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Circe's Island

By: markydaysaid



Peter Stone: 45. Tall, buff, handsome, hairy chest, salty black hair, blue eyes. Former pornstar and current porn producer, multi-millionaire, and yachting enthusiast.

Jewel and Gem Stone: 19 year old twins. Tall, busty, leggy, and sexy. Blonde hair, blue eyes. 

Jewel's hair is long enough to reach past her shoulders, Gem's is cut stylishly short. Spoiled, bitchy, horny, naughty little daddy's princesses.

Holly Body: 38. Voluptuous, huge breasts, swollen lips, red hair, green eyes, sex-goddess. Holly is a current pornstar and Peter Stone's trophy girlfriend.

Max Body: 20. Tall, fit, all star athlete, all American stud, huge cock, cocky attitude. 

Micah Body 18. Cute, nice body, decent sized cock. Micah is a virgin and feels inadequate when compared to his uber-stud brother, despite being a sexy little stud himself. 

Shelby Goodlove (née Body). 40. Attractive housewife, short brown hair, never wears makeup, huge tits, big ass. Shelby never approved over her little sister going into porn when she was 18, and they haven't spoken in almost ten years. Shelby is easily the hottest milf in town, but she never indulges in her sexual fantasies. 

Roxanne "Roxy" Goodlove: 20. Tall, rock-n-roll, girl-next-door, nice body, messy brown hair, laid back, ripped jeans, concert t-shirts. Roxy is bisexual, NOT a virgin, but has never had wild or crazy sex. 

Bebe Goodlove. 18. Cute as a button, recently graduated jailbait, petite, surprisingly large and perky breasts, short brown hair. Bebe is a virgin and very naive about sex, despite being an habitual masterbater, and a secret devotee of her Aunt Holly's films. 

Circe:?. Dark skin, black hair, oozes sex, exotic accent. A mysterious woman. 

#

The Tropic of Capricorn was a 50 ft, one million dollar yacht equipped with two engines, a large private cabin with a king sized bed, a living room level with a plasma screen entertainment system hooked up with every video game system imaginable, a small outdoor kitchen, and even smaller below-deck washroom, and an inflatable motor boat.

The Tropic of Capricorn stood out from the other boats in the marina like an arrogant rooster crowing over its hens, or a sultan standing erect over his harem of submissive, salacious sluts. The yacht matched perfectly the personality of the man who owned it, a man who liked big things. This man like big boats, big cars, big houses, and women with big tits and big pussies to get fucked by his big, fat, hard cock. 

Peter Stone pulled up to the marina in his three-hundred thousand dollar sports car (his casual vehicle), and chuckled victoriously as he saw his favorite bitch floating in the bay, The Tropic of Capricorn. Peter was a man accustomed to victory, as his multi-million dollar wealth and little black book stuffed with heartbroken beauties could attest. He had personally seduced, fucked, and ruined more women in The Tropic of Capricorn than an entire NBA team did in a season, and he was planning to add to that erotic legend this weekend, despite who he had in the car with him. 

"Oh my gawd, DAD!" Peter's daughter Jewel whined, sitting in the back seat. "Gem totally took my MP3 player, and she's like, like, she like, won't even give it back to me."

"DAD! I'd have mine, but it was in my jeans, the ones Jewel borrowed on her date with Tom, and we all know what happened with that!"

Jewel had come home the other night from a party high on molly, fucked out of her mind, and wearing nothing but glitter, a neon glow-in-the-dark thong, and (presumable) Tom's semen. The cute jeans she had borrowed from Gem would never be seen again.

Peter groaned and turned around to appraise his only children, the result of a wild indiscretion on his first set, and a broken condom (he learned so after that his cock was too big for most condoms to handle). 

Gem and Jewel were twins, and they were both drop-dead, kill-yourself, holy-shit, fucking sexy as hot hell little nineteen year olds. They looked a lot like their mother had (before all the cocaine and gang-bangs took their toll): blonde, blue-eyed, well toned, leggy, and busty. Perfect Aryan goddesses. They barely wore any makeup, other than some lipgloss and mascara, because they didn't need any. Their skin and features were crafted by the Goddess of Sex herself, Aphrodite or whoever. 

On top of being two nut-busting gorgeous hotties, Gem and Jewel liked to dress provocatively, and their microscopic bikinis left only a few square inches of modesty untainted. Gem (whose blonde hair was cut short) wore a tiny green bikini and a pair of tight cutoff jean shorts that were practically a thong themselves, being so tight that she couldn't even do the zipper on them. Jewel (whose blonde hair flowed down her back) wore a matching red bikini, and a tight little t-shirt that left most of her under-cleavage exposed, and had the words "Daddy's Little Princess" written on it. 

Peter Stone felt his legendarily large cock thickening at the sight of his own daughters, something that had been happening a lot this last year. 

"Look, girls, why don't you just share headphones and listen to the same fucking song, capisce?"

"But Daaaaaaad," Jewel whined. "I want to listen to Thug Nigga's new album, 'Killin' Pigs and Poppin' White Pussies.'"

"But Daaaaaaaad," Gem whined exactly like her sister. "I want to listen to Selena Cyrus's new single, 'Fuck Me Like the Trailer Trash Slut I Am.' featuring Thug Nigga." 

Peter rolled his eyes. "Holy shit. What music are you kids listening to? What is that? Hip-hop? Dubstep? Whatever happened to Elvis Presley and The Beatles?"

"Who?" Gem asked at the exact same time, neither having ever heard of Elvis or the Beatles before. 

"Look, whatever, who gives a shit," Peter waved them off. "I see Holly's car pulling up. She's bringing her two boys along as well, so I want you two sluts to be on your best behavior. I'm trying to have a romantic weekend with my girlfriend, alright. Any cock-blocking from you two, and I swear to God I'll spank your tight little asses so hard the blue will come out of your eyes."

"Yes Daaaaaaady," the girls chanted together. The leaned back and smiled wickedly at one another. Peter Stone hadn't quite caught on to the fact that his daughters enjoyed being spanked. In fact, when Jewel had come home from Tom's party, drugged up and fucked up, Peter had spanked her so hard she had actually passed out. Peter thought she passed out from exhaustion, but in reality she had passed out from a single, mind-blowing orgasm, and now Gem was itching to get spanked by Big Daddy as well. 

They planned on being very, very, very naughty this weekend. 

#

"You two remember your sunblock?" Holly Body asked her two sons.

"Yes Mom," her sons chanted, sounding bored. 

"And you rubbed it in everywhere? Behind your ears? Back of your neck?"

"Yes Mom," the boys repeated. 

As Holly nagged she was busy rubbing sunblock on herself, which was quite distracting for her two sons and every other warm-blooded male in the parking lot. Holly's tits were the Mona Lisa of breasts; big, round, full, firm and yet soft, capped by nipples that showed through any layer of clothing. Holly wore what SHOULD have been a modest bikini, but her sexual body swallowed it into her curves, making her bottom into a thong, and her top into a slingshot for her massive tits. Holly Body's immaculate body had a way of conquering clothing.

The sight of a gorgeous, voluptuous redhead like Holly rubbing the sticky white liquid onto her big, heaving tits was enough to make most men cum instantly, and her own sons weren't immune.

Holly's youngest son was bright red with embarrassment, and he was standing awkwardly as he tried to hide and impressive nine inch bulge in his shorts. Micah was a cute, but somewhat feminine looking boy, with an adorable face, sandy blonde hair, and that scruffy sort of look you'd might imagine Peter Pan having. In the eyes of most girls, older women, and homsexeals Micah was simply mouthwatering, but he felt like nothing compared to his brother. 

Max Body was a stud. Max Body was a lady-killer. More than that, Max Body was too related to pussy in the same way that the A-bomb was related to Hiroshima. Tall, handsome, lean like an olympic swimmer, stacked with the abdominals of a Greek god, and a cock that made jackhammers look gentle. Ever since Max had turned twenty he had started mumbling about going into porn like mom, but Holly wouldn't have it. "Why would anyone pay you for something you're doing for free," Holly would complain every time she caught Max fucking some poor cheerleader senseless (and probably ruining her career by nearly crippling her). 

"You know what mom, there is one spot I missed," Max smirked as he pulled down the front of his shorts and let his huge sledgehammer flop out. Even semi-flaccid Max's cock towered over most others, and it was so thick that his foreskin never completely covered his bulbous helmet. "The funny thing is, the more I rub this spot, the more sunblock shoots out."

Holly rolled her eyes and then slapped her hand right up into Max's balls, making him laugh but also hop in pain. "Holy shit, you cheeky son of a bitch," (Holly said, referring to herself as the bitch). "Put that fucking thing away before you poke someone's eye out. Jesus. Peter and Shelby are bringing their daughters along for fuck's sake. None of them have probably ever seen a penis so big before, you'll give them nightmares."

"Whatever. Peter's a fucking porn director. I bet his daughters are total sluts," Max said with a tinge of hope; hope that they would be, and he'd be getting some tight teenage pussy on this boat ride. Max hadn't gone a single weekend without pussy in almost a year, and just the thought of forty eight hours of celibacy made his giant balls blue.

"I promise to behave," Micah said, sounding exactly like the obedient little momma's boy he was.

"Of course you will, my little angel," Holly said kissing her son on his forehead, and inevitable shoving her massive breasts into his face. 

Micah was in titty-heaven. He could feel his mother's hard, erect nipples poking into his cheeks. he nearly came on the spot. 

"Oh look!" Holly said. "I see Shelby's car!"

#

"I can't believe I let Holly talk me into this," Shelby Goodlove said as she parked her van.

"Relax mom, it'll be fun," her oldest daughter Roxanne said.

"Yeah! I'm so excited to meet Aunt Holly again, and our cousins!" her youngest daughter Bebe almost squealed.

Shelby was an attractive woman (although she didn't realize it, she was the favorite fantasy of every boy in town), but she'd gotten use to the boring, sexless life of a suburban housewife, her only thrills coming from shitty romance novels and her worn-down vibrator. She was a woman with goddess-like curves and huge, motherly breasts, just like her sister Holly, but Shelby's face was a little humbler, and her brown hair was cut simple and short. 

Shelby wore a conservative one-piece that she had hoped would cover her up, but as always her body had a way of swallowing clothes, and the one-piece shrunk into a slutty leotard on her. The back was eaten by her ass until it became an 'almost' thong, and her tits spilled out of the top like she was trying to show them off (which she swore she wasn't, despite what the other mothers in the neighborhood thought of her). 

Shelby's daughters were equally lovely, although they had both lived sheltered enough lives that their beauty hadn't mattered much. Roxanne was tall, thin, fit, well endowed, and had a very genuine rock-n-roll hippie vibe about her, especially with her mismatched bikini that had a red top and a black bottom. Shelby loved how supportive and kind Roxanne was, although she didn't approve of the way Roxy's room smelled more and more like marijuana.

Bebe was as cute as a button and as perky as a shot of cocaine right up the anus. Her big eyes and baby-doll face made her look much younger than she actually way (she had turned eighteen a while ago) but the rest of her body was right on schedule, and her tits were filling up so fast she was beginning to stretch out her shirts. The pink one-piece swimsuit she was wearing highlighted this problem, as it looked like melted wax over her swelling young breasts, and allowed her nipples to stand out in perverse detail. 

"You know that Aunt Holly's boyfriend is the one who owns this boat, right?" Shelby Goodlove asked her daughters. 

"Uh, yeah. He's bonkers rich, right?" Roxay asked, smiling casually. 

"And . . . do you know what he does?" Shelby asked, biting her lip. 

"He makes naughty movies with Aunt Holly," Bebe chirped, completely unembarrassed by the knowledge that her aunt was a world famous pornstar, not to mention one that had a reputation for being the nastiest, hardest slut in the industry. The name "Holly Body" was slowly becoming synonymous with ultra-hardcore sex in the same way that "Little Debbie" was synonymous with snack-cakes. 

Shelby took a deep breath and sighed. "Well. Let's go do this."

#

The three families converged at the pier and Holly nearly knocked Shelby over she was so excited to hug her. Their big, mammoth breasts rolled over each other, and the friction caused by their nipples was enough to displace Holly's top, causing her breasts to pop out. Shelby was incredibly embarrassed by this (literally everyone was watching) but Holly just shrugged it off and laughed. Of course, Holly was used to being naked in front of people. She was also used to having sex in front of people, and sucking cock in front of people, and eating pussy, and getting gang-banged, and all kinds of hardcore shit.

Holly was excited to see Shelby because up until a few months ago the two sisters hadn't spoken in nearly ten years. Shelby had never approved of her little sister getting into porn (which had been twenty years ago), and after that they just slowly drifted apart. Shelby only reached out to Holly because recently her marriage had become stale, and she wanted to find some sort of comfort in her remaining family. Holly had been so happy she cried, and she spent a week fucking Peter's brains out, because Holly got super horny when she was happy (as opposed to just being regularly horny the rest of the time).

Peter had suggested that they all take a trip on his yacht together, one big happy family, and celebrate Holly's 38th birthday which was this weekend. He was very glad he came up with this idea, because Holly had been so happy that she was fucking on a level he hadn't experienced before, and his twisted mind was already considering the possibility of a threeway with Holly and her sister Shelby. 

Peter thought Shelby was hot, especially since she was forbidden fruit (being married). Something about noticing a wedding ring on a woman's finger while she stipped for him or sucked his cock just made him so much harder. 

Peter also noticed Shelby's daughters as well. Roxanne was lovely (despite being a little bit of a dirty hippie) and she looked laid back as all heck. He could already imagine smoking a joint with her and getting a casual handjob from this cool rock-n-roll babe.

The sight of Bebe was bringing out his "old lecher" personality, and he just thanked God she was eighteen, because a girl with that kind of baby-face and bubble-breasts could have been any age from fourteen to twenty-one. In Peter's eyes, Bebe was pure sex-candy, and the way her little body was blossoming just screamed "FUCK ME!" Her cherry was calling out to him, begging to get popped. Little princesses like this needed a big, strong father-figure to be their first, otherwise they might grow up insecure . . . at least that's what Peter told himself.

Roxanne and Bebe had only met their cousins Max and Micah once before, and they were happy to get a chance to know them better. Roxanne couldn't help but notice how cute her cousins both were, and she felt a little weird feeling her clit stiffen at the sight of them. Max especially (he looked like something out of a teenager's wet-dream) but Micah was so cute that Roxanne almost wanted to tackle him. 

Bebe had eyes only for her Aunt Holly though. Her huge tits, her wide hips, her narrow waist, and her big, juicy ass. Aunt Holly had all the assets that Bebe secretly admired about her mother, but unlike Shelby, Holly wasn't shy about flaunting her sex-appeal. Bebe's little heart was fluttering, her nipples perked up, and her pussy was actually getting wet. It was a secret, but Bebe had discovered her Aunt Holly online shortly after she turned eighteen, and Bebe had spent that last several months fingering her little virgin pussy silly while watching her Aunt's movies. Holly had become her role model, her secret goddess, and Bebe wanted to become her. She just hoped her mom didn't find out. 

Micah's heart was fluttering just as much as Bebe's was, but it had nothing to do with his pornstar mother, his hot aunt, or even the sexy twins in their microscopic bikinis. Micah was practically drooling over Roxanne, his own cousin, the girl of his wildest dreams. She was everything he had ever wanted in a girl. She was cool, attractive, didn't wear makeup or dress like a slut. She obviously listened to cool music and went to fun shows. She was just . . . fucking cool . . . and Micah didn't care that he was falling dangerously in love with her.

Max was smirking like an arrogant prince. He'd been worrying that this trip was going to be boring, and that'd he'd have to masterbate three times a day just to satisfy his sex-drive, but he was finding himself surrounded by some truly top-shelf pussy. His cousin Roxanne was hot and obviously down to fuck, and Bebe looked like something from a hentai with the words "RAPE ME" hovering over her adorable little head. Max didn't care that he was his cousins. The concept of "taboo" barely existed in his hot, hyper-sexualized, macho skull. 

But what really got Max's gigantic engine going was the two sluts giggling and smiling at him. Twins. Jewel Stone and Gem Stone. Even their names were slutty. Max had fucked a lot, A LOT, of girls in his relatively young sexual career, but these two were something else. Max had crippled cheerleaders, fucked the brains out of cure nerd girls, stolen his friends' girlfriends, porked his friends' moms, banged most of his teachers, toured the housewives of his neighborhood, and even fucked a couple senior citizens, but these two girls . . . these two sluts . . . it was as if God had made them specifically for Max. Two hot, sexy, genuine Barbie dolls were everything his testosterone saturated mind wanted in a slut. One of them would have been perfect, TWO of them was beyond description.

The three families exchanged some small talk and introduced themselves, and all of them were hiding the sexual thoughts behind their friendly smiles. Even Shelby couldn't help but look down at Peter's crotch, and imagine what it must feel like to be Holly, getting fucked every day by his big, strong, million-dollar cock. Shelby had secretly seen a few of her sister's movies, and when Peter came on screen with that beautiful penis of his, Shelby would masterbate furiosly and barely last a minute before cumming so hard she had to bite her pillow to not wake up the neighborhood with her desperate screams. 

"So, is everyone ready for the next week?" Peter asked. "Say goodbye to Miami and hello Bahamas. Hello Cancún. Hello Jamaica. Aruba! Bermuda! Bahama! Where ever we feel like! Kokomo even!"

"Kokomo isn't a real place, Daddy," Gem corrected, rolling her eyes (she was the smarter of the two twins).

"Whatever," Peter laughed, giving his daughter a hard spank on her perky butt. "We'll have fun!"

"Yeah . . . yeah! Alright!" Shelby said, shrugging off her worries and letting herself get excited for once.


Circe's Island



"The Tropic of Capricorn is an amazing yacht," Peter said, "but it might be a little cramped for nine people. We'll be getting pretty cozy on the nights we spend on the boat. Shelby, Holly, and I will have to share the cabin. The bed's big enough for three people, trust me," (speaking from experience, he had once fucked four different women on that bed at the same time). "The kids will have to camp out in the living room, but there's a futon, two couches, and the floor is carpeted, so everything should work out."

"I don't mind sleeping on the floor," Micah said. "It'll be like a slumber party."

"Me neither. I'm down for whatever," Max said, although he was already promising himself that'd he'd be sleeping wherever Peter's daughters were. 

"Great!" Holly was so happy and excited that she was almost in tears. "Let's go!"

#

The first day at sea went perfectly. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool, the wind was gentle. The Tropic of Capricorn glided out of Miami like a dream and drifted into the warm fantasy of the Caribbean Sea. 

To everyone's surprise the three families actually found themselves getting along a lot better than any of them would have expected. Shelbie had a couple margaritas and loosed up so much that it didn't even bother her when Holly took her bikini off so she could sunbathe in the nude. Peter had obviously seen every inch of Holly already, her sons were remarkably well adjusted for having a Queen of Hardcore as their mom, and the rest of them were girls (of course, Shelby didn't notice the way her youngest daughter Bebe was drooling over her Aunt). 

Jewel and Gem stretched out in the sun side by side, laying down on their towels to tan their backs. Both of them had undone their tops by now to avoid tan-lines, and although their bikinis were the skimpiest little things imaginable, they took great care not to let the boys see their nipples. It wasn't that they were shy (obviously) but they knew how powerful the 'mystery' of the female body was over boys, and they wanted to make sure to keep Max on the edge of suspense. If they offered up everything too quickly a stud like him would probably get bored, and they definitely didn't want that. 

The three men stood at the end of the boat fishing, each of them wearing nothing but their swimsuits. For Max and Micah, this meant their board-shorts, but for Peter this meant is super tight and revealing speedo. The muscular hunk looked like a god as he cast his reel into the sea, his tan body glistening with sweat, his firm buttcoks visibly flexing, and his crotch swelling with the conspicuous bulk of his tremendous, world-famous cock.

It was actually a little ludicrous for a man like Peter Stone to wear such a small speedo, considering the legendary size of his equipment, but Peter liked to show off for Holly, and he wanted to make sure that any new women he came across understood the score. 

Max kept sneaking glances at Peter's crotch an admired the way his mother's boyfriend flaunted his manhood. Max had never been shy about his own body, but now he was beginning to realize that he should be wearing a tight speedo as well, one that could really highlight his third-leg. He told himself he'd buy a speedo at the next port the landed in, and he'd test it out on Peter's horny daughters. 

"Oh wow! I think I've caught one!" Micah exclaimed, his fishing-reel snapping with a bite. 

Micah looked adorable trying to reel his catch in, and although his young body was flexing with muscle, he wasn't quite strong enough to pull it in himself. Peter got behind him, and with his herculean strength, easily helped the younger man to pull the fish out of the sea, splashing them both down with a wave of Jewel water. 

"God . . . your boyfriend is so . . .," Shelby whispered to her sister, and then trailed off. 

"Sexy?" Holly asked with a big smile on her face. 

Shelby blushed. "Yeah."

Micah held up the fish Peter helped him catch and he was amazed by the size of it. It was half his full body length, and heavy. 

"Good catch, kid," Peter said, slapping Micah on the back. "Looks like we have something special for dinner."

Micah's moment of glory was ruined a little by his brother Max, who just a moment later reeled in his own fish, all by himself, and when he pulled it from the sea the monster was more than twice the size of Micah's. 

"Holy shit! It's huge!' Roxanne praised, and all the girls giggled, immediately thinking about Max's huge crotch. 

Micah couldn't miss the obvious symbolism of his average fish being compared to the behemoth that Max had, but he wasn't gloomy for long. Roxanne came over and gave Micah a kiss on the cheek, and after that everyone was too busy talking about how hungry they were to be bothered by phallic symbolism. 

#

Peter and Shelby joined forces to cook dinner (Holly could barely prepare a bowl of cereal without starting a fire) and the result was a masterpiece that left everyone full and satisfied. Holly had never put her bikini back on and she went through the entire dinner with nothing but a smile on her face, but even that wasn't enough to bother the normally reserved and prudish Shelby.

"You kids alright in here," Peter asked as the six young adults settled down into their sleeping bags. 

Jewel and Gem each took one of the sofas, Roxanne and Bebe shared the bed, and Max and 

Micah slept on the floor. 

"Oh my God, dad, we're like, totally fine," Jewel said, hopping onto her sofa.

"Yeah. Goodnight Mr. Stone," Bebe said sweetly. 

"You can call me Peter, Bebe," Peter chuckled, momentarily imagining what Bebe's adorable face would look like trying to suck on his huge cock. 

Peter stone gave himself one lecherous moment to look around the room and appreciate all the young, firm, hormone-saturated bodies filling the room, remembering what it had been like for him over twenty years ago when he first got into porn. 

Bebe was wearing a nightgown as her pajamas, and although the old-fashioned garment should have looked modest, it was now a few sizes too small for her developing body. Her breasts swelled in the flat dress, lifting the skirt up so high that her bottom of her adorable ass was left just as little exposed. Her sister Roxanne wasn't dressed in much more, wearing a ripped up t-shirt that had belonged to one of her boyfriends (with no bra underneath) and a skintight pair of shorts. 

Peter's daughters were as dolled up as ever, and he had to wonder why they spend so long dressing up just to go to bed, but the answer was obviously Max. Around a boy like that his daughters would go all out to look their best. The sexy twins were wearing matching teddies that only covered their breasts and left their toned stomachs exposed. Gem's was green (her favorite color) and Jewel's was red (although her favorite color was purple, it wasn't fashionable right now). Their bottoms lacy little thongs that left her firm buttocks bare, and since it looked like they'd both be sleeping on top of their sleeping-bags (it was very warm), all Max or Micah had to do to get a good look was lean up a little from the floor. 

Max and Micah wore nothing but their underwear. For Max, this was an vastly inadequate pair of boxers that couldn't contain his mammoth meat even when he was flaccid (which he wasn't at the moment, thanks to the twins) so he had to carry a pillow in front of him to even try hiding his towering tent-pole. Micah wore briefs (the tighty-whitey kind) that he now realized made him look childish, and he felt embarrassed about this, but he didn't notice the way the girls were looking at his tight little ass.

"Well, goodnight kids," Peter said, turning off the light and going into the cabin where Holly and Shelby were settling in. 

The six youngsters were quiet for only a minute before they all started whispering and giggling to each other. Most of them had never spent the night on a boat before, and Bebe was a little scared, but Roxanne hugged her to calm her down, and Max gave Micah a playful punch in the arm to make him feel tough. 

Suddenly there was a flash of light. Jewel was holding a flashlight.

"Hey, you guys want to tell ghost stories?" Jewel asked, giggling. 

"Yeah!" everyone agreed, except for Bebe, who whispered "no" so timidly that no one heard her.

Jewel began a ghost story about a haunted lifeguard house (or something like that) on a haunted nude beach. Most of the story had nothing to do with ghosts, and Jewel spent quite a bit of time detailing how sexy the lifeguards were, including a gorgeous blonde (who was much like herself) and a handsome stud (who was much like Max), and how much they had sex.

From the way the moonlight was reflecting off of Jewel's ass, it was obvious that she was wiggling around a lot, and everyone except for Micah and Bebe understood that she was masterbating as she told her very erotic ghost story. 

Feeling emboldened (and as hard as rock) Micah slipped his boxers down, let his sledgehammer stand up at full mast, and began to casually stroke his thick meat. It was so dark that no one could really see what he was doing, but all of the girls other than Bebe recognized the familiar sound of a hand stroking a cock (they'd all given their fair share of handjobs) and Roxsanne could at least make out the shadow of Max holding something huge up from his waist. 

Something really huge. 

Something too big to be a penis, she was sure.

#

Holly and Shelby were sitting on Peter's massive bed, giggling and sipping white wine, both exhausted from a long and happy day. Holly was as naked as ever, but she had washed off and rubbed her body down with moisturizing lotion, which left her sparkling ertoically like a golden statue. Shelby's pajamas were rather boring, being a big baggy t-shirt and a loose pair of jogging shorts, but Shelby's body would not be denied. Her nipples were fully erect, and they stood out starkly from the smooth domes of her chest. Every time she moved, even a little, the material of the shorts rode up, revealing more of her smooth, strong legs. 

Peter walked in with the swagger of a lion . . . stark naked. 

Shelby had been staring over him lustfully all day, admiring his big, hairy chest and huge biceps, but the shock of finally seeing his huge, legendary, phallus in all its glory left her feeling gobsmacked. 

"You seem like a cool chick, Shelby," Peter said, which coming from him was about as good a compliment as any girl could get. "I don't want to make you feel awkward, but this boner's been killing me all day, and if I know my bitch, she's aching for a good fuck."

"Oh . . . you know your bitch too well," Holly moaned, spreading her legs to reveal an engorged clit literally twitching with need. "Sis, I know this is a little weird, but right now the only thing I want for my birthday is a my man's big, hard cock. Besides, it won't be the first time I've had sex with you in the room."

Shelby groaned a little awkwardly. When she was twenty and Holly was eighteen they still shared a room (they were poor, and Shelby attended the local community college). Shelby was in the room when Holly lost her virginity after prom to a cute baseball player, and Shelby let one of Holly's friends go to third-base with her.

Shelby looked at her sister laying back with her legs spread open, her big breasts jiggling with hot labored breathes, and she looked at Peter, standing there with a painfully stiff cock, and she knew that she had no right to come between these two clashing titans. This was going to happen, the most she could do was relax and enjoy the show. 

Shelby scootched to the edge of the large bed, and in a moment of uncharacteristic exhibitionaism she pulled her bagg t-shirt off, exposing her swelling breasts, and she slid her shorts down to her ankles. She leaned back and spread her own legs, gently patting her pussy, as if she were letting it know that it was alright for it to start getting swollen and wet, easing the tigress out of her cage. 

"Go for it," Shelby said, biting her lip as she smiled. 

Holly giggled happily and crawled over to her stud. She took his broom-handle in both hands and shoved it into her throat, immediately plunging to a depth that would have made most girls gag. Peter still grabbed Holly's head and twisted her lovely red hair in his gnarled fists, knowing that his bitch liked it as rough as he did, and soon she was getting skull-fucked so hard that her throat made a "gluck, gluck, gluck" sound with every punch to her esophagus.

Shelby couldn't take her eyes off of them, and her fingers soon struck oil in her pussy. Her gently petting quickly escalated into all-out finger-fuck masterbation, and she gazed with rapt attention at the way Peter's broad chest began to drip with sweat. 

Peter loved the way Holly's ass wiggled when she throat-fucked his cock, but he kept finding himself looking up at Shelby, fixating on her big motherly chest, and her wet, hairy pussy.

Peter knew he had to fuck her. Her pussy was too ripe, her body was too tempting. The idea of seducing and corrupting this sexy housewife made him so hard he felt like a teenager again. He just needed a way to make her want it, and for Holly to be cool with it. No problem. He had all week to figure that out. 

#

The kids took turns telling little scary stories, and each one became more perverse and explicitly pornographic than the one before. Even Roxanne told a story about a bitchy cheerleader who got her brains fucked out by the ghost of a dead football player, but it was Jewel and Gem who kept upping the ante, soon telling stories that were obviously from their own slutty lives, with only a few details changed.

The room was filled with the echoing, slapping sounds of masterbation. Each of them were fingering, spanking, or flogging themselves in some way, and even little Bebe was grinding against her pillow like she wanted to start a fire. The funny thing was, because it was so dark, each of them could only guess that they others were masterbating, and none of them wanted to be caught first.

When it came Max's turn to tell a story he told one about six sexy young adults, all ages between eighteen and twenty, floating on a yacht at night in the Caribbean Sea. It was pretty obvious that he was talking about them, and not just to scare them either. He took special care to mention how sexy and horny the four girls were, and how the scent of their wet pussies attracted an ancient sea-monster. The monster was a serpent; a big, long, thick, vein-covered behemoth, a leviathan, the biggest thing any of them had ever seen.

"And this is what the sea monster looked like!" Max ended his story, standing up and holding the flashlight underneath his erect cock, illuminating it for everyone to see. The sheer length of his brutal, ludicrous shaft was too much for the girls to really comprehend at first, especially in the limited light, but Max moved the flashlight around, highlighting his full size from balls to tip.

"Holy shit, bro," Micah whimpered in shock, suddenly feeling very, very inadequate despite being above average himself.

"Daaaaaaammmmmmnnn," Gem exclaimed as her eyes took a long walk over Max's fuck-bridge. 

"This is a God," Jewel cried, discovering religion in Max's body, like a very slutty Joan of Arc. 

"Wow . . . just . . . wow!" Roxanne gasped. She'd always dated boys because they were cute and chill. She had never considered cock-size to be important before, but now she was suddenly reconsidering it. She had to know what getting fucked by a cervix-breaking boy-hammer like that felt like.

"Eak!" Bebe squeaked with fear. The size and girth of Max's cockw as too much for her little virgin brain to comprehend. Despite all the porn she had watched, seeing a third-leg in person was a lot more intimidating. Bebe simply couldn't handle it, and she fainted, collapsing to the floor totally unconscious. 

"So," said Max, arrogantly stroking his epic clit-smasher. "Which of the sluts gets attacked by the sea-monster first."

#

"God yes! God yes! God fucking yes!" Holly moaned almost painfully as she was pounded into the mattress by Peter.

Peter was forty-five, but he fucked with all the urgency of a twenty year old, while maintaining the stamina and experience of an old stud. His powerful thighs slapped down on Holly's pussy, driving his big dick in and out of her gushing body like an industrial piston. Peter fucked hard, but he never lost his coordination or precision. Although his thick manhood filled Holly completely, he still made sure that it slid across her g-spot, smashed the area around her clit, but never smacked her at an angle that would hurt her.

Shelby realized this while she fingered herself, never taking her eyes off of Peter's gorgeous ass. Peter's glutes would flex a little as he drove into Holly, and Shelby saw that he was twisting his hips a little with every thrust, fucking Holly like his dickw as a corkscrew, and her pussy was a bottle of fine wine. 

"CUMMING!" Holly sobbed, holding onto her man's sweaty back as her body began to shake. 

Shelby felt her own body climaxing at the same moment as her little sister, but her orgasm wasn't anything like what Holly was being pushed through. Shelby felt tingly, lightheaded, and out of breath. Holly looked like she was being electrocuted after running an uphill marathon. 

Peter continued to gyrate against his bitch's spasming body, but he slowed his thrusts to prolong Holly's ordeal. He looked up at Shelby and smiled arrogantly, his gorgeous eyes mocking her with a flirtatious smile. He said nothing, but it was obvious what he was thinking. Peter's body-language could scream.

(You wish this was you, don't you, slut,) Shelby heard Peter saying in her mind. (You want . . . no . . . you NEED to get fucked like this, just like I'm fucking your little sister.)

(But . . . but I have a husband,) Shelby's fluttered eyes and quivering lips said. 

(Fuck your faggot husband!) Peter's strong jaw and bulging muscles yelled. (It's a husband's job to satisfy his wife, to leave he wet and exhausted, to make her cum until she falls asleep. If your husband can't do that, than I will.)

Peter slowly withdrew his cock from Holly's slain pussy. She was still squirting a little, and her cum trickled over his thick bitch-breaker until it was sopping wet. Peter stood over Holly, thrusting his huge cock over her body, and in Shelby's mind it was as if he were offering it to her, like a god offering his favored mortal a gift. In Shelby's hot, horny, frustrated mind she considered reaching up, grabbing Peter's big dick, and shoving it down her throat until she gagged on it, but Holly beat her to it. The tired, panting, happy pornstar pulled her man's iron-hard dick down to her mouth and gratefully began sucking on it. 

"You . . . you didn't cum," Holly remarked sadly, tasting only her own cum on Peter's dick. 

"Roll over," Peter commanded. "I'm taking your ass."

#

"Don't fight, girls," Max laughed smugly, sitting back against the sofa with his legs spread wide open. "There's more than enough for both of you. Shit, there's more than enough for all four girls here."

Max was naked on the sofa, his boxer's lost somewhere in the room. Gem and Jewel were kneeling before him, slobbering and sucking on his cock like starving kittens looking for milk. Jewel was topless, and she was voraciously sucking on Max's bulbous cockhead while thrusting her perky tits against his shaft. Gem was beneath her sister, shoving her whole face into Max's heavy balls, slathering them with her tongue. Gem had lost her panties had some point, and was humping Max's shin mindlessly. 

Roxanne looked on from the futon with unabashed attention, one hand up her shirt to massage her breasts, her other hand down the front of her modest panties. It didn't even occur to her that the boy she was fingering herself to was her flesh-and-blood cousin; all she saw was that hottest threeway ever, and her bisexuality meant that the Stone Twins were just as delectable a sight as Max was. 




Circe's Island



Micah looked on nervously, masterbaring slowly underneath a blanket. The light in the room was dim enough that he could see everything, but on one side was his own brother getting his cock sucked like a Sultan, and on the other was his lovely cousin fingering herself while watching his brother. Micah felt invisible, and ironically that made him self conscious. 

Bebe was still unconscious, although she wiggled in her sleep, her little brain filled with nightmares of giant, mammoth cocks impaling her from pussy to mouth. 

"Shit!" Max laughed, grabbing Jewel by her long blond hair and bouncing her head on his cock. "You sluts already have me cumming!"

Max let go of Jewel and she popped off his dick with a big, wet smile, with strand of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. Gem came up and the two sisters used all four hands to pump Max's long broom-handle until he started to laugh and groan loudly. 

"FUCK!" Max grunted, and he came. His cock erupted with long, thick, sticky ropes of cum that went flying across the room. Gem and Jewel gasped in awe at the sheer virility of Max's orgasm, and although they leaned back with open mouths and ready tongues, the first half of his ejaculation sailed over their heads.

The semen had to land somewhere, and Roxanne happened to be sitting just across from where her cousin's cock-cannon was blasting off. Max's spunk landed across her face first, slapping her awake from her fog of masterbation, and the rest landed across her t-shirt, stomach, and legs. Roxanne stopped fingering herself to assess the situation, and she was shocked by how much cum covered her body. She couldn't believe this had all come from Max, who was still popping off onto the twins' faces, since she had watched gang-bang videos where the girl was less drenched in cum than she was now. 

"Ha! Sorry about that Roxy," Max laughed, not sounding sorry at all as he let the twins suck up the rest of his copious orgams, his cock still spewing hot cum into the alternating mouths of Gem and Jewel. "The girl's at college call my dorm-room Sea World, because the first few rows are a 'splash zone.'"

"It's . . . it's fine," Roxanne gasped, not laughing at her cousin's stupid joke. She was too hot to even notice it. The feeling of Max's cum on her skin was tingling and warm, like liquid cocaine, and she stubbornly resisted the urge to scoop it onto her tongue and taste him. "I mean . . . it's not like this is the first time a guy has creamed on me," although none of her boyfriends combined could have mustered a load as big as the one Max did.

"I'm going to go clean up," Roxanne said, standing up and walking towards the doors, but making sure to take one last lingering glance at Max's big cum-pump, which was not deflating at all, probably thanks to the oral efforts of the Stone Sisters. 

Roxanne stepped right over Micah on her way out, and when he saw how damp her panties were he nearly came himself. Micah resisted though, and despite his young body's desperate urge to pop, he stuffed his erect penis back into his tighty-whities, and he followed Roxanne outside. 

#

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Holly whimpered as Peter dominated her big ass. Every thrust went so deep it knocked tears out of her eyes, and his thighs smacked her ass so hard that the cheeks rippled from the impact. Peter held Holly by her hair to keep her in place, otherwise he would have fucked her to the floor by now. Still, her breasts bounced with every gut-busting thrust, and now she was laying across Shelby's legs, and Holly's face was hovering above her big sister's hot, hairy pussy. 

Peter fucked Holly hard, mercilessly, and as if he had something to prove. He hadn't fucked her like this since the night they first met, back when she was dating a much young man, the impressively virile twenty-seven year old Bobby Magnum. It hadn't been easy, but Peter had seduced Holly into a date with him, and that night he had fucked her so hard that she forgot all about Bobby Magnum . . . and for a while even her own name. 

The only person Peter was trying to prove himself to at the moment was Shelby though. His eyes were locked onto hers as her fucked Holly into semi-retardation, and he was smirking like a hungry wolf. Shelby cowered beneath his gaze, her body dripping with sweat and quivering with lust. The impacts of Peter's thrusts into her little sister were so powerful that they shook the bed, and Shelby jiggled as if she were being fucked also. Soon she was gasping and squealing in rhythm with her sister's moans and grunts, and Shelby only had to close her eyes to imagine that it was her being pulverized into paradise by that big, strong, intimidating alpha-male.

"Grrrrr . . . Cumming!" Peter growled like a lion, popping his huge cock from Holly's ass and letting it spew it's huge load into her dilated hole, onto her quivering ass, all over her writhing back, plastering the back of her head, and a few ropes even flying far enough to land over Shelby's legs, stomach, breasts, and naked pussy. 

Peter's semen felt like hot magma, and when Shelby felt it landing on her engorged vagina she climaxed instantly. 

"Oh . . . FUCK!" Shelby moaned, biting her lip to suppress her scream, but it was no use. She shook wildly and bounced her lower body on and off the bed as if she were humping the air, and her pussy gushed like a hot geyser right into her little sister's face. 

Holly was drenched from both ends, her man ejaculating all over her back, and her sister cumming in her face, but by now she was way too exhausted to even notice. Her eyes were open but they were vacant, euphoric, and fluttering weakly. The epic pornstar was still riding out the end of her own excruciatingly mind-blowing orgasm, and when it finally ended she fell face first into Shelby's gushing cunt, totally unconscious. 

(So how about it?) Peter's billowing chest seemed to saw to Shelby as his massive cock finally deflated, but only be a few inches. (Do you want to be next?)

"I . . . I'm going to go check on the kids," Shelby's wavering voice managed to saw, although she was almost too weak to speak. 

It took the sweaty, shivering housewife almost a minute to pull her sore body out of bed. Peter hadn't even touched her, but Shelby felt like someone had royally fucked the shit out of her, and she was grateful for the way it melted the tension in her voluptuous body. She was so left so airheaded though that she almost walked out of the cabin without putting any clothes on, and Peter's semen still clinging to her breasts and legs. 

Giggling stupidly, Shelby wrapped a skimpy bathrobe around her body that did a poor job of covering her large, glistening breasts, and she stumbled toward the living room. 

#

Micah watched Roxanne as she peeled off her t-shirt and wiped her body down with it, cleaning Max's semen off of her stomach and panties, but after a minute Roxanne realized that they were soaked too, and she peeled them off as well. Roxanne was left standing in the moonlight totally naked with her messy brown hair cascading down her shoulders, and Micah lost his mind following the graceful curve of her back, legs, and ass. 

"Sorry my brother came all over you," Micah said, standing a little awkwardly to lessen the tentpole in his tighty-whities. "Max and I use to masterbate to DVDs we stole from mom together, and sometimes when he came he's spray all over the room like a fire-hose." 

Micah was standing outside with Roxanne, but the cool ocean air of the ocean did nothing to alleviate his incredible stiff erection. The cool air did stiffen Roxanne's nipples though, which stood up from her firm breasts like little rosebuds, and seeing that made Micah's erection all the worse. 

"Don't worry about it, little dude," Roxanne shrugged and laughed. "All things considered, I think it's better when boys actually get it out. Letting a beast like Max get blue-balled seems like it could be dangerous."

"Yeah . . . you have no idea," Micah laughed nervously. His brother Max got pussy everyday, and sometimes from girls who clearly hated him, but there was a pretty widely accepted understanding around town that if Max didn't get constant sexual relief he might become violent and actually rape someone. Like pagans sacrificing their virgin daughters to an angry deity, the town turned a blind eye on Max's less "consensual" conquests. 

"What about you?" Roxanne asked, sitting on the boat's edge and dipping her hand into the salty water. "I mean, it looks like you're going to cream those little boy-panties any second."

Micah blushed and wiggled trying to hide his erection, but there was no use. His penis was so stiff it hurt, and Roxanne calling his underwear "boy-panties" made him feel emasculated. 

"Come here," Roxanne said, curling her finger at him like an angry teacher beckoning a naughty student. The smile on her face was a little hard to read. To Micah, it looked a little naughty and a little nice, and he couldn't tell if she was going to hug him or play a mean prank. 

Micah couldn't resist. He stumbled over until his crotch was just a few inches from Roxanne's face. She put her hands on his slender hips and smiled up at him, her sexy mouth curved in the same confusing, naughty-or-nice expression. 

Roxanne suddenly tugged Micah's "boy-panties" down to his ankles, and she laughed when his cock sprang up and slapped her in the face. She grabbed it with one hand and she gingerly began to stroke it, using just her thumb and forefinger. Micah whimpered and worried he was going to pop on the spot, but he bit his lip and held back. His little testicles swelled painfully, his head swooned, and the spunk boiling in his body felt like it was going up into his head rather than out his cock.

"Hey! Don't hold back," Roxanne scolded, giving her virgin cousin a little spank on his ass. "You'll hurt yourself. Go ahead and let it out."

Micah felt his brain melt into hot mush, and even though it was the middle of the night, the sky suddenly exploded with kaleidoscopic colors. His cock twitched like a stick of dynamite, and his knees shook as he began to cum. He looked down with mouth agape, certain he was about to ejacualte on his cousin's beautiful, naughty, nice face, but Roxanne snickered and aimed his cock upward. 

Micah's first shot hit himself on the stomach, and the next one went high enough to smack his chin. The third fell across Roxanne's arm, and after that she pulled him closer and aimed his spitting dick over the edge of the boat, and the rest of his orgasm impregnated the ocean.

Micah was cumming so hard that he couldn't hear his own whimpers of intense relief, and the mind-sucking vacuum that the cream left behind made him feel woozy, stupid, and close to passing out. 

Micah fell into Roxanne's arms and she let his dick leave a slippery trail of semen down her breasts and stomach as her slipped to the floor. 

"Haha. You okay little dude?" Roxanne laughed, petting Micah on his head like he was a puppy. "You might not be anywhere as big as your brother, but you've got just as much spunk packed into those little balls."

Micah didn't answer. His panting face was inches above Roxanne's hot pussy, and the smell of it made his mouth water. Micah had never eaten pussy before (he had never even seen a real one this close) but he suddenly felt the need to eat Roxane's vagina like it was a jelly-stuff donut. He dove in, grinding his chin against her puffy lips, and shoving his tongue deep into her hot folds. 

"Hey! Wait! What are you . . . wow . . . WOW . . . HOLY SHIT! Mi-Mi-Mi-MICAH!!" Roxanne gasped, at first trying to push her little cousin away from her pussy, but his tongue was sending electric shock through her body that left her arms shaking. The orgasmic pleasure was so sudden and so unexpected that it almost scared her. She couldn't believe that a cute little pretty-boy like Micah could be this good at eating pussy . . . but he was . . . and before Roxanne could believe it she was cumming her brains out. 

#

"Take it, you little slut!" Max laughed, slamming his dream-wrecking cock into Jewel's pussy hard enough to make her cry. He had the slightly sluttier Stone Sister bent over the futon that Bebe was still passed out on, and he was fucking Jewel harder than any boy ever had before, which was really saying something. Jewel made a point of dating football players, wrestlers, and weightlifters. She liked it hard. She liked it rough. She liked it deep. Max was giving it to her harder, rougher, and deeper than even she thought she could handle, though, and she was left incoherently begging for Gem's help as Max fucked her silly. 

Gem wasn't coming to Jewel's help though, Max had already finished her. He had taken Gem on the floor, and that's where he left her. He had fucked her in a rather boring missionary position, but that way he could force his full length into her, and he quickly fucked her so senseless that she pissed herself with cum and passed out. She was still cumming actually, writhing unconsciously on the floor and humping the air, but she'd be up in a minute craving more, which Max was more than willing to give her. He was going to put both these girls through their paces tonight, because he planned to spend most of this vacation making the twins his personal sex-slaves, and he wanted to see what they were capable of. 

"Max! Max! Max!" Jewel repeated brainlessly as he pounded her, as if his name was a spiritual mantra.

"Max . . . Max . . . Max," Gem moaned on the floor, running her hands over her chest and pussy, revving up for another round. 

"MAX!!" Shelby screamed, walking in on her nephew fucking Jewel's brains out.

"Aunt Shelby!" Max yelled in surprise, and he accidently lost focus, slamming his cock deep into Jewel's body, triggering both of their orgasms. Jewel squealed like a mindless beast and spasmed on his cock. Max felt his cock boiling over, and he pulled out just in time to cum 'on' Jewel rather than 'in' her. 

Max was too lost in his climax to not grab his cock and pump it like a shotgun, shooting hot ropes of his semen all over Jewel on the futon, and then Gem on the floor, and one rope even striking poor Bebe across her unconscious face.

"Ha . . . sorry," Max chuckled, not really sorry at all. He used his finger to wipe the semen off of Bebe's face, and he then shoved the finger into Jewel's mouth. Even though she was barely cognizant enough to remember her own name, Jewel still sucked on the cum-covered finger like it was sweet candy. 

"I . . . I . . . I . . . ugh," Shelby rolled her eyes. Even though Max was a boy (and one with the biggest cock she'd ever seen anywhere) he reminded her completely of Holly. They had the same auburn hair, the same green eyes, the same arrogant smile, and the same overbearing aura of sexuality. 

"Hey . . . your bathrobe is falling open," Max said, pointing out that Shelby's breasts were spilling out of her sister's skimpy robe. Shelby's nipples were fully erect and exposed, and her chest still glistened with Peter's semen. 

"I . . . look . . . Max . . . you can't just . . . these poor girls . . . and y'know . . . if Holly and Peter get married they'd be your SISTERS . . . and . . . ugh," Shelby was too frustrated and aroused to fully form a single thought. She kept looking down at her nephew's cock . . his huge . . . thick . . . brutal cock . . . and just the sight of it seemed to slap any coherent thought from her brain. "Where are Micah and Roxanne."

Max shrugged. "Outside. I think Micah went to help Roxanne get me semen out of her hair or something."

Shelby's nipples twitched with frustration. "You . . . came . . . in my daughter's hair?" 

"Accidentally," Max laughed, and flashes of a twenty year old Holly filled Shelby's mind. Max was exactly like her in every way, only instead of a massive pair of tits he had that sexy skyscraper sticking up from his crotch. 

Shelby hugged the skimpy rope around her body and headed outside, stepping over Gem's naked body like she wasn't even there. Shelby slid open the sliding glass door that led to the ship's back deck, and the first thing she saw was Roxanne's breast bouncing in the moonlight. 

"I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again! Holy shit . . . Micah! You're a fucking genius! You eat pussy better than a girl!" Roxanne bleated, holding onto Micah's head with one hand and the ship's railing with the other. The slender babe was writhing and wriggling wildly, her legs shaking and breasts bouncing, her whole body losing control as a dozen orgasms hit her all at once. 

Micah was on his knees, his face so deep in Roxanne's cumming pussy that her honey was dripping off his chin, one hand on her thigh for support, and the other rapidly stroking his penis. 

"ROXY!" Shelby screamed. "Stop . . . stop . . . stop doing THAT with your cousin this instant!"

Roxanne had no words as she stared up at her mother like a deer in the headlights. Micah came up with a dripping wet face, also shocked, but he didn't stop stroking his penis until he shot his load onto Roxanne's calf. 

"What . . . what the FUCK is happening on this boat!" Shelby screamed. She rubbed her head and spun around, her little robe falling open and revealing her full body to everyone. She felt hot, frustrated, and confused. She couldn't tell if she was going to pass out or flip out. She knew she should be angry . . . at least that's what she expected of herself . . . and she knew she should punish these horny kids for the perverted things they were doing . . . but in truth the only thing she really wanted was to forget all about them, grab her nephew Max by his big cock, drag him back to the cabin, and get both her holes stuffed by Max and Peter. She wanted Peter to fuck her like he fucked Holly, and she wanted Max to fuck her like he fucked those little sluts. She wanted to get fucked. She needed to get fucked. She wanted cock. Hard, big, thick, hot cock. She wanted-

KABOOM!!

The sky exploded. The dark night was momentarily lit by an apocalyptic flash of light that nearly blinded everyone. A white bolt of lightning came down from the sky and hit the ocean, illuminating a massive black swirling cloud hugging the horizon, a cloud that was quickly coming towards the yacht. 

"Holy shit!," Shelby gasped. "A storm!" 

#

Peter sprang into action like a real man, revving the ship's engines and immediately trying to sail out of the storm's path. He tried to radio their coordinates to the Coast Guard, but the only thing that came over the speaker was pure static. Gem and Jewel surprised Shelby by how competently they helped their father navigate the ship, especially considering they'd both been nearly brain-dead minutes before. As Peter steered Gem got on the electronics and tried to get a signal, but everything was behaving strangely. The lights flickered, the radio got nothing but static, and even the compass spun around wildly, as if the North was flying around the ship at the speed of a bullet. Jewel unpacked the emergency gear, handed out life-vests, and prepped the life-raft, just in case.

"This is insane!" Peter yelled, steering the ship without the aide of the electronics. "I've never seen a storm like this! It's like the clouds are just following us!"

The winds picked up enough to splash waves onto the boat, but they never got worse than that, and the visible edge of the storm indeed held back, almost intentionally, forcing Peter to direct the ship in the way a sheepdog would cattle. 

"An island!" Micah yelled, who was wearing nothing but his life-vest and tighty-whitie. "There's an island."

"That's impossible," Gem said, analysing the map. "It should be nothing but empty ocean for fifty miles in every direction!"

But there it was. Micah wasn't hallucinating. A small island with a single, tall peak loomed above the horizon, haloed by the rising sun. The Tropic of Capricorn was almost upon it, and yet no one had seen the island even a minute before. It was as if the entire mass of land had sprung up from the sea, just for them, or been hidden by an invisible fold in the sky. 




Circe's Island



"The storm . . . it isn't following us here," Peter said, finally admitting to himself that the storm was chasing them, even though that was impossible. 

The churning clouds of the tiny hurricane seemed to hold back, satisfied that the little boat had found the island, but against all laws of nature the hurricane didn't dissipate either. It simply held back, floating aloft like a massive black dog, waiting to attack at its master's order. 

"Is that a mansion?" Holly almost whispered, straining her eyes to see a rather massive complex that filled most of the island's shore. There was a rather large building with many windows atop a cliff, with some smaller units dotting the shore, all of it connected by verandas. The mansion was a strange, unidentifiable style, looking like an odd melding of Spanish, French, and South American styles. 

"Maybe there's someone there who can help us," Shelby wondered aloud, biting her lip and hugging her daughter's nervously.

"Maybe," Peter shrugged, trying to hide his fear as he looked at compass again, and found it pointing towards the island, even though from the direction of the rising sun is was clear that the island was East, not North of their location.

"Holy shit," Holly gasped. "I just realized something."

"What?" Shelby asked. 

"We . . . we're technically in the Bermuda Triangle, aren't we." 

Peter didn't answer, but he didn't have to. Holly was right. 

#

Hours passed, the sun rose high and hot, and passenger aboard the Tropic of Capricorn could make out almost every detail of the massive mansion seemingly built into the mountainside of the little island. It looked far too big to be a house, but just small enough to not be a commercial resort. There was a small pier but no boats, and although the property looked well maintained there were no people present. 

Peter gently guided the yacht into a rather ideal little cove next to the mansion and made anchor. The cove was obviously used for this, as a section of the pier led into it, and there was a shack built into the cliff face with ropes, poles, and life-savers hanging from its walls. 

The whole crew stood at the rear of the ship looking for any signs of life, and if there had been, they probably would have been aroused by the enticing sight of the six people aboard. Peter was wearing a pair of old shorts, gloves, and nothing else, allowing his bulky chest and muscles to gleam in the sun like a bronze statue. Holly was in her skimpy bikini as before, but she did put on a tiny pair of shorts that didn't do much to cover her voluptuous ass. The Stone Sisters were almost fully dressed, wearing tank-tops and shorts, but the shorts were smaller than briefs, and the tank-tops left almost all of their midsections bear. The rest were in the same swimsuits as before, but Micah was wearing a t-shirt, and shelby had on a blouse, which did little to hide her large erect nipples.

"I don't see anyone," Holly said, shrugging.

"Well the resort-mansion-hotel thing must have some sort of staff. The place looks perfect," Shelby said. 

"Let's go ashore and look around. Can't hurt," Peter said, trying not to seem worried. He wanted to put up a strong front for the others, but there was no denying how strange things were. The unnatural storm, the uncharted island, and now an abandoned mansion. Peter had never believed in spooky stuff before, but now he half expected to see a ghost or something pop up in one of the windows. 

"Holly, Shelby, and Bebe. I'll take you three ashore first on the motor-boat. I'll come back for the rest of you."

"Yeah! Field-trip!" Bebe giggled girlishly and lept into her mother's large breasts. Shelby patted her youngest daughter on the head and forced a smile, wishing that she could be as naive and innocent as Bebe was. 

The adults and Bebe loaded in and sped off, making landfall a moment later, and then disappearing around the cliff-wall that surrounded the cove. They weren't out of sight more than a second before Max pulled his speedo down and let his big elephant-trunk swing free. He jerked it in one hand and smirked arrogantly at the girls, not just Gem and Jewel, but Roxanne as well. 

"So, one of you girls down for a quicky before Mr. Stone gets back?" Max asked. 

"ME! I am!" Gem and Jewel exclaimed in unison. 

Roxanne opened her mouth to say something, but caught herself and looked away coyly, smiling from ear to ear. 

"Sorry girls. I'd fuck you both, but I don't think we have time for that," Max laughed. 

The Stone Sister hissed at each other like alleycats fighting over a scrap of meat, and without saying anything the quickly played a game of rock-paper-scissors.

"Rock! I win!" Jewel squeaked, smashing her sister's scissors. "Sorry sis. Better luck next time." Jewel literally skipped over to Max, kissed him, grabbed his cock, and led him inside for a quick fuck. 

Gem pouted and sat down on the bench, staring through the glass at his sister kneeling down to give Max's big pussy-plunger a quick blowjob. Max was holding Jewel by her head, thrusting his massive trunk in and out of the slut's throat, getting it nice and wet for Jewel's tight pussy. 

"Y'know," Roxanne said, swaggering next to Gem and sitting so close that their breasts touched. "I know shit is crazy right now, but I'm still a little surprised your dad wasn't made at you two for fucking Max. If my dad or mom caught me getting my brains fucked out in the next room they'd be pissed."

Gem shrugged. "Daddy is very . . . libertarian. I mean, he's been in porn since before we were born, and I don't remember a time when I didn't understand what he did. I actually got in trouble in kindergarten when I told my class that my daddy fucked mommies for a living. He actually was pretty strict with us growing up. No drugs, no boys, no dropping out until we were at least eighteen, which I was good about, but Jewel . . . she's been going hard since junior high."

"You two are actually pretty different, aren't you?" Roxanne said, unconsciously letting a hand fall on Gem's leg. 

Gem smiled. "It normally takes people years to notice that, yeah. Jewel . . . I think she's like our mom . . . although she died when we were young. She's wild and free-spirited. She goes through boyfriends faster than I can keep up with, and she goes to way more parties than I do. I don't want to brag, but I think I'm the smart one. It's pretty obvious that Jewel is going to start working for Daddy at the studio, and pretty soon she's going to be a world famous pornstar."

"Not you?" Roxanne asked, leaning in close and brushing some of Gem' short blonde hair out of her face. "I mean . . . you're so fucking hot."

"I got into MIT, so . . .," Gem trailed off as she looked into Roxanne's eyes. For such a smart girl she hadn't really noticed the sexual tension building between them, not until it was ready to burst. 

Roxanne kissed Gem, just lightly brushing their puffy lips together. Gem responded by trying to shove her tongue down Roxanne's throat. Gem moaned deep in body and clumsily wrapped her arms around Roxanne's neck, hugging her so tight that their breasts had to fight for space. Roxanne laughed into Gem's mouth, and then took control. One hand snuck its way up Gem's shirt and began playing with her breasts, while the other snuck down her shorts and found her pussy warm, wet, and willing to let a few fingers in. 

Over the sound of Roxanne's and Gem's lip-smacking, the air filled with the flagrant sound of Max's thighs spanking Jewel's tight ass. The young stud has his slut bent over a table, and she was hanging on for dear life as he fucked the daylights out of her. thrusting into her pussy with such brutal power that it seemed to be rocking the boat more than the gentle tide was. Jewel began to scream as she climaxed, and Max had to stuff her own tank-top into her mouth to shut her up. 

Poor Micah was left sitting alone, the odd-man out in this otherwise sexy situation. He sat across from where Gem and Roxanne (his crush) were losing themselves in sapphic delight, and he could clearly see his brother's muscular back through the glass as he pistoned Jewel into a hot mess.

Micah wanted to at least tug his shorts down and alleviate the painful erection in his shorts, but that seemed just a little too pathetic, so he resisted. He looked to the shore, hoping to see Peter coming back for them, but the boat was left unattended. Peter and the others were nowhere to be seen. 

"Where are those guys?" Micah grumbled, trying to ignore the the six-inch woody threatening to snap his shorts open. 

Micah looked along the beach again . . . and he saw something. Something amazing! It was a woman, a beautiful woman, a voluptuous woman, an almost disgustingly erotic woman. She wasn't tall, but she stood with perfect posture, and her humongous breasts seemed to defy gravity with their immense heft. Her skin was the color of milk-chocolate, and it gleamed in the sun like polished metal, making it seem almost black. Her hair was long, curly, black, and filled with colorful flowers. She wasn't naked, but what little she wore did nothing to cover her dark brown nipples and trimmed pubic region. She was muscular as well, with well defined abs, but something about her wide hips and easy swagger told Micah that she was a lazy hedonist, and the power in her body was a miracle of nature.

The fight of the chocolate goddess made Micah want to cry. Suddenly his blood was boiling and his mouth was watering. He lost all track of conscious thought. He became like an animal, reduced to nothing but the primordial urges to fight, feed, and fuck. His erect penis began to froth with pre-cum, and the little muscles in his fit body stood out like they were being electrocuted. 

Micah turned back to where Gem and Roxanne were kissing . . . and something change again. 

Suddenly Micah was himself again. The sexual rage that filled him moments before was gone, and he was left panting and dripping with sweat, as if he had just run a marathon on a hot day. He was exhausted, and the front of his shorts were sticky with so much pre-cum it looked like he had already ejaculated. 

All memory of the chocolate goddess was gone . . . simply gone . . . he forgot her . . . like a dream. 

"Micah, sweetie, are you okay?" Roxanne asked, finally noticing her little cousin. "You look . . . frustrated."

Micah was frustrated. His older brother was wrecking another hot girl just feet away, and the love of his life (his cousin) was stripping another girl naked and fingering her. Micah tried to talk, but all that came out was a whimper. He couldn't remember the goddess, so he didn't understand why he felt so tired. 

Roxanne whispered into Gem's ear, and the lovely blonde giggled naughtily. Gem stood up and shrugged off her shorts, rendering her fully naked, and she sauntered over to Micah, strutting her stuff just as wickedly as her sister could, bringing the little boy to full erectness again. Gem leaned in, kissed him, pushed her tongue into his mouth, and let him taste Roxanne's lips on her own. Gem then laughed as she tugged Micah's shorts down and found his cock already wet. Six thick inches was actually a decent size, especially for a petite pretty-boy like Micah, but compared to titans like Peter and Max he did look a little small. 

"So tell me, cutie," Gem said, stroking Micah's sticky cock, "have you ever gotten a blowjob before?"

He hadn't . . . Gem could tell . . . but she fixed that. Gem wasn't as a devoted a cock-worshipper as her sister was, but to Micah she was the grand-master of dick-sucking, and he was cumming all over her face within ten seconds flat. 

#

"Peter, shouldn't you go get the kids?" Shelby asked, looking over her shoulder at Peter. 

Peter stone was standing on the beach, taking in the sheer beauty of his surroundings. The warm crystal blue water, the bright blue sky that kissed the edge of the unnatural storm, the dormant volcano rising above the, the swaying trees, and the mansion itself . . . for the first time Peter was getting an erection just from the scenery. 

"Um . . . yeah," Peter said absently. 

Peter kept looking around for something, and he kept getting the impression that he wasn't alone on the beach. Something was dancing at the edge of his vision, and when he saw it, he was sure that he was looking at the most erotic woman he had even seen. Chocolate skin, black hair, dark nipples, but every time the goddess moved out of his vision he forgot her, and he was left with nothing but a deep, sexual longing. 

"Let's look around first," Peter said, desperate to find the phantom he kept forgetting.

Peter was about to follow Shelby inside the main building and look for an attendant, maid, bellboy, or whatever, but he got distracted by the succulent little shape of Bebe as she played at the water's edge. Peter wouldn't have known it (because he couldn't) but the bubbly little girl was being haunted by the same erotic phantom that he was. Bebe was a virgin, but she was no stranger to the hot, wild urges of her body. She understood she was horny, and she didn't wonder why. Her hormones had been boiling out of control for the last several months, making her breasts swell like ripe peaches, and her buttocks perk up in the shape of a heart. Her mons-pubis was so puffy and swollen that it looked like she had something stuffed into her tight swimsuit, and her fingers were fidgeting at the edge of her thighs, tempted to finger herself right there on the beach. 

"Who want to fuck her, don't you, stud?" Holly whispered in her lover's ear, grabbing his crotch and giving his hard club and nice squeeze. "You want to fuck the shit out of my little niece."

Peter just grunted in response. His hard cock was answer enough. Holly kissed him, and pulled his gaze away from the pubescent nymph playing in the water.

"Well too bad. She's off limits, okay?" Holly said, rubbing his hard chest, and playing with his stiff nipples. "She might be eighteen, but she's barely five feet tall, and I bet she doesn't weigh more than ninety pounds. She's also a virgin. I can tell." 

"You're just making me want to fuck her more," Peter whispered, squeezing Holly's big, wonderful ass, but letting his eyes wander back to Bebe's adorable little postier. 

"You'd be way, WAY too much for her," Holly said a little more sternly. "You'd split her in half like a piece of wood. So . . . don't . . . touch. If you need to fuck something I'm right here, and in case you haven't noticed, my sister Shelby is soaking wet. She needs to get fucked bad, and I'm giving you blanket permission to do whatever you can with her."

"What about her other daughter? The hippie chick?" 

"Roxanne? I wouldn't have figured her to be your type," Holly shrugged. "But sure. Whatever. Let's see how the rest of this trip goes, whether we're trapped on this island or not."

Holly gave Peter another kiss and swaggered away to explore some of the bungalows that dotted the treeline. If Peter followed her, she knew she'd fuck him on the first comfortable surface she found, but if Peter followed Shelby instead she wouldn't be bitter. Shelby needed a hard dick more than she did at the moment. 

Peter took one last look at Bebe and let his lecherous mind summon up whatever perverse thoughts it wanted, and once he was done mentally ravishing the ripe little girl, he followed Shelby into the main building. 

#

"Way to go, bro!" Max cheered, giving his shy little brother a high-five. "Your first blowjob, and from a hot babe even!"

Micah shrugged and blushed a little shyly, but he looked cute when he was embarrassed, so no one felt bad for him. Gem laughed a little as she licked the last of Micah's cum off her face, and Roxanne used a towel to clean off the rest, even kissing Gem despite her cousin's semen saturating her mouth. 

"How my sister doing?" Gem asked, playfully slapping Max's semi-flaccid cock which was soaked with Jewel's sex-honey. 

"She's . . . going to need a nap I think," Max laughed. 

The door to the inside of the boat was open, and they could all see Jewel lying chest-down on the table, her head hanging off the side, still gagged with her shirt, her legs spread wide open and twitching with post-coitus spasms. Max had really filled her up, and with every twitch some more of his thick cum oozed out of her pussy. 

"Is your dad still not back yet?" Max asked, seeing the boat on shore. 

"He probably got distracted fucking your mom again," Gem said to Max, "or maybe yours," she coyl suggested to Roxanne.

"Well the shore is barely more than fifty meters away," Roxanne said. "We can swim that easy. I'm getting bored waiting around."

"What about Jewel?" Gem asked. "I don't think she'll even be able to walk for another hour."

Max shrugged. "She'll catch up. C'mon. I want to explore this swanky place." 

Pulling his speedo back up, Max jumped off the edge of the boat and dove into the crystal clear waters, his powerful body gliding through the sea like Triton himself. Roxanne stripped off her t-shirt and down to her swimsuit. She and Gem jumped in together and swam after Max, although neither could keep up with him. Micah was a little nervous about leaving Jewel all alone, but he didn't want to be left, so he jumped in and chased after the others.

#

The inside of the main building was bright and welcoming. The hardwood floors were freshly washed, and underneath every window was a big potted plant, making the inside feel much like the outside. It had every appearance of the lobby of a ritzy resort, but there was no front desk, and the furniture was arranged in a way that implied intimate use, not the kind of thing you'd put in a public room. Everything was also . . . old. There were no televisions, phones, or intercoms, and even the lightbulbs reminded Shelby of something her grandparents would have used. 

Shelby noticed a voluptuous woman behind her, and she assumed it was her sister Holly.

"Holly, can you believe this place?" Shelby asked. "It's like something from Casablanca or . . . oh my!"

The woman standing before Shelby wasn't her sister. In fact, Shelby wasn't even sure if this woman was a human. She was erotic, powerful, and sparkled with the rich luster of a chocolate statue. She wore a sarong of gold-cloth around her waist, a belt of gold coins, and a dozens necklaces heavy with pearls and shells. Her scraps of clothing covered nothing. Her rich chocolate nipples were bare, and her pussy looked fat and juicy.

"Who . . . who are-"

"Shhhh," the chocolate woman hushed Shelby with her finger, even pushing it Shelby's mouth and pushing her tongue around. "Go upstairs . . . find a room . . . and prepare yourself for pleasure."

The woman's voice was like sugary rum. Just listening to it made Shelby's clitoris tingle. The busty housewife couldn't resist. Hypnotized, she turned around and headed for the stairs. Her vagina was so swollen that it made her walk awkwardly, but she didn't stop. Shelby followed the woman's orders, even though Shelby couldn't remember her at all. Like a ghost in a dream, Shelby was left with the woman's warm taste in her mouth, but she couldn't remember the woman herself. 

#

Peter came into the main building a moment later, and found it empty. 

"Shelby, are you-"

"Shhh, no need for words, my stallion."

Peter turned to find the chocolate goddess again. He remembered her now. He remembered seeing her outside. Suddenly she was the only thing he could remember. Everything else melted into hot, confused, sexual fog. He couldn't even remember his own name. 

"Oh my gods . . . you're so hard," the woman cooed, pushing her perfect body against his, squeezing the bulge in his pants. The feeling of her nipples against his bare chest made Peter feel like he was being injected with heroin, and the scent of her body was like cinnamon and cocaine. "Do you want to use this big club on something, stud?"




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Peter nodded. 

"Good. Go upstairs. She's waiting for you. Fuck her. Fuck her with this big, heavy club of yours. She might try to resist. Don't let her. She wants it. No . . . she NEEDS it."

Peter nodded, and headed up the stairs, knowing that he was following Shelby, but he couldn't remember why.

# 

Bebe had never seen a coconut-crab before, so she almost pissed herself with fright when she found the giant spider-like land-crab. It was bigger than her head and looked like something from a monster movie, but after she poked it with a stick and saw how slowly it crawled away she wasn't scared of it anymore. She was just bored. 

Bebe sat in the shade of a palm tree and fanned herself with a giant leaf. It was hot, and her swimsuit was so tight that she had trouble breathing. Her cute little one-piece had fit fine just a couple months ago, but her budding breasts seemed to swell a by a cup-size every week, and she had no idea why her buttocks were becoming so big and firm. The truth was that puberty was being very generous to the little girl, and within a year she's mature into the most delicious little sex-bomb in town.

For the time being though, puberty was a big pain. None of Bebe's clothes fit anymore, her nipples seemed to poke through whatever she wore, and she was horny all the time. Everyone noticed it. Her flat-chested friends gossiped behind her back, every boy she knew was dying to go out with her, and even her teachers were starting to get a little *inappropriate* with her. The worst thing at the moment though was her tight swimsuit. She could barely breath, and her pussy was so cramped it hurt. 

"Poor baby, why don't you just take it off if it hurts so bad."

Bebe squealed in shock and looked up to see . . . her. The woman. The goddess. The one from her day-dreams. Bebe suddenly remembered her. She was standing over baby like a curvy totem-pole, looking down at the little girl through her massive breasts. The smile on her face was gorgeous, but it was also a little condescending and arrogant. 

"Stand up, little girl."

Bebe did as she was told, although her knees were shaking from . . . something . . . fear . . . sexual arousal? 

"Good. Now take it off. You don't need that silly little thing. Show the gods what a delicious little girl you are."

Bebe smiled shyly and tucked at the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, but she was dizzy and clumsy, and she could barely tug the tight suit down past her breasts. 

The goddess rolled her eyes. "Here. Let me do it."

The woman grabbed the front of Bebe's suit, just above her nipples, and with surprising curtness she yanked the suit apart, ripping it from neck to crotch in one powerful pull. The elastic material of the suit tore open with a long 'zzzzzziiiiip,' and when it reached Bebe's hairless pussy the woman yanked the suit down to the girl's ankles, as if she were peeling a banana. 

"Oh . . . wonderful . . . so cute," the woman chuckled haughtily, and kissed Bebe on her flat stomach, her pink nipples, and finally on her lips. "You look thirsty, baby. Would you like some milk?"

Bebe nodded stupidly. A bit of drool escaped her puffy lips.

The woman smiled and pushed her chest into Bebe's face, guiding the little girl's puckered mouth towards one of her big chocolate nipples. The hungry, horny girl suckered onto the rough nipple with the instinct of a baby, and after a little nibbling and prodding with her tongue Bebe was rewarded with a gush of warm milk. The woman moaned deeply. She had sensitive nipples, and Bebe had a surprisingly powerful mouth. The little babe ate greedily, sucking down so much of the woman's milk that it began to drip down her chin and onto her budding chest. 

"Oh . . . baby . . . so good . . . so sweet . . . but no more . . . that's enough for now," the woman said, pushing Bebe away. Bebe resisted stubbornly and tried to get more, but the woman was firm. "Tell me, kitten. Am I the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?"

Bebe was too shy to answer. 

"It's okay, kitten. You can be honest with me."

Bebe bit her lip. "No. My . . . my Auntie Holly is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

The goddess laughed deeply. "And do you want to suck on your Auntie Holly's nipples? Do you want to do naughty, sweaty things with her?"

Bebe nodded excitedly and nearly passed out from the heat in her body. 

"Alright, kitten, alright. Let's go find your Auntie Holly. I've got a feeling she's going to feel the exact same way about you . . . at least she will . . . once I've finished with her."

The woman led Bebe by her hand, guiding the naked little girl over to the bungalows, leaving her ruined swimsuit underneath the tree.

#

Peter found that the second floor of the main building was mostly bedrooms. Big, opulent, richly adorned bedrooms fit for celebrities and kings, each of them comprised of several rooms, bathrooms, and balconies that overlooked the best parts of the island. It was strange that there weren't any electronics though. No television. No phones. No ice machine. There were power outlets though, so he just figured the electronics had been stored somewhere. 

The door to one of the bedrooms was already open, and he could hear the sound of a running shower from inside. He walked in, and found Shelby's clothes strewn about the floor. Her swimsuit was on the floor, and her blouse was casually tossed over a bed.

"Someone's making themselves at home," Peter chuckled to himself, realizing that his prey was naked. *Prey.* Had he really just thought of his lover's sister as *prey.* Maybe a little. That's how he had treated women for most of his life, and he'd always been rewarded for it. Women wanted to be chased, caught, pinned, conquered, and devoured. At least that was true about the hundreds of women he had hunted.

Shelby wanted him to hunt her as well, but she wasn't prey. She was . . . like a treasure . . . a beautiful trophy that had been lost and wasted in suburbia, and it was his duty to reclaim her. 

The door to the bathroom was open. Billowing clouds of steam poured out. Peter found himself stripping naked even before he walked in, certain of what he'd find. 

Shelby was sitting on a tiled bench in the shower, naked and dripping wet, her huge breasts glistening like polished, jiggling globes. She was panting and moaning deeply. She was gasping in erotic pain. She had detached the showerhead from the wall and was holding it between her legs, punishing her enraged pussy with a torrent of scalding hot water. She was lost in her masterbation, pushed to the edge of climax, but unable to leap off. 

Shelby didn't see Peter until his erect cock was hovering inches in front of her face. They made eye-contact, and Shelby opened her mouth.

#

"Holy shit, is this Bebe's?" Roxanne asked, finding her little sister's torn swimsuit underneath a palm tree. "Bebe! Bebe! BEBE!" Roxanne screamed, imagining that her innocent little sister had been kidnapped by pirates, and they were currently raping her. "Someone took her!"

"Roxy, relax," Micah said. "I'm sure that's not true."

"I'm not sure," Max said. "Look at the footprints. There two sets headed for the big building, and three headed towards those bungalows, one set of which is so tiny it has to be Bebe. That's five people though."

"Shit!" Gem gasped. Her father Peter, Holly, Shelby, and Bebe were only four people.

"Maybe they found someone who works here," Micah suggested. 

"So why is Bebe's swimsuit all torn up!" Roxanne yelled, now at the verge of tears. 

Max took charge and pointed towards the bungalows. "We should all go that way. If Bebe's over there we can . . .,"

Max trailed off as his senses were overcome with a sudden rush of inebriation. A deep, hot, intensely sexual euphoria flamed up in his body, and for a moment he swore that a chocolate-skinned goddess was standing in front of him, kissing him, reaching into his speedo and tugging on his cock. 

The phantom woman then went to Roxanne and stroked her hair, calming the big sister down, and the woman kissed her as well. The woman strutted by Gem and Micah, but she didn't kiss them. She wiped her finger over Gem's lips, and then pushed the same finger into Micah's mouth. She was just toying with them. 

"You . . . handsome stud," the woman whispered into Max's ear. "Why don't you take these girls into the big house and fuck them. Fuck them like you fucked that pretty blonde on the boat. Fuck them hard enough that they forget all about their fear. I bet you can do that. Don't let me down, alright, my stallion?"

Max nodded. "Let's . . . let's check out the big house first."

"Yes, sir," Gem obeyed. 

"I . . . okay," Roxanne surrendered to the urge. 

Max walked to the house in a daze, and the girls followed him attached to either arm like a threesome on their way to a dance. The didn't stop until they were inside, but the had forgotten the woman like she had never even existed at all. 

"What about me?" Micah asked, although he wasn't sure if there was anyone there at all. 

The woman bit her lip and considered the little boy. He was cute, healthy, and very pretty . . . but like a girl. The woman preferred her man big, mean, and rough, like the one upstairs. The younger stud was good fodder, but even he was too much of a *boy* for her mature tastes.

"I know," the woman said, snapping her fingers. "Go to the bungalows. Find the cute girl and her aunt. I think you'll be adequate equipped to help them. Now get your little butt moving. I have more work to do."

The woman slapped Micah on his ass and sent him running in the direction of the bungalows, instantly forgetting the woman existed at all.

# 

"Slow down, baby, slow down. You don't need to gag yourself to impress me," Peter said, holding Shelby's head while she was sucking his cock. Normally he grabbed a girl by her hair to encourage her to go deeper, or sometimes just to just skull-fuck her senseless, but Shelby enthusiasm was admirable, even if her skills were not.

Shelby popped off and coughed and bit, but she never let her lips leave the tip of Peter's salty helmet. 

"I've . . . (cough, cough) . . . never sucked on one this big before," Shelby admitted, kissing Peter's helmet and pushing her tongue against his urethra. She felt high, and something about the taste of his musky cock was wonderfully satisfying. Of the very few blowjobs she had ever given, this was the first time she had enjoyed it. 

"I hear that a lot," Peter told her, but her didn't tell her that he usually heard it from girls who were eighteen or twenty, and that he'd hear it while he was 'evaluating' them for the porn industry. More than half of them walked out without a role or so much as a penny from him, but Peter never let a piece of hot pussy strut by without giving it a good pounding. He wasn't going to let that change with Shelby. Peter couldn't remember wanting to a fuck a woman this badly in a long time, maybe not since Holly. 

"Enough foreplay," Peter said, pulling Shelby to her feet and spinning her around. He bent her over the bench and let the scalding hot water of the shower wash over her back. Peter gave her big ass a hard smack, and he was happy to find that it was the perfect balance of soft and firm. Her cheek jiggled at the strike from his palm, but her ass stayed plump and round. Peter liked it so much that he struck her a few more times. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch! Peter . . . that . . . that feels good."

Peter playfully spanked Shelby, but each hit grew harder, and soon it wasn't playful anymore. Daddy was disciplining his new bitch. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"FUCK! OH! MMMM!"

Shelby moaned and whimpered. Her legs shook and her pussy enflamed. She had never been treated this way before, man-handles like some toy, and the rush of excitement that sexual-submissives felt when captured by a true dominant swept over her. 

SMACK! SMACK!

With every strike Shelby's legs shook a little more, and she began to squat as she lost the strength to stand. Her hot vulva began to push against Peter's cock, and he responded by grabbing her waist and pushing back, slowly wedging his giant dick into her body. 

"Peter!" Shelby cried, her voice breaking from the erotic tension. "I . . . I'm not sure if we should . . . I'm married and-"

Peter didn't wait. He grabbed Shelby's waist with one hand and her neck with the other. He drove his big cock into her until his balls slapped against her clit, and then he began to fuck the neglected housewife harder than she ever had been before. He fucked her so hard that his thighs continued to spank her ass, just as his hand had, only now she was pushing back, jumping into the pain with relish. 

Peter didn't stop until Shelby had her first orgasm, and when she began to scream his name he knew that he had won her over.

#

Holly wandered into one of the tiny bungalows and found it to be empty. It was a very small little house, with a single room and a single bathroom. The only things filling the space were two cots and a full-body mirror.

Holly was feeling horny, and not the warm, sexual kind of horniess that she always felt (she was a natural hedonist after all). Holly felt tingly and playful. She felt eager to explore her body and play with it. She hadn't felt this way since she was a teenager, when she'd spend many hours every night masterbating, and fucking herself with just about anything that would fit. 

Holly slipped off her bikini and looked at herself in the mirror. She bit her lip and smiled, looking at her long auburn hair, her full breasts, her flat stomach, her narrow waist, her womanly hips, her juicy ass, and her slender legs. She was fucking sexy, and she needed to play with herself. 

"Auntie Holly?"

Holly spun around, shocked to find her adorable little niece standing in the doorway. Bebe was biting the tip of her finger and looking down. She looked like a cute, frightened little child, other than the fact that she was eighteen, and her body was in full bloom. She was naked as well, and Holly couldn't stop her eyes from lingering over her niece's pink nipples and hairless puffy pussy. Holly only had sons, and at this moment she perversely desired a daughter. 

"Bebe? What happened to your swimsuit, baby?"

"I forget," Bebe shrugged. "What about yours?"

Holly laughed and played with her naked breasts, holding the heavy melons in her hands and lifting them. 

"I took it off. Being naked feels soooooo much better, don't you think?"

Bebe eyes were glued to her aunt's breasts even as she nodded her head in agreement. Perhaps unconsciously, Bebe's hand began to wiggle closer and closer towards her puffy pussy, and she eagerly poked at it with the akward curiousity of an amatuar.

Bebe was so horny that it hurt, and when Holly realized this a wicked smile crept over her face. 

"Bebe, honey. Do you know what your Auntie Holly does for a living?" Holly asked, posing provocatively and thrusting out her chest.

"You . . . you and Mr. Stone make sexy movies," Bebe answered, biting her finger to stop herself from crying. Her naughty kitten was swollen and snarling for attention. She had never been this painfully aroused before, and Bebe wondered if something was wrong with her. She was so hot that it felt like she was running a fever. 

"Have you ever seen one of my movies?" Holly asked, slowly strutting towards her quivering niece.

Bebe opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a girly whimper. She suddenly felt the need to pee, only her pee felt like electric lava. 

"All of them!" Bebe practically screeched. "I've seen all your movies! I love them! They're so much fun! That make me feel so good! I . . . please don't tell mommy . . . but I love your movies Aunt Holly."

Holly knelt down and hugged her niece tightly, thrusting her big breasts into the petite's girls face, and running her hands down Bebe's back until she could get a firm grip on the little babe's perky butt. Holly squeezed Bebe's butt, and her niece hopped up on her tippy-toes to kiss her aunt. 

"Do you ever imagine yourself in my movies?" Holly whispered into Bebe's ear, her finger poking up into Bebe's anus. 

Bebe nodded and kissed her aunt's neck. 

"Do you ever imagine yourself as me . . . or *with* me?"

Bebe could only respond by grinding her tight little body against her aunt's mammoth breasts, and thrusting her puffy vulva against Holly's knee. 

Holly laughed. "Get on the bed, sweetheart. Your aunt's going to fuck the shit out you."

#

"Shit! This place in huge!" Roxanne gaped, spinning around and taking in the main building of the resort. They were only in the area that essentially amounted to the lobby, but the three teens already felt comfortably at home, so comfortable that Roxanne barely even realized she was stripping her swimsuit off. 

"You know what's really huge?" Max asked, pointing to his erect cock, which was indeed as gargantuan as ever. He hopped up on the counter of a desk and spread his legs, confidently anticipating a blowjob. 

"Damn, you're hard as a rock even after fucking the daylights out of my sister," Gem admired, untying her bikini top and kneeling in front of Max. "How many girls is it going to take to satisfy you."

"I'm hoping just you two," Max laughed. "Otherwise I'm going to have to hunt down little Bebe and hope her tiny little ass is elastic."

Gem giggled at Max's machismo and immediately began to choke herself on his big broom-handle, using her full throat and both hands to service him. Roxanne hissed a little at Max's threat of raping her little sister, but it didn't anger her as much as it should have.Roxanne's sexually aroused mind twisted her thoughts, and she found herself reasoning that if she didn't want Max to split Bebe in half, than she'd just have to satisfy him herself. 

Roxanne knelt right beside Gem, and began to lick Max's big balls like they were made of candy. 

#

Micah felt like he was in a hot, confused dream. He couldn't remember why he was exploring the bungalows, but he knew that he had to, and he felt a strong urge to cast off his swimsuit. The damn thing just felt baggy, heavy, and utterly useless. He pulled the trunks down to his ankles and kicked them away, letting his penis flick out fully erect. Although Micah felt much bolder than he ever had before, he was still incredibly aware of the fact that he was exploring a strange place fully naked, and the idea that he could be caught at any moment by anyone (whether a cute girl or a big, rough alpha-male) thrilled him.

Micah found the door to one of the bungalows open, and inside he saw something that shocked him. 

"Oh . . . oh Auntie Holly . . . your tongue . . . so good . . . cumming again."

Little Bebe was on her back, laying on a cheap cot, with her legs spread wide open, and her little toes curling with pleasure. Holly was kneeling before her niece, completely naked, devouring the little girl's pussy like it was a bowl of hot soup. Holly held on to Bebe's ankles to stop her legs from flailing, although nothing could stop the little girls' body from convulsing and writhing with every overlapping orgasm. 

Micah couldn't control himself. The sight of his pornstar mother performing cunnilingus on his cousin was too hot. The little boy reached down and began to masterbate furriously. 

The sound of Micah's fapping alerted Holly that she had an audience. She left Bebe's dripping wet pussy alone for a moment to turn around, and she found her son standing in the doorway, naked, and beating his average sized penis like he was whisking cookie-dough. Holly couldn't help but laugh, even as her mouth and chin were dripping with her niece's juices. 

"Hey son," Holly giggled, licking her lips. 

"Hey . . . hey mom," Micah said, blushing deeply, although he didn't stop masterbating for a second.