frolicked in the small hot tub with the honeymoon couples that were occupying the two new bungalows that had just been completed. They were the first of the dozen or so that he and Debbie had planned for the budding honeymoon resort.
He sighed. Life was busy these days. Debbie’s crack whore of a mother was holding up the divorce, and even though Brody was certain he would get what he wanted when the case came to court, Alice was fighting back desperately…she knew he had cashed in his 401K and sold the house, and she wanted as much of the money as she could get. In the meantime, he and Debbie were building the resort a piece at a time. The bungalows were spectacular, private, offered easy access to the beach, and were surrounded by glorious year round blossoming flowers and plants. Brody had planted and planned, making the best possible use of the twelve acres. The bungalows would not be physically isolated, but the plants, shrubs, and topiary made them seem miles from anywhere.
Debbie had blossomed like the plants had, and she adored walking around in nothing at all or in just the brightly printed cottons sarongs that she tied low on her slim seductive hips. The smooth deep tan that now covered her entire body was spectacularly attractive. Brody smiled to himself. The nights were the best. At the end of the long tiring days of honest hard work, Debbie came to him willingly, with desire and love in her eyes, and lust in her nubile body. Brody had never felt more a man.
She didn’t stop with making his nights a paradise though, Debbie was a perpetually horny young woman and she loved for him to watch her as much as she liked fucking him. Debbie wore as little as she could get away with, judging her dress by the way the guests dressed. The first two couples had only been here for a day and a half, and she had the women running around in the sarongs…or nothing at all.
That first night Debbie had led him to the waterfall, and they had stopped at Brody’s spying place before approaching the pool. One of the couples was already in the pleasant water. Debbie had touched her finger to Brody’s lips and mouthed the word ‘hush.’ She had taken her sarong and tied it low on her hips, so low that it was easy to tell that she shaved the platinum blonde hair of her pussy. With a seductive roll of her hips and a fresh blossom tucked behind her ear she had walked to the edge of the pool and stood with her hip cocked, a long slender leg exposed by the edges of the sarong where they joined. Her small tanned breasts thrust challengingly forward, she asked them in a husky voice if there was anything they wanted. The handsome young groom did his best to hide the lust that he felt as soon as he saw Debbie, but the young bride was under no constraints at all.
The bride, whose name was Connie and whose build was much the same as Debbie’s, raised her hands above and behind her and untied the tiny flowered bikini top she wore and tossed it deliberately on the stone patio surrounding the pool. Connie held out her arms to Debbie wordlessly, and Debbie untied the knot at her hip. Naked, Debbie had waded into the pool and into Connie’s arms. As she trembled in Connie’s arms, Debbie had glanced over at her daddy and was ecstatic to see that he was watching as Connie fingered her and sucked at her breasts. She turned her attention to Connie and gave as good as she got.
Brody watched in rapt fascination as the two women kissed and made love…and when the new groom stepped behind Debbie and moved his swollen cock to the entrance of her pussy, Brody’s cock hardened even more. He could hear Debbie and Connie egging the young groom on, and it heightened his voyeuristic experience…it was almost as if it had been scripted just to entertain him.
“Oh god yes Todd,” Debbie wailed, “stick that hard cock inside me, I want to feel it inside me.”
“Shit this is making
He sighed. Life was busy these days. Debbie’s crack whore of a mother was holding up the divorce, and even though Brody was certain he would get what he wanted when the case came to court, Alice was fighting back desperately…she knew he had cashed in his 401K and sold the house, and she wanted as much of the money as she could get. In the meantime, he and Debbie were building the resort a piece at a time. The bungalows were spectacular, private, offered easy access to the beach, and were surrounded by glorious year round blossoming flowers and plants. Brody had planted and planned, making the best possible use of the twelve acres. The bungalows would not be physically isolated, but the plants, shrubs, and topiary made them seem miles from anywhere.
Debbie had blossomed like the plants had, and she adored walking around in nothing at all or in just the brightly printed cottons sarongs that she tied low on her slim seductive hips. The smooth deep tan that now covered her entire body was spectacularly attractive. Brody smiled to himself. The nights were the best. At the end of the long tiring days of honest hard work, Debbie came to him willingly, with desire and love in her eyes, and lust in her nubile body. Brody had never felt more a man.
She didn’t stop with making his nights a paradise though, Debbie was a perpetually horny young woman and she loved for him to watch her as much as she liked fucking him. Debbie wore as little as she could get away with, judging her dress by the way the guests dressed. The first two couples had only been here for a day and a half, and she had the women running around in the sarongs…or nothing at all.
That first night Debbie had led him to the waterfall, and they had stopped at Brody’s spying place before approaching the pool. One of the couples was already in the pleasant water. Debbie had touched her finger to Brody’s lips and mouthed the word ‘hush.’ She had taken her sarong and tied it low on her hips, so low that it was easy to tell that she shaved the platinum blonde hair of her pussy. With a seductive roll of her hips and a fresh blossom tucked behind her ear she had walked to the edge of the pool and stood with her hip cocked, a long slender leg exposed by the edges of the sarong where they joined. Her small tanned breasts thrust challengingly forward, she asked them in a husky voice if there was anything they wanted. The handsome young groom did his best to hide the lust that he felt as soon as he saw Debbie, but the young bride was under no constraints at all.
The bride, whose name was Connie and whose build was much the same as Debbie’s, raised her hands above and behind her and untied the tiny flowered bikini top she wore and tossed it deliberately on the stone patio surrounding the pool. Connie held out her arms to Debbie wordlessly, and Debbie untied the knot at her hip. Naked, Debbie had waded into the pool and into Connie’s arms. As she trembled in Connie’s arms, Debbie had glanced over at her daddy and was ecstatic to see that he was watching as Connie fingered her and sucked at her breasts. She turned her attention to Connie and gave as good as she got.
Brody watched in rapt fascination as the two women kissed and made love…and when the new groom stepped behind Debbie and moved his swollen cock to the entrance of her pussy, Brody’s cock hardened even more. He could hear Debbie and Connie egging the young groom on, and it heightened his voyeuristic experience…it was almost as if it had been scripted just to entertain him.
“Oh god yes Todd,” Debbie wailed, “stick that hard cock inside me, I want to feel it inside me.”
“Shit this is making
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