We went to dinner just after that (no panties or underwear at all, the women's breasts loose under their summer dresses). The large, open aired, thatched restaurant was relatively busy but we sat at our usual table. The buffet was out of this world and we chatted about what was available – wine, beer was ordered and we settled in for the meal, tomorrow's naked day not even mentioned, though there was an element of suspense in the air. Cee went off to the buffet, leaving Shy and I alone.
Shy sipped her wine. "How was your afternoon in the pool with Cee?" she asked with a grin.
"It was good," I replied, playing on.
"Did you play with her arse?"
"Yes...I rubbed my cock up and down...she's infatuated with you, you know?"
Shy stared into her glass of wine. "This is all so, so weird. I get what is happening, but I don't...she wants to have anal sex, you know?"
I nodded, sipping my beer, noticing that Cee, at the buffet, was talking with an elderly woman, probably in her mid-sixties – she wore a summer dress, her legs good for her age, her bust full-bodied, grey hair, wide hips. Conservative.
"...with you," prompted Shy.
It was open season. No more secrets. "I know," I answered, wanting there and then to tell her about the strap-on Cee had bought, but I kept mum.
"Do you want too? Silly question..."
"Only if you are okay with it and will be there...do you mind?"
Shy gulped her wine. "Good God, Hubby – I'm fucking my step-sister and a twenty year old Thai maid!!! What does it matter now!!??"
I laughed out aloud. "That's true...and you? Anal sex, I mean?"
"I'm curious...Jesus, we've become sex maniacs! Listen to us – a few weeks ago we talked Donald Trump and the lawn...and now!?"
I grinned. "Blame it on the Island," I said and then saw that Cee was heading toward us, plate filled, and friend in tow. "Here comes trouble," I whispered to Shy.
Cee introduced her. Her name was Sylvia and, as it turned out, was the ex-headmistress of a young girl's school only thirty miles from where we lived. Shy immediately joined in on the conversation as she knew prior students and the history of the school. I sat back, ate and drank as the women gossiped. Sylvia was a widower, this was her first trip abroad and she'd arrived only a few hours ago. Cee poured wine and we ate and I noticed that Sylvia carried a full rack of tits on her – she was, she confirmed, in her late sixties and a little at loss with her life. The wine flowed and she admitted she had a fear of the sea, of all things!
"Don't you have a pool?" Shy asked her.
Sylvia said she did not – she'd taken a small chalet, but either way she was happy to be on the Island.
Shy, seated between Cee and I, suddenly squirmed on her chair. I glanced down and saw that Cee's right hand was stroking her thigh and hiking up her dress. Cee kept her eyes on Sylvia.
"Well," said Cee, "then you must use ours. Ten `o clock tomorrow, Bloody Mary's to start because we are going to need them! Isn't that a good idea, Shy?"
Shy, face in a glass of wine, nodded. "Of course..."
There was a sexiness to Sylvia – solid flesh, big breasts, conservative and I didn't know where Cee was going with this. "Umm...hate to be the bearer of bad news here," I said, "but tomorrow is...well...is..."
"Naked day," Shy interjected. Cee's hand had hiked Shy's skirt almost up to her waist, was stroking her bare thigh.
"Naked day?" Sylvia asked, a bit startled. "You're nudists!? Oh my..."
I saw that Sylvia was blushing. "Recent nudists," I told her, watching Cee's hand at work on my wife's leg. "Our chalet is very secluded."
"I'm sure you've seen enough nude women...girls...in your life, Sylvia – all those cloak rooms...showers...?"
Sylvia squirmed a bit at Shy's question and I could see the top of her breasts were flushed. "Yes, of course, but. Well – that was a long time ago and I...I'm not sure if I could, well, go naked."
"You must have lots of stories to tell – girls at a boarding school...we all know what they can get up to, isn't that right?" Shy asked leaning forward a bit, her bare cleavage suddenly prominent and Sylvia had no alternative but to take a quick peek. Her eyes darted away and she sought sanctuary in her glass of red wine.
"Pray, tell us!" Cee added, her hand still at work, molding Shy's left thigh.
I was a little stunned with Shy's sudden interest, her questions. This was all new to me, unexplored territory. Young girls? Showers? I felt for Sylvia right then!!
"I think we're embarrassing Sylvia here..." I said.
Sylvia sat up on her chair. "OH, no, not at all – I, well, do have stories of course but I'd have to get very, very drunk and...well...this isn't quite the place, is it?" she said with a glimmer of a smile.
Shy leant over the table and touched Sylvia's hand – from Sylvia's perspective she must have got a good view of Shy's swinging breasts, perhaps even her nipples because she, again, glanced down, but this time her look lingered. "Of course," Shy said to Sylvia. "Maybe tomorrow...it's your decision, no rush. Now how about some dessert?"
The conversation changed course to life in England and such. Cee kept her hand on Shy's thigh for a while until Sylvia excused herself with a promise that she'd "think about joining us". Cee gave her our chalet number.
As soon as Sylvia left, I looked at Cee and Shy. "Young girls in showers? You scared the woman to death!" I said with a grin.
"Nonsense – our Sylvia has many dark secrets," Shy told me.
"You know that because of...?"
"I went to a girl's boarding school, Hubby. I know what some of those teachers got up to," Shy explained, with a smile.
After dinner we returned to the chalet. Cee and Shy opened another bottle of wine and cuddled up on a lounge chair with pen and paper in hand and began discussing what to order from room service early the next morning. Their conversation was casual, as if planning a dinner party. Personally, my nerves were shot – what if Sylvia did come? And what of Pat being with us. How would Sylvia react to her? I took a deep breath, finished my beer as Cee, in mid chat, began fondling Shy's left breast. Shy, casually, sat up and dropped the top of her dress exposing her tits then lay back and continued scribbling the list. Cee changed her body position and began sucking on Shy's nipples. Their nonchalance was mind blowing.
The list was extensive and I could hear my credit card groan. Wine, vodka, breakfast, all day snacks...
"If Sylvia does turn-up, what's the plan?" I asked.
Cee lifted her mouth off Shy's nipple. "We'll stay dressed until she settles, gets comfy, then Shy and Pat will get naked first," she told me.
I chuckled. "I gather the two of you have discussed this, then!?"
"Huh uh," replied Shy. "We have a plan, Hubby. Now it's bed time. Early start."
"I haven't finished yet!" Cee complained as Shy stood up, letting her dress fall to the floor.
"Save it for tomorrow," Shy told her with a smile and headed toward the chalet, wiggling her bum seductively.
Half an hour later, naked, we were all in bed, Shy in the middle. There was some mild petting between the women and I spooned with my wife. Soon we were asleep.
I awoke to the noise of bottles being unpacked and the sounds of Cee and Shy chatting. I slipped on a pair of shorts and peered into the lounge. Cee and Shy, wearing bikinis and loose sarongs, were busy arranging the day's booze and food on the table and in the refrigerator.
Shy saw me and smiled. "Morning, Hubby – room service has come and gone. There's breakfast on the patio...we've showered already."
"Yes – she's nice and clean for young Pat," teased Cee.
"Stop it, now," Shy said and smacked Cee on the bum.
"What's the time?" I asked.
"After nine – bloody Marys in ten minutes," Cee announced.
I wandered off to the patio and had a quick breakfast, still bewildered as to the calmness the two women were showing. Cee sauntered past with a jug of Bloody Mary. "With or without a Viagra, Hubby?" she asked with a grin.
I laughed and relaxed – time to stop worrying and start enjoying. "With," I said. Hell, I was going to spend a day with three, perhaps four, naked women. I hurried off to shower, and to check on my stock of Viagra.
On the dot of ten `o clock the doorbell rang. We were all on the patio poisoning ourselves on Cee's powerful Bloody Marys.
Shy got to her feet. "That'll be Pat," she said, and then stood nervously, uncertain, reality sinking in. Almost girlish, as if on her first date. She looked at me for guidance.
"Then you'd better go answer it," I told her reassuringly. "Go on..."
"If you don't, I will," Cee teased.
With a nervous giggle, Shy went into the chalet. Cee sat back on her chair and ran her hands quickly over her bikini top. "I have a feeling we're going to see a lot of flesh today, Hubby," she whispered.
I chuckled. "Perverts...all of you!"
"Look who's talking!" she teased.
"Look who's here everyone!" Shy announced from the chalet door. Cee and I turned. It was Sylvia. She was wearing sunglasses and a loose, summer dress that showed a little bit of cleavage. She sore sandals and I saw that her legs, calves were sturdy and in need of sun.
"Good morning everyone," Sylvia waved, her body language uncertain and Shy, sensing Sylvia's mood, immediately offered her a Bloody Mary.
"It's a bit early for that isn't it?" Sylvia asked with a quick smile.
"Never too early in this household," Cee told her. "Come sit – there's some brekkie if you want?"
Shy started pouring the drink. "When I answered the door I think Sylvia was surprised to see me with clothes on!"
Sylvia sat down. "Well...after what you said last night, this being naked time and all, I didn't know what to expect!"
Shy served Sylvia a glass and topped up Cee's drink. "Oh, that comes later," she said.
Sylvia took a sip of her drink. "Oh, really...well, I'm still not certain you know...in fact I walked past your chalet three times deliberating!!"
"Well, it's great you are here and as we told you, it is very secluded. See?"
Sylvia exhaled. "It is very pretty, isn't it? And the pool does look inviting..."
"Feel free, Sylvia," I said to her. "Get some sun, enjoy. I'm taking a dip soon..."
Then the doorbell rang. Here we go, I thought. How was Sylvia going to react seeing young Pat, seeing Pat and Shy together? I popped open a beer quickly.
"That'll be Pat," Shy said and hurried off into the chalet.
Sylvia looked confused. "There's other people coming?" she asked, concerned.
"Just Pat – Shy's young friend. She works here at the hotel. I'll go put some music on and I do think it is wine time!" Cee told Sylvia casually.
I saw that Sylvia was uncomfortable, her hands wrapped around her glass. I leant forward. "Sylvia, what happens on the island, stays on the island. It's all good..." I told her, hearing Shy and Pat giggling and whispering in the chalet.
"I see. Well, I think I do," Sylvia replied with a weak smile.
Music started playing over the sound-box as Shy and Pat stepped out onto the patio – Cee was with them brandishing a bottle of wine. Shy was carrying something gift wrapped in her hand.
"Sylvia, this is Pat."
Pat looked stunning – she was wearing a man's shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans that sat snug to her arse and her legs.
"Hello," said Pat. "It is nice to meet you."
"And you," replied Sylvia as Cee opened the bottle of wine.
"Pat brought me a present," announced Shy and Pat smiled and stared at the floor. Cee handed her a glass of wine.
"Let's see it...come on," Cee said. "Sylvia, wine?"
"I...yes...why not...thank you!"
Shy began unwrapping her gift to reveal a traditional, pastel coloured sarong. Cee handed Sylvia a glass of wine. "That's stunning," she said. "Try it on, Shy..."
"It's beautiful, Pat, thank you," Shy said to Pat and leant over and kissed her on the lips. It was a quick kiss that was certainly noticed by Sylvia.
"Let's see it on," Cee prompted Shy, sipping from her glass of wine, her eyes flicking toward Sylvia briefly.
"Okay," said Shy and she dropped the sarong she was wearing revealing her small bikini bottom. The straps had snuck up her bum crack and into the lips of her vagina, displaying a few wisps of pubic hair. "Put it on for me please, Pat," Shy asked.
Cee, now seated, watched with a smile on her face. I caught her eye and she grinned quickly before raising her glass. Sylvia sat very still as Pat knelt down in front of Shy, her face close to Shy's vagina, and began wrapping the sarong. It took a few seconds.
"Da da," said Shy, showing it off. The material was almost see-thru.
"What do you think Sylvia?" Cee asked.
"Well, I...um lovely material," Sylvia stammered, blushing a little I noticed.
"I think the bikini bottom ruins it," Cee advised. "Don't you think Hubby?"
Pat stood beside Shy, elbow to elbow as Shy looked down at herself. "You think?" she asked me.
I gulped down a slug of beer. "I agree with Cee. Bikini bottom is a no-no."
"Oh well, then," Shy said matter-of fact and reached under the sarong. She tugged at the straps and the bikini bottom fell to the floor. With the angle of the sun, her vagina was purely visible, a dark thatch and as she turned we all caught the curve of her bare arse. "Better?" she asked.
"Much," said Cee. "And cooler I suppose?"
Shy came forward to pick up her glass of wine, close to Sylvia now, her partial nudity prominent. "I think Pat should put my sarong on, don't you?" she asked us all.
I could see that Sylvia was squirming in her seat, embarrassed perhaps, confused.
"We all agree," Cee said. "Sylvia?"
"Yes...I...umm..."
Shy turned to Pat. "Your turn Pat," she told her and handed over her sarong.
Pat smiled taking the sarong. "I must change here?" she asked.
Shy stepped closer. "I did, my darling...and then we can lay in the sun if you want?"
Pat smiled. "That would be nice," she answered and she began undoing the button on her cut-offs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cee reach behind her back and undo the straps to her bikini top – her breasts swung into full view, nipples semi-erect, white against tan. Sylvia caught the movement and for a moment she was drawn to Cee's sudden exposure, then she swung her attention back to Pat as Pat dropped her shorts.
"Oh," is all I heard Sylvia whisper and with a shaking hand she grabbed at her glass of wine and gulped it.
Pat was nude beneath her shorts, her young slit with its small, shaved bush and her tight, boyish arse a sight to behold.
"Do want me to put it on?" Shy asked Pat.
"Thank you," replied Pat. Shy stepped closer and knelt down in front of Pat. Her back was to us and as she knelt, through the sarong, we could all see her anus and the lips of her vagina. My cock reacted, stiffening slightly as Shy began wrapping the sarong around Pat's small waist.
"There we go," Shy told Pat and stood up. "Now you, my girl, need some suntan lotion if we're going into the sun. In fact, we both do..."
I looked over to Sylvia. "How about that swim?" I asked her quietly. "Time to cool off, I think!"
She turned to me, a little dazed. "Yes, yes I think that would be a good idea. I have a bathing suit on..."
Cee stood up, her breasts swinging freely. "Suntan lotion here...come and get it. You, too, Sylvia. The sun here is vicious."
"Yes, mother," Shy teased as she and Pat headed toward Cee. Sylvia stood up and looked at us all. "I'll just go and change," she said and headed toward the chalet.
Shy and Pat stood with Cee who started squeezing the lotion out of a bottle. "She'll be fine," Cee told Shy and Pat. I stood up and took off my T-shirt...
"Tops off," Cee instructed, her own her tits swinging freely.
Pat looked at Shy looking for instruction. "Here, let me help you," Shy said to Pat and began unbuttoning her shirt. I was in two minds – drop my shorts or wait for Sylvia?
Cee lotion in hand, started oiling her own breasts as she watched Shy unbutton Pat's shirt – it didn't take long to expose the young girl's breasts, her nipples erect, her mounds firm. Shy put aside the shirt and unclasped her own bikini top just as Sylvia stepped out of the chalet.
"Looking good, Sylvia," Cee called out to her, handing the lotion to Shy and then continued oiling beneath her breasts, her stomach.
Sylvia, I saw, was wearing a dark blue one piece swimming costume – her thighs were heavy, flesh pale but her bosom was huge, voluptuous, straining against the material of her swim suit. Because of the cut of her costume, her vagina was well hidden.
"I love that colour, Sylvia," Shy remarked and even though she was still wearing the sarong, she might as well have been naked. "Don't you think, Pat?"
Pat was ogling Sylvia. "Yes," she replied, smiling quickly.
"Well...thank you," Sylvia said and exhaling, she came forward and went for her glass of wine. "I do feel a little over dressed though..."
"Well...take your time," Cee told her and turned to Shy and Pat. "Tanning time," she announced. "Bring the wine Shy!"
Sylvia and I watched the three women head for the deck chairs – Cee topless, Pat and Shy barely covered by the sarongs, bum cheeks flaunting.
Sylvia was mesmerised, there was no doubt. She gulped her wine and I offered to top up her glass and suggested we head for the pool. With a smile, she walked toward the shallow end and I got a good look at her rear – cheeks were full, heavy, her valley deep. My cock was pushing at the front of my shorts by the time I arrived at the pool, booze in hand and Sylvia, I'm sure, noticed the tent-pole as I handed her the wine.
She looked across to where the women were now reclining, Shy giggling as she tried to balance on the same chair as Pat. "Move over, Pat you naughty thing, you..." Shy was saying and we could hear Pat giggle. Cee was hovering, pushing her deck chair closer. "Make space for me!!"
Sylvia looked up at me. "Doesn't it, well, bother you? Seeing your wife with...with a umm..."
"Young woman? God no – it's a turn on," I told Sylvia and with my free hand I touched the head of my cock briefly. It was time for me to have some fun, I realised. The idea of masturbating in front of a total stranger was a turn-on. Sylvia caught my action, and I repeated it. "But Shy also fucks Cee," I added, my hand lingering, caressing my cock.
"But...but they are sisters!"
"Step-sisters – they've been fucking for a few days now," I told her, enjoying her embarrassment, was getting turned on by it. "I'm sure they will today...if you wait around...?"
Sylvia was blushed, her eyes glazed. She didn't know where to look!! Pat and Shy had snuggled on the deck chair and were tanning. Cee was pouring more drinks, still wearing bikini pants. I popped open the button on my waistband and fed my hand down and around my balls and started fondling them.
Sylvia sat down in the water on the step, cradling her glass. "Oh my..." she whispered and looked up at me. " What do you do...when they are...?
"...fucking?"
"Yes..."
"I watch and masturbate...I like watching...then I join in..."
Sylvia looked over toward the three woman. "I like to watch, too," she said softly, then looked up at me. I used the opportunity to undo one more button of my fly to reveal the head of my stiff cock. I could sense Cee watching from afar.
"You mean at the boarding school?" I asked her, using my hand in a gentle motion.
"Yes..." she whispered.
"Nice – we can watch together today if you'd like?"
Sylvia, flushed, gulped the last of her wine. "My God, I haven't been on this Island for more than a day and look where I am! What I'm saying!!"
I took her glass from her, letting my cock remain visible. "It's the atmosphere. Enjoy it. I'll get you some more wine. Take a swim and then let Cee get some lotion on you. She's good at that."
"I'm sure she is," Sylvia said with a weak smile.
I chuckled, left my dick alone and took her glass as she stepped deeper into the water. Cee watched me approach the drinks table and walked over – behind her Pat and Shy lay side by side, chatting quietly. My erection was prominent under my shorts and Cee made reference to it. "Having fun?"
"I told Sylvia you are going to help with the suntan lotion..."
"Oh wow, you devil you! I can't wait to see those tits, can you?"
I poured the booze. "She likes to watch..."
"So Shy was right about those girl boarding schools. Interesting," Cee said as she watched Sylvia swimming slowly in the pool. "I'll get the lotion."
Sylvia caught my eye from the pool and I showed her that her glass was full of wine. She lifted a hand and made her way to the steps just as Shy and Pat stood up from their lounger – Shy spotted me and waved and I gave her the thumbs up as she and Pat headed toward the pool. As they neared, Pat, with a giggle, whipped Shy's sarong off only metres away from Sylvia.
"You rascal you!" Shy shouted, now totally naked and made to grab Pat's Sarong – Pat, with another giggle, dived into the pool and Shy hurried to the steps, passing Sylvia. "Just you wait, Pat," Shy teased. "Isn't she a naughty girl, Sylvia?" Shy asked as she stood on the steps. Pat, long hair wet, tossed her own sarong out of the pool, now naked.
Sylvia, dripping wet herself, her one-piece costume plastered to her pendulous tits, her thick thighs, paused and stared at Pat in the pool. "Very," she told Shy and then, out of the blue, looked at Pat. "And we all know what happens to naughty girls, don't we?" she said in a sotto voice.
"Did you hear that, Pat? Now you are in trouble!" Shy said and dove into the pool, pert arse in the air.
Sylvia walked toward Cee and I – I dropped my shorts and let my stiff cock get some air and space. Cee glanced at me.
"Good idea," she said and hiked her fingers into her bikini bottom and dropped them to the floor. "Come and get some lotion on, Sylvia."
Sylvia didn't know where to look. "I feel pretty vulnerable right now...and tipsy!" she stammered.
Cee put a dollop of lotion into her hand. "Tipsy is good. There's champagne if you want...?"
I stroked my cock a few times, seeing that Shy and Pat had taken a seat on the top steps of the pool, bums still in the water and were watching. "I'll open the bottle," I said and began to do so. Shy put her arm over Pat's shoulder and was gently stroking the younger woman's right breast. The possibility of seeing Sylvia in the nude was turning us all on – it was now up to Cee.
Cee instructed Sylvia to turn around and began smearing the cream over her shoulders. "Pat is staying the night," she told me as I popped the champagne. I could see Sylvia tense under Cee's fingers. Was it the idea of Pat sharing the bed?
"Good that we have a very large bed," I replied. "By the looks of things, they may need it sooner than later!"
Cee and Sylvia turned and looked at the pool just as Pat began to sit astride Shy's thighs, facing her, their breasts together, vaginas touching – they were caressing, gentle kisses. Shy put her hands around Pat's waist, drawing her closer.
"Don't they look adorable?" Cee asked, stepping in closer behind Sylvia so her breasts were just touching the older woman's back.
"Yes, yes they do," Sylvia managed to say. "Is she really staying all night?"
I finished pouring the champagne, glanced at Cee who was now smoothing lotion down Sylvia's arms. "Yes she is but as Hubby said, we do have a very large bed," Cee said.
Was that an invitation!? I collected two glass of bubbly and with my cock still erect headed over to the pool. I thought it a good idea to give Sylvia some space with Cee. Shy and Pat watched me come over and I squatted beside them, my cock close to their faces as they were seated on a lower step. Shy, looking at my cock, told me I was looking good and I laughed, telling her the same. Pat smiled and I saw that Shy was fondling her right buttock under the water. I set aside the glasses and leant forward and kissed Shy on the lips, my head close to Pat's – Shy sucked on my tongue momentarily and then with her free hand fondled my balls. Pat watched with a smile, shifting her bum crack more onto Shy's hand, her vagina tighter against Shy's bush.
"Are you going to fuck Sylvia?" Shy asked me, still fondling. I looked over to where Sylvia was and saw that Cee was beginning to lower the straps of Sylvia's one-piece swimsuit.
"I think we should all fuck Sylvia," I said with a chuckle, thinking of Cee's surprise toys. "What do you think, Pat?"
Pat was beginning to gyrate a little on Shy's fingers and she nodded her head. "If Shy wants, yes," she replied loyally. "Drink your champagne, ladies...we're going to need it," I said and stood up, looking down on them as Pat glued her mouth onto Shy's left nipple. "Enjoy," I told them, my focus already on Sylvia and Cee.
I headed toward the cooler-box, getting a beer as Cee lowered the shoulders straps of Sylvia's costume. "You'll get stripes in this sun," she was saying, "and that would look horrible, don't you think?"
I could see, by her body language, that Sylvia was now resigned to the fact that was to get naked – as Cee began lowering the front of her swimming costume she drank her champagne and kept her eyes on Pat and Shy's movements in the pool. "Yes...yes, that wouldn't look nice," Sylvia finally agreed. I teased the head of my cock as Cee got even closer to Sylvia's behind, and pulled down the material of the bathing suit from under Sylvia's armpits.
"Here we go," Cee said, her face over Sylvia's right shoulder, her naked vagina tight against Sylvia's bum. Then Cee worked the material down gradually, pulling it slowly, revealing the top of Sylvia's bosom. The flesh of her tits began to fall free and Sylvia, still with champagne in hand, lifted her arms a little, her eyes still focused on Shy and Pat whose gyrating was becoming a little more extensive – Pat was riding Shy's vagina now and Shy had both her hand hands clasped to the young girl's arse cheeks, adding pressure, pulling her into and onto her.
Sylvia's tits fell free as Cee rolled down the bathing costume to her mid-riff. Their flesh was pale, un-tanned, veined, and though they sagged, there was a fullness to them. Her nipples were erect and long, like short pencil stubs. Her areolae were wide, dark. But it was Sylvia's nipples that caught my attention, and Cee's. They were rigid, pointed, and I knew Cee would be immediately drawn to them, as she was to Shy's nipples.
"My God, Sylvia – why on earth are you hiding those!?? They are stunning," Cee told the older woman as she leaned over her shoulder, her hands now just below Sylvia's breasts. "Don't you think so, Hubby?" Cee asked me.
"Gorgeous," I said and stepped a little closer. Sylvia blushed, Cee's hands still around her waist.
"I feel like a lamb being led to slaughter," she giggled. I saw that her glass was empty and retrieved it from her, letting her see my cock openly and closer. "I'll top you up...Cee?"
"Yes please – we should let the wine flow! Now, Sylvia, Hubby tells me you like to watch..."
"Well, I..."
"Hush...we all do. I do especially, so can I watch you undress now, please?"
Sylvia, her bathing suite hanging over her thick thighs, her breasts now tasting the sun's rays, looked at Cee over her shoulder. "I don't understand?" Sylvia said. Neither did I, but I wasn't going to interfere!
Cee stepped a little back from Sylvia, her own hands beginning to caress her stomach and beneath her tits. "Undress for me, then I want you to put suntan oil on...everywhere, especially your arse, and then you can come with me and watch me fuck Shy...right there, in the pool..."
"Oh my," Sylvia whispered and fumbled for her glass of bubbly. She gulped it down, set it aside.
"...and Pat will be there...don't turn around. Just do it," Cee instructed, now squeezing her own nipples.
I had no option but to sit down – if I touched my penis I would explode and I didn't want that yet. It was only midday!
Sylvia stood stock still for a moment. "Where's the lotion?" she asked finally, her voice hoarse, a little slurred, the wine and bubbly taking its toll.
"I put it in front of you...so you have to bend over to get it when you are naked, Sylvia...if you know what I mean?"
"I see," Sylvia said, understanding. Without turning and still watching Pat and Shy in the pool, Sylvia slowly began hitching down her bathing suit over her hips. Cee kept her focus on Sylvia's heavy buttocks as they were revealed. From where I was seated, I had a good view. Pale, dimpled flesh to start, then the meat of her bum cheeks, the dark crack tight, secretive and deep.
In the pool, Shy and Pat, giggling, reversed positions – Shy sat astride Pat, her tits in Pat's face and Pat started licking my wife's nipples, left to right, right to left.
Sylvia had dropped her costume around her ankles and she was now naked. Cee masturbated her own nipples ferociously as Sylvia bent forward to pick up the lotion, opening her arse crack and I could see her thick pubic hairs between her legs, her heavy breasts hanging off her chest, nipples pointed.
"So lovely, Sylvia," Cee whispered. "Don't stand up...stay like that and put on the lotion..." Cee quietly, breathlessly instructed. Sylvia obeyed – she put lotion in her right hand and began smearing it over her bum cheeks, moulding her flesh, opening her crack momentarily. "Put some lotion in there, Sylvia – this sun gets everywhere," Cee whispered and Sylvia's fingers hesitated, then darted into her crack for a moment and smeared the lotion and in doing so we both saw her puckered hole.
Cee's right hand had gone between her own bum cheeks and she was slowly stroking the area of her anus. "So good...you can stand up now and turn around, Sylvia," Cee said and the older woman did so, her cheeks flushed, her nipples like projectiles. Sylvia faced Cee, now fully naked, seeing that Cee was caressing herself.
Cee smiled. "Let's go," she told Sylvia and took her by the hand and headed for the pool. "I'm sure Hubby will watch with you..."
I watched them head to the pool where Shy was riding Pat with intent – Sylvia's paleness stood out against Cee's tanned flesh, her heavy buttocks swinging seductively – yes, she was a lamb being led to the slaughter. I grabbed a cold bottle of beer and a bottle of opened wine and followed.
Cee and Sylvia stood at the edge of the pool and Shy looked over. Her thrusting against Pat's vagina seemed to intensify as she saw Sylvia's body – Pat had her back up against the step and Shy was sitting over her, her tits in Pat's face.
"Sylvia wants to watch," is all Cee said and stepped into the pool.
"Oh...nice," Shy mumbled.
Cee stepped between Shy and Pat, and offered her vagina to Pat, her arse crack to Shy who immediately buried her nose into her step-sister's vagina and anus. Pat shifted forward, her young, rosy tongue probing the folds of Cee's pussy. Cee lowered herself, adjusted, and pushed against Shy's probing tongue and nose. Cee assisted by opening her bum cheeks, giving Shy better access to her spot.
Sylvia stood mesmerised and I went and stood behind her. I wanted so much to ram my cock into her but instead I pushed up against her so my cock was just touching her arse cheek – she flinched, then relaxed as I told her she could play with herself if she needed.
"Are you sure?" she asked quietly, focused on the girls in the pool.
"I'll join you if you want?"
With that I went alongside her and began stroking my cock – she watched momentarily then let her right hand drift over her large, pendulous breasts and drift towards her hairy vagina – within seconds we were in tune, gently masturbating, watching Cee, Shy and Pat devour one another – Cee was in control, thrusting forward and backward, making sure she was connecting to Shy and Pat's lapping tongues – their muscles were tense, orgasms imminent – Cee glanced across at Sylvia and I...grinned as I used my free hand to slide it down between Sylvia's bum crack, lingered there, stroking as she pushed against my hand.
Our orgasms were simultaneous – Cee rocked on her knees, her arse clenching against Shy's face, as she pushed Pat's young tongue deeper into her vagina – the women came together as Sylvia, beside me, rocked on her heels, her fingers deep in her hairy pussy. I ejaculated into the air, my sperm dumping into the pool water.
It was Cee who spoke first, somewhat breathless. "I think wine is in order," she mumbled. "Come and join us in the pool, Sylvia..."
On weak knees, I headed to the drinks table and began topping op glasses – over my shoulder I saw that the ladies were settling on the steps, bums in the water, Pat's arm over Shy's shoulders...Cee perched on the side of the pool, legs wide. Sylvia was hesitating.
"In you come Sylvia...Hubby will bring us drinks. Come sit in front of me..."
" Really?? I..umm..."
"Yes, some on Sylvia – I want to hear at least one of your school stories," Shy said. "And don't hold back on the gritty stuff!"
By the time I got the drinks on a tray and headed back to the pool, Sylvia had seated herself on the step, arse in the water, between Cee's legs. I played waiter, my cock at half-mast – Pat smiled at me. Drinks served I found a spot on the side of the pool with a good view of Cee's open legs and Sylvia's heavy bosoms. Shy winked at me.
"...so did you play voyeur in the cloak room then Sylvia?" Shy asked, sipping her wine, her one hand cupping Pat's left tit...
"Sometimes..."
"Just sometimes? How old were the girls? Teens?" Cee prompted.
Sylvia gulped her wine as she watched Shy's fingers tweaking Pat's nipple. "Yes...early teens. Younger. I never touched them though. I just, well, enjoyed all their shapes and sizes, especially when they were in the showers...tight buns, small, budding chests...that sort of thing..."
Cee leant forward a little and rested her hands over Sylvia's shoulders, over her hanging breasts. " Did you ever catch them playing with themselves?" Cee leant forward so that her own breasts were touching Sylvia's naked back.
"...a few times. There were two girls in particular – the first time was late at night and as I was heading to the dorm, I heard a shower running in the cloakroom. I went in very quietly and I could see that there was torchlight in one of the cubicles...it was way past bedtime...when I got closer I saw the two girls...well, they were both naked..."
Cee dropped her fingers over Sylvia's large nipples and caressed them slightly.
"Oh...I'm not sure about this...I mean...Pat..."
"Hush...Pat is enjoying the story, aren't you Pat?"
Pat, nestled against Shy, nodded. "Very much..." she said.
Sylvia took a deep breath as Cee's fingers lingered longer. "...and were kissing each other quite deeply. I stayed in the dark as they began, well, to fondle each other, their hands between their legs...well, the flashlight was on the soap holder and one of the girls knocked it and it shone straight at me..."
Cee's grip on Sylvia's nipples was tightening. Cee shifted a hand and lifted up the weight, the swell of one of Sylvia's breasts. "Don't stop," Cee told Sylvia quietly.
Shy, Pat and I were engrossed as Cee moulded Sylvia's breast with one hand, and vigorously pinched and nipped the nipple of the other. I was stiffening and saw that Pat had sneaked a hand onto Shy's thigh. My God, these women were insatiable.
"...the girls saw me and were horribly frightened so I calmed them down – they had grabbed towels as soon as they saw me...so I spoke with them quietly and told them their secret was safe with me...Oh God that feels good...they...they were very thankful and so I told them to switch the shower off...their towels barely covered their young bums and suddenly I wanted to see more...it was dangerous I know...so I told them to carry on, that I wouldn't tell...if I could watch..."
"Cheeky," Shy said with a smile, glancing at me. Pat's hand was lingering close to Shy's bush.
"Very cheeky," Cee whispered in Sylvia's ear. "Your nipples are huge, Sylvia."
They were – like rifle cartridges – stiff, almost boy- penis like.
"...mmm...I was treading on thin ice but the girls...the girls, so young, they were shy at first so I offered to take off their towels which I did and there they stood...lithe, supple, small breasts and narrow vaginas...they were confused at first so I walked away, back into the dark and I told them not to mind me...and...Oh God...after a minute or two they started kissing and fondling...watching me of course...so delicate, fragile..."
Cee continued manipulating Sylvia's stiff nipples.
"...I told them to sit on the bench and be comfortable. They did, sitting facing me...their tight bottoms were so smooth...God, I'm going to cum!!!"
"Did you fuck them?" Cee asked.
Pat shook her head, her orgasm pending. " No..no...I just watched...I so wanted to, their little tongues, their slits with just a fuzz...oh shit...!"
Sylvia orgasmed in bursts and Cee, behind her, rode her body spasms. Shy and Pat watched in awe, their hands clasped tightly on their thighs.
Sylvia finally caught her breath as she leant back against Cee. "Oh my...I have never, ever orgasmed like that before," she said, her skin blushed.
Cee chuckled. "I'm sure there are more from where that one came from," she said. "Time for a re-fill I think."
"Yes...yes I do need to sit down," Sylvia said with a grin.