Creamy strings of cum drizzled from Sam’s puckered pussy, draining down onto the soft cushions. Sam opened her legs and gazed down at her ravaged pussy. “You made a mess.”
“Sorry,” I said. “The sex was too good. I came hard.”
She laughed softly. “Me too. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“I’ll grab a towel and get you cleaned up,” I said. “Sit tight.” I climbed off the cushions, grabbed a towel, and mopped up the mess.
“Come here and warm me up,” Sam said, pulling the blanket up to her chin while I crawled underneath beside her.
She pressed her naked body up against mine and sighed contentedly, then rested her head on my chest. “I don’t want to go back. Can we stay here for a couple of days?”
I wrapped my arm around her and drew her in tight. “I don’t see why not. With any luck, we’ll grab whatever treasure you have on that map of yours and spend the rest of the day between the boat and that little beach.”
“I’d like that,” she said. “I make a killer margarita.”
“No way is it better than mine,” I said.
She raised her head off my chest and gazed up at me, grinning. “Is that a challenge?”
“You bet it is,” I said. “It will knock your socks off.”
“You already knocked my socks off,” she said before she slipped on top of me and straddled my waist. “Now it’s my turn to do it to you.” She pushed away the blanket and sat upright, towering over me like a golden goddess. “Get ready for the ride of your life.”
Chapter 16
The next morning, Sam insisted we share an extremely tight shower where the urge to procreate struck again. Luckily, the tiny shower stall offered good leverage, and the two of us got off quickly before we dressed and focused on the reason for our trip.
Sam met me on the aft deck where I had just finished stuffing a backpack full of essentials we needed for our day long hike. Or at least I assumed we would be gone the entire day. The island was small, but the tropical vegetation was thick and with plenty of rocky slopes, it would be slow going.
“Trap, this is what Butch gave me.” Brooke handed me a sealed envelope, and I frowned as I took from her.
“Didn’t you read it?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Butch told me to give it to you.”
If Sam hadn’t read whatever it was Butch gave her, then why had he insisted on her coming with me? Not that I minded. It turned out to be one of the greatest trips of my life and I couldn’t get enough of the lovely Miss Monroe. Even so, it made little sense. There was something I was missing — something that didn’t feel right about this whole thing. Butch was leading me on somehow. But why and how?
I peeled open the envelope and pulled out two handwritten pieces of paper. The first was a handwritten note from Butch. I opened the note and read it out loud as Sam hovered over my shoulder.
Trap, I hope life finds you well. If you’re reading this, that means Samantha has joined you on your latest adventure.
I’m sure you’re wondering why I went to such great lengths to get you to this little section of paradise. That’s understandable. It’s also part of the fun! Don’t forget, life’s too short to take all that seriously.
Dad
P.S. — Samantha is the genuine treasure. Don’t fuck it up.
Samantha giggled and elbowed me in the ribs. “Yeah. Don’t fuck it up.”
I shot her a withering stare and opened the second sheet of paper. It was a handwritten map of the island where we currently stood complete with an X marks the spot near what looked like a cave at the top of a rocky cliff.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, shaking my head.
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.
“He’s up to something,” I said. “This is way too easy.”
She frowned and took the map from me. “He told me you would know where to find this island. How did you find this place? And how did Butch know you would know where to go?”
“I found out from a map I found at the bottom of a shipwreck,” I said. “Apparently Butch not only knew about this island but he’s already been here.” I grinned and shook my head. “That cagey old codger. I can almost picture him wagging his finger at me and telling me I took long enough.”
“We should follow the map,” Sam said. “He probably left us another clue at the top.”
“He’s leading us by the nose,” I said, and let out a sigh. “But we don’t have any other choice. I hope you’re ready for a long hike.”
She perched on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. “Lead the way, captain.”
Sam and I trekked through the thick tropical vegetation, climbed rocky outcroppings, and waded across two rivers. We stopped around lunchtime and skinny dipped in a crystal-clear pond of fresh water fed by a towering waterfall. An hour after lunch, we climbed over the lip of a short cliff and arrived at the top.
“Look at that,” Sam said, her tone awestruck as she gazed back over the island.
I turned around to join her and smiled at the world beneath us.
The island, heavy with palm trees, shrubs, and dense ground cover, stretched out below us. Beyond the island on all sides, the blue ocean disappeared into the hazy, sun-drenched horizon. On the far side of the island, the Topless Mermaid floated like a miniature toy in the lagoon. “It’s beautiful,” I said, slipping my arm around Sam’s waist.
“The hike wasn’t even that bad,” she said.
“Unless whatever clue Butch left us leads to another clue on the other side of the island,” I said. “We could be chasing shadows for the next few days.”
“Would he do that?”
“To me? Yes. To you? Probably not.”
She giggled and slipped her hand in mine. “Let’s see what he left us.”
I dipped my head to enter the cave and flipped on my flashlight, casting it into the murky shadows.
The cave was shallow, with smooth walls and a dirt floor, but nothing obvious jumped out at me. I frowned. “Do you see anything?”
“Nothing,” Sam said. “I hope someone didn’t beat us to it.”
“I doubt it,” I said and shined the thin beam of light over the cave floor and stopped on a section of dirt that didn’t look as packed down as the rest. “Bingo.” I turned around to face Sam. “Baby, hand me that shovel in the backpack.”
Sam fished inside the backpack and came away with a shovel that I quickly assembled before handing Sam my flashlight.
“Shine the light right here.” I tapped the ground with the shovel and Sam came up beside me before pointing the flashlight on the loose mound of dirt.
Two scoops later, I tapped something metallic and stopped digging.
“Here,” Sam said, handing me the flashlight and taking the shovel.
I knelt beside the shallow hole, brushed away the dirt, and came away with a metal cigar box.
I grinned. “It’s Butch’s brand. Come on. Let’s take it outside.”
Sam and I left the cave and sat on the ground, resting against a flat stone outcropping. I opened the lid and found a clear plastic bag with one of Butch’s old tattoo parlor cards inside. There was nothing else inside or outside the cigar box.
“That’s weird,” Sam said and edged in close.
I opened the bag and took out the card. The front had all his contact information, including the name of his shop, Butch’s Ink. “Why would he leave me his old business card?” I flipped it over and there was another handwritten note.
Enjoy the view! P.S. Now that you’ve found the Lady Dancer, you’ll have to work with Bella.
“That’s it?” Sam asked. “What about the treasure?”
I read and re-read the card a dozen times, searching for hidden meaning. “Baby, let me see your tattoo again.”
“Do you think he left the clue in the tattoo?” Sam turned her back to me and pulled her long hair over her front shoulder, exposing the pink iris on her neck.
“May
be,” I said. “Back up so I can get a closer look.”
Sam wriggled backward between my parted legs and leaned forward.
I ran my fingers over the tattoo, searching every inch, but it was just a plain tattoo. There was nothing overtly obvious that jumped out at me.
“Anything?”
“No,” I said. “But he wouldn’t have sent us all the way here for nothing. Maybe there’s something hidden in your mom’s tattoo.”
Sam let go of her hair and turned around to face me. “Butch did her tattoo years ago, and Jessie finished it. For all Butch knew, Jessie could have overwritten his work.”
I nodded and sighed. “Agreed. That doesn’t feel right. What do you think he meant when he said enjoy the view?”
“The view from the top of the mountain is the only thing that makes sense,” she said.
I shook my head. “That’s too easy.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“That he knew we found the Lady Dancer tells me he discovered this island without the map.”
“What map?” Sam asked.
I quickly brought her up to speed on what we discovered inside the Lady Dancer and swore her to secrecy.
“I won’t tell anyone.” She leaned in and kissed me. “But I’m glad that you trust me with your secrets. That means a lot to me.”
“Of course, I trust you. And so did Butch.” Technically, Sam was my former stepsister although I didn’t like to think about that, much less give it a voice. But it wasn’t like we lived together. I was long gone while she was still going through school. Still, besides Lindsay, Sam was the closest thing to a family I had left in my life.
“How about we take our treasure back to the boat and I’ll make us those margaritas. We can drink a little alcohol and trade back rubs.”
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” I said.
Chapter 17
By the time we made it back to the boat, the sun was fading, and we were exhausted. Still, Sam made good on her promise and whipped up a couple of refreshing drinks while we sat on the aft deck, cooling off.
I turned the card over in my hand a dozen times. I was on the brink of figuring it out and could almost taste the revelation in my mouth. It felt like trying to recall a memory that was on the verge of meeting your consciousness but wasn’t quite there.
Sam took the card and slipped it into the backpack. Then she straddled my lap, facing me, and curled her arms around my neck. “Let’s forget about that for now. I say we shower, eat dinner, and then do back massages in bed.”
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and pulled her ass onto my rising cock. “Do you give happy endings?”
“For you, I give happy beginnings and endings,” she said before she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
“I’m sorry our trip was anti-climactic. Butch beat us to the punch.”
She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me again. “I’ve got a feeling we haven’t climaxed just yet.”
I chuckled and squeezed her ass in my hands. “We’ll save that for the shower,” I said.
Sam shook her head. “We already had sex in the shower this morning. Besides, what’s a good massage without a little sexual tension?”
In the distance, thunder rolled, and puffy gray clouds loomed on the horizon.
“Looks like we’ll be doing our massages inside tonight,” I said.
“That’s so cozy,” she said. “Let’s go get naked.”
“Let’s get the boat ready for the rain first,” I said.
Sam and I stowed everything that might blow away in a storm before we headed down into the cabin and turned on the shower. She insisted we shower together, even though there was barely room enough for one, let alone two. My cock had a mind of its own and slipped and glided over Sam’s soapy ass, pressing against the entrance to her tight pussy more than once. By the time we finished, I was rock hard and already edging. We decided dinner could wait before we dried off but remained naked.
Sam stretched out on the bed with her hair wet and her skin glowing after spending all day in the sun. “Do you want me to do you first, or you do me first?”
My cock swayed before her, hard and rigid, twitching uncontrollably as my eyes wandered over her incredible curves. “I want to do you first, but I can’t promise the big guy will stay in his own lane if you get my drift.”
Sam giggled and eyed my cock wantonly. “I would be disappointed if he did.”
“In that case, roll over on your stomach and I’ll get the massage oil.” After eyeing Sam’s tight ass all day long, I meant to plow her hard from behind and come all over that mesmerizing caboose.
The nimble blonde rolled over onto her stomach, pulled a pillow under her head and slipped her hands beneath. She gazed back at me and raised her ass high in the air. “You couldn’t take your eyes off my ass all day.”
I retrieved a bottle of baby oil from Sam’s luggage and crawled onto the bed behind her. “Busted,” I said. As I crawled up her body, my cock was rock hard and swayed from side to side.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” she said. “I was wet all day long.”
I squeezed a dollop of baby oil onto my palm and rubbed my hands together to warm it. “Are you wet right now?” I asked.
“Soaking,” she said, wiggling her ass before me.
Her pussy lips peeked out from between her round ass cheeks, puffy and glistening with her juices.
I shuffled forward on my knees and rested my fat cock between her ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. The heat from her pussy radiated along the bottom of my shaft and balls. I leaned forward, sliding my oil-soaked palms up her back until I reached her shoulders and gently squeezed.
Sam moaned softly and clenched her ass cheeks, tightening her ass around my cock while she wiggled her hips. “You’re driving me crazy,” she said, gazing back at me while her wet blonde hair splayed over my pillows.
As the rain pattered the windows, I squeezed Sam’s shoulder muscles and used my thumbs to massage her neck, rubbing up and down over the pink iris tattoo. “How’s that?”
“Amazing,” she said, her voice raspy, caught somewhere between lust and relaxation.
I glided my fat cock forward and backward through her clenched ass cheeks while I gently kneaded the muscles on her shoulder and back. My cock thickened, growing harder as the heat and wetness from Sam’s pussy radiated over my balls.
Sam rocked her hips, moaning softly while she closed her eyes and licked her lips as if savoring every second.
My cock throbbed, pulsing against her ass cheeks while I struggled to focus on giving her a proper massage. I ran my thumbs down the taut muscles lining her spine, then leaned forward, using the base of my hands to massage up and down her back. “You’re really tense,” I said.
“Mmmm….” She parted her lips and her breathing turned shallow and quick. She undulated her hips, sliding my cock forward and backward in her ass crack as she squeezed, gripping my shaft between her clenched cheeks.
My cock throbbed, and my head swam with an urgent need to fuck her. I glided my hands over her lower back and squeezed her hips before pulling back my cock and lining up my pulsing manhood at the entrance to her tight pink pussy. With a slight push, I edged forward, and my knob broke the seal, slipping just inside her honey hole, eliciting a deep moan of satisfaction from Sam.
Her tight pussy lips formed a perfect airtight seal around my shaft, and Sam edged her hips up and down, wriggling and squeezing while her moans grew louder. “Fuck me, baby.”
With a groan, I slid forward and sank deep inside her, pushing through her tightness until my cock completely impaled her. I let out a quick gasp and squeezed her hips while I savored the heat, firm resistance, and pulsating wetness that enveloped my cock like a storm. “Fuck,” I said, as the word came out in a rush. My head thrummed with nearly overwhelming lust, and my toes involuntarily curled. I kneaded her ass cheeks, pulling them apart just enoug
h to watch my glistening cock slide in and out of the most perfect pussy on the globe.
“Yes,” Sam hissed, and clutched the sheets between her clenched fists. Her breaths came out short and ragged, and she contracted her pussy, squeezing my cock until I groaned with pleasure.
After a full day of watching Sam’s perfect ass jiggle and shake, the edge of my orgasm sat on a razor’s edge, primed and ready to explode. I grabbed her hips and fucked her slow and steady, easing in and out as the bed springs groaned with approval beneath us. Her juices soaked my cock, and every time I bottomed out, her ass jiggled with the motion.
“Harder,” Sam said, gasping for breath as she moaned into the pillow.
I picked up the pace, fucking Sam harder and faster until the rhythmic pounding of our sex met the seesaw music of my old box springs. My thighs clapped her ass, and I squeezed her firm flesh between my open fingers, before giving her ass cheek a firm slap.
Sam moaned louder, broken only by her grunts as I hammered her pussy hard and fast. She clamped down on my cock and bucked her hips, gasping for breath. Her big golden tits bulged out on either side of her petite chest, and her back glistened with a slippery sheen of baby oil.
Again and again, I slammed into her, thrusting as deep as I could until my swollen knob met the hard resistance of her cervix. My head flashed the warning signs and my orgasm had moved past the point of no return.
Sam raised her head off the pillow and cried out as her pussy spasmed and hot juices flowed over my cock, dripping onto the bed. Sam’s legs trembled, and she moaned, gasping for air through her torrential orgasm.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I pulled out just in time to watch a long thick rope of cum burst from my cock, arc in the air, and splatter her back, landing on the pink iris and finishing on her lower back. I grunted and my second spurt crisscrossed the first, painting her back with my pearly white cum while Sam writhed beneath me. My cock bubbled out hot jizz, and I aimed it all on her tight round ass cheeks, layering her ass like icing on a cake.
Sam breathed in and out, gazing back at me while I stroked my cock, unloading on her incredible body. Hot ribbons of cum flowed over her ass, seeping down into her crack, and soaking her pussy lips. Her body glistened with a light sheen of sweat and she tossed her half-dried hair aside, saving it from the ocean of cum layering her backside.
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