0 comments/ 56754 views/ 4 favorites The Vacation Ch. 1 By: wild_jay Chapter 1: Brandy’s Awakening My wife Ann and I are in our early thirties, childless, and semi-retired. Yes, that’s right, semi-retired. Five years ago I joined a small start up company, specializing in computer software. Not only had I met the curvaceous Ann, I became rich along with her when the company went through an initial public offering. A further financial windfall came our way a year or so later when the company was purchased by a large multi national company. We had worked hard and played hard. Neither of us can believe how we had time for a relationship, let alone to get married. After the buy out we were both offered great positions, but decided that it just would not be the same and opted to leave. Now, most of my efforts go into handling investments and doing some contract engineering work to keep busy. Ann does the same in her field, marketing communications, doing some writing and creative work. Finding time to enjoy life we often take a winter holiday in the south, the Caribbean being a favorite destination. There is nothing quite as rejuvenating as a week in the tropics, the fresh air and warm trade winds are relaxing and soothing. The resort we visit is slightly older, yet has all modern amenities. Practically all activity takes place outdoors, including all meals. The hotel area consists of multiple two-story structures built right on the ocean shore. The rooms are large, with high ceilings, and are open to a balcony looking straight out over the water. Air conditioning, although available, is hardly necessary as the sea breeze at night cools things down sufficiently and we both enjoy listening to the incessant crashing of the waves. In fact, without the sound of the waves, the ears are assaulted with quiet. That is until couples begin to come back to their rooms from dancing and partying under the stars. The effect of the fresh air and a little alcohol work as a fine aphrodisiac. Our first night there was spent listening to a couple above us on the second floor. I heard them first and nudged Ann awake. “Oh you pervert,” she muttered and rolled over. However the sounds of passion intensified, penetrating the hollow walls. A woman was moaning, at first faintly then growing in frequency and intensity. Their bed began to squeak, then the head board began to lightly tap on the wall. She must have reached for a lamp as something crashed to the floor. Ann’s eyes opened, “They’re really going at it.” I nodded. The woman’s moans became screams of ecstasy and the banging of the headboard and squeaking of the bed were synchronized with the heavy thrusts of her partner. A brief pause, and then the crackling sound of a multitude of beads hitting the floor. “Guess she doesn’t like anal…” I teased as Ann frowned. The action resumed and continued for at least a half an hour until it began to subside. “Fuck me…fuck me!” We could plainly hear her agitated voice. Needing little urging her partner started up again this time practically sending the headboard crashing through the wall. The bed itself was scraping across the floor moving with the sexually charged action. “They keep that up we could have a foursome down here for the rest of the night,” I quipped. Suddenly a loud, unrestrained scream pierced the night as the woman came, followed by muffled sobs that became increasingly faint. And the sounds faded as the action slowly wound down until all was quiet, except for the lapping sound of light ocean waves. We frequently travel with friends. This year a business associate of mine, Ken and his wife Brandy, had agreed to come along. Ken’s company had provided me with a number of small, contract jobs. He too, had been successful financially, and had parlayed his success into his own company. Unfortunately his ambition and hard driving work ethic had proved too much for his first marriage. But Ken had hired a young administrative assistant, easily fifteen years his junior, and work soon blended with romance. It was not hard to see why. Brandy was a stunning blonde, pale skin with blue eyes, beautiful facial features and a wonderful smile. All in a trim 5’8” body with ample breasts and an ass to die for. Ken, in his early forties, was a hopeless workaholic. “Ken, you want to keep that young lady happy, better take some vacation time,” I had advised. “I know,” Ken answered with some resignation in his voice. “Look…you’re a busy guy but you have a great staff, they can do without you for a week. Ann and I take at least a week to go to the Caribbean, why don’t you and Brandy join us?” I suggested. Ken confirmed the next day, they would join us for a week in the sun. “I’m jealous,” said Ann feigning petulance when I told her. “How am I to turn any heads when that young bombshell is around?” She laughed. “Somehow I don’t think that is going to be a problem. As I recall the two of you attracted plenty of attention at last year’s Christmas party,” I reminded her. And indeed they had. My wife being about 5’6” tall, jet black hair, creamy white skin, fine featured, with ample 36D breasts, and nice round ass was the ideal accompaniment for the blonde Brandy. Neither missed a dance all evening. They had become good friends after the evening. It had made it easy to extend the invitation to Ken, I knew Ann would agree. In fact I knew Ann and Brandy had become a little more than good friends. Ann and I share an open relationship and one of our first understandings was Ann’s bisexuality. She loves being with women and I had encouraged and supported her in this. Occasionally she shared her lover with me, but always she shared her experience in intimate detail. A few months after the Christmas party Ann had set a lunch date with Brandy and they had met at an upscale bistro. After a few cocktails Brandy confided to Ann that Ken had been travelling almost non-stop for a month and she was feeling neglected. “Horny you mean,” Ann corrected then laughed. “Okay, horny,” Brandy agreed. “Bill used to travel a lot, did you ever get used to it?” “Well yes…and no. I found other ways to be fulfilled.” “Such as?” Brandy’s eyes smiled knowingly. “Such as other sexual relationships.” Ann asserted. “But…Bill, does he know? Do you hide it from him?” Brandy asked, startled. “Yes, he knows, and no, I don’t hide it from him.” Ann replied coyly. “He doesn’t mind you having sex with other men?” “No, he doesn’t, but I do…” Brandy looked at Ann quizzically. “What are you saying?” “I’m bisexual. I enjoy women as well as men.” Brandy hesitated then turned to Ann, their eyes meeting and locking. “I’ve wondered…wondered what it’s like…I...” Ann leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips, a light but lingering kiss. “Perhaps it’s time for you to find out,” she whispered. They passed on the lunch menu and were soon on their way back to our place. Ann called me on her cell phone. “Sweetheart, what’s your schedule like today? Do you think you’ll be home before six?” Ann inquired. This told me I should not be home before six. “You with Brandy?” I asked. “Why yes, yes I am…we’re spending the afternoon together,” Ann replied cheerily. “Yes, I bet you are…I mean have a nice afternoon and I will see you later tonight. Of course, I will want to hear everything about it,” I teased. “Always my dear. Love you,” Ann said fondly before disconnecting. Ann wanted to take things slow with Brandy, knowing it was her first experience with another woman. Arriving home they took a short tour of the house. We had invested a good part of our fortune to fully refurbish a beautiful hillside property with a spectacular view of the valley below. The grounds were immaculate, fully landscaped with gardens of local and exotic fauna. Our pool area included a hot tub and dressing area complete with showers. It was fully private, our neighbors being some distance away and further down the hillside. Brandy was impressed with the house, she and Ken had bought what she referred to as a ‘mansion’. It was considerably more formal, stuffy, and dark, while ours was more in character with a leisurely lifestyle. Ann had poured her a glass of wine, wanting to keep her relaxed and in the mood. She wrapped her arms around her from behind as they gazed out of the picture window in our main living room. Brandy could smell Ann’s perfume and feel her hot breath as she whispered in her ear. Ann felt Brandy shiver as she held her close. Taking her wineglass, Ann set their glasses on a nearby table. She then turned to Brandy, who looked at her, eyes wide with anticipation. “Are you ready? We can just have a swim if you like…” Ann’s voice was soothing, reassuring. “No…I mean yes, I’m…okay with this,” Brandy stammered. “Just okay?” Ann’s eyebrows raised as she said it. “No…I mean I want to do this,” Brandy assured. “All right then…follow me…it’s time to bath.” Ann almost always bathed with her female partners before making love to them, particularly the inexperienced. It gave them a chance to explore each other and hygienically it ensured there would be no interruptions later on. Ann loved eating pussy and it was her favorite way of bringing her ‘virgins’ to orgasm. She said that no man could ever eat pussy the way another woman can, so why not introduce it right away. It also meant her partner could simply relax and enjoy while Ann brought her off for the first time. This took the edge off along with remaining inhibitions. Ann led Brandy down a long hallway to a large dressing area adjoining a beautiful marble Jacuzzi tub. Brandy hesitated slightly as Ann helped remove her clothes. Ann reached around from behind her and unbuttoned her blouse as she gently kissed her neck. As the blouse opened Ann slid her hand in to unhook the front of her bra. As the material fell away Ann caressed Brandy’s soft and supple breasts, gently frisking over her hardening nipples. Ann released the clasp on Brandy’s tight skirt then pulled her blouse from beneath it. In one fluid motion Ann removed her blouse and bra, Brandy’s beautiful high, firm breasts barely moving as they were freed. Brandy saw multiple reflections of herself in the bathroom mirrors, breasts fully exposed, her taut cherry red nipples protruding prominently, betraying her excitement. Ann slid Brandy’s tight skirt over her thighs. She was wearing white silk panties, a little patch of dampness discernable over her slit. Ann had her sit down, then slid the skirt off leaving her thigh high stockings and panties. Never one to be in a rush, Ann hesitated for a second, then stood up to remove her own clothing. Brandy’s eyes roved over her and grew wider as she shimmied out of her black lace bra. Ann loved to strip for her female partners, accenting the tease, and making the experience more fun. Ann’s breasts were larger and heavier than Brandy’s and settled slightly lower as her bra fell away. Her aureoles were a dark red, almost brown in color, with nipples like plump pencil erasers. Ann unbuttoned her skirt revealing a sexy black garter belt over black silk panties. She moved closer to Brandy. “I think I need some help Brandy…will you unhook my garters?” Ann asked sweetly. Brandy fumbled slightly but soon had released all of the hooks. Ann unfastened the garter belt and removed it as she raised her leg to Brandy’s lap. “My stockings too…please.” As Brandy reached for the top of her hosiery Ann carefully brushed Brandy’s breast with the ball of her foot, her big toe lingering on her hard nipple for no more than an instance. An involuntary sigh escaped from Brandy as she removed the silk stocking. Ann smiled, things were progressing very nicely. As the second was removed Brandy brought her mouth down to kiss Ann’s foot. Ann pulled it back. “Not yet my dear. Plenty of time for that a little later,” she admonished. Ann lightly pushed Brandy to the back of the chair and lifted up one of her legs. She rubbed Brandy’s foot in between her breasts, touching each of her nipples with the tip of her toes. Slowly and deliberately she caressed along Brandy’s leg then sensuously rolled her thigh high off in a smooth, fluid motion. Another gasp came from Brandy as the second was similarly removed. Ann motioned for Brandy to stand up, both were clad only in their panties. Ann turned Brandy toward the mirror. “God you are beautiful,” Ann admired. Brandy turned to her and they kissed, bodies locked in an embrace, their hands slowly caressing, while their tongues chased, lingered, and then explored. Ann’s hand traced down Brandy’s backbone to the top of her panties, she then lightly lifted the elastic as her hand traveled around Brandy’s hips to her front, just above her mound. She gasped audibly as Ann’s thumb traced up to Brandy’s deep navel while her fingers slid under the silk panties feeling a thick bush of blonde hair above her slit. “Oh Ann…” Brandy sighed. “Patience, relax and enjoy,” Ann soothed. Ann slid her hand out from underneath the silk panties and traced down the outside, cupping Brandy’s pussy in her hand, and gently massaging it with her fingers. She began to moan as Ann broke off their kiss, dropping her head down to Brandy’s taut nipples, taking them one at a time in her mouth, alternately sucking them lightly, drawing them in and out, lightly flicking with her tongue. Ann could feel the swelling of Brandy’s pussy and the wetness soaking through her panties. Ann slowed her pace, she knew Brandy was ready but didn’t want her coming quite so soon. Her hand moved back up Brandy’s body brushing up and under the sensitive underside of her breasts. Ann kissed her way up from Brandy’s breasts, lightly laving up to her throat, then met her mouth, momentarily stifling Brandy’s moans. Ann reached around Brandy’s back and gently grabbed her butt cheeks massaging them together. Brandy squirmed as Ann casually took hold of her panties and peeled them slowly over her hips to about halfway down her thighs. Ann drew back from their kiss and dropped to one knee as she slid Brandy’s panties to her ankles. Ann motioned Brandy to the waiting pool of bubble bath as she quickly slipped off her own. They stepped into the warm water and sat down facing one another legs intertwined, one leg over the other, bringing them close enough to touch and explore each other. Brandy reached for Ann’s breasts, lifting them from the soapy water, caressing them. Ann lay back slightly to give her full access. Brandy played with her nipples, pinching them lightly then rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. She looked at Ann inquiringly. “Am I hurting you?” “No, but even if you were I wouldn’t complain. I like a little pain with my pleasure. I’ll let you know if you get too rough,” Ann reassured. Brandy sighed deeply then resumed fondling Ann’s gorgeous tits, beginning to suck on them, biting lightly as Ann had done to her. “That’s it…you’ve got the idea. What feels good to you is exactly what you should do for another woman,” Ann encouraged. Ann let Brandy work on her for awhile knowing it would help her gain confidence and keep her aroused. She slipped her own hand to her swollen pussy and lightly fingered herself. Brandy enthusiastically picked up the pace and Ann soon felt herself beginning to build to an orgasm. It was rare for Ann to orgasm in this way but Brandy was proving to be quick study. She was particularly adept at drawing Ann’s full aureole into her mouth and then very lightly biting back from the base of it to the tip of her nipple. Ann responded vocally as she did this. Brandy increased the intensity and ever so gently increased the pressure of her biting. It was driving Ann wild, she felt like an electric shock was going directly to her pussy from her nipples. “Damn it Brandy…I’m coming, oh shit, don’t stop,” Ann cried as her body convulsed, an orgasm engulfing her in passion. She stiffened and reached for the side of the tub as she slid backward under the bubble bath. Ann emerged after her dunking, dripping in bubble bath. “I’m so sorry Ann, it was my fault, I got carried away,” Brandy apologized. Ann looked at her, still recovering from the intensity of the moment, then dunked herself to clear off the residual soap. “Don’t ever apologize for that my dear, I haven’t come like that in a long, long time,” Ann scolded, then smiled, “Your turn?” Brandy relaxed at the reassurance. Bringing Ann to orgasm had been an awakening for her, it had been so natural, so wonderful…so this was what it was like making love to a woman. She liked it. Ann laid out a towel on the edge of the tub and instructed Brandy to sit on it, her legs spread apart. Ann’s beautiful brown eyes looked straight at Brandy as she moved between her legs. Ann gently pulled apart her outer lips and she gently laved up and down inside her slit tasting the light salt of Brandy’s juices. Brandy closed her eyes and let out a sigh as Ann’s tongue probed deep into her core. She opened her eyes to Ann’s penetrating stare, her tongue working feverishly, building Brandy to an intense climax. Ann’s arm lifted out of the water and rested on Brandy’s upper thigh, hand over the top of her pussy, fingers separating her lips. Ann’s index finger pushed down on her clit which had fully emerged from its hood. Brandy gasped as Ann touched it, fingering her tiny swollen button. Ann reached up with her other hand and inserted two fingers into Brandy’s pussy. She moved them slowly but rhythmically in and out while matching a circular motion with her finger on her clit. “Do you like getting finger fucked? Tell me you like it.” Ann asked seductively. Brandy was distracted, an orgasm building deep inside her. She shook her head first, then nodded. “Come on, tell me you like it…if you don’t, I’ll stop.” Ann pressed for a response. “No, don’t stop, finger fuck me…eat me…just don’t stop,” Brandy’s face contorted with pleasure as she fought off the impending orgasm, wanting it to build still longer before giving in to it. Ann brought her head down to Brandy’s clit, then using her finger she stretched the skin causing the engorged member to stand straight out. Dipping her head she flicked it with her tongue and then encircled it with her lips and drew it into her mouth. She sucked on it with increasing intensity. As Ann peered up to catch her reaction Brandy went over the edge. Her screams echoed through the hallway as the orgasm raced through her. She slid back into the tub with Ann cushioning her descent. It was Brandy’s turn to emerge dripping with bubble bath. “Oh god Ann, that was great…I’ve never…” Brandy said breathlessly. “Never had a woman fuck you before,” Ann offered, completing the thought. “I may have been your first but I have a feeling I won’t be your last, I think you like women.” Brandy nodded, smiling as they embraced, kissing deeply. Finally Ann said, “Let’s get dried off, it’s getting cold in here.” The two toweled each other off and then adjourned to the bedroom. They embraced again collapsing onto the bed a jumble of arms and legs as they pressed their bodies together. Ann tried to pace the action but found Brandy taking charge. Brandy rolled Ann over on her back and slid her hand down to her swollen pussy aggressively cupping and fingering her as Ann had done to her earlier. Ann moved to reverse positions with her but Brandy held firm, feeling Ann’s hot juices pouring from her core, as she fingered and rubbed her. Brandy swung over top of Ann in a sixty-nine position. Using her fingers she opened up Ann’s hot wet core and eagerly ran her tongue along its length tasting the light saltiness of her juices. Ann moaned as Brandy’s tongue speared into her core then moved to her clit, lightly flicking the engorged member. Brandy could feel Ann’s body shiver beneath her, close to orgasm, then would back off slightly to keep her from coming. The Vacation Ch. 1 Every year for the past ten years I have tried to take my wife on a vacation. But, something always comes up. She owns a very successful accounting firm, bought by me and given to her. Five years ago I was hurt on a government construction job. After the law suites were settled I was awarded five hundred thousand dollars. Now there’s not many things my wife and 18 year old daughter want for. They both drive brand new BMW’S, I drive a Dodge Ram crew cab truck myself. My wife, Linda, is a total babe, long curly brown/blonde hair. Big green eyes that are some of the sexiest I have ever seen in my life. A very nice firm set of 36 c breast with nipples that when they are hard, they could poke your eyes out. She always wears a see-through bra or none at all. Her hips and ass are also out-of-this-world, she works out about 5 hours a week at our gym. Her hips are a tight 36. No fat or anything on them. One thing about her hips that I like is, you can see her hip and pelvic bones. When I am lucky enough to get her in bed for a good fuck, I love holding her pelvic bone while I ram my cock in and out of her. You see, her business means more to her than her own daughter and me. She works 12 to 14 hours per day 6 days a week. I’ve tried everything to get her to cut back on her hours. This year was my last try to get her to do something with me and my beautiful daughter, Kissandrea. Kissandrea, WOW, she makes her mother look like shit. She has long brown hair with blonde streaks in it. The biggest brown eyes that can get anything she wants from me. I guess her breast size is around 38 d, her areola circles are about 6 inches around. When her nipples are hard, they stick out a good inch. They were made for sucking. Kissandrea also has a great set of hips and ass that were made for them long hot nights of hard core fucking. Her hips are a size 36, like her mother, the hip and pelvic bones are very visible. This year for our vacation, I thought we would go to a very nice lake in northern Arizona. Get a house boat, swim and sun ourselves all day long and drive to Nevada at night to gamble a little. I was going over a week early to get everything set up and rented. I just had pulled my truck out of our driveway. " DADDY,……. DADDY. WAIT FOR ME." Kissandrea was screaming. " What are you doing out of school girl?" I asked Kissandrea. " Dad, if I don’t go with you now," Kissandrea took a deep breath, " I won’t get to come. You know deep down Mom will not make it." " Well, she best make it this year or…" I paused, " .. or we are finished." With a sad face Kissandrea said, " I don’t blame you Dad, not at all." The 5 hour drive went fast as Kissandrea and I talked about everything a daughter and Dad could possibly talk about. School, my hobbies, and my wife and her mother working so much. Oh sorry, my name is Jim. I just turned 40 years old, I’m six foot and two inches tall. Dark brown hair with a touch of gray on the sides. I work out at least 4 days a week. I’ve always been in good shape, playing softball and a lot of jogging. I guess the one thing my wife Linda loved when we first met was, my cock. It’s a prize winner. Ten inches long with a very large head. It’s also very thick, five inches around. When I fucked a girl or one of my teachers in high school, they knew they had been fucked. When got to the lake and thought we should rent a motel room for the night and look for a boat the next morning. " Sir," The motel clerk said, " I have a very romantic room that overlooks the lake. It will be good for you and your lovely wife." " Oh she’s my….." I felt Kissandrea’s elbow hit me in the side, " … she’ll love it, won’t you honey?" We got the key and headed to our room. " What was the elbow for honey?" I ask Kissandrea. With a big smile, Kissandrea said, " That was so sexy he thought I was your wife." " Oh. you think so?" I replied and smacked her tight ass. We got to the room and I was kinda shocked. It had one king size water bed and looked like a " HONEY MOON SUITE". A big bath tub built for two and a romantic fire place. Kissandrea ran and jumped on the bed, " Oh Daddy…… this is great. Come join me…" I knew it was wrong but, when I saw her laying on that bed, my cock got hard in 2 seconds flat. That day, Kissandrea had worn a very small tank top and a pair of white spandex shorts. I moved to the bed and stretched out beside my beautiful daughter. She looked into my eyes with a look I had not seen in a long, long time. A look of pure lust. She slowly moved her body on top of me. Sitting right on my hard cock and placing her young face only inches from mine. In a very low and sexy voice Kissandrea ask, " Where shall we have dinner tonight, husband of mine?" Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were caressing her sexy tight ass, " You better cut this out, NOW, girl." Still talking with her sexy voice, Kissandrea said, " What’s wrong husband, can’t I turn on my favorite man?" " Your favorite man," I took a long look in her eyes, " Is your father and has not had good sex in a long time." I pushed her off of me and went to look out the window. The view of the lake was very good and I had to get her out of my mind or out of my cock’s mind. Kissandrea picked up the phone, " Room service please…… yes my husband and I would like two bottles of your best Wine and for dinner we would a nice salad and my husband would like a T-bone steak, rare." " You sure are enjoying this, aren’t you? I’m taking a shower." As walked in the bathroom. " Can I watch, Hubby?" Kissandrea ask. " I don’t think so little girl……" I snapped at her. With a little grin on her face, " You didn’t mind when I watched two weeks ago." I just shut the door. Two weeks ago, my wife, Kissandrea and I were playing around in our pool. Linda was acting as if she mite have been horny. She was grabbing and rubbing my cock every chance she had. Kissandrea had been wearing a white one piece swim suite that showed more of her tender young body than I had ever seen before. That’s the first time it had dawned on me that she was a grown woman. Later that night, Linda, got a bad migraine. Witch meant, NO SEX. So, around 2 a.m. I went to take a shower and relieve my hard cock. I was stroking away, thinking of the fun we had in the pool. My daughter’s body came to mind, what I could do to her… my hand moved faster up and down my long cock shaft. The bathroom door opened, there stood Kissandrea. Wearing a see-through night shirt with a tiny pair of pink bikini panties on and a sexy smile. Her full breast filled my eyes. Her panty cover crotch looked as if she may have also been horny. Our eyes met, slowly my eyes explored her youthful body. My hand moving faster over my cock. I knew seeing her there I would be cumming very, very soon. Kissandrea’s breast were heaving up and down, her eyes glued to my hand and cock. I guess she had never seen anything as big as my cock was. She better not have!!! I came hard that night, when I did, I made a mistake. I reached and pulled her to me, my cum sprayed from my cock landing all over my baby girl’s body. To Be Continued... The Vacation Ch. 1 Ann reached for the night table and, opening the drawer, reached in and retrieved a large, pink, vibrating dildo. She twisted the handle of the vibrator activating it, then expertly ran it along Brandy’s wet slit. Brandy gasped as she felt the pulsating motion against her pussy, then let out a scream as Ann penetrated her with it. Ann pumped her with it, knowing Brandy would come almost instantly. “Oh Ann, Ann, I love it,” Brandy screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. Her body pitched forward as Ann continued to work the dildo in and out. Brandy’s juices dripped off her inner thighs onto Ann’s abdomen as aftershocks gripped her. She clung to the duvet, her head buried muffling her screams. Finally Brandy waved her hand and Ann withdrew the vibrator, clicking it off as she did so. Brandy rolled off her onto her back. Ann moved to her and then shifted her into a spoon position holding her from behind as she came down from the intensity of her orgasm. “We’ll have to do this again…soon,” Ann whispered. “Definitely…soon,” Brandy replied, breathless but smiling. Ann provided graphic detail of their afternoon together when I got home later that night. It was obvious Ann was very aroused by Brandy and had thoroughly enjoyed their lovemaking. We didn’t make it through the account without a session of our own, Ann’s orgasm being one of the more intense in recent memory. I had no doubt Ann would find a way to see more of Brandy. And, in fact she had. Ann and Brandy began seeing each other regularly and Ann’s accounts of their lovemaking revealed a very torrid affair between the two of them. I was happy for Ann, but it concerned me that she was seeing more of Brandy than Ken was. As our vacation approached the thought crossed my mind, how would Ken react to finding out my wife was fucking his wife? The thought had not occurred to me when I extended the invitation. This could be a most interesting vacation. To Be Continued in The Vacation Part Two – Caribbean Lust.. All comments welcome. The Vacation Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Caribbean Lust As our plane made its final approach the scenes from the window were familiar but no less spectacular than when I had first visited the island. The sun glistening on the surface of a translucent aquamarine sea giving way to a border of sand beach and wind blown palm trees. In the distance a lush green tropical rain forest rose toward mist tipped hills. Arriving in the Caribbean is to visit a special kind of paradise. My wife Ann and I had returned here many times, to an old but very modern resort area, where one could lose oneself in the beauty of the place. Now independently wealthy, we were semi-retired, benefactors of the .com economy. And travel and leisure were a bigger part of our life than ever before. This trip we were accompanied by a business associate, Ken and his young wife Brandy. Despite having more money than he could ever dream of spending Ken was a hopeless workaholic. I had convinced him to take a week off, pay some attention to his stunningly beautiful young wife, and enjoy life. Ken, in his early forties, had divorced his first wife, their marriage a casualty of his tireless work ethic. He had met Brandy, fifteen years his junior, when she had hired on as his administrative assistant. It hadn’t taken long for the two of them to get together. She was a bright, inquisitive young lady and was a good match for the more conservative Ken. Ann and I had met at work as well. I developed computer programs while she was in marketing communications. Both now in our early thirties we had dated, lived together, and finally married. After the company we helped establish was bought out we decided it was time to move on and now did mostly freelance work in our respective fields. Ann and I enjoyed a very open sexual relationship. She is bisexual, a fact I became painfully aware of at the time we first met. I had unwittingly put the moves on her date, something she didn’t appreciate at the time. This lead to a rather interesting courtship and some of the hottest sex one can imagine. I encouraged her not to deny her attraction to women, and was very cooperative in accommodating she and her female lovers. Occasionally it led to a threesome, but mostly it was Ann sharing with me, in vivid detail, her sexual encounters. We both found this hot, and our sex life enhanced as a result. One of Ann’s female companions was young Brandy. The two had met at Ken’s company Christmas Party. At a subsequent lunch date Brandy confessed her curiosity about women and Ann, never to be one to pass up an opportunity, had taken full advantage. Since then she and Brandy made love regularly, in fact I suspected Ann probably was with Brandy more than Ken was. This was the only thing that worried me about the vacation plans. How would Ken react if he found out my wife was fucking his wife? “Bill, if it concerns you that much why did you invite them along?” Ann finally asked, somewhat put out with my continued expression of concern. “I think they need time away together, Ken is so damn busy and won’t slow down so long as he’s home.” “Well, I wouldn’t worry too much, Brandy loves cock as much as she loves pussy. Ken will have all he can handle and more. Just make sure you two take a few afternoons and go golfing, or deep sea fishing…” “While you go muff diving with Brandy,” I interjected, then smiled. We both laughed as Ann shook her head in mock disgust. As always she was discrete and in control. I was worrying needlessly. The wall of heat and humidity hit us as we left the air-conditioned cabin of the aircraft. Slightly inland at the airport the temperature was oppressive, easily 100 degrees Fahrenheit with 90% or more humidity. It almost took your breath away as we walked the short distance across the ramp to the terminal building. I noticed heads turning as Ann and Brandy made their way into the customs area. Both were incredibly beautiful and there was no doubt, with the bright sun behind them, there would be a wonderful silhouette of them both as they approached. While we waited in the queue for the custom’s agent Ann looked at me mischievously. She was carrying a straw bag, one she had purchased on the island during a previous trip. I moved closer. “Do you think I should declare these?” She whispered as she opened her bag just wide enough to give me a look inside. Pale blue lace panties were on top, a stain showing the wetness of the crotch area. “Brandy’s?” I questioned as Ann nodded. “On the plane?” “She is now a full fledged member of the mile high club for women,” Ann answered with a triumphant grin. “You’re incorrigible…when?” “Oh about halfway through that horrible in flight movie,” Ann replied. “I had a small vibrator with me and held it to her clit while I finger-fucked her. She tried to keep quiet but I made her come so hard she cried out. We got some strange looks when we both came out of the restroom.” A customs agent interrupted our conversation and directed us to proceed to his counter. After supplying our passports and answering some routine questions we soon moved through to the baggage claim area where we rejoined Ken and Brandy. Everyone was in good spirits as we collected our luggage and proceeded to the transit area for the short ride to the resort. Check in at the resort was fully automated. Our luggage was taken directly from the transit vehicle to our rooms while we were briefed on the resort grounds and amenities. The grounds extended along two miles of beachfront property. The extreme eastern end, being somewhat secluded, permitted nude bathing. Ann and I often found we had this area pretty much to ourselves, and had enjoyed sex there, both under the sun and under the stars. From there, toward the hotel was a long stretch of beautiful sandy beach, protected by a reef some quarter mile off shore. A number of standalone private villas were located along this area well back from the shore. The main facilities included a variety of shops, a large open air dining area, a fresh water swimming pool, and various venues for sports including beach volleyball. A small marina was off to the left of the pier. To the west were the long rows of beach houses where most of the guests stayed. We had reserved one of the private villas for the four of us. They were well appointed two bedroom dwellings back far enough from the beach to blend into the palms and other shoreline vegetation. I had preferred to stay in the multi unit beach houses, mostly due to their location right on the shore. However, Ann wanted to try one of the villas and insisted we could get to know Ken and Brandy better in a more private accommodation. As usual, Ann had prevailed. “I can’t believe how much cooler it is here, I thought we were going to melt in the heat when we were at the airport,” remarked Ken as we left the lobby area to join Ann and Brandy who had gone on ahead to the pool area. “It gets pretty hot in the afternoon but there is always a breeze,” I commented. “And nothing a cold beer or a yellow bird cocktail can’t remedy.” As we approached we could see both Ann and Brandy standing by the poolside bar. The two were eye candy. Ann with her jet black hair, dark brown eyes, creamy skin, ample breasts, and round ass. Brandy, the classic blonde, blue eyes, pale skin, smaller breasts but with trim youthful curves to a hip, ass, thigh, and leg combination that was pure magic. They were talking with two women at the poolside bar. One was a short, heavier woman, with short brown hair, likely in her mid-thirties. Her yellow string bikini barely restrained her breasts, not because they were particularly large, but because the cup was easily a size to small. Numerous tattoos were noticeable despite her deep tan, particularly one of a sea horse, the tail neatly coiling its way around her breast. Her belly protruded slightly but she was obviously athletic, neck, arms, and shoulders well developed with good muscle definition. The bikini bottoms strained to cover an ample butt and thighs. Her companion resembled an older version of Ann though slightly taller and older, probably mid to late forties but in excellent shape for her age, her toned and tanned body revealed seductively through the tight mesh material of a sexy one piece swim suit. As I got closer it was clear she was wearing some very expensive jewelry, no doubt she had money. And she had an ‘awareness’ about her, as if she noticed everything and everyone around her in a very broad personal space. The two women began to leave as Ken and I reached the bar. “Don’t leave on our account,” I said cheerfully. “No,” replied the older woman. “Lisa and I have booked a workout and massage at the fitness center, we were just telling your wives about it. The resort has an excellent masseuse.” She introduced herself as Vanessa. We exchanged greetings then the women left for their massage. As they walked away I noticed Vanessa put her arm around Lisa, slide it down casually, and pat her gently on the ass. “Some tattoo work on Lisa,” I remarked raising my eyebrows. “And piercing, did you notice the glint of silver on her tongue,” chimed in Ann, smiling. Brandy blushed slightly at the mention. Ann had had her tongue pierced since I had met her, I wondered whether she had been urging Brandy to do the same. Our conversation drifted to other topics as we enjoyed our first drink together. “I want to freshen up and get changed, maybe have a swim,” Ann announced suddenly. “Why don’t you show Ken and Brandy the resort Bill?” “I can provide the cheapest fifty cent tour going,” I answered cheerfully. I knew by Ann’s suggestion she wanted to get away from us and recalling Vanessa’s ass patting I could only guess where she might be headed. Ken glanced toward Brandy and while she appeared a little startled she quickly smiled in agreement. Ann left us at the bar shortly afterward. Ken, Brandy, and I talked for awhile then wandered out to the pier. Predictably, Ken approached vacation the way he did his work, always busy, always doing something. Inside of a few hours we had golfing, scuba, tennis, hang gliding, and fishing all lined up as activities for the week. One day was set aside for sight seeing at the old town. I could see Ken negotiating with the natives at the straw market…he would probably own it before we left. We finally made our way back to the villa. Ann was stepping out of the shower as I went into our room. “Well, what kind of mischief were you up to this afternoon?” I asked somewhat facetiously. “Oh nothing really,” Ann evaded my question. I looked at her carefully as she stood naked in the bathroom doorway, her nipples were slightly engorged and her pussy lips were swollen. “My dear either you just had a very exciting shower or you got fucked silly this afternoon? Time to confess. I saw the way Vanessa put her arm around Lisa and patted her ass as they left the pool. When you left us you joined up with them at the fitness center didn’t you?” I asserted confidently. I sensed there was a good story behind this. “Okay, busted…but I, we had a great time,” Ann smiled and came over to sit on the bed. “Let me tell you about it, it was amazing, those two women are hot. I was so horny after doing Brandy on the plane I just couldn’t pass up their invitation.” Ann then related the events as they unfolded from the time she had met Lisa and Vanessa. Ann and Brandy had flirted with each other at the poolside bar. The very observant Vanessa noticed it and had struck up a conversation with them. Very friendly she had not taken long to deliver her invitation. “Lisa and I have booked a workout and massage this afternoon at the fitness center, you are both welcome to join us. I am sure it was a long flight, and a massage is so relaxing. We would love it if you could,” Vanessa enthused. “The massage sounds great…” Ann thought out loud. “But we are meeting our husbands in a few minutes and I really don’t know what our plans are for the afternoon.” Brandy nodded in agreement. “Not a problem my dear, maybe later on though, we’re here for another three days…but I have booked the entire afternoon at the fitness center…if you change your mind,” Vanessa replied with a hint of tease. I interrupted the story at that point. “I’m surprised you didn’t take Brandy with you.” “Well I would have…but you are so concerned about Ken finding out about us I decided to go alone.” Ann then continued. She had shown up at the fitness center about a half-hour later. It was officially closed for the afternoon but an attendant was conspicuously nearby. She greeted Ann as if she were expected and led her to Vanessa and Lisa. Both were on adjoining massage tables, completely naked, lying on their stomachs as a masseuse finished with them. “Ann, how wonderful for you to join us,” Vanessa greeted her enthusiastically. “What about Brandy?” “She and Ken are taking a tour of the resort courtesy of my husband...she may join us another time,” Ann answered. “Not a problem, she’s welcome anytime and I hope you’ll tell her so. Lisa and I are just about finished here, why don’t you get undressed and come in for a massage?” Vanessa invited. Ann was suddenly distracted as Lisa rose from her table, her bright tattoos and various piercings in full view. Counting quickly Ann noted silver loops in both Lisa’s nipples, in her navel, and at least three in the labia of her cleanly shaven pussy. Vanessa smiled as she noticed Ann staring at Lisa. “Lisa, show Ann back to our lockers, I’ll arrange for her massage.” Ann followed Lisa back into the locker area where Lisa turned to her. “You like my jewelry?” She asked seductively. “Why yes…yes I do,” Ann was slightly surprised at her directness but quickly recovered. “That’s not all I like.” “Oh really…well then, we ARE going to have some fun this afternoon,” Lisa smiled and then they both laughed. “Vanessa and I can provide a lot more than a massage…given the chance.” Lisa reached up and kissed Ann full on the lips, her tongue darting into her mouth. She expertly removed Ann’s light top pausing sensuously to rub her breasts then lightly pinch and role her fingers on Ann’s nipples. Ann could feel them hardening to Lisa’s touch and felt a tingling sensation deep inside, a wetness gathering in her loins. Lisa was aggressive and slightly rough in a way that pleased her. Lisa pulled away from her. “I better not start what I can’t finish…at least until later…I’ll go get you a towel,” she whispered. Ann removed her light shorts and already damp panties. It was Lisa’s turn to stare as she saw Ann’s beautiful naked body, her full breasts with nipples taut and protruding from her fondling. Lisa smiled broadly as she handed Ann a large towel and led her back to the massage room. The room was empty with the exception of Vanessa who had finished preparing a table. She had ordered a bottle of wine and insisted they enjoy a glass of chardonnay. Ann felt very comfortable with the two women as they talked, both very relaxed, and exuding a sensuality which aroused her. “The masseuse will join you in a few minutes. Lisa and I have to finish our workout, we’ll be in the gym area…come join us when you are through,” invited Vanessa. “And if we’re not there check in the showers…” Ann nodded as they left. The masseuse appeared as promised and Ann relaxed as strong, skillful hands gently kneaded the tension from her body. Ann soon found herself fantasizing about Vanessa and Lisa. They were in the gym, by an apparatus, Vanessa was spotting Lisa who was on the bench. Lisa was arm pressing and leg pressing an impressive amount of weight. She was completely naked except for a leather belt around her waist holding a harness between her legs. A thick plastic dildo was buried deep in her pussy and the action of her leg pressing ground it into her, driving her toward orgasm. Vanessa shouted encouragement then removed the arm weights. She stepped over Lisa and straddled her, lowering her own dripping pussy to Lisa’s face. Lisa hungrily licked Vanessa’s pussy and drank her juices while her own flowed from her as she leg pressed. Vanessa started to come, her face contorted with pleasure, and she screamed… Ann woke up suddenly as the masseuse lightly tapped her shoulder. The massage was over. Ann noticed that it had, in fact, been forty minutes. The masseuse smiled then left her lying on the table. As she sat up she noticed the wetness between her legs and on the table below. Ann shook her head as she remembered the erotic images of her fantasy. She knew one thing, she was feeling very, very horny. Ann checked the gym area and while Vanessa and Lisa were not there she started when, in the corner of the gym, she noticed the very apparatus she had fantasized about earlier. “This is too bizarre,” she muttered as she headed to the shower area. As Ann entered the shower area she stopped abruptly when she saw the two women. Vanessa was kneeling with her face buried deep in Lisa’s cleanly shaven pussy. She had Lisa’s right leg draped over her shoulder, and her tongue danced and moved. Ann admired her technique as she had Lisa moaning in pleasure, her body quivering and shaking with every lick, stab, or suck. Lisa leaned back against the shower wall, her hands on Vanessa’s head as she ground her hips forward. Her moaning became deeper and louder. Vanessa pulled back briefly only to use her fingers to work open Lisa’s swollen pussy lips, she then drove her tongue deep into the hot core. Lisa shook and shivered on the brink of orgasm. Vanessa paused again, prolonging the sensation, then laved up from Lisa’s pussy to her breasts. Reaching her nipples she gently flicked each of her nipple rings causing Lisa to gasp involuntarily, her erect nipples hyper sensitive. As Lisa shuddered Vanessa eased her leg to the ground to help steady her. “Please finger fuck me Vanna, finger fuck me,” Lisa pleaded as she slung her head back. Vanessa kissed her neck, her shoulders, and then muffled Lisa’s cries as she drew her forward and kissed her. Ann could see Vanessa’s fingers disappearing deep into Lisa’s swollen pussy, her thumb lingering on her clit. Lisa broke their kiss, sucking in air, as the intensity of the orgasm grew within her. Vanessa pulled back slightly, watching her lover intently, smiling as Lisa’s body yielded to her assault. “Come my darling…come the way I know you can. Give into it.” Vanessa encouraged. Lisa’s body arched as she came, her screams of passion echoed throughout the empty shower area. Vanessa didn’t let up. “Come on…I know you’ve got more, give into it,” she commanded. Lisa screamed again, her body bucking and twisting as Vanessa relentlessly pumped her. Ann noticed the sudden surge of clear liquid driven from Lisa’s pussy, her body shaking involuntarily. Vanessa quickly withdrew from her pussy and rubbed her clit in a strong, tight, circular motion. “Squirt for me bitch,” Vanessa demanded. Lisa’s hips gyrated as Vanessa finger fucked her clit. Streams of hot liquid poured from her body spilling on Vanessa and the floor of the shower. Lisa cries began to subside as she clung to Vanessa, her knees weak. Finally Vanessa took her fingers away and placed them up to her lips, tasting Lisa’s warm cum. “Ummm…you hot bitch,” Vanessa smiled as she offered Lisa one of her fingers. “A taste?” “I love it when you make me come hard like that,” Lisa whispered. Ann had watched this from the doorway of the shower area. She thought she had not been noticed however, as Lisa came down from her orgasm, Vanessa looked straight in her direction. “Come in Ann, I was just looking after Lisa, you got her more than a little hot earlier on. How was the massage?” “Uh great…yes, it was…” Ann stammered, completely surprised by Vanessa’s question. The Vacation Ch. 2 That was two weeks ago. When I had finished my shower and went the bedroom room, I all but fell over. There was Kissandrea laying on the bed wearing the same white night shirt and pink panties from two weeks ago. " Oh baby, you need to change or cover up. I’m very weak tonight. Your mother hasn’t made love to me in a very long time." I said, looking away from her body. With big tears running down her face, Kissandrea said, " Daddy, I’m 18, a grown woman. A grown woman that loves you, and is ready, able and very willing to be your….. lover." "NO, BABY, I CAN’T YOUR MY DAUGHTER." I left the room and slept in my truck that night. I woke the next morning to Kissandrea knocking on the truck widow, " Breakfast is here, DADDY!!!!!" She said in a pissed off voice. Most of the day she only said three or four words to me. Until I saw a bikini shop and ask if she wanted a new swim suite. Kissandrea replied in a stern voice, " Can I buy anything I want? And I mean anything." " Sure, anything to get you to talk to me again." We went in the store, Kissandrea told the sales girl, " I want the sexiest, tiny, see-through bikini’s you have. I need to turn on my husband." And let me tell you, they had a lot of them. Kissandrea tried on a good 25 bikini’s until, one caught my eye. It was very little, powder blue. Total see-through, it looked like a fine nylon stocking. She knew from the look on my face, Kissandrea leaned to my ear, " Is this the one Husband? Does it make you want me?" From that moment, I knew I had to have my daughter. We rented a very deluxe boat. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms a full living room and a nice kitchen. We stocked it with every kind of food and drink known to man and set out on the lake. We were only 100 yards from the dock, Kissandrea came out of the cabin wearing her new bikini. It looked even better on her now than it did in the store. All I had on was a pair of silk swimming trunks, Kissandrea got a good view of my stiff cock. I guess the last time I was this hard was that night two weeks ago. She had a "Now I got you" look on her face. She never made eye contact, she was teasing me now. Kissandrea laid on the deck of the boat, making sure I could see her sunning her body. She rubbed the San Tan Lotion on her body as if she was trying to turn herself on. At night she wore little half shirts and the smallest, sexy panties she had. Kissandrea was a master at teasing, bending over in my face, sticking a tit in my face, the hole 9 yards. This shit went on for the first four days on the boat, she teased me every second of the day and night. It was a living hell. One night, it was a full moon. Very romantic night. We had been drinking a lot of wine and Kissandrea was talking to me again. We sat by each other hugging and looking at the night sky. She was wearing a little night shirt that came to the top of her ass cheeks and a pair of sheer white panties. " Daddy?" Kissandrea said, " I really meant what I said the other night in the motel room." " I know you did baby," I hugged her, " It’s just that Father and daughter’s shouldn’t do them kind of things." She turned to face me and said, " I don’t really give a shit," little tears formed in her eyes, " I don’t care Daddy, I love you as a woman. I have every sense that night in the shower." With a little laugh I said, " I guess I should have locked the door?" Kissandrea rubbed my thigh, " It wouldn’t have made a deference," her hand found my cock, " I’ve been in love with you………….." My cell phone rang. " Hello?" I said. It was Linda, " Hi, how’s everything going?" " We’re doing good, we have a great boat. It’s all stocked up, food, drinks everything," I paused, " We just need you here to make things right." After a long silence, " I have soon bad news," Linda went on, " Something came up, Citco got called in for a audit. It mite take two weeks to get all the records together." I was mad, " I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU. I TOLD YOU THIS WAS IT, YOU COME HERE OR WE ARE OVER." Linda just yelled back at me, " YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE, LEAVE. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK." " GOOD, I WILL BITCH, GO FUCK YOUR COMPUTERS, ADDING MACHINES EVERYTHING." And I through my phone in the lake. Kissandrea just sat there giggling, " That’s fucking telling her Dad," She took a big drink of wine, " Don’t get mad at me but, last year I went to Mom’s office for lunch…….." I looked at her, " AND?" Tears were in her eyes, " Daddy she was fucking that slime ball, Bill." "Oh yuck, and I did it with her after him……." I said and made a funny face, " Well, it’s all over now." Kissandrea looked into my eyes with that lustful look and ask, " So, does this mean your single and looking for a hot, sexy young woman?" "Do you know any off hand?," And I pulled her on my lap, "You know, you mite fill my needs." Shocked Kissandrea said, " I mite fill your needs?," She leaned to me, " I need you Daddy." "Oh baby," My hands found her breast, "I need you baby." I stood up, taking Kissandrea, my daughter in my arms. Her wish of me loving her were going to come true. To Be Continued... The Vacation Ch. 2 “Glad you enjoyed it. Lisa tells me you might be interested in a little more than a massage, did you like what you just saw?” Vanessa’s voice had an authoritative and hypnotic quality to it. Ann found herself nodding. “Well then, why don’t we go back to our villa? We can all get a lot more comfortable there?” Vanessa suggested. Ann accompanied the two women back to their villa, it was the furthest east from the main motel, only 100 yards from the nude beach. Lisa was all over her on the way, flirting with her, touching, rubbing, and at one point taking her behind a palm and kissing her deeply. Vanessa smiled in approval as she watched Lisa tease Ann, Ann would be ready for pleasuring in any way they wished. Ann felt a burning inside her, like an intense rush of adrenaline, as Lisa made continual advances then backed off. Lisa handled her aggressively and she found herself responding to that. Most of her female lovers were virgins and she controlled the pace and the action. Lisa would have none of that, her hands, fingers, and mouth lightly probing every orifice of Ann’s body. During their kiss Lisa had pushed down Ann’s shorts to just over her hips. Ann felt hands clasp her butt cheeks then cried out involuntarily as Lisa penetrated her ass hole with the tip of her finger. Lisa smiled at Ann’s outcry, then resumed kissing her, their tongues flicking, chasing, and probing. When they finally reached the villa Ann was visibly flushed, her body ached to be fucked. Vanessa kissed her as they entered the villa, then pulled off her shirt. “Lisa, why don’t you prepare yourself to finish what you’ve started here, I’ll finish getting Ann ready.” Vanessa motioned to the bedroom and Lisa disappeared. She then looked into Ann’s eyes, eyes that betrayed her desire and a hint of fear. “I think you want Lisa to fuck you, don’t you? And I think you like it just a little bit rough, but let us know if we get to…to intense for you.” Vanessa soothed. “We want you to enjoy your time with us.” “Oh, yes…” Ann mumbled, barely audible. Vanessa slowly pulled off Ann’s shorts and cum soaked panties. Her swollen pussy was dripping as Vanessa’s tongue laved around it. Ann’s clit stood out from its hood and she moaned as Vanessa flicked it lightly. “Please eat me…I want it so bad,” she pleaded. Vanessa ignored the plea, her hands roving to Ann’s breasts, her dark aureola pulled taut with her excitement, her erect nipples raised a full inch or more. Fondling them lightly Vanessa smiled, she handled Ann with a caring softness, exactly the opposite of Lisa’s advances. She knew it would heighten Ann’s passion as her body yearned for fulfillment, for the elusive release through orgasm. Vanessa led Ann to the bedroom. Lisa had slipped on a sheer black negligee, over crotchless black silk panties and thigh high black stockings. She was lying on a massive king-size bed, lightly fingering herself while waiting. “Why don’t you two…play for awhile,” Vanessa suggested. “I’ll be back…and Lisa, don’t make her come just yet.” Ann’s look of dismay at the last comment pleased Vanessa. She left the room. Lisa immediately took over pulling Ann down beside her, resuming the rough foreplay Ann found so desirable. They kissed and caressed each other, Lisa using her powerful compact body to move on top and press Ann flat on the bed. She aggressively sucked Ann’s hard nipples, alternating between them, sucking and drawing on them until Ann cried out. Lisa’s hands felt the smooth texture of Ann’s skin as they roved over her body, which seemed to undulate with every touch. Ann shuddered as Lisa caressed her inner thighs and ran her hand lightly over her pubic mound. Lisa gazed directly at Ann the whole time watching her reaction, gauging the intensity, ensuring the release she was seeking remained elusive. Ann felt as if her body was slowly melting into Lisa’s, the immediate urgency replaced by a more satisfying sensation. A feeling that she wished could last forever until Lisa would reawaken the inferno inside her, a fire that could only be quenched one way. Lisa turned her over on her back and kissed the back of her neck, neither noticed Vanessa as she slipped back into the room. Vanessa smiled as she looked at the two women. She watched as Lisa expertly laved around Ann’s neck and shoulders, she had taught her well. But it was time, neither would be able to suppress it much longer. “Lisa, you have done a wonderful job…Hasn’t she Ann?” Vanessa said smiling. Ann moved to her side and turned around to look at Vanessa. Vanessa stood at the end of the bed. She too was wearing a sheer negligee, a bright red color, over matching bra with nipple openings, and crotchless panties. Ann noticed something else, a large, black cock shaped dildo hanging from a harness around Vanessa’s waist. ‘Show time’, she thought as Vanessa joined her on the bed. Lisa slid off the bed, smiled at Vanessa, and quietly left the room. Ann frowned as she noticed Lisa departing. “Ahhh, you like my Lisa don’t you?” Vanessa whispered. “Don’t worry, she’ll be back in a minute, I promised her she could have you.” Ann’s eyes widened. “Yes dear, as we left the pool today she told me she wanted you. As for myself, I want to fuck your friend Brandy, I’m hoping we can make that happen before we leave in a few days.” Vanessa spread Ann’s legs as she talked and slowly slid the head of the cock along her slit. Ann moaned as Vanessa shifted and the head of the cock penetrated her. “There, that feel good?” Vanessa smiled then laughed softly as the look in Ann’s eyes was all the response she needed. Ann’s wet pussy took the cock eagerly and before long all eight inches was buried in her. Vanessa began to slowly pump it in and out and Ann’s body responded, moving with her. Lisa returned to the room and lay by Ann’s side kissing and caressing her face. “I want you on top of Vanessa,” Lisa commanded. Vanessa rolled off to the side and lay on her back, Ann rose to mount her. As she did she noticed that Lisa now had a dildo strapped on as well. Hers was short, black and tapered to the tip, a butt plug. Ann moaned as Lisa directed her onto Vanessa’s cock and it slid deep inside her. Vanessa began to move beneath her slowly fucking her from below. Lisa moved in behind Ann, straddling over Vanessa’s legs. Ann could feel hot breath from behind as Lisa leaned into her, wrapping her hands around her to her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples. “Now my little bitch, ride her, ride her hard!” Lisa ordered. Ann began thrusting down on Vanessa’s huge phallus and soon was in synch with Vanessa’s thrusts from below. Lisa roughly pinched and pulled Ann’s nipples as her body rose to the very tip of the dildo and then thrust down hard upon it. “Oh…oh…oh…” Ann gasped with each penetration. “That’s it…keep going…faster,” Lisa encouraged. Vanessa’s hips rose off the bed as she drove the cock deeper and harder into Ann’s pussy. She could feel the warm flow of Anne’s juices on her inner thighs. Lisa’s hands left Ann’s breasts and were quickly replaced by Vanessa’s who resumed pinching and rolling her engorged nipples. Swollen and sore Ann felt stabs of pain, then an intense feeling of pleasure travelling from her nipples to her pussy. Lisa leaned back from behind her and began running her hands and fingers down her back. Her fingers lingered at Ann’s ass hole and she spat in it for lubrication. Ann could feel Lisa’s finger penetrating her from behind, tensing briefly she then relaxed, and Lisa worked her middle finger well into her anal canal. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…god that feels good…” Ann cried out. Her body was in overdrive, Vanessa’s cock in her from below and Lisa fingering her ass. She could feel the orgasm building like no other she had had before. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Ann pleaded as she began to gulp for air, her chest heaved and beads of sweat formed between her breasts. Vanessa smiled at the sight of Ann’s beautiful tits, glistening with sweat, as they swayed from her body. “It’s time Lisa, time for take this little bitch where she’s never been before,” Vanessa instructed. Lisa removed her finger and rose to a squatting position. Vanessa drove her hips off the bed and held it until Lisa inserted her butt plug in Ann’s ass. Then the two of them began rhythmically pumping Ann, double penetrating her in perfect unison. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…,” Ann screamed, the intensity of the action driving her relentlessly to orgasm. Ann closed her eyes, clawed at the bed, her body shook as Lisa and Vanessa began to alternate their thrusts. One second a cock drove up into her pussy, the next another drove into her ass. And suddenly Ann felt herself floating, suspended in time, and then the orgasm hit her, an overwhelming surge from within drove a torrent of juices from her. Vanessa and Lisa stopped with both cocks buried deep, Ann twitched and squirmed as her body convulsed in aftershocks until she finally crawled forward, and collapsed exhausted on the bed. “Comfort her dear…it’ll take a while for her recover from that one,” Ann heard Vanessa tell Lisa as she left the room. Lisa wrapped Ann in her arms and held her close. I watched Ann’s eyes as she concluded her story. She had indeed been fucked exquisitely by the two women, and I had never seen her as thoroughly satisfied sexually with any other woman, or myself for that matter. “Looks like we could have an interesting couple of days until those two go home,” I said. “Bill, I need a favor. Please arrange to take Ken to the casino tomorrow. I promised to bring Brandy and meet with Vanessa and Lisa for a drink around the pool in the afternoon.” Ann’s eyes pleaded. My eyes met hers, I hesitated then nodded slowly, I simply couldn’t say no. “Thank you,” she said as she threw her arms around me. This was going to be a long vacation. * * * * * To Be Continued in The Vacation Chapter 3: Ken’s Discovery. All comments welcome. The Vacation Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Ken’s Discovery It was a short drive from our resort to the old town where life’s pace was, at its height, unhurried. We drove in an open Land Rover, the cool sea breeze feeling good against sunburned skin…all of us had taken in just a little too much sun over the past five days. The caramel colored beach soon gave way to more rugged terrain as the land made out to a point before rounding into the sheltered harbor. An ancient fort stood in ruins, weeds and brush covering rusted gun mounts, where cannons once guarded the narrow channel opening. The natives built it under Spanish occupation, the English captured it, and sometime ago all had lost interest. I glanced at my beautiful wife Ann, her jet black hair blowing freely out of the side of the transport. Her eyes met mine, a big smile, I knew she had been having a great time. Our friends, Ken and Brandy, were sitting behind us, engrossed in the scenery. Ken had his arm draped lazily over his young wife’s shoulders, he looked more relaxed than I had seen him in years. And Brandy, a blonde goddess if ever there was one, laughed aloud as Ken whispered to her. All in all I was very pleased. I had arranged this week long vacation to one of our favorite Caribbean resorts. While we could now afford to go just about anywhere this resort had attracted us back year after year. I invited Ken, a long time business associate, and his wife to join us. Perhaps, for just once since I had known him, Ken would relax. He was a tireless worker, one that those around him were often to remark, “He’s a great guy to work for…if you can take the beating.” And there was the potential complication of Ann’s attraction to Brandy. The two had met at a company function and had become good friends, a friendship that led to them becoming lovers. Ann’s bisexuality was something I accepted and did not discourage. She was very discrete in her relationships and I had no reason to distrust her with Brandy. We had spent almost a week at the resort, a time that had all four of us together sharing a private villa, and I was sure that Ken was none the wiser of their relationship. The week had not been uneventful. We had no sooner arrived than Ann and Brandy made friends with a lesbian couple, Vanessa and Lisa, who had seduced Ann the very first day. She confided in me that their making love to her was like no other experience she had had before. The aggressive Lisa and the confident Vanessa had double penetrated her and brought her to a series of incredible orgasms. The two women had had to leave suddenly, the next day, as a result of a death in Lisa’s family, but had exchanged E-mail information for a possible future encounter. Things calmed down after that eventful first day and despite complaining about Ken’s filling up our schedule we had to admit we enjoyed all of the activities. Ann had told me that “Brandy loves cock as much as she loves pussy”, and “Ken will have all he can handle and more.” As usual my beautiful wife was right. She and Brandy had worked out a schedule of their own, which typically had Ken and I receiving attention first thing in the morning. We would then leave to get breakfast while the women ‘slept’ a little longer. Ann’s accounts of her mornings with Brandy had little to do with sleep. Heading inland from the coast the Rover flew down the narrow roadway. The dense brush along each side gave way to an expansive sugar cane field, the native’s bright colored clothing contrasting with the lush green field. An open flatbed truck, filled with native workers on their way into the plantation, came uncomfortably close as it passed us. The outline of the old town was discernable in the distance. The whitewashed mansions of wealthy foreigners, most of who maintained a residence to qualify for the island’s tax laws, dotted the hills around the town. As we drew nearer it became painfully evident that most of the old town was a slum, small rivers of untreated sewage flowing openly on the streets. We passed a site where a small bridge was being built, under construction for the past three years. There was little doubt as to why. An old man sat by himself, his broad rimmed straw hat protecting him from the hot sun. He wielded a small mallet, crushing small boulders into rocks for the roadbed. Three workers looked on idly from the shade underneath the bridge. “They’ll be building that bridge for another ten years at that rate,” remarked Ken as he shook his head. “A different sense of time and priorities Ken, the men are happy for the work, and the longer it takes the longer they get paid…as long as they are content with their life they are millionaires,” I commented philosophically. We arrived in the merchant area a few minutes later. Several upscale shops selling fine bone china, fine liquors, imported fashions, antiques, and native arts and crafts dotted the narrow streets. Ann and Brandy immediately headed for the shops while Ken and I headed to the infamous island market. One could buy almost anything there I suspected, and nothing had a firm price. It was time to haggle and I knew Ken was a master. This would be fun. Entering the market was an eerie experience. The merchants appear nonchalant, almost uninterested in your presence…but they see your every move. For some unknown reason you start talking in hushed tones as if you are in a place of reverence. Then suddenly, as you stare at an item just a bit too long, a voice crackles in a distinct island accent. “You be interested in a straw hat mon? I make you de best deal in de market…come on in, let me show you…” the merchant emerges to literally herd you into his area. The market seems to explode in a cacophony of sound, several large, stern-looking native women talk at the top of their voices all calling you into their space. “You no be wanting to deal with dat man…come with me,” they insist. Ken looked at me in bewilderment. The first merchant gives all the women a look of defiance and continues his pitch. “You want bags mon…I have de finest straw bags in de market. Come on in, that’s it mon, never mind dem,” he cries as he hustles you away from the others. As if on cue, the others become quiet, and you realize you are now into the merchant’s space, his alone, and away from the neutral zone where you are fair game to them all. The merchant continues his pitch. He shows us several bags until Ken, who has looked the place over carefully, picks out a finely woven bag for Brandy and offers $10. “Oh no mon, not that bag…that bag not for sale,” the merchant insists. Ken looks him straight in the eye. “My apologies, I thought you were selling straw bags, we’ll not bother you again.” We both start to leave. “Wait…wait a minute…that is de finest bag I have, $25 mon,” the merchant’s voice rises as he senses his sale is about to walk. Ken ignores him completely and keeps going. A few of the other merchants are now standing, waiting for us to cross that invisible barrier out of their competitor’s area. “$20 mon!” the merchant shrieks. Ken stops abruptly. Looking at the merchant he says, “My offer is $10, if you want $20 you’ll have to include the hat over there,” Ken points to a finely woven straw hat, easily Brandy’s size. The merchant hesitates. Ken turns to me nonchalantly, “Let’s go, this guy doesn’t want to deal.” “Okay, okay, $20 for de bag and de hat,” the merchant says quickly, a note of resignation in his voice. “Thank you,” Ken smiles as he pulls out a $20. The merchant’s eyes widen as he sees the rest of the cash in Ken’s wallet. “You like beautiful women mon? Let me introduce you to my sisters…” Ken and I turned to one another and laughed, then waved goodbye to the anxious merchant as we left. “Don’t stop until we get right the hell out of here,” I said to Ken as we walked briskly out of the market. “That was an experience,” Ken remarked as we eased up, having moved far enough away from the market. “It sure was, and you didn’t disappoint. Hell, I paid $20 a piece for the same combination two years ago.” “How much did you pay for the sisters?” Ken teased. “Oh, they were part of the deal,” I smiled, getting my own back. Ken just shook his head. We met Ann and Brandy at a local café where we all chuckled about the experience in the market. Brandy was pleased with Ken’s purchases however Ken’s eyes widened then darkened in anger when she remarked, “Too bad you couldn’t get the sisters thrown into the deal, then we would really have a good time.” Ann shot me a quick look in alarm, I simply sat there. In a moment Ken relaxed, and the tension passed. On our way back to the resort in the Land Rover we stopped for awhile to look at the ruins of the old fort and take in the panorama of the harbor. When the women were out of earshot Ken turned to me. “Bill, have you noticed anything odd about Brandy?” Ken asked. “Odd? In what way?” I replied with a question. “Well, like that remark at the café. I got the impression she ‘wanted’ the women, didn’t you?” “Why no…well I suppose you could…you could maybe think that but…no…no way,” I stammered my way out of it. At that moment we were interrupted by Ann and Brandy, it was time to return to the Rover. I breathed a sigh of relief, there is no way I wanted to prolong my conversation with Ken, not on that subject. The resort had a beautiful open-air terrace where every evening there was dinner and dancing to a live orchestra. It always amazed me the way the local musicians seemed to be so versatile. They played almost any request, jazz, pop, rock ‘n roll, and island favorites. There appeared to be no recurrence of the afternoon’s uneasiness and Ken had said nothing further to me. Ken was drinking more than usual, the ornately uniformed wine steward, with his gold tasting cup fastened to his belt via a gold chain, had been by several times to refresh our supply. However, he showed no ill effects, if anything he seemed in more of a party mood than he had been in all week. Ann and I were dancing when I felt a sudden tap on the shoulder. Ken stood there grinning, “May I?” I smiled and made my way to the bar for something a little harder than wine. Looking around I could no longer see Ken and Ann, no doubt lost in the sea of bodies on the floor. I joined Brandy back at our table and was well into the rum and coke when they reappeared. Ann gave me a quick look and smiled. I knew something was up. My curiosity was getting the better of me when Ken and Brandy finally left to dance. “Okay, what’s the scoop,” I asked quickly. Ann almost broke out in laughter, her hand up to her face in restraint. “What’s so funny?” “You’ll not believe what Ken just asked me to do,” Ann grimaced again as she stifled laughter. “Try me…come on, they’ll be back before you get to tell me,” I insisted. “Ken thinks Brandy has bisexual urges,” Ann started, “And the best part is he wants me to keep an eye on her for him.” She laughed out loud, and I must admit, I did too. I finally said, “So what did you tell him?” “I told him I would and, in the interest of our friendship, would try to spend more time with her in the future,” Ann sputtered in laughter as she said it. “Ann, this really isn’t good,” I said soberly, shaking my head. “Well what was I to tell him, I fuck his wife at least twice a week, suck her clit until she screams and comes all over my face,” Ann said facetiously. “He is so naïve.” “Well maybe it’s time he became a little less naïve, maybe it’s time for some education.” “And some reality,” Ann finished my sentence. “Okay then, and tonight is the night. Why don’t you and Brandy decide to go back to the villa…for a moonlit swim off the nude beach area. There won’t be a soul there and even if there is, they’ll be busy. I’ll bring Ken along a little later and he can observe what you two do alone,” I outlined. “What if he gets violent, you saw his eyes today?” Ann’s objection was understandable. “I’ll handle that if necessary. But I don’t think he’ll get violent, some men fantasize about their wife being taken by another man or woman, it can be a powerful turn on.” I spoke confidently and Ann responded positively. She liked the plan. At that point Ken and Brandy rejoined us. We talked and danced a little while longer. Finally Ann looked in my direction and I nodded. “Brandy, how about an ocean swim, in the moonlight? Ken and Bill can join us later if they want to stay a little longer,” Ann asked. Brandy immediately looked to Ken for approval, Ken hesitated then glanced at Ann who gave him a look of confidence, an ‘it’s all right’ type of expression. “Go ahead honey…watch out for sharks,” teased Ken, as Ann and Brandy left to go back to the villa. Ken leaned over to me, “I’ve asked your wife a big favor,” he said in a hushed, serious tone. “I want her to spend some time with Brandy…and let me know what she thinks.” “Thinks about what?” I asked innocently. “About Brandy’s interest in women. It wasn’t just the comment she made earlier today at the café, I’ve suspected something for sometime.” Ken explained. “I was home one day and while Brandy was out a package was delivered. It wasn’t specifically addressed so I opened it. I couldn’t believe it, it was one of those leather harnesses with a giant dildo, had to be eight inches long, and thick. She had bought it over the Internet, from an online toy and video shoppe on a web site.” “Did you talk to Brandy about it?” I asked but Ken kept going. “Then I checked out the web site, literotica.com, it’s filled with erotic stories, poetry, pictures. The browser highlighted several stories in the Lesbian section as being read.” Ken’s voice was rising. “Did you talk to Brandy about it?” I demanded, raising my voice enough for emphasis. “Well no…I thought about it, but…but I couldn’t approach her, I didn’t know what or how. I was hoping I might learn more about her needs, her desires, on vacation here…but she seems very content. I just don’t understand it at all.” Ken stumbled through in a mystified tone. “Perhaps, it’s time…,” I paused as Ken looked at me, “Perhaps it’s time you got to know your wife’s sexual desires. What if she likes women, likes to have sex with women, how does that affect your relationship…your marriage?” Ken thought for minute. “I hear what you are saying. Brandy and I get on just fine, best sex I’ve ever had, but I just don’t get the having sex with women thing.” “You mean her bisexuality,” I corrected. “Many women desire other women sexually, I don’t think any man can know the attraction there might be other than to relate it to the one we have for women. When you think of it in those terms, I think you can…or at least I can…see the attraction.” Ken eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “Bill, you seem to have a handle on this…no, no…not Ann?” His voice almost pleading. “She isn’t?” I nodded. “And she and Brandy?” I kept nodding. “Man, do I feel like a sap, where have I been?” Ken shook his head. “What about here on vacation?” “Every morning, after we head out for breakfast.” I answered. “And probably right now, out on the beach.” Ken’s eyes grew wide. “Right now?” “If we hurry I bet we might just catch them,” I said as I rose to leave. “I don’t believe this…I just don’t believe this,” Ken muttered as he left with me. After having spent many hours making love on the beach I knew just where to look for Ann and Brandy. Ann knew I was planning to ‘catch’ them in the act and I was counting on her ability to pace the action so Ken would get a good look at his wife, giving and receiving love from another woman. As we approached the nude bathing area I told Ken to stay behind me. We walked furtively along the beach, moving swiftly and silently, the only sound from the light waves lapping at the shore. Ann and I had a favorite spot for lovemaking, in a small alcove surrounded by sufficient palm brush to give it privacy. There was just enough clearing in the brush to see out to the water, the moonlight dancing off the surface, and bathing the area in a wan glow. As we approached the alcove I put my finger to my lips to signal quiet and then crouched down as we crept closer. I signaled Ken to move up beside me. Reaching out I grasped a rather large palm leaf and drew it back giving us a clear view of the alcove. The silhouettes of two beautiful women, locked in a passionate embrace, were clearly visible. As our eyes adjusted to the moonlight it was like watching shadows, variations of gray scale, as their two bodies moved as one. I noticed one of silhouettes staring briefly in our direction, Ann knew we were there. My wife likes to put on a show and wasn’t about to disappoint. She loved to talk dirty. “What would Ken think if he knew what kind of a slut you are for me?” Ann taunted. “How I can make you scream when you come? Ann’s arm movements made it obvious she was fingering Brandy’s pussy. Brandy was already breathing unevenly, her body moving, grinding herself into Ann’s fingers. Ann picked up the pace and as Brandy’s juices rose a distinct sloshing sound emanated from the action. “Oh God…Ann, like that, just like that,” whispered Brandy, her voice fervent with desire. I turned to Ken, an incredulous look on his face. Ann began varying her action, occasionally dipping her fingers deep into Brandy’s hot pussy. “Ohhhhhh,” a passionate moan escaped from Brandy as Ann’s fingers twisted and turned inside her. Ken shifted restlessly, even in the flat light I could see his face darken, only it was clearly not anger, his expression gave away his lust. Watching his wife get fucked was having the effect I thought it would. Ken was getting hot, and hard I suspected. “Ummm…you want it harder?” Ann was teasing now, in full control. I felt myself becoming fully aroused as I watched her. “Harder…please Ann, harder…don’t stop,” Brandy was pleading, breathless, her body thrusting against Ann’s fingers. Ann’s other hand fondled Brandy’s breasts, lightly pulling her taut nipples. Brandy was drawing close to orgasm. “That’s it my sweet…come for me, come for me hard,” Ann urged as she continued her relentless assault. “Oh God, yeah…yeah…I’m coming,” Brandy’s scream pierced the humid night air. Her body convulsed in an orgasm, a massive wave of passion followed by a series of short, but intense, after shocks. Ann withdrew her hand and then gently embraced Brandy, kissing her, as they slowly lay down. The dark silhouettes were motionless, only the light sound of the waves interrupted the silence. Ken seemed frozen, his eyes intent upon the two women lying before him. I could feel my throbbing manhood, I thought I was going to explode. Suddenly there was a slight movement, then another. Then a sound, muffled but sustained, Ken and I turned to one another…it was the two women, giggling. We heard Ann say, “Well boys, how was that? Can your women get it on or what?” “I’ll be damned…” exclaimed Ken to which we all started to laugh. “That was hot!” “Thank your wife…she’s my inspiration,” Ann told him. “Now Bill has some unfinished business to attend to, back at the villa. We’ll leave you two to our little outdoor spot.” As Ann and I walked back to the villa I stopped her. Holding her close, her warm sensuous body pressing against mine, I kissed her deeply and passionately. Finally we released, she looked deep into my eyes. “Think we could get them into swinging?” Ann asked mischievously. “Next vacation…” I smiled. To Be Continued... The Vacation Ch. 3 For Popeye, and Kissandrea * * * * * "Oh Daddy," Kissandrea moaned, " TAKE ME..." I held her in my arms as I walked into my bedroom and gently laid her on my bed. Taking in all her youthful beauty. Knowing she was to be mine, all mine. I pulled Kissandrea to the side of the bed, spreading her legs. My tongue began licking over her soft panties, I love teasing a woman before I eat her up. My tongue worked over her wet panties just taking her to the edge of an orgasm. I gently pulled her panties off and continued to work her shaved, young pussy. I licked the tender pink folds of her womanhood slowly, enjoying it to the fullest. Working each inch of her flesh into ecstasy, as my tongue roamed. Little by little my licking and sucking of her love flesh increased. Bringing her youthful body closer and closer to her first orgasm with me, her father. My hands roamed her body, up, down, all around. Finding her full breast and very hard nipples. My fingers caressed her soft but, hard nipple buds. Rolling them in my fingers, adding to Kissandrea’s building internal fires. My sucking of her love flesh increased when I found her "love button". Sucking it into my mouth, while flicking it with my hot tongue, Kissandrea was ready to burst right before me. I drove my tongue in her, " OH DADDY... YES... YES" Kissandrea screamed. Her hips were thrashing around and grinding in my face. I had to hold her down so I could finish eating out her love tunnel. Then she came, in a deep voice she moaned, " OH DADDY... YES... YES... OH YES... EAT ME... EAT ME." My tongue drove deeper and deeper into her body. She pushed her spasming pussy into my face as I consumed her. My mouth covered her and I sucked her pussy lips and her hardened clit. She started cumming again, " Oh Daddy... your so good... do it... do it...," her hands pulled my head harder into her pussy, " Eat me... yes... yes" After a few moments I stood in front of her, placing my swollen manhood at Kissandrea’s wet love opening. "You ready baby doll? You ready to be my woman." I said as I pushed my thick cock deep inside her young body. I moaned and whispered to my daughter, " Your my woman..." "Oh yes Daddy... Take me..." Kissandrea said, pushing her hips into my cock. I pulled her long slender legs up on my shoulders, driving my hard, pulsing shaft deeper in her tender love canal. She was wet, hot and needed some " DADDY COCK". With long full deep strokes my manhood took her flesh, her love and made her mine. Filling her body with the cock that had made her, not many years ago, was loving her. Kissandrea’s arms and legs wrapped around my body as I continued working my love shaft in and out of her body. Slowly, in and out my cock took my daughter’s love. Deep and so easy the thick man cock made it’s way into the tender inner parts of Kissandrea’s love nest. Caressing the inner folds of her hot and wanting flesh. As I moved in and out of her young body, I could again feel her inner fires of lust building as it did before. Knowing soon, very soon, this youthful woman would bursting with another phenomenal orgasm. My mancock worked in and out of her love tunnel like a tuned piston. Her love muscles clutching the hardened cock, commanding it, and controlling it, in the precise position. Faster, faster I worked my steel hardened cock in and of Kissandrea’s inflamed body. Her inner fires needed to be extinguished, now... "OH... OOOHHHHHHH... DADDDDDDDDDDYY." Kissandrea screamed, " DAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY..." I held her burning hips down, I began to drive, thrust, ram my cock meat in and out of her body. Harder and faster than I had ever done to a woman in my life. I needed my baby girl’s pussy worse than she needed my cock. All of the women, beaver, pussy what ever you call it I’ve had in my life, none, and I mean none came close to this beautiful lady. Our bodies moved as one, like we had been loving each other for years. Our pace was fast, full, we needed each others love. I had been alone sense my wife started her business. Kissandrea as far as I knew had only been with one " Dirt Ball " guy. Last year for her birthday, She knew him from school or someplace. Our bodies were ready to explode when, Kissandrea started to cum. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHhh DDDDDAAAAAAADYYYYYY YES, YES, YES." She screamed, " TAKE ME... TAKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Her hips thrashed wildly around, ramming my hard cock deep into her hot love canal. Her nails digging into my back drawing blood. As I pumped her, " YES... YES... DADDY... OH YES... DO IT..." Kissandrea kept screaming. She had calmed down when my cock was ready to blow my seeds inside my " BABY GIRL ". I hadn’t had a piece of ass this good in my life. And she was my daughter. Kissandrea must have felt my cock grow or something, she began talking to me, " Oh Daddy, you ready? Fill me up Daddy, fill your daughter full of cum." I started cumming hard, jet after jet of my hot cum shot deep inside my baby girls body. Filling her with the same seeds that made her. "Cum on, Daddy fill Kissandrea up... fill your daughter full of cum." She whispered. We made love into the next day, only stopping for a short time. We went home later that week. Not to stay but, to get our things from the house. We moved on our own houseboat and still do to this day, not as Father and Daughter, but as MAN AND HIS WIFE. The Vacation Ch. 4 Chapter 4: Las Vegas Getaway This is a continuation of The Vacation, chapters 1-3 are recommended reading. * * * * * Vanessa smiled as she put down the phone. The arrangements were finalized for a getaway to Las Vegas. The three day, four night stay would be fun in itself, but this trip promised to be special. She and her partner Lisa were lesbians, sharing a relationship that was anything but monogamous. They had met, on a recent trip to the Caribbean, two bisexual women, Ann and Brandy, vacationing with their husbands. Ann had spent a particularly passionate, erotic afternoon with them. Afterward they made plans to get together the next day, but a death in Lisa’s family, which resulted in them departing suddenly, frustrated their intentions. Vanessa recognized Ann as being the more influential of the two women and developed communication with them through her. When she initiated the discussion about the trip to Las Vegas Ann had been very enthusiastic and quickly proposed timeframes much sooner than Vanessa had anticipated. “I take it we’re going to Las Vegas,” Lisa said cheerfully as she entered the bedroom. Freshly showered, she wore only a towel around her. About 5’4” tall, Lisa, in her mid-thirties, had a compact, muscular body. Her breasts, 34B, were not large but firm and high. Pierced nipples drew attention away from their size. She had numerous tattoos including one just above her cleanly shaved pubic mound spelling out the name ‘Vanna’. She shook her still damp short brown hair. “I thought you were going to come into the shower with me,” her voice seductive with a hint of tease. “Details my sweet…looking after details. Yes, we’re going to Vegas, in ten days time no less,” Vanessa replied. “Feeling neglected already? We made love last night…” Vanessa was in her mid-forties, but could easily pass for ten years younger. She was just over 5’6” tall, with dark brown hair, light skin, lithe body, and large firm breasts, about a 36D. A hint of extra weight on her stomach and hips was always well hidden as Vanessa had a taste for fine clothes, and the money to satisfy it. “That…was last night,” Lisa stated letting the towel slip from around her as she moved onto the bed. Vanessa, wearing only a silk robe loosely tied around her waist, moved to sit up but Lisa quickly met her, arms surrounding her, kissing her hard on the lips. Lisa pushed her gently but forcefully onto her back, then swung on top, straddling her. “Didn’t get enough…” Vanessa started to say. “I can never get enough of you,” Lisa interrupted as she playfully tugged at the knot in the tie holding the front of Vanessa’s robe. As the knot relented Lisa spread the robe open, then skillfully moved her hands up underneath the silk, sensuously caressing Vanessa’s abdomen up to her breasts. Vanessa shook her head. “Lisa, don’t start what you can’t finish…I have to be out of here within the hour,” Vanessa said firmly. Lisa sighed deeply and gave her a look of disappointment. “Later then,” she said softly. “Absolutely later,” Vanessa smiled and kissed her as she rose to make her way to the shower. * * * * * “Our plans are set for Las Vegas,” Ann commented as Bill walked in from the patio. “Great…that’s one trip I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall. The four of you in Vegas, think you’ll even make it to the casino?” Bill teased. “Well if we don’t…I’m sure no one will care,” Ann retorted sarcastically. “How do you think Ken will react?” Bill was a friend and business associate of Ken, Brandy’s husband. Ken had only recently discovered his wife’s bisexuality, and unlike Bill, was not entirely comfortable with it. “If Brandy’s smart she’ll just go and tell him about it later…Ken’s travel schedule has been brutal, I think he’s in Singapore right now, half way through an Asia Pacific trip,” Bill answered. “Beer?” he offered as he headed to the refrigerator. “No, thanks, but a wine cooler would be nice. Didn’t we make any progress with Ken while in the Caribbean? Brandy said they had the best sex ever after he discovered she was bi.” “Old habits die hard sweetheart…it didn’t take long for Ken to get back to his first, and only, true love,” Bill commented as he handed Ann a cooler. “Yeah, his business, or more accurately, his money. The man is impossible. A gorgeous, attentive, sexy wife and the guy ignores her,” Ann said, a note of disgust in her voice. “What are you complaining about?” Bill laughed. “You’re the benefactor of Ken’s neglect.” After their first encounter together Ann and Brandy had become lovers, a fact Bill was well aware of. Ann customarily shared the details of her female relationships with her husband, who was supportive of her pursuing and exploring her bisexuality. “Maybe so…but Brandy’s a good friend and I hate to see her marriage dissolve in a pool of disinterest,” Ann replied. Bill could see her concern was genuine. He reached out and drew her to him. “Hey…they’ll work it out. Ken’s a smart guy, he won’t let his second marriage collapse and Brandy, well…I think she’s much stronger and independent minded than any one gives her credit for.” Bill said softly, his words comforting. “In the meantime you hot bitches are going to Vegas!” he teased, lightening the moment. They both laughed as Ann playfully swatted at him. * * * * * Ann peered out of the aircraft’s window as they slowly descended over the White Hills mountain range in northwestern Arizona. She had flown to Las Vegas before on business, usually for a trade show or convention, but had never taken the time to pay much attention. Now she sat engrossed in the sights below her. The dusty brown colored, barren, arid hills giving way to the deep blue of Lake Mead as they passed over Hoover Dam. And the urban sprawl of Las Vegas itself, one of America’s fastest growing cities, evident below her as the big airliner began its final approach into McCarran International Airport. She looked over to Brandy, a stunning, blonde haired, blue eyed, pale skinned beauty. About 5’8” she was a little short and a little too curvaceous to be a model. They had renewed their mile high club membership, this time Brandy being the aggressor. She had followed Ann to the washroom and slipped into the narrow stall with her. They kissed passionately for a few moments then Brandy dropped to her knees. She knew Ann didn’t wear panties, but had brought a pair she had bought just for this occasion. They were a size too small for Ann and made of stretchy material, perfect for holding something like a vibrator in just the right spot. As she slid them on she lightly fingered Ann’s pussy, noting it was already moist, her outer lips slightly swollen. She drew a small vibrator from her pocket and twisted it on. Brandy lifted up Ann’s skirt, moved the stretchy material of the panties aside, and placed the buzzing toy between her pussy lips, strategically over her clit. Replacing the panties over top to keep it in place, Brandy rose then pressed her full body into Ann’s, working her mid thigh into Ann’s crotch until she could feel the vibrator. Ann quivered slightly in response and began moaning softly as she began grinding her pussy into Brandy’s thigh. Brandy smiled as she watched her close friend and lover, the woman who had finally caused her to give in to her bisexual urges, slowly get off. Ann had brought her in touch with her own sexuality and she would always be grateful to her. She had truly enjoyed their love making but, of late, had felt somewhat unfulfilled. Perhaps this trip would help, Lisa and Vanessa were both hot, and could inject some excitement, variety, and a touch of perspective into their relationship. Ann’s moans grew louder as she approached orgasm. Brandy, sensing her being close, lifted up Ann’s light top exposing Ann’s beautiful large breasts, her dark brown nipples fully erect. Brandy leaned down to lightly flick each nipple with her tongue causing a distinct shiver through Ann’s body. “Suck on them Brandy…you know how I like it,” Ann implored. Brandy’s tongue lingered on a nipple, then her lips, her tongue moving to explore the ridges of Ann’s taut aureole. Slowly Brandy began sucking, drawing the nipple, the aureole, then a substantial portion of Ann’s breast into her mouth while her tongue continued to dance and tease. Then she let up, lightly biting Ann’s flesh as it retreated from her mouth. Ann had noticed a gradual change in Brandy, who had been more aggressive right from the start, to a woman who liked to take charge. More and more frequently it had been Brandy initiating when, where, and how they made love. Brandy seemed to intuitively know how to please her, slower, faster, sensitively, or animalistic. Her timing was perfect, more and more frequently Ann was brought to multiple orgasms leaving her totally drained and fully satiated. Ann also noticed that Brandy had less patience with her advances than in the past. Ann preferred to make love to her slowly, enjoying the foreplay, while Brandy seemed more interested in simply getting off. Ann’s moans became louder as each time Brandy sucked and lightly bit her nipples it was like an erotic pulse was sent through her. The vibrator had worked its magic, Ann’s clit and pussy became swollen, sodden, and ultra sensitive, her juices leaking out onto Brandy’s thigh as it pushed firmly against her. “Come for me Ann…come for me hard,” Brandy urged. She took Ann’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and twisted knowing it would give Ann a sharp pain then a sustained pleasurable sensation as it subsided. “Owww…” Ann cried out as Brandy twisted and pulled her nipples. But she was too far into the passion to care. “Want me to stop?” Brandy asked innocently. “No, please…make me come,” Ann begged, eager for the release only an orgasm could bring. Brandy dropped to her knees, moved Ann’s panties aside, then removed the vibrator. She inserted two fingers into Ann’s hot, wet core and placed her thumb on Ann’s swollen clit. “Okay, I want to hear you come. I want everyone on this airplane to know you’ve come,” Brandy commanded. Brandy began pumping her fingers into Ann, adding a third and fourth in rapid succession. Her thumb rubbed directly on Ann’s clit. She could feel Ann’s pussy as it began contracting involuntarily, then waves of warm cum as Ann gave into the orgasm. Ann felt like she had been split in half. Brandy knew just how to stimulate her, tease her, and draw her into an incredible sequence of orgasms. Her body shook as Brandy’s fingers drove into her and her knees buckled as Brandy’s thumb worked her clit. She felt her juices flowing and that fantastic feeling as aftershocks of the orgasm pulsed through her. Ann would have collapsed had there been room. Instead she leaned into Brandy, breathing heavily, fully spent. Ann’s thoughts were interrupted as the Captain’s announcement advised them to prepare for landing. A quick look out the window showed them rapidly descending. The hotels of Las Vegas Boulevard loomed larger from the gold plated Mandalay Bay in the west to the tower like structure of the Stratosphere in the east. In between lay the facades of modern architecture, each depicting a theme, and each to a grand scale raising the stakes in the casino business itself. In Las Vegas, gaming isn’t restricted to the slot machines, tables, or sports books, it’s a way of life. “Where were we to meet Lisa and Vanessa?” Brandy asked. “They should have landed an hour before us and said they’d meet us at the gate,” Ann replied as the plane jolted touching down hard on the runway. “Must be heat convection,” she muttered. “What?” Brandy gave her an inquiring look. “Heat convection. The desert gets very hot during the day and the asphalt runway even hotter. Causes the pilots a little grief on landing as the super heated air near the ground is less stable,” Ann explained. Brandy looked at her a moment. “Okay,” she said slowly, rolling her eyes slightly. * * * * * Ann and Brandy could feel the heat of the day as they walked up the breezeway to their gate. As they reached the entrance to the terminal building they saw Vanessa waiting for them. She greeted them enthusiastically, embracing each of them in turn, taking a little longer than what could be considered simply friendly. “I’m so glad we were able to get this trip together,” Vanessa grinned as she made the comment. “So are we…we missed being with you two in the Caribbean,” Ann replied. “We were sorry to hear about the passing of Lisa’s uncle.” “It was quite sudden…but he did have a history of heart trouble, and smoked and drank most of his seventy years. Died with his boots on though…having sex with his female companions,” Vanessa related as they walked toward the baggage claim. “Companions! Did I hear you right?” Brandy interjected. “Yes, companions. Turns out he was quite the lecher…had at least two women all the time, for his amusement and pleasure. Anyway, Lisa said he had a big smile on his face when she saw him at the funeral,” Vanessa said, a touch of humor in her voice. “Speaking of Lisa, where is she?” Ann asked. “She met this young thing on the plane…and you know Lisa, wanted to have her right then and there. In the spirit of vacationing in Las Vegas I bet her she couldn’t do it…” Vanessa explained. “And you lost,” Brandy interrupted. “Lost big time…Lisa had her sit with us in first class for awhile and teased the poor thing unmercifully. She finger fucked her right in the seat and made her come so hard the guy behind us wanted to know if everything was okay. When the poor thing got up to go back to her seat, she had a wet spot along the crotch of her cut-off jeans,” Vanessa laughed out loud. “So Lisa’s with her now, at the hotel?” Ann inquired, joining in the laughter. “Should be…” Vanessa smiled. “Well what are we waiting for…let’s get going,” Ann urged jokingly as the three women doubled their pace toward the baggage claim and ground transportation. * * * * * Vanessa had arranged for them to take a limousine from the airport to their hotel, one of the newer ones in the middle of ‘The Strip’. Despite the oppressive heat of the day there were tourists everywhere, bodies bobbing and weaving around bodies, in and out of casinos and hotels, and standing around enjoying the sights. The boulevard itself was clogged with traffic making it virtually impossible to get anywhere in a hurry by vehicle. However, the women quickly found themselves distracted by the audacious charms of Las Vegas. Indeed, where else on earth could one find a Coney Island roller coaster within walking distance of a half scale replica of the Eiffel Tower? “Look at that, what hotel is that?” Brandy asked as they passed a large gathering of tourists watching a show that can only be described as ‘dancing water’. “The Bellagio madam,” replied the driver with a distinct English accent. “Their water show is even more visually spectacular at night.” “Where’s the best place to get to see it? Is it always crowded on the street?” Ann inquired. “Yes, quite crowded actually. If I may recommend, the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower is directly across the street, a rather perfect vantage point I should think,” the driver remarked. “If you don’t get vertigo going up there,” Brandy observed straining to look up out of the window at the tower structure. The limousine finally pulled into their hotel. Vanessa had reserved a private luxury suite, not quite the caliber of the ones provided gratis to the high rollers risking thousands and sometimes, millions of dollars at the gaming tables, but very well appointed. Each of the women had their own oversized bedroom each with bath and shower facilities. They even traveled up to their floor in a private elevator. Lisa, to the collective chagrin of the women, had checked in but was not at the suite. “Call me on my cell when you get in,” Lisa said in the note she had left. Vanessa shrugged and crumpled up the note. “She’ll be back in a while…and she can tell us all about it. Champagne anyone? I had room service put some on ice for our arrival.” Vanessa poured them all champagne and they relaxed and enjoyed casual conversation. Ann noted that Vanessa seemed ever aware of things around her and was totally unhurried in her approach. She knew Vanessa wanted to seduce Brandy and wondered how long before she made a move. They all laughed when Ann related the story of Ken discovering she and Brandy on the final day of their Caribbean trip. Vanessa listened intently and seemed genuinely interested in Ken’s reactions to Brandy after they got back from the trip. A smile crept on her face as Brandy spoke of Ken’s sudden interest in their love life only to have it broken by his continual absence for business travel. It brought back memories of her own past, her own experience had been similar, some years ago. She had never really rejected men in her life, so much as men had rejected her, so she had tried women and had found greater satisfaction and happiness in those relationships. Perhaps Brandy would reach the same conclusion. Vanessa ensured the champagne kept flowing and her attention to Brandy became obvious. She directed all conversation to her, complimented her on her looks, her clothes, and gazed at her seductively. It was almost hypnotic, Vanessa’s eye contact was disarming, subtle, and not without effect. Ann could feel the tension, a sexual tension, rising between the two and she sat there, more as a spectator than a participant. She saw Brandy playing to Vanessa’s attentions, mildly blushing at the compliments, maintaining eye contact with her to that instant when it becomes less than accidental, and the suggestive body language. Brandy ensured that she lightly touched Vanessa, either on the arm or her breast, as Vanessa leaned over to fill her champagne glass. She positioned herself in a way that revealed more of her long legs and silky thighs and shifted in her seat in a way that accented her profile in Vanessa’s direction. While admiring the finesse of the two, Ann decided it was time for her to disappear. “I think maybe I’ll go have a look around the hotel,” Ann suggested tactfully. “Okay, but come with me into my room for a minute, I want to give you my digital camera…I’d love it if you would take some shots around the hotel…and especially of the gondoliers,” said Brandy. “And I need to freshen up…enjoy your exploring Ann, take your time,” Vanessa suggested as she got up and moved toward her room. Ann looked toward Brandy who tilted her head silently, motioning her to follow. As Vanessa disappeared into her room Brandy grasped Ann by the hand. “Look, she wants me in the worst way…she thinks she’s seducing me, but she’s the one as hot as fire. Why don’t you take the camera, give us a few minutes alone, and then sneak back in? I guarantee you’ll get some great shots.” Brandy enthused. “I don’t know Brandy, what if Vanessa doesn’t…” Ann cautioned. “Vanessa won’t care…I’ll tease her to the point where she’d have sex with me right out in the middle of the strip with a thousand people watching.” Brandy asserted confidently. “And if Lisa shows up, tell her to be quiet and enjoy watching me satisfy her lover.” Brandy winked as she handed her the camera. “Now go…I’ll have to change into something more seductive.” Ann shook her head as she rode down to the lobby in the private elevator. “How much time should I give them?” she considered with a disturbing vision of sneaking back in only to find the over confident Brandy screaming in pleasure, Vanessa fucking her from behind with a large strap on. Vanessa being as sharp and alert as she is Ann knew there was no way she would be undetected, and Vanessa would surely know they had set up for her to return to take pictures. How would this affect the rest of the vacation, they’d only just arrived? The Vacation Ch. 4 These thoughts swirled through her head as she walked through the lobby to the pool area. “Fresh air, maybe that’ll help,” she thought. The hot, dry desert air almost took her breath away as she went through the automatic doors to the pool deck. A huge swimming pool surrounded by a fabricated oasis greeted her. There was a substantial crowd sunning themselves with few actually in the water. Her eyes took time adjusting to the bright sun but as they did she noticed a familiar yellow bikini clad figure by the bar. “Lisa,” she yelled. Lisa waved back, then, pausing only to sign her check, left the bar and walked toward her. They embraced and kissed as they met. “It’s good to see you again, Ann,” Lisa greeted her enthusiastically. “Yes, it’s good to see you. But I thought you were with your young conquest from the plane,” Ann said quizzically. “Well yes, and no. I gave her and her hunk of a boyfriend a lift to their hotel and got their room number, we’ll get together later on. I checked in, then came over here to catch some sun and wait for you guys. Didn’t you get my note?” Lisa asked. “We did…but Vanessa didn’t seem that anxious to call you. Between she and Brandy I’m not sure who’s putting the moves on who, but if we hear an explosion, it’ll be those two getting it on,” Ann laughed. “Yeah, Vanessa’ s lusted for Brandy since we left the Caribbean. I’ve not seen her as intent as she was setting this trip up, and neither of us are the premier attraction,” Lisa commented as they both laughed. “Brandy is in for a good time.” “I’m sure she is, but Vanessa may be in for a surprise if she thinks she’s taking advantage of some young submissive, Brandy has become much more ‘assertive’, in our relationship lately.” Ann replied. “Now that’s a delicious thought, Vanessa is always so methodical, controlling. With me…well before I know it she has me coming so hard I can’t think straight. I know she gets off when I’m with her but it’s always when she wants…allows, it to happen. God, I’m getting wet just thinking about it, young Brandy fucking the shit out of Vanessa…” Lisa mused. “You have such a delicate way with words Lisa,” Ann chided then smiled. “Brandy wanted me to come back up to take pictures of the two of them. She really thinks she’ll have Vanessa…I just don’t know. If I, we, go back up there and Vanessa feels we’re interrupting…it’s a gamble for sure.” Lisa looked at her mischievously. “Well…we’re in Vegas, gambling sounds good to me…let’s go.” Lisa took Ann by the hand and they began walking to the hotel entrance. “Besides, I know Vanessa, she’s an exhibitionist at heart, no way she’ll get mad at us for looking and taking a few pictures.” The two soon found themselves outside the door of their suite. Ann fumbled with the electronic key card. “These latches always make a noise,” she whispered. “They won’t notice, hurry up,” Lisa demanded while realizing she too, was whispering. The soft click of the unlocking sound was barely audible. The two women crept in like cat burglars, moving silently into the suite. They heard voices, muffled at first, then louder. Both peered around the long wall at the end of the hallway. Brandy and Vanessa were on the sofa of the living room, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. Vanessa’s face was as flushed as the scarlet negligee she was wearing, Brandy’s hand inside her sheer panties, buried deep in her pussy. The hand was moving slowly and deliberately causing Vanessa to squirm slightly as they kissed. Vanessa’s hands caressed Brandy’s breasts, sweeping aside her black lace bra leaving it dangling, unclasped from her body. Their tongues hungrily chased back and forth, Brandy slightly more forceful as she slowly moved herself to one knee on the sofa. The energy flowing between the two was electric. Brandy paused briefly, removing her bra. Vanessa slid her hand down under Brandy’s black lace panties, fingering her clit. An involuntary moan released from Brandy’s lips. Brandy reached over Vanessa’s back and traced her hand down her spine to the top of her ass cheeks. Shifting herself slightly she could reach further. Licking her index finger she placed it just above Vanessa’s ass hole, then lightly fingered around it, feeling it contract as her finger brushed over it. “Oh god yes…play with my ass hole,” Vanessa sighed. “You like that?” Brandy said sweetly as she applied some pressure with the tip of her finger. “Oh yes…yes, like that,” Vanessa whispered, her voice slightly uneven. Brandy motioned for Vanessa to move forward on the sofa and as she did was able to lie down in behind her. Brandy skillfully used one hand to pull aside Vanessa’s wet panties exposing her steaming hot pussy and ass, the other Brandy looped around her waist moving her hand over top of her pubic mound. Sliding under the light elastic of the panties she had full access to a very swollen and sensitive clitoris. Brandy smiled as Vanessa rolled to her side propping one leg on the top of the sofa giving her even greater access between her legs. She knew Vanessa was now facing away from her and would, for the moment, be unable to stimulate her in any way. Ann and Lisa watched intently. The living room was sunken so their sight line was good, but they would have to move nearer for any pictures to be worthwhile. Lisa motioned to Ann to follow her and they quickly moved through the corner of the living room to the kitchenette area. “You can move up behind the opposing sofa and get some close ups, just stay down low,” she whispered to Ann. “Ohhh…” escaped from Vanessa as Brandy’s tongue ran along the crack of her ass, the tip lingering on the rim. Vanessa’s body twitched with every touch. Brandy’s wrist rested on her pubic bone, her fingers massaging Vanessa’s clit, her swollen labia slick with her juices. Using the tip of her tongue Brandy began probing into Vanessa’s ass hole, the heat and softness of her anal tissues inviting her to go deeper still. Brandy drew her tongue away replacing it with her index finger. Applying light pressure the tip penetrated, she felt a quick contraction then, as Vanessa relaxed, Brandy’s finger disappeared into her anal canal. Twisting her finger at first she then began drawing it slowly in and out, feeling Vanessa’s muscles tense and relax as she did it. “Oh…God…Oh…that’s it…God, I love that,” Vanessa’s voice a staccato. Ann took her first picture, the flash momentarily lighting the scene, and the whirring noise of the camera audible in the background. Brandy recognized the sound and knew exactly what was happening. Vanessa seemed not to notice, or to care if she did. Brandy continued working her finger in Vanessa’s ass, her tongue licking around it. Her tongue traced up to Vanessa’s pussy where she sucked on her labia while flicking and stabbing her tongue into her hot core. Her middle finger rested on Vanessa’s swollen clit and playfully rubbed and vibrated it. She knew this drove Ann wild when they made love so it was little surprise when she felt the first shiver of pending orgasm course through Vanessa. “Ohhh…Brandy…God, you know…just what to do,” Vanessa closed her eyes, her face contorted in pleasure. She could feel an orgasm building, one like she had not had in some time. There was no controlling it, no timing it, just giving in and letting it take her wherever it wanted. A brief flash of light crossed her face and the familiar sound of a camera recoil “Okay, let these bitches have their fun…I’ll get my turn with them,” she thought as she realized someone was there with a camera. Brandy gently kissed Vanessa’s inner thigh as she slid her middle finger off her clit. Adding two more fingers she began pumping them while twisting them into Vanessa’s hot core. She quickly synchronized her motion with her anal invasion, driving a finger up her ass, while pulling back out of her pussy and then the reverse. Vanessa’s body shook with pleasure. “Brandy…make me come…make me come hard,” Vanessa pleaded with her, her voice a hoarse whisper. She had broken a sweat, her body glistening as she writhed under Brandy’s rhythmic penetrations. “Breath for me, the more you breath the harder you’ll come,” Brandy whispered seductively. She loved the feeling of domination, of bringing another woman to an orgasm that tore away her inhibitions, her self- control. It had taken some time to get Ann to that point, now she felt she could have Ann anywhere, anytime, make her surrender to her as she drove her to a thunderous orgasm. Vanessa groaned as Brandy intensified her activity. The flash of the camera bathed them in light with increasing frequency as Ann moved closer, boldly taking picture after picture. Vanessa’s body bucked up off the sofa as she came violently, the orgasm tearing through her, ripping her apart. Brandy moved with her, refusing to let up. “Come on, you’ve got more than that…let me hear you,” Brandy commanded. “Fuck me!” Vanessa screamed. Both Ann and Lisa froze as they heard her, watching her body convulse as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. Brandy was relentless, she moved her mouth to Vanessa’s pussy, then withdrawing her fingers, sucked on the hot core, lapping up her salty juices driven out by contraction after contraction. “Enough,” Vanessa finally yelled, panting for breath, sweat glistening as her body continued to shiver and shake. Brandy withdrew, sitting up she leaned over and kissed her. “Enjoy that?” Brandy asked facetiously. “Yes…that was great. You little bitch, you fucked me good,” Vanessa said breathlessly. “She sure did,” remarked Lisa appearing from the kitchen area, a broad smile on her face. “I’ll second that, and I think we have enough pics for a contribution to Redclouds,” said Ann rising up from behind the opposing sofa, camera in hand. “And a very hot contribution at that.” They all laughed. * * * * * As they enjoyed dinner later Vanessa proposed a toast. “To Brandy, the inspiration for this vacation…and the most delightful surprise I’ve had in a long while.” Brandy smiled as she acknowledged the toast. Lisa leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, “You realize of course that she’s still going to fuck you, the vacation has only just begun.” To Be Continued... The Vacation Ch. 5 Chapter 5: Lisa's Liaison This is a continuation of The Vacation, chapters 1-4 are recommended reading. * * * * * Lisa waited impatiently on the lobby house phone, listening to ring after ring at the other end. “Where were they?” she thought, muttering under her breath, “I told Melanie I’d meet them at two o’clock”. She had met Melanie on the flight to Las Vegas. Lisa had noticed her and her boyfriend in the gate area as they waited to board. Melanie was easy to describe as a very pretty young woman, probably early twenties, about Lisa’s height, 5’4”, and very slim, small breasts, and a tight, trim butt. She wore a light cotton jersey tucked into snug denim jeans. Short curly red hair and fair complexion gave away her Irish heritage. Her boyfriend or male companion looked to be a few years her senior, clean cut, attractive, and buff. Lisa rarely took much interest in the male form, but this was extraordinary. Sandy colored hair, blue eyes, he resembled a younger Brad Pitt, only larger and more muscular. Lisa had resolved to find them during the flight and had made a bet with her lesbian lover Vanessa she could meet them and arrange to get together with them later on in Vegas. Vanessa had upped the stakes, challenging her to seduce Melanie before the plane landed. Lisa took the bet and while they were seated in first class, she began wandering about the cabin, as if for exercise, but all the while watching and waiting for an opportunity. Finally she noticed Melanie had gotten up from her seat and was moving about looking for the nearest lavatory. Lisa was walking the opposite aisle in the big plane, but managed to maneuver close as they reached the bulkhead. “Honeymoon?” Lisa had asked, making casual conversation with her as they waited for an empty lavatory. “Uh…no, not…we’re just…friends,” Melanie explained hesitantly, lightly waving her left hand to draw attention to the lack of a wedding band. She looked intently at Lisa, her eyes slightly glazed. It appeared she had had too much to drink. “You?” she asked. “Honeymoon…no,” Lisa laughed out loud. “I’m here for a short vacation with my lover…she’s up in first class.” Lisa said casually, awaiting the reaction. “Your lover?” Melanie’s eyes narrowed as she spoke. “You’re a lesbian?” “You could say that…I prefer to think of myself as bisexual…but I’m currently in a lesbian relationship,” Lisa replied. “You look surprised, does that shock you?” “No…I mean…well, a little bit. You’re so open about it.” Melanie answered. “Well, we’re both comfortable with it, we don’t flaunt our lifestyle, and one does have to be discrete at times…but, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Lisa smiled. “I’m not knocking it,” Melanie said quickly. The two women talked for a few more minutes. Lisa worked fast, confidently moving through small talk, obtaining introductions to Melanie and her friend Pete, then an invitation to first class for Melanie to meet Vanessa. Vanessa had guessed Lisa’s plan and after a few minutes of idle chatter offered Melanie her seat next to the window and excused herself. She didn’t go far, preferring to linger close by and observe Lisa’s next moves. As they talked Lisa began pointing out mountain ranges and landmarks easily observed from the aircraft window. Doing so she blocked the physical view of Melanie from the other passengers, most of who were not paying attention anyway. Vanessa, standing nearby, noticed Melanie’s head jerk back slightly as she appeared to squirm in the seat. Moving closer to get a better view, and distract the attention of a flight attendant if necessary, Vanessa smiled as the scene unfolded to her. Lisa had unbuttoned the front of Melanie’s jeans, unzipped the fly, and had worked the jeans loose to the point where she could get her hand inside. Stretching the white panties to one side revealed a thick patch of curly red pubic hair, Lisa’s palm resting there as her fingers teased Melanie’s clit. She squirmed as Lisa’s fingers danced and teased, and occasionally threw her head back, in full view of Vanessa standing quietly by the end of the seat row. Vanessa smiled as she saw the look of pleasure on Melanie’s face and knew the bet made with Lisa was as good as lost. The noise from the aircraft drowned out Melanie’s moans even as they increased in intensity. Lisa’s fingers worked furiously and to maximum effect. Lisa smiled as she felt the first wave of warm juices on her fingers as Melanie’s pussy contracted once, then again. Melanie was writhing in her seat, Lisa’s index and middle fingers deep inside her, finding her G-spot and rubbing it incessantly. The passenger in the seat behind Melanie, a man in his late forties, looked perplexed as he noticed the movement in the seat in front of him. He looked up at Vanessa, “Is everything all right?” Vanessa smiled at the man. “Yes, there’s no problem, she’s just getting off…I mean into her seat,” she explained, a hint of humor in her voice. Lisa withdrew her hand, satisfied that Melanie had come, and come hard for her. She knew Vanessa had seen the whole thing. Melanie’s eyes were closed, her body quivered from after shocks of the powerful orgasm, her jeans soaked with her juices. Lisa leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Lisa whispered. Melanie nodded her agreement and opened her eyes. Her juices everywhere Lisa used tissues to clean her up, even then, as Melanie rose from the seat, a dark stain was evident on the front and into the crotch of her jeans. Vanessa shook her head as she watched her leave to back with Peter. “Proud of your self?” she asked Lisa. “I got her off didn’t I?” Lisa smirked. Later on at the baggage claim area Lisa had gone over to the young couple and offered them a ride to their hotel. Vanessa agreed to stay and meet Ann and Brandy, two bisexual women they were to vacation with in Las Vegas, and would be arriving on a later flight. As they drove to the hotel Melanie suddenly told Lisa, “Pete and I would like to see you again, maybe spend some time with you while we’re all here, if that’s possible?” Lisa was surprised, but delighted, and had readily agreed. She normally was not into guys, but the invitation was from Melanie, and Pete interested her. It had been long time since she had felt a hot, throbbing cock deep inside her. Lisa had arranged to meet them in the lobby of their hotel at 2 o’clock. And here she was listening to dial tone and incessant ringing. In disgust she hung up the house phone and walked over to the front desk. Explaining her situation the clerk stopped her, “Just a minute, let me check for messages. There was a young couple stop by earlier and leave a message.” Lisa could not see what he was doing and was growing increasingly impatient. “Ah, you would be Lisa, no?” His slight Spanish accent was pleasing. “Yes, yes…” she replied as he handed her an envelope. Lisa tore it open and unfolded the paper it contained. “Lisa, please accept our apology for not meeting you. Pete and I had some last minute things we wanted to pick up before seeing you. Please take the enclosed key card and go up to our room, 704. Make yourself comfortable and feel free to use the mini-bar. We’ll be back soon…Melanie.” Lisa sighed as she took the key card. “I wonder what they have got planned?” she thought, smiling wickedly. ~ Vanessa and Ann looked like sisters as they sunned themselves by the hotel pool. Both were around 5’6” tall, dark haired, Ann’s jet black, fine featured in the face with dark brown eyes and creamy white skin. They had large, full breasts, Ann’s were a 36D, and as she was at least ten years younger than Vanessa, carried them higher and firmer. Vanessa peered through her sunglasses taking in the sights. The pool was large, and quite busy on a hot afternoon in the desert. “Brandy really does draw a crowd doesn’t she?” Vanessa remarked as she watched the seemingly endless number of men approach Brandy and talk with her as she sat on the edge of the pool dangling her feet in the cool water. Brandy was a stunning blonde, pale skin with blue eyes, beautiful facial features and a wonderful smile. All in a trim 5’8” body with ample breasts and a firm round ass barely covered by a seductively cut black bikini. Ann turned toward her. “When you’ve got it, why hide it, I guess,” Ann sighed. “Ann, I recognize this may be none of my business, but how is your relationship with Brandy?” Vanessa asked, her voice serious. “And spare me the recreational sex, no emotional commitment stuff.” Ann felt herself on the defensive and cringed slightly. Vanessa had a way of getting directly to the point. “It’s fine,” she lied. “Okay,” Vanessa said slowly, after a long, silent pause. “Should you ever want to talk about it I want you to know that I’m a good listener…and not without considerable experience in such things,” Vanessa laughed at her last comment, lightening the mood. Ann laughed as well, but nervously. Inside she was becoming confused with her emotions and feelings towards Brandy. Ann had actually awakened Brandy’s interest in women, her bisexuality, and they had become lovers. Bill, Ann’s husband, was supportive of her relationship with women and she shared the details of her sexual encounters with him. What she had carefully omitted for him in the past while were two key facts. Brandy had slowly taken over their relationship and whereas Ann was at first aggressive and dominant she was now passive and submissive. Brandy decided where, when, and how often they had sex. Ann initially enjoyed Brandy’s more aggressive lovemaking and frequently found herself in a multi orgasmic state, but now was becoming less comfortable as Brandy rarely wanted Ann to take the time to satisfy her. Brandy’s influence extended beyond their sexual activity. She had begun taking Ann shopping, picking out fashions and determining what she wore when they were together. Ann’s diet, fitness workouts, hairstyle, were subject to Brandy’s scrutiny. The other key fact was Ann had always had new female companions. They were to her as sport, find a woman and help her explore her forbidden side, her bisexuality. This had been Ann’s interest in women while married to Bill. However, she now found herself telling Bill, for the first time since their marriage, of encounters that were false. She did not wish him to become concerned about Brandy’s increasing presence in her life, and ominously, her own growing emotional attachment to her. Ann was startled as water suddenly splashed on her warm body. “Are you coming for a swim or what?” Brandy scolded reaching out for her. Ann protested in mock indignation but was soon up walking arm in arm with Brandy toward the pool. Vanessa smiled as the two walked away, noticing Brandy’s hand slide down Ann’s back and pat her gently on the ass. ~ Lisa let herself into Melanie and Pete’s room and helped herself to a hard lemonade in the mini-bar. As she sipped on her drink she looked at the view from the room. She could see the gathering of people down below, in front of Treasure Island, for the pirate show. Further on to the east were an endless string of hotels, resplendent in garish neon signs, less noticeable by day. In the distance she could barely see the dusty brown hills through the haze of the city. The room itself was unspectacular. She had read somewhere that Las Vegas hotel rooms were comfortable, but not too comfortable. They wanted their guests out of the room and in the casino where the slot machines, table games, and sports books could take their money. And after all, you can stay home and watch television, in Las Vegas you’re there to gamble. As the vodka began to kick in Lisa slipped into the washroom. Looking in the mirror she was pleased with what she saw. At 5’4” she had always felt too short, her compact body too heavy, and with a less than ample chest she had become self-conscious and somewhat insecure in her appearance. Her self-esteem at a low point she had led an unhealthy lifestyle with equally unhealthy relationships. By her mid twenties her weight was almost 180 pounds. She had pierced almost every available spot on her body and had a tattoo for each relationship she had been in, which meant she was covered with them. While the tattoos and piercing remained the woman before the mirror was at least 40 pounds lighter. Her belly protruded slightly but she was obviously in good physical shape, neck, arms, and shoulders well developed with good muscle definition. She had put the past ten years to good use and thought of Vanessa, who she had met through a mutual friend. For the first time in her life she felt loved, and in turn, had learned to love life. Her mind drifted as she thought of her times with Vanessa. She remembered the rebellious young woman who Vanessa had tamed, making love to her as no other had before, seemingly anticipating her every desire. The wonderful feeling of being brought to orgasm time and time again, of floating in time, as wave after wave of passion pulses through your body. The total release of giving in to Vanessa as she brought her pleasure and taught her to pleasure in return. Lisa felt a tingling sensation deep within her, a wetness gathering between her thighs. Taking her hand she lifted her light dress and slid her other hand under her white lace panties. She felt the smoothness of her shaved mound and the slick of her juices as her finger probed down to her opening. A moan escaped her lips as she fingered herself, sliding her middle finger into her pussy while gently massaging her clit. Removing her finger she brought it to her mouth, her tongue eagerly licking her own juices. Two fingers replaced the one before, and she probed deep into her core, grunting with the raw pleasure. She twisted her fingers slightly as she worked them in and out of her hot pussy. Her other hand, up under her dress, found her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, making them hard under her touch. Lisa closed her eyes, imagining Vanessa standing behind her, kissing and caressing her neck and shoulders, whispering to her, encouraging her masturbation, imploring her to come for her… “RRRRing,” Lisa’s thoughts crashed to reality as she heard the phone ring. She picked up the extension in the bathroom. “Lisa?” Melanie’s voice was breaking up, she was on a cell phone. “Yes Melanie, where are you two?” Lisa yelled into the phone. “About five minutes away, is everything okay?” Melanie sounded clearer. “Yes, but just get here, I’m bored…and horny!” Lisa replied. “Good, so are we…we’re going to have a fun afternoon,” Lisa could hear Melanie laugh as the line went to dial tone. ~ “How about you Vanessa?” asked Brandy as she tossed her wet bikini bottoms at her, landing with a wet splash on top of Vanessa’s thigh. Brandy had a large towel around her and was in the process of sliding on a pair of dry shorts. She had become quite adept at changing in public using a towel as cover up. Vanessa, who was sunning herself on a reclining chair, looked up at her over her sunglasses. She put her book down then lifted up the black bikini bottom. “I think…these are yours,” Vanessa said drolly. “If you want them back, you’ll have to come get them.” Vanessa stretched them open in front of her and suddenly made a playful licking motion with her tongue. She then casually slipped them into her straw bag under the chair. Smiling, Vanessa knew several men by the pool had watched Brandy change, hoping for that glimpse or slip that might reveal more than they had already seen. Now they would know, or at least conclude, her orientation. “I just might take you up on that…later. Ann and I are going shopping, there’s a fashion mall five minutes walk along the strip. Do you want to join us?” Brandy asked. “No dear, but thanks for asking. I’m enjoying the dry heat, I’ll stay down here a while longer,” Vanessa replied as she looked around the pool deck. “Let me guess, Ann is upstairs changing…she’s the one you’re shopping for.” “Well, yes, if that’s…a question?” Brandy was puzzled at Vanessa’s comment. “Not a question, just an affirmation of your relationship,” Vanessa said quietly. Brandy looked at her quizzically. “Brandy,” Vanessa paused for effect, “know that despite what may have been before, or what exists today, Ann loves you…and you, love her.” Brandy felt as if a vacuum had been created in the pit of her stomach. She knew Vanessa was right, the relationship she once had with Ann had changed, but she had denied its significance, fought against it. The impact of Vanessa’s words had taken her by surprise, pierced her defense, and forced a reckoning with reality she had been avoiding. “Take time with her Brandy, enjoy her and let her enjoy you…now go have a good time at the fashion mall,” Vanessa smiled as Brandy brightened at her words then turned to leave. ~ Melanie kissed Lisa hard on the mouth as they embraced in the short hallway of the hotel suite. Pete grinned as he watched Melanie quickly assert herself, her hands caressing Lisa’s back and buttocks as they continued their passionate embrace. Lisa reacted with mild surprise to Melanie’s aggressiveness, enjoying the spontaneity and energy she displayed. Melanie kissed along her cheekbone to her ear lobe, sucked on it gently, her tongue flicking at the loop earring she was wearing. “Why don’t we…” Lisa was about to suggest they move somewhere more comfortable but was cut off as Pete leaned over Melanie’s shoulder and kissed her. Lisa couldn’t help but feel the difference in the kiss, Pete’s scent, the texture of his skin, the forcefulness of his motion, all so foreign to her now, but felt so good. “Hush…let us take care of you,” whispered Melanie as she kissed down the side of Lisa’s neck to her shoulder. Lisa sighed as Pete released from their kiss and moved behind her. Melanie had unhooked the top of her dress allowing Pete to slowly unzip it as she moved her hands to Lisa’s breasts, cupping and fondling them through the light material. Melanie’s tongue left tracks of saliva on Lisa’s smooth skin as she laved along her shoulders. Lisa’s light dress dropped silently to her feet as she felt Pete’s hands slide down her back gently massaging as he caressed her. Melanie laved from Lisa’s shoulders to her breasts sucking and biting her large nipples already hard and taut from Lisa’s own earlier attention. Lisa felt herself shiver as the two lovers worked their magic on her. Pete’s hands had traced around to her belly and she could feel him fingering the folds of her abdomen, circling the large metallic stud that pierced her navel. Melanie alternated between Lisa’s breasts continually sucking harder as she moved from one to the other. “God, that feels good,” Lisa exclaimed as stabs of pain shot from her engorged nipples to her pussy. Melanie smiled as she felt Lisa’s body shiver when she drew her taut nipples into her mouth, sucked on them hard, lightly biting as the flesh withdrew from her mouth. Lisa’s attention diverted she did not notice Pete slide away from her and rummage through the shopping bag he and Melanie had returned with. Moments later he returned and, while kissing the back of Lisa’s neck, he took hold of one of her arms. Lisa felt something tighten on her wrist as Pete slipped on a leather restraint. He repeated the process with her other wrist, very gently fastening it using Velcro. A pair of open rings looped through the leather dangled from each. Pete continued, returning this time with gold nipple clamps handing them to Melanie. He leaned into Lisa’s back and shoulders, she could feel his muscular chest and upper body, his hot breath mere inches from her ear. Pete slid his hands around her, underneath her breasts cupping and presenting them for Melanie as she prepared the clamps. Lisa’s existing jewelry presented a bit of an obstacle, overcome only by Melanie opening the clamps slightly wider and installing them on the fleshy aureola. Lisa gasped, drawing in a deep breath, as Melanie fastened each clamp then carefully threaded a fine gold chain between them. The Vacation Ch. 5 Pete moved away again returning with a pair of studded leather ankle restraints, similar but larger than the ones around her wrists. Behind her still, he buried his face between her butt cheeks, probing lightly with his tongue. Melanie caressed up and down the front of Lisa’s body, her fingers lingering on her mound, into her shaved slit, and carefully avoiding her clit while stimulating around it. Pete fastened the ankle restraints as a series of light moans escaped from Lisa. Melanie tugged gently on the gold chain sending a delightful sensation through Lisa’s body. “I think she’s ready,” Melanie said in Pete’s direction. He nodded. Lisa suddenly felt herself swept off her feet, Pete lifting her easily in his powerful arms and strode toward the bedroom. Melanie smiled confidently at Lisa, “we’re into light bondage, but we’ll not hurt you…we’re going to make you come, more intense and more times than you can imagine!” ~ “What do you think?” Ann inquired as she modeled a very tight fitting low cut evening dress for Brandy. As much as it bothered her that Brandy insisted on choosing her clothes, she had to admit she had a great eye for fashion. The dress was stunning, looked perfect on her, and had turned a few heads in the store in the few minutes she had been wearing it. “I think you look like…” Brandy leered, “never mind…it’s absolutely perfect.” Brandy smiled at her. “God you’re sexy, I wish I had your breasts.” “I wish I had your body,” Ann replied, smiling in return. “I’ll take it…the dress that is, ” she said to the saleswoman, who by now was totally confused as to their relationship. “Although I’m not sure why I’m buying this.” “You leave that to me. It’s a surprise and I want you to be dressed appropriately.” Brandy said mysteriously. Ann moved off toward the change room. Brandy turned to the saleswoman. “Here’s my credit card. Please ring everything through and get it ready for us. I’ll bring the dress to you in a few minutes.” The saleswoman was only too happy to comply, the thoughts of her sales commission already bringing great comfort. Brandy walked back to the change room and lightly tapped on the door. “It’s me,” she said. “Just a minute, do you want the dress?” Ann asked. “Not yet, just let me in,” Brandy insisted. “It’s not locked…what do you want?” Ann said, a little perplexed with Brandy’s insistence. Ann looked at her quizzically as she slipped into the tiny room. Brandy was looking at her strangely, Ann thought. “I want you…” Brandy started to say. “I want you to make love to me, you looked so hot in that dress, I need you…,” she said, almost blurting it out, yet her voice reflected her urgency and sincerity. “Here?” Ann asked with a note of skepticism. “Ummm…a delicious thought but no, let’s get out of here,” Brandy kissed her, a long slow passionate kiss. Ann was completely surprised, this was the Brandy she wanted, yet had all but ignored her advances of late. As Brandy broke their embrace she whispered, “I love you, Ann.” Ann’s emotions overcame her and as much as she resisted tears came to her eyes. “Oh Brandy, you don’t know how I’ve wanted…” her voice choked. “I know,” Brandy looked into her eyes. “I know… it will be different from now on,” she said soothingly. ~ Pete laid Lisa carefully on her back on a huge bed where Melanie had secured leather straps to each corner. The straps looped through the rings of the wrist and ankle restraints they had secured on Lisa, each adjusted to the length required to comfortably restrict her range of motion. Satisfied that Lisa was immobilized Pete slipped a blindfold mask over her eyes. Melanie produced two large feathers, handing one to Pete the couple began gently tickling Lisa’s body. Lisa felt a delightful tingling sensation as the feathers were drawn over her body. Melanie and Pete seemed to be quite expert as their stroking, probing, and light touching slowly increased Lisa’s sensitivity to the point where the lightest of feathering elicited a series of moans. Melanie paused and fingered Lisa’s shaved pussy, her juices leaked from her core. “Oh, she’s wet…she’s very wet,” Melanie enthused. As if on cue, Pete stopped and went back to the shopping bag, retrieving a toy. Shaped like a butterfly it was a vibrator clearly designed for clitoral stimulation. A strap securely fastened it around the waist and an external control adjusted the intensity of the vibrations. Lisa could feel the butterfly fit snugly over the outer lips of her pussy as Melanie positioned it and secured the straps. Pete continued to use the feathers as Melanie adjusted the control of the vibrator. Lisa’s hips bucked off the bed as the direct stimulation of the vibrator sent a shock wave of pleasure through her. She could feel her juices flowing as the ‘fly’ stimulated her clit, causing it to harden and swell. Melanie teased her, continually adjusting both the intensity of the vibrator and, ever so slightly the position of the ‘fly’. “I’ve got to get one of those,” groaned Lisa as she struggled against the restraints attempting to thrash around the bed, an orgasm building steadily inside her. “You’re going to come for us aren’t you?” Melanie said sweetly. Lisa raised her head helplessly and nodded. “Not quite yet though,” Melanie asserted. Melanie played with the vibrator control and brought Lisa to the edge several times, only to back off in the nick of time. Finally Lisa could stand it no longer, uttering a deep gutteral scream she came hard, her butt lifting off the bed. Melanie turned off the vibrator and said seductively, “I think, Lisa’s been a bad girl. I think…she deserves some punishment.” Pete removed Lisa’s restraints then gently moved her onto her belly. “Maybe a few lashes across that delicious butt of hers would serve the purpose,” he said. “Yes, but maybe more than a few,” Melanie answered wickedly looking at Lisa, wielding the black lash menacingly. “I think her butt should glow a nice pink color for us.” Lisa found the lashing pleasurable, a light stinging sensation diffused over the surface of her butt. Melanie knew the right pace and the right weight. Slowly the accumulation of lashes built Lisa’s butt cheeks to bright pink and Lisa found herself tensing slightly in anticipation of each blow. Pete, at the controls of the ‘fly’ would bring up the level of vibration just as Lisa tensed, increasing the overall effect. Lisa was soon moaning loudly and squirming involuntarily as the lashing continued. Melanie smiled as she noticed a wet stain in the bed underneath Lisa, her juices flowing freely as they drove her further and further toward another orgasm. Pete noticed it as well and looked over questioningly to Melanie, they had teased Lisa long enough, it was time. “God, won’t one of you please fuck me? I can’t stand this much longer,” Lisa pleaded. “Why settle for one when you can have both of us?” Melanie asked as she gently removed the harness of the ‘fly’. Pete lifted Lisa’s mask. “Only one rule, Pete gets to fuck me first, then your turn. He’ll wear a condom when he does you.” Lisa looked over toward Pete who had removed his jeans. Her eyes must be deceiving her, his cock wasn’t particularly long but she had never seen one as thick. Lisa rubbed her wrists and ankles as she watched Melanie go down on Pete. His thick cock filled her mouth as she took its entire length. Melanie could feel it throb as she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside. Pete was soon close and gently pulled her head away. Lisa watched as he kissed her, their tongues in a seemingly endless loop, then positioned her doggy style on the edge of the bed. He moved in behind her and she took him easily, her swollen pussy wet and willing. Pete started slowly, thrusting easily, feeling the head of his cock slip past her opening. Although they had fucked several times since coming to Las Vegas, Melanie was still tight, particularly when entered from behind. Melanie moaned softly with each thrust and soon moved in rhythm with him, driving him deeper with each thrust. Lisa rolled onto her back and slipped underneath Melanie, between her legs, watching as Pete’s thick cock penetrated her time and time again. He let out a moan as she reached up and stroked his balls as they gently slapped against Melanie’s inner thigh. Lisa kissed Melanie’s inner thighs, licking up small rivulets of her juices as Pete’s action drove them from her. She found Melanie’s clit and fingered it lightly causing Melanie to exhale deeply and make her entire body shiver in pleasure. After a few minutes Pete felt himself building to orgasm. Melanie could feel him coming and pushed back on his engorged cock, contracting her pussy to intensify the sensation. She was rewarded seconds later as she felt waves of thick cum driven deep in her pussy. Lisa reached up and removed the throbbing member and skillfully sucked out the remaining cum as Pete groaned in pleasure. Melanie pitched forward onto the bed as she came in a strange but intense orgasm. She came at the split second Lisa had removed Pete from her. It was if she was on a bungee cord that had, at the precise moment of maximum stretch, suddenly vanished, leaving her at zero G to begin a free fall. Lisa left Pete as he recovered and moved beside Melanie. Gently rolling her onto her back she kissed her lightly then swiftly laved down the length of her body until she could see the cum seeping from Melanie’s hot core. Lisa drank from her, a warm, slightly salty mixture of cum and Melanie’s own juices, sucking every ounce from her. Melanie found herself quickly aroused and Lisa’s actions soon brought her to a series of short but intense orgasms, her contractions driving Pete’s cum from her, and into Lisa’s awaiting mouth. Lisa was about finished with Melanie when she felt Pete’s arms around her, pulling her back toward him. Suddenly she felt his cock, once again fully erect, push deep into her pussy from behind. He kissed the back of her neck. “It’s your turn,” he whispered then began thrusting into her, slowly at first, then with increased pace. Melanie lay beside them watching, smiling as her lover worked on Lisa. “He has a great cock doesn’t he?” Melanie said softly as she moved around in front of Lisa. Lisa could only nod, Pete was pounding his member deep into her, deeper and harder than she could remember. She clutched the bed sheets and braced as he continued. Pete grunted as he increased his rhythm, his forehead breaking into a free flowing sweat from his exertion. In superb condition, he was barely breathing hard. Lisa felt the orgasm rising deep within her. Melanie sat in front of her, gently fondling her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. “You like cock don’t you…you little slut?” Melanie talked dirty to her. “What would Vanessa think if you could see you getting fucked by a male stud? Would it make her jealous or maybe she’d want some too…get her pussy all wet?” “Ohhhh!” escaped from Lisa as Pete drove even harder into her. She shook her head as Melanie taunted her. “Come for us, give into it, we want to see you come.” Lisa closed her eyes, her hips pressed back hard into Pete as he ground himself into her. Melanie slid underneath and began sucking her nipples, drawing them in hard then lightly biting as she released her. Reaching back Melanie’s fingers found her engorged clit. Using her thumb and forefinger she carefully pinched its large sheath, held, then shook it. Lisa’s hips bucked furiously and she moaned involuntarily. Her juices were flowing freely, the insides of her thighs wet and slick. “Can he fuck you in the ass?” Melanie asked suddenly. “Oh yes…yes, fuck me in the ass, I love it in my ass,” Lisa gasped, breathing heavily. Pete withdrew for a moment then returned with some lube. Spreading her butt cheeks he poured it into the crack then lightly fingered her ass hole. Slowly he worked in one finger to the knuckle, then moved in another, spreading and stretching her open. Melanie moved up further, almost in a sixty-nine position, where she could lick and suck Lisa’s clit and pussy. Lisa instinctively dropped her head down to Melanie’s red bush, parted the matted hair, and began licking along her slit. Satisfied she was sufficiently ready, Pete slowly pushed his thick cock into Lisa’s ass. “Relax,” he instructed as he paused for a second. Lisa felt him and tensed at first, then relaxed, feeling some discomfort as his large member eased into her anal canal. “God, you’re big,” Lisa exclaimed. Both Pete and Melanie smiled. Pete worked himself into the tight hole then slowly began his thrusting motion. Sweat poured from his face and upper body, droplets cascading onto Lisa butt cheeks and lower back. Melanie, sensing neither Pete nor Lisa could last much longer, brought her mouth to Lisa’s clit. Tonguing it briefly she then took it in her mouth and began sucking on it, harder and harder. “Oh shit…damn it…shit…Oh God that feels gooood!” Lisa shouted as Pete’s cock invaded her ass, thrusting harder and deeper, while Melanie sucked furiously on her clit. As Lisa came her entire body shook with intensity. Melanie felt waves of fresh cum on her face, soaking her hair, running down her cheeks. Pete felt Lisa’s sphincter contract against his cock triggered his own explosive ejaculation. He felt like his entire reservoir of cum was driven from him, grunting with each spasm, emptying his load. Pete fell away from behind Lisa, totally drained, and sweating profusely. Melanie stayed with Lisa’s clit, working her tongue along it, shaking it in her mouth. Lisa continued to come, intense and strong, until finally she screamed at one final long orgasmic wave. Lisa felt her squirm and released allowing her to collapse on her. Lisa moaned pitifully, totally spent, her ass, pussy, and nipples throbbing. She could never remember being so thoroughly fucked, nor more fully satisfied. The three were still for some time, silent but for the sounds of a catching a breath or a deep sigh. Finally, Melanie looked at Lisa. “Well, was that what you expected this afternoon?” “No, not even close, that was incredible. You two are wild.” Lisa replied still slightly out of breath. “We’ll have to do this again some time?” Melanie looked at Pete and winked. “I told you she looked hot when I saw her at the airport.” To Be Continued... The Vacation Ch. 6 Chapter 6: A Night At The Swinger's Club This is a continuation of The Vacation, chapters 1-5 are recommended, but not necessary, reading. While the theme is primarily about lesbian sex, chapter 3 is listed under loving wives, and chapter 5 under group sex. All chapters are accessible by clicking on 'Wild Jay' under the title. * * * * * The crowd at the hotel pool was beginning to thin in the late afternoon. It was still very warm but many had had enough sun for the day. Vanessa was reading in her lounger, her friends Ann and Brandy having left to shop at the nearby fashion island, and Lisa, her bisexual lover, off visiting Melanie and her boyfriend. The four women had met in the Caribbean, where Ann and Brandy were vacationing with their husbands. After an erotic afternoon with Ann, Vanessa and Lisa had had to leave the island immediately due to a death in Lisa's family. Vanessa made it a personal project to organize and invite their two new friends to join them in a trip to Las Vegas for a short vacation. The women had all grown closer and learned much of each other as they spent time together. Lisa enjoyed the freedom of the open relationship she had with Vanessa. She seduced Melanie, who she met on board the flight to Vegas, and later accepted an invitation to join Melanie and her boyfriend Pete in a threesome. Vanessa herself, had seduced, and been seduced, by Brandy whose innocence was now no longer in doubt. Brandy having been introduced to Sapphic pleasure by her friend, Ann, had clearly become a more aggressive and dominant participant with her female partners. This had resulted in changes in her relationship with Ann, which they had rediscovered and redefined during the short holiday. Vanessa smiled as she looked across the pool, her sunglasses disguising her gaze. She appeared to be reading however, had barely read two full pages in the last hour. What was distracting her was the playfulness of two young women lying just across the pool. They had attended to one another all afternoon, lovingly massaging each other's bodies in sun tan lotion, and generally touching and rubbing against each other at every opportunity. Occasionally they would glance over in Vanessa's direction as if inviting her attention, but Vanessa provided no indication of her interest. Two young men had made an approach, bought drinks, and whiled away some time in conversation with the young women, but eventually moved on. All had witnessed the fun earlier when Brandy had skillfully changed at poolside with only a towel around her. Nonchalantly, she had tossed her wet bikini bottoms at Vanessa who stretched them open in front of her and suddenly, made a playful licking motion with her tongue. She had then casually slipped them into her straw bag under the chair. Vanessa knew that the multitude of eyes watching would now be very confused as to her orientation. And as she herself had watched the women across from her, Vanessa realized that all the eyes on Brandy were not necessarily male. As a result it was not a great surprise to Vanessa when she noticed the two young women were actually walking toward her. Vanessa checked them out carefully. One was short, just over 5' tall, with shoulder length light brown hair. Her soft curves highlighted a nicely proportioned figure. While not overly well endowed, her breasts giggled and swayed seductively as she walked. The other was at least a half a foot taller, golden blonde hair, a long thin symmetrical face, she appeared to be into fitness or body sculpting. Virtually all her muscles were well defined yet attractive, preserving a distinctly feminine look. Her conservatively cut lime green bikini was amply filled by her breasts and delightfully round ass. Vanessa could not help but notice her long legs and her powerful thigh muscles that rippled as she moved. Both of them smiled at her as they approached. "Hi, I'm Lori," said the taller one in a distinctly deep voice, "and this is my friend, Jen. We couldn't help but notice you were here on your own." "Well hi, I'm Vanessa, why don't you join me for a few minutes." Vanessa took both of their hands and held on just slightly longer than required, looking each of them straight in the eye. "So, what brings you two to talk to an old lady like me?" Vanessa laughed as she asked. Jen went crimson when she heard her, but Lori remained cool. "We noticed you here with your friends earlier…and were wondering whether you could help us?" "Help you…I will if I can, what is it?" Vanessa responded, she was getting curious as to where this was leading. "Jen and I are, uh, together for the first time…I mean for the vacation. And we are interested in private clubs where we can go and meet…other women," Lori's voice was practically a whisper. "Or men," Jen added hastily. Vanessa smiled to herself, it brought back a few memories of her own initial sexual insecurities, but she decided to have a little fun anyway. "Oh, a private club to meet other men or women…I see, and what makes you think I would know something like that?" "I told you this was a dumb idea," Jen said to Lori who, for the moment, ignored her. "Well…for one thing, we know you like women…you watched us all afternoon," Lori asserted. "And, we saw the little performance with your beautiful friend." Lori bent over and reached in to Vanessa's straw bag producing Brandy's bikini bottoms. Vanessa paused a moment for effect. "I guess…I'm busted then," she said as she started laughing. Lori and Jen soon joined her, relieving the tension. "Yes, I can help you, in fact, you can join me and my friends tonight if you wish. It is our last night here and we are going to my favorite club. It is a swinger's club so there's a better chance you will meet a couple, although there is usually a number of single men and women there." After talking with Vanessa for a short while Lori and Jen accepted the invitation and agreed to meet them in the hotel lobby around 11 p.m.. Vanessa had arranged transport and admission to the club and knew it would be easy to include another two. The two women seemed quite excited as they left to go upstairs. Vanessa shook her head as she noticed Lori slide her arm casually down Jen's back, and pat her gently on the ass. 'I guess some things are universal,' she sighed as she gathered her belongings by the pool. ~ Eleven o'clock is an early hour in Las Vegas. Then again, time doesn't really matter when on vacation and in a city that never closes down. One of the only clues a gambler has to the time occurs when the casino hostesses start offering "cocktails or coffee", which means it is usually 5 a.m.. As this was their last night in Las Vegas Vanessa had promised a surprise. While she and Lisa had frequented private clubs before Ann and Brandy were new to the experience. Vanessa had always felt strongly about having open relationships and had encouraged Lisa to explore men as well as women. The clubs she preferred catered to both. Single men, single women, married couples, all welcome in an 'on premise' swinger's club that allowed them to socialize and sexually express themselves. Lori and Jen were waiting for them in the foyer of the lobby. After quick introductions the six women boarded a limousine and were on their way to the club. The outside of the club was unassuming, in a commercial area about fifteen minutes from their hotel. Vanessa arranged for the driver to stay, and be available to take any of the women back to the hotel whenever they desired. Once through the front door the casual atmosphere of the club was evident. One of the attendants greeted them and suggested a tour of the facility. After a brief wait a short, lithe young Latino woman with curly black hair, flashing brown eyes, and stunning body joined them. "Hi, I'm Tina, and I'll be providing a brief tour of our club," she introduced herself to each of the women. "Let's get started…as you can see we have a bar area, dance floor, and a game area with a pool table. Dress is optional anywhere in the club, whatever you are comfortable with…or without." She smiled at them, and then led the way from the bar. Part way down a long hall a glass door on the left revealed a large spa area with hot tub. "This is our spa area and is the only area of the club where we do not allow sex. There are men's and women's lockers in the back for your clothes and valuables." Tina paused as the women looked into the spa area, two couples were casually chatting in the hot tub. The first couple consisted of a slender, plain but attractive woman with a short chubby overweight man, the other couple a tall, ruggedly handsome man with a short, plump woman, whose large breasts were her most redeeming feature. All appeared to be in the early to mid forties age group. "This is primarily a swinger's club, although we allow singles of both sexes. Many couples end an evening together here, take a relaxing hot tub, then go to our private couples area for open swinging," Tina advised. Tina moved on down the long hallway. The women soon noticed another large room to their left. They were looking through a large opening, roughly the shape and size of a large picture window, covered only in a beaded vertical. Other patrons were standing there peering into the seductively lit room. A large black padded area with assorted bright colored cushions, neatly arranged in one corner, covered most of the floor area. The surrounding walls were mirrored allowing views from all angles. Bordering the padded area were a few small chairs and side tables. There was an older couple, probably in their early fifties, in the room. She was a full figured, attractive, blonde woman wearing expensive black lingerie and a bright red jacket. The man wore nothing but a dark colored designer shirt. The women watched a few minutes as the couple moved together thoroughly pleasuring each other, bodies entwined in a variety of positions. "This is our group sex or orgy room. As you can see some of our members truly are exhibitionists. They love to be watched." Tina whispered and smiled as she noted the women's facial expressions in response to the sensuous display before them. "This is the beginning of the voyeur area," Tina informed as she moved on further into another large room with several soft sofas and comfortable chairs. There was a small crowd of people toward the back of the room looking through a large window, a greenish light emanating from within. "We have two private rooms here where couples can go and be watched. The glass is a one way mirror." As the women moved closer they noticed the activity in the room. A very big, tall, and fully aroused man was lying on his back on a black padded surface. His wife, a very pretty brown haired beauty with an amazing tan, knelt between his spread legs. Their eyes were locked in a passionate stare as she caressed his balls and ran her tongue up and down the hard shaft of his cock. The women watched as she placed his large member into her mouth and worked toward its base. He reached for her head and pushed her softly downward. Her throat bulged as she took his full length. His face reflected the immense pleasure she was giving him. They continued for a few minutes longer then suddenly, as he spoke to her, she stopped and withdrew from him. They kissed passionately, then slowly began to get dressed. "While some of our members start here, enjoying being watched, they typically finish in the private couples area," Tina noted. Tina pointed toward a wrought iron door toward the corner of the voyeur area. "The private area is for couples only, singles may enter by invitation only." Tina unlocked the door and swung it open. As the women passed through it was impossible not to notice the activity in the very first cubicle. It was the two couples they had observed in the hot tub area. The slim attractive woman was lying on her back, her moans giving proof of the pleasure she was receiving. The tall man's face was buried in her pussy, his tongue flicking madly at her swollen clit, his fingers driving deep into her hot, wet cunt. The plump woman knelt to her left, leaning over kissing her while pinching and rolling her engorged nipples between her fingers. The chubby man, her husband, whispered encouragement to her as he watched them bring her off. A moment later they drove her to a series of violent, incredible orgasms, her body convulsing involuntarily. Her piteous moans defining the passion engulfing her. The women felt their own arousal as they heard her. It was an intensely erotic moment where another human being communicates vocally their intense pleasure and it affects all around them. Vanessa smiled and said. "Ladies, that is what open swinging is all about…at least the sexual part. Women, though sometimes reluctant at first, often find they love the wild adventure of it. Giving in to the strange yet arousing touch of others often magnifies the intensity of their orgasms. And there's no guilt because they feel the comfort of having their partner present, a partner willing to share her with others so she may experience great pleasure. It is a gift of love and trust that only one's partner can give another." Tina guided them back to the bar area. "Well ladies, that is about it for the tour. As always, any successful night at the club really depends on you. Any questions?" "Do you get to play with the guests?" Lori laughed as she asked but she was actually quite attracted to Tina, and had made a point of being close to her throughout their tour. "Well…I'm available after two. If you're still interested…we'll see." Tina answered coyly. Lori stared at her and their eyes locked momentarily. Tina was left with no doubts as to Lori's intentions. "I can tell you are all going to enjoy the club…but I have to go…for now." Tina smiled, waved, then disappeared into the crowd at the front door. The club was getting busier by the minute. The women stayed by the bar and chatted for awhile. They agreed to break up as a group to more effectively mingle with the crowd. Ann and Brandy, and Lori and Jen as couples, while Vanessa and Lisa agreed to go separately. It took only a few minutes for them to disperse into the crowded facility. ~ Ann and Brandy headed for the dance floor. "I want everyone to see you dancing with me, you are mine tonight," Brandy whispered as they began to dance together. "But I thought we were here to…" Ann answered, looking surprised. "I know, but I only want you…we'll stay for a little while to be sociable, then go back to the hotel." Ann's jet black hair and full figure, delightfully accentuated by the dress they had bought that afternoon, had drawn considerable attention. Brandy looked pleased as she noticed the number of patrons, male and female, watching them closely. "There will be another time for us to do this…I just need to be with you," she said softly to Ann. "I love you Brandy…" Ann found the courage to say. Brandy nodded and kissed her as they danced. ~ Lisa knew her way around the club and her favorite area was by the pool table. She knew that many young wives or companions of older men came to the club for some action. The men always looked bored, seemingly anxious to get it over with. However, their women were usually ready to party and Lisa found them an easy conquest and fun to be with. For some reason the women liked to hang around the pool table although they rarely played. 'Maybe they just like the idea of watching someone with a big stick,' Lisa thought, laughing to herself as she surveyed the immediate area. To her left she saw a young woman standing alone. She was in her mid-twenties, a cute face with pouting lips, and a nice rack on a sexy but slightly heavy body. Dressed in a tight fitting pink knit sweater, showing more than ample cleavage, she looked like a slut as was most likely her intent. Lisa walked directly to her and smiled. The young woman smiled back. "Mind if I join you?" Lisa asked. "Please do…" the young woman introduced herself as Alexandra, from Detroit. "Well Alex, what are you here for?" Lisa inquired seductively after a few minutes of light conversation. "A convention…oh, you mean…here," Alex stammered slightly, then laughed. Lisa laughed as well. "Yes, here girl," she shook her head in mock disgust. "Anything that will get me away from my cigar smoking, fat old man with too much money for his own good," Alex suddenly replied. "At least for awhile," she added quickly. "Okay then, tell him what you like and I will meet you by the ladies locker room in five minutes," Lisa instructed. Alex nodded her concurrence. "And Alex, don't be late…I don't like to be kept waiting." ~ "Vanessa, how good to see you again darling." The voice was deep and raspy for a woman's. "Starr, it's good to be here again. The club is busier than ever." Vanessa responded approaching the woman and hugging her warmly. "Patrons like you keep us going…Lisa with you?" "Yes, but on her own tonight." "Feel like a real drink? Let's go up to my office." Vanessa had no chance to respond as Starr quickly took her by the hand and led her through the crowd. Being asked to have a drink with Starr in her office was like an invitation from royalty, you dare not refuse…and she was an old friend. ~ Lori and Jen had stayed by the bar. No sooner had the others left Jen turned to Lori. "You plan to fuck Tina later don't you?" She said accusingly, her voice cracking with emotion. "Yes, well probably…so what?" Lori asked, somewhat annoyed. "No problem…just need to know where I stand," Jen whined. "Jen, we talked about this. You agreed you were okay with us being with other partners. I'm not leaving you…we'll go home together." Lori was stressed. She was the one who had suggested they explore other partners, or couples, and thought she had Jen comfortable with the idea. "It just happened…so quickly," Jen pouted, "I'm jealous." Lori put her arms around her and softly kissed her, lingering at her lips she opened her mouth, forcing Jen to do the same. They kissed passionately, Lori's strong arms caressed Jen's smooth back gently pressing their bodies together. Jen sighed at the touch, she loved it when Lori embraced her that way, it made her feel safe, secure, and most importantly, desired. "There's nothing to be jealous of…let's just have a good time…please," Lori implored. Jen nodded slowly. "Let's dance, you'll feel better." Lori led her to the dance floor. ~ Alex showed up as scheduled and Lisa smiled as she approached. Alex reminded her of her past, working her way through relationships mainly for financial considerations. That would soon grow old. But in the meantime Lisa was betting that Alex hadn't had a decent orgasm in weeks, and there was no greater turn on than being the one to change that. A little teasing was in order first though. "I have an hour…" Alex stated flatly. Lori smiled and kissed her, slipping her hand inside the pink sweater gently rubbing over the top of her full breasts. Alex squirmed at her touch. "Only an hour?" "Well, he'll wait if I'm longer, but it'll cost me…later." "No time to waste then…let's dance." Lisa led the way to the crowded floor. A number of single men were looking on, watching the action as it heated up, waiting for that sign, that opportunity to join in. Lisa noticed one young man in particular. Dark hair and handsome features, he wore a black shirt and pants. She made eye contact, he drew his head back slightly in acknowledgement, and she nodded slightly. He began moving through the crowd toward them. Lisa began dancing on her own, beside Alex, as opposed to with her. Alex followed suit, her body moving to the rhythm of the music. The man approached from behind Alex, his eyes in contact with Lisa. It was as if they were communicating telepathically. He knew instinctively what she wanted him to do, and was more than willing. Starting to dance behind Alex he casually bumped her, getting her attention. Alex turned around and smiled, unaware that the meeting was anything but accidental. The Vacation Ch. 6 One look in Alex's eyes and Lisa knew she was attracted to him. As they danced Lisa and the stranger slowly moved closer to Alex until their bodies brushed hers as she moved. Alex turned to face the man, who smiled at her seductively, moving his body with hers. Lisa seized the chance to put her hands on Lisa's hips, then slowly worked them up under her sweater until she could reach around her and feel her breasts. Alex's eyes grew wide she realized what Lisa was doing, her nipples growing hard from her touch. The stranger placed his hands on Alex's waist then dropped them to the front of her thighs. Slowly and sensuously he massaged her toward her inner thighs. Alex's facial expression was a mixture of panic and passion. The stranger unbuttoned the front of Alex's skirt allowing it to open fully to her waist. Alex wore only a black thong underneath. The man moved in closer and as Lisa held the skirt open he placed his hand over her pussy gently stimulating it with his fingers through the light fabric. Alex moaned softly as Lisa leaned into her from behind and kissed her shoulders and along her neck. She laid her head back on Lisa's shoulder, her body swaying gently with the rhythm of the music. Lisa and the stranger played with Alex. They kissed her, fondled her breasts, and fingered her pussy through her thong, which became soaked with her abundant juices. Those dancing around them soon noticed the threesome, the two skillfully bringing Alex to a heightened state of arousal. It was a sensuous tease. Lisa and the stranger closing ranks to cover her up, then moving away exposing her to the onlookers. Finally, and perhaps mercifully, the dance ended and Lisa led her away from the floor. The stranger began to follow but another look from Lisa told him his work was done, at least for now. Alex appeared flustered and looked questioningly at Lisa as the stranger disappeared. "He'll join us…but you are mine for now," Lisa answered as they moved down the hallway to one of the private rooms in the voyeur area. ~ Lori felt relieved as she watched Jen dance with her. Jen loved to dance and as an ex-stripper could move her body very seductively. She became a different person, uninhibited, comfortable with her sexuality. Lori smiled at her. "You stay here, I'll be right back." Lori made her way toward the bar where she had spotted Tina talking to a very attractive young couple. They looked familiar. He was very tall, a big man, and she was very pretty with brown shiny hair, tanned body, and a nice figure. Then she remembered. It was the couple in the voyeur room they had watched earlier, as she had deep throated him. Lori walked over to join them and Tina introduced her to Alan and Sherri. "I noticed you two earlier…you were great. Have you done any amateur video?" Lori asked. Sherri laughed modestly. "Oh that…never thought of video before but thanks." Lori smiled and noticed Alan looking intently out on the dance floor. She glanced in the same direction. He was watching Jen with more than a casual interest. "She's a terrific dancer don't you think?" Lori asked. Alan turned to her. "And she looks terrific too, do you know her?" "Yes, she is a close friend." "How close?" Alan asked tentatively. "We are together, but we're here to play alone," Lori offered quickly. Alan smiled then spoke briefly to Sherri, then nodded to her in agreement. He addressed Lori directly. "Would you object if we were to invite your friend to be with Sherri and I? Sherri is not entirely comfortable with including another man at this point, but we've agreed to seek out a woman to join us." "Not at all…so long as she agrees. Her name is Jen. In fact, I can introduce you. Why don't we meet in the hot tub…in say, fifteen minutes?" Lori offered. "Sounds like a plan, we always start out in the hot tub anyway," Alan answered, he and Sherri both visibly pleased with her response. ~ Vanessa left Starr's office after a couple of drinks. The club was busy and there had been continual interruptions. She had stayed long enough to be courteous then excused herself to see to her friends. She noticed Ann and Brandy moving toward the exit. "You two leaving so soon?" Vanessa asked. "Yes Vanessa, thanks for inviting us here, I'm sorry…but we really need time alone together," Brandy answered. "Don't apologize, I understand completely. Let's make sure we get together for brunch before our flights tomorrow." They quickly embraced. Vanessa watched them disappear out of the club before turning around to head back to the voyeur area. She noticed a small crowd of people outside one of the private rooms, their faces watching intently as a reddish glow emanated from the room. 'Must be quite a show' Vanessa thought as she moved in for a look herself. ~ Lisa led Alex into one of the private rooms of the voyeur section. She closed the door and clicked on a light, it was dim with a slight reddish glow to it. The room consisted of a long padded 'bed' and a small chair and side table at the opposite end to the door. Lisa directed Alex onto the bed having her sit on its edge. Lisa stood in between her spread legs and playfully kissed her. "Does it turn you on to be watched?" Lisa asked suggestively. "Yes," Alex replied huskily. "Then you won't mind if I leave the light on?" "No…and please…" "Please what?" Lisa looked at her seductively. "Please make me come…it's been so long…" Alex almost pleaded. Lisa smiled at her. "That's all I wanted to hear." Lisa kissed her again, Alex's mouth opened willingly, their tongues in an elaborate dance. Reaching behind her Lisa unclasped Alex's bra then quickly pulled her pink sweater and bra up over her head. Alex's large breasts swung free. Lisa skillfully fondled and cupped them, pushing first one then the other up to her mouth, licking and sucking on her plump red nipples. Lisa stopped only to remove her own top revealing her small breasts, the loops in her pierced nipples reflecting the reddish light of the room. Alex was startled slightly as the door opened. The stranger from the dance floor entered quickly, closed and locked the door behind him. He quickly took a seat in the chair, but not before loosening his belt and sliding his pants off to his knees. Clearly aroused he slid his semi-erect cock out from under his briefs. His hand stroking along its length, he was soon fully erect as he watched the two women. Lisa pulled Alex off the side of the bed, turned her around, and had her lean over it. She removed her skirt in one smooth motion. All that remained was Alex's black thong. Lisa reached around her with both hands then slowly guided the thong down past Alex's hips and thighs to around her ankles. She then instructed Alex to step out of them and spread her legs wide. Alex moaned as she first felt Lisa's tongue in her pussy, sliding between her swollen outer lips causing a tiny rivulet of her juices to escape down the inside of her thigh. Lisa laved up to her asshole, lightly rimmed it, then used the tip of her tongue to penetrate it ever so slightly. Alex quivered. Lisa turned her around and had her sit, then lay back, on the bed. Lisa sucked her nipples then laved swiftly down to her pussy carefully avoiding her clit. Lisa's fingers found their way to Alex's slit, inserting one, then two, deep into her hot core. She worked them in and out, slowly turning them as she did. Alex began to move with her, wanting more. Lisa smiled at her. "You can take all of them with a little stretching." A third and fourth finger joined the first two, Alex's moans grew louder. Lisa began lightly flicking her tongue over her engorged clit. "Please don't stop, just like that," Alex instructed, her breath growing short, her body moving relentlessly toward orgasm. Lisa brought her off slowly and skillfully. Her moans grew louder and higher in pitch. Lisa waited patiently. Then as she sensed the impending orgasm she clamped her mouth over Alex's clit and sucked on it, rapidly flicking it with her tongue. Alex screamed as she came, her hips bucking off the bed. Lisa stayed with her, four fingers pumping and twisting in her pussy. "Oh shiiittt…" Alex cried as she suddenly squirted a stream of hot clear liquid onto Lisa's arm and breasts. Alex wasn't finished, thoroughly drenching the top of the bed before she finished ejaculating. A low groan from the stranger in the chair caught Lisa's attention. She looked over in time to see a load of cum shoot straight into the air. Shaking her head she turned her attention back to Alex, who was whimpering as she came down from the intensity of her orgasm. Lisa kissed her and looked at her watch. "Under an hour sweetheart, not bad if I say so myself." ~ Vanessa smiled as she saw and heard the reaction from those outside the private room. She had arrived just in time to see Lisa very skillfully bring her partner to orgasm. Even the guy in the room watching couldn't hold back. Best of all she knew Lisa would be very aroused, and Vanessa had just the remedy for that in mind. 'Perhaps we will have to call it a night a little early this time' she thought as she waited outside the door. ~ The spa area was not busy. Alan and Sherri were already in the hot tub as Jen and Lori came out of the locker area. Lori handled the introductions. She had told Jen about Alan and Sherri's interest but had left the decision up to her. To her relief Jen said she was attracted to them both, especially having seen their performance in the voyeur area. Lori noticed Sherri seemed particularly attracted to Jen, there was even a strong physical resemblance between the two women. And Alan looked like he couldn't believe his luck. They talked for awhile then Alan, after a quick glance to Sherri for her final approval, turned to Jen. "Jen, Sherri and I would like to invite you to join us?" Lori nodded her agreement to Jen as their eyes met. Jen paused, then said slowly. "I think…I'd like that." Alan got out of the hot tub and offered one hand to Sherri, the other to Jen. The three stepped out of the tub and proceeded to dry themselves off. Jen wrapped herself in a towel and then followed the couple as they left the spa. Lori decided to relax, enjoy the hot tub, and wait for Tina. She felt a tingling sensation deep inside as she thought of her. Her excitement level rose as a surge of adrenaline coursed through her body. She was ready. ~ Alan led Sherri and Jen along the long hallway and in through the wrought iron door of the private couples area. Alan chose a cubicle close to the entrance where couples casually walking through would be able to see them. 'These two really are exhibitionists,' Jen thought as she followed Alan. Suddenly she felt Sherri's warm breath on her shoulder and the heat of her naked body close behind her. Sherri's soft hands reached around and caressed her smooth stomach. "I get to have you first," Sherri whispered seductively in Jen's ear. Alan sat in one corner of the cubicle, slowly stroking his erect cock as he carefully watched the two women. His wife began sensuously licking and kissing around Jen's ear lobe and down her neck. Sherri's hands roved up to Jen's breasts and cupped them, feeling their supple softness. Jen closed her eyes and dropped her head back on Sherri's shoulder as she enjoyed the sensation. "I want to taste you now," Sherri said softly as she turned Jen around and had her lay on the padded area in front of her. Alan quickly moved a pillow in behind Jen's head, ensuring her comfort. Sherri knelt between Jen's legs, opening them slowly as she rubbed and caressed up and down her silky smooth legs. Her hands and fingers worked there way up to the crease of Jen's thigh and slowly to her neatly trimmed pubic mound. Alan moved over closer to Jen and watched as Sherri began slowly laving up and down Jen's pussy. She used her fingers to spread open her slit so she could flick and suck on her inner labia. A soft moan escaped from Jen's lips. She felt Alan's large hands lightly fondling her breasts, his fingers gently squeezed, pinched, and rolled her nipples. They grew hard and taut at his touch. Sherri flattened her tongue and licked slowly the entire length of Jen's opening, tasting the mild salt of the juices flowing from her. Alan took one of Jen's hard nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, drawing in a substantial portion of her breast along with it. Jen closed her eyes as she felt the sensations shoot through her body. Sherri used the tip of her tongue as a tiny spear to shallowly penetrate her core. Jen felt her hips elevate off the bed, wanting it deeper. Sherri's tongue moved to Jen's engorged clit, softly laved around it, flicking it lightly. Jen shivered with her every touch. Sherri lifted her hand up to Alan's hard cock, grasped it, jerking it up and down. Alan involuntarily let out a sigh. Sherri looked up at them both. "Alan, I want you to take me from behind," she instructed. Alan slid off the bed and positioned himself behind her. He entered her slowly, guiding his hard member deep into her hot, wet, swollen pussy. Sherri groaned in pleasure as she felt him inside her. Alan began rhythmically pumping her, slowly at first, then with increased intensity. Jen opened her eyes to see Alan thrusting his hips and driving his big cock deep into his wife. Behind him a small group of couples were standing and watching, staring at them. Alan slowed his pace, grinding himself against her ass, his throbbing member filling her completely. He reached around her side and placed his palm upward against her pubic bone. Sherri let out a deep moan as Alan vibrated his finger over her clit. "Ahh…ahh…ahh," Sherri became vocal as Alan resumed his thrusts. She could no longer concentrate. Jen sat up and began fondling her breasts, taking her hard nipples between her fingers and gently squeezing them. Sherri squirmed with every sharp, fleeting twinge of pain. Alan gently took Jen's hand to guide it to Sherri's clit. Jen could feel the swollen bud and began vibrating her finger over it as she had seen Alan do earlier. Alan placed both hands on his wife's waist and began fucking her faster and harder. Sherri's face turned a light crimson, the veins noticeably popping from her neck. She grunted in satisfaction as each thrust drove deep inside her. Jen took one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked on it, drawing it into her mouth as far as she could, then lightly nipping and biting as the flesh withdrew. Sherri's entire body began to shake as she approached orgasm. Jen released from her and lay back. Sherri screamed and convulsed as she came. Alan continued, wildly fucking her through a series of intense orgasms. "Enough…Alan," Sherri finally gasped, breathing heavily, her sweat giving a wet sheen to her tanned body. Alan pulled out and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her neck. Jen reached up and kissed her as well. Sherri smiled at her. "Your turn." ~ Lori lay in the hot tub fantasizing. Suddenly, Tina appeared out of the women's locker area, wearing a black thong bikini. "Mmmm…sexy suit…but hardly necessary," Lori remarked suggestively. "I know…club rules," Tina replied as she slipped under the warm water. "But this is the only area I have to cover up." "So, if I want to undress you we'll have to leave?" Lori smiled at her. "Yes, but can we play a little first?" Tina laughed. Lori moved closer to her, their eyes locked on one another as they reached out to lightly caress each other's shoulders and arms. "Wow, your muscles are hard, you remind me of a man, yet you are so feminine," Tina commented softly. "Fitness America…I've been a regional finalist," Lori answered. "Are you bisexual?" Tina asked boldly. "Yes, but I mostly prefer women," Lori smiled mischievously, "especially beautiful Latino women". She let her hand slide down Tina's body until she reached the top of her thong. Slipping her hand underneath the fabric she made Tina gasp as she traced her middle finger down her opening. Tina responded by spreading her legs slightly. Lori took full advantage, burying her finger deep in Tina's hot pussy. Tina shifted her body on top of Lisa's lap, the rolling water obscuring what was taking place below. They kissed, their tongues chasing, licking, and sucking with increased passion. Tina caressed Lisa's large breasts, her large nipples protruding as they hardened. Neither woman was conscious of the small crowd of voyeurs gathering by the spa door nor those slipping into the room to quietly watch. Lori began rubbing Tina's clit with her thumb as she continued to finger her pussy. "You'll make me come if you don't stop that," Tina whispered breathlessly. "I know…come for me then," Lori replied seductively. "Not here…" Tina pleaded. Lori slid another finger into her tight pussy. "Ohhhh…" escaped Tina's lips. "Yes here…just a little one," Lori asserted confidently. She slid Tina off of her lap and faced her as she sat on the ledge of the hot tub. The voyeurs watched as Lori's arm moved vigorously under the rolling water. Tina moaned and began to writhe, her body moving with Lori's fingers, helping herself get off. She suddenly shuddered and screamed as she came, the sound echoing in the spa. Lori embraced and kissed her, long and lingering. "Now lets go somewhere and really fuck," Lori whispered. ~ Jen looked wide eyed at Alan's huge member as he withdrew from his wife. Alan smiled at Jen, "Would you like some of this?" She nodded. "Do you wish me to wear a condom?" Again Jen nodded. Sherri reached for a small red sack she had brought with her. Producing a condom she tore open the package. She moved over to Alan and placed the condom over the tip of his penis then proceeded to unroll it using her lips as she took his full length in her mouth. "I'd like to see Jen ride you…" Sherri directed. Alan lay down, bending his knees to fit his large frame on the padded area. Jen swung herself overtop of his hips, her eyes fixed on his fully erect penis. She looked intimidated. "Easy, he's big, but you can take it," Sherri coached. Jen moved forward on Alan, positioning directly over his manhood, then slowly lowered herself to him. "I bet that feels as good as it looks," Sherri remarked as Alan's cock separated Jen's outer lips and penetrated her. Jen moved slowly as she took Alan deep inside her tight, wet pussy. "Oh, you're big!" Jen exclaimed as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. Both Alan and Sherri smiled at her. Jen enjoyed being on top, it gave her a feeling of control, and she could move with Alan in her to maximize her pleasure as well as his. She imagined in her mind being on stage with Alan, her body moving with the music, enjoying the sensation and feeling of her body raising and lowering along the shaft of his hard cock. Sherri leaned over her husband to kiss him. Alan caressed her body, his large hands moving up under her breasts, slowly rubbing the sensitive undersides. Their kiss was long and passionate, momentarily ignoring Jen's presence, and the voyeur couples looking on. "Make her come, but don't come inside her. I want us both to enjoy you," Sherri whispered as they broke off their kiss. Jen's body squirmed as Alan began moving under her for the first time, increasing the penetration, and intensifying the pleasure she was receiving. Sherri straddled Alan's head, her knees against his broad shoulders, facing Jen, who was rocking vigorously back and forth on Alan's cock. Sherri could see Jen's arousal was heightening as the momentum of motion on Alan increased. She reached out to her, caressing her breasts, Jen's nipples hardened to her touch. Alan too could feel Jen's excitement rising, she was grinding her pussy into him, contracting her muscles against his hard shaft as she rode him. If not for the condom he would have exploded inside her, but the thin layer of latex deadened the sensation just enough to increase his staying power. The Vacation Ch. 6 With Sherri directly above him he reached up to her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive, she shivered as he rubbed them. She lowered her swollen pussy closer to him, where he could run his tongue along its length, tasting the hot juices leaking from her core. Sherri let out a soft moan as his tongue flicked over her clit. Alan felt a strong sense of satisfaction, he had both women aroused and close to orgasm. Jen was the first over the edge. Alan felt her pussy contract on him as he thrust into her from below. Jen didn't stop riding him, intensifying and prolonging the series of orgasms that pulsed through her body. Alan sensed Sherri was close as well. His tongue found her engorged clit and flicked it rapidly, then bringing himself forward slightly, he closed his mouth and sucked on it. An agonizing moan escaped from Sherri as she too went over the edge with intense pleasure. Finally Jen moved herself off of Alan, his erect cock gleaming with her juices. Alan reached forward and stripped the condom off his throbbing member. Veins bulged along its length, the engorged head almost purple. Sherri brought her mouth down to it. Taking in its full length she sucked on him. Alan could no longer hold back. In a massive spasm Sherri felt a stream of hot cum hit the back of her throat, then another, and another. She smiled, it had been awhile since Alan had come with such intensity. Sherri raised her head, cum dripping from her lips. Jen seized the moment and kissed her, mouth open wide she hungrily licked Alan's cum off her mouth. Alan groaned as he watched them. Jen brought her mouth down to his cock and sucked on it, taking any residual oozing from him. When she finished Jen kissed Sherri again, and was soon joined by Alan. The three embraced affectionately. The voyeur couples that had watched them slowly moved away. ~ To the disappointment of the voyeurs in the spa Lori and Tina threw on towels and quickly left the hot tub area. Their little warm up in the hot tub had increased their arousal, they were both hot and ready. As they passed the orgy room they noticed some activity in the room and stopped, momentarily, to watch alongside a sizable group of voyeurs. Inside was a beautiful young woman, slender, blonde, all natural, with girl-next-door looks being taken by four young studs. One thrust his hard cock into her with long, powerful strokes. By each of her sides was another, rubbing her tits, caressing her body, fingering her clit as she grasped both of their hard cocks in her hands, jerking them off as best she could. The other straddled her face where she avidly sucked on him, taking up to his full length in her mouth. Occasionally she would lose concentration, her moans filling the room as the sensations became too intense. Her husband lay to one side of her head, whispering encouragement and directing the action. Lori and Tina moved on, both compelled by the urgency of their arousal. Reaching the wrought iron door of the private couples area they were told it was full. The voyeur rooms were also busy but dark, as the occupants preferred not to be watched. They had one remaining choice, the orgy room had plenty of room, even with the gangbang going on. Without hesitation the two slipped into the room. Taking a corner away from the others Lori quickly stripped off Tina's black thong and bra. She paused only to gather some pillows behind Tina's head, then buried her face in Tina's pussy. The orgy room was supercharged with sexual energy. As the young woman used up the young studs her husband recruited more from the crowd of voyeurs. It seemed like she could take them all, and loved every second of it. Tina's high-pitched moans soon provided a distraction. Lori lustily licked and sucked on her pussy and clit. She held Tina's arms to her sides as she forcefully drove Tina into an intense series of orgasms. Tina's body convulsed off the padding, twisting and writhing as her orgasms reached their crescendo. She finally collapsed back, fully spent. Lori crawled to her side, kissed and embraced her as she recovered. The women's attention turned to the gangbang. Several men had emerged from the voyeur area and had positioned around the young woman, each stroking themselves to full arousal. Her husband instructed them to ejaculate on her, give her a 'cum' bath, but avoid her face and eyes. The sounds of male orgasm resounded off the walls as multiple streams of hot white cum began landing on her tits and belly. She reveled in it, spreading it over her body, occasionally bringing a finger to her mouth to lick and taste it. After all the men were spent her husband positioned himself between her legs. He poured lube on his fingers then proceeded to open and stretch her asshole. Satisfied she was ready he slowly entered her tight anus. She whispered urgently to him, "Yes, fuck me there…give it to me." He began intensifying his thrusts and was soon pounding her as hard and fast as he could. She came to the edge with a series of moans, then her scream pierced the air as the orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he continued fucking her. Abruptly, he pulled out of her. An instant later a string of cum was driven out over her belly, followed by a second, third, then fourth until he too, was spent. They looked only at each other, somehow oblivious to those around them. Joy, elation, satisfaction, contentment, all emotions were reflected in their faces. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. She sobbed quietly as he held her in his arms. Tina had been caught in the moment. She knew Lori had been behind her, but suddenly realized she was no longer there. Looking over her shoulder she saw why. Jen was sitting by the side of the huge padded bed and Lori had moved over beside her. As they kissed Jen was lightly fingering Lori's pussy. Tina turned around and Jen noticed her watching them. She paused just long enough to look at Tina and smile wickedly. "Thanks Tina, but I'll handle things from here." ~ Vanessa and Lisa rode back to the hotel locked in a passionate embrace. Lisa squirmed at Vanessa's every touch. Vanessa smiled, this was the Lisa she loved to fuck, and she wasn't going to miss it on their last night in Las Vegas. She hoped the rest of the women had enjoyed their evening…and if they hadn't 'it's their own fault' she thought. Her attentions returning to Lisa, she kissed her deeply.