Please read the first installment to get the gist of the story.
Lunch at Aunt Sandy's:
The outdoor table was scattered with the remnants of lunch; half-eaten grilled chicken salads, bread crumbs, and condensation dripping down glasses of lemonade. Nicole and Sandy were deep in conversation, laughing about old family stories, while Chase relaxed in his chair, enjoying the warm afternoon sun on the patio.
Talk shifted to Aria, Sandy's 18 year old daughter, who is in Cancun with four of her classmates, celebrating the end of their freshman year. “It's hard, letting her go to a place like that as an adult. Did you know that the legal drinking age there is only eighteen? She even talks to me as an adult. Can you believe it, she tries to give me dating advice? Still, I have her check in with me by phone every night. I know Chase is a few years older, but do you have trouble thinking of him as an adult?” Sandy asked.
Nicole flashed back to last night at the motel. She thought of him above her, driving into her with powerful strokes. “It might be different since he is a guy and much larger than me.” She dodged the question.
Sandy’s phone rang. Glancing at the screen she answered with a cheerful, “Hey, Karen! What's up." The conversation shifted quickly. Karen was the mother of one of the other girls on the Cancun trip. She had been planning to pick the girls up from the airport this evening, but something had come up. Sandy listened sympathetically, nodding along. “Of course, I can handle it. No problem at all… Yes, I’ll see to it they get back to the dorm okay.”
She hung up and set the phone down, a thoughtful smile spreading across her face as she looked at Chase. Her eyes sparkled with an idea that would make everyone very happy.
She said, “Chase, honey, how would you feel about playing chauffeur tonight? Arial would love seeing a familiar face, and it’d give you a chance to spend some time with Aria and her friends. Their ride home from the airport didn't work out. You could surprise them and pick them up yourself.”
Sandy brightened. “Perfect. You can take my Chevy Tahoe. It’ll be a little tight with five girls and all their bags, but it should work. Just be careful, they’re probably still crazy from Cancun.”
Chase pulled the Tahoe into the airport arrivals lane and spotted the group waiting for their ride on the sidewalk. Aria picked out her mother's Tahoe approaching and lit up when she recognized Chase behind the wheel. She said something to the other girls and they let out a delighted squeal, waving and dancing wildly. The five of them looked sun-kissed and radiant: Aria with her blonde hair and tank top, Maya’s petite frame in a crop top and shorts, Sophia’s curvy hips swaying in a sundress, Riley’s athletic body in leggings and a sports bra, and Lena’s tall, elegant figure in a flowing skirt that showed off her long legs.
They swarmed the SUV with excited hugs and chatter, luggage tossed haphazard into the back. The interior quickly filled with the scents of coconut lotion, fruity shampoo, and warm, feminine skin.
“Chase! Our savior,” Aria said, immediately claiming the front seat next to him and squeezing his arm. Lena pushed in next to Aria and closed the door. The remaining three girls piled in the back, giggling and shifting to get comfortable. “It feels great to be back, but Cancun was insane. What a blast!”
“Wanna go to Fiesta Fuego?” Aria turned to the girls in the backseat.
“Yeah!” All the girls called in unison.
The drive to the Mexican restaurant was filled with stories; beaches, clubs, dancing until dawn. Chase could feel the energy rolling off them. At the restaurant, the hostess seated them in a large corner booth. Dim lighting, colorful tiles, and the rich aroma of grilled meats and spices surrounded them. They ordered two massive Molcajetes Mexicanos. Sizzling hot stone bowls loaded with steak, chicken, shrimp, chorizo, peppers, onions, and melted cheese, served with endless warm tortillas.
The girls attacked the food with enthusiasm, moaning appreciatively at every bite. Conversation flowed easily, growing flirtier as the meal progressed.
“We could legally drink tequila down in old Mexico,” Sophia said with a wistful sigh, licking salsa from her lips. “Body shots every night. But here? We’re stuck pretending to be good girls.” Her dark eyes locked onto Chase’s with clear intent.
Lena leaned forward, looking squarely at Chase. “I know where I'd like to lick a shot from.” Chase turned deep pink and the girls laughed at his discomfort.
Riley leaned forward, her freckled cleavage on display. “We were so ready to get fucked in Cancun. Like, seriously planning it. Hot guys everywhere, but nothing ever lined up right. Blue balls for days… well, blue ovaries, I guess.”
Lena laughed, her green eyes sparkled with mischief. “Pent-up doesn’t even cover it. Three days of teasing and no release. I’m surprised we didn’t spontaneously combust.”
Aria’s hand found Chase’s thigh under the table, sliding higher. “Good thing we’ve got you now,” she whispered, voice low and husky. “We’ve been talking about doing something like this the whole flight home.”
The flirting intensified. Touching under the table, hands all over him. Maya, sitting on his other side, leaned in close enough that he could smell her cherry lip gloss. “You’re going to help us work out all this frustration, right, Chase?”
By the time they paid and left, the air between them crackled with anticipation.
Arriving at the dorm, the girls snuck him inside with practiced ease. Most of the students and staff had already fled for summer break. Riley stood lookout while Sophia unlocked the suite door. The moment it clicked shut behind them, the energy shifted from playful to predatory.
“Finally,” Aria breathed, her voice smokey, backing Chase against the wall and kissing him deeply. Her tongue slid against his as her body molded to him. The other girls surrounded them, hands exploring.
“We’ve got something better than restaurant margaritas,” Maya announced, disappearing into a bedroom and returning with a hidden bottle of premium tequila. They took turns sipping straight from the bottle, the warm burn spreading through their bodies and loosening inhibitions further. Clothes stayed on for now. The girls took their time building the heat.
Aria straddled Chase’s lap on the couch, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in his jeans while feeding him a shot of tequila from her mouth. The liquid spilled between their lips, dripping down his chin. She licked it up, sucking on his lower lip. “Mmm. You taste good.”
Sophia knelt beside them, her soft breasts pressing against Chase’s arm. “We’ve been dying for dick,” she murmured, voice thick with need. “Real dick. Not some half-assed vacation hookup that never happened.” Her hand boldly rubbed his cock through his pants. “Feel how hard he is already, girls. He’s going to wreck us tonight.”
They passed the tequila around, each girl taking a turn kissing Chase. Deep, hungry kisses that grew sloppier as the alcohol warmed them. Maya nipped at his neck while Riley straddled one of his thighs, rocking her pussy against the muscle there. Lena stood behind the couch, running her long fingers through his hair and whispering filthy promises. “I want you so deep I feel you for days.”
Hands roamed. Shirts were unbuttoned but not removed. Aria’s tank top came up just enough for Chase to cup her bare breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. She moaned into his mouth. Sophia pulled her sundress straps down, letting her heavy tits spill free. Chase leaned over to suck one dark nipple into his mouth while the girls watched, touching themselves through their clothes.
“Wow, look at him go,” Riley groaned. “I’m so fucking wet already.”
The make-out session stretched luxuriously. They kept him fully dressed while they teased themselves and each other. Maya and Lena made out above him, tongues sliding wetly, hands squeezing breasts. Sophia slipped a hand into Riley's leggings, fingering her as she moaned. All the while Aria continued grinding on her cousin, Chase’s, lap.
Chase’s cock throbbed painfully against his zipper. Every time he tried to escalate, the girls gently pushed his hands back, giggling. “Not yet,” Aria whispered against his lips. “We’ve waited days. You’re going to wait a little longer while we get properly soaked for you.”
“Let's take this to the bedroom.” Aria suggested.
“Maybe we should just spread him out on the table and devour him there.” Sophia giggled.
They moved to the bedroom and pushed the two queen beds together. More tequila shots. Shirts finally came off. Five pairs of beautiful breasts surrounded him: perky C-cups on Aria and Maya, heavy DDs on Sophia, firm handfuls on Riley, and elegant teardrops on Lena. They pressed against him from all sides, nipples brushing his skin as they kissed him and each other.
Chase was allowed to touch now. He fingered two girls at once. Aria and Sophia, while Riley sucked on his neck and Maya had her hand down the waistband of his jeans. The room filled with wet sounds and breathy moans.
“His fingers feel so good,” Sophia gasped. “Thicker than mine. Curl them, yes, right there.”
Aria whimpered, riding his hand. “I’m going to cum on his fingers before he even gets his cock out.”
They finally stripped him. Jeans and boxers hit the floor, releasing his thick, rock-hard cock. The girls cooed and stroked him.
“Fuck, it’s bigger than I imagined,” Lena murmured, wrapping her long fingers around the base.
“Perfect for stretching frustrated college pussy,” Riley added, licking her lips. “I need to get laid.”
The oral worship began slowly. The girls were more hesitant to touch him, now that he was naked. But not Aria. She took him into her warm mouth first, sucking the head with wet, obscene sounds while looking up at him. Emboldened, the other girls began to join in. Maya licked along the shaft. Sophia gently sucked his balls. They rotated, each girl savoring him, sharing sloppy kisses with his cock between their lips. Tequila-flavored tongues danced over every inch.
Chase groaned, hands in their hair. The girls encouraged each other verbally.
“Suck it deeper, Maya. Take him to the back of your throat.”
“Spit on it, Sophia. Get it nice and sloppy for us.”
After nearly twenty minutes of exquisite cock-worship, they finally shed the last of their clothes. Five eager, lithe college girls surrounded him, hormones raging, naked. Chase was a good looking guy and had been with some extraordinary girls, but what he saw now far exceeded his most ambitious wet dream. He looked from one to the other, not sure where to begin.
Aria straddled his face first, lowering her smooth, soaked pussy onto his mouth. “Eat me, Chase. Taste how bad I need this.” He licked her eagerly, tongue plunging inside her sweet folds and flicking her swollen clit. Her taste set his libido on fire, a tangy musk, still carrying a trace of ocean salt from Cancun.
“I want that cock in me first.” Maya mounted him reverse cowgirl, sinking down inch by inch with a long, shuddering moan. “Fuuuuck yes. So thick. Filling me up exactly how I need.” She began riding, ass bouncing, pussy gripping him tightly. “When I get done having my way with you, you won't want any other pussy except mine.”
The other girls didn’t stay idle. Sophia and Riley 69’d noisily beside them, tongues buried in each other’s cunts. Lena knelt next to Aria, sucking her nipples and fingering her own dripping slit while watching Chase devour her friend.
Chase looked around him in amazement. He had never seen so much raw sex in one room in his life.
The rotation was slow and deliberate. Every girl got her turn riding his cock and his face. They talked constantly, filthy, encouraging, desperate.
“Pound her harder, Chase. Make Sophia’s big tits bounce,” Aria urged while fingering Riley.
“Creampie me,” Maya begged, now on her back with her legs over his shoulders. “I’ve wanted a hot load inside me for days.”
He gave it to her, thrusting deep and flooding her spasming pussy. The girls cheered and immediately leaned in to lick up the leaking cum, sharing it in messy kisses.
Chase watched as Lena and Riley lay beside him with a shared smile. They whispered something to each other, then shifted positions, legs intertwining like scissors as they pressed their most intimate places together. Their vulvas met in a slick, heated embrace. They began sliding, back and forth, their slick folds finding a rhythm, seeking friction. It evolved into a circular motion gliding their clits together in mutual pleasure, moaning loudly.
Chase watched transfixed, never having seen girls doing this before. Lena's hips rolled slowly at first, savoring the warm, wet glide of Riley's smooth folds against her own, their sensitive inner lips kissing and caressing with every deliberate movement. Riley arched in response, gasping as the pressure intensified, their shared moisture easing the delicious friction while their clits brushed and pulsed together. The sensation was deeply connective, raw, sensual, and intensely personal. They could feel each other's arousal directly as they moved faster, becoming frantic and disorganized. Their breaths mingled, gasps and moans until waves of pleasure carried them both over the edge in shuddering harmony.
They all fucked for hours. Bodies blurred together in a sweaty, moaning tangle. They tried doggy, missionary, cowgirl, spooning, you name it. The girls looked like virtual gymnasts. The girls played with each other when they weren't having sex with Chase: tribbing, fingering, eating each other out while waiting their turn or while Chase was balls-deep in one of them. Lena wanted it rough; Chase pinned her wrists and slammed into her until she screamed in orgasm. Riley loved being spanked. Sophia craved having her tits sucked hard while he fucked her.
Chase lost track of how many times he came. He came deep inside pussies, across tits, down throats. The girls orgasmed repeatedly, helping each other through multiple peaks with fingers and tongues.
By the end, the beds were soaked. Cum leaked from well-fucked pussies. Skin glistened with sweat. The air was thick with the scent of sex and tequila.
Chase lay exhausted in the middle, breathing hard, muscles trembling. The girls curled around him, kissing him softly, whispering thanks and promises of future visits.
They showered, three at a time, hands and lather everywhere.
Aria helped Chase to dress. They slipped out quietly, driving back to Sandy’s house in comfortable silence, her hand resting high on his thigh the whole way.
When they crept inside, the house was dark. Chase collapsed into the guest bed, body spent and mind replaying every explicit, delicious detail.
Saturday Morning:
Nicole and Sandy sat enjoying the last of their omelets. Chase and Aria had not made their appearance from bed, yet.
“Chase did all the driving yesterday. Plus the girls kept him up late last night. He's probably exhausted this morning.” Nicole allowed.
“And who knows what Aria and the girls got up to in Cancun. I shudder to think of it.”
“On a different subject, you look like you are really holding up good sis. Who's the guy? Come on, you've been holding out on me.” Sandy asked with a wry grin.
“What do you mean? What guy?” Nicole asked, confused.
“Oh, come on Nic. You walk around like your head is in the clouds. I could swear you have that freshly fucked glow about you.”
Nicole blushed and looked away, not sure what to say.
“You mean to tell me you're not seeing anyone?” Sandy asked, seeing her sister's blank look. Her embarrassment and the way she avoided eye contact, something had to be going on.
“Nope. No one new” she answered, still avoiding eye contact. “What's on the agenda for today?” Nicole asked, hoping to find a topic less fraught.
“Is there anything around here that interests you?”
“How far is it to the wine country? I hear that can be fun.”
“Oh yeah.” Sandy said, excitement creeping into her voice. “It's about an hour and a half to Pahrump. Never been there myself, but I hear good things about it. What about Chase and Aria? You think they would be interested?”
“Chase is more of a beer guy. He can be our designated driver.” Nicole suggested.
“And Aria will be content if we slip her a glass, now and then.” Sandy offered. “But we should leave soon if we are going to go.”
Aria is delighted at the prospect of a trip to Pahrump, if Chase is going. And Chase grudgingly submitted to be the chauffeur. The drive to the desert seemed interesting to him. Aria and Chase ride in the front of the Tahoe and get along familiarly. Aria acts flirty and frequently touches Chase as they visit. Nicole has to push down feelings of jealousy as she watches Aria interacting with Chase. But they are cousins, so it makes no sense to be jealous. She is relieved that she feels no awkwardness between her and Chase, after what they had done together. Maybe Chase is right; maybe it isn't a big deal.
The winery is delightful, styled to look Italian like they are in Tuscany. The mountains off in the distance complete the illusion. Live music drifts on the air as the four of them relax in the outdoor seating. Table umbrellas shield the four of them from the brilliant desert sun.
After lingering over the last pours at the first winery, they piled back into the Tahoe to find the next winery. The air was thick with laughter and the haze of wine. The ladies were deliciously loose now; cheeks flushed, bodies relaxed and languid, their voices a playful tangle as they settled into the seats. Chase felt the heat radiating off Aria’s thigh pressed against his as he pulled onto the highway, the afternoon sun warming the interior and loosening inhibitions even further.
A few miles down the road, Aria suddenly leaned forward, her breasts brushing his shoulder as she pointed. “No way… Sheri’s Ranch? Is that what I think it is?”
“You want a pony ride?” Chase says, innocently.
“More like a stallion.” Sandy says, under her breath, followed by a giggle. “It's a legal brothel. A house of ill repute. A cathouse.”
“Let's go check it out!” Aria said, turning around to face her mother in the back seat. “It'll be fun! We can just go inside and buy a drink and look around. This is an amazing opportunity to see a real legal brothel.”
“No!” Nicole objected. “We are not going inside a whorehouse.”
No one said anything. Sandy just looked at Nicole and smiled. Aria smiled at Nicole with a look that says, “you know you want to.” Chase put on his turn signal. Nicole wilted a little under the gaze of her sister and niece. Chase slowed to make the turn without a word. As they turned into the rickety little road leading to the brothel, Sandy said, “it might be fun to get a drink and sit by the pool.” Nicole didn't have anything more to say, but she didn’t look happy about it.
The sign out front promised “Free Tours” and “Ladies Welcome.” The building itself was far less seedy than Nicole had expected. It felt almost upscale, like a resort tucked away in the desert, not gaudy like a strip club. That made stepping inside seem a little less daunting.
There were just a few cars in the parking lot. A couple of pickups, a semi truck and a few nice cars. They got out into the bright sunlight and hesitantly made their way to the front door, unsure what to expect inside. Chase opened the front door and they all craned their necks, anxious about what they might find. Aria was the first inside, followed by Sandy. Nicole, being more hesitant, was the last of the girls. The wine they had been drinking undoubtedly fueled some of their courage.
The lights inside were subdued and they could see very little, coming in from the brilliant outdoors. They were greeted by cool air conditioning and a pleasant, older woman. She asked if this was our first time visiting Sheri's Ranch? Was this the “madam” they whispered among themselves? Maybe Sheri herself?
The “madam” or whoever she was, summoned Jade, one of their courtesans, for a guided tour. Now that their eyes were becoming more accustomed to the dim lighting, they looked around with interest. Soft, calming music emanated from speakers in the ceiling, and a few people could be seen sitting at the bar, but it felt like a slow day at the ranch.
Jade, a stunning courtesan of Sheri’s Ranch, moved with confidence as she guided us through the opulent bar room. She wore a fitted western shirt, the buttons opened down to below her bust, the tails tied off in a neat knot that drew the eye to her waist. She had that sun-warmed, cowgirl kind of confidence. She was sultry yet practical, flirtatious, and all her own. She also sported denim cutoffs sitting low on the hips, the frayed hem drew attention to her long, toned legs. A straw cowboy hat, cocked at a jaunty angle, covered long blonde tresses. She wore a warm, flirtatious smile that made the tour feel personal and inviting.
Jade's voice was smooth and teasing as she led us through the lounge area, where soft lighting glowed over leather couches and the faint scent of perfume, whiskey, and desire hung in the air. She pointed out cozy corners where guests often go to get acquainted with the ladies, before going back to a private room. Her own presence was a living example of the ranch’s promise of unforgettable company.
We followed the staccato sound of her high heeled cowboy boots on the polished hardwood floors, drawing our attention to her swaying hips like the unhurried beating of a heart. She showed us the luxurious themed private suites; rooms with silk sheets, mirrored ceilings, oversized beds, and private Jacuzzis designed for pleasure. She described the experiences available with a playful wink and professional charm that left little to the imagination.
Jade concluded the tour outside in the manicured grounds, pointing out the equestrian area and the shaded gardens, her laughter light and seductive as she fielded questions and shared stories about life as one of Sheri’s courtesans. As we walked along the winding paths outside, the warm desert breeze brushed against skin, carrying hints of sagebrush and sunscreen. The atmosphere hummed with possibility. Every glance from Jade carried an undercurrent of invitation, making the luxury feel intimately connected to the sensual services the ranch was famous for.
They arrived at the sparkling pool oasis, where turquoise water glittered invitingly beneath the clear desert sky, surrounded by wide, cushioned lounge chairs and private cabanas perfect for unwinding… or more. Jade turned to face the group, her eyes sparkling with hospitality and a hint of mischief. “And this is our beautiful pool area, the perfect place to relax and let the day heat up. Why don’t you all get comfortable by the water? I’d be happy to slip over to the bar and bring back whatever drinks you’d like. Just say the word and I’ll take care of you.”
We made ourselves comfortable on the lounge chairs and Jade soon returned with our drinks. Cocktails for Nicole and Sandy, iced tea for Aria and Chase. “I wish we had thought to bring swim suits,” Aria pined.
Jade laughed, “Who needs swim suits here?” Thus saying, she peeled out of her clothes, shook out her long hair, and gracefully dove into the pool, completely nude. We were all stunned.
Aria was the first to recover. Without looking around, she stripped down, revealing her all-over tan and followed Jade into the refreshing water with a splash. The others were stunned at first, but Sandy was quick to recover, slipping out of her clothes and joining the others in the pool. There was a bit of hesitation, then Nicole looked to Chase as if to find courage. She stood, heart hammering, tore her clothes off and jumped in behind the other girls. She felt exposed but strangely powerful.
At first, Chase sat there stunned, the sight of four beautiful women stripping naked before him was breathtaking. Then he stood and left his own clothes in a pile on the ground, walked to the pool, keeping one eye on the naked women cavorting. But rather than dive in, head first, he walked to the ladder and climbed in more cautiously. He waded out into the deeper water, then spun around as someone pinched him on the ass. Then one of the women playfully tugged at his penis and darted away.
Whirling around again, he dove under water to try and find the femme fatale responsible. There was splashing and teasing. Every time Chase dove underwater there was another beautiful naked lady before him. They played “tag’, playfully dunked and splashed one another, and burnt off a lot of energy. They played “chicken” involving teams with two people per team. One player riding on the shoulders of their teammate, the goal being to knock the other team off balance, often resulting in one or both players falling into the water. Having a naked woman, riding on his shoulders competing against two other naked women, is something Chase will not soon forget.
The women all ended up in the shallow end of the pool, standing in a circle and panting. They were unselfconscious, hands on their hips, laughing and teasing. Their nipples pointing outward, water beading on their skin. Chase joined them last, and he allowed personal space between him and the ladies.
Aria drifted a little nearer to Chase while laughing at something Sandy said. As she turned, the slick side of her breast brushed lightly against his arm. It was an innocent collision that neither of them immediately pulled away from. Nicole moved up beside Chase to reply to something Aria had said. She rested a hand on his shoulder, her hip nestling against his. It would have been natural for a mother and son, if they were not naked. Sandy, still giggling, reached out to steady herself on his other shoulder as a small wave moved through the pool, her fingers lingering a heartbeat longer than necessary. The touches felt almost accidental at first, born from the natural closeness and gentle sway of the water, yet each one left a quiet spark in its wake. Their laughter softened as the space between their wet bodies grew smaller, the playful energy slowly shifting into something warmer and more charged. They all felt it, but had no idea where it might be taking them.
Jade watched with professional interest, not sure of the relationships, but sensing chemistry and money. She moved up closer to the group, “You all look like you’re having fun,” she said warmly, her voice low and inviting. “The water feels nice, but if you’d like a little more privacy to… explore where this is going, we have some beautiful cabanas right here by the pool. They’re very comfortable, completely private, and stocked with everything you might need.”
Jade let her gaze drift slowly over each of them, warm and professional, yet unmistakably seductive. “I’d be happy to join you and assist in any way you’d like,” she added with a smile. “Drinks, towels, massage… or anything else that feels good. We can do anything you like, between any of us,” she said with a knowing twinkle in her eye. “The only rules are that Chase has to wear a condom. But no pressure at all, just whatever you’re in the mood for.”
The pool suddenly went quiet. The tension was palpable. At first, Jade was afraid that she had moved too far, too fast. But the wheels were turning. She could see they were looking at each other, each one wanting it, but seeking the approval of the others. Aria appeared eager, just waiting for the okay from the others. Sandy looked at Nicole, knowing that she would be more reluctant, biting her bottom lip. “You want to?” Sandy ventured.
Nicole wondered if this might be a chance to be with Chase again, something she desperately wanted. But her eyes went to Aria, afraid that he might end up with her. She was younger and prettier. But when she looked at Chase, he was looking at her, and not at Aria. Not only that, but he looked hungry. “I’ll do it if the rest of you want to.”
“Aria?” Sandy asked.
She had made out with other girls before, but never older women. Never in a hundred years had she fantasized about being with her mom and her aunt, but she was so aroused, and Jade would be there to help them. And of course there was Chase. That sealed the deal for her. “Hell yeah.” She said, "Let's do it!”
Jade grinned, relieved. Nicole asked, “Chase? What do you want to do?”
Everyone looked at Chase, who already had his hand under the water, gripping his cock. “Ugh, yeah. That is if the rest of you want to do it?”
Without another word, Aria took Chase by the arm, heading for the pool ladder. They all moved to go to the cabana. A pang of jealousy stung Nicole, and she hurried to catch up to Chase.
The private cabana was only a few steps away; a luxurious, semi-enclosed oasis framed by heavy white curtains that Jade drew closed behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Inside, it felt warm and intimate. There was a fridge, a sink, a blanket and towel warmer, a table with a bowl of fresh fruit, and cut flowers in a vase, several bottles of lube and a bowl full of condoms. A large, padded daybed dominated the space, covered in soft towels and plush cushions. Warm ambient lighting glowed from hidden fixtures, and a gentle desert breeze drifted through the open sides, carrying the faint scent of sandalwood and sagebrush.
Once inside, Jade moved with effortless grace, gently guiding the group. “Make yourselves comfortable,” she purred, her voice low and soothing. Their skin was still wet and slick from the pool, the faint scent of chlorine clinging to them. Jade took the hand of Aria and Chase, drawing them both down onto the wide daybed first. “No rush… just enjoy each other.”
Aria turned to Chase immediately, her damp naked body pressing flush against his as their mouths met in a hungry kiss. Jade smiled approvingly and knelt beside them, one hand lightly stroking Aria’s back while the other rested on Chase’s thigh. “That’s it… nice and slow,” she coached, her voice low.
Nicole slid in on Chase’s other side, pressing her body against his. As he turned to see who was snuggling against him, Nicole took his face between her hands so she could claim his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
Seeing Chase had turned his attention to Nicole, Jade prompted Sandy to make out with Aria. She hesitated for only a moment before leaning in to kiss Aria. Her kisses were light and chaste at first, then bolder as Jade’s gentle hand guided her closer, pressing them together. Soft sighs and the wet sounds of kissing filled the cabana as hands began to wander. Jade moved between them like a conductor, offering quiet encouragement with her touch and voice. She brushed a strand of wet hair from Nicole’s face, guided Sandy’s hand to Chase’s chest, then leaned in to place a slow, sensual kiss on Aria’s neck.
Sandy shifted lower, trailing kisses from Aria’s mouth down to her glistening breasts. She kissed the valley between them before taking a stiff nipple into her mouth. Aria gasped sharply, her back arching. Her hand slid between her mother’s thighs, and Sandy parted them without hesitation. Aria found her mother’s folds already slick with arousal. Sandy moved between her breasts, kissing and sucking. She began feather-light, then more insistent. Soft moans and breathy gasps filled the air.
Chase rolled Nicole onto her back and knelt between her thighs. He kissed his way up her inner thighs, licking and teasing, before blowing a warm stream of air across her exposed slit. He watched as she opened for him like a flower opening from a bud. A hand stroked his swollen cock, and he looked down to see Jade smoothly rolling a fresh condom down his length.
Alternating between kissing Aria’s mouth and sucking her nipples Aria groaned with pleasure and growing lust. She slipped first one finger, then two, into her mother’s soaked pussy. Stroking in and out, she first turned her hand palm up, then palm down, occasionally curling her fingers to stroke the sensitive front wall. Sandy’s breathing turned into uneven, shuddering gasps.
Nicole pulled Chase’s face down to hers, kissing him deeply and tasting herself on his tongue. Their chests pressed together, his hard, muscled body against her soft breasts, as he settled between her thighs. His cock found her entrance and sank slowly into her warm, welcoming depths. Forehead to forehead, they moved together in a slow, steady rhythm.
Lying beside them, Sandy watched her sister and Chase through heavy-lidded eyes. The realization hit her… this wasn’t their first time. They had done this before. It wasn't something that she could know for sure, but she just knew. The thought sent a strange thrill through her. Why should that turn her on so? She watched Chase, plunging into and out of her sister. She couldn’t help, imagining what it would feel like to feel his weight upon her. The feel of his hard, masculine body. That sizable cock would stretch her as she had not been stretched in a while. She knew she could make him moan and moan until he shot his thick cum, deep inside her.
While Sandy's mind ran amok, Aria lowered her mouth to Sandy’s clit, licking and sucking, her fingers still continued their steady thrust. Sandy’s hips began to buck. She gripped Aria’s head, thighs trembling, her back arched off the daybed. Her orgasm was only a few strokes away.
The intensity of Chase’s thrusts increased. Nicole met every stroke, their bodies slapping wetly together. Hearing her sister’s orgasm and Chase’s ragged breathing pushed Nicole over the edge. She cried out, clenching tightly around him. Chase groaned deeply and followed right behind her, pulsing hard inside the condom.
Just as Sandy was on the brink of her orgasm, Aria's movements slowed until she came to a standstill. Sandy could sense her distraction. Aria's head was raised, her gaze fixed on Chase and Nicole. She and Aria knelt side by side on the large daybed, watching intently as Chase and Nicole slowly came down from their orgasms. When Chase finally flopped onto his back beside his mother, chest heaving, Jade quietly handed warm, damp towels to each of them. They wiped the sweat and slickness from their skin in comfortable silence.
Aria couldn’t tear her eyes away from Chase. The realization that he had just fucked his own mother and how perfectly in sync they had been sent a deep, throbbing ache through her core.
Sandy noticed the raw hunger in her daughter’s expression and leaned in to kiss her softly on the cheek. “You haven’t come yet, have you, baby?”
“Not yet,” Aria whispered, her voice husky. “But I’m about to fix that.”
Remembering the stamina Chase had exhibited the night before in the dorm, she crawled over to him with the fluid ease of a predator. He lay there catching his breath, eyes half-lidded. Aria carefully peeled the used condom off his softening cock, then lowered her mouth to him. She ran her tongue slowly from base to tip, savoring the taste of his seed, still clinging to his cock. Chase groaned low in his throat as he began to swell again under her warm, wet attention.
“You taste so fucking good,” she murmured before wrapping her lips around him. She took her time, sucking him gently, lovingly, feeling him grow thicker and harder in her mouth. With its angry veins standing out, it had the appearance of being rough. But nothing could be farther from the truth. She marveled how velvety-smooth and slick that his dick felt in her mouth.
Chase’s fingers slid into Aria's hair as he watched her with heavy eyes and a lazy, affectionate smile. When he became too big for her to accommodate completely in her mouth, Aria wrapped both hands around the thick shaft, stroking him with long, twisting motions while her tongue swirled around the sensitive head.
Sandy watched Aria in amazement. They were cousins, for god’s sake. She acts like she is about to fuck him. She wouldn't do that… would she?
Jade smiled warmly and prepared a fresh condom. Aria rolled it down his impressive length with deliberate care, then rose up on her knees. Straddling his hips, she locked eyes with him as she rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her dripping slit, coating him in her juices. Slowly, inch by inch, she sank down onto him to the hilt.
A long, shared moan escaped them both as her tight, velvety heat enveloped him completely. Aria stilled fully seated for a moment, breathing through the delicious stretch, feeling every thick inch of him pulsing inside her.
Meanwhile, Jade touched Sandy’s and Nicole’s shoulders gently. “Let’s give these two a little privacy,” she whispered with a knowing smile. “There’s a beautiful private hot tub just outside the cabana.”
Nicole and Sandy exchanged a quick glance, then nodded. The three women slipped off the daybed, still gloriously naked, and disappeared through a side opening in the curtains toward the steaming hot tub, leaving Aria and Chase alone in the softly lit space.
Sandy walked to the hot tub in a fog. She could hardly believe what was happening. Aria and Chase making love? But why not? Chase fucks his mom, and she herself made out with her own daughter? I guess that I'm the only one around here who hasn't fucked Chase yet.
Back in the cabana, Aria braced her hands on Chase’s chest and began to move. She rolled her hips in long, sensual strokes, just like the swells of the ocean. She rose off of him until just the head of his cock remained inside her, then sinking back down slowly, taking every inch. She felt his full scrotum pressing into her ass, and heard the wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy sliding up and down in the cabana.
“You feel just amazing inside of me,” she breathed, eyes half-closed in pleasure. Chase’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he looked up at her with raw intensity. Their gazes stayed locked, something unspoken passing between them as she rode him. The emotional weight of what they were doing only made it hotter.
Aria leaned forward, letting her full breasts brush against his chest. She kissed him deeply, passionately, as her hips continued their slow, grinding rhythm. Every downward stroke dragged her swollen clit against his pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. Chase groaned into her mouth, thrusting up to meet her, filling her completely with every smooth stroke.
“Chase…” she whimpered against his lips, her voice trembling with building pleasure. “I’m so wet for you right now… I feel so loved when we are together like this.”
He sat up slightly, wrapping his arms around her so they were chest to chest, mouth to mouth, eye to eye… peering right into each other’s souls as they fucked. “You complete me, Aria. Please. Don’t ever let go of me.”
In this new position, every roll of her hips ground him against that perfect spot deep inside her. Their pace remained unhurried, intimate, tender. At the same time the wet sounds of their fucking were not diminished.
Chase groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “Fuck, Aria… you feel incredible,” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure. Because he had already come once, there was no desperate urgency in him. He could simply savor every tight, silky stroke, every flutter of her walls around him. He let her set the pace, content to enjoy the slow, intimate fuck.
“You’re so deep like this,” she breathed against his mouth, eyes heavy with lust. “I can feel every inch of you… stretching me so perfectly.”
Chase slid his hands up her back and into her hair, holding her close as they moved together. The knowledge that they were cousins… that their mothers were sisters currently relaxing just outside in the hot tub, only added a forbidden thrill to every thrust. Yet in this moment it felt strangely right, intensely intimate.
Chase’s gaze stayed locked on hers, dark with desire. “Take what you need,” he said softly, his voice encouraging. “I’m not going anywhere. I already came once… I can stay hard for you as long as you need.”
That reassurance seemed to unlock something in her. Aria’s movements grew a little faster, more purposeful. Her breathing turned ragged as she rode him harder. The pressure inside her kept building; tight, hot, and relentless.
“Oh Chase…” she moaned, her voice breaking. Her thighs began to tremble. She leaned forward again, pressing her forehead to his as her hips moved frantically. Her voice rose, at least half an octave higher, “I’m so close… don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, thrusting up to meet her now, driving his cock deep with every stroke.
Aria’s moans grew louder, sharper. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him as the orgasm finally crashed over her. Aria’s orgasm rolled through her in long, powerful waves. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around Chase’s thick cock as she rode out every last pulse of pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably on top of him. She finally collapsed forward, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing hard against his skin.
Chase wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. His hands stroked slowly up and down her back as their heartbeats gradually slowed together. They remained, joined together for a long time, his softening cock still nestled inside her warmth. Neither spoke. The only sounds were their quiet breathing and the faint rustle of the desert breeze outside the cabana.
Aria pressed a lazy kiss to his neck, then his jaw, feeling his masculine stubble before finally lifting her head to look at him. A languid smile curved her lips. Chase brushed damp strands of hair from her face, his eyes warm and tender. They shared one more slow, gentle kiss, intimate and unhurried. Then he carefully slipped out of her. Aria let out a reluctant sigh at the loss, then rolled off him and curled against his side.
Exhausted and glowing, they tangled together on the soft cushions. Chase pulled a light sheet over their naked bodies as Aria rested her head on his chest, one leg draped possessively over his. Within minutes, both of them drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, bodies still flushed and glistening.
A short while later, the curtains parted soundlessly. Nicole, Sandy, and Jade stepped back into the cabana, their skin flushed and slightly damp from the hot tub. They paused at the sight before them. Chase and Aria were fast asleep, Aria’s head on his chest. The air still carried the rich, musky scent of sex.
Sandy’s expression softened with a mixture of surprise and affection as she looked at her daughter sleeping so peacefully with her nephew. Nicole stood beside her, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. It was not hard to push down the feeling of jealousy. Chase had chosen to take her first. Jade simply watched with professional satisfaction, pleased that her guests were relaxed and clearly enjoying themselves.
“They’re beautiful together,” Jade whispered softly, not wanting to wake them. “Why don’t we let them rest for a while?”
The three women exchanged glances, then quietly moved to the other side of the large daybed. They slipped under the sheets, curling up close to the sleeping pair. The cabana fell into a comfortable, contented silence, the five of them resting together in the soft, golden light.
Sandy, the last to crawl into the daybed, felt like she was just outside the inner circle in more ways than one. She rolled on her back, watching the ceiling fan above making lazy circles, feeling left out, marginalized. While the others lay, napping contentedly, she felt unsettled. There was a feeling of congestion in her loins, but all that she could do for the time being was to push it down.
Author's update:
I have part 3, already about half written. There will be a surprising turn of events and some huge emotions. There will also be lots of longing and hot sex... so stay tuned.
Thank you for all the kind encouragement and story line suggestions. It would mean the world to me if you would let me know what your favorite part is and any writing tips and suggestions. Your responses are the small payment that I need to keep producing stories for you.
I have always been fascinated with orgies. Does anyone remember Tom Cruise in Eyes Wide Shut? But it is exceedingly hard to do in print. If you move from person to person, it's hard to keep track of where you are. If you focus on individual experiences, then it doesn't feel like an orgy. Please let me know how I did with the orgy in this story. Does it work for you or is it too chaotic?