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Bahama Mama

By: zaza10010



After circling the island with its magnificent blue water and beaches, our plane touched down in the Bahamas at 4:30 in the afternoon. It was a long flight from Chicago's O'Hare airport, where we transferred flights from Eppley Airport, in Omaha. I was really looking forward to a great week in the sun and getting out of this brutal Midwestern March weather.  This winter was particularly cold in Lincoln, and I'd been working particularly hard during my current semester at the University of Nebraska. I'm a biochemical engineering major, hoping to be accepted into a veterinary school when I graduate. I've always wanted to be a vet growing up, but the volume of work so far has been brutal.  I was really looking forward to NOT thinking about organic chemistry and biology for a week!

My younger brother sat next to me on the plane. He turned 18 several months ago and was finishing up his senior year of High School in Omaha, still trying to decide what he wants to do. He's yet to be accepted to college, primarily because he hasn't applied anywhere. "I can't see paying for college until I know what I want to do," he'd say to me during the heart-to-heart discussions I'd have with him. "Jason, you don't want to end up working in the corn fields for the rest of your life, do you?" I'd ask. He'd just laugh and say "the world needs to eat, ya know."

Jason is a typical high school kid from Nebraska. He plays football and parties with his friends in the back of his truck. He's not the most ambitious kid in the world, but then again, not many of the guys I know in Omaha were all that ambitious. 

I was the studious one in the family. I always put studying before sports, or dating or even having fun.  "Your sister is such a geek," Jason's friends would say as I walked past them carrying 20 or so pounds of books. "Damn straight," he'd say, "that's so she can take care of me," and he'd jump up and help me with my books. Jason was very protective of me as we got older, particularly if I was around any of his friends. Or any guy, for that matter.

Jason and I have always had a good relationship. As the older sister, I always tried to look out for him, particularly after our parents got divorced and Dad moved away to Chicago. But that quickly became irrelevant when he shot past me in 6th grade both in height and weight. He now stands 6'2" and weighs about 225. Your typical Nebraska farm boy. I, on the other hand, got my size from my mother's side of the family and I rocketed to a cool 5'2" and 105 pounds, soaking wet.  

"I can't wait to have my first legal drink, Sara," Jason said to me as the plane landed in Nassau. The drinking age in the Bahamas in 18.  "Yeah, you can finally figure out what a beer tastes like, since I'm sure you've never had one," I said sarcastically as I punched him in the arm. 

"That's true. Never had one, I swear," he pleaded, feigning innocence. "I'm looking forward to finding out what all the fuss is about." We both smiled and looked out the plane window at the palm trees surrounding the Nassau airport.

"I don't know about you, but I want a drink with an umbrella in it. I don't care what color it is or what it tastes like, I just want to lie on a lounge chair and have someone bring me a drink with an umbrella." I said with a smile. "And a straw."

"Yeah, and I'm sure you'd like Pedro the cabana boy to help you with your suntan lotion as well," he laughed. 

"Pedro. Or Jose. Either way is fine by me," I smiled. "I do need to lose this pasty white complexion though. I haven't seen the sun in months. I need this trip."

"Well, it will be interesting, that's for sure," Jason said as he nodded his head to the other side of the plane where my father sat with his new wife, Wendy.  

My parents have been divorced for over 13 years now, so even though my mother has not had a serious relationship since he left, it's not really that big a deal that my father finally found someone else last year. He started dating Wendy a couple years ago and they've been head over heels in love ever since. Dad owns a machine parts company on the outskirts of Chicago and Wendy is one of his newest salespeople.  She's perky, adorably cute and, although I hate to admit it, lots of fun. She's 27, which is strange for me because she's actually closer to my age than my father's, but they both seem extremely happy to be together. 

Mom and Dad have always had a pretty cordial relationship, and it wasn't an especially "ugly divorce". I was 7 and Jason was 5 at the time, so we didn't really understand what was happening. It's weird for Jason and me since we live with Mom in Nebraska and Dad lives in Chicago. We only see him a few times a year at holidays and such and we only met Wendy one time before their wedding in Vegas (yes, it sounds cliché to run off and get married in Vegas, but that's what they did!)

It was Wendy's idea to invite us to the Bahamas so she could, "have some fun and get to know her stepchildren."  I never really thought of myself as a "stepchild" particularly for someone only a few years older than me, but for a free trip to the Bahamas in the middle of the winter, I'm happy to play the role of loving daughter.

Jason, on the other hand, had a much different reaction. Since Dad moved away when he was only 5, Jason has essentially been the man of the house for my mother and me. He resented Dad for leaving and not really making a huge effort to maintain his relationship with us. He's never been to one of Jason's football games, which I know hurts him deep down. 

When mom told us about the Wendy and Dad's offer for a week of sun and fun, I was thrilled but I believe Jason's response was something like "I'm not going anywhere with that old man and his giggly little tart."

"Jason!' Mom screamed. "I'll have none of that. This woman is your father's wife and you'll not talk that way about her. You will show her some respect. And your father is finally trying to rebuild his relationship with you. He loves you very much and he's trying. You should try too." Mom stared back at Jason with anger in her eyes. She never spoke badly about Dad and never allowed Jason or me to either. Jason finally relented. "OK, fine, I'll go. What the hell, I could use a break from this cold anyway."

When the plane parked, they wheeled some stairs over to the door and we got up to get off the plane.  I stretched my arms over my head to work out the kinks and Jason reached over and began massaging my shoulders. He's always had a very strong grip and was always able to quickly knead the kinks out of my back and shoulders.  "That feels nice," I said. "It's such a long trip," I said as I tilted my head and neck from side to side.

"Juan, the cabana boy awaits," he said as we gathered our bags and headed off the plane.

We met up with Dad and Wendy at the luggage carousel. They were holding hands and she was whispering in his ear and laughing.  "There they are," she squealed when she saw us. "Over here guys," she said as she smiled and waved.

Wendy had already taken off her Chicago Bears sweatshirt and was wearing a flowered tank top and jeans. "Wasn't that a great flight?" she asked us both. 

I just love the Bahamas. It's sooooo beautiful here."

"Great," I deadpanned. " Where can I get a drink?" I smiled and Wendy giggled. 

"The place where we are staying makes the greatest Bahama Mamas on the island," Dad added. 

"Bahama who?" Jason asked.

Wendy jumped in. "Oh Jase, you'll just love them! Bahama Mamas. The island specialty. Lots of rum and fresh fruit juice. They're to die for," she giggled and touched his arm.

"Do they come with umbrellas?" I asked. 

"Absolutely," said Dad. "You can't even taste the rum."

"That's all that matters to me, then!" I said as our luggage arrived and we went out to look for our ride to the resort.

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The Bahia Mar timeshare resort on the south side of the island was everything Dad said it would be. Our airport van turned into a private graveled driveway lined with tall palm trees that were waving in the breeze. Several golf carts passed us along the way taking various guests to their rooms. The resort was a collection of bungalows, each painted in a pastel color tucked in amongst the trees. We drove past a beautiful swimming pool surrounded by cabanas and a few clay tennis courts. A couple rode by on horseback as we meandered down the road towards the main entrance. You could smell the honeysuckle flowers and the salt water in the air. I was really starting to relax. 

By the time we arrived at the main entrance to the resort, it was close to 6:00 and we were all getting a little bit hungry. Our van pulled up to the front entrance of the resort and several members of the hotel staff ran up to greet us. 

"Mr. Wilkerson?" the bellman asked. 

"Yes, that's me," Dad replied. 

"Welcome to the Bahia Mar, Mr. Wilkerson! You and your family will be staying in the coral suite for the duration of your stay. I think you'll find the accommodations suitable for your needs," he added.

We got out of the van and a woman walked up to us smiling, carrying a tray of drinks – all had umbrellas!!

Jason jumped out of the van, "Bahama Mamas, I presume?"

"Yes sir," she answered proudly. "These are our specialty."

Jason grabbed two drinks and handed them to Wendy and me, then grabbed two more for him and Dad. We all toasted our arrival, and Dad said, "Here's to a great week of fun and relaxation."

"I don't know about you all, but I'm starving," Dad said. "How about we change and come back here for dinner at the main restaurant. I'm told they have the freshest fish on the island."

Sounds great," I said, "and keep these drinks coming!"

"Very good, Mr. Wilkerson," said the bellman. "I'll reserve a table for your family overlooking the water."

The bellman loaded our luggage on the back of the golf cart and we all climbed on for the short trip to our bungalow. The cart had three rows of seats. Dad and Wendy sat in front and Dad put his arm around her, pulled her close and kissed her lips. Jason and I jumped in the back. He grabbed my knee and whispered in my ear, "This could be pretty great after all." He kept his hand on my leg for the short ride to the bungalow.

I smiled and gently kissed him on the cheek, "I'm glad you're being a good sport. Let's have some fun."

We pulled up in front of our bungalow and went inside for a look. Dad opened the door revealing a large living room and an adjoining kitchenette. The unit was decorated with a tropical décor, with lots of colorful paintings of fish and beaches hanging in various places throughout the bungalow. The furniture was a tasteful rattan style in bright greens and yellow.  From the entrance to the living room I could see the master bedroom off to the left down a hallway, and the bellman told us there was a bed and pull-out couch up the stairs in the loft overlooking the living room. It was perfect.

The bellman brought Dad and Wendy's luggage into the master bedroom and Jason carried our luggage up to the loft. At the top of the stairs there was a queen sized bed and a pullout couch against the wall. I quickly jumped on the bed and pointed to the coach and said to Jason, "You're on the couch, fella. I deserve the bed more than you." 

"We'll see about that," he said as he jumped on the bed and tried to wrestle me off the bed. He grabbed me around the waist and literally picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. He was so strong, and I could feel the muscles in his back as he patted my ass. As I hung over his back, I began to smack his butt. "See how you like it. Now put me down," I screamed as he dropped me down on the couch. "You'll have to work for this bed, Sara." Somehow you'll have to get me off it," he said with a smile as he jumped back on the bed. "That's not fair," I pouted as I picked up a pillow and tossed it at his head. "I'm just a little girl and I need my beauty sleep."

"You're beautiful enough," he said with a wink. "Besides, I'll be having my first drinks ever, so I'll need the bed to nurse my hangover."  

"Yeah right," I laughed. "OK, tell you what. You sleep in it tonight and we'll switch every other night."

"All right, I guess that could work." He said.

"But I get the shower first," I yelled as I got up, grabbed my suitcase and dragged it into the bathroom in the loft.

*************************************

We all showered and changed and Jason and I walked over to the restaurant around 8:00. It felt fantastic to take a hot shower and put on a light dress. I've been wearing bulky sweaters and boots for so long, I almost forgot what it felt like for my skin to be exposed to the fresh air. I loved my little yellow dress. It was low cut, although I didn't have a ton of cleavage to show off with my B cup breasts, but, what can you do? The hem of the dress ended about 4 inches above my knees. I have shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes, which (if I do say so myself) look great with the yellow dress. 

Jason had showered and changed into Bermuda shorts and a blue polo shirt. His green eyes sparkled when I sat down. "Wow," he said, "don't you look particularly hot tonight!" I beamed, "Why thank you kind sir," and I put my hand out for him to kiss. He grabbed it, and dramatically bowed his head and gave my right hand a very gentle, very sensuous kiss. It made me a little uncomfortable as I thought I felt his tongue during the kiss, so I quickly pulled it back and we both laughed and set off to find some new drinks. "Hmmmm," I thought.

Dad and Wendy joined us a few minutes later and sat down. Dad was wearing a blue shirt and light sports jacket. He was wearing light brown chino pants and sandals. He pulled out the chair for Wendy while she sat down. He gently kissed her on the lips and sat down himself. Actually, Dad looked quite handsome. He wore his hair longer than most men his age and he combed it back. He looked a little like a cross between an aging hippy and a college professor. It was actually kind of sexy.  

Wendy looked absolutely radiant. Her blonde hair was long and straight, hanging down to the middle of her back that swayed back and forth when she laughed. Her blue eyes complemented her hair and showed off her clean, pure skin. She had on a very low cut red dress which showed off her braless C cups very nicely. You could see the outline of her nipples underneath the sheer fabric of the dress. I noticed Jason staring at her chest and I subtly elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed embarrassingly. 

The waiter brought another round of drinks and we settled in to enjoy the warm breeze, the smells of the ocean and the gentle lapping of the waves 30 feet away.

Dinner was spectacular. We all had fresh fish and salads, and were enjoying our second bottle of chardonnay while we listened to the house calypso band playing local favorites. 

Jason leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach. "Dad, I have to say, that was one of the best meals I've had in a long time. I really appreciate you doing this for us." He reached over and caressed my arm, "Actually, we both really appreciate it."

"Yeah, thanks so much Dad," I added as Jason gently rubbed his finger tips across my forearm. I don't know if it was all the alcohol or the location, but I really didn't want him to stop and was disappointed when he pulled his hand away. 

"Well, I'd like to take all the credit, but it really was Wendy's idea." He put his hands gently over hers and looked into her eyes.  "She really wanted to get to know you both so much better and thought this was a great opportunity to spend some quality time together." 

Wendy blushed. "I'm just happy you both agreed to join us. I know I can never replace your mom, but I'd like us all to have a close relationship."

Jason got up and walked around the table and hugged Wendy around the shoulders. "It's OK, Wendy. I always liked you, but Sara, well, she'll always be a problem," he said as he looked over to me and started to laugh.

I smiled a crooked smile, and then slowly, dramatically flipped my middle finger and we all laughed.

We finished up the last of the wine and Dad asked for the check. 

"Well, I think we're going to turn in," Dad said. "Are you two coming?" 

"Actually, I'd like to stay here at the bar for a while and enjoy the music a little longer. I think there's another umbrella drink with my name on it back there somewhere."

Jason said with a smile, "I'll stay too. I need to make sure the cabana boys stay away from my little sister." We all laughed.

We both thanked and hugged Wendy and Dad again. "All right then. Good night now. Don't stay up too late."  Dad and Wendy began walking back to the bungalow hand in hand. We could hear them laughing as they walked down the path.

"What do you say, Jase. You up for another Bahama Mama?" 

"What the hell. I've already had five. Plus the wine. What's one more?" 

We moved over to a small table in the corner of the bar and ordered our drinks. The table was small and round in a dark corner of the room, near the water. There was a small candle in the middle next to a bowl of peanuts. The chairs were low to the ground and very close to one another.   

We sat for a moment and watched the few couples dancing on the small dance floor to the left of the bar. "What do you say Sara? Wanna dance a little?"

I smiled. "Sure, why not. We're on vacation, right?"

He stood up, took my hand and led me to the dance floor. The band was playing a slow, Bahamian love song and two other couples were dancing closely to the romantic tune. Jason wrapped his arm around my back and we began to slowly rock to the music. I nuzzled my head into his shoulders and enjoyed the moment. I could feel his hands caressing my bare back as he held me tight. He was slowly lowering his hands to the small of my back just above my ass. His fingernails gently scratched my back which made my skin tingle in anticipation. I could feel that he was getting hard and began pushing himself lightly against my crotch. His fingers began to slide further down my back and he gently caressed my dress at the top of my ass. While I was enjoying being with him like this, he was still my brother and I knew we shouldn't go any further. I looked him in the eyes and gave him a sly smile, "Careful there fella, you're getting a little close to where you shouldn't be."

"What do you mean?" He acted innocent and slid his hands back up to safety. "It's just gravity pulling my hands down there." He winked and looked deep into my eyes.

"Yeah, gravity and your first taste of alcohol, "I said as I hugged him tightly. "Come on, let's finish our drinks before we get ourselves in trouble." I grabbed his hand and led him back to the table where our drinks were waiting. I knew it was wrong to play this game with him or even think like this, but this was such a romantic location and I was feeling particularly lonely, particularly horny. Whether it was too many Bahama Mamas or just the lack of a social life back at school, I was clearly getting caught up in the moment. I wanted to spend more time with Jason. Treat him as a boyfriend, not a brother. But I was conflicted. If we went any farther, our relationship could change forever. I was afraid where that could lead, so I tried to put these thoughts out of my mind.

We finished another couple drinks and headed back to the bungalow, both of us extremely drunk. We walked down the path and Jason placed his arm around me. "You know Sara, I really love you," he said through slurred words. "You've always been there for me and I'll always appreciate that. If there is every anything you need, just ask. I'll do anything for you. I swear."

"I love you too Jason, you know that," and I wrapped my arm around his waist a little tighter. "You mean the world to me and I don't ever want our relationship to change."


Bahama Mama



One of the perks for reaching a certain sales level at my wife's company was a free trip to the Bahamas. Sell a little more, and your husband is free, otherwise you have to "buy him in" for, like $2000.

Everyone in my wife's circle either sold enough to take their husbands, or bought them in. Except for Gloria. She came by herself, and the rumor was that her husband could have come, but didn't want to, which really pissed her off, leading to the latest in a string of big fights. Between that and the free drinks, she was being pretty flirty with me.

Now, you'd think that might bother my wife, but she encouraged me to flirt right back. For one thing, she adores Gloria, but can't stand her husband. The other thing is, my wife would prefer to get my attention off of her. It seems like our vacations are about the only time I get any sex, and I had been warning her that I expected a lot of it this week. She promised me I'd get some, but she didn't seem too happy about it.

So we're laying in the sun by the pool, and I'm enjoying the scantily clad women from behind the relative safety of my sunglasses.

"So have a good time without him! That'll show him," my wife is telling Gloria. "Stan'll show you how a man is supposed to treat a lady."

"Really..." Gloria slid her sunglasses down her nose and leered at me. "Would you like to show me a good time, Stan?"

"I'll do my best, Ma'am," I said, tipping my imaginary hat.

"Hey, no Ma'am or Mrs., okay? It's Miss Gloria... No, wait... this trip I'm 'Mistress Gloria'." The girls dissolved into laughter, and I nervously joined in.

Every so often we'd slip into the pool to cool off. One time the girls started horsing around with me, splashing, then ganging up on me, trying to dunk me. I enjoyed touching Gloria, nothing inappropriate, just horsing around. I touched my wife, however, a bit more intimately, and she was returning the favor. After a while, suddenly I realized that I wasn't so sure it was always my wife grabbing me down there.

"C'mon," said Gloria, "Let's go get something to drink!"

"I think Stan wants to swim for a while. Let's dry off first."

"Stan, I thought you were gonna show me a good time?"

"Gloria," my wife lowered her voice, "You got him all worked up. He needs to... cool down."

"Uhhh... Oh! Did I do that?" she looked at me. I turned all red. "I guess I did!" Then in a louder voice, she said, "Stan, don't be 'long'! I think you've had too much sun! You're all red!"

And the girls had some more laughs at my expense. I paddled around as they dried off. They were huddled together talking in low voices when I finally was able to get out of the pool. I was still half erect, but at least it wasn't sticking straight out. I noticed both girls' eyes were glued to my crotch as I approached.

"You guys ready?" I said as I toweled myself off.

"I'm gonna work on my tan," my wife said. "You two go, you both need to get out of the sun. And Stan," she lowered her sunglasses and looked me in the eye. "Make sure you show her a good time. I mean a really good time!" and she winked at me!

"Sue, you're the best friend a girl could have," Gloria said, pecking her on the cheek. As I leaned down and kissed my wife, she gave my cock a squeeze and whispered in my ear, "A reaaallly good time!"

I wrapped my towel around me so my excitement wouldn't show so much, and Gloria took my arm. We headed for one of the many bars not far from the pool area.

"Two Bahama Mamas," I ordered as we flashed our bracelets that got us free drinks.

"Oooh, these are big," Gloria said as the bartender handed us the frosty cups.

"They certainly are," I said, looking at her boobs. "The cups are almost overflowing!"

"Your Bahama Mamas look quite tasty, no?" the bartender said to me, nodding first at Gloria and then towards the pool where my wife was sunning herself. Then he looked at me and grinned broadly.

We walked a while, then sat down at a table in the shade with our drinks.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Gloria asked.

"As long as my wife approves, I'm fine," I smiled.

"She's such a doll. You're okay?"

"Yeah, sure. What do want to do?"

"Step one is almost done," she said, raising her cup. "Dinner is next, then dancing. And then, if you play your cards right..." she giggled and pulled me along by the hand.

She dragged me to my room. "Let's see your dancing clothes!" She pawed through my things till she found something appropriate. "Here, try this on. I won't look!" she said, turning away. But I knew she could see my reflection in the TV screen. And I think she knew that I knew. I took my time taking off my swimsuit, drying off and putting on clean briefs. I was pretty confident she'd like what she saw.

"Okay, I got my undies on, I'm decent." She turned around.

"Ooh, I'd say 'decent' is an understatement. That bulge you're packing there is downright indecent!" I smiled and started to pull on the pants she had selected. "Wait! Before you do that..." she threw her arms around me and kissed me, pressing her bikini-clad body into my underwear-clad one. You know, my wife isn't into kissing much anymore. I'd forgotten how much I love it. No tongue, but I still loved it.

"Okay, we can go now." we pulled apart, and my indecent bulge was now obscene. "Well, maybe we should wait a little bit. Do you need me to help fit that in your pants?"

"I think I can handle it."

I thought it might get chilly later in the evening, so I carried a thin sweater. Besides, it gave me something to hide my erection with as I followed Gloria to her room. Watching her bikini strain to contain her bottom as she walked in front of me wasn't helping matters. I think she took the stairs instead of the elevator just to tease me. She hiked up her bikini, then started up the stairs ahead of me. Generous handfuls of ass peeked out, wobbling back and forth as she really worked those hips, her ass at eye level as I followed close behind her.

In her room, she looked for something to wear as I turned on some lights. I opened the brochure on the desk, and read off to her the dining choices within walking distance. She asked my opinion on various outfits, and a pile of possibilities grew on the bed. I called a restaurant and made reservations.

"Okay, turn around and I'll try this one." She studiously avoided looking in my direction so I could watch her reflection in the TV screen. Mmmm, nice. Her boobs weren't as big as my wife's, but they were fifteen years younger. You know, it was hot and sweaty outside, then we came inside where the air conditioning was cranked, so when Gloria took off her top, I guess it was inevitable that those nipples would perk right up. I like to think that my presence had something to do with it, especially since she knew full well I could see her reflection. And I knew that she knew. And she knew that I knew that she knew. And I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew. She took off her bottoms, and took her time drying off, completely naked.

"Can I turn around now? You got your undies on?"

"Actually, I wasn't planning on wearing any underwear!"

"You know, at this rate, I'm gonna have to keep my sweater in my lap all night!"

"Okay, how's this?"

Gloria looked really cute in a light summer dress. I love the braless look, and the cut of the dress and the thinness of the fabric really flattered her modest bosom. The dress wasn't super short, but the thought of no panties made it seem scandalous to me.

"Oh, that's perfect! You look great! Really cute!"

"Uh, 'cute' isn't exactly what I was going for. Besides, a girl has to try everything on before deciding!"

So she tried on several other outfits. Some were very elegant, perfect for dining, but not too good for dancing. Others were super sexy, which I think she just wanted to tease me with.

"Um, if you go dancing in that, they're gonna fall out!"

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you!" she pressed against me and we kissed again, much longer this time.

"Uh, what time was the reservation?" Her voice sounded a little husky.

"Oh, we've got less than fifteen minutes. We'd better get going."

"Damn!"

She changed one more time, back into the first one she tried on, and we headed out for dinner, hand in hand. When we got far enough away from the hotel that we weren't going to see anyone she knew, I slipped my arm around her, and she rested her head on my shoulder as we slowly walked and talked.

"You know, you're getting more attractive all the time," I said, looking down into her eyes.

"What, am I getting tan?"

"No, it's just that... we're getting to know each other and... You know, a lot of women are attractive until they open their mouths, know what I mean? But the better I know you, the better you look to me. I mean, I always thought you were cute, but man..."

"What?"

"Now I think you're pretty... pretty hot!"

"Stop it, or you'll get my panties all wet... Oh, that's right, I'm not wearing any!"

We arrived at the restaurant, and twenty dollars American later, we were seated at a relatively private table. You know, I always have a hard time enjoying myself at a fancy restaurant. But somehow that isn't a problem when the company's paying. We had drinks, we had appetizers, we had salad, we had a marvelous entree, and then we had dessert. We left a lot of each on our plates, or they would have had to wheel us out. Did I mention the drinks? We were both pretty loosened up by the time we walked out into the cooling evening.

We carried our sandals as we walked on the beach.

"You know what you were saying about when a girl opens her mouth and then she's not so attractive anymore?"

"Oh... yeah," I said trying to follow her tipsy train of thought.

"Well, it's true for guys, too. My husband is a prime example."

"Hey, I thought we weren't going to talk about him?"

"Yeah, you're right... Sorry. Let's talk about you instead. You are getting more attractive all the time."

"That's because you're getting drunker all the time."

"No, let's see if it works... Open your mouth!"

I did, in an exaggerated fashion, and Gloria attacked me, plunging her tongue into my mouth. We dropped our sandals as she pushed me against the rock retaining wall we were walking alongside. I was kind of shocked, but I was determined to just enjoy wherever this went. Our tongues alternated giving and receiving. Of its own accord, my hand wandered up to her breast.

"Ah, ah, ah! Dancing first," she teased, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the wall.

We laughed and hugged and chatted our way down the beach towards the bar with the dance floor. It was loud and crowded. I went to the bar to get us drinks while Gloria staked out a small table near the dance floor. I enjoy it, but my wife never wants to do it often enough for me to get any good at it. Dancing I mean. It took forever to get the drinks, and I could see Gloria politely decline several invitations. I finally got our drinks and made my way through the crowd toward our table, and she looked me in the eye as she uncrossed and crossed her legs, giving me a split-second view up her dress. She wasn't kidding, no panties in sight. She pulled me down next to her and gave me a long, hard kiss, possibly to let the horde of guys on the prowl know that she was taken.

"Sorry, I had to let the horde of guys on the prowl know that I'm taken."

"Yeah, but that guy by the bar had his head turned. Better do it again."

We kissed some more, until if we were a cartoon there'd be steam rolling out our ears.

"C'mon, let's dance!" she said. I started singing that Steve Miller tune, with slightly modified words:

"C'mon, let's dance, C'mon, let's dance, I've got a big erection in my pants!"

Gloria laughed and pulled me close, even though it wasn't appropriate for the song that was playing.

"Ooh, so you do! Are you going to need to tie your sweater around your waist?"

"No, I'm just going to hold a beautiful woman in front of me all night."

"How 'bout you hold me instead."

"Gloria, you are the most attractive woman here."

"What about your wife?"

"She's not here. And if she were, I'd have to take the fifth."

As everyone around us bounced around to the upbeat music, Gloria held me close as we swayed slowly to some other tune in our heads. Her hair smelled like strawberry shampoo and her neck smelled like coconut sunscreen and sweat... and... Nah, probably just my imagination.

We held each other like that through several songs until one came on that caught her fancy. We pulled apart and started moving to the beat. After a couple of songs like that, we returned to the table to cool off with our drinks. We talked, leaning close to be heard over the loud music.

I went and refilled our drinks, and also got a few bottles of water so we wouldn't get totally hammered just quenching our thirst. We would dance for a while until we needed a drink or a song we didn't like came on. Then we'd talk and drink until a song caught Gloria's interest, and she'd drag me back out on the floor.

We had been there for several hours, danced a lot and had a lot to drink, when, even though we sweated a lot, we both needed to go to the bathroom. I walked her to the facilities, then we split up as she went into the ladies' room and I went in the men's room. Of course, when I came out I had to wait a few minutes before Gloria appeared.

"Do you want to dance some more? Or would you like to, I dunno, maybe have some dessert?" I asked. She glanced at her watch.

"I think I'm ready for dessert."

"Okay, where d'ya wanna go?"

"My room..." she said. With a gleam in her eye, she took my hand and pulled me toward the door.

The leisurely pace of the afternoon was gone, we strode purposefully toward the hotel. My heart was pounding, and I was beginning to have second thoughts.

"Umm, I wonder if I should call Sue?" I said. Gloria stopped me in my tracks, and looked me in the eye.

"Stan, it's all right. She's expecting you to spend the night with me. But if it would make you feel better..."

I pulled out my phone, and noticed I had a missed call. I guess it was pretty noisy at the bar. I checked the message.

"Hey Honey, I'm going to bed now. I hope you're having a good time. I love you, and I know you love me, so just do this for me and make Gloria happy. And don't feel bad about enjoying it, you deserve a night with someone as horny as you are! Um, so I'll see you at breakfast. Or no, let's make that lunch. I'll be by the pool, you guys come out whenever... Anytime before noon, and we can go to lunch. Umm, good night!"

Am I a lucky guy, or what?

"You okay?" she said, studying my face.

"Yeah, I'm great."

"That's what I hear, but I'd like to decide for myself."

Then I was following that ass up the stairs again.

After a full day of teasing, I felt like ripping her clothes off as soon as we got in her room. But I took a deep breath, and tried to remember that this was all for her. So I locked the door and turned on a few lights.

"Stan, isn't that a bit bright?"

"Gloria, you are a very beautiful woman. I don't want to miss anything."

I took her hand, and led her to the couch. We sat down, and I didn't quite know how to get started.

"Gloria, I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed being with you today."

"Oh Stan, I had a really good time. You treat me like... I don't know... Like I'm... Like my feelings are more important to you than yours. I've never met a guy like you before."

"Umm," I didn't want to bad-mouth her husband, but... "Of course your feelings are important. That's the way people are supposed to treat each other. Especially... Um, especially lovers."

"Uh, yeah... I guess I'm... I'm not used to that. Maybe I'll have to start demanding that at home."

"I don't know if that'll work. It's not something you can demand, it's got to be given freely."

"Well, I can't... I'm not going to worry about that now. I'm with you now, and I'm going to enjoy every minute. You know, I was planning on just... I don't know, just taking out my frustrations with some meaningless sex, you know? But now... I don't think I can do it."

"It's okay," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Stan, I... I don't want to be fucked anymore, you know? I want you to make love to me. Can you handle that?"

"Nothing would please me more," I smiled. "Maybe when I was younger, I could just screw any willing body. But I think now, if that's what you wanted... I don't think I could... I don't think I would be 'up' for it."

"Don't worry about that. That's my job."

We didn't kiss right away. We just held each other for the longest time. She hummed happily into my neck, and I lightly stroked her back. I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. I saw a flicker of trepidation completely overwhelmed by excited anticipation. I think that's probably about what she saw in my eyes, too. We smiled at each other, and she subtly changed the angle of her face. I took the hint, and lowered my lips to hers.

We had been kissing off and on all day, but not like this. This wasn't searing lust, or getting back at your spouse. It was gentle and loving. She understood that I cared for her. Even though when we got back to the States, she'd be with her husband and I'd be with my wife, she still could see that I cared for her.

Soon our hands became active, Gloria lightly ran her nails over my bulge, I held her breast. I thumbed her nipple through her dress, and she was breathing hard. She pushed the straps off her shoulders, letting the top of her dress slip partway down. I broke the kiss.

"Pardon me for staring, but I've been waiting all day to see you without that dress in the way."

"What, my reflection in the TV wasn't enough for you?"

"That was great," I said, "but this is much better. May I?" I reached for her breast.

"Mmmm..."

I examined her breasts closely with my eyes and hands. I watched as a nipple crinkled up between my fingers. The areola looked swollen, sticking out maybe 3/4 of an inch, with the stiff nipple in the middle extending another half inch. It occurred to me that it was a mirror image to puckered lips, designed specifically for sucking.

"Sorry, but I can't help myself," I said, lowering my mouth to her nearest nipple, my fingers still busy with the other one.

"Umm..." she looked at me after a few minutes. "Remember what I'm wearing... underneath?"

"Uh, I thought you weren't wearing anything?"

"Exactly," she smiled. I took the hint, my hand gliding along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh as we kissed.

"Mmmm," we both moaned together, words impossible with our lips locked.

My thumb brushed across the hair on her mound, my fingers still stroking her inner thigh. Gloria gasped, and her head fell back. I kissed her neck and shoulder, returning shortly to her breast. Gloria's light strokes in my lap became firmer, as did the object of her attention. I brought my fingers to the spot I thought I would find lubrication, and I wasn't disappointed. I pushed my finger in, just a little, getting the tip wet. I swirled it around, moistening the immediate area. Then I slowly worked my finger an inch or two in.

"Ohhhh...."

I spread her liquid excitement all over her turgid folds, finally reaching her clitoris.

"Ahhh!"

She clutched my head to her breast, her fingers tangled in my hair. I tried to follow her level of excitement with my fingers, increasing the pace as she got closer. I didn't mind taking her there quickly, knowing that this would only be her first of many orgasms of the night.

"Mmmmnnnn... Oh!"

She stiffened as muscles all over her body contracted in little spasms.

"Was that worth the wait?" I said between kisses of her heaving bosom.

"Ohhh... God, I've been wanting that all day!"

"Yeah, well we're just getting started."




Bahama Mama



"That's right, I haven't even gotten your clothes off yet!"

"And yours are only half off. Shall we take that dress off before it gets wrinkled?"

"You first," she said, unbuttoning my shirt. I stood up and took it off, and she went right to work on my shorts. A moment later, I was naked.

"Yeah, that's much better than the reflection in the TV," she said, making me turn a full circle. "You're a bit more... excited than you were then, too."

"Oh, you can tell?" I said, my erection reaching for the ceiling.

"I can tell," she said, taking me in hand.

"Um, before you get carried away, let's get that dress off."

Two shakes of a Ma'am's tail, and Gloria was naked as well.

"I love naked hugs," I said, taking her in my arms. We held each other close, she kissed my neck. I could feel her breasts mashed against my chest, the sides squishing out against my arms. Her hands found my ass, and my hands found hers. Man! I'd forgotten what a twenty-something ass felt like. I mean, I find my wife very attractive, and she's got a very nice ass. But the years do take their toll, and at my age I really appreciated the unexpected opportunity to experience a young woman's body again. 

"You know what my favorite thing to do with a naked woman is?"

"What?"

"Guess," I said, pushing her back down on the couch and kneeling between her legs. I kissed her tummy, then down into the dark curls on her mound.

"Ohhh, wait, wait!"

I withdrew my tongue, but kept my nose pressed to her. She smelled wonderful.

"I'm not... I'm still too sensitive there."

"Okay, I'll steer clear for a while."

I started kissing, sucking and licking, but kept away from her clit.

"Mmmm, that's nice. Get up here, so I can play with you, too."

So I turned around so she could reach me with her hands. She gently touched and stroked me as I used my mouth and hands to keep her at a pleasant, but not too intense, level of arousal. After a while, she rolled on top of me, so she could reach me with her mouth. With her on top, she was pretty much in control of where I licked, and now she seemed to want me back on her clit. She was pushing so hard into my face that I couldn't get in there with my fingers, so I put my hands to work playing with her breasts. Her hips started rocking as her climax approached, and I twisted her nipples as I sucked and licked her clitoris.

"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!"

She slowed the pace as she came, but she never stopped sucking.

"Hey, hey... you better stop that or I'll..."

"That's the idea!" she said around her mouthful.

"Gloria, it's been years since I've done it more that once in one night. Do you really want it to end right now?"

"I guess not. I bet I could get you going again though."

"Well, you can certainly try, but just in case, let's hold off on the first one for a while."

"A while? How long?"

"Long enough for me to get inside you," I said, rolling her over.

I crawled on top of her and kissed her. She rubbed my erection around in her wetness.

"Go ahead," she said, hooking her legs around my waist. I pushed, and slowly sank into her. It was kind of like when you first dip into a hot tub, and the heat is startling. I stroked in and out, in and out. I settled on a medium rhythm, not feeling too confident in my ability to hold back if we went any faster. But Gloria was pushing back against me, and her legs around me were pulling me hard into her, and I was afraid I was going to lose it. So I pulled her legs up, and pushed them against her chest, pinning them with my arms so she couldn't move around so much. That gave me much better control, so I could slam into her with confidence that I could go right to the edge without blowing.

"Ohhhh... Harder! More!"

I gave her what she wanted, and she howled like a... I don't know, maybe a cat in heat.

"Ahhhhhh!" she went off for the third time.

I slowed down and let her relax a little.

"How ya doing?"

"Ohhh..."

"You ready for more?"

"More? (Puff, puff...) Yeah, sure..."

"Then roll over."

She rolled over, and got up on her hands and knees, hanging her ass off the edge of the couch. I stood behind her, poised to slide my erection in. But first, I just had to have a taste. I got down on my knees and buried my face in her ass. She squirmed and squeaked as I tongued her twat. Then I started rimming her.

"Oh my God! Ohhh... you're a nasty boy, aren't you?"

"You want me to stop?"

"Yeah, in an hour or so."

So I kept at it, my hands busy in her cunt, my tongue working her asshole. Then I stroked myself with slimy fingers, making sure I was well lubed and at maximum hardness. I gave her vagina a few licks, thumbing her anal entrance a little, then I stood up and slid my wet prick up and down her buttcrack. I paused at her anus, but receiving no invitation, I continued down to her vagina. Gloria leaned back at me, and I was in.

"Ohhhh... yeah, do it! Do me!"

"Mmmm, yeah," I said, driving into her hard. I started hammering her ass. That reminds me of a song (with apologies to Herman's Hermits):

"'Ammerin' 'Er Ass"

I'm 'ammerin' 'er ass I yam

'Ammerin' 'er ass I yam I yam

I got jiggy with the woman next door

We'd been jiggy seven times before

But all she's good for is 'ammerin' ('Ammerin'!)

Never sucked my willy worth a damn (Worth a damn!)

With my eight inch dong I'm 'ammerin'

'Ammerin' 'er ass I yam!

'Ammerin' 'er ass I yam I yam

'Ammerin' 'er ass I yam!

Anyway, after hammering Gloria's ass for a while, she started squirming, bucking back at me, and if I was going to last I needed to take back control. So I grabbed her ass, holding her somewhat steady, and spread her cheeks so I could see my meat sliding in and out. I gathered some of her copious moisture with my thumb, and probed her anus a little as I continued to plow her. That stopped her thrashing about, and when I pushed my thumb in, she climaxed, number four being quite a bit more subdued than the first three. I pulled out, dropped to my knees and finished her off with my tongue.

"Stan! Stan, that's enough! Did you..." she said, looking back at my still erect member.

"No, I'm still holding on."

"Good. Lay back, I'm gonna ride you till you explode!"

I reclined on my back, and she mounted me, dangling her boobs in my face. Gloria's medium-sized breasts were the kind that sometimes look small, like when she was on her back sunning herself, and sometimes look big, like at the bar by the pool, when she was leaning forward to take the drinks, arms pushing her mounds together, cups overflowing. Well, when they were hanging over me, inches from my face, naked, they looked huge. I pulled them to me, squeezing them against my face. I fondled and kissed them, then licked the nipples, coating them with saliva. They stiffened even more when I lightly blew on the moist flesh, then I took one in my mouth and sucked.

Gloria rubbed her sex back and forth across my hardness, I flexed to try to provide the right angle, and eventually the head found the right spot. She slid back, impaling herself on me. When she sat straight up, grinding against me with her mound pressed against my pubic bone, her boob popped out of my mouth, but I kept on squeezing the soft flesh and rolling and pinching her nipples. She leaned forward again as we began to move together, my prick sliding wetly in and out. Burned into my memory is the image of her smiling face as she hovered over me, eyes locked with mine.

She adjusted the pace, and I adjusted the speed of my fingers so she could tip over one more time. When she started to come, she brought me along with her, riding me hard to the finish line, using everything but the whip. I stayed inside her as we kissed and kissed and kissed.

"Oops!" she said, as I finally softened and popped out.

"Feels like we need to clean up," I said.

"Not yet... just hold me..."

We talked and hugged and kissed for another ten or fifteen minutes. It was very pleasant, very... sweet. Then I made us some drinks while Gloria went to the bathroom. She came back with some towels, and we cleaned up the couch and each other. It seemed perfectly natural to be wandering around the hotel room naked. I certainly enjoyed the view.

"We need to get our stories straight," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't very well tell Sue that tonight was the best ever. And I know she'll ask." Technically, I didn't tell her it was the best ever. I wanted her to think that, and it was right up there anyway.

"Well, I can tell her it was the best ever for me. But you'd better be nice."

"Yeah. How about a shower?"

"Mmmm, sounds like fun. Maybe I can get you going again."

"It'll be fun trying anyway."

The shower was great fun. I love the feel of soapy boobs in my hands. And soapy hands on my cock. I didn't get very hard, but she really had that tingle going.

"Umm, I think you've got me clean enough there," she said as my soapy finger probed her buttcrack.

"I'm just making sure I got every place I might kiss later."

"Yeah, that's right... You can kiss my ass!" she said, turning and sticking her butt out at me. She yelped when I dropped to my knees and tried to kiss her there. "Stop it!" she laughed.

"You said I could!"

"Not in here! You'll drown! And I'll fall and hurt myself!"

"Okay, okay! I can wait till we're in bed."

We dried off, brushed our teeth and headed for bed. I turned off all the lights except one by the bed and one in the bathroom. I left the bathroom door open a couple of inches as a night light. I looked at Gloria, and she had pulled the covers back and was laying sideways on the bed, face down, her nose over the far edge so she could breathe, her ass cracking a smile at me, her legs spread slightly. I walked up behind her, crawling between her legs. I started the kisses on her calves and worked my way upward. I peppered her thighs and buttocks with kisses, kneading the cheeks with firm strokes. Her anus winked at me as she could feel my hot breath. I inhaled her fragrance, but held back my lips till she couldn't stand it.

"Stan!"

"What?"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

I spread her buns with my thumbs and planted wet kisses directly on her asshole.

"Ohhh, that's so nasty! And I love it!"

I paused just long enough to agree, then continued kissing, licking and sucking.

"I've never known anyone... uh, into that," she panted.

"You mean besides Sue?"

"You mean she..."

"Man, it drives her wild! At least, umm, fingers and tongue. She's not too crazy about... anything bigger than that."

"Hey, less talking and more licking!"

"Yes, ma'am... I mean, yes, Mistress Gloria!"

"Ohhh... That's better... Ahhhh!"

I tongued and fingered her for ten or fifteen minutes, pretty much staying away from her abused clit. I had just switched my finger from her vagina to her asshole, and when I pushed my finger in, she started to come. I didn't even touch her clit, and she climaxed hard.

"Oh my God..." she gasped, before rolling over. "Hey, looks like that did the trick!" My erection had returned.

"Yeah, that was really hot," I said, laying down next to her. "It really turns me on to... make you squirm like that."

"Do you... you wanna try it... back there?"

"Umm, that's not something one usually does on the first date," I said, grinning.

"Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. And Sue and I didn't talk about anything past tonight. This might be our last chance."

"I guess I'm game. We still have the morning, anyway."

"Yeah, and all night long!"

"Hey, I'm an old man, remember?"

"Couldn't prove it by me, you stud! C'mere!"

She started to roll over, but I stopped her.

"Like this," I said, weaving our legs together so that she was on her back, and I was on my side under her legs. With my legs wrapped around her far leg, I had fine control over depth of penetration, and her tits and pussy were within arms' reach. Since I had just eaten and rimmed her for fifteen minutes, there was plenty of lubrication available, so I rubbed my prick up and down in it, getting it nice and slippery. Just to make sure, I plunged into her vagina a few times while circling her clit with my fingers.

"I'm ready," she said, when I pulled out, thumbing her back door.

"Remember, this is supposed to be fun. If you're not having fun, we can do something else."

"Thanks. Let's go ahead and try it."

I chose that moment to ram it all the way up her butt. Just kidding... I started pushing, gently but firmly, while constantly stroking her pussy. I'd work on her clit for a while, then dip down to spread her lubrication down to her anus. I rubbed around it with my fingers, and I could feel her relax a little, and my erection sank in an inch or so.

"Ow..."

"Are you okay?" I said, holding perfectly still.

"Yeah... give me a little more..."

I kept rubbing the lubrication around, and pushed a little more. The pleasure was excruciating as the crown slid past her sphincter, then I was in warm butter.

"Ohhhh..." I kept circling her clit.

"Ow..."

I froze again. It felt really good, but my concern for Gloria was spoiling it. I could feel myself softening.

"Go ahead," she said, and I started stroking in and out a small amount. I hoped I could get enough movement going to keep it up without hurting her. My fingers were flying across her clit, I was getting a couple of inches of travel, but I wasn't sure if it was going to be enough.

Then, suddenly she was there.

"Unnnnngh!"

That's all I needed. I spurted inside her.

"Ohhh..."

I quickly softened, and gently pulled out. We rested for a few moments before I spoke.

"Mmmm, that was awesome... Did you like it?"

"I'm glad you liked it. I, ah... The fingers were great, the tongue was awesome, but... You liked it, that's the important thing."

"No, no no no. It ruins it for me if you don't like it."

"I kind of liked it. There was pleasure there, but some... not really pain, more like discomfort. I think I'd save it as a special treat once in a while."

"I'm sorry..."

"Stan, if I wasn't having fun, I would have stopped. I came, didn't I? And what was that," she said, counting on her fingers, "number seven? Usually I only get one. Or zero. This is the most fun I've ever..." and she started to get choked up.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I said, pulling her to me. A few tears were making their way down her face.

"I don't want to go home! I want to stay with you!"

"Oh Gloria... I really didn't want to... complicate things for you."

"Stan, you've opened my eyes, that's all. What I do when I get back is my decision."

"I'll be there for you. Sue too."

Well, that was kind of a mood killer, so we decided to go to sleep. I turned out the light, and rolled onto my back.

"Good night, Gloria," I said, taking her hand in mine.

"Good night, Lover," she said, kissing my cheek. As we tried to go to sleep, we still held hands. When she got tired of being on her back, she snuggled into my chest on her side. I'm kind of a restless sleeper, and whenever I awoke, I found that some part of our bodies were touching, as if looking for the other's reassuring presence. It reminded me of when Sue and I were first married. I wanted that, for me, again. Sue and I didn't have that anymore. But more than that, I wanted that for Gloria. She deserved it, and I knew she wasn't getting that at home.

It was after eight when I woke in the morning, which is pretty late for me. At my age I start getting pretty uncomfortable if I lay there too long. I really needed to move, but Gloria's foot was touching my leg, and when I rolled away, she woke up.

"Hey, where you going, Lover?"

"I gotta pee, I won't be long."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be plenty long enough."

Wearing just our robes, we talked and kissed while waiting for room service. Gloria teased me all through breakfast, sliding a sausage inside her before feeding it to me, having me lick butter and honey off of her nipples... Stuff like that. By the time the food was gone, we were ready to eat each other.

"Shall we take this to bed with us?" she said, grabbing the syrup.

"Sure. I'll get some towels." In addition to the towels, I got a couple of washcloths, and I filled the ice bucket with some warm water. By the time I came out of the bathroom, Gloria was sprawled naked on the bed, her nipples generously anointed with syrup. I wanted to kiss her, but the syrup wasn't going to stay put long, so I went straight for her nipples. I was still sucking long after the syrup was gone, when she finally pushed me away and rolled over. It didn't take me long to find syrup oozing out of the top of her buttcrack. I guess she decided she liked the rimming I'd given her the night before.

As much as I tried, it seemed the more syrup I licked away, the more it seemed to flow from her, although the mapley goodness was soon overwhelmed by womanly goodness. I started to probe with my fingers.

"Uh, Stan... just tongue today, okay? I'm kinda sore..."

"Oh, sorry. Are fingers okay here?" I said, sliding my fingers round and round her clit."

"Ayee, easy... gently..."

So I kissed and licked both holes while my fingers gently probed her folds. She shuddered, shook and rolled away from me.

"Your turn to get sticky," she said, grabbing the syrup bottle. She pushed me onto my back, and squirted a generous glop of syrup on my penis. Then she spread it around with her tongue. The stickiness made her tongue feel rough, and I was getting very hard. She licked my balls and the lower part of my shaft until the stickiness was all gone, saving the best part for last. She slipped the head into her mouth, and started to suck. Her hands remained active on my balls and the base of my shaft, while her mouth did its best to bring me over the top. She pulled off at the last moment, milking me out onto my stomach.

"I think we could use a shower, huh?" she said, handing me a warm, wet washcloth.

"One for the road?"

"Yeah."

Gloria started the shower while I took care of the yucky towels. We washed each other's hair, then soaped each other up. We kissed, and just held each other. As fun as playing with each other's naked bodies was, it seemed even more erotic after we got dressed, playing with each other through our clothes. Of course, in the Bahamas, fully clothed doesn't entail very much material. I wore a swimsuit, tank top and flip flops, Gloria wore a bikini, cover-up and sandals.

We walked down to the pool, and my wife got up to greet us.

"Gloria, you're walking kind of funny this morning! Do you feel alright?"

"I feel wonderful, thank you!"

"I can vouch for that," I added in a low voice.

"I don't know how to thank you," Gloria said, hugging my wife.

"If you tired him out enough that he keeps his hands off me, that'll be thanks enough. Hey!" Sue swatted my hands away from her tush.

"Not likely!" I said, pulling my wife into a hug.

"Oooh, I'm missing that already," Gloria growled.

At lunch, the three of us played footsie under the table and drank way too much. We hardly ever have more than one drink, and never this early, but it's different down there. No work, no driving, no reason not to.

"Oh," Sue said, holding her head, "I need to lie down."

"I could use a nap," I said, "Someone kept me 'up' all night."

"And I wasn't going to get any sleep as long as you were 'up'!"

We stumbled into our room. Sue collapsed on the bed while I fiddled with the air conditioning and Gloria closed the drapes and dimmed the lights. Gloria lay down on the bed and patted the spot between her and my wife. I reluctantly followed her suggestion, laying on my back between them, closing my eyes. Moments later, I could hear Sue snoring into the pillow.

***

I awoke with the dawning realization that somebody was sucking my cock. I looked down to see Gloria's head bobbing up and down.




Bahama Mama



"Is she as good as me?" Sue whispered, startling me.

"I'm not going to answer that. Can you do me a favor? I need some part of you in my mouth."

"Any part in particular?"

"Let's start with your tongue and go from there."

We kissed, our tongues doing a little dance. You know, whenever my wife gives me head, I always wish we could kiss at the same time, and this was as fantastic as I thought it would be. I untied her top and pulled it off, gently squeezing her boobs like I know she likes. Meanwhile, Gloria was playing with my balls, my cock lodged deep in her throat. Sue roughly shoved a tit in my mouth, and I sucked and chewed, slipping a hand between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her suit.

"I think it's time to get naked," Gloria said, tugging my suit the rest of the way off. I finished stripping Sue, then she grabbed Gloria's bottoms while I took care of her top.

"I'm horny!" Sue said, summing up the mood in the room, and causing me to break into song:

"Whenever you get horny, just sit on a happy face,

Come on, I know you're horny, just sit on my happy face,

And cum will be spewing all over the place,

Just sit on a happy face!"

My wife swung a leg over my head and settled in, squatting on my face. Gloria took the other end, impaling herself on my cock. I didn't see exactly what happened, seeing that my field of vision was completely obscured by my wife's enormous ass, but five or ten minutes later, I could hear wet sloppy kissing noises somewhere above me. I tried to keep my hands occupied, but wherever I touched, someone else's hand was already there.

Sue got there first, shaking and shuddering, mashing her cunt against my face. Both women rolled off me, and I was shocked and excited to see my wife push Gloria's legs apart and rush tongue-first into her pussy. Of course I couldn't pass up that ass waving in front of me, so I pulled her to the edge of the bed and fucked the living daylights out of her. I love hotel beds, they're just the right height for fucking. I'm sure they know very well what goes on in those rooms.

***

At dinner, Gloria suddenly looked serious.

"I've decided."

"What?"

"I'm leaving Scott."

"Oh, honey... Are you sure?"

"Yup, it's been a long time coming. Hey, um, do you guys happen to have a spare room?"

"No, I'm sorry, we don't," my wife said, matching Gloria's serious look. But then she broke into a smile, "But we do have a king-sized bed!" 



Bahama-Mama!



Jeffrey Carter stepped off of the plane, inhaled the moist air, and smiled. My first trip to the Bahamas. His friend Anthony recommended this place for some R and R. I have a suite in the Hilton on the beach. Running your own company can be hard on your mind and you body. I’m thirty years, single, never married, one son who is seven from a college relationship. Alexander is my heart but his mother and me didn’t get along enough to get married. Don’t get me wrong, I take care of my son. He will never have to want. I have him every other weekend, one month in the summer, and we alternate the holidays. That’s my pride and he needs to know that. 

My other pride is my business. After college I started a dot COM Company. It was a web page where black people, really any race, could come to get help or answers to any question. After six months I became a millionaire. After two and a half years I was worth 15.7 million dollars. When I owned the company for three almost four years another dot com company came to me and made it possible for me to retire at the age of 30. They brought my company for 67.5 million dollars. I’m happy, my son is provided for, and now it’s time to rest. This place is beautiful. Before I checked into the hotel I drove the island in my rental car. The beach made me want to go swimming. 

Time to head for the room for some rest. The desk clerk told me at check in that my had a good view of the ocean and that there would be a beach party starting at 10pm for hotel guest and friends. The room view is nice and peaceful. I looked down to the beach and see someone strolling along. A caramel slim female with long black hair. From here she looked beautiful. Someone I could get into. Nice body, nice height, and nice hair. Maybe I’ll see her at the beach party. Well, better get some sleep. Damn! What time is it, 9:30pm. I can’t believe I slept this long. I still make it to the party and maybe find that girl. 

After a shower I throw on my swim trunks with a white shirt unbutton. Show off my built. I have a light chocolate complexion, cut close curly hair cut, 6’2 with muscular built and a stomach you can scrub clothes on. I walked to the beach and can hear the party was at fuel swing. I look around to see if I could find the girl. No such luck, but there were plenty of other cuties here. I meet a couple of them, dance with some, but most of them were looking for money. There she goes that fine ass girl from the beach. She had on a white swim suite with a lace wrap skirt. Her hair cascaded down her back like a wave. I walked up to her and asked if she would like to dance she said no. So I asked could I buy her a drink. 

She said no again. I asked what was there I could do to get her to talk to me. Se stated she was from the island and was not trying to get her groove back. I told her I wasn’t trying to give back her groove. That I just wanted someone to talk too. I was about to walk away feeling salty and wanting to call her out of her name. That’s when she gently touched my arm. She apologize and told me her name was Tara. That her father owns the hotel and she was tired of horney Americans coming to the island just to have sex with an islander. I explain to her that I was not like that. That I have been working hard lately and I came down to rest. I went as far as to tell her that. I was asleep about a hour ago. She laugh lightly and said she would love to dance. We dance and talked until the end of the party. I went back to my room and slept until noon. I did some souvenir shopping and sight seeing. 

When the sun begin to go down I went to the beach for a walk. I need to decide how I would live the rest of my life. Every men wish is to retire early but shit, I don’t want to be bored. That’s when I heard a gentle call of my name. I turned to see Tara running towards him. Hey, I said to her. Damn. She was beautiful. The things I could do to her. She ask me where have I been all day. That she was looking for me to show me around the island. I explained what I did for the day and told her I didn’t think she wanted to be bothered by an American. She laughed bashfully and said she was wrong and wanted to make it up to me. I laughed. We talked and walked for while. She offered to treat me to dinner because of last night. 

Of course I accepted. The food was good and really spicy. As we walked to the hotel I was hoping to get come but not wishing it. In front of the hotel she told me she did not want the night to end. I told her that I was really tired and need to rest. She looked dejected. Hey, wasn’t she the one dogging me the other night about sex with an American. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to fuck her brains out but tonight I will need a cold shower. Well, can we get together tomorrow? I can show you some more of the island. I agree to meet her out front at one and went up to my room. I slept a hard sleep and woke up with a headache. So I called and cancelled with Tara. I could tell in her tone she was not too happy. O well, I will not die for a piece of ass so I went back to sleep. Around six there was a little tap at the door. I went to answer the door and Tara was there, She said she came to see if I was all right and brought me something to eat. I told her I was feeling much fine and invited her in. An un-invited guess means that I’m getting me some of that ass. 

I said to her so you stop by to see if I was doing better or to see if I was playing you off. Before she could answer I grabbed her and kissed her hard. She did not resist. She wanted what I wanted. I pushed her on to the bed. I removed her clothes roughly, sucking on any exposed skin. She moaned and sighed with each piece of clothes removed. She lied there withering butt naked on my bed. I slowly removed my t-shirt and pajama pants. She was begging me to fuck her. Oh, in due time, she still had to pay for her comments. I climbed on the bed where her head was and put my thick dick to her lips. She sucked it in hungrily. 

Damn, her mouth was doing wonders on my balls than my dick. Now, my dick isn’t small, it’s about 8 1/2 inches long and 2 inches thick. I tell you my dick was hitting the back of her throat and I pumped deeper. She gagged but recovered. Although I was enjoying this I had to stop her. I looked down at her and saw her hand disappearing in and out of her pussy. 

A damn woman’s fingers can’t out do a man. I turned her around roughly, spread her legs, bent her legs at the knee and bushed them outward, was ready to dive in. Oh shit, I forgot my damn rubber. I reached into my nightstand and got one. Had it on within a few seconds and was back in business. I nudge the head of my dick into her. She yelled out loud. I let my enlarged head just sit there. When she calmed down I slammed the rest of my dick inside of her. She was enraptured as I thrust in and out of her. She was cumming like a facet was turned on. 

I pulled out and flipped her over. I pulled her ass to me, spread her check and re-entered her pussy. I held on to her bucking ass, forcing every inch of me into her. I was at the end of this ride so I pushed hard one last time and knocked her to the bed. Cumming deep inside her with my rubber tightly on. The rest of the week there I got a lot of rest, relaxation, and my dick being sucked and fucking. I guess I did exhale, again and again.



Bahama Mama



We arrived at the front door to the bungalow and saw that all the lights were off. I guess Dad and Wendy had gone to bed. I helped Jason up the stairs to the loft. He stumbled a few times, but made it to the bed without much incident.  He lay down on the bed with his head on the pillow. 

"I'll use the bathroom first, "I said and went in the bathroom and shut the door. Jason mumbled something incoherent and rolled over onto the pillow.

As I washed my face, I thought about all the crazy events that happened tonight. I started to build a relationship with my dad's new wife, whom I seem to like. I re-connected with my father after him living away for so many years.  Oh yeah, and of course, I gave my brother a hard-on. It's been a while since I gave anyone a hard-on. I have to say, even though it was Jason, I liked the feeling. I didn't think I'd actually do anything about it with him, but it sure felt nice while it was happening. At least I think I'm sure.

I hung up my dress and changed into shorts and a tee shirt for sleep. I opened the closet door in the bathroom looking for a towel and heard muffled, distant sounds. Groans and such. Curiously, I listened for the source of the sounds and ventured into the very back of the closet. There were several shelves at the back of the closet with a number of stacked white bath towels and some extra toiletries. The sounds seemed to be coming from behind the shelves, so I removed some of the towels and saw a grate of some kind attached to the wall between the middle two shelves. It looked like maybe an air conditioning vent or some type of fan vent. It was about one foot square and I could clearly hear the sounds coming from the vent. As I got closer, it was clear that the vent was directly above the bed in the master bedroom. The sound I was hearing was my father and Wendy having sex.

I quickly backed out of the closet and closed the door. "Oh my God," I thought, "I can't be listening to that." Or could I, I thought.

I thought back to what I'd seen in the closet. The vent was a square with narrow slats running horizontally. I wondered if I could actually see into the room. I knew it would be wrong to listen in on my father having sex, but the idea that I could do it without getting caught was very exciting. I didn't know what to do, so I quietly opened the door to check on Jason. He was sound asleep, snoring loudly on the bed. I closed the door and tiptoed back to the closet. I had to know if I could see. I quietly opened the closet door and more clearly heard my father and Wendy since the towels were no longer blocking the sound. I have to admit that this was becoming very exciting and almost dangerous, and I could feel my nipples getting hard, so I began to rub one through my tee shirt. I started breathing heavier and knew that I needed to calm down a little or risk being heard. I was actually starting to get wet.

I closed the closet door to make sure there would be no light shining through the vent and crept up to the wall. The sounds were getting louder and I needed to see what was happening.

As I looked through the slats of the vent I couldn't believe what I could see. From my vantage point, the slats looked directly down onto the bed. I was watching Wendy sucking my father's cock while it looked like his tongue was buried deep in her pussy. She was moaning while giving him a blow job and having her pussy sucked.

I watched for a few minutes while my hand slowly slid down to my own pussy juices. The wetness had soaked through my panties and I began to rub my clit back and forth. I had never had sexual thoughts about my father before, but seeing him like this with another woman sucking his big cock was more than I could handle. I listened when he was about to cum as he began to pant her name. "Wendy! Wendy, I'm gonna cummmm." 

"In my mouth baby, in my mouth," she panted and began to suck harder and deeper on his cock. I could see my father lurch his hips forward and with a final groan, shoot his wad of cum deep into Wendy's mouth. It looked like she had her mouth down his cock all the way to his balls, so he must be shooting cum down to the back of her throat. It didn't take long before I was shuttering and having my own orgasm. I fell back on the floor and shoved my finger deep into my pussy as I began to shake. 

I bit the finger on my other hand to keep myself from moaning and having them hear me. When my orgasm finished, I began to breathe normally, so I took another peek through the slats. Dad and Wendy had switched places. Now she was on her back, with her legs spread wide while Dad was fingering her pussy and licking the juices. I knew this was a good time for me to slip away before I got caught, so I put the towels back in front of the vent and left the bathroom closet. 

I sat down on the edge of the tub. I was sweating and still shaking a bit from what I'd witnessed. I needed to calm down and clean myself up, so I washed again, brushed my teeth and my hair. I quietly opened the bedroom door and heard Jason again; sound asleep and snoring as if nothing happened.

I thought it would be funny if I woke him up and said, "Hey, I just masturbated myself to a great orgasm while I watched Wendy suck dads cock," but I thought better of it. 

Instead, I stood over his bed and just looked at him sleep. My baby brother. But he's also become a man, as I remembered his hard-on earlier. I looked down at his shorts and could see the outline of his cock. It was no longer erect, but it was a nice size. Thick. I debated for a few seconds about what to do next, but my mood got the better of me and I reached down and began gently caressing Jason's cock. Very gently at first, but then I could feel it start to get hard. Jason shook quickly and coughed, so I pulled my hand back, embarrassed that I might have been caught.

"What's the matter?" he said, confused about what was happening.

"Nothing Jase, " I shook my head and looked away.  "I'm finished in the bathroom. You can use it. I'm going to bed."

"Oh. OK. Good night Sara," he mumbled as he crawled into the bathroom.

I quickly slid under the blanket of the pull out couch and thought about what had happened. I couldn't believe how I felt. I was equally angry with myself for allowing things to go as far as they did, but also very excited and horny about what could have been. I pulled the blanket up under my chin and went to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon cooking in the kitchen. The smells had wafted up to the loft. I stumbled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom with a Bahama Mama headache. Jason was still asleep and had all the pillows covering his head.

I showered, got dressed, came out of the bathroom and gently shook Jason. "Wake up sleepy. It's a beautiful day out there today." He groaned something incomprehensible and rolled over on his side. I just laughed and said, "OK then. I'm going to eat all the bacon," and I went down to the kitchen.

Wendy had prepared a great breakfast of bacon, eggs, fresh fruit and coffee. Lots of coffee which I drank black. 

"How did you sleep Sara?" Wendy asked. "It sometimes takes a few days to get used to the time zone." 

"I slept great actually. Just enough alcohol to help me pass out. I feel fine now. Jason, on the other hand, still looks dead to the world."  It was awkward for me and I had a tough time looking her in the eye. I mean, she had no idea I watched her have sex with my father. I wanted to ask her, what was it like? How does my father's cock taste? Did you swallow all his cum?  Can he get you off by sucking on your clit? Of course, all I could work up the nerve to say was "The coffee's great. Thanks for making it."

I just couldn't stop thinking about what I saw. I never saw my dad's cock before. And seeing Wendy's tight body and watching her sucking his cock and seeing Dad's tongue deep in Wendy's pussy...it's actually making me wet again just thinking about it. And thinking about what I almost did with Jason. Am I crazy? Why am I so horny? What's happening to me?  

Just then, my father came out of the bedroom. "Morning sweetie," he said as his kissed the top of my head. "Beautiful day out there."

I had to keep myself from looking down at his crotch while he prepared his coffee. I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock or having it deep within me. I still couldn't believe what I saw last night. He walked over to Wendy and hugged her. "How you feeling, Babe?" he asked while he looked deep into her eyes.

"Great," she said. "Can't wait for today."

"Wendy and I are going out on a catamaran today. You want to come along?" He asked.

"Thanks Dad, but I think I'd rather just hang out at the beach today. I saw some nice lounge chairs that look like they need someone to crash in them all day."

"OK. That sounds like it'll be fun too," he said. "You might want to bring your brother along so he doesn't get into too much trouble."

"I will if he ever gets out of bed."

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I'd been enjoying the lounge chair for a few hours when Jason stumbled up to me.

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in. You still look like crap."

"I feel even worse," he said. "I need a drink."

"Ahh. A little hair of the dog. That'll do it. I think I'll join you." We ordered up some pina coladas for me and a few bottles of Corona for Jason. 

While we waited for the drinks to be delivered, I was looking over at Jason. He really was a handsome kid. He was in great shape since football season and worked out every day. I could see his muscles ripple every time he moved in the chair. Damn, it was happening again – I felt that familiar twinge in the pit of my stomach and I adjusted in my seat as I began to get wet again. He was wearing gym shorts and he had a tuft of hair running from the middle to his belly straight down to his pants. I could see the outline of his cock beneath his shorts. "Stop looking at him," I wanted to scream to myself. Thank God I was wearing sunglasses so he couldn't see me gawking. I don't know what's wrong with me.

"I'm going for a dip," I said and quickly got up off the lounge chair. I stood and took off the tee shirt I was wearing over my bikini. Even though I had small breasts, I was in good shape from working out during the long, cold days of a Nebraska winter. I bent over to give Jason a nice view of my tits.  I actually felt good about how I looked.

I saw him raise his eyebrows a bit as he looked at my body. "A little skimpy on the bikini, huh Sara," he said with a smile.

"Why not," I said. "We're in the Bahamas and I'm on vacation. Besides, you love it," I said as I winked at him and pushed my breasts together to pretend I had some cleavage. "Come on in the water. It looks beautiful." I jogged into the water and dove in.

I saw Jason out of the corner of my eye following me into the water. It looked like he had the beginning of a hard-on again, and he was trying to hide it from me. He dove in and popped up in the water right next to me.

"Hey stud," I joked to him. "You having fun yet?" I reached over and climbed on his back. "Give me a piggy back ride Jase, just like you used to." I wrapped my arms around his chest and pressed my tits into his back. He reached down and slipped his arms under my legs to support my weight, like he used to. 

"You haven't done this in a long time. You're a lot stronger than the last time you did it." I began to massage his chest muscles and his arms. "Big time football player," I laughed. I continued to massage his chest and moved my hands down to his abs. "How low will I go?" I joked. "You were sliding your hands down pretty low on me last night. Let's see how you like it," I giggled, as my fingertips slipped under the top of his shorts and across the very top of his cock. 

"Hey, I'm a horny teenager," he said. "I'm up for anything you are." He then flipped me off his back and I landed upside down in the water. 

"Nice move stud. You really know how to treat a girl." I laughed and started to splash him.

"I'm still hung over. Where's that beer?"

"I don't know. Let's go find out." And we got out of the water and went back to our chairs where our drinks were waiting.

We spent the next several hours drinking and making sexual innuendo comments to each other. Of course, the more we drank, the more the comments were becoming specific. Each of us testing the other to figure out if we were really serious or if this was one big vacation tease. It started out innocent enough, but then we were asking each other questions about how we like to have sex and how often do you masturbate. Jason asked about my various boyfriends in high school and about the guys in college. What were they like? Was it wild? Jason even asked me if I ever thought about him when I played with myself. "Sometimes," I said as I looked at him coyly.

It was getting late and we were getting drunk, so we agreed to go back to the bungalow and get ready for dinner. Dad and Wendy were already there waiting for us.

"We're heading over to the restaurant to have some drinks before dinner. Why don't you guys change and come on over," Wendy said to us when we walked in.

"Sounds great," said Jason. Dad and Wendy headed out for dinner, and Jason went up to take a shower.

This was a strange vacation for me, I thought as I waited for Jason to change. I'm seeing things and doing things I've never dreamed possible. And I'm actually enjoying it. I know it's not acceptable to have sexual feelings for your brother. Or your father. Or his new wife, for God's sake. But I'm having them all. And I'm sensing the same from Jason. Well, I have a plan to see if he feels the same way. Really feels the same way. And I plan to find out one way or another.

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After another great meal of eating and drinking, we all came back to the bungalow together. Dad and Wendy went into their room and Jason and I had another drink in the living room.

"So now what do you think about Wendy?" I asked. "She's pretty hot, isn't she?" 

"Yeah, she sure is. And those dresses she wears are quite, how do I say it, revealing."

"Yeah. She's showing off her nipples," I said to see if I could shock him. "She has nice round tits, don't you think?"

Jason looked at me with wide eyes. "Um, yeah, I guess she does." I could see this was making him a little uncomfortable and I was enjoying the power. 

"And think about it Jason. Daddy can fondle and suck those tits any time he wants to," I said with a gleam in my eye.

"I guess he can," he answered, nervously.

I figured it was now or never with Jason. He was nervous enough to wonder what I was up to. But he was also buzzed enough to maybe follow through. At least I hoped so.

"Do you want to see them?" I asked.

"What??"

"Do you want to see them?" I asked again.

"What are you talking about Sara?"

"Just answer the question. Do you want to see them?"

Well, sure I do. Who wouldn't?"

"That's what I needed to hear. Come with me," I said as I reached out and grabbed his hand. I turned out all the lights downstairs, and led him up to the loft.

"What's going on Sara?" he asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

We got to the top of the stairs and I looked him deeply in the eyes. "You ready?" I asked. 

"I guess so."

"Good." I opened the bathroom door and pulled him in. 

"Keep your voice down and follow me," I said as I opened the closet door. I was still holding his hand and I could feel nervous sweat on his palms. My own heart was beating like crazy and my panties were starting to stick to me with anticipation.

We moved to the back of the closet and I removed all the towels covering the vent. We could hear muffled grunts coming from the vent, and I knew Dad and Wendy were at it again.

"Take a look," I said and pointed to the vent.  "But make sure you're quiet."

Jason walked over to the vent and peeked through. "Holy shit, Dad and Wendy are fucking!"

"Shhh.  Keep your voice down or they'll hear us," I said in a whisper. I leaned over next to Jason and peeked through the vent. Wendy was on top, with Dad's cock deep in her pussy. They were rocking very slowly on the bed. There was just enough light in the room to see Dad and Wendy clearly.  Wendy's tits were slapping against Dad's chest. 

I whispered in Jason's ear. "Well, what do you think?" I scratched my fingers across his back. "Like what you see?"

"Holy Shit, that's hot!" he whispered.

I continued to rub his back with my hand sliding down towards his ass. I whispered in his ear, "Don't say a word or they'll hear us." I noticed he was breathing heavier as my hand slid down between his shorts to his ass and I began to massage it. "Shhhh," I said. I took my hand back out of his shorts and slowly slid it down to his legs and started rubbing up and down the inside of his thigh while he stared through the vent at Dad and Wendy. My thumb slid up inside his shorts and touched the outside of his balls. With my other hand I was massaging my already soaked pussy. He subtly stepped apart so his legs were wider. The thought that my brother was staring at my father's cock deep inside Wendy's pussy and I was rubbing his leg and balls was making me so hot, I couldn't stand it anymore. I figured it was now or never, so I dropped to my knees and started unbuckling Jason's shorts.

He looked down at me. "Sara..Sar" I quickly shushed him and continued to get his shorts down.

He returned his gaze to the scene below in the bed as I could hear the grunts getting louder. I finally got his shorts and underwear down to his ankles and started massaging his cock which was covered with pre cum. I reached under and massaged his balls while I gently sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. Jason started to moan. I was actually doing it. I was sucking my brother's cock! I couldn't believe it. I moved my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock and took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked it. Jason's knees started to buckle a little so I went back to the tip of his cock and slowly started sucking down the shaft lightly flicking my tongue across the tip. He began panting and I could sense he was going to cum. He started thrusting his cock deep in my mouth and I was starting to gag a little. But I wouldn't take it out of my mouth. It was like I was almost possessed as I was sucking his cock as deep as I could while I shoved my middle finger in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I could sense he was about to cum since he was panting and moaning loudly. I wondered if he was so loud that Dad and Wendy could hear him, but I was so lost in the moment I didn't care. I then felt his cock expand and he shot a thick cream of cum deep down my throat. I began to go into a convulsing orgasm myself, panting and moaning while he was shooting another load of cum deep down my throat.  Jason leaned back against the side of the closet and slid down to the floor across from me. He was still panting and he look at me deep in my eyes, "Sara, I can't believe we just did that."

"Shhhh," I said, and I crawled up to him and gave him a slow, deep kiss, sticking my tongue as far into his mouth as I could. "I love you Jason."

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The next morning when I woke up, I thought about what had happened to me the past couple days. There must be something about the weather in the Bahamas. Or something in the air (most likely, it was something in the Bahama Mama's). I smiled. I had sucked my brother's cock and swallowed his cum while we watched my father having sex. For the first time in my life, I saw my father's erect cock. I actually wondered what it would taste like or how it would feel deep inside me. I wondered how Wendy's pussy would taste. Would her juices taste like my own? Intellectually it sounds like I have some sick, deep problem. But emotionally, I wanted more. I wanted to feel my brother inside me. I wanted to experience sexual pleasure with Wendy and Dad. My thoughts about this were becoming insatiable.




Bahama Mama



Jason woke up and came to my bed and kissed me on the top of the head before he went to the bathroom. "Did that really happen?" he asked. 

"Mmmm Hmmmm," was all I could say. He smiled, winked at me and said, "I'm glad it wasn't just a wet dream!"

After breakfast Dad asked if we wanted to join him and Wendy on a boat ride out to one of the uninhabited islands.  "I was able to get a nice boat to take us around the other side of the island," Dad said. The restaurant will make us lunch and pack us some drinks. What do you say? It's very beautiful there. And very private," he said with a smile.

"I'm game. What about you Jason?"

"Sounds great," he answered.

Later on, we picked up the food and drinks at the restaurant and headed over to the boat. Dad and Jason were packing everything into the front of the boat when Wendy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked with a sly grin.

"Huh? What do you mean?" 

"We heard you, Sara. Last night. Through the vent in the wall. You were watching, weren't you? It sounded like you were enjoying yourself as well!" 

I immediately turned beet red and put my hand to my mouth. "Oh my God Wendy, I'm so sorry. We...we heard sounds from the closet and just got curious. I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have watched."

Wendy gave a conspiratorial laugh. "It's OK Sara. I kind of liked knowing you were watching us. We both did, actually."

"Dad knows! Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. He was actually pretty turned on by the whole thing. It was actually his idea to rent this boat and go to the island. Could be kind of fun," she said coyly as she winked and slipped a finger into the bottom of her mouth. 

She leaned over close to me and whispered, "Besides, you saw me fucking your father...I want to watch you fuck your brother. It's only fair." And she reached down and grabbed my ass. 

I was flushed and a little surprised, but the idea that Dad and Wendy knew we watched them was making me wet all over again.

"Well," I said with a huge smile, "We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

"Awesome," she said as she led me back to the boat by the hand.

We pulled up to the island about 45 minutes later. On the ride over, I kept replaying the conversation I had with Wendy over and over in my mind. Dad knew we watched. And he was OK with it! This trip was becoming more and more bizarre every second and I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. I decided to go with it and let things happen.

Dad and Jason unloaded the boat and we set up camp a few yards down on the beach. Wendy laid out a nice blue blanket for our picnic under some palm trees.  Dad was right. This was a very beautiful place. And we were the only people on the island. 

Wendy bounced around the beach in her bikini unpacking our lunch and drinks and I could tell Jason was ogling her body behind his sunglasses.  She gave us each a glass filled with Bahama Mamas and said with a huge grin, "Drink up kids, there's plenty more with this came from."

The drinks were great and Wendy asked if we wanted to go for a swim. 

"I don't know about you Sara," Wendy said, "but I don't want any tan lines. Besides, nobody can see us." She reached behind her and unhooked her bikini top and it dropped to the beach.  I chuckled at Jason's reaction when she did this. He nearly dropped his drink. I smiled when I saw him staring at Wendy's tits and her erect nipples. She then reached down and slid her bikini bottom down, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy. Dad smiled at her, and I could see the beginnings of an erection in Jason's shorts.

"Well Sara. What do you say," she said, curiously looking at my bikini.

"What the hell. " I quickly undid my bikini and stood next to Wendy naked. Dad and Jason got their first view of my body without clothes. I didn't have a shaved pussy like Wendy, but it was neatly trimmed. And while my tits weren't as big, my nipples were certainly as erect.  I was a little self conscious until I saw the reaction from Dad and Jason.

"That's my girl," Dad said, obviously admiring my body. Jason stood there almost speechless.

Wendy grabbed my hand and led me into the water. "Let's go."

We jogged across the sand into the water and we both dove in. As soon as we emerged from the water, Wendy grabbed me around the neck and gave me a deep, sensuous kiss.  She reached around and massaged my ass and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth.

"Wow," I said with wide eyes, as I returned the tongue kiss.

Wendy and I stood in the waist deep water for a few seconds deeply French kissing and groping each other when I noticed my Dad and Jason trudging through the surf towards us.

"Not so fast," Wendy yelled. "Not while you're wearing those" and she pointed towards their shorts.

Dad and Jason looked at each other and Dad was the first to react by quickly dropping his and tossing them to the beach. He stood there with a semi-erect cock pointing slightly towards the left. Jason hesitated a moment, but I guess the idea that we were all naked and waiting for him took away some of his shyness and he dropped his shorts as well. Unlike Dad, Jason was fully erect and his cock stood straight up.

They waded through the water and came up to Wendy and Me. Dad moved in first and grabbed Wendy and began kissing her deeply. Jason and I stood there watching, not sure what to do.

Wendy and Dad stopped kissing for a moment and Wendy went over to Jason. "Well, I've been hoping to do this since the first day we met," said Wendy as she grabbed him and wrapped her legs around his hips and kissed him deeply. I could see the base of his cock pressing into her pussy lips as he kissed her. Dad looked at me and smiled shyly. 

"Well sweetie, what do you think? We're on vacation," and he waded towards me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I didn't know how to react at first because I'd been hoping to do this since we got here. Now that I was kissing him and felt his cock press against my engorged pussy lips, I needed him more than ever. He stopped kissing me and slid his head down and began sucking on my left nipple. I began to moan and reached down to find his now fully erect cock. 

We all groped each other in the water for a few minutes more when Wendy hopped off Jason and splashed back into the water. "OK, Enough of this. I want to get paid back for the show we gave last night. I want to watch this time," she said with a gleam in her eye looking back and forth between me and Jason.

Jason looked me in the eye, raided his eyebrow as if to say, "What do you think?" 

I smiled and grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go."

We all walked back to the beach holding hands and went over to our blanket beneath the palms. Jason and I sat down in the middle while Dad and Wendy sat towards the edge. We didn't quite know what to do next until Wendy sad, "Damn, kiss her already!"

Jason leaned over, wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed me hard.

Wendy clapped. "There you go, kids."

I was already wet with anticipation after kissing my father and now French kissing my brother in front of Dad and Wendy. Wendy crawled over and sat between Dads legs. He began to massage her tits while they watched Jason and me.

Jason and I were passionately kissing when Jason leaned back and lay flat on his back on the blanket. I followed him down and straddled his hard cock facing him. He reached up to fondle my tits so I reached behind, grabbed the head of his cock and pressed it against the lips of my pussy. After a few pushes, he quickly slipped inside me and my pussy swallowed his entire cock. We were rocking back and forth, staring into each other's eyes when Wendy got up and sat on Jason's chest with her back to his face. She and I immediately began kissing and fondling each other's tits, while Wendy lifted up her ass and placed her pussy in Jason's face. He reached his hands across her hips and pulled her hips back towards his face. She began to moan deeply with Jason's tongue in her pussy while lowering her head to suck on my tits. Jason began fucking me harder and deeper and it felt like he was getting ready to cum deep inside me. Just then, Dad walked over and put his cock between Wendy and me and we both began licking and kissing it. He began jerking it hard and pointed it towards our faces. He then began to shoot a warm stream of cum onto our lips, cheeks and chins. We both began licking Dad's cum off each other's faces while I felt Jason begin to explode inside my pussy. He began to buck wildly as I came with him. Wendy then began to have a tremendous orgasm and was cumming on Jason's tongue as he lapped up her juices.

We stayed there for a few minutes more and finally collapsed on the blanket after what had just happened. As I lay there on my side, I noticed some of Jason's sperm dripping out of the corner of my pussy. I reached down and scooped up a taste. Dad noticed me do that and said, "Oh, I need to try some of that too." He came over to me, spread my legs and began to lick my pussy clean of my own juices mixed with Jason's remaining cum.

"Better than a Bahama Mama," he said.