by Lexi Hunt
There was no power to the water heater, and wouldn’t be until John had time to go over the wiring. It was this small detail that caused the first of John’s difficulties. The water pump was working, and the shower by the pool outside was the only place they could bathe other than the lagoon, which was salt water. When Amelia was ready to dress for sleeping, she simply removed her clothes and stepped under the shower head outside, turning on the tepid water.
“Amelia!” John yelled, turning his head and looking away.
“Oh Daddy, don’t be such a prude, there’s nobody around for miles…nobody’s going to see me.”
Oh baby, he thought sadly, I’m not ‘nobody’ and I can see more of you than I’m supposed to. In spite of himself, he watched her soap her lovely breasts and her long slender legs, and he caught his breath when she turned and lathered up the bare area where he would have expected to see pubic hair. She was shaved and for some reason this made his erection stiffer and more painful.
She went inside the house with a towel wrapped around her head and another wrapped around her fresh smelling body after giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He breathed deeply of the coconut scent of her body wash. John told her he was going to sit for a while in the tropic night and sip on an ice cold local beer. He might have gone inside to sit under a ceiling fan if he could have figured out how to hide his hardon.
He sipped his beer until it was almost too warm to drink, and then he poured out the dregs and went to get a fresh one from the refrigerator, which was working just fine. The light was out in Amelia’s room, but her door was wide open, and he peeked inside to see if she was asleep yet. The light from the bright moon filtered through the open window and a slight breeze ruffled the curtains, which explained why she had left the door open. Even with the ceiling fan running it was too warm to sleep comfortably in the room. The towels lay on the floor and Amelia lay on top of the sheets on the large bed…she was completely nude. He drained the beer on the way to the pool shower, where he stripped down and showered. The erection Amelia had caused refused to go down, and he finally stood in the moonlight under the running water and jacking off. When he came, it was the biggest load from his cock in years.
Amelia stood in the window behind the windblown curtains. Her hand was busy between her widespread legs as she watched John soap down and wash his hard strong body. When he turned in profile and began to jack off, Amelia’s eyes were riveted to the long thick shaft and her fingers began to probe inside her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit. When she came, her eyes rolled up in her head and she quietly uttered a single word. “Daddy!”
She didn’t miss a single chance to flash him, and soon she was wearing a sarong like the local women did in town. There were so many ways to wear the colorful rectangles. They could be formed into a wrap dress, a halter top, a skirt, a blouse, or whatever. The style Amelia liked best was a style she had seen when they took a morning off and went to the beach. There she saw a very young girl with newly budding breasts wearing the sarong tied low on her hips with one thigh showing nearly to her groin. The girl wore no top and she noticed with satisfaction that John didn’t even get an erection the way he had when Amelia flashed him.
It took her almost a week to work up the nerve, but she only had another day or so before John hooked up the main power service and then they’d be showering with hot water inside the house. John had waited as usual, until he thought Amelia was asleep before stripping down to shower out by the pool. When she looked out her window she saw that he was erect as usual, and she tied her sarong very low on her hips as she’d seen the native girl do hers, and then she’d crept silently out to the shower.
John was rinsing the shampoo from his dark wavy hair when he felt a firm soft hand close around his penis. He smelled the coconut scent and his erection swelled even larger in her hand. “Baby this is so wrong,” he said weakly.
“Not for me it isn’t,” Amelia said as she sank to her knees in front of him. The moon was not full as it had been that first night, but the starlight was just as good since there were no artificial lights to dim their night vision. Amelia moaned with pleasure as she took his hard cock into her mouth. It was not her first blowjob by a long shot, but it was one she had truly wanted to give. The clean man smell of him filled her nostrils as John wove his fingers in her long dark hair, which was wet for the second time that night. He fucked her mouth gently, almost reluctantly as she took more and more of his cock into her throat. Her loving moans told him more than he really wanted to know. When he tried to warn her that his orgasm was coming she stubbornly refused to take her mouth off him or turn her head away, and her throat muscles writhed around his thick shaft, milking the thick frothy cum from his cock.
“Baby,” John started in an anguished voice.
“Stop Daddy,” Amelia said sternly. “I’ve waited for years to do this, and this two weeks away from Mom may be the only chance I ever get to show you how much I really love you. There’s only a week left and I refuse to waste another minute of it.” It was a long, and for John, an astonishing speech. “I watched you out here every night, masturbating and thinking of me, so don’t pretend to me that you don’t really want me. Daddy, I don’t give a damn what other people think, but I’d never do anything to embarrass you or Mom…so don’t begrudge me this one week.”
He held her then, pulling her close, loving the glorious feel of her perfect breasts against his bare chest and her firm hands on the hard cheeks of his ass. They went to his bedroom, where she dropped her sarong and blowdried her hair as John brushed it for her. When it was dry he laid her back on the crisp white sheets and she opened herself willingly to his newly swollen cock.
John centered the head of his cock on the entrance to her pussy, his big glans brushing against the hard nubbin of her clit. Amelia writhed beneath him, wanting to feel his hardness inside her. “Fuck me Daddy,” she whispered, “I need you inside me.” Unable to contain himself any longer, he plunged deep inside his stepdaughter, and they lost themselves in the delicious union.
John awakened to the smell of coffee perking and of bacon and eggs. He walked into the kitchen and watched Amelia setting the table and finishing her preparations by bringing a bowl of fresh picked fruit from the back yard. He watched her graceful movements and wondered why any woman would wear another garment when she had one of the beautifully printed cotton sarongs to drape gracefully over her hips. Amelia’s rosy tipped breasts barely jiggled when she walked, and her hard flat belly was such an erotic sight that he found himself swelling inside the cargo shorts he wore. She brought him a cup of coffee and set a plate in front of him. He waited until both cup and plate were settled before reaching for her and pulling her onto his lap. Their kiss was sweet and lingering, and his palm gently cupped one beautifully shaped breast.
“No doubts, no regrets?” she asked quietly.
“I love you too baby girl,” he answered.
“Then fuck breakfast,” she giggled, loosening the knot on her sarong and letting it fall to the floor. She knelt and unfastened his shorts, leaving them puddled around his ankles. Standing upright her shapely ass was directly in front of his face and he kissed it before she sat down on his lap. With her hand between her legs, she guided his manhood into her moist heat and sighed as she settled on him. There was no need for foreplay, she was ready for him. He cupped her breasts and felt the muscles of her ass play against his legs. Amelia was tight, so very tight and her inner heat was volcanic. He wanted to hold back, to prolong her pleasure, but it was no use. He felt his cum rise from a spot near the base of his spine, and his cum shot from the tip of his engorged cock with the force of a much younger man’s ejaculation. Amelia cried out her pleasure as the thick viscous fluid bathed her cervix.
They made it to the bed, their mouths exploring the nooks and crannies of each other’s bodies. John’s tongue explored places on Amelia’s sweet young body that he had never dreamed of putting his mouth on before. Amelia started at the nape
of his neck and kissed her way down to the crack of his ass, and then spread his ass cheeks and tongued his ass, a first for John that was as wildly exciting as it had been surprising. John sucked her toes, something else he had never even thought about, and apparently Amelia apparently found the sensation very much to her liking.
John found himself lying on his back with his face buried in Amelia’s pussy while she fucked his cock with her soft sweet mouth. When he spread her ass cheeks and raised his head to explore her ass, Amelia squealed and wriggled. Her response was to drive her head down on his shaft until her lips encircled the base. To John, the sensation was electrifying. He reached for one breast with a firm hand and her naked back with his free hand, pulling her tight to him as she sucked his cum down. She nearly choked trying to swallow him while she was experiencing her own orgasm.
“I don’t want to go home,” Amelia pouted.
“I don’t either baby girl,” John said, holding her close. They were both wearing travel clothes and neither of them were comfortable. “I don’t either.”
DARK SECRETS
SYNOPSIS:
Lacy has a dark secret that no one else knows. When her husband finds out he has a decision to make…and Lacy’s fate hangs in the balance.
Lacy dearly loved her husband David and couldn’t imagine living without him. She was always supportive of his hopes and dreams, and she was always there to back him up no matter what troubles beset them. Over the years they had conquered every obstacle that had challenged them, and she still welcomed him to their bed with open arms and found inventive ways to excite him. It was the ideal marriage. So why was she on her knees in the restroom of a convenience store with the huge cock of an eighteen year old clerk deep in her mouth and desperately swallowing his cum?
It had started during the third year of their marriage. She had been running in the park and had caught a flash of something off the jogging path, and had stepped through the thick woods to find the pleasant little glade occupied by an athletically built young man lying in the sun and reading a men’s magazine. There was a small pile of college textbooks beside him on the blanket, but his attention was focused on the magazine and he had a huge cock in his hand, masturbating.
He had raised his eyes and flushed deep crimson when he saw the slender ponytailed blonde with her breasts rising and falling rapidly from her exercise. Her odd, amber colored eyes were riveted on his swollen erection and her nipples were suddenly poking out the front of her sports bra. The tight lycra running shorts she wore covered her slim hips like a glove and enhanced her long graceful legs. He was scrambling to stuff his prick back into his shorts when he heard her speak in a soft voice.
“Don’t,” she whispered. He froze, looking her inquisitively. Her generous lips were puffy, her nipples were rigid, and one dainty hand had crept between her slender thighs. “Don’t hide it, please, I want to watch!” Lacy couldn’t believe the words coming from her mouth. What the hell was she thinking?
Still slightly embarrassed, the young man stopped trying to stuff his erection back into his shorts and let it hang free. “Do it,” she pleaded. He wrapped his hand around the thick penis and slowly stroked it, staring at the sexy, sweating woman. He was suddenly aroused by her watching him, and he began to twist and jerk at his swollen manhood. He stopped and slid his shorts to his knees, and knelt on the blanket, the magazine forgotten. Lacy felt the flames of desire rise in her belly and she knelt to get a better look at the big purplish glans of his cock. “Yes,” she whispered, “like that…squeeze it.” Her free hand moved to her rigid nipple and began to twist and pinch it. She made small, erotic sounds that excited the young man.
“I…I want to see you too,” he whispered. Without taking her eyes from his throbbing cock she slid the tight shorts to her knees, exposing her shaved pussy to his hungry eyes. She heard his low moan and a wild recklessness overwhelmed her, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her eyes glazed over with a wicked lust and she stood, slowly removing her sports bra and kicking the shorts from around her ankles. Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man.
“Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…”
He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat. “Fuck me!” she cried.
He pulled her down to his blanket, laying her on her back. Her legs spread wide automatically, her hips writhing with need and she reached for his thick hard penis. The feel of it in her hand, the searing heat of it, drove her to pull him into her depths and she gasped at the sudden intrusion of hot manflesh.
Bucking wildly, she began to fuck him wildly from beneath. The young man was on top, but there was never any question who was in control.
Her ankles were locked behind the small of his back and she was squeezing him to her with her thighs.
“Pound me you fucker, fuck me harder. I want to feel your hot cum scalding my pussy!” she said as she humped her hips up against him. Unable to contain himself any longer, he sprayed his essence into her enthusiastically. Lacy convulsed in ecstasy.
She had been ridden with guilt afterwards, going home and trying to shower the guilt off, turning her skin bright pink from scrubbing herself. Curling into a fetal ball, Lacy had cried until she choked. A cup of hot coffee and an hour of concentration later, she came to the conclusion that the morning had been a one time aberration and that she would keep it to herself. No good would come of her confessing what she had done to David, and she would do her best to forget about the incident. What was done was done and no amount of self recrimination could change it. With her conflict resolved, she cheerfully went about her housework and preparing David’s favorite meal. After a pleasant dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Lacy slipped into their bedroom and put on her sexiest negligee. David had forgotten all about his favorite TV show as she had dimmed the lights and knelt between his legs, giving him the best blowjob of his life. For the first time in her life, she hadn’t wanted to pull away at the height of his orgasm. When David came she had pulled her lips back to the crown of his glans and sealed his cock off with her full lips, capturing every drop of his cum in her mouth. When it had been over and she had drained his balls, she had stood and stripped off her crotchless panties, crawling into David’s lap. When her heated pussy was pressed against his flaccid penis, she had looked into his eyes and opened her mouth to show him the thick load of cum inside. She closed her mouth quickly to keep from losing any and swallowed it all down. Then she had licked her lips with a lascivious smile and pressed her breasts into his chest. David had been awestruck and extremely happy.
The next time it had happened she had been shopping at the mall when she had chanced on a young man who was being berated by a very attractive young lady. Apparently he had worked up the nerve to ask her out and the spoiled little bitch had backed him into a dark hallway and was explaining in great detail why an awesome chick like her would ever go out with a worthless nerd such as himself.
Lacy had not hesitated an instant. She strode down the dimly lit hall and had brushed aside the arrogant girl without so much as an “excuse me,” and had grabbed the young man and kissed him passionately…confusing both the young man and the girl. When she released him, she had opened the front of her dress, baring her small perfect breasts and then reached in her purse and drew out a fity dollar bill. “It’s all I have baby, but I can get you the rest late…I just couldn’t wait any longer,” she said breathlessly, sinking to her knees in front of him. The young man and the girl had watched, astonished, as Lacy free
d his cock from his jeans and energetically plunging his swollen cock into her luscious mouth.
Lacy laid it on thick, exclaiming at his size and the sweet taste of his cock, and telling him how she had been unable to think of anything but his cock for the last few days. “You don’t even have to fuck me baby, if you’ll just give me your cum!” she had said in her hottest, sexiest voice. When his cock had surged and his balls had churned in his scrotum she had moaned very loudly and fastened her lips around the base of his cock, sucking until he was dry. When he leaned back against the wall, shaken and in shock, Lacy had stood up and kissed him again, taking her time and making the appropriate noises. “I promise baby,” she’d said in a stage whisper, “I’ll pay you the rest next time.” She’d given him a wink and turned to face the girl. “Sorry honey, you’ll have to give him a few minutes to recover…I couldn’t wait any longer.” Lacy had reached up with her hand and slowly and casually wiped a gobbet of the boy’s cum from her chin that she had left there deliberately. With studied exaggeration, she had placed the finger with his cum on it in her mouth, swished the fluid around in her mouth, and swallowed it. “God that’s so good!” She fastened the front of her dress and had left the girl staring after her in amazement. The young man had a happy, crooked smile on his face.