by Lexi Hunt
He sighed. Life was busy these days. Debbie’s crack whore of a mother was holding up the divorce, and even though Brody was certain he would get what he wanted when the case came to court, Alice was fighting back desperately…she knew he had cashed in his 401K and sold the house, and she wanted as much of the money as she could get. In the meantime, he and Debbie were building the resort a piece at a time. The bungalows were spectacular, private, offered easy access to the beach, and were surrounded by glorious year round blossoming flowers and plants. Brody had planted and planned, making the best possible use of the twelve acres. The bungalows would not be physically isolated, but the plants, shrubs, and topiary made them seem miles from anywhere.
Debbie had blossomed like the plants had, and she adored walking around in nothing at all or in just the brightly printed cottons sarongs that she tied low on her slim seductive hips. The smooth deep tan that now covered her entire body was spectacularly attractive. Brody smiled to himself. The nights were the best. At the end of the long tiring days of honest hard work, Debbie came to him willingly, with desire and love in her eyes, and lust in her nubile body. Brody had never felt more a man.
She didn’t stop with making his nights a paradise though, Debbie was a perpetually horny young woman and she loved for him to watch her as much as she liked fucking him. Debbie wore as little as she could get away with, judging her dress by the way the guests dressed. The first two couples had only been here for a day and a half, and she had the women running around in the sarongs…or nothing at all.
That first night Debbie had led him to the waterfall, and they had stopped at Brody’s spying place before approaching the pool. One of the couples was already in the pleasant water. Debbie had touched her finger to Brody’s lips and mouthed the word ‘hush.’ She had taken her sarong and tied it low on her hips, so low that it was easy to tell that she shaved the platinum blonde hair of her pussy. With a seductive roll of her hips and a fresh blossom tucked behind her ear she had walked to the edge of the pool and stood with her hip cocked, a long slender leg exposed by the edges of the sarong where they joined. Her small tanned breasts thrust challengingly forward, she asked them in a husky voice if there was anything they wanted. The handsome young groom did his best to hide the lust that he felt as soon as he saw Debbie, but the young bride was under no constraints at all.
The bride, whose name was Connie and whose build was much the same as Debbie’s, raised her hands above and behind her and untied the tiny flowered bikini top she wore and tossed it deliberately on the stone patio surrounding the pool. Connie held out her arms to Debbie wordlessly, and Debbie untied the knot at her hip. Naked, Debbie had waded into the pool and into Connie’s arms. As she trembled in Connie’s arms, Debbie had glanced over at her daddy and was ecstatic to see that he was watching as Connie fingered her and sucked at her breasts. She turned her attention to Connie and gave as good as she got.
Brody watched in rapt fascination as the two women kissed and made love…and when the new groom stepped behind Debbie and moved his swollen cock to the entrance of her pussy, Brody’s cock hardened even more. He could hear Debbie and Connie egging the young groom on, and it heightened his voyeuristic experience…it was almost as if it had been scripted just to entertain him.
“Oh god yes Todd,” Debbie wailed, “stick that hard cock inside me, I want to feel it inside me.”
“Shit this is making me hot!” Connie breathed, “Fuck her baby, push it in hard!” Connie was playing with Debbie’s hard nipples, alternating her fingers pinching and her teeth chewing at the rubbery little nubbins. Debbie pushed Todd back to where he was sitting on the pool retaining wall and spread her legs wide. Brody watched, breathing hard, as Connie knelt chest deep in the water and put her lips and tongue to work on Debbie’s madly swirling pussy.
“Oh my god!” Debbie screamed as she came, Todd crumpling behind her as he sprayed the inside of her pussy with his hot cum. Todd’s bride sucked the overflow from Debbie’s clenching pussy. Connie, grinning widely, slid slowly up the front of Debbie’s body and then kissed her lips. Brody could see them sharing the thick viscous fluid back and forth between them as they kissed. His own cock erupted in his hands.
Debbie walked back to their bungalow, holding hands with her daddy and chattering away, never bothering to put the sarong back on. When they reached their bungalow, she lay down on her back on the big area rug with her knees apart and silently begged him to fuck her.
Brodie knelt between his daughter’s widespread thighs and sank easily into her sweet pussy. Whether it was the taboo nature of the contact or just one of her natural attributes Brody was never sure…but he had never felt a woman as hot inside as Debbie. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he thrust easily into her, and her lips came to his ear.
“Todd wants to watch you fuck Connie,” she whispered. “I do too Daddy!”
Brody almost pulled out of her pussy in surprise. “What the hell?”
He was up on his hands and knees, and Debbie’s hips hunched upward to keep his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. “Oh fuck Daddy don’t stop!” Her eyes had a faraway look and Brody could tell she was agitated…in a way that was making her hornier than he’d ever seen her. Debbie had changed from a sweet loving daughter to a sexually demanding woman. She wanted his cock and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less than all he had to give her.
They lay together on the area rug, Debbie idly stroking her stepfather’s wavy hair. “They met at a swinger’s group and they never planned to get out of the lifestyle. Connie and Todd have been living together for four years…they came to us because the adult resorts were booked and this is the only week they had free.” She looked at Brody, “And Connie has a serious case of the hots for you! Todd was teasing her about the way she was looking at you when I brought them their drinks…they don’t know you’re my Dad.”
“This is all going kind of fast for me baby girl,” Brody said, “and swinging was the last thing on my mind…I’m having enough trouble keeping up with you.”
“Come on Daddy, it’s not something planned, just let it happen. I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere. Maybe we just don’t see things the same way, but in this day and age hardly anyone believes that there is just one and one only sexual partner for a whole lifetime. When you think about it, it’s kind of a stupid idea.”
Brody tried hard to keep the astonishment off his face, but he failed.
“Come on Daddy, if a couple has been married for thirty years and one or the other of them loses interest in sex, why should their spouse suffer? And why throw away thirty years of a relationship just because your spouse fucked somebody? Is that the act of a rational being? More than half of the marriages in the U.S. end in divorce because of the stupid and childish moral attitude set forth as a standard by a woman who was a closet nymphomaniac! Jealous people don’t have a faithful relationship…jealous men or women have already lost their belief in their partner’s fidelity.”
She sat looking at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. The one she got relieved her. Brody took her in his arms. “How did you get to be so smart in just eighteen years?” he asked.
The outflow from the waterfall pool entered the crystal clear lagoon over a bed of sugar white sand. The lagoon was sandy bottomed and devoid of the coral so prolific just outside the mouth of the lagoon, and it was destined for fame as a great spot for skinnydipping honeymooners. Debbie and Brody were skinny dipping by moonlight the next day when Connie called out from the shore. “Would you two mind a little company?”
Brody blushed, which Debbie thought was adorable. “Uhhh, I’m not wearing a swimsuit…” Connie giggled and dropped her sarong to the sand.
“Well, in that case, I don’t need one either! Come on Todd, it seems you’re the only prude left in the group!” Todd’s Bermuda shorts sailed into the air. Connie waded directly to Brody, throwing her arms around his neck. She rubbed her hard belly against his hard cock and shivered. “
Ooooh! Is that for me?”
Debbie heard the stage whisper and giggled. “I think he stays that way! Every time I turn around that thing is hard.”
“Is that right Brody?” Connie asked, turning around and trapping his erection between the cheeks of her shapely ass. He could feel her rubbing the puckered ring of her ass deliciously against the head of his cock. “Please tell me you’re an ass man,” she whispered. “Todd doesn’t like doing it but I love being fucked in the ass!”
“Anything to please a guest,” Brody said with a nervous smile. Connie sighed and wriggled her hips, pressing her ass down on his swollen glans. He slipped easily inside her and the dry heat of her ass gripped his shaft tightly.
“Oh hell yes,” Connie whimpered, “God that feels so good!” Todd stepped to her and kissed her open mouth. “He’s fucking my ass baby, and it feels so good!” she told her husband breathlessly. Her voice changed, rising with excitement as Brody fucked her. “Does it excite you baby?” she asked, “Do you like watching Brody fuck my ass?”
Debbie reached under the water and grasped Todd’s cock. “He’s excited all right Connie, he’s hard as a rock.” Connie’s eyes were wide as Debbie stroked Todd’s cock.
“Will you fuck him? I want to see you fuck him Debbie, that makes me so damned hot!” Debbie pulled herself around Todd and wrapped her long tanned legs around his waist. Her eyes locked with Connie’s as Todd’s cock penetrated her pussy; Connie now had one arm around Debbie’s neck and one arm around Todd’s. Brody had never been involved in a foursome before, and he found it wildly exciting. Somehow they managed to cum within minutes of each other and crawl up onto the beach.
Brody lay on the beach, staring up at the amazing number of stars in the Caribbean sky and listening to the wind blowing the palm fronds against each other. He had never felt more at peace with himself. A pair of giggles drew his attention to the girls, and for an instant he felt a pang of jealousy as he saw Debbie’s blond hair and Connie’s short bobbed brunette hair over Todd’s cock. The younger man lay back with his hands behind his head as the women sucked his cock and his balls lazily.
“Am I invited to this party?” a husky voice called from the shadows. It belonged to the female half of the other honeymoon couple.
“Why the hell not?” Brody said, “Come on over.” He was surprised to see that she was alone.
“Where’s your other half?” he asked with a shy grin. The woman was older, and she was striking more than beautiful. She wore a bikini top and a sarong, and she had firm full breasts that defied gravity intimidatingly.
“I’m Natalie,” she said demurely, “and my husband is passed out on our bed, exhausted.” Brody eyed the tall, classically proportioned woman and automatically knew she had fucked the man into a stupor. Her dark eyes, ass length straight black hair, high cheekbones, and aquiline nose matched up with the reddish cast to her skin to mark her as a native American. Connie and Debbie looked up to say hello and and Debbie waved the new woman over to Todd’s recumbent body.
“We could use a little help with this horndog,” Debbie said with a smile. She made room for Natalie and reached out her hand.
“You don’t mind?” Natalie asked Connie.
Connie leaned over and kissed the new woman and then reached for the tie on Natalie’s bikini top. Natalie’s breasts were gorgeous, and topped with dusky rigid nipples. She bent over and wrapped her generous full lips around Todd’s cock…Connie watched in fasciation as Natalie took the entire length into her mouth with practiced ease. Debbie slid over to Brody and grabbed his hardening cock.
“She’s sexy as hell Daddy,” Debbie whispered.
Brody nodded. “You sure gave up your place easily,” he teased her.
Debbie gazed at him and he noticed for perhaps the thousandth time how incredibly long her lashes were, and the deep cerulean blue of her eyes. When she looked at him like this he was sure his heart would burst with love for her. “I like having sex with other guys Daddy, especially when you’re watching me…but I’d rather be fucking you.” She dipped her head and licked delicately at the head of his cock while she was stroking him. “And I’ll bet you’ve got the tastiest cock in the Caribbean!”
Debbie pushed him back on the sand and knelt between his widespread legs. “Just lie back and enjoy this Daddy,” she whispered, “and if you’re lucky, you’ll enjoy this as much as I will!”
Brody had always loved the feel of a woman’s mouth on his penis, but what Debbie was doing to him was more than a blowjob. She was making love to his cock, worshiping it with her lips and tongue.
Some women got a sense of power from giving head, other women did it because they knew it was something their men desired. It was a rare woman who did it for her own pleasure, to satisfy their own desire…and tonight, Debbie was the rarest of the rare, a woman who felt all three reasons. She teased and licked until Brody’s cock was straining and his hips were thrusting involuntarily back and forth.
When he came, his eyes were wide from the magic she had wrought in the tropical night…but the very best feeling was the one he got when she had finished swallowing his thick, creamy cum. “I love you Daddy!”
THE METAMORPHOSIS OF A TOMBOY
SYNOPSIS:
When John took his tomboy stepdaughter Amelia along on a very profitable job in Costa Rica he expected to have a good time with his favorite helper. The sweet tropical night and the remote location bring them together in a way he never expected.
Amelia had always been close to John Coulter. Even when he had first become her stepfather she had followed him around everywhere he went. She loved to watch his strong hands as they worked with wood or as they repaired lights and switches and plumbing. She was a bright child and she soaked up his knowledge like a sponge. They had fished together and hunted together, almost as if she was his son as her mother despaired of ever curing her daughter of her tomboy ways.
John was the head of maintenance for a very large hotel, and he was so good at it that many of the regular customers knew and liked him. The hotel also managed a string of condos along the beach, which gave John opportunities to make a little cash along with his regular paycheck.
“I’m telling you John,” Arthur Devlin said, “It needs some work, a couple of week’s worth at least, but I got it so cheap I wasn’t worried about it. Land is cheap enough in Costa Rica, but this was an estate sale and the place is so far off the beaten path that I was the only one bidding on it.”
“So you want me to fix the place up on my vacation time?” John asked him.
“I’ve arranged a shipment of supplies that even you can’t work through in two weeks,” Arthur said, “You can hire whoever you like, I’ll be sending you down in the company jet…you can even take your family. The power’s there, but until you get the wiring checked out it’s going to be pretty primitive…but the money’s as good as you could get for a two week project John. Eight thousand for the two weeks, out of which you’ll have to feed and pay whoever you hire to work with you. If you complete the job in two weeks, there’s a two thousand dollar bonus…that should make a helluva dent in Amelia’s college tuition.”
“I’ll be there,” John told him, and they shook hands on the deal.
‘It’s a tropical paradise Linda,” John said, “you’ll love it and it will make a wonderful vacation.”
“John, I’ve already told you…if you and Amelia want to spend your vacation in a musty old shack, getting dirty and covered with sawdust and paint, have at it! I’m going to stay right her in my air conditioning with my hot water and my television.” His wife glared at him. “That’s the last I have to say about the matter John Coulter.”
“Mom was really pissed, wasn’t she?” Amelia asked her Daddy as they rode in the stiffly sprung Land Rover that Arthur’s company had provided them. John looked over at his stepdaughter fondly, struck once again by how much she had changed since he first saw her. She had her long dark hair tied to one side in a ponytail, and her blue
eyes sparkled in the tropical sunlight. Denim cutoff shorts and a blue chambray work shirt looked almost elegant on her leggy, slender frame, and as he watched her looking at him, her unfettered breasts bobbled beneath the thin worn chambray. Dammnit! He’d asked Linda to have a word with her about running around braless when they were working…as beautiful as Amelia was, it was hard enough to concentrate on his work, not to mention the very undaddylike thoughts her careless dress inspired in him. Sometimes he wished that Linda’s lectures on being ladylike had taken a little better hold on Amelia.
“Daddy, it’s gorgeous!” The cottage was not as small as Arthur had hinted, but from the looks of it, it was in better shape than Arthur had intimated. An hour’s inspection proved John’s first impression correct. It would take a few days to correct the wiring, but John could use a temporary distribution box for lights, fans, and a refrigerator. The three bedrooms needed a coat of paint as did the outer walls and the white picket fence. Other than that, it looked as if John had lucked out. John made the temporary connections while Amelia lugged their things in from the Land Rover.
