0 comments/ 141132 views/ 15 favorites Nantucket Vacation Ch. 01 By: IntoRLB Every summer, my wife and I go on vacation for a week with Abby, our daughter, to a nice, warm spot near the water. This year, we returned to one of our favorite spots – Nantucket. It was Abby's last summer before college, and she seemed to want to spend every moment with her friends. Rather than drag her along unwillingly, we allowed her to invite one of her friends to join us, knowing that would make her happy. I was secretly delighted when Abby informed us that she had asked Karen to accompany us. Abby is relatively popular and has several close friends, but none as pretty or well-proportioned as Karen. Karen is also eighteen years old, but carries herself with more maturity and confidence than her peers. She has long, dark brown hair that spills over her shoulders and settles casually at the top of her well-formed breasts. She smiles easily, moves gracefully, and seems to be curiously aware of her effect on the opposite gender. I occasionally harbor fantasies involving Karen, but expected they would never come true. After the short ferry ride and even shorter drive to the rented house, all four of us began to unpack. My wife made a grocery list, and I went to the market to stock up on supplies for the week. The rest of the day was spent generally settling in and relaxing, my wife and I inside and Abby and Karen at the beach. Even though I greatly enjoy spending time by the ocean, I'm not much of a beach person. I'd rather spend my time inside with the warm breeze cutting through the house, stretching out on a lounge chair on the generous deck, or relaxing in the outdoor hot tub that beckons from the corner of the deck. It took very little time for Karen to make herself right at home. When not wearing bathing suits, she and Abby wore thin T-shirts and shorts – revealing plenty of smooth, shaven skin – and no shoes. I didn't fully appreciate until the trip how truly personable and magnetic Karen really is. Besides her obvious beauty, she is intelligent, thoughtful, well-spoken, and has interesting ideas and opinions on many subjects. After the second day, I became consciously aware that I had developed a bit of a crush on her. * * * * * On the next day, Monday, Karen and Abby came inside just in time for lunch. As they stood at the counter preparing their sandwiches, they debated what to do that afternoon. The conversation continued in earnest as they turned toward the table, and Karen was so preoccupied that she didn't realize that she had approached the chair I was already sitting in. She finally noticed just as she started to sit down, but it was too late for her to keep her balance. She fell right into my lap with a startled scream, and then she and Abby both burst into laughter. Karen was laughing so hard that she didn't make any immediate move to stand up, so I remained pinned beneath her body, her butt pressing directly on my awakening member and her slender fingers wrapped tightly around my right arm. As she attempted to regain her composure, she jokingly explained that she enjoyed sitting on older men. It didn't take long for her to settle down, and with a soft apology she soon moved to another chair. Abby and Karen continued their debate about their plans for the afternoon, and eventually went for a bike ride. I tried to push the incident out of my mind, but it did nothing too weaken my fantasies of her. Later than night, after my wife had gone to bed, I sat on the easy chair in the living room watching TV. Karen and Abby wandered in together and asked what I was watching. Abby went to the sofa and stretched out, leaving no room for Karen. When Karen motioned for her to move over, Abby resisted, complaining that she was too comfortable. Karen glanced at me, and then back over at Abby. "Well, I like sitting on older men's laps anyway!" she announced as she walked over to me and sat down right on my lap. Abby didn't seem to care, or even find it strange, and I pretended as though it was no big deal. Karen leaned back, settling her body against my chest, and draped her right leg over mine. I placed my left hand on her left shoulder and tried in vain to concentrate on the TV show. I willed myself to stay limp, but my penis had other ideas. As the blood rushed to that part of my body and pushed up against Karen's bottom, I knew she would feel it. Sure enough, as we all silently watched TV, I could tell by her shifting that Karen could feel me harden. She didn't say a word and tried to let me think she didn't notice it as she slowly and subtlety rubbed herself over me. I was so turned on and so engorged that I periodically flexed my groin muscles, pushing myself more forcefully against her weight. She flinched just a bit each time as she continued to rub in circles. I gently massaged her shoulder and neck with my left hand, very subtlety pushing down to increase the pressure on my lap. There was nothing overt about our actions (Abby didn't notice a thing), but Karen must have known what she was doing to me. We sat in this position, quietly and slowly rubbing our bodies together, for an agonizing twenty minutes during which I remained harder than I've ever been. When the TV show ended, Karen pushed heavily against me as she stood up. Abby stretched and came over to kiss me goodnight. I could tell from the way Karen looked at me, eyes sparkling with mischief, that she was considering kissing me goodnight at well. Sure enough, she leaned over, placed her hand on my thigh, and kissed me on the cheek, just grazing my lips. Then both of them left the room on their way to bed, and I took a cold shower before slipping into bed and spooning my sleeping wife. * * * * * On Tuesday evening, my wife and I sat across from each other in the spacious hot tub while Abby and Karen watched TV inside. As we talked and shifted our bodies beneath the water, our feet would occasionally brush each other. I kept my foot in contact with hers, rubbing it gently back and forth across her shin. She stopped talking, leaned back, and sighed contentedly. I continued massaging her feet and shins as we both gazed up at the darkening sky. Suddenly, my wife pulled her feet back and placed them on top of mine to give me the same treatment I had given her. I lifted my head to look at her and noticed a sly smile spreading across her face. She glanced towards the sliding door, as though to make sure we were still alone, and then lifted her foot up higher on my leg and rubbed it along my thigh until her toes brushed against by bathing suit. I lay my head back down with soft moan, my arms stretched out along the rim of the hot tub, as she flexed her toes against my covered penis, bringing me to a rigid state. I wiggled my hips to increase the wonderful sensation. Before long, her other foot joined the first, and she grabbed my covered penis beneath her smooth in-steps. I groaned again, willing her to continue. She had no intention of stopping. She pulled one foot back to the bottom of my bathing suit and slipped her toes under the leg opening. As she wiggled in further, I closed my eyes and braced myself. Moments later, I felt the skin-to-skin contact against my scrotum. She interchangeably tickled my scrotum with her toes and rubbed the length of my penis until we both heard the door slide open and Abby and Karen stepping out on to the deck. My wife, far from an exhibitionist, quickly withdrew her foot and welcomed them into the hot tub. Since my wife and I were across from each other, Abby and Karen settled themselves between us. Karen sat on my right and Abby on my left, and we all enjoyed the wet heat and talked about favorite movies. The hot tub was certainly roomy enough for four, but knees and feet would occasionally cross paths in the center. I was still rock-hard from my wife's antics, and simply willing my hard-on to go away was impossible sitting next to Karen and grazing her knee. At one point in the conversation, Karen's knee rubbed against my leg and stayed there. When it became clear that the knee was intentionally touching me, I looked around at the position of the three women in the tub to make sure I wasn't confusing the owner of the knee. Karen must have suspected my uncertainty, and she laid any doubts to rest by increasing the pressure against my leg while smiling broadly at me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get out of the hot tub without revealing my hardened state to all three women, and I wasn't sure what would happen if I stayed. While debating my course of action, I felt Karen's hand sliding over my knee and on to my thigh, alternatively squeezing and caressing my leg. Although the movie discussion continued, I gave up trying to pay attention and rested my head back, breathlessly waiting to see how far this would go. Karen sensed that I was submitting to her, and she wasted no time in raising her hand higher and higher until it reached my bathing suit. I sank lower in the tub, willing myself not to moan out loud, and held my breath. Karen's fingers slipped under my bathing suit, exactly where my wife's foot had been five minutes before, and continued their journey until they found my scrotum. She cupped it and gently massaged my testicles, tickling me with her fingertips. Her hand moved up to encircle my shaft and she squeezed it tightly. She loosened and tightened her grip several time, and then commenced to jerk me off within the confines of my bathing suit. The sensation was incredible. "Are you okay, honey?" my wife asked. I realized my face was tight and my breathing unsteady. Karen squeezed a little harder and continued pumping as I answered. "I guess I'm just feeling a little queasy. It must be the second cheeseburger I had for dinner." I was desperate to get out of the situation, but couldn't possibly climb out without revealing my erection. Fortunately, Karen gave one last pump and then pulled her hand away, announced that she was going to go read, and then climbed out. The rest of us climbed out soon thereafter. * * * * * In bed later that night, my wife and I had passionate sex, and both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Sometime in the middle of the night, I gradually became aware of sexual sensations. As I lay there with my eyes closed, the grog slowly lifting, I realized that someone was playing with my penis. It had been hours since the intercourse, so it didn't take long for me to respond physically to the squeezing and pumping. I groaned softly, turned my head towards my wife, and opened one heavy eyelid. It took just a moment to realize that she was sound asleep, facing away from me. I immediately jumped fully awake and lifted my head to see what was happening. Karen was kneeling beside the bed looking directly at me, with one hand hidden beneath the covers. I moaned again and she smiled picked up her pace. She lifted her free hand and placed her finger in front of her lips, reminding me to stay quiet as she worked me over. Then Karen slowly peeled back the covers. She continued to pump as she leaned in closer. I could feel her hot breath against the head of my penis and silently begged her to take me into her mouth. She turned her head to look at me, smiled again, and then turned back and sank her mouth over my penis. She sucked slowly at first, pumping all the while, and gradually picked up the pace. I reached down and placed a hand on the top of her head as she bobbed up and down, vacuuming me with her mouth. It occurred to me that my wife might wake up, but the sensation was far too powerful for me to worry about it. She continued sucking and pumping relentlessly, and I signaled her with my hand on her head that I was about to come. Moments later, her pace continuing full force, I arched my back, threw back my head and stifled a huge groan as I released a full load into her mouth. She continued, sucking down every last drop, until my erection was gone. Then she kissed me right on the lips, pulled the covers back over me, and slipped silently out of the room. To Be Continued (depending on feedback) Nantucket Vacation Ch. 02 This could not continue. Here I was, trapped in a small house with my wife – whom I love dearly – my daughter, and a beautiful young vixen who was intent on driving me crazy. I did not want to do anything to jeopardize my marriage, but I couldn't resist fantasizing about Karen. She was so hot with her toned figure, long legs, silky smooth skin, and melting smile. But her eyes. The way she looked at me, playfully wanting me, realizing how desperately I wanted her, and knowing that I was so conflicted. She made the most of the situation. Winking at me when nobody else noticed, dropping her eyes to catch a quick glimpse at my groin, sitting across from me provocatively and subtly opening and closing her legs. She delighted in tormenting me. But would she try to take it further? She had already stroked me in the hot tub and surprised me in the middle of the night with a mind-numbing blow job while my wife slept peacefully beside me. It seemed inevitable that she might raise the stakes, and I knew I didn't have the strength to resist her bold advances. So I had to tell her to back off. My opportunity arose in the late afternoon. My wife was sitting out on the deck enjoying the sun, and Abby, our daughter, went outside to talk to her. Karen was in the bathroom at the time, and I decided immediately to speak with her as soon as she appeared. When Karen walked into the kitchen, I saw her look around and notice that we were alone. Her eyes fixed on me and her tongue coyly pushed away at the inside of her cheek while she started to slowly approach me. As she neared, her lips gradually spread into a bigger smile. But before she got too close and I lost my resolve, I told her we had to stop. "Stop what?" She asked, hesitating in her stride. "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about," I said with as much authority as I could muster. "I don't want to be unfaithful to my wife, so you have to back off." She just stared at me for a few moments, trying to figure out how to respond. I continued. "You're a beautiful girl, Karen, and I'm sure you have no trouble finding boys. But I'm way too old for you, I'm married, and it's just wrong. Please just stop." Another moment passed. The Nantucket breeze wisped through the screen door. A few seagulls squawked in the distance. Karen just shrugged her shoulders and went outside to join Abby. I really thought it was over. Karen, obviously, had other plans. ****************************************** I was up late that night. My wife and the girls had gone to bed, but I got caught up in a stupid, late-night science fiction movie about killer pterodactyls. When all the creatures were finally toast and the credits rolled, I got up, stretched, and shut off the television. Walking past the girls' room, I peeked through the crack in the door. The lights were off, but the beds and their sleeping figures were silhouetted in the moonlight. I quietly entered the room, stepped quietly to Abby's bed, and leaned down to kiss her goodnight. As I turned to leave, Karen spoke. "What about me?" Her voice startled me. "I thought you were asleep," I said. "Sorry to bother you." "I just want a goodnight kiss too. I'm feeling a bit lonely right now." What was she up to? "Karen, I meant what I said before." "I asked you for an innocent goodnight kiss. I guess I thought you wouldn't mind. Oh, just forget it." She rolled away from me and curled into a fetal position under the sheet. Feeling badly that I may be a bit too paranoid, I crossed the room to her bed, bent down, and kissed her on the cheek. She signed happily, turned her head, reached up, wrapped her hand behind my neck, and gently pulled me back down. I didn't have time to protest before our lips made contact. My mind raced. Here we go again! I've got to stop this. But those lips. I couldn't believe how soft her lips were. And her purring. And her fingers stroking the back of my neck. Her tongue gently pushing against my lips, begging me to receive it. No, no, no. This is exactly what I need to avoid. I began to pull away and tell her to stop, but my efforts worked against me. She pulled me back down and took advantage of the opportunity to stick her tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around my own as our lips continued to hold and explore each other. Her other hand reached up, so that both hands held the back of my neck, and she yanked me down on top of her. "Ummmmpppphhhhhh," I exhaled as I fell on to her warm body, our lips still locked, her tongue never hesitating in its exploration. What was happening? This must stop. My damn daughter is asleep 8 feet away. But wow, is she a fantastic kisser! I put my hand against her shoulder and used the leverage to pull my face away from Karen's. She tried to keep our lips planted, but I was too strong for her. "You're amazing, Karen, but I can't do this." I found I was panting a bit while I spoke, out of a combination of exhaustion and an erection so hard that it must have drained blood away from vital parts of my body. Karen kept one hand around my neck, and moved the other to the top of her cotton nightgown. Without saying a word, she deftly unbuttoned the top button. Then the next one. The flaps were beginning to separate, the swell of her breasts met my gaze. Another button. Then one more. Her nipples were still barely covered by the fabric, but it was a captivating site. Then her arm reached back up to me and, catching me a bit by surprise as I gaped at the tops of her breasts and the space between them, she used all her might to pull me back down, so that my head landed at the top of her chest. Without missing a beat, she threw her head back and pushed my shoulders down her body. Her intention was obvious, and her smell, skin, and whimpering overcame my morality. I nibbled her shoulder. I kissed the top of her collar bone. I licked my way down her chest to the top of her breasts, and kept going until my face lodged between them. I was surrounded by her wonderful breasts. Moving to the right, I used my nose to push the loose fabric over her now-exposed, protruding nipple, and ran my tongue all around it. She moaned, pulling me against her more forcefully. I alternately sucked and kissed each nipple while Karen writhed in pleasure. The danger of my situation – my daughter asleep in the adjacent bed and wife in the next room – did not occur to me while my lips made love to her breasts. But as soon as I felt the pressure pushing me still lower, I became nervous. "Karen, we can't! Abby might wake up, and it's going too far." "It's only fair, Mr. ______. Remember the other night? Time for you to return the favor." Her voice was both insistent and desperate. "Karen, this is too much. It's too dangerous," I begged, glancing over to make sure Abby was still asleep. "Keep going, or I'll scream. Then you'll have plenty to worry about!" Looking back, I can only assume she was bluffing. But at the time, the combination of her threat, her beckoning body, her continued pressure against my shoulders, and my sexual urges made a powerful combination. I continued lower (she signed happily), pulling the sheets down her body, reached my hand down her hip and thigh until I found the bottom of her nightgown, and slowly and silently spread it back up until her womanhood was fully exposed. I wasted no time in diving in. She was incredibly wet, her odor very strong, and I reached in with both fingers and tongue. I wrapped my tongue around and over her nub while sticker two fingers inside her. In and out, in and out. Karen began to gyrate furiously. In and out. Lick, suck, lick, lick, lick, suck. Her body began to tense. Her legs opened further, her hands now running through my hair. Lick lick lick lick. In and out, in and out. Her breathing was short and rapid. I reaching up and pincher her nipple, sending her way over the edge with a vengeance. Karen smothered her pillow over her face as she climaxed violently. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Ohhhhhhhhhhh Myyyyyyy Gaaaaaawwwwwwddddd!!!" Her hips bucked. Her thighs squeezed my head like a vice. For ten seconds her climax continued, until, exhausted and spent, her whole body finally relaxed. As Karen panted and tried to catch her breath, I lifted myself up, kissed her on the forehead, and turned to leave. "Thanks for the good night kiss," she said, smiling. ****************************************** Karen seemed very happy the next morning at breakfast. My wife even commented on her good mood, and she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. My wife and I planned a long walk on the beach, and the girls were going to hang out for an hour or so and then drive into town to shop at Nantucket's quaint stores. We waived goodbye, left the house, and started down the wooden-planked path to the beach. We had made it most of the way when I somehow managed to turn my ankle as I stepped. My foot lodged momentarily between the planks, and my momentum twisted my ankle and sent me sprawling to the ground. The pain shot through my ankle and leg, bringing a swift and unexpected end to my walk. "Here, let me help you back to the house, honey," offered my wife. "Don't be silly," I answered. "You've been looking forward to this walk for the last two days, and you can't let my idiocy prevent you from going." I grimaced bravely as another wave of pain shot through me. She shook her head and began to respond, but I cut her off. "I can get myself back to the house, but I'm not going for any long walk any time soon, so you may as well just go. Enjoy it." Convinced, she helped me up, double-checked that I was well enough to make it back to the house, kissed me on the cheek, and said she would compromise and make it a short walk and then rush back to check on me. Off she went. I managed to get back up the path and into the house, but man, it really did hurt! I called Abby to help me up to my room, but the music from her room must have prevented her from hearing me. Using the banister, I made it upstairs and headed along the wall toward the girls' room. Their door was slightly ajar, and I could see Abby sitting on her bed. I was just about to knock when Abby reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts. This was getting interesting. "I just wish they weren't so small!" she quipped. Karen, whom I couldn't see at first, crossed the room and appeared in my view. "What are you talking about, Ab? Your breasts are fine!" "No they're not! They're small enough that guys never seem to notice them." "Let me see," demanded Karen. Abby stared at her as though Karen had just spoken another language. "Come on, let me see them." Abby obviously didn't know what to do. She started mumbling something when Karen finally lost patience and grabbed the bottom of Abby's shirt. "Since when are you so damn shy, girl?" she asked as she lifted Abby's shirt straight up and over her head. Abby had not been wearing a bra, and her hands shot up to cover her now-exposed breasts. I knew I should turn away, go back downstairs, or somehow remove myself from this precarious situation. This was my own daughter, and I should not be thinking of her in any sexual terms. But curiosity on how this saga would unfold, not to mention a growing erection, effectively planted me in place. "I can't see them, Ab," complained Karen. Abby reluctantly, and very slowly and nervously, moved her hands away from her breasts so that Karen could get a look. "Look at them! They're just fine." Karen reached out, a little too quickly for Abby to stop her, and firmly grabbed her right breast." Abby startled and instinctively leaned back, but Karen shifted forward and maintained her grip. "What are you doing, Karen?" asked Abby, who was obviously confused and surprised by the situation. "Just debunking your theory. Your breasts are perfectly fine. They feel good to me." Karen cupped Abby's other breast with her other hand, and started to manipulate them. Abby's breathing grew heavier as Karen massaged her breasts. "Karen? Wh–" Abby muttered, but Karen cut her off. "Shhhhhhh." Karen's hands continued to massage Abby's breasts, and Abby was beginning to release herself to the sensations. Karen's thumbs and fingers focused more and more on Abby's erect nipples, causing her to arch her back a bit and shut her eyes. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, that feels really good," moaned Abby. Karen twisted and pinched and rolled Abby's breasts and nipples, sending her further and further into an abandoned dream state. She then leaned in and flicked her tongue over her nipple. What a reaction that caused! Abby gasped and groaned and arched her back even further, forcing her tits closer to Karen. Her invitation clear, Karen leaned in further and planted her lips over Abby's nipple, swirling and twirling her tongue, nibbling it gently with her teeth, and continuing to pinch and twist the other nipple with her fingers. Abby's breathing grew labored but rhythmic, and she moaned almost continuously. Karen picked her pace, pushed Abby back so that she was lying down, and lay on top of her, her mouth still locked on to Abby's nipple. Her hand abandoned Abby's other breast and trailed down her stomach until it rested on her pubic bone, pushing and massaging Abby's genitals, but on top of her shorts. Both girls were moaning now, and it wasn't long until Abby lost control. "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" An orgasm welled up and burst out. She screamed through her gasps amid Karen's continued oral and digital stimulations. My cock was pushing so rigidly against my shorts that I thought it was going to rip right through them. I grabbed hold and, to make sure they wouldn't see me, hobbled back downstairs, out the screen door, and flopped on to the lounge chair. A short time later, the girls came downstairs, and noticed me outside through the screen door. They came outside to find out what had happened, and then got me a pillow to elevate my leg and a pack of ice to slow the swelling. They did not seem to suspect that I had witnessed their fun. ****************************************** My ankle did not improve the whole day. On the contrary, it seemed to get worse. In the early evening, while I was confined to the sofa with my leg elevated, my wife announced that she needed to head out to the market. Abby went with her to keep her company, leaving Karen alone to look after me. Gulp. When the shopping party left, Karen disappeared into her bedroom for a few minutes, and then emerged wearing an extra-long T-shirt. I couldn't tell whether she wore shorts – or even panties – beneath it, but her prior actions did not instill me with confidence. All I could see was the light blue shirt extending to her mid-thighs, and nothing but smoothly shaven legs and beautiful bare feet below. She moved about the room deliberately, fluffing a pillow here, clearing a cup there, avoiding my suspicious gaze. "Can I get you a drink or something?" she asked. "No thanks," I answered. "I don't feel like much of anything right now. This whole situation just sucks!" I was not happy to have my vacation ruined by a twisted ankle. Karen turned her head toward me. "Oh, it's not all bad, is it?" A smile spread across her face. "I suppose if you like spending your vacation spread out on the coach, it might be a relief to sprain your ankle. Otherwise, it pretty much sucks entirely." Karen walked over, and I had to exert great energy to avoid staring at her legs as she approached. She sat down next to me, on the edge of the cushion, and placed her hand on my chest. "There must be something I can do to make you more comfortable." Her hand gently rubbed light circles across my chest as she looked at me, waiting for an answer. I could feel the warmth of her bare thigh against my hip. "Karen, we can't do anything. Please just let me lie here and be miserable in peace," I pleaded. She continued to massage my chest, leaning against me with a little more weight. "How about if we just lie down together and not do anything else?" As she spoke, she snaked her body on top of mine, so that she was lying directly on top of me, her hip on top of mine, her legs stretched over mine, and her toes resting on my ankles. She buried her head into the crook of my neck and draped her hands over my shoulders, sighing contentedly. I didn't object. I was too weak to put up a fight, and I thought she might not go any further. Hah! Slowly, quietly, her lips nuzzled my neck, gently kissing, pecking, licking, and nibbling. At the same time, she began to rotate her hips directly over my groin, summoning a powerful erection. The combination felt incredible. "Karen..." ...oh, it felt amazing... "you've got to stop..." She continued bathing my neck with her kisses and increased the pressure against my groin. "Ohhhhhh, that feels too good!!" I moaned as she continued her antics. Then she dragged her body up further and pushed herself into a sitting position, so that her weight rested on my abdomen and her hands rested on my chest. She leaned forward to kiss me right on the lips and, at the same time, placed the top of her foot directly against my trapped, engorged penis. As she kissed me deeply, her toes massaged me. I groaned deeply, unable to resist her seduction. She then somehow managed to slip her toes beneath my waistband and I felt her brush directly against my prick – skin-to-skin. I groaned again and lifted my hips to meet her pressure. Both of her feet were now trapped in my shorts, massaging and playing with my stiffness. She slipped a tongue deep in my mouth and pinched my nipples through my shirt. I could not take much more of this, and I felt the pressure welling up inside me. Still kissing me, Karen shifted her weight and used her feet to push my shorts and underpants down my legs, so that my dick proudly stood upright against her toned stomach. She then sat up again, lifted the bottom of her shirt up above her mid-section – confirming that she wore nothing beneath – and rubbed her bare pussy up and down the length of my dick. "Karen," I panted breathlessly, "please don't." Her motions felt so amazing, but I didn't want to go all the way with her. I grunted as she continued her gyrations. "Oh my god!" "Don't worry," she said soothingly. "I think you're too big to fit inside me anyway." I nodded in mock-agreement, eyes tightly shut as I enjoyed the feeling of her wet pussy lips against me. "Here, let me show you." With that, Karen moved one of her hands down my stomach, grabbed my penis, and held it upright, squeezing it tightly and then relaxing several times. She shifted up and forward, and placed the tip against her lips. "See? I don't think it fits." She pushed down so that the head of my penis pushed up against her lips. She was so tight, though, I didn't enter her. I breathed very heavily. I couldn't believe what was happening, but the feeling was incredible. "Look, even if I push hard, I bet it won't go in." Karen increased her weight against me, so that the tip pushed into her warm vagina, and she held me there, on the brink of ecstasy. "You're just too big for me." She rotated her hips, gradually increasing the pressure, until she sank all the way down on top of me, our pubic hairs intermingling. "Aaaarrrrrggggghhhh!" I groaned, throwing my head back and lifting my hips to push as deep as I could. Karen herself began to breath heavily as well. She placed both hands on my chest again, and bounced up and down of top of me. Faster and faster. In and out, in and out. "Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh" she moaned, as she continued to pick up speed. "Karen, I can't hold it! I'm gonna cum!" Impossibly, she bounced even harder and faster until, unable to control it any longer, I groaned loudly, thrust up to meet her, and shot my load inside her. Nantucket Vacation Ch. 02 "Mmmmmmmmfffffffffffffffffffff" I yelled as spurt after spurt shot into her. She continued milking me until I was totally spent, and then collapsed on top of me. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. Then she purred, "Well, I guess I was wrong. You do fit after all." It will remain the most incredible, mind-blowing, fantasy-fulfilling vacation a guy could ever have. My wife never found out, but she did notice that our sex improved dramatically. So I guess Karen really did us both a favor. Hmmmmm. The End