them out so they don't get you dirty, Will."

Jack gutted the fish before we put them in the skiff, letting the guts and scales float away in the faint flow of the tide.

"Hang on," Jack said, and dropped his canvas shorts and stood naked. I felt uneasy, but he only needed to clean the fish scales off them and I waited as he stood naked in the warm sea rubbing his shorts hard until they were clean. His long cock swung from side to side as he worked on the shorts and I glanced once or twice and then looked away, remembering how it had looked that first night as it plunged into Debbi's pussy.

He pulled his shorts on wet and climbed back in.

"You want me to row us back, Will?"

I shook my head. "I'm enjoying it."

"Knock yourself out, kid," he said. He reached into a cooler he had brought and unsnapped a beer. He handed a bottle to me and I shook my head.

"Not when I'm navigating," I said, pulling hard on the oars, enjoying the pull in my muscles, and Jack laughed and drank half his beer down in one long swallow.

Back at the cat Jack prepared the fish, stuffing them with herbs, garlic and butter, wiping olive oil over the skins and then wrapping them in foil. He put them on a large tray and slid it into the small over, tray and fish only just fitting.

"Twenty minutes," he said, going up top, then, "Sam, if I hang these shorts up to dry is it gonna scar Jen for life, or is it OK?"

Mom glanced across at my sister and laughed. "She's a big girl now, Jack. I expect she can cope."

Jen gave Mom a roll of her eyes. Jack stepped out of his shorts and hung them on a rail to dry. There was no tan line anywhere on his body, and I guessed he was only wearing the shorts now because the rest of us were around. I could picture him and Debbi out on the cat, naked most of the time.

"Whose for skinny dipping?" he asked, and leapt off the side, splashing hugely as he pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Yay!" Debbi yelled. She pulled the tiny briefs down and dived in, her long body cutting cleanly through the water.

I looked at Mom, standing there grinning, watching her two friends splashing each other. She glanced around at me.

"Go on then, Will."

"You too," I said, and wondered if I blushed.

"You first," she said, and a smile crinkled her lips.

"Just me?" I said, but the girls were already stripping off, the sun having lost its power to burn now. It was weird, watching them both step naked across the deck and slip into the water, different from seeing them naked in the cabin.

I tugged my bermudas off, knowing my cock had filled, deliberately letting Mom see it, not hard, but thicker than normal, before I leapt over and cut into the water. I dive deep, hugging the sandy bottom, looking around as I skimmed the bottom. When I surfaced and rolled onto my back Mom was stripping off my tee shirt. She hesitated, standing on the side in her bikini pants before Debbi yelled, "No cheating, Sam. Off off off off," she started to chant and everyone else joined in, slapping our hands on the water.

Mom grinned, gave a little sideways pose and then very slowly and deliberately slid her pants down her long thighs. She stood for a moment, deliberately displaying for us, and I realized I had never seen her completely naked before, and what a complete babe she was, before she dived in and swam strongly out to join us.

Jack and Debbi were swimming slowly side by side a long way from the rest of us, moving so that before long the cat obscured them from our view. I wondered if their direction was deliberate or accidental.

Mom came and swam close to me and splashed water in my face. I splashed her back.

"When did you grow up so, Will?" she said.

"I'm almost twenty Mom. All grown up," I said.

"I don't know when it happened though." She shook her head, flipped onto her back and kicked her feet so she floated away from me. Her breasts rose from the water, her pink nipples stiff. I followed the sweep of her belly down, saw a patch of dark hair between her legs. She was staring up at the sky growing deep blue above us and I felt safe looking at her this way.

I glanced around at the sound of squeals and saw Jen and Bella mock fighting each other, their naked bodies writhing and sliding like slippery eels in the water. I grinned and turned into a fast crawl. They had not seen me so I dived under the surface and came up on them unannounced, slipping my hands up their legs and grabbing as ass in each palm. Even under the water I heard their squeals reach a higher pitch then Jen pulled free and came back and put her legs around my head, holding me under. Her pussy was inches from my face and I wriggled and stuck my tongue up inside her and she jerked away and I broke surface, pulling in air.

"What do you think you're doing," she whispered at me. "Mom might have seen."

"I don't think so," I said. Mom was still on her back, lazily stroking away from us. Bella came up behind me and I felt her water cooled body press along the length of my back. Her arms came around and slipped down until one hand was circling my cock. It had been a few hours since they had made me cum, and I was young, so I almost immediately grew hard in her fingers.

I pulled away. "You can't do that," I said. "I've got to get out in a minute."

"S'OK," Bella said. "I'm sure Jen will slip down and let you cum in her mouth again."

I felt Jen slide up on my other side and she lifted her lips to my ear. "Any time, bro, you know you've only got to ask."

I turned my head, expecting her to be grinning, but her face was serious and I felt my cock stiffen even more at the thought of what she was offering me. How long had she felt this way, I wondered? And why hadn't I had any idea what she was thinking? Jen had always been around and I loved her to distraction, but that had been a brother-sister love. Suddenly, as this afternoon drifted in evening, everything had changed. It felt as though I had been sitting on the edge of a pretty view and suddenly the hillside had given way underneath and I was falling, God knows where. Trouble was, I was enjoying the experience. I wanted to sneak her away, just me and Jen, and do things to her a brother shouldn't do to his little sister. And looking into her eyes I could see the same thoughts there too.

She broke the spell, sticking her tongue out at me and kicking me in the stomach as she pushed away. Bella slid past me, her fingers dropping and trailing a last time along my cock and then she was gone too. I sank under the water until my feet touched sand, hung there for a moment while air bubbled up from my lips. Ten yards away Jen and Bella had stopped and I could see shimmering outlines of their bodies through the water, saw the way their hands drifted and touched each other. It wasn't just me that was getting aroused.

I pushed off and broke surface, flicking water back from my face, then rolled into a crawl and pulled as hard as I could, punishing my muscles, trying to make the feeling move from between my legs to my shoulders. The water cooled under me as I pulled away from the shallows, and below the sea darkened. I continued to swim until I was a quarter mile from the cat then turned and pulled back equally as hard. By the time I reach the cat my cock was down to only a semi-aroused state.

The girls were already on deck, pulling on clothes which wetted on them as they touched their bodies. Mom was pulling herself up the short ladder at the stern and I waited, watching as she rose from the water which cascaded down her back. I had a perfect view of her back and ass as she climbed up, saw the pink slit of her pussy nestled between her legs and turned away. I had just spent a lot of energy getting rid of my erection, I didn't want it to come back now.

Mom straightened at the top of the steps and shook her arms. Her breasts were a lot firmer than Debbi's or Bella's and they hardly moved at all as she flicked water off her fingers. She pushed her hands back through her short hair, arching her back, and I could see the sheer animal pleasure she took from the feel of the warm air against her skin. Not just my sister, then, I thought. I'm getting the hots for my own mother as well. I wondered what it was they were putting in the water down here.

I waited until she had turned away and joined the girls before I pulled myself out. I tried to walk nonchalantly past them to get my shorts, but I felt awkward and was sure they were all three looking. I didn't dare glance down to see how full my cock was. I just prayed and hoped it wasn't jutting out.

There was still no sign of Jack and Debbi and when she was dressed Mom went below and checked the fish.

"This is ready, Will," she called up. "Shout the others."

I stood on the port side and looked out over the water. It was almost fully dark now, but out to the west color shaded the horizon, and outlined against it I saw them, almost a single shape, face to face two hundred yards off. They had moved to the shallows and Jack was standing. Debbi was wrapped around him, and they were fucking hard, close to release. I saw Debbi's head go back, her long hair dropping down into the water, her large breasts pointing skyward. Then she jerked back suddenly as she came and I heard a distant cry carry across the water.

When I saw them move apart I yelled out and before they could turn and see me I turned away so they wouldn't know I had been watching. Then I recalled what Debbi had said the night before, that she might like an audience, and wondered if they had known someone was watching.

Mom had laid plates out in the small saloon when we went below. Jack stopped in the cockpit and listened to a weather announcement and when he came down he said, "Weather service say there's a small storm moving up from the south. Might hit us later on tonight. We should be safe enough out here though."

No one seemed concerned expect Jen and I, and I realized the others were used to this kind of thing, and trusted Jack's judgment.

We drank two bottles of wine over dinner. The snapper was delicious and Mom had thrown together a salad to go with it.

Later we cleaned up and went back on deck and lay out watching the sky, seeing who could see the most shooting stars.

Around ten the stars began winking out from the south and a wind came up, rocking the boat as waves pushed in before the storm.

In the distance lighting flickered, but the storm was still too far off for any thunder to reach us.

"Will, give me a hand," Jack said.

I got up. He was unscrewing bolts at the base of the mast and I saw he was releasing the bracket holding it in place and that the whole thing was designed to pivot.

He nodded towards the bow. "There's a winch up there attached to the forestay. When I say, start to let it loose."

I picked my way forward, found the winch he meant.

"Let her go," He shouted as the stay next to me twanged as the mast swung backwards and it came tight. I wound the winch, watching as the mast came down, the sails neatly furled folding back as they had been designed to do. Jack stood with a hand on the mast as it came into reach, although if the stay snapped there was no way he could do anything about it.

Finally the mast was lying flat, extending back over the stern. Jack started tying it down and, after watching him for a moment, I copied him, wrapping ropes from cleats on the deck, up and over the mast and tying them off to hold it all in place.

"Just in case," Jack said. "If the storm comes over us, we don't want to be sitting at the bottom of a lightning conductor. You might was to sleep in the saloon tonight, Will. That or get soaked."

"Might be fun," I said.

"Cold too," he laughed.

Soon after we all started to turn in, the same bumping crush in the small saloon as each of us used the head and washing facilities one by one. I waited up on deck, watching the storm come closer. All the stars were gone now, the only light coming from our portholes and shining up through the cockpit from below. Then far out in the distance I saw the lights of a freighter, and as my eyes adjusted another light to the east, flashing, a lighthouse on one of the keys.

"All yours, Will," Jack said, poking his head around the side of the cockpit. "Sleep well, son."

I waited a while longer, enjoying the way the wind gusted, the way the cat responded, almost shivering beneath me. I unrolled one of the mats and lay back, looking up at the sky, feeling the storm building around me, static raising the hairs on my arms, a smell of ozone coming faintly on the gusting wind.

Lightning flashed, and now the storm was close enough for the thunder to carry. I counted. Eight. Ten. Fourteen seconds between the flash and the sound.

I watched the sky and the water, choppy where the lights spilled from the portholes and I wondered what Jen and Bella were doing in their cabin.

Lightning flashed again and I started the count over. Nine seconds. Coming fast now.

The first splashes of rain landed five minutes later. I waited to see if that was all, but the next gust brought a heaver downpour and I rolled the mat and pushed it back in its space under the cockpit and went below.

A small ceiling lamp had been left on for me. I went through to the head and brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. I could probably do with a shower to rinse the salt off my skin but couldn't be bothered. I peed and went back through without flushing.

The seats in the saloon wrapped around the table and I lay out on them, but they were too short on either side to stretch out fully so I ended up on my side, curled up to fit the shape. I had stripped off and lay naked under a thin sheet. I wanted to roll onto my back but the shape of the cushions wouldn't let me. The cat rocked underneath me, while outside the storm approached, thunder separated from lightning now by only a couple of seconds. I heard rain dash hard against the deck above me. My head was spinning with thoughts and ideas, wishes and hopes and fears. It had been a very, very long day, and I had no idea at all that it was far from over.

I think I had dozed when movement woke me and I saw Mom walk past. I had turned out the overhead light, but the cat was never completely dark, small night globes throwing faint illumination here and there in case Jack needed to work during the night.

Mom passed close by me, on her way to the head, and I saw she was naked, her body cloaked in shadow, mysterious.

I heard her pee (there is little privacy aboard a boat the size of the cat), but she too didn't flush in case she woke anyone. When she came out she stopped on the other side of the table and I saw her looking down at me.

"You OK, Mom?" I asked.

She put her hand up to her breast, not to cover herself but in surprise. "God, Will, you scared me, I thought you were asleep."

The cat rocked in a sudden gust and she put her hand on the table to steady herself. I caught a waft of the same spicy scent as the oil the girls had used, and wondered if Mom had applied some too. She hardly ever burned though, even after a couple of years of Ohio weather she could lie out for hours without fear. But there it was again, a definite scent.

"I probably was. But the storm woke me."

"You don't look very comfortable there."

I chuckled softly. "I've had better beds," I said.

She stayed looking down at me, then said, "Come on in with me, Will. It's small, but at least you can stretch out."

"I don't know, Mom. You know I'm buck naked under here."

This time she laughed quietly. She held her arms out from her sides and said, "So? Come on, you'll be stiff as a board if you stay there."

"You sure there's enough room?" I asked.

"Just about," she said.

I knew I shouldn't, because I knew what was in my mind, and it was wrong, but I turned off the uncomfortable couch and followed her through in the darkness.

"Do you want the door or the wall side, Will?"

The cabin was miniscule, half the size the one the girls were in, with the shape tapering where it reached into the bow of the starboard keel.

"I'll take the wall," I said, thinking it was the gentlemanly thing to do for some reason.

I rolled across and Mom closed the door and lay beside me on her back, staring up at the porthole in the side.

"I can't remember the last time you slept in bed with me, Will," she said, her voice soft.

Lightning flashed, the thunder almost immediately following.

"A while ago," I said.

"I guess so," she laughed softly. "This is nice though, isn't it?"

I nodded, the glow of the night light letting her see the movement. I gazed across at her body, uncovered, down at the tuft of pubic hair nestling at the base of her belly and it was all I could do not to reach across and touch her.

She rolled towards me and lifted on an elbow and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Goodnight, Will."

She rolled away from me, then wriggled back until her ass was pressed against my hip.

I lay still and silent, staring at the dark cabin roof.

"Spoon, Will?" Mom whispered, and I could hear a tremor in her voice that was swamped by the next roll of thunder. Spooning was an old favorite of hers, but as I recalled it was always her who gave the spoon.

Still, I rolled over, because I wanted to. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, but she must have guessed my indecision because she shuffled back again and lifted up. She tugged one arm beneath her, reached around and tucked the other over her waist. My one hand was on the top of her chest, the other across her belly. Her ass pressed back deliciously against me and I was very aware that my cock was rapidly filling, and as it did it was pressing into the crack between her thighs.

We lay that way for a while, my cock growing until it was fully hard.

Then Mom gave a little wriggle and parted her thighs and my cock slipped between them and rose up until the top of it nestled between her legs. I felt the brush of her pubic hair along the top of my shaft, the warmth of her pussy pressing against me there.

"It's a long time since we've spooned like this, Will," she said, and lifted one of my hands onto her breast, at the same time wriggling her ass against me.

I swallowed. We had never spooned like this. Ever.

I didn't know what to say so said nothing. I kept wondering if this was what she really wanted, but however I tried I couldn't put any other interpretation on what was happening. The boat rocked us, and each movement seemed to press the rigid length of my cock against her pussy. I was sure I could feel her juices flowing out and coating my shaft.

"Mm," Mom said, and her hand slipped down and I felt her fingers find the engorged head of my cock. They circled it lightly, playing with me, then settled around it.

She pressed her ass back against me. No words were spoken, body language was the only conversation taking place.




Florida Vacation



I waited, feeling her body hot against mine, then slid my hand down her belly. I felt the muscles twitch beneath her skin as my hand caressed it. I stopped when I felt the first wisps of pubic hair brush my fingers. Stopped and waited.

Mom's hand brushed against the back of mine as she stroked the head of my cock sticking out between her thighs.

I let my fingers drift down, stopped again. Decision time, I told myself, then almost laughed, because that time had come and gone long ago.

I put my lips against Mom's shoulder and kissed her, tasting the salt on her skin, and let my fingers push between her legs. She lifted her right leg, opening herself, allowing me access, and my fingers traced the central slit of her pussy. Her labia were puffed and firm, and I felt her reach for more of my cock and felt her guiding me. She wanted my cock. The idea excited me, the touch of her fingers bringing shivers through my body.

I pulled on her nipple with my other hand and she arched against me. I knew what was happening was wrong, but had moved past any notion of stopping.

I pressed against her, reached down to where her hand still circled my cock and put my own fingers over hers, tried to guide my cock to her parted pussy lips.

She let the head of my cock open her central slit. I dipped back and down, then pushed my hips up and felt the head of my cock widen the opening and slip inside.

Mom made a little grunt deep inside her throat, then her hand was feeling for my cock. She held me, and where I expected her to pull me in instead she withdrew my cock and left it between her legs. She moved upwards from me so the head of my cock lay hard against the inside of her thigh.

I pushed again, trying to guide myself back inside.

Mom shifted again, and I realized she did not want me inside her. I stopped moving, unsure and a little afraid. I could not be misinterpreting the signals she was giving. Her breast inside my palm was tipped with a solid nipple. Her pussy had been slick and oiled. She was ready. Yet she was stopping me. Was she feeling as confused and conflicted as I was?

Then she moved again, sliding her ass up and down against my front. She half lifted off the narrow bunk, slid up so my cock lay flat against the deep cleft of her ass, then she slid down, catching my cock in that cleft so it drew horizontal, poking deep between her small rounded cheeks.

She hesitated then, for a moment, before wriggled her ass back and side to side, lifting one leg to widen herself. I felt my cock, trapped between her cheeks, then she moved forwards and repeated the entire cycle again as though the first time was practice.

This time her hand came back between her legs and gripped my cock, directing it as she moved and suddenly I felt something oiled and slick against the head of my cock. Mom made that little groan again and stopped.

My cock now rested tight between the cheeks of her ass. The engorged head sat directly against her asshole. I could feel the small round opening, the rough skin surrounding it, could feel the oil Mom had applied there making me slick.

I was scared as hell and equally excited. I didn't know whether I would hold out if what I thought was happening came about. Did she really... really want my cock inside her asshole?

No words were said, no murmurs of encouragement; just the pressure against the head of my cock. More pressure as she changed position and pushed back against me. Her hand still gripped my shaft, holding my cock in place, preventing it slipping away from where it was lodged.

She moved her hand, rubbing the head of my cock around her opening, then pushed back hard. I felt her asshole part, opening against me, and my cock widening it. She was tight and my cock bent against the pressure.

Mom felt it move and eased her pressing, moved away then back, lifting her leg and draping it back across mine. She had half turned onto her stomach, legs splayed now and I was forced to lift myself up to keep in contact; she forced me to lift up because my cock was still gripped tight, and I thought about what I had overhead the night before, Debbi saying how my mother loved being fucked in the ass, and knew now it was true.

Once more that backward pressure. Once more she started to open to me. The head of my cock pressed and her asshole opened. This time, I pushed forward against the backward pressure, forcing my cock into the tight opening and it admitted me reluctantly but willingly and I felt my cock slowly enter her until I was embedded to the ridge of my glans inside her ass.

I felt her shoulders relax, her arm slide away so her hand released me. She had achieved her goal, I believed. But only half achieved, it seemed. Relaxed, she wriggled and eased back and I entered further, the tight oiled entrance submitting to our mutual urging. I pushed hard, excited beyond restraint and my cock slid along the oiled inner folds, slipped deep inside and I felt her soft round ass cheeks press against my belly and I pushed again and slid another inch and heard her sigh softly as though this was the most wonderful thing in her life.

She put her head down, her elbows on the mattress, and started to rock back against me, building a slow, deep rhythm.

I kissed her shoulder again, pulled on a nipple with one hand, searched and found her pussy with the other and caught her hard clitoris between finger and thumb.

She was breathing harder now, gasping with each thrust back she made. I held myself rigid, allowing her to work against me, allowing her to take what she obviously wanted. My cock burned, ready to explode and I bit inside my lip and tried to think of something else, but it was fine because while I was forcing myself to hold back Mom's movement suddenly became much faster, her breath loud now, the small bunk creaking as she drove back faster and faster onto my cock. I felt her tense, then push hard again, her thighs trembling, her belly against my arm twitching as she started to cum.

I stopped trying to hold myself back and allowed the moment to take me over. Felt my cock gripped inside the tight channel of her ass, let the idea of what I was doing root inside my imagination and in a flash of lightning saw what was happening, a glimpse of our bodies caught as though on film, Mom almost on her front now, my body half circled around her, my cock buried to the base inside her ass. Muscles twitched and jumped along her back, and just as she started to regain her composure I felt mine go and cried out once as I ejaculated deep inside her.

She shivered and lifted her hand to stifle a cry. I emptied inside her again. I felt one long stream of cum pouring from me, filling her. I gasped, curling around her back as I ejaculated again... a final time... and lay still, breathing hard, my arms wrapped around her.

Mom lowered her hand from her mouth and reached around behind without turning and laid it against my side. She felt my chest rise and fall as I breathed, I felt her mirror my movements where she lay wrapped in my arms.

I felt my cock begin to soften, still encased deep inside her. Felt myself slide backwards, but Mom kept pressed hard against me and, even soft, my cock remained inside her asshole.

She sighed deeply, pulled my arms even tighter and hugged me to her.

I lay half dazed with wonder, half eaten up with guilt, while I felt her breathing slow and grow light. A while later I was sure she was asleep. I cuddled against her and closed my eyes, feeling the storm moving on, the thunder fading.

When I woke it was light and Mom was shaking me.

I rolled on my back and mumbled something.

"I'm sorry, Will," she whispered, "But I think you'd better go back to the saloon, don't you?"

I rolled my head and looked at her, so beautiful, and realized what she was saying. I nodded. "I guess."

She smiled and leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips.

~~~

The storm had churned up the water around us, clouding it with sand so we could no longer see the striped sand beneath our hull. Jack received a call asking him to sail south to a small group of uninhabited islands. Turned out Jack often did work for the Florida Parks service because he was almost always on the water, and they trusted him not to fuck up any sensitive sites.

There was a large colony of pelicans on the group of islands and the park service wanted Jack to check it out to see if the storm had damaged any of the nesting areas. So we sailed south, instead of east, and by mid-afternoon the islands appeared. Jack dropped the mainsail and came in under jib only, dropping that too then calling for me to let the anchor go up front. The anchor caught and the cat slowed then swung around. Jack hopped from the cockpit and, when we were bow to the wind dropped the stern anchor.

"We can't all go in the skip," Jack said, "But if you want I can bring it back and take the rest of you over."

"How many can the skip hold?" I asked.

"Four, tops," Jack said.

"Well if I come with you, I can bring it back and then bring the girls over when they're ready," I said.

So we climbed into the small fiberglass skip, Jack, Debbi, Mom and me. I wasn't sure how Mom would be with me today, but she appeared to be acting completely normally, as though I had not spent half an hour the previous night with my cock up her ass.

The air was a little cooler after the storm so everyone was wearing tee shirts rather than bikini tops, but when I glanced at Mom and Debbi it was pretty obvious they wore nothing underneath the tees.

Jack leapt out and held the skip while the women climbed into the shallow water, then he pushed it back and waved me off.

"If you don't come over," he called, "I'll yell when we're ready to come back and you'll have to fetch us."

I waved and turned the skip with the oars and pulled back towards the cat.

After I had tied up at the stern and climbed aboard there was no sign of Jen or Bella. I yelled but no reply, so I went below and shouted again.

"In here," I heard Jen call. They were in their cabin, and I felt my cock grown instantly heavy at the thought of what had happened when we had been in there last time.

I made my way back and tapped on the door.

"Come in, dork," Jen said, laughing. They were both sitting on the bed cross legged, still dressed in shorts and tops. Bella's tan had faded from the red of the previous day to a warm brown, her long slim legs were crossed and her shorts had pulled up tight between her legs. My sister was half leaning against one wall of the cabin. Both had a beer in their hands.

"We brought you one. It's up there," Bella said.

I took the opened bottle and slugged back a long draft, thirsty after the rowing.

"What you doing down here?" I asked, leaning against the door.

"I've been trying to persuade Bel," Jen said.

"What about?"

Jen rolled her eyes. "Can't you guess?"

"Not sure it's my place to guess," I said.

"I want her to try a cock," Jen said, "I'm sure she'd like it once she'd tried."

I made a show of looking around. "And where are you going to find a spare cock around here?" I asked.

Jen gave a wicked little smile. "Well..." she said, and Bella made a pretence of looking bored.

"You think I'm just gonna drop my pants?" I said.

"If you don't want to," Jen said, "I guess we'll have to do something else."

"You really want to try?" I asked, looking at Bella.

I looked at me younger sister. "Just when did you get such a taste for cock, Jen?"

She laughed. "I've been at college a whole semester now, Will. You didn't think I was going to waste my time, did you?"

"And what exactly are you studying?" I asked.

She laughed and scooted across the bed until her legs hung over the side. She reached out and grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled me towards the bed. Last night my mother, today my sister. I was lost, but deliriously lost. As I came in reach her other hand dropped to the bulge in my pants.

"You know, Will, I think you might have the nicest cock I've seen, though. Can I get it out?"

"Be my guest."

She unclipped by waistband and in one movement slid down the zip. My shorts gaped and she slipped her hand inside, finding my cock at once.

"Definitely the nicest," she said, pulling it out as my shorts pooled around my feet. "Come and lie on the bed, Will."

She tugged my cock and I followed, lying on my back. Jen pushed my top up around my shoulders, sat on her heels and ran her fingers over my chest, traced the contours of the muscle in my stomach, let her fingers drift down, teased my by passing my cock and tracing along my leg, back up before lightly touching my ball sac and I twitched and she laughed.

"Why don't you shave yourself like Jack does?" Jen asked.

"It's never occurred to me," I said.

"But guys do, don't they?"

"I guess," I said.

Bella had come to sit behind Jen's shoulder and as we spoke she lifted Jen's top and drew it over her head. My sister's small breasts were pimpled with goose flesh, but not from the cold. Her nipples stuck out hard, long pink nubs against her pink areola and breasts. Bella pulled her own top over her head, her larger breasts swinging gently from side to side. I watched the dark brown tips grown stiff and wanted to reach out and touch them.

Jen rolled onto her side and pulled her bikini pants off.

"Would you like it if I shaved my pussy, Will?" she asked, displaying herself to me as she rolled back around. "I know a few girls in college do it. And Debbi does."

I looked at Bella. It was obvious Jen had told her about what we had seen the first night.

"What about you, Bel? You ever thought of shaving?" I asked her.

She bit her bottom lip and looked away before looking back and giving a small nod.

"You want me to shave for you?" Jen asked me.

"Only if you want to," I said.

She laughed. "We could go on like this till they get back. Time's wasting. I will shave for you, but only if you do it too. I'd like to see your cock naked," she said. I was fully hard now and she gripped me in her slim fingers and stroked me up and down, stroked me until a bead of pre cum oozed from my slit. She watched it form, then turned to Bella. "You want to try this? A little starter?" She laughed, enjoying herself.

Bella looked at the bead of clear fluid suspended on the end of my cock. She didn't seem too sure.

"It tastes different to cum," Jen said, continuing her lesson, "Sweeter, really nice. I love cum, but I love this stuff too. They're different. This tastes better, but I love it when my mouth fills with cum and it's all slippery." Her cheeks had flushed as she spoke and I could see she was getting herself aroused.

Bella was leaning close against her now, her breasts pressed into Jen's side, her arms coming around to fold over Jen's breasts. I looked at my sister, back to Bella, and knew that whatever Jen thought this was not going to go the way she wanted.

"No?" Jen said, apparently oblivious to what was going on. "I will then," and she leaned down and extended her tongue. The curled end flicked against the tip of my cock and she lifted the bead of pre cum onto her tongue and closed her lips. "Mmm," she said.

Bella fingers pulled and played with Jen's nipples and my sister leaned back into the embrace of her younger friend. She dropped her hand back so it fell against Bella's thigh. Bella still wore her bikini bottoms, but that didn't stop Jen. She slid her fingers under the edge and pushed the slick material aside. Bella's reddish public hair showed and she straightened her leg, allowing Jen better access. At the same time she pushed Jen's hair off her neck and kissed her there.

I was sure Jen still didn't know what was going on, but from where I lay I could see Bella's eyes, and they were only on Jen.

Jen reached with her other hand and found my cock and stroked me again, one hand on Bella's pussy, the other around me.

"Are you two ever gonna fuck?" Jen said, her voice catching with her own excitement.

I looked at Bella, who had now worked her way around and was suckling on one of Jen's breasts.

"I don't think so," I said.

Jen turned to me, trying to lower herself to my cock, her mouth opening, but Bella was in the way and she couldn't reach.

"You do want to fuck her," Jen said.

I looked at Bella again, oblivious to me, and shook my head. "I don't think Bel's into men that much, Jen," I said.

My sister stopped rubbing my cock as my words sank in. I saw thought flit behind her eyes, saw her putting everything together the same way I had. Then she smiled. She looked down at the top of Bella's head, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly. Bella's lips came off Jen's nipple with a small plopping sound and she grimaced. I didn't think Jen was really hurting her, but couldn't be sure.

"Is that true?" Jen asked, staring down into Bella's face.

"Is what true?" Bella said.

Jen grinned. "You and guys. Or maybe I should say you and girls. Is it true? Have you ever been fucked by a guy, Bel?"

The younger girl looked up at my sister. A moment passed, then she gave a tiny shake of her head.

"You like girls better," Jen said, her voice soft.

Again Bella hesitated before nodding.

"How many girls have you fucked, then, Bel?" Jen asked. I noticed she had moved closer and their faces were now only inches apart. I lay on my back on the bed, forgotten.

Bella looked away, and I knew what the answer was.

"You've never fucked another girl?"

Still not looking back Bella shook her head.

"How long have you known?" Jen asked. She released Bella's hair from the hard grip and let her hand stroke Bella's neck.

"I don't know," Bella said. "It's not something you suddenly realize. It's always been there. I've just grown up into it."

"But you haven't done anything about it," Jen said. "Why ever not, sweet girl?" Jen turned Bella's face back to hers and kissed her eyelids, kissed her cheeks.

"I felt... weird in school. Everyone knows me. Everyone has expectations."

"And now?" Jen said. "Do I have expectations?"

"I don't know. I thought you did. I thought you wanted me and Will to, you know, fuck each other."

"Oh sweetheart. Did I scare you?" Jen asked.

Bella gave a shrug, and even feeling out of things I could still appreciate the way her breasts shook when she moved.

Jen stroked the side of Bella's breast, running her finger along it then underneath, using her palm to lift the weight.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Bel? Because I would love to fuck you. Really fuck you. One girl to another." Jen pecked Bella's cheek with kisses, each one moving closer to her lips.

"I thought you were... you know... you said you liked sucking Will's cock so much, I thought you were really into guys."

"I'm into sex," Jen said, and now her kisses did touch the edge of Bella's mouth and the younger girl turned into the kiss, her lips parting. "I don't know how I got to be so oversexed, but I love fucking. Men, women, anyone, anywhere."

I looked at my little sister, amazed at what I was hearing. She had always been my sweet Jen, pretty and sexy in a distant kind of way. Now she sat naked on the end of the bed kissing Bella, her hand fondling her breasts. Bella kissed her back, their mouths opening. I saw the wet slither of tongues pushing out from one mouth to the other. Saw Bella's hand touch Jen's breast lightly, then harder. Jen was leaning into Bella, trying to push her back, but I was in the way.

I rolled aside and slid off the bed. My cock was still rigid, but I knew I was not going to get any instant relief in the small cabin now.

With the bed clear Jen pushed again and Bella collapsed onto her back, one leg trapped underneath her ass. Jen kissed Bella's throat, moved down to her breasts, pushing them together so she could get both long nipples into her mouth. Jen's ass stuck into the air, her asshole and pussy displayed to me and I stayed leaning against the wall, slowly stroking my cock. I wanted to move up between Jen's thighs and push my cock into her pussy, but didn't know how she would take that, not right at the moment.




Florida Vacation



Although my eyes were closed tightly, every other sense was drinking in the pleasure of my situation; the cicadas were at their peak in the surrounding lush foliage, I could hear the deep throb of an engine as a yacht passed slowly by our canalside vacation villa, almost entirely hidden from view by dense shrubs just outside the pool lanai. The warmth of the sun was on my face and I could smell Veronica's perfume as her head slowed its rise and fall. My short sharp breaths began to recede. 

At last, when my hips finally began to stop their involuntary thrusts, I opened my eyes to look down over my naked chest and abdomen. I watched Veronica swallow the last spasms of warm cum before releasing my spent cock from her eager mouth. She licked her lips seductively and slid silently into the water as I lay back down onto the smooth poolside tiles. With my feet and calves in the cooling water of the pool I again closed my eyes and listened to the regular rhythm of her strokes as she made her way back and forth in front of me. I smiled and reflected on the journey down. 

As soon as we had arrived Veronica had left a trail of clothing that she easily slipped out of on her way to the pool. Easily being the word; it's a six hour drive from home to Miami and we'd left at 3:00am to avoid the heat of the day and the worst of the traffic. She slept almost from door to door, and awoke on the I95 exit ramp to discover her blouse and cardigan wide open, her breasts barely contained by within a tiny lace half cup bra, her nipples in full view. She called me a bastard in mock anger, but didn't trouble to cover herself as the latest trucker opened his cab window to brave the stifling heat for a better view -- news of the show was obviously being broadcast amongst the truckers as we drove toward our destination.

'Well,' I defended myself 'it's only fair I had something to amuse myself with if my passenger is rude enough to sleep all the way!'. 

I told her that as soon as I had been sure she was asleep, I had spent the first hour of our journey south carefully exposing her, one button at a time, to the slow trucks we were passing. On more than one occasion I had driven parallel with a lucky trucker for several minutes as I stroked her bare skin. Rather than be annoyed, she simply sat up to remove her cardigan and blouse to unclip her bra with perfect timing as the next truck drew alongside. As relaxed as you like, she put the blouse slowly back on and made a real show of stroking her breasts erotically. This time the trucker nearly climbed out of his cab to get a better view! 

'That's enough.' She commanded and told me to put my foot down. I could see the truck lights flashing in my rear view mirror as we sped off.

As I lay by the pool, it felt as though the drive down had been hours ago, not just one or two. I must have drifted off as Veronica swam because I gradually became aware of her chatting to someone whose voice I didn't recognise. In my confused and tired state, it took a while for my sleepy brain to realise the voices weren't part of my dream, and also to recall where I was. Once the leap back to reality had been made it took just a fraction of a second longer to realise that I was still naked apart from my unbuttoned shirt. As if it couldn't get any worse, I could feel my throbbing cock aching with an exceptionally hard erection! 

I literally stopped breathing and froze with my eyes wide open when I realised I was in full view of Veronica and her mystery companion! Without hesitating I launched myself into the pool.

I clung to the side of the pool staring in disbelief at Veronica, she casually smiled and introduced Beth, the rep from the villa rental company. Dumbly, I mumbled a hello back to the smiling Beth and could feel myself redden when I considered what had just happened. Not surprisingly, I stayed in the pool for what seemed like an age until Beth finally finished her drink and left.

After seeing Beth out Veronica came back out to the pool smiling like the cat that got the cream. 

'That was fun!' she giggled before refilling her glass and sitting at the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. I swam to her and held on to her knees to listen to what she had to say.

Apparently, she had left me asleep by the pool when she went to answer the door to Beth. Wrapped only in a pool towel she had asked Beth to wait while she grabbed a dress from her still unpacked suitcase, but while her back was turned Beth had made her way out to the pool area. When Veronica had realised Beth wasn't where she had left her, she rushed out to the pool to find her staring open mouthed at my virtually naked sleeping body. Veronica admitted that her first instinct was to usher Beth back inside for a drink, but a sudden wicked thought overtook her and she asked Beth if she would like a drink at the pool bar - if she didn't mind the view of course.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! 

Veronica went on to describe how Beth assured her that the sight of a naked man was not bothering her at all, and that the pool bar would be fine. They had both taken a bar stool each and chatted about the property, places to visit locally, the best beaches and the best shops. In fact, they discussed everything that a rep and client normally would. The only difference on this occasion was a naked guy sound asleep just 10 feet in front of them! 

As she spoke, I noticed a slight reddening to Veronica's cheeks, she took another large gulp of her drink before she continued. She explained that the conversation had trailed off suddenly when both women realised my cock was steadily hardening. Veronica thought the game had gone on long enough and was about to suggest Beth might want to be getting off to her next client when she realised how much she was getting turned on herself. She watched as Beth subconsciously licked her lips and brushed a long painted fingernail against the bare skin of her breast through the open top of her blouse. It was obvious to Veronica that Beth was getting as turned on as she was, and also imagining all sorts of scenarios that clearly involved my cock. 

By now Veronica's voice was trembling slightly as she told me that it had actually crossed her mind whether she dared to ask Beth if she would like to take a closer look, she pictured them both kneeling either side of me, each with a hand gripping my cock as they fed me into each other's mouth! Veronica said that when Beth mumbled something about loving the sight of a hard shaved cock she had made her mind up to go for it. She would take her drink and lead her over to me by the hand. She was confident Beth would not resist, but it was at that precise moment that my eyes snapped open and I leapt into the pool. Damn!

Veronica's trembling voice betrayed that she had clearly turned herself on recounting the events to me. I slid my fingers between her legs to see just how much, they were met by a wetness far beyond anything I had ever experienced. As I explored further, her response mirrored my own from earlier; she leant back on her elbows and watched me unbutton her dress to expose her breasts to the sunlight. Her nipples were rock hard and she smiled when she saw me staring at them, I didn't need a second invitation and immediately pulled myself higher out of the pool to begin kissing her inner thighs, slowly moving higher to reach her wetness with my flicking tongue. I had barely begun to slide by tongue over the full length of her sex before she gripped my head between her legs and forced me to bring her to an immediate orgasm. I don't think even a minute had passed from start to finish but she was already shuddering and moaning as the orgasm began to build. As quickly as she had started, she shuddered to a surprisingly quiet finish and sat up to cradle my head between her legs and breasts. I could feel her heavy breathing reside and several small tremors pass through her. 

I could not believe what I had just heard. I was amazed that my sexy, and often very daring wife, really had considered going so far! She had never discussed bringing a stranger into our sex life before, although I had often suspected she would like me to join her with another guy -- not a difficult conclusion to reach when your wife's favourite toy is a life-like strap on cock! 

'In case you're wondering,' she whispered in my ear 'there's a guy in a boat on the canal behind you, he stopped alongside to do something to his boat while we were talking. At first I'm sure he didn't know we were here, but then pretended he was doing something up on the observation platform when he spotted me, he's been watching for the past five minutes pretending to be busy and peeking through the shrubs when he thought I wasn't looking his way.' 

'Why hold back?' I asked, 'You clearly didn't care that he was there, or that I have been laying naked in front of a total stranger for God knows how long!'. She merely shrugged and explained that she didn't feel too slutty if she pretended she didn't know he was there. Had she put on too much of a show it would have been obvious she didn't care if she could be seen or not. She didn't want to look cheap!

This from a woman who only minutes earlier had contemplated inviting a virtual stranger to get up close and personal with her on her husband's cock.

'I still can't believe you left me lying there though' I repeated.

'Well', explained Veronica, 'It's only fair I had something to amuse myself with if my husband was rude enough to fall asleep as soon as we arrived!'. Touche!!!

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Our villa overlooked a beautiful stretch of secluded waterfront with just one or two other properties visible amongst the mature trees and shrubs on the other bank. 

Not caring if I was being watched or not, I climbed out of the pool to fetch myself a much needed beer from the kitchen, Veronica slipped into the pool as I stepped inside the villa. I poured her a cool coke and grabbed my beer. As I turned, I could see our coy voyeur on the observation platform of his small fishing boat getting a good look at my naked wife. He couldn't see me inside the villa, and, emboldened by the prospect of observing whilst being unobserved himself, he was now standing to get a completely uninterrupted view over the greenery. 

He was a lucky guy because Veronica had just as good a view out as he did in, and had obviously decided to have some fun by swimming back stroke with her gorgeous tits jutting out of the water. She finished with a flourish by grabbing a towel from the side of the pool and climbing out to dry herself, giving him a last look at her naked rear before joining me inside the villa.

She was certainly entering into the spirit of having a no inhibitions week away, and this was going to be a fun vacation if this was how the rest of the week was going to be!

The following days passed in a pattern of early morning naked swims, naked sunbathing until mid-afternoon then a stroll along the seafront with me in shorts and Veronica teasing every guy we passed by wearing a not quite too see through T shirt, or a not quite too unbuttoned blouse. We had fun in local bars with Veronica purposely allowing other patrons a look at just a little too much flesh whenever she could, always naughty but never trashy. Her favourite game was to sit where a guy could see her but his female companion could not. It's a safe game because the guy is not going to try anything on and it's also fun to watch him getting flustered by what's going on out of his companions view. 

The evenings were spent enjoying local seafood restaurants, followed by more naked late night swimming and drinks in our own private hot tub. The villa had been well chosen, the dim lighting around the pool area at night offered enough privacy from the opposite properties while allowing us to walk around naked and enjoy uninhibited fun. 

The extra excitement of knowing there was a possibility, however small, of being seen from the opposite bank just added to the excitement. As there had been no lights visible in the darkness all week we knew they were empty properties opposite, but just the possibility of being seen still added something to the fun. In fact, had there been any lights on, I'm sure our natural inhibitions would have prevented some of the more exhibitionist displays we had provided for our non-existent audience. 

The week flew by and we were soon dressing for our last evening meal before having to pack for the drive home. We decided to go back to our favourite restaurant of the week and reserved a quiet table to enjoy a romantic last night. Veronica was radiant in a body hugging dress that left no doubt that she was sans panties! I followed her into the restaurant just to admire the view and within a few paces of the door realised I wasn't the only one! I love it when Veronica knows she looks good, her confidence goes sky high and even I'm shocked at how bold she becomes. Tonight she knew she looked good and was as confident as I had ever seen her. 

She had a full tan with absolutely no white bits, she had swum for over an hour a day back and forth in the pool, and had used the well equipped gym in the villa for at least two hours every day. To top it off she had been fucked every day and had become more and more vigorous as the week had gone on. It was almost as though the fitter she got the more she needed sex, the more sex she had resulted in her becoming even more demanding, more dominant and even aggressive! Wow, what a great vacation so far. 

We were shown to our table by an extremely keen young waiter who introduced himself as Steve. Steve seemed to only want to talk to Veronica's cleavage. We were seated in a quiet booth rather than one if the central tables, Veronica slid along the curved horse shoe shaped leather bench as I took my place by sliding in the opposite direction from the other side. We were now partly facing each other but also partly facing into the dimly lit restaurant. The ever attentive Steve served us drinks before taking our order. Veronica made no pretence of covering herself from his leering gaze, in fact, when she saw him approaching with the first course she purposely adjusted her dress to give him a better view. I was sure he was going to drop something if he didn't pay more attention to what he was doing.

The evening was perfect, Veronica slid closer as the wine flowed. Eventually, by the time dessert had arrived, she was next to me rubbing my inner thigh. Now I was getting a bit concerned that too much wine was making her just a bit too daring! Even before Steve had picked up the last of the used dishes and glasses from our table to leave, she had unzipped me without warning and even attempted to release my cock, I quickly brushed her hand away and received a mock pout as she called me a misery. Steve must have realised something was going on under the table as she sat up pretending I had hurt her wrist, he just smiled and walked away. By now I was having trouble controlling a growing erection that would be clearly visible through the thin cotton material of my pants when we left -- which was going to be very soon if I had my way.

I was beginning to make plans to leave when Veronica suddenly started waving to somebody standing at the bar across the room. It took me a while to realise, not without some considerable embarrassment, that it was Beth the rep! I was startled when Veronica started beckoning her to join us, memories of our last meeting were all too clear in my mind but before I could do anything to prevent it, Beth was making her way over to us. Shit! This was not good. 

'Join us' insisted a clearly delighted Veronica. 'Come on darling, slide along and let Beth in next to you'. As she said this she stole a quick glance at my groin and the briefest of smiles flashed across her lips. 

This was getting worse, and I mutely did as instructed. Beth smiled at me and slid alongside as I partly rose to move along. Try as I might, I could not completely conceal my embarrassment as my now semi erect cock clearly bulged at my still open fly! 

Beth giggled 'Well hello again Joe'. Then, taking her eyes from the bulge, added; 'I won't stay, you're obviously in the middle of a special meal here!' 

Unfortunately, Veronica assured her she was more than welcome and insisted she have a drink with us. Beth eagerly consented and waved at Steve who immediately brought her fresh drink. Even accounting for his attentive service all evening, I was still surprised that the briefest of eye contact between the two had resulted in a new drink arriving so promptly, and without a word being spoken. Noticing my quizzical look, Beth laughed and explained that Steve was actually her partner, she had called in to have a drink while she waited for his shift to finish. She was supposed to be driving him, but as she was on her third drink already she said he would have to be her chauffer for once. 

Sure enough, a smiling Steve made his way toward us with a jacket on his arm, he held out his hand to help Beth slide back out from the bench. I was beginning to feel relieved that we could at last escape back to our villa, when, without giving me any say in the matter, a very drunk Veronica started to pat the bench next to her and insisted Steve have 'one for the road' with us. 

At first he hesitated and looked to Beth for direction, I guessed he was worried that Beth might just be being polite to a couple of clients and wanted an excuse to leave. To my dismay, he could not have been further from the truth, Beth and Veronica were getting on like old pals and Steve was more than happy to be told to sit down, especially as he was now able to get a proper look at the tits he had been staring at all evening! 

Now we were four, and the evening clearly had some distance to run, the restaurant area was emptying but the bar was heaving with new arrivals. In no time at all we were alone in the gloomy light chatting about anything and everything, the girls were still drinking and try as I might I could not stop Veronica attempting to get her hand inside my trousers. Finally, she achieved her goal and I felt her warm fingers wrap themselves around my growing erection, my eyes widened when she roughly gripped me and pulled on the flesh to release the head. I tried everything to resist it happening, but a mixture of alcohol and knowing that Beth must have been aware of what was happening meant I continued to get harder.

I felt as though I were looking in on a scene in a movie as the three of them continued chatting, I must have looked like a dumb idiot because all I could do was try to control my breathing as Veronica very slowly wanked me off beneath the table. 

Seeing my discomfort, Veronica stilled her movement and contented herself with gripping me tightly around the shaft of my now aching cock until she finally released me.

At last, the game was over, she had fulfilled one of her fantasies and was obviously preparing to end the game. That was what I thought. 

She stood up, put more than enough cash on the table to pay for the evening and announced that we were leaving. She must have known that Steve and Beth weren't going to allow us to get a cab and immediately accepted their offer of a ride back to the villa. As we all exited the bench seat, I hurriedly tucked my semi erect cock away and followed them outside.

The sticky warm air hit us like a hammer, only Steve was still sober, the rest of us swayed as we made our way across the parking lot. With my head swimming, I made a stern decision that the evening was going to end outside the villa. All I wanted to do was to fuck Veronica's brains out! 

Steve and Beth were not going to be coming in for 'one for the road' and that was not going to negotiable. 




Florida Vacation



Ten minutes later, I found myself standing at the poolside bar pouring a whisky for Steve and a glass of wine each for Veronica and Beth! I turned to see Veronica and Beth were already naked and in the hot tub.

Five minutes after that all three of them were sitting naked in the hot tub. 

What the hell had happened to my daring but always in control wife? We had parked on the drive and the two women quickly got out as part of an obvious tactic to leave us behind. Before we had even closed the front door we could hear them shrieking as they jumped naked into the tub. 

They knew what they were up to and easily persuaded Steve to join them. He pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his trousers to reveal a slim physique. Veronica made no attempt to hide the fact that she liked what she saw and didn't take her eyes from him for a second until he had slid into the water. 

She looked at me with her mock pout, begging me to join her without a word being said. What was I to do? Let another guy get up and close with my gorgeous wife as I stood by like a wimp? I had no choice but to strip off and get in too. Not to be outdone, I slowly stripped and made my way to the tub, Beth mirrored Veronica's expression and blatantly stared at my cock as I climbed in.

Whether by design or intent, we were seated boy girl boy girl. I suspect this is how the girls had planned it all along and both immediately slid toward me. Steve raised his glass in salute and smiled as if to assure me he was happy with the situation. At the same time, Veronica on my right stood up to give Steve his first view of her stunning naked tits. With no shame at all she turned to sit astride me and gave me the longest most passionate kiss ever. She tasted of wine and felt as smooth as silk. I responded willingly and felt her grip my erect cock beneath the water. 

I was stunned when she started to lower herself onto me. We simultaneously groaned as I entered her, the fact that Beth and Steve were within touching distance was an incredible turn on. We were fucking in full view of two virtual strangers, something we had always wanted to do, but never expected to happen in reality. Just as she began to get into a steady rhythm Veronica suddenly stopped, climbed off and knelt on the seat next to me. She placed a firm grip with a hand on each side of my head and once again began to kiss me passionately, I closed my eyes and returned her kiss equally. I broke off when I felt Beth stand up next to me and I took in the sight of her stunning body and her swaying breasts as she stepped across me, I realised what she was planning to do and felt my cock jump, at the same time Veronica gripped me again to continue her passionate kiss. Her probing tongue entered my mouth as my cock slid into the gorgeous Beth! I groaned with pleasure into Veronica's mouth as Beth rose and fell on my throbbing cock. 

Dear God, I was in Heaven. Veronica bruised my lips with her almost vicious kissing and Beth began to move faster and faster. I was at the point of no return when Beth suddenly stepped off and Veronica stood to drag me to my feet. It was like having sex with telepathic twins, they hadn't spoken a word but both knew they had achieved their aim. As soon as I was standing, Veronica engulfed me in her mouth, I was totally gone, my balls exploded and a huge rush of warm cum shot into her willing mouth. She must have swallowed a dozen times attempting to gulp everything down but when she finally released me there was still sticky cum on her lips, I collapsed back onto my seat gasping, she stayed seated in the deep water in the middle of the tub, looked up at me and licked her lips clean. 

Beth had placed herself next to Steve and both had clearly enjoyed the oral display Veronica had provided for them, each took a large sip from their drinks and began to passionately kiss. Veronica climbed up to me and slipped her tongue into my mouth, she tasted of me and I could still feel the sticky cum on her lips. We both turned to watch Steve and Beth, as we did so Beth glanced at Veronica and extended her hand toward her. To my surprise, Veronica needed no encouragement at all, and quickly joined Beth on the other side of Steve.

I surprised myself by feeling no jealousy at all as Steve put his arm around Veronicas shoulder and reached down to cup her breast in his hand. Veronica watched me intently and could see I was finding the scene incredibly arousing. Beth stood and stepped across her partner. Even though the bubbles and currents in the pool obscured the view I could see clearly as he entered her, it was Steve's turn to be fucked by Beth and then.............

I snapped back from my dreamy post orgasmic stupor when I realised what could be about to happen! Beth was bobbing up and down on the surface of the water giving me flashes of Steve's cock as she rose above the water level before every downward thrust onto him. Veronica stared at me as Steve continued to massage her breast, she had a strange look on her face, a mixture of lust and concern. It was clear she had also realised what could be about to happen, what would she do if Beth suddenly stepped off? Surely, she wouldn't go that far! 

Looking again at Veronica's expression, I was relieved that she was clearly having doubts about what was happening, my sexy wife was at least in control of the situation and would be able to step back from going too far, but my relief was short lived. As if in slow motion, Beth did stand up and took Veronicas hand. She too had seen the look on her face and was taking the lead. She released herself from Steve and guided Veronica towards him. At first Veronica seemed to resist, both Beth and I assumed Veronica had reached the limit of her daring. She had fucked me in front of two strangers (one for the bucket list of life she had in her head) and finally she had swallowed an entire shot of cum deep into her throat as strangers had watched (a second item on her list - and the one she had always wanted to tick off) and all in one evening. 

I was just preparing for the embarrassing glances and awkward conversation that would inevitably ensue as Beth and Steve dressed to leave, but Veronica had other ideas. Far from resisting, she was actually freeing herself from Beth's grip to turn to face me. I thought she was about to step towards me for protection but instead I watched open mouthed as she began to move back towards Steve. She began to lower herself, and reached into the water between her legs to grab Steve's cock. Steve knew what was wanted and raised himself clear of the water.

Veronica was breathing heavily, licked her lips and continued to stare at me as she reached between her legs. She wanted me to see the full show!

With his back arched and his balls now clear of the water, she guided at least nine inches of hard flesh towards her already well lubricated opening. Her eyes glazed as the bulbous head pushed against her and then slowly began to slip easily in. We both looked deep into each others eyes as she groaned with every entering inch, until at last, he was buried deep inside. They both dropped down below the surface and Veronica began to noisily ride his length, Steve's arms came around her and she held them against her tits as they began to fuck. 

Unlike Beth, who seemed to enjoy her sex with low moaning noises, Veronica is loud once she is beyond caring if anyone can hear. Tonight she was way beyond caring about anything, and each thrust of Steve's cock caused a loud groan to be released from deep down. After what seemed an age of rising up and down just staring at me, her eyes suddenly widened and a real flash of concern swept across her face. Steve was still holding on to her tits helping to her to move at a frantic pace, it was clear that he was near to shooting his load into her! This was not right, my sexy, gorgeous wife was about to be filled with another man's cum.

Quick as a flash, Beth stood and almost pushed a panting Veronica from her man, she pulled his cock clear of the water and engulfed him between her lips. Unsurprisingly, Steve immediately burst into her mouth, she seemed unable to swallow quickly enough and the warm liquid began to seep over her lips. Finally, he was finished and dropped gasping back into the water to leave a smiling Beth to lick her salty lips.

As hard as she tried to conceal it, Veronica was clearly disappointed, she had been on the verge of coming and was left frustrated, I didn't want to believe that she was desperate to be filled by his cum, but deep down I knew it was true and from the look on her face she knew that I knew.

Seeing that look, I felt guilty at feeling relieved she had been deprived of a shared orgasm with Steve, but the thought of having another man's cum inside her was a step too far. I stood in the tub to reveal a rock hard erection to her, her face immediately brightened, she realised that I wanted to show her just how much watching her being fucked so hard had turned me on and this seemed to override her feelings of frustration. 

I decided to take control of the situation and turned her around to face the other two. Holding her at the waist with one hand, I used the other to bend her over. 

She was so well stretched and wet that I slid into her with ease, her wetness was stunning, I could almost feel her dripping onto my balls as I plunged as deep as I could with every thrust. Veronica was beginning to shake and was finding it difficult to stand in the water on the slippery plastic surface. Seeing her predicament, Beth stood to support her with her hands. Steve was happy to watch the show and regain his strength.

As if working as one, without a word being spoken, the two women manoeuvred me to sit back down to allow Veronica to rise and fall at her own pace. I thought we were doing more than OK as we were, but it then became clear why we had changed position. 

In all our time together Veronica had never shown any interest in other women, but Beth was about to change that, she released her hands from Veronicas and placed them either side of her head. It was clear Veronica was a willing participant and needed little encouragement, Beth guided Veronicas panting mouth towards one of her breasts, I felt my cock pulse harder when Veronica engulfed the nipple and began murmering into the warm flesh. This was too much, my balls exploded for the second time and began to pump warm cum deep into her, Veronica responded immediately, and, muffled by a mouth full of Beth's breast, screamed and shuddered as her own orgasm swept through her body. 

At last, when we had both stopped our involuntary spasms, we parted and Veronica collapsed next to me gasping as she tried to regain her breath. Beth had taken a seat next to her and all three of us closed our eyes. The warm water bubbled and currents from numerous pumps swept around us, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I was wondering if Beth did this on a regular basis, did she and Steve often pick up tourists when their inhibitions were down? My musings could have been going on for anything between five or twenty minutes, all sense of time was lost in my drunken state of exhaustion. 

As I dreamt, I became aware of an almost inaudible moaning next to me, I half opened my eyes to see Steve standing in front of Beth while she slowly sucked his cock, I noticed Veronica was watching too and wasn't at all shocked, or surprised, when Beth removed the hard flesh from between her lips, wrapped a hand around it and passed it to Veronica. I moaned quietly as Veronica simply began to lick the shaft and engulfed the head in her mouth. A few hours ago I would have been horrified. Now I was imagining the pleasure she was giving and was surprised when I felt my cock beginning to harden once again. 

Veronica passed Steve back to Beth then turned to kiss me, she even tasted of cock! Her hand disappeared beneath the water and began to pump me back to full hardness, her tongue explored deep into my mouth as she kissed me almost aggressively. Something within her had changed, I felt her bite my lower lip and she stopped rubbing my cock to cup my balls in her hand, she squeezed them hard before releasing them into the bubbling water once again. She turned her attention back to the shaft, gripping it like a vice. 

I returned her kisses just as aggressively and we were soon both locked in an incredibly intense embrace, her hand pumped me so hard I felt as though she would rip my foreskin at each downstroke. I didn't care, she was acting like an animal and the pain was exquisite. We both moaned loudly into each other's mouth, probing with our tongues and crushing our lips together. I almost let out a yell when I felt fingernails dig into my sac, at the same time my balls were tugged viciously down and stretched to the point where the agony almost became too much. What had happened to her?!

With the noise of the tub motors and pumps covering her whisper, put her lips to my ear and whispered in an almost unrecognisable trembling voice; 'You liked me sucking his cock didn't you?'

When I didn't answer, she dug her nails in again. 'Answer me truthfully, you naughty boy!' Her voice was still shaking.

She stared at me waiting for my reply and I couldn't believe how sexy she looked. I slowly nodded my head. 

'I knew it! ' she whispered triumphantly. 'You secretly wished he had filled me with his cum as well didn't you?!' 

Again I was too shocked to answer. I was also concerned that we could be overheard. Again, she punished me by tugging my balls hard.

I nodded again. She smiled and bit my bruised lower lip.

'Put him in my mouth' she whispered so loudly that even the tub didn't cover her voice. Again I didn't react fast enough, my cock was harder than ever before and her nails began to cut into my sac. This time I did yell, Beth looked at me and smiled. 

'Do it!' ordered Veronica.

I couldn't believe what she wanted me to do, but as I hesitated, the hardness of my cock betrayed how turned on I was and the stretching of my sac and balls meant I had to do something. Slowly, I put my hand out, Beth smiled and Veronica kept repeating. 'Do it!' 

'Do it!' 

Louder; 'DO IT!' 

My balls were aching, her fingernails were agony but I was about to come in the water if she didn't stop.

I moved my hand towards Steve and stopped. Seeing me hesitate, my balls were stretched even further.

''Do it! Put him in my mouth!'. Now she was speaking aloud, Beth watched intently, she was as turned on as Veronica and wanted to see what was going to happen, her breasts were bobbing on the surface of the water, her head still close to Steve's rock hard cock. 

My hand moved closer and my balls got squeezed harder. Finally the pain was too much and I had to comply. Touching him with my fingertips at first, I slowly placed my hand around the hard shaft, I glanced at Veronica; she was licking her lips. At last I had my fingers wrapped around the shaft and began to pull him towards Veronica.

She was ecstatic with a look of total triumph on her face. 

'Good boy! Now put him in my mouth.' She parted her lips and tilted her head ready to accept him. She didn't move forward at all and waited until I delivered the flesh to her lips. At last it was done and I let go immediately. Veronica stopped instantly;

'Did I tell you to let go?' her nails dug deeper into my flesh, 'I want you to put him in my mouth and make him come'.

This was too much, but her grip was unrelenting.

I hesitated to react, but with my own cock about to explode I reluctantly took hold of the shaft again and fed it to Veronica's open mouth. Her lips enclosed the purple head, but she still didn't move her head at all. 

Slowly at first, but with an increasing speed I began to wank him off as my wife sat open mouthed and wide eyed waiting for me to feed her his cum. Beth swallowed deeply and I groaned aloud when I felt the unmistakable signs that Steve was about to explode. The first shot of warm seed shot onto Veronicas face and hair. The speed of it had taken her by surprise, but she quickly adjusted her position and her lips engulfed the huge purple head, she was actually swallowing as much as she could! I pumped my hand faster. It was too much, I felt my own cock spasm in the warm water as jet after jet of my own cum entered the tub. My balls were released at last and I sat back gasping for air in the humid night with my head full of mixed emotions. I had just wanked off another guy into my wife's mouth, not only that, I had done my best to ensure she had received the full load and had helped to squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue. What had happened to us? 

It was strange, but I almost felt pride in just how good she was. Steve was a lucky guy but I was luckier, she was all mine and I was getting to discover a whole new side to her sexual confidence.

Steve resumed his position and I sat contemplating what had happened. As I reflected on the scary confidence Veronica had shown when she ordered me to feed Steve to her, Beth leant toward her and kissed her fully on the lips. Veronica returned the kiss and was obviously enjoying the sensation when Beth then broke away to collected a small amount of Steve's cum from her hair onto her finger. She slid the finger into Veronica's mouth. Beth was clearly experienced in seducing women and slowly helped Veronica to sit on the side of the tub with her legs in the water. Veronica must have known what she was about to do, but seemed to be detached from her body. Her expression didn't change as Beth gently parted her legs and began kissing her inner thighs. 

Far from discouraging her, Veronica leant back and let out a gasp. Beth needed no further encouragement and began kissing closer and closer to her goal. I watched open mouthed as Beth finally reached far enough and began to gently kiss the moist swollen lips beneath the neatly trimmed pubic hair between Veronica's legs. Her experienced tongue opened Veronica entirely, the pink flesh glistened as the tongue worked its way toward the mound of her clit. As soon as the gentlest of caresses touched her at her most intimate and sensitive spot, Veronica gasped aloud again. 

Beth knew she had her, and her tongue worked its magic, flicking and probing every spot. Veronica's erect nipples jutted into the air as she leant further and further back out of the pool until she was lying flat on her back. Her legs stretched wide open inviting the tongue and newly introduced fingers to enter her as deeply as possible. I glanced at Steve who was clearly enjoying the scene as much as me. Veronica was thrashing her arms and head about wildly, gripping her hair, pinching her nipples, crushing her tits, and occasionally grabbing at Beth's hair until at last it happened. She experienced an orgasm unmatched by anything I had ever given her, her screams were completely uninhibited as she gasped for air, Beth didn't let up at all and I watched her lips close around Veronica's clit as several fingers were firmly, but very gently, slicked in and out of the wet opening beneath.

With a final groan, Veronica's arms fell flat at her sides and Beth slipped back into the tub. All three of us watched Veronica's breast rising and falling in time with her rapid breathing and two of us had yet another raging hard on! What a night!! Veronica remained still with her own juices still trickling from between her legs, and made no attempt to adjust her spread-eagled position, she was on full view and couldn't have cared less.

None of us moved for at least five minutes, and I thought Veronica was asleep, when she raised herself onto her elbows to face us. Her hair was a mess, her face and breasts were rosy with post orgasm blotches and she was smiling from ear to ear. 

'Thanks guy's. That was fantastic, but one of us hasn't come at all this evening.' With that statement she looked at Beth and we realised she was right. 




Florida Vacation



'It's only fair you two remedy that right now' she added and stood to grab towels for each of us. 

As Beth began to dry herself, Veronica threw a towel to each of us and waited until we were dry before she gripped us both by our cocks and led us into the villa. 

'I'm going to help Beth dry herself, while I'm gone you two can get into bed and wait. When she comes in, you two will do anything I tell you to do until she is totally satisfied. I will expect you both to do exactly as I say. Joe knows the punishment if you hesitate!' I winced at the pain my aching balls were still giving me.

Just what Veronica meant by saying we would obey her every order, we were about to find out. I knew the thought of having two rock hard cocks at her disposal was her absolute favourite fantasy, but I was also beginning to see a dominatrix within her that I had never seen before and it was as scary as it was incredibly erotic.



Florida Vacation



"Uncle Matt?"

He laughed, "I think we can drop the Uncle part, don't you? At least when we are alone."

Just then I heard the sound of a car pulling around to the front of the house. 

"Oh shit."

Uncle Matt...I mean Matt sat up quickly from his spot. He leaped to his feet and reached out to help me up. I grabbed my bikini as he put on his trunks. There was a slimy wetness on the ground beneath me. I looked at it, not knowing what to do. 

He turned me around and said. "Don't worry. I'll get it. Go to take a shower. Dump your suit into the hamper. It'll be ok."

I moved to run away. I could hear them slamming the car doors. But before I could move, Matt pulled me to him and he kissed me, he kissed me like a man kisses a woman, not a child. His tongue was deep, strong and sure. I began to ache. The pleasure was intense. 

"When you heal, we'll do it right, in a bed. We also got to see about getting you on the pill," he said. He spanked my bottom, and then he let me go. 

I ran into the bathroom I shared with Carmel as they reached the door. Their laughter was loud. I heard a splash. Uncle Matt jumped in the pool, pretending like he took an evening swim. The hot water flowed from the showerhead and I moved under it as I heard the front door slam. They brought us dinner, they said. My tortured body stood under the hot sprays, absorbing the heat. The water washed away the blood. 

My first time wasn't want I imagined, but it was more then I could have dreamed possible and even though I was starting to feel the after effects and even though I knew this weekend of nonstop activity would be hell on me. It was worth it. It had to get better, right? That is why there were some people who could fuck several times a day. The body got used to it. It wouldn't always hurt like this. I just needed practice and if what Matt said was true. I was about to get a lot of it.