As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.
Chapter 10 - DAY SIX: HOTTER AND HOTTER
Babs and Sonia...
"Okay, I've got rid of the men," Babs said, her lips curling in a smile.
Sonia had just arrived in the breakfast area. Babs had telephoned her room earlier, suggesting she make an excuse and wait for ten minutes after Simon left the room before venturing down to meet her.
"What? How?" the redhead asked, pausing at the front of the table.
Babs nodded at the vacant seat opposite her and Sonia sat down, her wide eyes staring at her friend.
"Babs," Sonia gasped, an urgent note in her voice. "What's happened?"
Her lover laughed, reaching across and taking Sonia's hand. Her thumb began to stroke along the soft flesh until Sonia pulled her hand away, her head jerking around in case they were seen.
Babs laughed again and rested her arm on the vacant seat beside her.
"Well," she responded, her voice a little colder now. "I can't quite get to the bottom of it, but I'm pretty sure I'm right about those two. I quizzed Barry last night and he was evasive."
Her eyes shot up and she nodded knowingly at Sonia.
"Believe me, with Barry that can only mean one thing. So I threw in that trollop's name he was dancing with, Helena, and that hit the nail right on the head!"
"He told you?" asked Sonia, her gold-flecked eyes displaying her shock.
"No, of course he didn't. That's how I know he did!"
Sonia shook her pretty head, putting her hands to her forehead.
"Then I threw in Simon's name," Babs added, her eyebrows rising again.
"And...?"
"The same evasiveness! Believe me, they were both involved."
She paused.
"The funny thing is, when I also mentioned Leo, he said that he hadn't seen him after Lisa was with Loncraine."
"Another lie?" asked Sonia.
"No, I got a straightforward answer, so that bit is true."
Sonia shook her head, still not quite following. "Babs..."
"So I confronted them both at breakfast," Babs said. "I told them I'd been speaking to Helena."
Babs shook her head before Sonia could ask the question. "No, Sonia I haven't spoken to her. But their reaction told me everything I needed to know."
"Barry confessed?"
"No, he's too fly that one, though you should have seen his face." She laughed, but then her eyes softened. "It was Simon!"
"What about Simon?" Sonia rasped.
"He asked if you knew!"
"The bastard," Sonia spat. "The bastard!"
Babs nodded. "That about sums it up!"
She reached over and took Sonia's hand again. This time Sonia made no effort to stop the stroking thumb.
"But here's the thing," Babs confided. "I said you weren't aware, but told the two of them to fuck off for the day. I said that you and I were going to have a day of beauty therapy in our rooms and if they appeared back before late afternoon, I'd tell you everything."
Babs looked into her friend's eyes. There was a mixture of concern combined with a sparkle of arousal. She gave Sonia time to think.
"Well, Babs," Sonia finally said, running her other hand through her red hair. "A day of beauty treatment sounds a reasonable reward."
Babs threw her head back, giving out a loud guffaw.
"Beauty treatment be damned!" she exclaimed. "Seeing that you and Simon are flying out early tomorrow, you and I have a full day of fucking ahead of us, babe."
*
Gary and Toni...
Gary was sitting by the pool when Toni walked across towards him. He had wondered where she had been all morning, she was usually sunbathing at the first opportunity. She looked sensational in her small, cream bikini and thought it strange that until Tommy had suggested the bet, he had not paid more attention to her quite incredible figure.
"Hi," he grinned. "Have Tommy and Gina gone?"
"Half an hour ago," she answered.
"You okay?"
"I'm really good," she answered, stretching.
Gary's eyes ran over her honey-tanned body, drawn to the firm, rounded breasts that stood erect as she arched her body backwards.
"I think every man in the area probably has a hard-on now," he casually told her, raising both eyebrows.
She laughed. "Well, that's good. A bit like my good deed for the day. What about you?"
"My good deed?"
"No... your hard-on," she exclaimed, a cheeky smile lighting up her face.
"Toni!" he exclaimed. "What have you had for breakfast?"
She laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I kept you a space," he said, nodding to the towel beside his.
"Thank you," she softly said, smiling down at him. "But I wasn't planning on staying by the pool."
"No?"
"It wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
He frowned. "Why not? Too hot?"
"Oh, definitely too hot," she declared. "Much too hot! What would all these men do with their hard-ons if they saw you sketching me in the nude?"
He looked at her in surprise.
"You seem a bit slow this morning," she purred. "Must have been something you had for breakfast?"
*
Tommy and Gina...
This was perfect, Tommy thought. He had suggested that they take a day trip to the local town and somehow Gary had persuaded Toni to turn the opportunity down, whilst Gina had said that she would like to go. So for the second successive day they 'swapped' girlfriends and after the events of yesterday, he was sure that Gina's resistance was gradually being broken.
And as he knew that Gary would not be able to make much progress with Toni, his entire thoughts were on his intended seduction.
The morning passed uneventfully however, a gentle stroll around the harbour followed by a quaint ride in a pony and trap. Whenever he attempted to bring the conversation around to the events on the beach Toni neatly side stepped, and by the time they stopped at a local restaurant for lunch, he was feeling frustrated, to say the least.
The cute little waitress led them up a flight of stairs, down a narrow hallway and into a small room that hosted several empty tables table. It did not take long for the girl to return with the bottle of wine ordered by Tommy and shortly afterwards she took their orders.
"Not much atmosphere," Tommy said as he gazed around the empty room, "But nice and private."
Toni smiled at him and held up her glass.
"To us," Tommy said, smiling as he gently clinked his glass against hers.
"About yesterday..." Toni began.
"Ah, at last you want to talk about it," he interrupted.
Her glare stopped him in his tracks.
"Tommy, that was so wrong."
"I know," he responded with a smile. "That's what made it so delicious."
She shook her head, her soft blue eyes looking doleful.
"Gina," he said. "I can't help being attracted to you. And from what I can tell, you feel the same."
"Perhaps," she responded. "But that's not the point, is it?"
"Then what is?"
"What is? Responsibility, you young moron!"
"Young moron?" he exclaimed. "A compliment! Thank you very much!"
She could not help but laugh with him and he moved his chair towards hers and gently ran his fingertips along her arm, over her elbow and then up her soft bicep to her shoulder. Her eyes closed while he touched over the straps of her thin top until he was gently caressing the tender nape of her neck. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and when he stroked her earlobe she moaned deeply.
"Nice?" he asked.
"Very," she purred, sighing softly.
With her eyes closed she did not see his head tip towards her face, all she felt was his fingers continue with their soft, sensual stroking. Suddenly, she felt his lips against her neck and she moaned softly, easing her head back to allow him better access.
He whispered, "You are so beautiful, Gina."
As he spoke, his fingers slid from her neck, downwards to the curve of breast above her halter top and slowly onto the rise of her majestic right orb. She knew she should immediately stop this but his lips nibbling along her neck were creating a sensational effect and she allowed his hand slide further inside the halter top. For a moment he held her deliciously jutting breast, teasing the erect tip through the material of her brassiere.
"Tommy...that's...." she began.
"So good?" he continued for her, but the footsteps along the hallway made him pull quickly away.
The cute little waitress appeared with their meals, and for a while they ate in silence until Gina pushed her plate of half eaten food away from her.
"I'm not hungry," she softly said, her blue eyes boring into his.
"Me neither," he replied.
After a few silent seconds during which they looked into each other's eyes, Tommy snaked his hand to Gina's neck and pulled her face to his. His mouth immediately found her sensuous full bow-like lips and he sighed softly to himself as they opened to allow his tongue access. He decided he should take things slowly so as not to scare her but found that she became the aggressor, her breasts pressing tightly against his arm as she kissed and licked around his lips before her tongue slithered back into his mouth.
He caressed her breast again, feeling the beautiful shape and weight of it in the palm of his hand, his thumb flicking over the hard nipple. He heard her moan into his mouth and brought his left hand to her other breast, cupping them both and gently kneading the beautiful orbs as she ran a hand up and into his hair, pulling his face closer to hers.
Feeling her acquiescence, he immediately slid up her top to expose her sheer, white brassiere and then yanked both cups up, exposing her delicious freckled breasts to his gaze. She gasped aloud as they bounced free and moaned again as his lips sought out her dark nipples, alternately sucking each into his mouth.
"Someone might come in," she gasped, her head jerking round to the door.
"We'll hear their footsteps," he growled, his lustful state dismissing her concern.
One hand left her breast and took her hand, pulling it against his rigid erection. For a glorious few seconds she stroked him through the cloth of his shorts, sending shockwaves from his penis to his brain and back again. But then she pulled her hand away.
"I can't," she gasped.
She jerked her brassiere cups down to cover heself and then gently smoothed the halter top back in place.
"Please don't be angry," she whispered, her eyes pleading.
"I'm not," he smiled.
Despite her move to cover herself, he could feel her need and was determined to press her resolve to the limit. His hands dropped to her tanned thighs and whilst he held her gaze, he eased her legs apart.
"Tommy," she whimpered. "Don't..."
He ignored her and ran his hands along the bare flesh of her thigh and then across the cloth of her tight shorts, his eyes still holding hers. He saw them open a little wider as his fingers pressed into her covered sex and she gave a loud gasp as he stroked her through the cloth.
"No, Tommy," she gasped, but at the same time he felt her legs open to his touch.
"God I want to fuck you," he whispered, staring into blue eyes that were half closing in pleasure at the gentle contact.
"I know," she gasped, "but we can't."
He unzipped the fly of her shorts and with a little difficulty, wriggled his hand inside. Her thong was wet, allowing him to better feel her mound as he very deliberately rubbed his fingers against her.
Only then did she tear her eyes away from his, her head momentarily sinking against his neck before her soft lips grazed against his ear. He could hear her sharp gasps of arousal as she licked at and bit his lobe, wriggling her hips now against his probing fingers.
"Tommy," she gasped.
"That good, Gina?" he asked, knowing the answer.
The tongue sinking deep into his earlobe answered for her. Suddenly he found a way under the material of her thong and she felt two fingers slip inside her.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hips now rotating on the twin invaders. "Oh fuck..."
Her bottom was lifting from the chair as she approached her orgasm, undulating up and down and then in little circular motions.
"Want me to stop now?" he teased.
"Don't you fucking dare," she responded.
He brushed his probing fingers over the beautiful blonde haired woman's G-spot and her hip movements increased as he did, thrusting rhythmically against his hand. She was moaning aloud, so close to losing control and he wondered if they could stop if they heard footsteps approach.
"That's so fucking good, Tommy" she gasped. "Oh God... I'm going to cum, baby."
Her hips were now gyrating urgently as his eager-to-please fingertips continued to tease her swollen G-spot. As she thrust herself against him, she whimpered with agonised relief as she passed the point of no return. Her body convulsed against him as her orgasm overtook her, and he needed to cover her mouth with his spare hand to prevent an anguished cry escaping.
*
Gary and Toni...
After debating the most appropriate setting, they ruled out the beach as it would be difficult to select a sufficiently secluded spot for the length of time they needed. Toni felt nervous as to searching for other outdoor possibilities, which left a choice of either of their bedrooms. As they had adjoining rooms, the decision was almost irrelevant, but Toni suggested they use Gary's but keeping the door between the two rooms unlocked in case Tommy and Gina should return earlier than expected.
"How do you want me?" she asked, looking around the room.
"Why don't you decide," he suggested.
"Me?"
"Yes. Any pose will be good with someone as lovely as you..."
She raised her eyes to the ceiling and gave a mock yawn.
"Cheesy perhaps, but true," he stated, looking into her green eyes and being rewarded with a soft smile.
"So you can choose something that will make you feel relaxed," he suggested. "Or even better, something sexy."
She continued to stare at him whilst she thought.
"Okay," she finally said.
She sashayed across to the double bed but suddenly turned back to face him, catching his eyes as they followed her rounded buttocks. She smiled, drawing his gaze back to hers, and when she had his attention, she slid her hand around her back and unhooked her bikini top. She allowed a few seconds to pass whilst she held the cups to her breasts before allowing the top to drop to the floor.
He gasped in admiration as he gazed on her rounded, lightly tanned globes, her high dark nipples fully erect.
"Good reaction," she purred.
When he returned his eyes to meet hers, she slipped her hands to the string on each side of her bikini, again holding his gaze as she unfastened one side and then the other. She slowly dropped the garment beside her top on the floor, exposing her neatly trimmed bush of curly light brown pubic hair to his admiring gaze.
His mouth dropped open as he took in her honey-tanned body. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined," he whispered.
She smiled softly, appreciating the compliment.
"If I lie on the bed, where will you sit to sketch me?" she asked
He thought for a second. "If you sat up..."
"No," she respoonded. "If said, if I lie on the bed?"
"Oh. Well in that case, I'd probably stand."
She nodded. "Okay."
She turned around, displaying her shapely buttocks to his gaze again, and eased herself on the bed. After thinking for a few moments, she lay down on her back, holding her hands above her and gripping on to the iron part of the headboard, as if her hands were tied. Then she bent her left leg whilst stretching the other one out, easing them apart to expose her thick bush of curly hair.
He couldn't help himself. "You look like you want to be fucked."
She smiled softly at him, the ends of her beautifully full lips curling up at the edges.
"Good," she said. "It's how I want you to sketch me."
He nodded, his throat constricting as he stared at her. She looked like every man's wet dream. His penis was already unfurling inside his shorts as he turned to the chest of drawers and pulled out his sketch pad and a couple of pencils. He allowed himself a deep sigh as his gaze returned to her naked form.
"Okay," he breathed, beginning to put pencil to paper. "Are you ready?"
She shook her head. Slowly, deliberately.
"No?" he asked.
"Our agreement," she whispered.
He understood.
He held the pad and pencils in one hand whilst he unfastened and then unzipped his shorts with the other. They fell to the ground, his erection leaping into the air. Her green eyes clouded as they took in his throbbing hardness and she ran her moist tongue across her pink lips as she stared at his manhood. It was much larger than that of her boyfriend.
"Now that would make a good self portrait," she husked. "I'm ready now."
He knew that he should have felt embarrassed but he felt anything but. He was happy for her to see the effect she had on him and exchanged smiles with her as he began to sketch. He took his time drawing in her body shape, her face and hair, ensuring that he captured every detail before moving onto her magnificent breasts and then the beautiful vision between her long legs.
Every time he felt his hardness begin to wilt, he just paused for a few seconds whilst his eyes took in the entirety of her honey-tanned body, always returning to the fabulously, sensual, dreamy look between her eyes. They were constantly clouded, sometimes closed, and he frequently heard her emit small moaning sounds, as if in her mind she truly was being fucked. He wondered if it was him that she was imaging to be inside her, and that thought kept him hard.
After a long period of silence, he heard her speak.
"How long have you been sketching?"
He looked over at the lit up clock on the bedside table. "Over an hour."
"How long before you finish?"
"Another hour," he told her.
"That's a long time to be standing," she suggested.
He grinned. "Well, my legs are a little tired."
"It wasn't your legs I was referring to," she purred.
His manhood jerked at her words.
"Wow, Gary. That was impressive," she teased. "How did you do that?"
He gave a nervous grin. He would give anything to join her on that bed.
"I didn't," he said. "You did!"
"That's good," she purred in reply. "I need a drink."
He looked around, and then walked over to the bottle of water in the table in the corner of the room. His penis bounced in front of him as he covered the distance, and he poured a glass full and took it over to the bed.
She made no move to readjust her position and so he carefully held the glass to her lips whilst she took a few sips. Because of the full glass, some spilled from her mouth and fell down her chin. They both watched as it slowly and erotically made its way down and onto her breast, settling against her erect, dark nipple. Their eyes met and it seemed that she gave a slight nod of her head in silent acquiescence.
He lowered his head and licked the water from her neck, his tongue following the trail down onto her full breast. He sucked on her nipple, pulling it into his mouth as she moaned aloud but made no move to alter her position. His mouth slithered to her other breast, repeating his sucking, both hands now running up her stomach to cup both breasts, eliciting further groans of pleasure.
"Gary," she gasped, her breath hoarse. "Sit on me."
His eyes widened and he immediately obeyed, but whereas he began to position himself between her legs, she shook her head.
"Higher," she said, encouraging him to edge up her body, and then she repeated the instruction until he knew what she had in mind.
She made no effort to touch him, her legs remaining outstretched and her hands in position as if tied to the headboard. His manhood approached her pouting mouth and he adjusted the angle of his body so that she could take him between her beautiful pink lips.
"Oh fuck," he gasped as she gently moved her head to allow her to suck up and down the top half of his shaft, running her moist pink tongue around his bulbous head.
"Toni..." he whispered.
It was then they heard the noise outside of the room and the sound of Tommy's voice. Daniel leapt off the bed, closely followed by Gina, who had the presence of mind to collect her discarded bikini before racing into her own room. Daniel, meanwhile, hid the sketchpad back in the chest of drawers and just made it to the bathroom as he heard the key in the bedroom door.
*
Lisa and Loncraine...
It was five minutes to two o'clock and Lisa was preparing to leave her room. Although she had promised herself not to, she had dressed in her sexiest lingerie, covered by a short red sun dress that buttoned up the front. As was her way with that dress, she left the two bottom and two top buttons undone. She looked in the long mirror and seeing the sexy effect, she quickly buttoned the two buttons at the top.
She had not slept much the previous night. Nor had she allowed Leo to touch her. She could not bring herself to confront him, partly because of the anger and sorrow she felt inside, but also as she knew that to do so would see Loncraine involve the local authorities. And whatever else, she must not allow that to happen.
But as she had lain awake for hour after hour during the night, she had also realised that her act of mutual masturbation with Loncraine, as unthinkable as it seemed, had been an unbelievable turn-on for her. How she had changed! Just the thought of such a thing the night before would have sickened her. She would have sworn that it would have been impossible for her to partake in such a situation.
But now she realised that not only had she involved herself, she had watched Loncraine orgasm. And not only had she made herself cum in front of him, she had subsequently made herself climax again in her room, on two occasions yesterday and again this morning. Each time, her mind was imagining that she and the attractive black owner were doing unspeakable things to one another.
Her mind was a blur. She was so tired that she had stayed in bed all morning, and she was as aroused now thinking about it as she had been since she had committed the indecent act. She told herself that she would do anything to save Leo other than allowing Loncraine to make love to her, and yet the thought of the owner fucking her was such an inconceivable turn-on for her. As the images came into her mind, she undid the two top buttons again.
Before they had parted yesterday, Loncraine had asked her to visit his office at two o'clock today to let him know whether she would do as he asked, or if she was happy to allow him to bring in the authorities and allow them to decide the next steps. Her mind screamed at Leo for being so stupid, for his reckless act of unfaithfulness. And now, as she left her room and walked to Loncraine's office, it was she who was paying the penalty.
The owner bent to kiss her cheek as she entered, but she hurried past him into the room. She had no intention of any pleasantries. She wanted and needed to find a way out of this and leave his office as quickly as he could. Yet at the same time, she felt the moistness between her legs at just being here in the scene of her previous embarrassment. She needed to be strong.
The one difference between yesterday and today was that Loncraine had the doors to his private balcony wide open. The sun streamed into the room and she could hear the loud noises of chatting and laughter that were drifting up from the pool area. Knowing she was likely to resist, the wily owner had arranged for Veronica to sit beside Leo at two o'clock, and to flirt with him as only she was capable. He would ensure that Lisa observed the scene.
"Loncraine," she began, but his hand stopped her.
He walked out onto the balcony and she followed him, eager to reach some sort of compromise. He handed her the drugged drink as clinked his glass with hers.
"To working out a way forward," his deep voice suggested.
"Loncraine," she repeated. "No matter what, I won't sleep with you."
"Yet your husband slept with my daughter," he calmly stated. "My under-age daughter."
"Loncraine, I've been thinking about that video," she said.
He looked down onto the pool side and saw Veronica sit beside Leo. He looked around, as if searching for his wife, and when he saw that she was not in the vicinity, he began to chat to the ebony beauty.
"And what have you been thinking," he quietly asked.
"I'd like to see it again!"
His eyes widened slightly. "You would like to see it again?"
She took a long drink from her glass. "Not the sex bit, that was despicable. But the build up. I'm certain that Leo was led on."
"Ah," he snorted. "Led on.... led on to fuck my under-age daughter."
"It was not his fault," her voice almost pleaded. "He's... he is not like that."
He watched Veronica running her hand along Leo's leg below them, and then brush her breasts against his arm. He seemed to be responding, but then, who would be able to resist his daughter's charms?
"Let me ask you two things," Loncraine said. "And if you can honestly answer 'no' to either, I'll forget everything."
Her eyes widened at the lifeline. "Anything."
"First," he deep voice asked, "Even if he was led on, do you believe that would excuse him from under age sex?"
Her face whitened a little.
"Perhaps not entirely, but...."
"And second," he said, cutting off her answer. "Does that man down at the pool with my daughter look disinterested?"
Lisa followed his eyes and saw her husband with Veronica. As she looked, he had his arm around the young girl and glanced around before kissing her on the cheek.
"Well?" the deep voice asked.
Lisa burst into tears.
"Now, now," the owner said, gently helping the angry woman down onto the sun bed. "I am not saying that my daughter is an angel, Lisa. And it may be true that she led your husband on. But that does not excuse his actions."
He paced up and down the small balcony area until she composed herself. It did not take long.
"The bastard," she said. Her voice was angry and she spat out the words. Throwing her head back, she drained her glass.
Loncraine took it from her and set it down on the small table, next to his. He knew that within a short time the spectacular young woman would begin to grow lax and suggestible, just as she had yesterday. He eased himself down onto the sun bed next to her.
"Lisa, you know it is important that I protect my daughter. Just as I know you must protect your husband. We both know that."
He slid closer to her on the sun bed, allowing his hand to rest on the arm behind her, his fingers softly trailing along her long, blonde pony tail. His voice was soft and he spoke very calmly, unnervingly so.
"Lisa, I have to tell you that you are the most attractive woman I have ever had visit my hotel. You did not deserve this and nor did I. We have both been placed in a difficult position, have we not?"
His large hands had moved from the pony tail and his deft fingers were now stroking along the base of her soft neck, beneath the golden fall of her pony tail. Looking down, he could see that her nipples were like two bullets pushing against the fabric of her sun dress.
"We are both victims, are we not?" he continued, his calm voice imparting the suggestions into her tranquillised mind.
She imperceptibly nodded her head, soothed by the fingers on her neck in addition to his soft words. Her light brown eyes were squeezed into hooded slits of contentment and her pupils were slightly defocused as the aphrodisiac he had fed her began to slacken her mind and feed through her body.
"What do you want from me Loncraine?" she asked, her shoulders sagging in a resigned gesture.
"You know the answer to that, my beautiful young woman," his calming voice soothed. "I need to right the wrong."
She hesitated, the touch of his fingers felt so good and the earlier images of the owner fucking her returned to her mind. Something inside of her was telling her to let go, but at the back of her confused mind she knew she had to hold on.
"Loncraine..." she began.
His lips touched her neck, his outstretched tongue sweeping along her soft skin to the top of her shoulder and then returning.
"Tell me Lisa," he said softly. "Wouldn't you like me to pleasure you?"
Her dilated eyes hooded at the sensations created by the very tip of his tongue on her bare skin.
"Loncraine..." she began again, on the brink of giving in. "Loncraine, I cannot make love to you...."
"And I know that, my beautiful, young woman. At least not yet. But there are other ways of giving you pleasure," he murmured.
His lips and tongue were teasing the soft skin around her neck, drawing exquisite patterns that created a direct link between her brain and her needy sex. His tongue flicked to her ear, licking and sucking the lobe, hearing her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps as her drugged mind imagined what was in store.
His left hand tenderly turned her mouth to his, and his soft lips touched hers, sensually kissing and licking around her soft, pink lips, his tongue parting them before easing inside her unresisting mouth. She surprised both of them by returning the kiss, her long tongue lazily interacting with his, unwilling to be the aggressor but a willing participant nonetheless.
As he continued the kissing, he trailed his deft hands down and ran them over the top of her sun dress and onto her upthrusting young breasts, delighted that she made no move to prevent him. Instead, her soft mouth moaned into his as he caressed the wonderful orbs, feeling her diamond hard nipples pressing back against his palms.
He was well aware of the state of her tranquilised mind, but also of the conflicting sensations that would still be working their way around her thoughts. Slowly does it, he thought, realising that whilst there was no way she would help him undress her, she would not prevent him either unless he made too bold a move.
His tongue was still softly interplaying with hers, maintain her soft arousal without attempting to increase the pace. This was a time for gentle seduction, he knew. His hands left her breasts and flicked open the first of the five unfastened buttons on her sundress. He heard her give a soft gasp and he ran his other hand under her chin, gently stroking the soft flesh. Only when he heard her comforting moan into his mouth did he move onto the second button, flicking it open between thumb and forefinger.
"Loncraine..." he heard her say, easing her mouth an inch or two away from his.
"I know, my beautiful young woman," he interrupted.
He was determined not to break the spell and fed his lips and tongue along her throat, being rewarded by a soft moan as she lifted her head up, baring her skin for more.
"I know," he continued, between soft licks and kisses. "You need pleasuring, Lisa. You need to feel pleasure."
"We can't make love," she whispered.
He gave a soft sigh of annoyance but quickly recovered. There was always tomorrow.
"I know that, my beautiful Lisa," he comforted. "Have no fear of that and let Loncraine ease the ache you have inside."
The soft feminine hands that pulled his lips back to hers gave him the confirmation he was looking for and within seconds all five buttons were undone and he was gently pulling the dress from her wonderfully freckled shoulders. She was wearing dark blue lace, see-through panties with a French bra that had her amazing breasts spilling over the top. He swept his mouth along the top of her cleavage, lovingly licking every inch of the soft skin.
"Lift up," he whispered, allowing her to feel his attempt to tug the sun dress away.
Her eyes opened, they were wide with alarm.
"Loncraine..." she gasped.
For a moment he thought that she was going to stop him there and then and his mind raced in an attempt to find the best way to re-assure her.
"Everything is fine, Lisa. Everything is fine," he purred. "We are not going to make love, I am just going to make you feel a little better."
She paused, her dilated eyes softening as she listened to his soothing words.
"I know you need to feel better, my beautiful, Lisa. You know that too, don't you?"
Her eyes stared at him and she gave a soft nod of her head. Her bottom eased up slightly as he again tugged at the sun dress, this time pulling it away.
"Good girl," his soothing voice continued. "I can help you, Lisa. You will let me help you, won't you?"
She nodded again, her eyes beginning to hood again. His hands slipped around her back, deftly unhooking her brassiere and pulling it from her body. Her golden breasts bounced free, defying gravity as they jutted out from her body. His eyes took in every counter of their shape and roundness before being drawn the beautifully erect coral nipples.
Returning his eyes to hers, he saw that they had widened again, the same look of concern returning to her face.
"Lisa," he gasped. "You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen in my lifetime."
He saw her eyes soften a little at his admiring words and he softened his voice into a soothing tone.
"You are truly magnificent, my beautiful woman. A goddess amongst mortals."
He gently ran his fingertips along her long legs as he spoke, wanting to take each of her luscious orbs in his mouth but equally aware of the need to pace his attack. Her eyes began to narrow with the sensations created by the sweeping motions of his fingers, now caressing her thighs. He momentarily wondered if she would allow him to remove her panties but decided to draw her further into his spell before he did.
She emitted a soft moan as he used his fingernails to run up her inner thighs and she eased back on the sun bed, her head resting on the upraised back. He smiled at her acquiescence and used his fingers to gently guide her legs apart without her fully appreciating what he was doing. Then his mouth had replaced his fingers and he swept his tongue along her thighs, licking and kissing his way closer to her prize.
She gave a louder groan and he knew the time was right. He watched her face closely and before she could object he pushed her legs apart with slightly more force. As he saw her eyes spring open with realisation, he dropped his mouth to her silk covered pubis and pulled her hips down and against his waiting tongue.
He waited for the objection, but none came. Instead, he heard her moan aloud and felt her hand grasp his hair, tugging his face into her rather than away. Taking advantage, his hands slid to the edge of her panties, digging his fingers into the sides and roughly tugging them down her legs and away from her exposed body.
"Loncraine..." she gasped.
Whatever she was going to say was caught in her mouth as the tip of his tongue returned to her sex, lightly flicking its way along the full length of her shining clitoris. She moaned again, louder this time, and her hand went back to his head again, gripping his hair tightly as she raised her hips into his face. He was now firmly in control of this delicious creature and he intended to slake his thirst and tease her back tomorrow before she left the resort.
He closed his lips over her and began to suck at her engorged clitoris, his tongue flicking its hypersensitive tip gently from side to side as his hands gently lifted each of her legs across his broad shoulders. He snaked his hands up to her breasts, kneading each in his palms before taking her coral tips between his thumb and forefinger, gently pulling them into an even harder state than they already were.
For a second, he pulled his face away, hearing her immediate gasp of disappointment.
"Tomorrow, I will fuck you, Lisa," his crafty deep voice told her. "Today, my tongue will fuck you...."
She gasped again at his words, not answering other than attempting to force her hips against his mouth.
He leant back, their lust filled eyes on each other and he flicked his tongue along her heated furrow, causing her body to jerk in delight and another moan to escape her soft, pink lips.
"Yes?" he asked, easing his tongue away again. "Tomorrow, I will fuck you, Lisa...."
He ran his tongue along her length again, flicking her little nubbin along the way.
She nodded, her face contorted in arousal.
"You want my tongue to fuck you now?"
She groaned, her hands reaching for his head.
"Say it...." he insisted, holding his head inches away despite the pressure exerted by her pulling hands.
"Yes," she conceded. "Please Loncraine, make me cum...."
He smiled into her eyes and allowed her hands to pull his face into her urgently grinding hips. Although he sank his tongue into her hot core and attempted to alternate his tongue fucking with sucking on her aroused little nubbin, she was past any sort of sensual pleasuring. Both of her hands gripped his hair as the grinding of her hips became more urgent in her immediate search for release.
She pulled both legs up, resting her feet on his shoulders in an attempt to create yet more friction, using his face to take her to her urgently needed climax. All the while Loncraine sucked, licked and fucked with his hard tongue, his upraised fingers tugging on her coral nipples, until a sudden jerk of her hips told him that the moment had arrived.
After a final, almost violent, thrust against his face, the tremors shook her whole body. She used both hands to frantically keep him in place as she rode it out, until with one last gasp her hands fell away and she collapsed down onto the sun bed.
*
Peggy and Venus...
Venus strode across to the pool where Charles, Peggy and Danny were sitting. Charles was the first to see her, his mouth dropping as he took in her gold bikini, the brief top barely encasing her voluptuous cleavage. The diamond stud adorning her belly button stood proud above the tiny bikini briefs, the top of which gave a subtle hint of the thick, black, pubic hair underneath.
"Hi Danny," she softly breathed. "Veronica and Helena have been telling me all about your lessons. They sounded very impressed."
His parents looked at him as the surge of red engulfed his whole body, but before they could ask, Venus turned her attention to Charles.
"And you look good in those shorts, Charles. You have a sexy husband, Peggy. Can I borrow him for a game of tennis later?"
Peggy took a moment to realise that Venus had addressed the remark to her. Her eyes were focused on Venus's body, recalling what she looked like naked.
"Well?" Charles eagerly asked.
"Well, what?" she replied, still distracted by Venus's body. The young woman looked sensational in that bikini.
"You can find something to do if Venus and I play tennis later?" his impatient voice demanded.
She smiled, nodding her pretty head. "Be my guest. Danny and I can always go for a stroll, can't we Dan?"
Her son violently shook his head. "Er... I said I'd meet Veronica later," he stuttered.
"And Helena," Venus giggled. "Being the last night, I think the two of them have a special going away surprise for you."
She laughed as the boy blushed again, and turned back to Charles.
"But fair is fair," she purred. "Peggy and I enjoyed our time in the gym together yesterday, didn't we honey?"
Peggy nodded, her eyes gleaming as her hard pink tongue flicked across her ruby lips.
"I'm just about to go for another session," she softly purred.
As she stared into Peggy's soulful, black eyes, her lightly painted eyelids began to hood as she moistened her pouty lips with her narrow, long tongue.
"I thought you might like to cum again?"
Peggy gasped slightly at the double entendre, feeling her already moistening sex react further. She glanced at Charles to see if he had taken anything from Venus's words but his dreamy eyes seemed to be glued to the black girls' fabulous body. She immediately jumped to her feet.
"I'm ready and willing, Venus."
Her female seductress smiled at her, her gaze dropping to Peggy's small perky bosom, her nipples pushing against the bikini top. Soon, they would be in her mouth. She linked arms with Peggy.
"Say half past seven for our session, Charles? You can work up an appetite before dinner. Meet you at the back stairs again."
With that, she turned and guided Peggy towards the hotel, giving father and son a deliberate sway of her hard, rounded buttocks as she walked away.
*
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Chapter 10 - DAY SIX: HOTTER AND HOTTER
Babs and Sonia...
"Okay, I've got rid of the men," Babs said, her lips curling in a smile.
Sonia had just arrived in the breakfast area. Babs had telephoned her room earlier, suggesting she make an excuse and wait for ten minutes after Simon left the room before venturing down to meet her.
"What? How?" the redhead asked, pausing at the front of the table.
Babs nodded at the vacant seat opposite her and Sonia sat down, her wide eyes staring at her friend.
"Babs," Sonia gasped, an urgent note in her voice. "What's happened?"
Her lover laughed, reaching across and taking Sonia's hand. Her thumb began to stroke along the soft flesh until Sonia pulled her hand away, her head jerking around in case they were seen.
Babs laughed again and rested her arm on the vacant seat beside her.
"Well," she responded, her voice a little colder now. "I can't quite get to the bottom of it, but I'm pretty sure I'm right about those two. I quizzed Barry last night and he was evasive."
Her eyes shot up and she nodded knowingly at Sonia.
"Believe me, with Barry that can only mean one thing. So I threw in that trollop's name he was dancing with, Helena, and that hit the nail right on the head!"
"He told you?" asked Sonia, her gold-flecked eyes displaying her shock.
"No, of course he didn't. That's how I know he did!"
Sonia shook her pretty head, putting her hands to her forehead.
"Then I threw in Simon's name," Babs added, her eyebrows rising again.
"And...?"
"The same evasiveness! Believe me, they were both involved."
She paused.
"The funny thing is, when I also mentioned Leo, he said that he hadn't seen him after Lisa was with Loncraine."
"Another lie?" asked Sonia.
"No, I got a straightforward answer, so that bit is true."
Sonia shook her head, still not quite following. "Babs..."
"So I confronted them both at breakfast," Babs said. "I told them I'd been speaking to Helena."
Babs shook her head before Sonia could ask the question. "No, Sonia I haven't spoken to her. But their reaction told me everything I needed to know."
"Barry confessed?"
"No, he's too fly that one, though you should have seen his face." She laughed, but then her eyes softened. "It was Simon!"
"What about Simon?" Sonia rasped.
"He asked if you knew!"
"The bastard," Sonia spat. "The bastard!"
Babs nodded. "That about sums it up!"
She reached over and took Sonia's hand again. This time Sonia made no effort to stop the stroking thumb.
"But here's the thing," Babs confided. "I said you weren't aware, but told the two of them to fuck off for the day. I said that you and I were going to have a day of beauty therapy in our rooms and if they appeared back before late afternoon, I'd tell you everything."
Babs looked into her friend's eyes. There was a mixture of concern combined with a sparkle of arousal. She gave Sonia time to think.
"Well, Babs," Sonia finally said, running her other hand through her red hair. "A day of beauty treatment sounds a reasonable reward."
Babs threw her head back, giving out a loud guffaw.
"Beauty treatment be damned!" she exclaimed. "Seeing that you and Simon are flying out early tomorrow, you and I have a full day of fucking ahead of us, babe."
*
Gary and Toni...
Gary was sitting by the pool when Toni walked across towards him. He had wondered where she had been all morning, she was usually sunbathing at the first opportunity. She looked sensational in her small, cream bikini and thought it strange that until Tommy had suggested the bet, he had not paid more attention to her quite incredible figure.
"Hi," he grinned. "Have Tommy and Gina gone?"
"Half an hour ago," she answered.
"You okay?"
"I'm really good," she answered, stretching.
Gary's eyes ran over her honey-tanned body, drawn to the firm, rounded breasts that stood erect as she arched her body backwards.
"I think every man in the area probably has a hard-on now," he casually told her, raising both eyebrows.
She laughed. "Well, that's good. A bit like my good deed for the day. What about you?"
"My good deed?"
"No... your hard-on," she exclaimed, a cheeky smile lighting up her face.
"Toni!" he exclaimed. "What have you had for breakfast?"
She laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I kept you a space," he said, nodding to the towel beside his.
"Thank you," she softly said, smiling down at him. "But I wasn't planning on staying by the pool."
"No?"
"It wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
He frowned. "Why not? Too hot?"
"Oh, definitely too hot," she declared. "Much too hot! What would all these men do with their hard-ons if they saw you sketching me in the nude?"
He looked at her in surprise.
"You seem a bit slow this morning," she purred. "Must have been something you had for breakfast?"
*
Tommy and Gina...
This was perfect, Tommy thought. He had suggested that they take a day trip to the local town and somehow Gary had persuaded Toni to turn the opportunity down, whilst Gina had said that she would like to go. So for the second successive day they 'swapped' girlfriends and after the events of yesterday, he was sure that Gina's resistance was gradually being broken.
And as he knew that Gary would not be able to make much progress with Toni, his entire thoughts were on his intended seduction.
The morning passed uneventfully however, a gentle stroll around the harbour followed by a quaint ride in a pony and trap. Whenever he attempted to bring the conversation around to the events on the beach Toni neatly side stepped, and by the time they stopped at a local restaurant for lunch, he was feeling frustrated, to say the least.
The cute little waitress led them up a flight of stairs, down a narrow hallway and into a small room that hosted several empty tables table. It did not take long for the girl to return with the bottle of wine ordered by Tommy and shortly afterwards she took their orders.
"Not much atmosphere," Tommy said as he gazed around the empty room, "But nice and private."
Toni smiled at him and held up her glass.
"To us," Tommy said, smiling as he gently clinked his glass against hers.
"About yesterday..." Toni began.
"Ah, at last you want to talk about it," he interrupted.
Her glare stopped him in his tracks.
"Tommy, that was so wrong."
"I know," he responded with a smile. "That's what made it so delicious."
She shook her head, her soft blue eyes looking doleful.
"Gina," he said. "I can't help being attracted to you. And from what I can tell, you feel the same."
"Perhaps," she responded. "But that's not the point, is it?"
"Then what is?"
"What is? Responsibility, you young moron!"
"Young moron?" he exclaimed. "A compliment! Thank you very much!"
She could not help but laugh with him and he moved his chair towards hers and gently ran his fingertips along her arm, over her elbow and then up her soft bicep to her shoulder. Her eyes closed while he touched over the straps of her thin top until he was gently caressing the tender nape of her neck. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and when he stroked her earlobe she moaned deeply.
"Nice?" he asked.
"Very," she purred, sighing softly.
With her eyes closed she did not see his head tip towards her face, all she felt was his fingers continue with their soft, sensual stroking. Suddenly, she felt his lips against her neck and she moaned softly, easing her head back to allow him better access.
He whispered, "You are so beautiful, Gina."
As he spoke, his fingers slid from her neck, downwards to the curve of breast above her halter top and slowly onto the rise of her majestic right orb. She knew she should immediately stop this but his lips nibbling along her neck were creating a sensational effect and she allowed his hand slide further inside the halter top. For a moment he held her deliciously jutting breast, teasing the erect tip through the material of her brassiere.
"Tommy...that's...." she began.
"So good?" he continued for her, but the footsteps along the hallway made him pull quickly away.
The cute little waitress appeared with their meals, and for a while they ate in silence until Gina pushed her plate of half eaten food away from her.
"I'm not hungry," she softly said, her blue eyes boring into his.
"Me neither," he replied.
After a few silent seconds during which they looked into each other's eyes, Tommy snaked his hand to Gina's neck and pulled her face to his. His mouth immediately found her sensuous full bow-like lips and he sighed softly to himself as they opened to allow his tongue access. He decided he should take things slowly so as not to scare her but found that she became the aggressor, her breasts pressing tightly against his arm as she kissed and licked around his lips before her tongue slithered back into his mouth.
He caressed her breast again, feeling the beautiful shape and weight of it in the palm of his hand, his thumb flicking over the hard nipple. He heard her moan into his mouth and brought his left hand to her other breast, cupping them both and gently kneading the beautiful orbs as she ran a hand up and into his hair, pulling his face closer to hers.
Feeling her acquiescence, he immediately slid up her top to expose her sheer, white brassiere and then yanked both cups up, exposing her delicious freckled breasts to his gaze. She gasped aloud as they bounced free and moaned again as his lips sought out her dark nipples, alternately sucking each into his mouth.
"Someone might come in," she gasped, her head jerking round to the door.
"We'll hear their footsteps," he growled, his lustful state dismissing her concern.
One hand left her breast and took her hand, pulling it against his rigid erection. For a glorious few seconds she stroked him through the cloth of his shorts, sending shockwaves from his penis to his brain and back again. But then she pulled her hand away.
"I can't," she gasped.
She jerked her brassiere cups down to cover heself and then gently smoothed the halter top back in place.
"Please don't be angry," she whispered, her eyes pleading.
"I'm not," he smiled.
Despite her move to cover herself, he could feel her need and was determined to press her resolve to the limit. His hands dropped to her tanned thighs and whilst he held her gaze, he eased her legs apart.
"Tommy," she whimpered. "Don't..."
He ignored her and ran his hands along the bare flesh of her thigh and then across the cloth of her tight shorts, his eyes still holding hers. He saw them open a little wider as his fingers pressed into her covered sex and she gave a loud gasp as he stroked her through the cloth.
"No, Tommy," she gasped, but at the same time he felt her legs open to his touch.
"God I want to fuck you," he whispered, staring into blue eyes that were half closing in pleasure at the gentle contact.
"I know," she gasped, "but we can't."
He unzipped the fly of her shorts and with a little difficulty, wriggled his hand inside. Her thong was wet, allowing him to better feel her mound as he very deliberately rubbed his fingers against her.
Only then did she tear her eyes away from his, her head momentarily sinking against his neck before her soft lips grazed against his ear. He could hear her sharp gasps of arousal as she licked at and bit his lobe, wriggling her hips now against his probing fingers.
"Tommy," she gasped.
"That good, Gina?" he asked, knowing the answer.
The tongue sinking deep into his earlobe answered for her. Suddenly he found a way under the material of her thong and she felt two fingers slip inside her.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hips now rotating on the twin invaders. "Oh fuck..."
Her bottom was lifting from the chair as she approached her orgasm, undulating up and down and then in little circular motions.
"Want me to stop now?" he teased.
"Don't you fucking dare," she responded.
He brushed his probing fingers over the beautiful blonde haired woman's G-spot and her hip movements increased as he did, thrusting rhythmically against his hand. She was moaning aloud, so close to losing control and he wondered if they could stop if they heard footsteps approach.
"That's so fucking good, Tommy" she gasped. "Oh God... I'm going to cum, baby."
Her hips were now gyrating urgently as his eager-to-please fingertips continued to tease her swollen G-spot. As she thrust herself against him, she whimpered with agonised relief as she passed the point of no return. Her body convulsed against him as her orgasm overtook her, and he needed to cover her mouth with his spare hand to prevent an anguished cry escaping.
*
Gary and Toni...
After debating the most appropriate setting, they ruled out the beach as it would be difficult to select a sufficiently secluded spot for the length of time they needed. Toni felt nervous as to searching for other outdoor possibilities, which left a choice of either of their bedrooms. As they had adjoining rooms, the decision was almost irrelevant, but Toni suggested they use Gary's but keeping the door between the two rooms unlocked in case Tommy and Gina should return earlier than expected.
"How do you want me?" she asked, looking around the room.
"Why don't you decide," he suggested.
"Me?"
"Yes. Any pose will be good with someone as lovely as you..."
She raised her eyes to the ceiling and gave a mock yawn.
"Cheesy perhaps, but true," he stated, looking into her green eyes and being rewarded with a soft smile.
"So you can choose something that will make you feel relaxed," he suggested. "Or even better, something sexy."
She continued to stare at him whilst she thought.
"Okay," she finally said.
She sashayed across to the double bed but suddenly turned back to face him, catching his eyes as they followed her rounded buttocks. She smiled, drawing his gaze back to hers, and when she had his attention, she slid her hand around her back and unhooked her bikini top. She allowed a few seconds to pass whilst she held the cups to her breasts before allowing the top to drop to the floor.
He gasped in admiration as he gazed on her rounded, lightly tanned globes, her high dark nipples fully erect.
"Good reaction," she purred.
When he returned his eyes to meet hers, she slipped her hands to the string on each side of her bikini, again holding his gaze as she unfastened one side and then the other. She slowly dropped the garment beside her top on the floor, exposing her neatly trimmed bush of curly light brown pubic hair to his admiring gaze.
His mouth dropped open as he took in her honey-tanned body. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined," he whispered.
She smiled softly, appreciating the compliment.
"If I lie on the bed, where will you sit to sketch me?" she asked
He thought for a second. "If you sat up..."
"No," she respoonded. "If said, if I lie on the bed?"
"Oh. Well in that case, I'd probably stand."
She nodded. "Okay."
She turned around, displaying her shapely buttocks to his gaze again, and eased herself on the bed. After thinking for a few moments, she lay down on her back, holding her hands above her and gripping on to the iron part of the headboard, as if her hands were tied. Then she bent her left leg whilst stretching the other one out, easing them apart to expose her thick bush of curly hair.
He couldn't help himself. "You look like you want to be fucked."
She smiled softly at him, the ends of her beautifully full lips curling up at the edges.
"Good," she said. "It's how I want you to sketch me."
He nodded, his throat constricting as he stared at her. She looked like every man's wet dream. His penis was already unfurling inside his shorts as he turned to the chest of drawers and pulled out his sketch pad and a couple of pencils. He allowed himself a deep sigh as his gaze returned to her naked form.
"Okay," he breathed, beginning to put pencil to paper. "Are you ready?"
She shook her head. Slowly, deliberately.
"No?" he asked.
"Our agreement," she whispered.
He understood.
He held the pad and pencils in one hand whilst he unfastened and then unzipped his shorts with the other. They fell to the ground, his erection leaping into the air. Her green eyes clouded as they took in his throbbing hardness and she ran her moist tongue across her pink lips as she stared at his manhood. It was much larger than that of her boyfriend.
"Now that would make a good self portrait," she husked. "I'm ready now."
He knew that he should have felt embarrassed but he felt anything but. He was happy for her to see the effect she had on him and exchanged smiles with her as he began to sketch. He took his time drawing in her body shape, her face and hair, ensuring that he captured every detail before moving onto her magnificent breasts and then the beautiful vision between her long legs.
Every time he felt his hardness begin to wilt, he just paused for a few seconds whilst his eyes took in the entirety of her honey-tanned body, always returning to the fabulously, sensual, dreamy look between her eyes. They were constantly clouded, sometimes closed, and he frequently heard her emit small moaning sounds, as if in her mind she truly was being fucked. He wondered if it was him that she was imaging to be inside her, and that thought kept him hard.
After a long period of silence, he heard her speak.
"How long have you been sketching?"
He looked over at the lit up clock on the bedside table. "Over an hour."
"How long before you finish?"
"Another hour," he told her.
"That's a long time to be standing," she suggested.
He grinned. "Well, my legs are a little tired."
"It wasn't your legs I was referring to," she purred.
His manhood jerked at her words.
"Wow, Gary. That was impressive," she teased. "How did you do that?"
He gave a nervous grin. He would give anything to join her on that bed.
"I didn't," he said. "You did!"
"That's good," she purred in reply. "I need a drink."
He looked around, and then walked over to the bottle of water in the table in the corner of the room. His penis bounced in front of him as he covered the distance, and he poured a glass full and took it over to the bed.
She made no move to readjust her position and so he carefully held the glass to her lips whilst she took a few sips. Because of the full glass, some spilled from her mouth and fell down her chin. They both watched as it slowly and erotically made its way down and onto her breast, settling against her erect, dark nipple. Their eyes met and it seemed that she gave a slight nod of her head in silent acquiescence.
He lowered his head and licked the water from her neck, his tongue following the trail down onto her full breast. He sucked on her nipple, pulling it into his mouth as she moaned aloud but made no move to alter her position. His mouth slithered to her other breast, repeating his sucking, both hands now running up her stomach to cup both breasts, eliciting further groans of pleasure.
"Gary," she gasped, her breath hoarse. "Sit on me."
His eyes widened and he immediately obeyed, but whereas he began to position himself between her legs, she shook her head.
"Higher," she said, encouraging him to edge up her body, and then she repeated the instruction until he knew what she had in mind.
She made no effort to touch him, her legs remaining outstretched and her hands in position as if tied to the headboard. His manhood approached her pouting mouth and he adjusted the angle of his body so that she could take him between her beautiful pink lips.
"Oh fuck," he gasped as she gently moved her head to allow her to suck up and down the top half of his shaft, running her moist pink tongue around his bulbous head.
"Toni..." he whispered.
It was then they heard the noise outside of the room and the sound of Tommy's voice. Daniel leapt off the bed, closely followed by Gina, who had the presence of mind to collect her discarded bikini before racing into her own room. Daniel, meanwhile, hid the sketchpad back in the chest of drawers and just made it to the bathroom as he heard the key in the bedroom door.
*
Lisa and Loncraine...
It was five minutes to two o'clock and Lisa was preparing to leave her room. Although she had promised herself not to, she had dressed in her sexiest lingerie, covered by a short red sun dress that buttoned up the front. As was her way with that dress, she left the two bottom and two top buttons undone. She looked in the long mirror and seeing the sexy effect, she quickly buttoned the two buttons at the top.
She had not slept much the previous night. Nor had she allowed Leo to touch her. She could not bring herself to confront him, partly because of the anger and sorrow she felt inside, but also as she knew that to do so would see Loncraine involve the local authorities. And whatever else, she must not allow that to happen.
But as she had lain awake for hour after hour during the night, she had also realised that her act of mutual masturbation with Loncraine, as unthinkable as it seemed, had been an unbelievable turn-on for her. How she had changed! Just the thought of such a thing the night before would have sickened her. She would have sworn that it would have been impossible for her to partake in such a situation.
But now she realised that not only had she involved herself, she had watched Loncraine orgasm. And not only had she made herself cum in front of him, she had subsequently made herself climax again in her room, on two occasions yesterday and again this morning. Each time, her mind was imagining that she and the attractive black owner were doing unspeakable things to one another.
Her mind was a blur. She was so tired that she had stayed in bed all morning, and she was as aroused now thinking about it as she had been since she had committed the indecent act. She told herself that she would do anything to save Leo other than allowing Loncraine to make love to her, and yet the thought of the owner fucking her was such an inconceivable turn-on for her. As the images came into her mind, she undid the two top buttons again.
Before they had parted yesterday, Loncraine had asked her to visit his office at two o'clock today to let him know whether she would do as he asked, or if she was happy to allow him to bring in the authorities and allow them to decide the next steps. Her mind screamed at Leo for being so stupid, for his reckless act of unfaithfulness. And now, as she left her room and walked to Loncraine's office, it was she who was paying the penalty.
The owner bent to kiss her cheek as she entered, but she hurried past him into the room. She had no intention of any pleasantries. She wanted and needed to find a way out of this and leave his office as quickly as he could. Yet at the same time, she felt the moistness between her legs at just being here in the scene of her previous embarrassment. She needed to be strong.
The one difference between yesterday and today was that Loncraine had the doors to his private balcony wide open. The sun streamed into the room and she could hear the loud noises of chatting and laughter that were drifting up from the pool area. Knowing she was likely to resist, the wily owner had arranged for Veronica to sit beside Leo at two o'clock, and to flirt with him as only she was capable. He would ensure that Lisa observed the scene.
"Loncraine," she began, but his hand stopped her.
He walked out onto the balcony and she followed him, eager to reach some sort of compromise. He handed her the drugged drink as clinked his glass with hers.
"To working out a way forward," his deep voice suggested.
"Loncraine," she repeated. "No matter what, I won't sleep with you."
"Yet your husband slept with my daughter," he calmly stated. "My under-age daughter."
"Loncraine, I've been thinking about that video," she said.
He looked down onto the pool side and saw Veronica sit beside Leo. He looked around, as if searching for his wife, and when he saw that she was not in the vicinity, he began to chat to the ebony beauty.
"And what have you been thinking," he quietly asked.
"I'd like to see it again!"
His eyes widened slightly. "You would like to see it again?"
She took a long drink from her glass. "Not the sex bit, that was despicable. But the build up. I'm certain that Leo was led on."
"Ah," he snorted. "Led on.... led on to fuck my under-age daughter."
"It was not his fault," her voice almost pleaded. "He's... he is not like that."
He watched Veronica running her hand along Leo's leg below them, and then brush her breasts against his arm. He seemed to be responding, but then, who would be able to resist his daughter's charms?
"Let me ask you two things," Loncraine said. "And if you can honestly answer 'no' to either, I'll forget everything."
Her eyes widened at the lifeline. "Anything."
"First," he deep voice asked, "Even if he was led on, do you believe that would excuse him from under age sex?"
Her face whitened a little.
"Perhaps not entirely, but...."
"And second," he said, cutting off her answer. "Does that man down at the pool with my daughter look disinterested?"
Lisa followed his eyes and saw her husband with Veronica. As she looked, he had his arm around the young girl and glanced around before kissing her on the cheek.
"Well?" the deep voice asked.
Lisa burst into tears.
"Now, now," the owner said, gently helping the angry woman down onto the sun bed. "I am not saying that my daughter is an angel, Lisa. And it may be true that she led your husband on. But that does not excuse his actions."
He paced up and down the small balcony area until she composed herself. It did not take long.
"The bastard," she said. Her voice was angry and she spat out the words. Throwing her head back, she drained her glass.
Loncraine took it from her and set it down on the small table, next to his. He knew that within a short time the spectacular young woman would begin to grow lax and suggestible, just as she had yesterday. He eased himself down onto the sun bed next to her.
"Lisa, you know it is important that I protect my daughter. Just as I know you must protect your husband. We both know that."
He slid closer to her on the sun bed, allowing his hand to rest on the arm behind her, his fingers softly trailing along her long, blonde pony tail. His voice was soft and he spoke very calmly, unnervingly so.
"Lisa, I have to tell you that you are the most attractive woman I have ever had visit my hotel. You did not deserve this and nor did I. We have both been placed in a difficult position, have we not?"
His large hands had moved from the pony tail and his deft fingers were now stroking along the base of her soft neck, beneath the golden fall of her pony tail. Looking down, he could see that her nipples were like two bullets pushing against the fabric of her sun dress.
"We are both victims, are we not?" he continued, his calm voice imparting the suggestions into her tranquillised mind.
She imperceptibly nodded her head, soothed by the fingers on her neck in addition to his soft words. Her light brown eyes were squeezed into hooded slits of contentment and her pupils were slightly defocused as the aphrodisiac he had fed her began to slacken her mind and feed through her body.
"What do you want from me Loncraine?" she asked, her shoulders sagging in a resigned gesture.
"You know the answer to that, my beautiful young woman," his calming voice soothed. "I need to right the wrong."
She hesitated, the touch of his fingers felt so good and the earlier images of the owner fucking her returned to her mind. Something inside of her was telling her to let go, but at the back of her confused mind she knew she had to hold on.
"Loncraine..." she began.
His lips touched her neck, his outstretched tongue sweeping along her soft skin to the top of her shoulder and then returning.
"Tell me Lisa," he said softly. "Wouldn't you like me to pleasure you?"
Her dilated eyes hooded at the sensations created by the very tip of his tongue on her bare skin.
"Loncraine..." she began again, on the brink of giving in. "Loncraine, I cannot make love to you...."
"And I know that, my beautiful, young woman. At least not yet. But there are other ways of giving you pleasure," he murmured.
His lips and tongue were teasing the soft skin around her neck, drawing exquisite patterns that created a direct link between her brain and her needy sex. His tongue flicked to her ear, licking and sucking the lobe, hearing her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps as her drugged mind imagined what was in store.
His left hand tenderly turned her mouth to his, and his soft lips touched hers, sensually kissing and licking around her soft, pink lips, his tongue parting them before easing inside her unresisting mouth. She surprised both of them by returning the kiss, her long tongue lazily interacting with his, unwilling to be the aggressor but a willing participant nonetheless.
As he continued the kissing, he trailed his deft hands down and ran them over the top of her sun dress and onto her upthrusting young breasts, delighted that she made no move to prevent him. Instead, her soft mouth moaned into his as he caressed the wonderful orbs, feeling her diamond hard nipples pressing back against his palms.
He was well aware of the state of her tranquilised mind, but also of the conflicting sensations that would still be working their way around her thoughts. Slowly does it, he thought, realising that whilst there was no way she would help him undress her, she would not prevent him either unless he made too bold a move.
His tongue was still softly interplaying with hers, maintain her soft arousal without attempting to increase the pace. This was a time for gentle seduction, he knew. His hands left her breasts and flicked open the first of the five unfastened buttons on her sundress. He heard her give a soft gasp and he ran his other hand under her chin, gently stroking the soft flesh. Only when he heard her comforting moan into his mouth did he move onto the second button, flicking it open between thumb and forefinger.
"Loncraine..." he heard her say, easing her mouth an inch or two away from his.
"I know, my beautiful young woman," he interrupted.
He was determined not to break the spell and fed his lips and tongue along her throat, being rewarded by a soft moan as she lifted her head up, baring her skin for more.
"I know," he continued, between soft licks and kisses. "You need pleasuring, Lisa. You need to feel pleasure."
"We can't make love," she whispered.
He gave a soft sigh of annoyance but quickly recovered. There was always tomorrow.
"I know that, my beautiful Lisa," he comforted. "Have no fear of that and let Loncraine ease the ache you have inside."
The soft feminine hands that pulled his lips back to hers gave him the confirmation he was looking for and within seconds all five buttons were undone and he was gently pulling the dress from her wonderfully freckled shoulders. She was wearing dark blue lace, see-through panties with a French bra that had her amazing breasts spilling over the top. He swept his mouth along the top of her cleavage, lovingly licking every inch of the soft skin.
"Lift up," he whispered, allowing her to feel his attempt to tug the sun dress away.
Her eyes opened, they were wide with alarm.
"Loncraine..." she gasped.
For a moment he thought that she was going to stop him there and then and his mind raced in an attempt to find the best way to re-assure her.
"Everything is fine, Lisa. Everything is fine," he purred. "We are not going to make love, I am just going to make you feel a little better."
She paused, her dilated eyes softening as she listened to his soothing words.
"I know you need to feel better, my beautiful, Lisa. You know that too, don't you?"
Her eyes stared at him and she gave a soft nod of her head. Her bottom eased up slightly as he again tugged at the sun dress, this time pulling it away.
"Good girl," his soothing voice continued. "I can help you, Lisa. You will let me help you, won't you?"
She nodded again, her eyes beginning to hood again. His hands slipped around her back, deftly unhooking her brassiere and pulling it from her body. Her golden breasts bounced free, defying gravity as they jutted out from her body. His eyes took in every counter of their shape and roundness before being drawn the beautifully erect coral nipples.
Returning his eyes to hers, he saw that they had widened again, the same look of concern returning to her face.
"Lisa," he gasped. "You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen in my lifetime."
He saw her eyes soften a little at his admiring words and he softened his voice into a soothing tone.
"You are truly magnificent, my beautiful woman. A goddess amongst mortals."
He gently ran his fingertips along her long legs as he spoke, wanting to take each of her luscious orbs in his mouth but equally aware of the need to pace his attack. Her eyes began to narrow with the sensations created by the sweeping motions of his fingers, now caressing her thighs. He momentarily wondered if she would allow him to remove her panties but decided to draw her further into his spell before he did.
She emitted a soft moan as he used his fingernails to run up her inner thighs and she eased back on the sun bed, her head resting on the upraised back. He smiled at her acquiescence and used his fingers to gently guide her legs apart without her fully appreciating what he was doing. Then his mouth had replaced his fingers and he swept his tongue along her thighs, licking and kissing his way closer to her prize.
She gave a louder groan and he knew the time was right. He watched her face closely and before she could object he pushed her legs apart with slightly more force. As he saw her eyes spring open with realisation, he dropped his mouth to her silk covered pubis and pulled her hips down and against his waiting tongue.
He waited for the objection, but none came. Instead, he heard her moan aloud and felt her hand grasp his hair, tugging his face into her rather than away. Taking advantage, his hands slid to the edge of her panties, digging his fingers into the sides and roughly tugging them down her legs and away from her exposed body.
"Loncraine..." she gasped.
Whatever she was going to say was caught in her mouth as the tip of his tongue returned to her sex, lightly flicking its way along the full length of her shining clitoris. She moaned again, louder this time, and her hand went back to his head again, gripping his hair tightly as she raised her hips into his face. He was now firmly in control of this delicious creature and he intended to slake his thirst and tease her back tomorrow before she left the resort.
He closed his lips over her and began to suck at her engorged clitoris, his tongue flicking its hypersensitive tip gently from side to side as his hands gently lifted each of her legs across his broad shoulders. He snaked his hands up to her breasts, kneading each in his palms before taking her coral tips between his thumb and forefinger, gently pulling them into an even harder state than they already were.
For a second, he pulled his face away, hearing her immediate gasp of disappointment.
"Tomorrow, I will fuck you, Lisa," his crafty deep voice told her. "Today, my tongue will fuck you...."
She gasped again at his words, not answering other than attempting to force her hips against his mouth.
He leant back, their lust filled eyes on each other and he flicked his tongue along her heated furrow, causing her body to jerk in delight and another moan to escape her soft, pink lips.
"Yes?" he asked, easing his tongue away again. "Tomorrow, I will fuck you, Lisa...."
He ran his tongue along her length again, flicking her little nubbin along the way.
She nodded, her face contorted in arousal.
"You want my tongue to fuck you now?"
She groaned, her hands reaching for his head.
"Say it...." he insisted, holding his head inches away despite the pressure exerted by her pulling hands.
"Yes," she conceded. "Please Loncraine, make me cum...."
He smiled into her eyes and allowed her hands to pull his face into her urgently grinding hips. Although he sank his tongue into her hot core and attempted to alternate his tongue fucking with sucking on her aroused little nubbin, she was past any sort of sensual pleasuring. Both of her hands gripped his hair as the grinding of her hips became more urgent in her immediate search for release.
She pulled both legs up, resting her feet on his shoulders in an attempt to create yet more friction, using his face to take her to her urgently needed climax. All the while Loncraine sucked, licked and fucked with his hard tongue, his upraised fingers tugging on her coral nipples, until a sudden jerk of her hips told him that the moment had arrived.
After a final, almost violent, thrust against his face, the tremors shook her whole body. She used both hands to frantically keep him in place as she rode it out, until with one last gasp her hands fell away and she collapsed down onto the sun bed.
*
Peggy and Venus...
Venus strode across to the pool where Charles, Peggy and Danny were sitting. Charles was the first to see her, his mouth dropping as he took in her gold bikini, the brief top barely encasing her voluptuous cleavage. The diamond stud adorning her belly button stood proud above the tiny bikini briefs, the top of which gave a subtle hint of the thick, black, pubic hair underneath.
"Hi Danny," she softly breathed. "Veronica and Helena have been telling me all about your lessons. They sounded very impressed."
His parents looked at him as the surge of red engulfed his whole body, but before they could ask, Venus turned her attention to Charles.
"And you look good in those shorts, Charles. You have a sexy husband, Peggy. Can I borrow him for a game of tennis later?"
Peggy took a moment to realise that Venus had addressed the remark to her. Her eyes were focused on Venus's body, recalling what she looked like naked.
"Well?" Charles eagerly asked.
"Well, what?" she replied, still distracted by Venus's body. The young woman looked sensational in that bikini.
"You can find something to do if Venus and I play tennis later?" his impatient voice demanded.
She smiled, nodding her pretty head. "Be my guest. Danny and I can always go for a stroll, can't we Dan?"
Her son violently shook his head. "Er... I said I'd meet Veronica later," he stuttered.
"And Helena," Venus giggled. "Being the last night, I think the two of them have a special going away surprise for you."
She laughed as the boy blushed again, and turned back to Charles.
"But fair is fair," she purred. "Peggy and I enjoyed our time in the gym together yesterday, didn't we honey?"
Peggy nodded, her eyes gleaming as her hard pink tongue flicked across her ruby lips.
"I'm just about to go for another session," she softly purred.
As she stared into Peggy's soulful, black eyes, her lightly painted eyelids began to hood as she moistened her pouty lips with her narrow, long tongue.
"I thought you might like to cum again?"
Peggy gasped slightly at the double entendre, feeling her already moistening sex react further. She glanced at Charles to see if he had taken anything from Venus's words but his dreamy eyes seemed to be glued to the black girls' fabulous body. She immediately jumped to her feet.
"I'm ready and willing, Venus."
Her female seductress smiled at her, her gaze dropping to Peggy's small perky bosom, her nipples pushing against the bikini top. Soon, they would be in her mouth. She linked arms with Peggy.
"Say half past seven for our session, Charles? You can work up an appetite before dinner. Meet you at the back stairs again."
With that, she turned and guided Peggy towards the hotel, giving father and son a deliberate sway of her hard, rounded buttocks as she walked away.
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