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By: Fetch



It was about a few months ago, when I met my new girlfriend. I was 36 and divorced, as I got to know Avril. Avril was a fine good looking woman, 35, average height/weight, and perky B cup tits. She was quite nice, and she had a daughter from 18, called Jessica. She was the equal of her mother: brown-blondish hair on shoulder height, blue-greenish eyes, a body every men would get a woody from, and the most perfect C cup breasts you could possibly imagine.

We all got along pretty good. They moved in with me, and the sex I had with Avril was incredible. She was really good in bed, and I even was allowed to fuck her ass, but she had one minus... She refused to swallow my cum. On a certain day, Avril had to leave town for a few days, since her company she worked for had ordered her to go to Manhattan to make some deals with potential business partners.

This sudden lack of sex kind of annoyed me, but of course, I didn't want to prevent her of making promotion, so I agreed to be a week home alone... At least, alone with Jessica. The beautiful eighteen-year-old didn't seem to be bothered by the situation too much. Avril left on a Monday, and as I kissed her goodbye, Jessica waved me goodbye as well, and left on her motorbike, leaving me alone. 

Unfortunately, I had been so stupid to take a few days off, which caused me to bore the hell out of myself during daytime. After a few hours of doing nothing or thinking about what to do in the house, I decided to watch a movie. I chose 'Wild Things 2', and after a certain moment, Leila Arcieri and Susan Ward started to make out together. I immediately got a hard-on, and I couldn't help but grabbing my dick out of my boxers. It was already 8", and a few drops of pre-cum leaked already out of the head of my stiff dick. I jerked off slowly, my eyes glued to the screen. Maybe a bit too glued to the screen, because I didn't even hear Jessica coming home. – Until she stood in the living room.

"Hey Sam, what are you – Oh my God..." She gasped as she saw me jerking off my dick. I turned around and looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. I covered my crotch, and stared ashamed at Jessica, in her schoolgirl uniform. (Blue plaid skirt, white blouse, and white knee socks.) "Look, erm... Jess... It's not what you think."

"Well, I think that, because of the lack of sex, you're pleasuring yourself now while watching some movie with two girls making out." Jessica stated, highly amused. I couldn't help but grin, and I threw my hands in the air, deciding to make the best out of the situation. "You got me! I can't lie to you, so yeah, I was jerking off." I admit.

"I thought so already, jackass." She joked. She took a seat next to me, pouring her a vodka cola. It was something her mom wouldn't let her and I would. (A 'stepfather' sometimes does such stuff to keep the kids happy.) She put in some ice cubes, and found it extremely funny that I was doing the best I could to cover myself from her. She took the TV remote and hit the play button again. That same moment, Leila & Susan were making out again, grinding against each other, as it was the last thing they'd do...

"What are you doing?" I breathed, quite in shock. Jessica hadn't scolded me out for a pervert, she hadn't run away out of shame, she didn't even want to hear an explanation.

"I think it's a nice movie. You don't mind if I watch, do you?" She asked sweetly, taking a sip of her drink. I confirmed I didn't have a problem with it. Still quite amazed, I kept looking at the teen that was paying attention to the TV screen. I couldn't help it, but all of a sudden, my cock got erected again. Jessica seemed to have noticed it. She chuckled, and finished her drink.

"Wow... You're really horny, huh?" She asked, still smiling. I, in all my honesty, agreed, not knowing where this would lead into. She kicked off her shoes and socks, and laid herself half in the couch, still watching the movie. All of a sudden, she looked at me, and I could have sworn she had another look in her eyes. I tried to zip my pants again, as suddenly, her hand stopped me.

"Jess... What the..." I muttered, as she got my dick out of my pants again. I didn't know what to do; now my beautiful teenage daughter was leaning between my legs and admiring my 8" dick. I gulped as she held it firmly in her hand.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time already, you know? I've heard you fucking mom, and I know you're good in bed and such. Besides, I've had some experiences with boys lately, so let me try how hard I can get you before I let you fuck my hot pussy."

I couldn't believe what she was saying. I doubted whether to give in, or to reject this and act mad. My brain told me to go for the second opinion, but be honest – Who would have rejected such a hot chick? So I let her do whatever she wanted.

"Let's see how rocky we can get this fellow, huh?" She whispered, "It's quite big already. Much bigger than the dildo Ciara and I used on each other last week." A rush went up and down my spine, excited about the thought Jessica and Ciara had done stuff to each other. "You like that, huh? The thought of Ciara and I kissing, undressing each other, touching each other's tits and rubbing our pussies before we licked each other and made each other cum with a dildo? Hmmm, she was so good, and she tasted so nice... We've spent two hours fucking each other, while you were working on your PC downstairs. I think I'll tell Ciara what a wonderful cock you have, maybe she wants to see this too." She cooed, jacking off my shaft slowly.

My breath had become heavy as this pretty teen kept teasing me by stroking my cock and rubbing my balls. Laughing at my desperation, she finally started licking the head of my dick, circling her hot tongue around it. She kept blowing me and took my monster deeper and deeper every time she took it in her mouth. In the end, I had my dick stuck in her throat, and I came with a few blasts. She took all of my jizz in her mouth, and swallowed it easily. I was pleasantly surprised, since her mom refused to do that.

After this kind of treatment, I actually got rid of my shame, and I decided for myself I was going to have a good fuck with this pretty slut. I unbuttoned her blouse in a rush, and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. Her firm C cup tits appeared, and I started to suck at her right nipple, pinching the left one with my hand, while my other hand squeezed the tit I was sucking at. She started moaning, letting me know I was doing a good job. I let go of her breasts for a single moment, because I wanted to get rid of my T-shirt, as well of my jeans and boxers. In a few seconds, I was naked, and so was she, except for her thong and her skirt. I stood up and pulled her against me, going down on her.

I slid my hands underneath her skirt and pulled her thong down, which was already wet from her juices. I grabbed her ass firmly, and pressed her body against mine even harder, feeling her nipples against my chest while my dripping dick prodded against her skirt. I moved over to the dinner table and lifted her up, so she sat there with her ass on the edge. She took my cock in her dainty hand as I slipped my fingers underneath her skirt and found her wet hole. I put one finger in, and added immediately another, since she was wet as an ocean. We masturbated each other in unison, while we both worked on one of her boobs with our free hands.

Continuing like this for several moments, we were both horny as hell. I almost tore her skirt of her well-curved hips, and dropped in on the floor, now admiring her naked beauty in front of me, ready to be fucked mad. She decided to play along, and opened her legs a bit further, allowing me to see even more.

"You like that, Daddy?" She teased, putting the accent on 'daddy'. For some reason it turned me on extremely, and she had seemed to have picked up that track as well. She leant back on her hands as she looked at me seductively. "You can have it, Daddy. Just put that hard dick of yours in it." She cooed sweetly.

I, never wanting to disappoint a beauty, put the head of my erected dick right in front of her cunt lips, and trusted inside, making her scream of joy. I felt euphoric screwing her on the table, clearly seeing she was having fun as well, as her breasts knocked together each time I trusted deeper into her tight pussy.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" I informed. "You like that, your big fat cock in my tiny hole, Daddy?" She replied. I was going out of my mind, I swear you. "Yeah baby, Daddy's going to fill your teenage cunt with his hot cream!" "Ow yeah, Daddy, make me a big girl, fill my tight hole with your milk, blast your jizz loads into my body!" Encouraged by my baby, I fucked her even more vigorously, and besides the clapping of my balls against her body and her 'Oh my God's', nothing much was said.

Finally, I came again, and I announced it proudly. She moaned and started to rub her clit quickly, and she came almost at the same time as I did. Her orgasm was subsiding, as my cock was already getting hard again. I turned her over swiftly and parted her ass cheeks in a hurry. Without warning her, I jammed my 8" into her asshole, making her cry out in pain. Soon enough she started to moan, as she half lay on the table with her ass up in the air. I pumped in and out while rubbing her clit and fingering her.

We both were cumming extremely hard, and as I squirted into her asshole, I shot so much that I thought I filled her whole body. I redrew my dick out of her puckered hole, and my cum dripped out of her ass. I decided we hadn't played enough yet.

"Look at that, now you're making the floor dirty." I grinned evilly. "Oops, my mistake. You actually are making everything dirty." I corrected myself, pointing at my cock that had just fucked her arse. She bow down a bit and started licking my dick clean while I still was hard. As soon as she had cleaned up my tool, I grabbed her from the table and positioned her that way that she was bending over the table, her ass proudly in front of me and my hot body.

"You've been bad." I informed her, letting my hand land hard on her ass cheek. She cried out, though she liked it as hell. "You're a little slut, you know that? Fucking your stepfather?" Another spank. "You filthy whore." A third spank. She got obviously turned on by my dirty talk, so I decided to see how far I could go. I spread her ass cheeks and looked at the puckered hole I had ravaged a few minutes ago. I licked it and without hesitation, I inserted a finger, circling around in her hot cave. She moaned loudly, and while I was finger-fucking her ass, I spanked it with my free hand, leaving red bruises on both cheeks. I managed to get my cock in her pussy again, and trusted deep in her, making her completely go insane.

The combination of my finger in her ass, the spanking and my cock squirting cum in her pussy must have done it. She literally started to cry out of joy, and sank down on the floor, taking me down with her. I let go of her ass, and turned her around, so I could see that hot face as I put my water hose into her garden again. She had a look of a primate in her eyes as I looked at her. So happy to get fucked by an expert.

I rammed my rod into her, holding her hips and leading her all the way. With every trust I got deeper in her, and her tits were clapping together the whole time. "I'm going to come, slut, where do you want to have my hot jizz?" I screamed, while moving in and out even more rapidly. I didn't got a reply. "I said, where do you want me to release my cream out of that hard cock you've sucked dry?" She moaned, and I impatiently slapped her face, screaming for the third time. "For the last time, you stupid whore, where do you want to receive my milk?" She kept crying out in pleasure and pain, so I decided for her. I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and aimed on her tits, as my balls released my hot sperm and shot it right on her naval, breasts and a few drips even on her shaven pussy.

As my orgasm finally subsided, I looked around in the living room. The movie was still on the screen, though the image had frozen on the moment the two girls were kissing, Jessica and my own clothes were spread all over the place, the table had a thin layer of sweat, where Jessica's contours had been, and there were splats of cum all over the floor. Not to mention my stepdaughter, who was laying naked, and covered with cum, on the carpet. For some awkward reason, she seemed to been sleeping, because she had curled herself up and laid now down peacefully, probably exhausted by the past hours. I couldn't help but smiling, and considering I was too tired to go upstairs as well, I decided to spend the night on the couch. I was so sunk away in my thoughts, that an airplane could have crashed in the kitchen, I wouldn't have heard it. I didn't hear anything.

"Sam?!" The sound of my girlfriend/wife's voice cut through my brain, as I looked around and saw her standing in the living room, looking around in shock. Her keys hit the floor, and right at that moment Jessica seemed to get awake again.

"Mom?" 

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Sarah stepped off the airplane. It wasn't so much the moist Caribbean heat that immediately embraced her but the fragrance -- tropical vegetation and a hint of the sea. It was remarkable that a mere four hours in a plane could lift her from the frozen and aseptic air of Toronto to this. She took a deep breath and turned to her friend, Amanda. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all."

Amanda smiled. It was she who had suggested a vacation after Sarah's on-again, off-again relationship had imploded under the weight of expectation (hers) and deer-in-the-headlights fear of commitment (his). Sarah needed a reset and Amanda had been more than willing to facilitate it. Sarah was thirty-three after all, and had become disillusioned with the arrested development of her male peers, whose romantic vocabulary and erotic sophistication seemed to derive almost exclusively from internet porn.

Before boarding the bus to the resort, Amanda bought several cans of local beer from some young entrepreneurs with coolers. A couple of beers into the bus ride, Sarah felt herself getting caught up in the giddy excitement of those who, like her, had escaped the confines of winter.

After a quick check-in, Sarah and Amanda followed the porter along a path lined with palm trees and gardens abundant with tropical flowers. In their suite, Amanda tipped the porter and joined Sarah on the balcony, which overlooked the ocean and a welcoming stretch of pristine white sand. 

"Oh God," whispered Sarah, leaning against the railing. "It's beautiful."

A pair of small sailboats rode the glistening swells near the breakwater and a small army of scantily clad people frolicked on the beach.

"Let's get changed," said Amanda.

Sarah had brought two bathing suits -- a modest pink number and a turquoise string bikini. On seeing the former, Amanda gestured to it and asked, "Does your mother know you borrowed that?" Then, with a sniff of disdain, she grabbed the offending garment and scurried to the bathroom with her own suit.

While Amanda readied herself in the bathroom, Sarah quickly stripped and donned the bikini. She appraised herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought as she adjusted the top to keep her ample breasts somewhat covered. A strict diet and more sit-ups and planks than she cared to remember had flattened her tummy into something approaching beach-worthy. Full hips -- perhaps a little fuller than she would have liked -- tapered into long, toned legs. Overall, Sarah was happy. While she perhaps couldn't compare with the twenty year olds at the resort, she felt that she could more than hold her own with those a little older.

Amanda emerged from the bathroom and Sarah's eyes widened. "Any less of a bathing suit would be nothing," she said.

"Hm. I might try that."

"What?"

"Nothing." Amanda approached Sarah and walked a circle around her, studying her appraisingly. "Not bad," she said, "but we're on vacation." With that and a flagrant disregard for the notion of personal space, she narrowed the bottoms of the already narrow triangles that strained to contain Sarah's breasts. "Better," she pronounced, eying the thin strip of fabric that now barely covered Sarah's nipples. "Let's hit the bar."

On the way, Sarah surreptitiously adjusted her top again.

The bar was several rows deep with newcomers. Sarah hadn't seen so much exposed skin since the summer. After months of sweaters and parkas, it was refreshing. She entered the press of flesh with Amanda and ordered a pair of rum and cokes. Amanda was engaged in a flirtatious conversation with one of the bartenders and Sarah left her to claim a couple of vacant loungers by the pool.

Amanda soon joined her. Her face wore an I-know-something-you-don't grin.

"I noticed that there are no kids here," said Sarah.

"Really? Huh." Amanda smiled and sipped her drink and eyed a group of men at the swim-up bar.

"Is this some kind of hedonist resort?" Sarah wouldn't have put it past her, but with the sun warming her skin she didn't really care.

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly?"

"It doesn't promote itself as such."

There was more; Sarah could sense it.

"There aren't any orgies or anything like that," continued Amanda. "No grottoes of iniquity." Amanda blew a lock of her untamable corkscrew hair out of her face.

"But..."

"But you can, if you want... um... suggest what you're interested in."

"Suggest?"

"Look around. Have you noticed that a lot of people are wearing bracelets."

Sarah looked. In addition to the ubiquitous resort wristbands, perhaps half of the guests were sporting bracelets of different colors, sometimes multiple bracelets. "So?"

"They distribute bracelets if you want them." She hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. "Red for one-on-one straight. Green for gay. Blue for FMM, pink for MFF, black if you want a bit of kink thrown in. Some others that you may not be interested in. It's kind of like hedonism-lite."

Sarah looked at Amanda's wrists. Red, blue, and pink. "Jesus, Amanda. That's kind of like advertising."

"So?"

"It's just... gross."

"We're on vacation for a week. Who has time to negotiate?"

"But..."

"Do you want one?" Amanda held out her hand. It contained several bracelets of different colors.

Sarah groaned. "Let me think about it."

Amanda didn't move her hand.

"Shit," said Sarah, picking up a red bracelet. "Happy?"

Amanda smiled and returned to the bar, ostensibly to return the unused bracelets. Sarah watched as she and a bartender chatted and grinned at each other. He touched her arm and she placed a hand on top of his. Sarah looked away and reluctantly slid her bracelet onto her wrist.

It wasn't long before a member of the animation team approached. "Hello, pretty lady."

"Hello," said Sarah.

"I'm Julio," he said.

"Sarah."

"Beautiful name, Sarah. For a beautiful woman."

In spite of herself, she blushed. His accent oozed a knowing sensuality. Julio was handsome, dark, and fit. He held a water polo ball.

"Would you like to get wet?"

"Pardon me?"

Julio laughed. "Water polo, my pretty Sarah. Five minutes."

Sarah could feel a renewed warmth on her cheeks. "I'm fine, thanks."

"Later, maybe." Julio looked at her expectantly.

"Sure."

Julio winked at her and moved on to a group of twenty-somethings. She couldn't help but to gawk at his ass. Get a grip, she told herself. He's barely out of his teens. Sarah slipped the bracelet off her wrist and slid it into her bag.

* * *

From his perch at the swim-up bar, Nick surveyed the guests around the pool. By and large it was a young crowd. There were some obvious couples but the majority could not be categorized. His gaze stopped at the woman in the turquoise bikini across the pool and lingered there. She was pretty and young and probably way out of his league. What caused him to pause was not so much her body, which was pause-worthy in its own right, but her face. It was one of those rare, expressive faces that could only be described as open. His wife had had a face like that -- complex but readable. Inviting and comforting. The woman in the bikini had a flawless of complexion, wide-spaced grey eyes, small nose and full lips, all framed by dark blonde hair. Lest he be accused of ogling, he scanned the pool again, only to return to this woman. While his mind knew that there was little or no possibility with her, his eyes had no such qualms.

Conditioning dictated that he at least try to see whether she wore a bracelet but her left arm was momentarily hidden. He sipped at his rum and coke. He'd heard from one of the staff members that the whole bracelet thing had started with a large group of swingers who had descended on the resort some years back. They'd come with a rainbow palette of bracelets to identify who was into what. After several years of using the resort as their base, the swingers had eventually moved on to another location and the bracelets had disappeared for a season. The resulting decline in the number of return visitors to the resort caused the owners to quietly reintroduce the bracelets, albeit as an officially non-sanctioned attraction. And so the staff continued to perpetuate the legend of the bracelets and, of course, benefit from whatever came their way while the resort owners looked the other way. The bracelets were good business.

Nick had chosen a red bracelet, not so much that he was desperate for action but to dispel any notion that he and his brother were a couple. If the red bracelet led to something, fine. If not, he wasn't worrying about it. There was enough sunshine and ocean and booze to ensure that he would have a good time.

He watched with interest as one of the staff members approached bikini girl and chatted her up. She moved her arm and he saw that she wore a red bracelet too, which made her less adventurous than her friend, who wore three or four, but still available. Her relative modesty pleased him and he was glad that his initial impressions of her hadn't been proven false by an armful of bracelets. The staff member was obviously putting the moves on her. To her credit, she looked a little flustered and uncomfortable. She smiled and shook her head. Nick saw that she had a dimple on her left cheek when she smiled. He was a sucker for dimples. After several minutes, the guy moved off. Nick grinned when he saw the woman removing her bracelet and slipping it into her bag.

"Are you going to talk to her?"

His brother had returned with drinks. Seven years younger than Nick, Adam was all of the things Nick had once been -- carefree, supremely confident, and enviably fit.

"Maybe. I don't think she's in the market though."

"Why?"

"Just a feeling." 

"Too bad. But you should still talk to her. Nothing ventured...."

"Yeah."

* * *

Amanda returned from the bar and reclined on the lounger, unconsciously arranging her long limbs to show them to the greatest advantage. "I think we might need to set some ground rules in case either of us decide to take advantage of the bracelet thing."

"Okay," said Sarah, thinking reluctantly about how it would be with Julio.

"If the do-not-disturb sign is backwards, it means that the room is occupied."

"Sure," said Sarah. "But can we agree that the room is there for sleeping too?"

"Alright. No shenanigans after midnight."

"Deal."

Amanda glanced over to a path on which one of the resort staff waited. "Do you need the room now?" she asked.

Sarah followed Amanda's gaze. "Already?" she asked with some surprise. Years ago, Sarah would have been aghast at Amanda's promiscuity; now it was just par for the course. There were times that Sarah envied her friend. For Amanda, sex was like a massage -- intimate, pleasurable, and relaxing -- and little more than that. For Sarah, who'd been raised to think that sex was something that all guys craved and good girls withheld, the act itself was something to be negotiated and allowed only if a myriad of conditions were met. 

Amanda grinned. "We're only here for a week."

With that, she was off. 

Yes, there were times that Sarah envied her friend.

* * *

Nick wasn't one for dancing. Bad genes and a singular lack of rhythm had given him all of the grace of one who has had his spine fused. That said, he wasn't above enjoying the sinuous grace and wanton gyrations of the women on the dance floor. Adam had no such limitations and dove into the fray. Not bad, bro, he thought as his brother zeroed in on a pair of young women and smiled his youthful acknowledgement. The girls smiled back. Nick shook his head. If only he had half of Adam's nerve.

He thought he saw bikini girl with her friend on the dance floor, but the pulsing lights made it hard to get a bead on her.

After an hour or so of being pummeled by the driving bass, Nick had had enough. He exited the disco and wandered a path that eventually led him to the pool bar. It was much quieter now than it had been before, although the thump of the bass could still be heard rolling across the resort like a war drum. He ordered a drink and looked around. Some of the tables were occupied by couples in quiet conversation. Then his eyes fell upon the woman with the turquoise bikini, sitting alone. Only now she wore a white skirt and loose blouse.

He wondered whether she was waiting for someone. He waited for a couple of minutes, debating whether to approach her. Move, idiot, he told himself.

Before he had a chance to chicken out, he walked over. Taking a chance, he said, "Escaping the meat market?"

* * *

The sudden intrusion of a voice into her reveries surprised her. "Sorry?"

The man gestured with his head to the disco.

"Yeah," admitted Sarah.

Sarah wondered whether he was another creep intent on one thing only. She studied him. He was older than she and seemed a little nervous. Sarah found this cute and reassuring because she felt a pang of apprehension herself. She was always on her guard when a strange man approached her and had a knack for recognizing their motivations. Perhaps it wasn't a knack; their motivations seldom strayed too far from the predicable. The man stole a glance at her wrist and then her ring finger. He was trying to be subtle about it and grinned ruefully when he noticed that she'd noticed. He was wearing a red bracelet.

"Any luck?" she asked, nodding at his bracelet.

"No," he admitted. "But then, I only put it on under duress."

"Ah."

"And you? Not interested in the bracelet game?"

"I'm vacillating."

"I can vacillate with you if you don't mind the company."

"Sure."

They introduced themselves and fell into the uncomfortable silence of two people who knew nothing about each other.

"So, Sarah, what do you do when you're not..."

Nick looked momentarily flustered. "Not what?" asked Sarah.

"Ah, jeez, I let my mouth get ahead of my brain."

"I'm curious now."

Nick took a deep breath. "I was going to say '...when you're not improving on an already breathtaking scenery.' But that would have been hokey."

Sarah could feel a warmth rising to her cheeks. "It's quite alright. And thanks. I'm an actuary."

She waited for his eyes to glaze over. Instead, he smiled. "What are the chances of you allowing me to get you a drink?"

Sarah smiled back. "Better than average."

"Great. I'll be right back."

Sarah watched him go. She pegged his age at close to forty. He was on the handsome side of average -- not GQ but not hard on the eyes either. He leaned against the bar and chatted to the bartender as the drinks were prepared. He wasn't really her type. That said, her type hadn't gotten her much of anywhere of late. Though she didn't hear the chorus of angels that heralded the beginning of a new infatuation, she did hear her inner voice -- pay attention, it said.

He returned with a pair of Mojitos and sat down. His knee brushed hers and quickly retreated. "And what do you do?" she asked.

"I'm a high school teacher."

"Brave man."

"It's not too bad. The kids are good, usually."

Sarah sipped her drink. They chatted for a while longer and then arrived at the point in the conversation where it would either veer into more personal matters or peter out under the weight of mundaneness.

"So, who are you here with?" he asked.

"A friend," she said. Then realizing that she wasn't really saying anything, amended it. "A girlfriend." Shit. "A friend friend." That was clumsy, she thought.

He laughed and she relaxed. "I'm here with a friend friend too. My kid brother, actually."

"Here's to friend friends," said Sarah, raising her glass.

He touched his glass to hers and they both drank.

More small talk punctuated by periods of silence. Strangely, these periods of silence weren't at all uncomfortable. Sarah was grateful that Nick didn't feel the need to fill the air with words and practiced lines. On the other hand, much was revealed in unthinking talk, and so far, he had revealed very little of himself.

"Married?" asked Sarah, surprising herself. 

* * *

The question had come out of nowhere. Nick had been thinking the same about his companion as well -- her status, her possible willingness -- but hadn't thought of a tactful way of asking. He looked at her in surprise. "No," said Nick.

"Attached?"

"Widower."

"I'm so sorry."

Nick shrugged. "It happened a couple of years ago." 

"Do you mind me asking..."

Nick shrugged. "An icy road and an unfortunately located tree." He took a deep breath. "If it had been a drunk or something, I would have had somewhere to focus my anger. As it is, there's only God."

Sarah looked acutely uncomfortable. Nick had said too much, revealed too much bitterness. Dumb. "How about you?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Single."

His eyebrows rose.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Come on," she insisted.

"I just figured..." He stopped. She'd trapped him. "I'm surprised."

"How so?" Sarah was enjoying this.

Enough backpedalling, thought Nick. Time to go on the offensive. "I find you very attractive in every way that matters. A man would have to be a fool to let you go."

Sarah's eyes widened. Way to go, Romeo, thought Nick. 

"Thanks. I guess I've met my share of fools."

After another round of drinks, Nick walked Sarah back to her room. Every now and again, their hands brushed each other, just often enough to be significant but not so often that chance couldn't be ruled out.

"Here we are," Sarah announced.

Too soon, thought Nick. 

She inserted her card into the lock and turned to him. "Thanks for keeping me company. I had fun." She stood on her toes and placed a hand on his shoulder. Her lips brushed his cheek. 

His hand rose to her waist, eager to hold her there for a moment longer, but she spun and opened the door.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sure," she said. "I'd like that."

The door closed and Nick blinked at it. She'd meant it.

* * *

Adam had scheduled a snorkeling excursion for the next morning. Over breakfast, Nick scanned the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarah before the group left. He'd spent much of the night replaying his time with her and probably reading far more into the kiss than a grown man of any experience should have. Get a grip, he told himself. Eventually he fell asleep.

Just as the group was about to board the bus, he glimpsed Sarah in the lobby. He asked Adam to wait and jogged to where she was exchanging money.

"Hi Sarah."

Her face lit up. "Nick!"

"Listen, I have to go in a minute, but would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds great."

"Fantastic. I'll meet you at the lobby bar at six." He grinned at her like a fool until he heard Adam calling his name.

As the boat cruised to the reef, Nick thought of Sarah and their imminent date. He'd been on dates before since his wife's passing, but they'd been uncomfortable affairs. Invariably he'd felt like an actor playing the role of a man on a date, speaking the lines and going through the motions. And while he'd dreaded these dates, these efforts to get back in the game, he felt nothing but a growing excitement at the prospect of sharing more time with Sarah.

He vividly recalled her face when he had dropped her off at her room. Large grey-green eyes beneath which floated a faint spray of freckles on the tops of her cheeks and nose. Full lips that were slightly parted. Nick wondered what it would be like to kiss them.

The boat slowed down and the crew started dispensing flippers and snorkels.

On their return, Nick hurried to his room for a quick shower and shave. He was giddy. 

He was at the bar a little before the appointed time. That was fine; he'd have an opportunity to have a drink to calm his nerves.

When he finished his first drink, he looked at his watch. Sarah was late. By the time half an hour and another drink had passed, he started feeling increasingly conspicuous and irritated at his solitude when everyone around him was laughing and enjoying the company of others. As more minutes ticked by, he grew dispirited at Sarah's continued absence. His excitement ebbed and morphed into disappointment. He chastised himself for thinking that a chaste kiss on the cheek could have signified more than it probably did. She'd probably been glad to have gotten rid of him so easily. He felt like an adolescent again, carrying a torch for someone who would never be illuminated by it.




All Inclusive



He was surprised when the space he'd reserved for Sarah was eventually claimed by a young and exotic local whom Nick assumed was somehow affiliated with the resort. She slipped gracefully into the seat opposite Nick and flashed a wide smile.

"You should not be alone," she announced and then introduced herself.

Ana was disarmingly pretty. Even if he had been awaiting a companion, Nick would have been hard-pressed to ask Ana to leave.

She placed a hand on his. "My company is okay?"

Nick nodded.

Perhaps she'd recognized that Nick had been stood up. Perhaps she recognized an easy mark. Whatever. He was under no illusion that what Ana offered was a potential transaction, but the hand that had moved to his knee soon banished thoughts of moral relativism.

"Your English is very good," he said.

Ana smiled. "I spend a lot of time here. I've learned many languages."

"Do you work here?"

Ana smiled again. "I am one of the lucky ones to be able to come here," she said, not answering the question directly. "It helps my family in the village."

"I understand," said Nick, recognizing the opening. On past trips, he'd brought an extra bag or two of cast-offs for the locals, all of whom, it seemed, had less fortunate relations in some village or another. Usually he passed them on to the gardeners and such, staff members who were not normally on the receiving end of the generosity or guilt of the tourists. He didn't blame the staff for expecting such gifts. If the roles were reversed, he'd expect no less from the wealthy interlopers. Life wasn't easy on the island and resort workers were among the more fortunate, having access to visitors who were only too happy to get drunk and spread their wealth around. 

"It just so happens that I've brought some stuff with me. Not to mention some things for women." Nick felt dirty just saying the words, implying that charity had a price.

Ana gazed at him hopefully.

"Perhaps if you want to have a look?"

"I would like that."

They walked to Nick's room. Nick couldn't help feeling that their passage was being observed and recognized for what it was -- a tourist taking advantage of his relative good fortune to claim the services of a less fortunate local. Ana held his hand and leaned into him. Her hand felt impossibly small in his and his misgivings grew.

Nick unlocked the door and invited Ana inside. Adam was at some bar with his newfound friends and Nick knew that he would have privacy for the next several hours.

"Look, Ana, I'll gladly give you this stuff. I don't need it. You don't owe me anything."

Ana gazed at him earnestly, the expression in her large, dark eyes soft and impossibly complex. "Thank you for that, Nick." She ran her hand down his arm to his hand, which she squeezed. "You like the comfort of..." she searched for the words "...of being with another?"

"Yes," said Nick, his mouth suddenly dry. "I like the comfort."

"I do too."

His guilt assuaged somewhat, he kissed her tentatively. Try as he might, he could not believe that this pretty young thing would voluntarily offer herself to him, particularly when she didn't need to. Such thing happened only in fiction and dreams. Perhaps she was proud. Perhaps this was the only quid pro quo she was capable of. Her hand descended to the buckle of his belt. Perhaps he could take her words at face value.

"Last chance," he said as he responded to her touch.

She shook her head and smiled.

* * *

Ana bent over the bag on the dresser. She removed one article after another, murmuring her approval.

Nick leaned on his arm in bed and watched her. Her slender waist sloped becomingly into full hips and then into long, graceful legs. She had, Nick saw, a great ass. Faint moonlight seeped through a gap in the drapes, highlighting the beguiling contours of her coffee skin. She moved to a rhythm only she could hear, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, her hips moving in a slow, hypnotic sway. These people certainly knew how to move.

"Take what you want, Ana. Take the whole bag."

Ana shook her head and returned to the bed. She played her slender fingers through the hair on his chest. "I'm not greedy. There are others... if you want them."

Nick shook his head. "Another like you would give me a heart attack."

Ana looked confused. "You didn't enjoy?"

"You were great. The best. No one else could compare."

Ana smiled. "I work tomorrow too. Then I'm off back home. You want me to come back tomorrow?"

"I'd like that, but I think it better if...." Nick struggled for the proper words. 

"I understand." Her large dark eyes evaluated him, recognizing their differences and accepting them. She stroked him gently. He felt himself responding. "But I don't have to leave right now."

"No," said Nick. "You don't."

"I'm happy."

By morning, Ana was gone. He hoped that she had left before Adam had returned. Nick didn't feel up to the explanation that Adam would demand. True to her word, she'd taken only some of the things that Nick had offered. 

After a quick shower, he crammed the stuff Ana had left behind into a plastic bag. On his way to breakfast, he handed the bag to a gardener. He glanced back to see the gardener looking curiously at a camisole that Ana hadn't claimed. Nick smiled.

* * *

"Good morning, Nick." Sarah had stepped in behind him at the breakfast buffet.

"Morning." Even to his own ears, his voice had a guilty undertone, as though he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I'm sorry we missed each other last night."

"Me too."

"Really?" Her eyebrows rose in evident disbelief. 

She knew, thought Nick. She knew about Ana. He gave himself a mental kick. He had nothing to feel guilty about. "Yeah. Really."

"I wish you'd waited for me."

"I wish you'd been on time." Nick hadn't pegged Sarah as particularly needy or demanding but was forced to admit that perhaps he'd been wrong. It wouldn't have been the first time. "I waited long enough."

"I was delayed."

Nick shrugged. "I made other arrangements."

"Arrangements. That's cute. I hope she was worth it," said Sarah as she turned and left the buffet.

* * *

Sarah watched Nick join his brother on the other side of the pool. She'd allowed herself to harbor some hopes for him. He had revealed himself to be a perfect gentleman over drinks the other night. Kind, considerate, funny. There had been an attraction and it had been mutual. For the usual reasons, she'd resisted the impulse to throw herself at him. It wasn't really in her nature to be wanton or easy and she felt that Nick would have thought less of her had she done so.

When she saw him with that other woman, she realized how right she'd been to hold off. Too bad, she said to herself, it would have been nice.

"What?" asked Amanda.

Sarah started. "Was that out loud?"

Amanda nodded."What would have been nice? What's up?"

Sarah debated whether she should tell the story.

"Come on, out with it," Amanda prodded.

"You'll think I'm stupid," she said, and then launched into meeting Nick, her nascent feelings about him, the failed date and the reasons for it, and finally seeing him with another woman. "It's just so typical," she concluded.

"You're right. I think you're stupid."

"What?"

"What makes you think that a man -- that anyone for that matter -- wouldn't take pleasure when it's offered? Particularly when he's just been stood up."

Sarah maintained her silence.

"Is he a monk? Vows of chastity and all that?"

"No."

"Did you give him anything to go on?"

"I kissed him."

"On the cheek? Jesus, Sarah, sisters kiss their brothers on the cheek. It doesn't mean anything." Amanda threw he hands up in frustration. "If I didn't know differently, I'd swear that you were an adolescent."

Amanda's words stung, all the more so because they were right.

"I guess I blew it."

* * *

Sarah found Nick on the beach, watching Adam play frisbee with a pair of bikini-clad girls. "Have a second?"

"Sure."

"I apologize for being late and for being so difficult this morning."

"Really," said Nick. "It's okay."

"Let me finish. I really did want to have dinner with you. I was trying to get into my room to change but I'd given my key to Amanda. I couldn't very well go to dinner in a bikini."

"I wouldn't have minded..."

Sarah ignored the statement and continued. "So I waited outside of the room and then bloody Julio showed up, thinking that I'd been locked out or something. So he called security. They eventually arrived and opened the door only to see Amanda and some Teutonic wunderkind traipsing out of the shower all wet and starkers, which is why they hadn't heard me knocking. Of course Julio wanted to join them right then and there until the German made it abundantly clear that any ménage that he wanted to be involved with didn't include another guy. So then there's apologies all around." Sarah took a deep breath. "By the time I got everyone out of there and changed, you found what's-her-name. And that's the story."

"Wow."

"So you see that I didn't stand you up on purpose."

"Alright. So where does that leave us?"

The question appeared to surprise her. "Us?"

"You wouldn't have come here unless...."

"Unless?"

Enough of this, thought Nick. He stepped close to her and ran his hand up the skin of her back to the nape of her neck. She didn't flinch. She didn't resist. If anything, her look was expectant. So far, so good. He pulled her to him and crushed his lips against hers. He felt a moment of surprise, after which she responded by insinuating her tongue between his lips. Her hands slid under the waistband of his shorts and pulled. Did she just grind into him?

They broke their embrace and Sarah took a step back. "I think I understand now. Thanks," she said a little breathlessly. "Will you take me out to dinner now?"

"It's not exactly what I had in mind," said Nick, painfully aware of his shorts had become somewhat fuller in front.

Sarah noticed it too and blushed. "Me neither." She closed the space between them and placed a hand on the front of his shorts and squeezed. "But I think it would be better that way."

Nick grinned ruefully. "If you say so."

"Pick me up in half an hour."

* * *

Sarah returned to her room and dropped her clothing on the way to the shower. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her mind whirled. 

Every time she had succumbed to Amanda's screw-first-and-ask-questions-later mantra, it had ended in disaster. For Sarah, relationships either followed a set of preordained steps or they didn't happen at all. Libertines like Amanda might have more fun, but Sarah preferred the predictability and pace of a traditional courtship. Usually. Yet here she was perfectly willing to cross that line with Nick. She found that she didn't much care. 

Perhaps it was because she didn't have the luxury of time. Three days at the resort had already passed, leaving only four. At her usual pace, they might get to holding hands by the time the week was up. In the back of her mind she must have realized that something had to give. And it had. Nick's kiss had been the first move in a game she hadn't consciously wanted to play. Her own counter-move had come without much thought and she winced as she recalled the feel of his erection beneath her fingertips. It seemed as though she'd been channeling Amanda.

As she dug through her bags for the appropriately seductive getup, she vowed to throw caution to the wind and let things go where they might.

Nick knocked gently on the door, right on time. When she answered it, he stood there, dumbstruck. A tingle of excitement coursed through her; it was exactly the response she'd hoped for. She'd opted for a semi-sheer, strapless voile dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. She'd tied the straps at the bust loosely, leaving a bit more of an opening that she would normally have been comfortable with. 

She shut the door and grabbed his hand. "Shall we?"

He still hadn't found his tongue.

Once seated, she couldn't help but to notice how his gaze lingered on her. It felt as intimate as a caress and she warmed under it.

They'd already finished most of a bottle of wine by the time they were ready to order.

Emboldened by the wine, Sarah nudged Nick's foot with hers. He moved it slightly, still studying the menu.

"The tortellini looks good," he said.

"Uh huh." Sarah moved her foot again, this time to the outside of Nick's leg and rubbed it up the side.

Nick looked up, now convinced that the first contact had been no accident.

"They say that the shape of tortellini was inspired by Lucrezia's navel," said Sarah.

"Huh. The things you actuaries know."

Sarah kicked off her sandal and stroked the inside of his leg this time. He didn't move. 

"The only navel I've studied recently is yours. Lucrezia has nothing on you."

Sarah smiled.

The dinner passed quickly and Sarah was somewhat surprised that they were among the few diners left. When had that happened? she wondered. Despite her efforts to tease Nick with footsies under the table, he was more than able to maintain an easy conversation with her. She took it as a personal challenge to throw him off of his game.

He reached for his wine glass and Sarah moved it closer to the middle of the table.

He looked at her questioningly. 

Sarah smiled mischievously. "I think you may have to move closer."

Nick hesitated. "Okay." He slid his chair forward a few inches. It was enough; Sarah's foot now rested upon Nick's chair, nestled between his legs. He reached for the wine glass with studied calm while Sarah's toes wiggled against his groin. "They're going to think you're an amputee."

"The table cloth is long enough."

He raised the glass to his lips while she traced the length of his growing erection with her toes.

"Good wine," he said tightly.

"Feels good on the tongue."

Nick nearly choked. "Please stop."

"Why?" asked Sarah with wide-eyed innocence.

"Because I'll need to stand up at some point and you're making it...."

"Hard?" Sarah pouted.

Nick nodded.

She toed him one last time, feeling empowered by his arousal. "A hard man is good to find."

Nick laughed. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

"Sure." She slid her foot back into the sandal. "So what do you have planned for us tonight?"

"Getting even with you comes to mind."

"What did I do?"

"Besides making me unable to stand when I really need to go to the washroom, you've afflicted me with unwholesome thoughts."

"I've done all that? Gee. You will share, won't you?"

"Count on it."

* * *

When Nick could stand without causing himself embarrassment, be excused himself and went to the washroom. It had been hard to think straight. The fact that Sarah was perhaps the most bewitching woman he'd ever met and the fact that she was somehow unaccountably attracted to him left him bewildered and distracted. It had been a challenge to string more than a couple of words together when all he wanted was to look at her. And then the stuff she'd been doing under the table. As hard as it was to stay above it and in control, he could feel the dogs of lust nipping at his heels.

He took a deep breath and returned to the table.

They left the restaurant hand in hand and turned down a path that lead to the buildings that housed their respective rooms.

After the time he had spent with her at dinner, even this short walk felt far too long for Nick. When he noticed a garden arbor in the shadows, he went to it and pulled Sarah after him.

In the darkness he could see little more than the whites of her eyes.

The self-assured coquettishness was gone now, replaced by nervous anticipation. She licked her lips. Nick was glad for the darkness. It hid the fact that there was no love in his eyes, only lust. The love might come later, but at present he was in a thrall that was more primal than romantic. 

He ran a finger under her jawline and tilted her head to his. They came together in an instant, and though he felt that nothing could surpass the hunger he felt for her, she matched it.

His hand descended and kneaded her breast more roughly than he'd intended and she responded by gasping, digging her fingernails into the nape of his neck and pulling him to her.

He slid his hand down her torso and drew her leg up his side. He stroked its silken smoothness before cradling it there and reaching under her dress. Her breath caught in her throat but she didn't stop him. He cupped her ass and then moved his hand slightly, sliding his fingers beneath the thin fabric of her thong.

His fingers brushed against her damp warmth and felt a small patch of downy hair.

She whimpered and he kissed her, smothering the sound. He hungered, and her response to served only to further inflame him. She pressed herself onto his questing fingers and swayed her hips. Her breath came in agitated gasps.

He allowed her leg to drop. He lifted her skirt and slid his hand down, up and over her pubic mound until he cupped her pussy. She removed one of her hands from around his neck and held his in place while he insinuated first one finger and then another into her.

She squirmed.

"Right there," she panted.

She trembled against him and breathed a low, quavering moan against his neck.

He could feel her closing around his fingers in a shuddering embrace, angling her hips to give him better access.

"Oh," she moaned.

Nick wanted nothing more than to take her then and there.

At length the trembling stopped and she let out a long sigh. She grasped his glistening hand and brought it to her lips and kissed his fingers before slipping one into her mouth, watching him as she did so.

It was the most erotic thing Nick had ever witnessed.

"I guess I needed that."

"I want you," he whispered.

"Not here," she gasped, straightening her skirt.

* * *

"My place or yours?"

So distracted had Nick become that he'd given little thought to the logistics. "If Adam's not there now, he will be soon. How about yours?"

"Same." Sarah laughed. "All heated up and nowhere to go."

"We're two intelligent adults. We can come up with something."

"I don't suppose you have a station wagon handy, do you?"

"Station wagon? Really?"

Sarah shrugged. "Horniness is the mother of invention."

"We don't have bleachers either?"

Sarah cocked an eyebrow. "You'll have to tell me about that some time."

"Where would two mature and sophisticated temporarily roomless adults go to boink?"

"Did you say boink?"

"I guess I did."

"Aren't you the romantic. Come on, let's find a boink nest."

They wandered to the beach. Under a moonlit sky that was splashed with countless stars, the gentle surf whispered against the shore. They approached a fabric enshrouded hut, used during the day by masseuses and now blessedly vacant. 

They looked at each other. It would do. 

As they approached, a low whistle sounded from the path. Nick could just make out the form of a security guard approaching them.

"Wait here," said Nick.

The guard, evidently aware of what Nick and Sarah had planned, shook his head.

Nick reached into his pocket and removed a handful of bills. He offered them to the guard and placed a finger to his lips. The guard flashed a smile and winked. Taking the money, he tapped a finger to the side of his nose. He turned and sauntered down the path, whistling softly.

Nick hurried back to Sarah.

"Well?"

Nick parted the thin fabric that enclosed the hut. "It isn't much."

"But it'll do."

A padded table occupied the center of the space. The walls billowed gently in the ocean breezes and the moonlight illuminated the ceiling, providing just enough light for Nick to recognize just how attractive and painfully desirable Sarah was.




All Inclusive



"You are beautiful," he whispered.

"Aw, shucks." Sarah leaned against the table.

Nick approached and placed his hands on the front of her dress. "May I?"

"I'll be crushed if you don't." 

He undid the bow and the halves parted to reveal the enticing valley between her full breasts. After the heated episode in the arbor, the unreasoning lust had dissipated, replaced with something more tender, more meaningful.

Sarah removed the clasp that held her hair in place and shook the tresses loose until they cascaded over her shoulders.

Nick slid his hands over her breasts, taking with them the thin fabric. He pushed the dress down until it fell with a soft whisper to the floor.

His heart thudded in his chest as he gazed upon her finely sculpted contours. He brushed the gentle slope of her breasts with the backs of his fingers. The nipples puckered and he bent down, taking first one and then the other between his lips. Sarah arched her back and buried her hands in his hair.

Placing his hands at her waist, he lifted her onto the massage table.

He stood between her parted legs. She pressed against him, flattening her breasts against his chest as she nipped at the side of his neck. At length she grasped his head and pulled him to her. Lips joined and parted, tongues danced.

His hand slid down and nestled within the folds of her sex. She spread her legs and melted onto his hand, bathing it with her juices. His fingers explored her hidden folds, navigating the circumference before deliberately teasing her lips apart, from the bottom to their apex. She shivered in his arms and whimpered into his neck. 

"I want you," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "But there's something I have to do first."

With a fluid motion, she slid off the bench and turned Nick so that he leaned against it. She gazed at him intently as she unbuttoned his shirt. She kissed a trail down his torso until she knelt in front of him. His pants soon joined her dress on the floor.

Sarah gently stroked his erection with her fingertips and lightly raked the underside with her nails. Nick braced himself against the bench, not trusting his knees to keep him standing. He watched as Sarah's tongue flicked out and ran a slow circle around the head of his cock. She parted her lips and took the tip of him into her mouth. He was engorged, almost painfully so. Her tongue fluttered beneath him and a soft moan escaped his lips.

Her thumb and forefinger formed a tight ring at his base and her other hand cradled his balls. He watched as he disappeared within her mouth, the sight and feeling of which left him momentarily dizzy. She withdrew and licked the underside of his cock before baring her teeth and running them down his rigid length until her mouth met her hand.

Nick gripped the bench. 

Her hand and mouth worked in breathtaking counterpoint. After a few minutes, she stopped and kissed the tip of his cock. "Ready?" She smiled up at him, his thick circumference encircled by her delicate hand.

"Two seconds more and you wouldn't be asking."

Sarah grinned as she pulled him down to the floor of the hut. "I'll be gentle," she promised. She eased him onto his back.

She straddled him and leaned over, her hair cascading like a silk curtain around his head. Her beasts brushed against his chest and her legs squeezed his sides.

He watched her face as she lowered herself onto him, the crown of his shaft barely breaching the liquid heat of her pussy. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, intent on his slow and deliberate passage into her.

He didn't breath as she continued her descent, his attention focused on the tight molten ring that embraced him. Having fully claimed him, she stretched out on him and nuzzled the side of his neck. His hands on her hips held her in position; he wanted a moment to commit this to memory.

"You feel good," she said simply.

Nick didn't trust himself to speak.

Without outward movement, she tightened herself around him and he gasped.

She raised her hips a fraction and began a slow, undulating dance upon him, hips swaying and dipping. Her movements were contained and unhurried and attentive.

At length she sat up. The weak moonlight from above cast her in gauzy relief. Nick reached for her breasts and cradled them in his hands.

"Let me know when you're ready," she said, resuming her subtle motions upon him.

"Just a minute more."

Sarah braced her hands on his chest and continued her sublime dance.

"Okay," Nick gasped.

Ever so gradually, Sarah allowed her movements to build momentum. Nick lifted his head and watched as she raised herself and plunged down again, bury him within.

He moaned, a strangely disembodied sound in the hut. He desperately wanted to last for her. "Slow down," he whispered.

She grinned. "No."

She plunged upon him anew.

"Please..."

She ground her pelvis into his. "There will...."

And raised herself.

"...be...."

And thrust herself onto him with a crushing passion that took his breath away.

"...other..."

And tightened herself around him.

"...times."

With that assurance, he gave himself over to the sensation. The change in his breathing heralded a renewed frenzy and his hips rose to meet her. The atmosphere of the hut filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, gasps and heated moans. His breath caught and he felt himself swelling and his world collapsed into that sublime place she allowed him to occupy. He came in a shuddering ejaculation that possessed his entire body.

Sarah collapsed on him, not far behind, her rapid breaths mixed with the occasional whimper.

"That was..."

"Shh..." she whispered.

They lay like that for several minutes, joined and wordlessly stoking each other until their breathing calmed and their heart rates returned to normal.

Sarah finally roused herself and kissed him. "There's one more thing I'd like to do. Something I've fantasized about."

"Whatever you want."

They stood and she grasped his hand, leading him out of the hut. They walked naked to the water, uncaring of the unseen guards. They splashed through the surf and onward until the warm water reached their chests. The swells lapped at them and the water eddied and swirled in the valley between her breasts. Sarah wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and pressed herself against him. The arms around her waist squeezed in response. They stood, unmoving, for several minutes.

Sarah finally relaxed her hold on hm.

She leaned back and studied him. "So," she said quietly, "what are the chances of us seeing each other when we get back home?"

"You're the actuary," said Nick, smiling.

Sarah took a breath. "From where I stand, I'd say they're close to one hundred percent."

"Good." Nick held her just a little bit tighter. "I'd say that's just about right."



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Daughter and her friends think Daddy's been alone long enough.

Just a quick little story for the Summer Lovin Contest. Nothing earth shattering. There is a relationship between a father and a daughter that some might find a little too close, but there's no incest. If that bothers you, please enjoy one of the other extremely good contest entries. There is a wealth of them this time around.

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"Daddy?"

I looked up from where I was working at the computer. It was pretty much all I did most evenings. "Yes, sweetie?"

"You know how you said I could take one friend on vacation, and I invited Tina, and her mother said she couldn't go?"

Yes, I was fully aware. Tina was my daughter's best friend. Two peas in a pod. Twins separated at birth. She lived directly behind us and had been a fixture since the kids were four years old.

"Yes, and you invited Donna instead."

My daughter had walked over, and she was standing in front of me, hands behind her back, rocking back and forth. I knew the look, she wanted something.

"Well ... Tina got straight A's, and her father paid up his child support, so her Mom says she can go now."

"That's nice, but you already invited Donna, and I've met with her parents. You can't change your mind now. We've already paid for the tickets, in her name."

"I know, Daddy, but Tina really wants to go. She's been working on her mother for weeks. Can't she come too? It's our last summer. Please?"

I wanted to remind Wendy that it was our last summer as well. It had been just us two since her mother passed away four years earlier. I had hoped we could spend some time together, one last family vacation. Then she had begged to bring a friend along, and I had folded. Now she was asking for two. I figured I'd never see her for the whole week. 

She noticed my hesitance. "Please, Daddy! Pretty please? With sugar on top?"

What can I say? My daughter has me wrapped around her little finger. She's been my lone beacon of light for four years. She takes care of me, cooks, cleans, does the laundry, and more. Still maintained good grades. That first year, after losing her mother, when I felt like rolling over and dying, she was the strong one, when no fourteen year old should have to bear that burden. She made sure I ate, got me off to work, stopped me from drinking when all I wanted to do was crawl inside a bottle and die. She even scheduled and made me attend therapy. When I was well enough to handle things, the guilt was overwhelming. I had failed my daughter when she needed me most, and swore never to do it again. She became my raison de vivre. I've been doing my damnedest to make it up to her for the last four years. 

"Of course, darling. If that's what you want. I'll see what I can do to get another ticket, and to add her to our group. The three of you will have to share a room, and I don't want you ignoring Donna, once you and Twin-Tina get together."

Her excited squeal, and big hug was enough to make me happy.

* * *

The last minute addition was pricey, but we could afford it. Hell, once she went off to college, I had nothing to spend money on. I had a great job, and my wife's life insurance had paid for Wendy's college, and paid off our mortgage. Even spoiling my daughter rotten, I was able to bank a few grand every month. This was our last hurrah, and I'd pulled out all the stops, booking a top of the line all-inclusive resort, with two adjoining suites. All activities and amenities were covered. 

I was looking forward to relaxing by the pool, taking advantage of the unlimited adult beverages and the views. I hadn't dated since my LeAnne had died. I was quietly anticipating testing the waters once my baby girl left for Rice. 

The girls squealed like little kids when the stretch limo arrived to take us to the airport. It was silly, but Wendy had always wanted to ride in a limo, and it was my last chance to spoil her. The three girls were chattering like magpies, standing up through the sunroof and laughing. It made me feel good.

On the plane, they sat three across, my baby in the middle, talking about all the things they were going to do. They had a list of the resort activities that must have been a mile long. Tennis, snorkeling, beach volleyball, wind-surfing, water-skiing, para-sailing, pool games, an in-house disco, the list went on and on. From the sounds of things they were planning on doing all within one short week.

Me, I sat on the aisle of the row opposite, next to a young couple that were more interested in each other than anything else. I figured that was how the week was going to be. I was a fourth wheel, but that was fine. As long as Wendy was happy. I could take care of myself.

The courtesy van picked us up, and the suites were everything I had hoped for. Spacious, with large bedrooms, a casual living area, and a broad balcony seven stories up that overlooked the beach. The girl's side had two queen sized beds, while mine was a single king. Both opened to the same balcony, where all of us gathered once we'd done our minimal unpacking. It was already past noon. "Lunch, ladies?"

Wendy was their spokesman. "We thought we'd go to the pool. They have a snack bar there we can eat at."

I nodded. I'd eat alone. "Girls, I don't want you getting trashed. They'll serve you alcohol since you're all eighteen, but don't overdo it. I promised your parents I'd take care of you. So I don't want you separating, or getting drunk. Watch out for each other, Ok?"

The girls giggled, and promised they'd be good. Twenty minutes later I was still waiting in the living area, to head downstairs with them. I figured it might be the last time I saw them for a while.

Tina was the first to come out, and I was surprised when she came over and gave me a big hug. "Thanks Mr. Z, for letting me come on this vacation with you guys. You're the best."

I gave her a short hug in return, and drew away before she could notice what the effect of her postage stamp bikini was having on me. It had been four years after all, and rosey-palm only went so far. Tina was gorgeous. "Couldn't leave one of the twins behind, could I?" 

She rose up on tippy-toes and gave me a peck on the lips, which I hadn't expected. Not when it was the first one in fourteen years. "We're gonna take care of you, Mr. Z., I promise."

Any hope I had for hiding my appreciation of her assets was lost after that little kiss, and her innocent promise. Especially not when Donna and my daughter came bursting out of their room, laughing. Donna jogged up to me, and gave me a huge hug, squishing her over-sized and under-covered breasts against my chest, and dropping a lip-lock on me that almost knocked me over. "Thanks Mr. Z.," she sighed, still squeezing. "This is going to be the best vacation ever!"

Then my daughter was taking her place, giving me a hug, and politely ignoring the wood her friends had given me, poking her in the belly. "Daddy, I want you to make me a promise," she said.

I'd been had by the little fiend too many times. "Not until I know what it is."

She giggled. "It's not a bad one, I swear." She was grinning to beat the band. "This is your vacation too," she said. "It's been four years, Daddy. I want you to talk to some of the ladies. Maybe you can get lucky. It's about time, don't you think?"

I know I was blushing. "Wendy—"

"Promise me Daddy! We'll make sure you have your privacy. We're all adults now. So I want you to go out there and try."

Tina moved up next to me, and rubbed my arm. "She's right, Mr. Z. You're going to be the best looking man out there. All you'll have to do is smile, and you'll be beating them off. So take care of yourself, we'll be fine."

I was getting nervous about their intentions. "Uh ... you all aren't planning on bringing any boys back to the room, are you?"

Wendy laughed. "Daddy! What happens in Aruba, stays in Aruba. We'll be good, I promise."

Tina was quick to add, "And if we're bad, we'll be careful."

Shit. That's all I needed to hear. Three 18 year old beauties, in an all-adult super premium resort. Alongside half-a-dozen more resorts. "Please take care of each other, and don't get too carried away."

"Don't worry Mr. Z.," Donna said. "We'll be good, and careful. Just make sure you do like Wendy said. While we're being good, we expect you to be a little bad."

I peeled my daughter's arms from around my neck, and stepped back from the three vixens. "I'll be by the pool, or on the beach. I'd like you to check in every now and then, so I know you're alive. Let's meet for dinner at seven at the buffet."

Wendy had more on her mind. "We thought we might visit the spa while we're here. Can we sign things to the room?"

"Just keep it reasonable, alright? Don't go too crazy, or invite half the beach to join you."

That got me a quick kiss, and then the girls were dragging me along.

I lost them almost immediately, and after helping myself to the buffet lunch, I opted for one of the VIP poolside setups. It got me a covered space, with four lounge chairs, in case the girls ever needed a break, a great spot by the pool, and a view out over the beach. Within moments of being seated my cabana 'butler' showed up taking my order, and leaving a list of available amenities.

A couple of hours into my stay, I was more relaxed than I'd been in years. Four large house "Palace Specials," and a half-hour massage from a lovely French masseuse helped a lot. I'd take the occasional dip in the pool, and even joined in a few conversations. I hadn't seen hide nor hair of my girls, but it wasn't on my mind much. I trusted them to take care of each other.

I was sitting back, reading on my Kindle, when Tina made an appearance. "Just letting you know that we're still around. We're going to do some snorkeling. We thought we'd go to the disco tonight if that's Ok?"

She was a dark silhouette standing at the foot of my lounge chair, with the sky bright behind her. "That's fine. You girls having fun?"

Tina stepped in and sat on the chair next to me. "More fun than you, it looks like."

I grinned. "I'm having a great time," I said. "Manny is making sure I'm lubricated, and Claire gave me a very nice massage. It's nice to relax."

"Meet any nice ladies yet? Or better yet, any naughty ones?"

"No, troublemaker. I've talked to some very pleasant people, and I'm relaxing. I may get a little more social later, but right now all I want to do is unwind."

She stood up and nodded. "That's good." Then she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. Right on the lips. With a teasing swipe of her tongue. "You really should make a play for the two ladies watching you from the bar. You're the handsomest man out here. I bet you could pull both of them."

"I'm forty years old, Tina. I'm not some twenty-something hard-body on the prowl. I'm doing fine."

She gave me a grin, running her hand down my chest, and shocking me when it didn't stop until she'd stroked me through my bathing suit. "Just saying, Mr. Z. Have some fun. You know they're looking for it. Why else would they be here?"

Then she turned and walked away. Yes, I watched her for a long time, and even glanced over at where the women she'd pointed out were drinking. One of them caught my eye, and even raised a drink in my direction. I gave her a smile, but returned to my Kindle.

* * * 

After four days, I swore I'd be doing this a lot more often. I loved the services, the pampering, and the relaxed atmosphere. The girls were obviously having the time of their lives, full of stories over dinner. After the first buffet, we had decided to opt for the nicer restaurants, and made reservations after we agreed on which at breakfast. 

The girls lived in their bikinis during the day and dressed up for dinner each evening. My daughter casually informed me that I'd purchased their latest dresses, but I wasn't complaining. I was accompanied by the three most beautiful women in the resort every evening. And with my poolside cabana view, I was in an excellent position to make that observation. If I had needed any corroboration, all you had to do was watch the heads turn where ever we went.

Tina and my daughter had very similar looks. Tall, slender, long brown hair, deep tans. They had enough assets to fill their bikinis quite nicely. Wendy was looking more like her mother every day, and LeAnne had been a knockout.

Donna was a few inches shorter, blonde, and a lot curvier. She always looked like she was going to fall out of her bikini top, and I'm certain that the deep cleavage, short hem, and open back of her new dinner dress was stretching the seams on many a pair of men's pants.

Daily massages, twice that day, lots of drinks, pool visits and chatting with many of the other vacationers had me in a great mood. I'd finished reading three of my books, and was more relaxed than I'd been in years.

The girls' good behavior was helping. They checked in with me often, and although they were drinking, I never saw them drunk. They were dancing the night away in the disco, but came home alone, tipsy and giggly, before one in the morning. They had managed to run up over twelve hundred dollars in charges, at an all-inclusive that's not easy, but they kept me informed, and I made sure they knew it was not a problem. I figured even a thousand dollars apiece was reasonable. It was our last hurrah after all.

We had wine with dinner, two bottles, and they were feeling little pain. Over a remarkably good steak, Wendy started in. "It's been four days, Daddy. You dipped your wick yet?"

I could feel my ears getting hot. "Wendy, I'm not going to discuss my sex life over dinner."

Tina giggled. "Don't you mean lack of sex life, Mr. Z.? Stop holding back. I saw that MILF sit down beside you today. You had to know she was dying for it. Why'd you chase her off?"

How did I tell the girls I wasn't looking for some desperate divorcee to get my rocks off? "Tina honey, I'm here to relax. Not get my bones jumped."

Wendy pouted. "It's time Dad. More than time. It's not good for you. Loosen up a little."

I chuckled. "I am loosening up, a lot. I really am having a terrific time, alright?"

They left me alone after that, but I should have known from their conspiratorial whispering they were up to no good.

* * * *

While the girls were off dancing, I stopped into the casino. Unfortunately I can't say I won a million dollars. I managed to keep my losses under my self-imposed limit, and ended up at the bar, chatting with a few strangers, and partaking of the premium drinks, perhaps a little more than I should have. 

By the time I made it to the room, I had done what I had told the girls not to do. Gotten myself thoroughly drunk. I managed to shower and down a glass of water and some aspirin before heading to bed. It was the first time I hadn't waited up for the girls, but I was in no shape to be seen, and I trusted them.

I woke up to the best feeling in the world. I had a bit of a hangover, but the feeling below my waist was countering that. I sighed, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. I felt a light breeze on my skin, and looked over to see it was full daylight outside, and my balcony door was open. Looking downward, I could make out blonde hair. "Donna?"

She looked up grinning, and in an easy motion, she straddled me, and settled down on my cock, which she'd been sucking only moments before. "Good morning," she said.

It felt wonderful, but it only took a few moments for what was happening to sink in. "Donna, we can't be doing this."

She laughed at me, leaning over and riding my cock, her big bodacious breasts swaying in front of my eyes. "We gave you four days, Mr. Z. Four days to find yourself a vacation sweetie or three."

"But ... but ..."

She pouted. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"You're gorgeous."

That earned me a smile. "I'm not a virgin. None of us are. You know that right?"

No, I didn't know that. "Wendy?"

"Bobby Frey."

That little smarmy bastard. He seemed like such a nice kid. I should have known better. Remembered how I was at that age.

Donna accelerated her actions, and I moaned. "You like that?" she teased.

I loved it. "We really shouldn't," I said, trying to hang on to reason. It was very difficult, with my hard cock buried in the tightest little pussy I could imagine.

"We really should, Mr. Z., and we are. Over and over again. You had your chance, four days. Now you're ours."

"Ours?"

"Me and Tina. Wendy made us promise that if you didn't get laid, we'd take care of you. It was an easy promise to make. You're a hunk. Nice cock, by the way."

It was difficult for me to think, never mind speak. I hadn't been laid forever, and now this? Not to mention Tina? I didn't need to speak. Donna leaned down and kissed me. A very nice kiss. "I'm going to fuck you now. Don't hold back. I know you need this."

I lost any semblance of control after that. The girl fucked me like a demon, and after only a couple of minutes I was groaning, hanging onto her hips and fucking back. The need to finish came up abruptly, and with a growl, I hammered it home, my insides churning, my cock spitting out its reward forever.

Then she was lying on me, kissing me gently. "Thank you," she whispered softly. "Let's clean you up, and we can go again."

She walked out of the room naked, while I lay there, my mind in turmoil. I had just fucked an eighteen year old beauty. One of my daughter's best friends. If that wasn't enough, in from the balcony, walked Tina. She wasn't naked, she had panties on. Not much material, but panties none-the-less. She sat down beside me, leaned in and kissed me. "I'm so pissed," she whispered.

"Pissed?"

"I wanted you first. But she won, fair and square. Tonight you're mine. You got it?"

"Tina, we can't."

She grinned. "Oh yes we can, and we will. And I promise you, Mr. Z., you're going to love it."

Donna showed back up, and offered me a few aspirin and a tall glass of water. While I was drinking it, she cleaned up the evidence of our coupling. "How was it?" Tina asked.

"Quick," Donna giggled. "Nice, but quick. I bet the next one will be a lot better."

Tina nodded. "Don't hurt him. It's been a long time."

"I'm not going to hurt him, I promise. Where's Wendy?"

Tina nodded toward the wall. "She didn't think he could handle her seeing him like this."

I watched their conversation still in a morning daze. 

Tina looked down at my cock. "Can I?"

Donna nodded. "Just a little Ok? Tonight's all yours. We agreed."

Tina's response was to suck my cock, getting a quick moan out of me.

Donna took my glass away, and put it on the bedside table. "Whatever you want, Mr. Z. It's your turn to fuck me. Make it good." Then she was doing her best to see what I had for dinner with her naughty tongue.

Tina's hot mouth had me hard as quantum physics. She pulled back, smiling and gave Donna a nudge. "Have a good time, Mr. Z.," she said, giving me a quick kiss, and heading back out to the balcony.

Any thoughts of being honorable fell by the wayside, when Donna got on her hands and knees, waving her young ass at me. "Any ideas, Mr. Z.?"

One. 

It only took me a few seconds to line up behind her, and sink my cock to the root. She gasped, and purred like a kitten when I started fucking her slowly. Any thoughts of impropriety or inappropriateness disappeared out the door. I fucked that little blonde bombshell like my life depended on it. Her first sweet orgasm made me feel like a god. I had her on her back, driving it home, when her second hit, in between a series of gasped "Oh-my-god!s." 

I slowed down, never wanting to stop, and feasted on her incredible tits. Then I moved down further and had a tasted of that teen slice, until I had her screaming my name. "Adam!" she shrieked, over and over again, clutching my head.




All-Inclusive Summer



My sweet Eve was coming in waves. I sat up and jabbed my cock home in mid squeal, and she screamed. Even in my lust shrouded mind, I heard the giggling. I looked to the side and saw Tina and my rotten daughter watching from the balcony. When they realized they'd been caught, they started clapping, and walked into the room.

"Do her, Daddy," Wendy said, taking a seat next to the bed. At least she was moderately dressed, in her bikini.

Tina sat down on the bed next to us, and I'm a little ashamed to say, it didn't stop me from plowing her friend. She brushed Donna's hair to the side. "Good?"

"Oh, God," Donna groaned. "The best."

That made me feel pretty damn confident, and I long-stroked the sweet girl, wrenching a whimper out of her.

Tina ran her hand down my back. "Don't be too hard on her. She doesn't have a lot of experience, Ok?"

You could have fooled me. Her pussy was molten lava, hot as the sun, and ridiculously tight. All I could do was nod, holding myself up over the beauty and thrusting away.

The scene was too hot to believe. Way too hot to control. I picked up the pace, feeling close, and hammered away until I was pounding my cum into her. I think I screamed when I busted my nut.

Then Tina was taking care of both of us, wiping us down. "Go clean up now. Breakfast ends in half an hour."

I was suddenly embarrassed. Naked, not just with these two, but my daughter seated only a few feet away. She noticed. She came over and gave me a quick kiss. "Don't be shy, Daddy. It's Ok. All I want is for you to be happy."

"You ... you shouldn't be here," I whispered. "Seeing ..."

She giggled, and put her finger over my lips. "It's alright. You and me, we're going to behave. I love you more than anything, but it's too weird. I hope you don't mind."

I loved my daughter. And she was the spitting image of my wife, but my mind didn't work that way. I never really thought of doing anything wrong with her. I sighed, glad we were on the same page. "I love you baby, but I, uh, don't want to love you. That would be messed up. So wrong."

She smiled, and gave me another tender kiss. "I know. Now go clean up or we're going to miss out on breakfast."

Having a naked blonde beauty in the shower with me was incredible. She was so sweet and loving, adoring even. "Adam?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Is it Ok if I call you Adam?"

I laughed, rubbing her delightful, slippery body. "You can call me whatever you want."

She gave me a great big smile. "That was the best. The best ever. You're not mad I ambushed you, are you?"

"No, not mad in the least. And you're right, that was amazing."

"Do you want to be my boyfriend? Tina and Wendy are going away to college, but I'll be staying local."

That came out of nowhere. "I'll tell you what. Let's talk about it after we've had a few days together. You are the sweetest thing in the world, and terrific in bed, but we really should get to know each other, don't you think?" Never mind that she literally could have been my daughter.

She grinned, nodding. "I know all about you, Adam. I guess you should get to know me. That will be fun."

We missed the breakfast buffet by five minutes, but fortunately the poolside restaurant served meals all day. We retired to the cabana I'd rented for the week. I was still in a bit of a quandary, but it was obvious my girls were deliriously happy. Wendy was teasing me a lot. "I told them you wouldn't do anything if we didn't push you. Damn it, Dad! For four days we were practically throwing women at you, and you didn't even try."

"I was in no hurry, baby. I was happy to just relax."

"Happier than screwing Donna's brains out this morning?"

I looked over at the pretty blonde, and at the amazing body, barely covered in her bikini. "Not by a long shot. So your father's a big hopeless dope."

She giggled. "Not hopeless. You just have a lot of inertia. We had to get you rolling."

"So you want me to go pick up those two cuties by the water slide?" I teased.

Tina smacked me. "You are such a perv! We're here now, whatever you want. Now if you want to play a little when we're not around ..."

Wendy nodded. "Go for it Daddy. Just be careful."

We'd barely finished eating, and were working on our first drink, when Claire showed up. "Massage today, monsieur Adam?" She was smiling as she looked at my lovely companions. 

"Massages all around, please, Claire."

"I will call over Rafael, if you don't mind," she said, placing her supplies on the table. I'll confess, I found her accent extremely sexy. She got on her little phone, and five minutes later a tall bronzed demi-god appeared, with teeth as white as chalk.

"Me first!" Wendy insisted.

We had our massages, and I tipped generously. After they'd left, the girls were whispering and I was getting nervous. They got up and pulled the string holding the doors open on three sides, and soon we had some privacy. They ganged up on me, laughing, and before long I was prone, depantsed, and getting a dual blow job from Donna and Tina. Donna had insisted that Tina's turn didn't start until that night, while Tina argued that Donna's turn ended with the shower. Wendy broke the tie, insisting they share.

The girls were competitive and delightfully talented. Admittedly I was harboring a little performance anxiety, but Claire's massage had given me wood, as it did every day, and the girls were determined to take care of it.

It was a trip, listening to the activities outside of our little oasis of debauchery, while I was serviced. Wendy's presence was a little disturbing, I admit, especially when I noticed she had her hand inside her bikini bottoms. Nothing was enough to distract me for very long from watching Tina and Donna taking turns sucking.

We'd been at it several minutes, when Manny, my cabin 'butler' stopped by. He peeked in, then slipped in quickly and quietly. "Beverages, señor, señoritas?"

Wendy I guess was a little less of an exhibitionist than her naughty friends. They kept sucking, while Wendy quickly pulled her hand out of her bikini. "Four more," she said, holding up four fingers. Two of them glistening naughtily.

He nodded, for all practical purposes oblivious to what was going on below my waist. "Right away, señorita."

I watched my teen cock-suckers, praising their efforts, warning them of my approaching finish. Donna backed off, and let Tina finish me. I thought that was generous of her, until she kissed me softly, and whispered, "I don't like the taste. Tina does. I ... I'll do it if you want, Adam."

I was too far gone to speak, and groaned as I erupted in darling Tina's mouth. She took it all, and was gentle with me afterward. When she was done, she sat up grinning, wiping her mouth. "How was it?" she asked.

Chuckling, I pulled her up beside me for a wet kiss. "That was beyond amazing. You two were spectacular." I looked over at Donna, and pulled her in for a quick kiss as well. "You don't have to do anything you don't enjoy, Donna. We can have plenty of fun other ways."

She smiled, and the girls helped me pull up my shorts just as Manny returned. Tina eagerly took her drink and quickly finished about a third. "I'm going to need another soon," she said to our butler. "That's thirsty work."

He smiled and nodded. "Are we done for the moment?" he asked.

I nodded, and he walked around the oversized tent, and started tying up the sides again, as if it was an everyday occurrence. He left and returned after just a few minutes. He had another "Palace Special" for Tina, and a tall pitcher of ice water with lemon slices in it, along with four tumblers. 

The girls were stretched out on the lounges beside me. Wendy sat up. "I think I'm gonna get some sun on the beach. Coming?" she asked, looking at her friends. They both looked at me, and I had a feeling they'd had enough of the lazing around. God knows I wish I had their energy. "Go on. If I don't see you again, we'll meet in the room before dinner. Italian?"

It was agreed.

I had no idea how our little escapade was going to be perceived. Once they were gone, I could swear I was catnip. When I took a dip in the pool, I was pounced upon by a couple of attractive women, and was soon joined by two more. They were charming and flirtatious, touching me often, laughing. There was no doubt in my mind I could have any of them, probably either pair. But I was happy with how things were, and flirted back, comfortable, more confident than I'd been in ages.

When I retired to my cabana, it wasn't long before the second pair that found us in the pool asked if they could join me. I insisted they did, and had Manny bring us the Specials, and some snacks. 

I had a blast, and talking with them was easy and comfortable. I learned about their lives and they learned about mine. Eventually they asked about the girls I was with. I didn't know what to say, and finally confessed the truth. My daughter had recruited two of her friends to get me back on the wagon after four years.

You could have heard a pin drop. "Four years?" Allison asked.

I nodded. "I hadn't been with a woman since my wife passed away."

The other woman, Beth, nodded. "I was in a sexless marriage for two years," she admitted.

That stunned me. She was very pretty, very fit. Great body. "That ... that's inconceivable!"

She smiled, leaned in and gave me a very nice kiss. "Thank you, that was very sweet."

"No, I'm serious. You're beautiful. Why the hell ...?"

She laughed. "Yeah, I asked that myself. Although I have to admit, I didn't look like this. I let myself go a little. Still, it was pretty hard on the ego."

Allison jumped in. "You were still pretty. It was only twenty pounds. Bob was an idiot."

I nodded. "It sounds like Bob was a huge idiot!"

They both laughed with me, and asked what my plans were for the evening. "I'm having dinner with my girls, and uh ..."

"Dessert in your room?" Allison asked.

I nodded, a little embarrassed.

"What would you say to an appetizer?" Beth said.

I was stunned. "I'd say I'm incredibly flattered, but it's been a, uh, busy day already. I'm not twenty anymore."

Beth and Allison looked at each other, then Allison opened her beach bag. She dove into it for a minute, then came up with a little tiny bag. I could see it held three pills. "I bet this would help. We could have a little fun."

I'd never had any sex enhancing drugs, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to start. Allison got up and sat on the edge of my chair. "Honey, this will get you hard, keep you hard, and make you feel like you've died and gone to heaven. My ex is a pharmacist. He was eleven years older than me, and could fuck like a teenager. If he'd been able to keep it in his pants, we'd still be together. Wanna give it a try?"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Cialis, plus something to help you keep it up, and something to make it feel better. I don't remember the names. My ex-husband, Allen, keeps me supplied. We still get along great, even if we're not married. He's watching our two little ones while I'm away." She gave me a smile. "It's weird. I think we get along better now than when we were married."

I wasn't even sure if I was going to need the help. She was a sexy thing, and I could feel myself responding. "God, you're sexy," I said.

Her smile reached from ear to ear. She opened her baggie, and shook out the pills. I know it was foolish, but I took them, and washed them down with my drink. She gave me a quick kiss. "In about thirty minutes, you're going to be aching to get into me."

"Us," Beth insisted.

I looked over at our friend, and saw her nipples were already hard. "I'm already aching for both of you."

That got me a deep kiss from Allison. "Right answer, handsome. Shall we?" She stood up extending her hand. I let them drag me off to their room. We ran into Manny on our way out. "Will you be returning, señor?"

"Not for a while, but my girls may come back."

He nodded. "Very good señor. Have a pleasant afternoon."

We made a short side trip to the little store at the front by the desk, where I purchased a box of condoms. There were ten. I was feeling a little optimistic, I'll admit.

Pleasant wasn't the word for it. I don't know what the hell was in those pills, but I got hard, and like they said, I stayed hard. Jesus! I know it had to have some kind of euphoric in it, because I felt like I was on fire, and I fucked both of them like a machine. They were very close friends, and the sight of them going down on each other was like a shot of adrenaline to my brain. Plowing Beth from behind while she was eating out her friend was driving me crazy. 

Maybe it was using a condom for the first time in more than twenty years, more likely it was the pills, but I couldn't come. I stayed hard, and I loved ever damn minute of plowing their warm wet pussies, but I never came close to coming for what seemed like an eternity.

I took turns on them, and they took turns on me. I ate a ton of bald pussy, and had the best mind rush each time I'd get one of them to come for me. And that was often. Eventually, we wore Beth out, but Allison was insatiable. I finally found a position that was working for me. I had Allison on her back, knees bent back almost to her shoulders. I hammered her until the sweat was pouring off of me. Sweet Beth was cuddled up close, teasing her friend's tits. "Fuck her, Adam. Fuck the slut's brains out. She needs it, baby. She needs it bad."

I needed it at least as much, and when her last orgasm had her screaming loud enough to wake the dead, it pushed me over the edge, and I came as hard as I ever had in my life. It felt beyond incredible, whether it was the situation, how long it had taken to get there, or something in those pills, it was sublime.

I collapsed on the bed, my heart racing, and both of them cuddled up to me. "That was wonderful," Beth said. I sighed as she eased the condom off of me and tied the end in a not.

"Un-fucking-believable," Allison agreed.

"No kidding. I've never, ever, felt like that. Both your ex's are complete and total idiots."

They giggled, and I sighed, content to hold them.

After a few minutes Beth kissed me. "It's almost five. We probably should get up."

"Five?" We had left the pool before three. We'd been going at it for more than two solid hours. At least an hour and half of that with my cock in one of their delightful pussies.

They laughed at me, dragged me off to the shower before letting me get dressed. I felt incredible as I escorted them back downstairs. "I, uh, would you two care to join me for dinner? Will I get to see you again?"

Beth was hanging on my arm. "No, handsome. You should be with your girls. Besides we're leaving tomorrow morning. My poor little pussy is going to be sore for days."

That idea brought a smile to my face.

I got a kiss from them in the lobby, the Allison took my hand in hers, and pushed two little baggies into my palm. "The one with two pills is for tomorrow. Three pills for the next day. Only if you want. I'm not going to take them back with me, so they'd be wasted anyways."

I pocketed them, doubting I'd use them, and gave each of the ladies a hug.

At the cabana, Manny was at my side with my preferred drink, only a minute after I sat down. "The usual, senor?"

I thanked him, enjoying the cool drink.

"I trust you had a pleasant time?" he said, and I thought I saw a hint of a smile.

"Very," I said, grinning.

"Excellent. If I may make a recommendation?"

"Of course, Manny."

"Claire could help relax you before dinner, and Alejandro, he makes a remarkable recuperativo."

"That would be perfect. Thank you."

Claire was making sure I didn't have a single tight muscle in my entire body, and Alejandro's 'recuparativo' was delicious and energizing. My girls showed up, their bodies glowing.

"You girls have a good time?" I asked.

Wendy answered. "We went snorkeling on the catamaran. It was great. You? You didn't just hang out here all day reading again, did you?"

"No, I made some friends, and had a wonderful time. This trip has been great."

"Are we going to get to meet your friends?" she asked. I had a feeling she didn't believe me.

"No, Allison and Beth begged off, and they're leaving tomorrow. I'd rather spend dinner with my special girls, anyways."

They collapsed onto the chairs, and it wasn't long before Manny had drinks in their hands. The man was going to get a hell of a tip, at the rate he was going. Darling Claire gave each of them about fifteen minutes each of shoulder and back massage, before returning to me.

"Dinner tonight?" Donna asked.

"We forgot to make reservations, I'm not sure we'll get in to any of them."

Claire chuckled. "No, Monsieur Adam. That is not a problem. Our VIPs always get a table. You should try the fusion restaurant if you have not. The food ... c'est incroyable. Chef Jacques is a friend. He is the best. Perhaps the best on the island. Would you like I call for you?"

"That would be great, Claire."

It only took about a minute of lightning fast French to get things taken care of. "Is seven-thirty too late?" she asked.

"No, that would be fine."

She finished up on the phone. "Seven-thirty it is. Have a wonderful dinner, Monsieur Adam."

* * * 

Claire was right. Dinner was delicious, and we even had a visit to our table from the Chef. My girls were gorgeous, and as improbable as it was (I'm pretty sure it was the pharmaceuticals) the idea of having Tina that night had me hard halfway through dinner.

The girls insisted I join them in the disco. I wasn't the oldest there, as I'd feared. As a matter of fact, it appeared I was close to the median age. I danced with all three of my girls, but after a while, it became clear that Tina was getting possessive. They were all asked to dance incessantly. I was surprise there were as many people present as there were, and most of the males were showing interest in my girls. Donna and Wendy accepted many dances, but Tina was sticking close. 

I wasn't a big drinker. I'd pretty much stopped drinking over three years earlier. The resort's ever-present alcohol had me buzzed. I'd guess we'd been there maybe an hour and a half, when Tina dragged me out to the floor for a slow dance. She was rubbing up against me pretty good, and I was responding. Her hand slipped down between us and gave me a rub.

"Want to go back to the room?" she asked, none to subtly.

I looked around and found the other two dancing with their latest suitors. 

"They'll be fine. We're good girls, Mr. Z. We can take care of ourselves. They'll pick a couple of nice guys, take them down to the beach, make out a bit and be back my curfew."

Her hip pressed against my erection. "What do you say? Go back and play?"

She was looking up at me with her big brown eyes, so eager. I kissed her softly. "I'd love to, Tina. Absolutely love to."

Her face lit up and she took my hand. "I'm gonna tell 'em we're going," she said, after escorting me back to the seat. In the ten seconds she was gone, a sexy redhead was seated next to me. "How about a dance, handsome?" she asked.

I was gob-smacked. Women that looked like that didn't seek me out. She was stuning. It took me a few seconds of her raised eyebrow, to speak. "I'm actually leaving. I wish I weren't. I'd love to dance with you."

She gave me a big smile. "I had to try. See you around? You've got the cabana by the pool, right?"

I nodded stupidly.

She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. "Later then. Maybe you'll save a dance for me tomorrow night."

Tina was giving me the stink eye when my visitor got up. I think young Tina was as shocked as me when the sultry redhead caressed her shoulder in passing, leaning in to whisper something. My girl turned almost as red as our visitor's hair.




All-Inclusive Summer



I had tipped our server, and took Tina by the hand. "What did she say?"

"She ... she said I looked scrumptious."

"You do, beautiful. You really do."

Back in the room, Tina seemed a little shy. I pulled her into my arms. "We don't have to do anything, if you're not comfortable."

She shook her head. "You could have had that woman, couldn't you?"

"Probably. Although I think she liked the idea of having you as much as me."

"You still want me? Not her?" she asked, nervously.

I almost laughed, although I knew that was a bad idea. "I couldn't help but think about it all day long. You're a beautiful sexy young woman, Tina. I'm more surprised that you want me."

She grinned. "Heck, Mr. Z. I've had the hots for you since I was thirteen. I couldn't believe it when Wendy told me her plan. I'm glad you didn't hook up with any of those other women."

Pharmaceuticals or not, I was aching hard, and she could tell. "You really do want me, don't you?"

"I want to eat you alive, then fuck your pretty little brains out."

She giggled, and took my hand. "Well come on then! What are we waiting for?"

Once I had her naked, her tan line surrounding her sweet young treasures was driving me crazy. She was the darkest of the girls, and her lily-white tits, ass and crotch were maddening. I was true to my word and was between her legs, feasting on her pussy as soon as I was able. 

Tina wasn't the screamer that Donna was, but she was a talkative little moaner. Her constant gasps and oh-my-gods, had me feeling good. I ate her to two delicious orgasms before she was begging me to fuck her.

I eased my way in, watching her face, making sure I wasn't hurting her. I'm not huge, but what I've got is substantial. She stared at me adoringly, while I entered her. "I can't believe this is finally happening," she whispered.

"Me either, gorgeous. Seeing your sexy body by the pool for the last few years has been driving me crazy."

Her smile was enormous. "Really? You ... you thought about me?"

"Of course," I moaned, giving her a couple of long slow strokes, warming her up, getting her used to me.

Once I got going, it was like earlier. I was on fire, as hard as I get, and in no danger of coming anytime soon. I felt like I was back in college. I played with her, teased her, and fucked her like a demon. Every position I had ever thought of, and a couple I'd only seen on porn videos. 

She was the perfect partner. Flexible, willing and very responsive. Whatever I wanted to do, whichever position, she worked with me, until we got it right. It was one of the best experiences of my life, the way we fit together so well, the feelings I was getting, and the way she reacted to everything was beyond my every expectation. She was very oral, always kissing me, licking my skin, sucking on my fingers. It was sexy as hell. Her eyes were lively, and her hands kept running over my skin as if to verify I was actually there. For a forty year old man, having an eighteen year old hard body stroking your ego and everything else she could get hold of, was gratifying.

Tina didn't come as easy or often as Donna had, but she would build up to huge ones, and I had her body shaking several times. I loved that little girl, almost like my own. I'd known her forever and watched her develop into the beautiful woman she'd become. Having her in my bed was a fantasy come true.

Twice I took breaks from fucking her to have her go down on me. It drove me a little crazy to see her face full of my cock, and each time I'd finally have to drag her off and fuck her like a madman.

She was riding me, her whole body glowing, when the other two arrived. They were a little drunk, giggly, and in a very good mood. They collapsed onto my bed, and watched their friend take care of me.

"Pretty good, huh?" Donna slurred.

"Amazing," Tina gasped. "Fucking amazing."

Which of course was a nice boost to my ego. 

My Wendy lay down beside me, rubbing my chest. "This is good, Daddy. You needed this."

I did, and had no idea how badly. The situation had just heated up to an eleven, and Tina was showing off, bouncing up and down on my cock like a pogo stick. It was all too much. "Kiss me, Donna," I said.

She grinned and gave me a big kiss, then pressed a bare breast against my mouth, her hard little nipple between my lips. I groaned and started coming. Hard.

Tina squealed, and dropped down on my cock, grinding away. It wasn't what I wanted, but I was helpless, one arm around my daughter, the other around Donna, her perfect tit in my mouth. A few seconds later Tina was trembling and shaking as she came on my cock.

I was gasping for air, completely worn out, when the girls let me go. Wendy was the first one up and returned with a moistened towel. She tossed it to Donna. "I'd do the honors, but I'm pretty sure he'd freak out."

She was right. It was already too weird, having her on the bed beside me, fully clothed, while her best friend got my rocks off.

Tina had stretched out beside me, her chest heaving. Donna was cleaning me up, which was pretty incredible in and of itself.

"God, I had no idea," Tina said. "Your Dad is a fuck-god. He made me come so many times I thought I was going to lose my mind."

For a guy who hadn't been laid in four years, until that day, her words made me feel pretty damn good. She rolled over onto her side and looked at my daughter. "I know it's freaky, but you really are missing out."

Wendy just smiled. "Nope. I'm making out pretty good. My Daddy's happy."

"Very, very happy," I managed to say, getting a laugh out of all of them.

"Did you girls have a good time?" I asked, a little afraid of the answer.

They both laughed. "A great time," Donna said. "You sure you want to know?"

"Did someone get lucky?" I asked.

Wendy chuckled. "Not as lucky as you. Handsome brothers from Arizona. They wanted more, but I think they left pretty happy."

I couldn't help myself. "How happy?"

Donna gave me a little kiss on my poor worn out dick. Then she took it in her mouth for a few seconds. "That happy."

"Naughty girls," I said.

"Oh, we got a little attention too," Wendy said. "Not what you got, but nice. I got off twice."

"TMI," I blurted.

"Come on, Dad! I just watched my best friend in the whole world ride you like a rodeo cowgirl. Does it really bother you to know I got fingered and gave a guy a blowjob?"

It was embarrassing. "A little. You're still my baby girl."

She cuddled up to me. "I'll always be your baby girl. But I'm eighteen. I'm going to be headed off to college soon. I'm hardly a virgin."

"Bobby Frey?"

She sat up and glared at Donna, who blushed. "Yeah, Bobby was my first."

"Your first?"

She nodded. "There's only been one other. Jackson."

"I figured. I thought if you had done it, he'd have been the one. Did he treat you good?"

She chuckled. "Not like you and them. But he's nice. The first couple of times were nothing to write home about, but he got the hang of it. He doesn't last that long, but he can get it up and up, and up."

"TMI, TMI."

She smacked my chest. "Don't be a prude. Be happy for me. It took a while, but he learned how to get me off. A few times."

Tina sighed, cuddling in close. "You have no idea Wendy. He's been fucking me since we left. I must have come a dozen times. Your Dad is amazing."

"Inspired, gorgeous. My little fantasy girl."

"Daddy! Have you been fantasizing about Tina?"

"Oh, come on, Wendy! She's gorgeous, and around all the time. So damn sexy. Of course I fantasized about her. I had to have someone to fantasize about."

"And how long has that been going on?" she asked.

Uh-oh. "A ... a while."

She giggled and smacked me. "Pervert."

She sat up, and dragged a reluctant Donna away from the bed. "Come on, Donna. It's Tina's night."

I wanted to misbehave, but I was worn out. I know Tina was. We took a shower, and I slept with a gorgeous young teen in my bed, content as I'd ever been.

* * *

The next morning was my second morning sex in four years. It was nothing like the night before. I was wrapped around her, clinging like I was afraid she'd escape. Her smell was in my head, and her soft skin was pressed against mine.

My hand caressed her soft body, and my erection was pressed against her bottom. As I tried to maneuver in position, she sighed, and lifted a leg for me. Sweet girl. It took a bit of effort but I eventually got the head lodged in her, and I had her from there. Easy, slow-going, but I managed more of my length until I was stroking into her steadily.

"Mmm, good morning," she said.

"Best morning," I replied. 

She twisted a bit, shifting her hips, allowing me deeper. Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to change things up, and I just lay there, half-asleep, my hips doing most of the work, enjoying the sensation of being inside of her.

It was no marathon, like the previous day. Maybe the chemicals were wearing off, or maybe it was just too wonderful to last. Eventually I grabbed her hip and thrust a little more forcefully, until I groaned my release. I felt a little bad for not making an effort to get her off, but I figured she still owed me a few after the night before.

Shortly after I'd filled her, she twisted around and lay on my chest. "I can't believe I'm here," she said.

"Me either. It's pretty incredible."

She gave me a long kiss, then pulled away. "Oh God, please tell me my breath isn't as bad as yours."

"Breath of death, beautiful girl," I teased.

She giggled and cuddled back up, humming her pleasure. "When you fantasized about me, what were you thinking?"

I chuckled. "Too many fantasies to recall them all. Most of them had you walking into my home office and telling me you'd seen me watching you. Then you'd give me a blowjob."

She kissed my chest. "I have seen you watching. A lot. I should have done just what you said. Mr. Z."

"Tina, sweetie. After all we've done, I think it's Ok for you to call me Adam, don't you think?"

She smiled. "Ok, Adam." She stretched like a cat, and sat up, allowing me to see that perfect young body. "Shave. You're scratchy," she said. "Wanna shower?"

Like I was going to say no?

We showered together, soaping each other up, then rinsing each other off. Apparently we took too long. Wendy opened the shower door. "Enough already, you too. I'm not going to miss breakfast for the second day in a row." The evil vixen was naked and climbed in the shower with us, pushing both of us out. It was a naughty thing to do.

"You have your own shower," I reminded her, as I stumbled out.

"Yours is better," she answered. "Besides, Donna is in the other one."

I wrapped a towel around my waist, and cleaned up, shaving closely, brushing my teeth, flossing, using mouthwash. I'd been doing too much kissing not to have an immaculately clean mouth.

I'd lost Tina to the girl's room, and finished dressing on my own. The girls weren't long behind me, getting ready. It was a beautiful day in paradise, and I was about as lucky as a man could get.

Breakfast was Ok, their buffet was nothing like the restaurants, but it was filling and what I needed after the recent calisthenics. Manny must have seen us coming. He had the lounges arranged, and four of the Specials waiting. "Good morning, señor, señoritas."

We greeted him, and accepted our drinks. Before long, we were all in the pool, enjoying the cool water, sipping on our drinks, and people watching. "Any plans for the day?"

"We signed up for the free scuba lessons. We're supposed to go to the other pool at eleven. Want to come?" Wendy said.

"I don't need lessons. I was certified when I was seventeen."

She looked surprised. "How come I didn't know that?"

"Because you weren't born yet, sweetie, and I never could convince your mother to try diving."

Apparently, the girls would get some video instruction, time in the pool, and a dive master led dive in shallow water. I almost wished I'd thought to bring my PADI card along. It was tempting to join them, but I was afraid I'd be a distraction. 

They hadn't been gone an hour, when who should show up but the stunning redhead from the night before. She was wearing a bikini that showed off her fabulous body, and a mostly see through wrap. She had a huge hat on that provided some cover from the sun. She didn't even ask, she put her bag down, scooted her lounge chair over until it touched mine, then stretched out beside me. "You have a nice setup here," she said.

I waved Manny over, and he took her drink order. Once he'd left, I asked her how she was enjoying the resort. 

"I love it. I come here twice a year since it opened a few years back. It's my favorite. You?"

"It's been great. It's my first all-inclusive resort."

"You picked a great one. Where are your young friends?" she asked.

"Diving instruction."

"They'll love Dani. She's a great instructor. They're in good hands. So, what's the story?"

Not much for small talk. Right to the heart of the matter. "You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

She laughed. "Mine's not so much to tell. My position at home has me under a lot of scrutiny. I'm single, and any playing around might cause trouble. I date infrequently, mostly because I don't have much time. A few times a year I get away and let my hair down."

"And if you don't mind saying so, it's quite beautiful hair."

"So you like redheads? I was under the impression that brunettes were more your style."

"I'm eclectic."

"That's a nice way to put it. So that's my story. I'm single; I come out to these resorts for a little fun and relaxation. I don't like places like Hedonism, they are so crass, not the kind of company I'm usually looking for. So it's your turn. Spill."

I told her my story, abbreviated. Maybe it was the time spent with Beth and Allison, but I had no problem giving her the straight scoop.

"Four years? I would have gone absolutely nuts. Four months and I'm crawling up the walls. You certainly picked some gorgeous young ladies to play with. You say your daughter is the other brunette? Nothing going on there?"

It was kind a personal question. Alright, very personal. For some reason, I didn't care. "Nope. That not my style. I love her to death, but not like that."

"Not even tempted?" she asked.

"No. It's bad enough that I know she's having sex. Although I'll admit I thought it would bother me more when she's around while I'm with her friends."

"Baby girl's curious. You can't blame her. We all have little crushes on our fathers. It's good that you leave it there. You're a good Dad."

"I try. I'm not sure everyone would agree."

Our conversation was easy, and she joined me for another dunk in the pool before stretching out again with a Manny Special. I couldn't help but be fascinated by her. She was probably close to my age, but easily the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. Everything about her screamed sex. Once glance around the pool confirmed I wasn't the only one that thought so. She was an eye magnet to every male present. I even caught Manny staring at her a few times.

It took me a while to screw up my courage. "Would you like to take a break? Perhaps back in the room?"

She laughed. "I was wondering how blatant I'd have to be before you would ask. I'd love to see your bedroom, Adam. I would absolutely love to."

Maybe my confidence wasn't quite where it needed to be, but I opened my beach bag, and extracted the little two pill baggy, downing the contents with the last of my drink.

Fiona was a lousy fuck. I know it's heresy, but there it is. After my last four women, she was willing enough, but pretty unresponsive. I did my best to get her off, and used her hard, but no success. She seemed to enjoy it, and urged me on, but the fact that I couldn't give her an orgasm, no matter what I tried, was disappointing.

She was beautiful, had a great body, and was extremely willing. She was still a little responsive, and active, but nothing like the others. So maybe it's unfair to say she was a lousy fuck. I certainly enjoyed it, a lot. But there was something missing.

Once I came for her, and again, it took a hell of a long time thanks to my little doctor's helper, she rolled into my arms, and kissed me like I'd hoped she'd fuck. It was wonderful and intense. The woman had mad kissing skills.

"That was wonderful," she said, caressing my skin.

I wondered if she'd been there with me. "You didn't come. I'm sorry."

She sighed, and gave me another tender kiss. "I loved it. I don't come during sex with a man. I don't think I ever have. I still loved every minute of it."

"Really?"

She laughed, her hand reaching down and removing the rubber I'd been wearing. She tied it off, and held it up, looking at it. "It took you a long time to get here," she said waving it. "You certainly appeared to enjoy the journey."

"No kidding," I said.

"So, I enjoy the journey as well. I just have difficulty coming from penetration. Now if one of your little friends were here, I'm sure I'd have no difficulty at all."

That was an interesting comment. It also had me second thinking the session we'd just had. She had been fun to fuck. It was my inability to get her off that bothered me. I guess I was still a little insecure. I felt immensely better after her speech.

She had dropped the condom in the waste basket and cuddled up to me. I looked into her brilliant green eyes, and saw nothing but satisfaction. She had a face that belonged on a magazine cover.

"Damn, you're beautiful. Does that cause you much trouble?"

She giggled. "A little. I'm used to it. You should have seen me when I was thirty. I swear some men would faint when I walked by. One fellow came in his pants during a conference meeting. It's been useful."

Time must have been flying, because we were still lying there, chatting, when the terrible trio showed up, excited from their dive experience.

"Holy shit!" Wendy cried out, coming to a screeching halt just inside my door.

There was a time, hell forty years of it, when I would have been embarrassed as hell and tried to cover up. This time I was proud. I was in bed with a ten. Even if I couldn't get her off.

Tina and Donna scurried up behind her, and Tina got big-eyed. "I know you!" 

Fiona laughed. "Yes. You're the scrumptious girl from last night. I hope you don't mind I've borrowed your man. I promise to return him unharmed."

"How was the diving," I asked.

"Fuck the diving, Dad! When you get over your dry spell, you really get over it, don't you?"

I was a little surprised that my bedmate was as casual about the whole thing as she was. It made a lot more sense a few seconds later.

Fiona rose up on one elbow, her hand reaching down and caressing my cock. "I don't suppose there's any way I could convince any of you ladies, or even all of you, to join us? I have to admit, I'd love to be with any of you."

I thought the girls would be more shocked. My Wendy walked over and sat down on the corner of the bed. "I think he'd freak out if I did."

Holy cow! Was she even thinking it? "Wendy?"

She chuckled. "Come on, Dad. She's fucking gorgeous."

"But you ... she's a girl!"

"And? It's never bothered you when it was me and Tina."

"You and Tina!?" I gasped. My head was spinning.

"Jesus, Dad! You had to know. It's been going on for years. All our sleepovers—"

"Hell no, I didn't now!"

Fiona laughed, and settled me down with one of her kisses. "It's no big deal, Daddy. Most of us girls experiment with each other growing up. Is that such a surprise?"

Tina was at the side of the bed. "We were sure you knew, Mr. Z. We even joked about it."

"I had no idea," I admitted.

"Does it bother you?" Tina asked. "That me and Wendy ..."

Frankly, it did, a little. "It's ... I guess I'm just surprised."




All-Inclusive Summer



Wendy was still sitting behind me, while Fiona was stretched out on the opposite side, her hand still tugging away at my unresponsive cock. "Would it freak you out?" my surprising daughter asked.

"You and Tina?" 

"No, silly. Me and your girlfriend. Or, well, any of us and her."

I looked over and saw the other two staring at the centerfold beside me. "Donna too?"

Donna nodded. "For the last few months," she said softly.

"I'm such a fucking moron. I had no idea."

Fiona's laugh grabbed my attention. "No, you're not a moron. You're a father, who has a hard time accepting his little girl is grown up. It's not the end of the world, Adam. Tell them it's Ok, please?"

I glanced over at my daughter, who was waiting eagerly for an answer. I looked over at the other two, and my mind started to imagine what they were talking about. All four of them. In bed. Together. Doing ... things. Naughty, delicious things.

Fiona gave my cock a tug, and I was embarrassed to see I was hard. Very hard. "I think that's a yes, ladies. I need a kiss. One of you. Now."

Wendy was more eager than I thought. She crawled over me, and was on our new friend in a heartbeat. I figured it was time to beat a strategic retreat. I'd had my fun and then some. I had to admit, the idea had my blood running hot. But that was my baby girl, giving my bedmate a tonsillectomy.

I climbed off the bed, and Donna sidled up next to me. "Will it bother you, Adam? It's just playing around."

"What happens in Aruba, stays in Aruba, right?"

She grinned and gave me a big hug and a kiss. "You're the greatest!"

I heard laughter, moans and sighs coming from the bed. Tina was already naked, and Wendy was removing her bottoms. It was a little too much to take, and I decided to give them a moment, and used the restroom. I drank a tall glass of water, before returning to my bedroom.

The bed was a mass of writhing, beautiful women. All three of my girls concentrating most of their attention on the redheaded goddess in their midst. I think the most shocking thing for me was that it was my girl with her head between Fiona's legs, giving her the screaming orgasm I couldn't manage.

Admittedly, it was without a doubt that most exciting thing I'd ever seen. I was content to watch for a very long time, until Donna's rear end, up in the air by the edge of the bed, was too much to resist. I moved up behind her, and fondled her sweet cheeks. It was my way of letting her know my intentions. She wiggled her butt in invitation while she continued to feast on Fiona. When I slid my cock home, she squealed delightfully, before going back to work.

Fiona was right. She had no trouble coming for girls. She even invited me for a ride, and I enjoyed myself, while Donna perched on her face, and my daughter and Tina engaged in 69 beside us. Yes, it was extremely decadent, and no, Fiona didn't come for me, but I enjoyed the hell out of it.

Was it awkward, occasionally brushing against my daughter, while rolling around with the other women. A little. Not as bad as I thought it would be. I even pushed her butt out of the way once, when it got a little too close for comfort.

"Geez, Dad!" she growled. "It's a fucking orgy. Deal with it!"

Oh my God! She was right! I was in my first orgy, and the only man present. I don't know what else you could call it with five people having sex with each other. I was lucky, I had a lot of openings to avail myself of, and avail I did. Once I'd finally come, in Teri's sweet pussy, I rolled over and collapsed. Wendy cuddled up to me, and gave me a little kiss. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Didn't freak you out too much."

I was too worn out to argue. "No, not bad at all."

She grinned. "We're still not fucking, you and me."

"No honey."

I got a nice kiss for that. "Good. If you really wanted to, I guess we could, but I'd rather not."

I had to admit, it was kind of wonderful to talk about it as easily as we could, while the other three were twisted together like a pretzel. "You know I love you," I said.

She nodded. "I love you more. Thanks for not getting all weird. This was absolutely crazy. Where the hell did you find someone who looked like that?"

"She is pretty isn't she?"

"Fucking-A! Movie star gorgeous. What's the deal?"

"She found me, last night at the dance. She stopped by our cabana, and I invited her up. I wasn't expecting this, though."

She giggled, hugging me. "I don't expect so." She was quiet for a second while we were entertained by the moans and sighs beside us. "You're not mad at about me and Tina, are you?"

"And Donna," I reminded her.

"And Donna. Angela too, but only a couple of times."

I shook my head. How little I knew my girl. "No honey, I'm not mad. I guess I'm just learning. I suppose if your Mom was still around, you would have been able to talk to her. I guess it's a little awkward discussing your sex life with your old man."

She sat up and grinned. "Not anymore!" I got another quick kiss, and then she was climbing on top of the mess of flesh beside me. I turned on my side and watched. It was an education.

They slowly started to dissolve, Donna the first to join me, lying on top of me exhausted. "Have fun?" I teased.

She nodded wearily. "That was crazy."

"No kidding."

Then Tina separated, and cuddled up next to me. It was only a minute or so later that Wendy and Fiona finally calmed down. Fiona looked a mess, and her face was like a glazed donut. Every one of the girls had spent a lot of time perched on that gorgeous visage.

"Happy, Fiona?" I teased.

"Sweet mother of God," she moaned. "That was unexpected. How are you still alive?"

"I live a charmed life. And one of those young ladies is off limits to me. Anyone feel like dinner?" I asked.

The chorus was a resounding yes. I think it took us close to an hour to pull ourselves together. Claire was right, however. A call to reservations, even at the last minute, found us a restaurant with space for five. "Steakhouse alright?" I announced to a manic suite.

There were no nays, and I was about as proud as a man could be escorting four beauties to dinner. I'll admit I was a little surprised that Fiona could fit in one of my daughter's dresses. She certainly made it look good.

There was a round robin of kisses goodnight, when we parted ways with Fiona. It was our sixth night, and we were leaving the following day. It was sad, knowing we'd never see her again. My original assessment of her as a lousy fuck was gone. So she didn't come from dick. So what? She could suck a mean cock, she was a nice fuck, and she was very willing and flexible. I just had to remember her engaged in 69 with Donna, while I pounded her pussy, and her coming on the blonde bombshell's tongue. That had been hot as fuck!

We posed for pictures, having the waiter take pictures as the table, and strangers outside the restaurant were kind enough to work their way through each of the smartphones, until everyone had a picture to remember the day by.

Arriving back in the room, I was surprised to see the bed had been made. Tina claimed responsibility, having called our suite butler, who had taken care of things. That was good, because the bed had been a complete mess before we were finished.

"What's the plan?" I asked.

"Bed, we gotta get up early," Wendy reminded me.

Turns out the plan was four in a bed. I didn't think it possible, but seeing Tina and my daughter going at it beside me, and with a little oral encouragement from sweet Donna, Wendy and I were soon taking turns with her two friends. A long time later Tina was riding me, while Donna was parked between my girl's legs. Wendy reached over and took my hand. "This is great, isn't it Dad? Not too weird at all, right?"

A little weird, but I had to admit not too bad. "Thank you for this week," I told her. "And it's not too weird at all."

She grinned at me, stroking Donna's hair, encouraging her. "Still a little freaked out, aren't you?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Just a little."

She wriggled over until she was pressed against my side, pulling my arm around her shoulders. "Deal with it, old man. Things have changed."

They had, at that. I pulled Tina down so I could kiss her, while fucking up into her tight little pussy. Then she leaned over and kissed Wendy, and I watched from up close. "Best fucking vacation ever," Tina whispered, before returning to kiss me.

I wasn't going to argue that. Donna took her turn a few minutes later, and she finished me. Wendy and Tina were already done, and looked adorable, hanging onto each other. 

No, not too weird. 

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We were up early; we didn't even have sex. The courtesy van left at nine, and we had a lot of packing to do and a few things to take care of, including breakfast. I went out to the pool where I found Manny and made sure he understood I'd been very happy with his service.

"My pleasure, señor Adam. I hope we see you again soon."

"I hope so too," I told him.

At the front desk, I signed off for all of our expenses, and got my receipts. I was surprised to find a message for me. It was short and sweet. A phone number, and the words, "Call me, Fiona."

I was sitting in the back of the van, with Tina under one arm, and Donna the other. It was sad to leave the place behind, but I was confident my drought was over, and it wouldn't be four years before I had sex again.

"Wanna join the mile high club?" Tina whispered in my ear.

Four years? I don't think it was going to be four hours.

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