Fiji Baby

"I can love you both, Lucy," I said. Her face broke into a huge, happy smile, a nervous laugh popping out. We kissed again, and again, and again. God, she tasted so sweet. Was that all she wanted to hear? I thought, this feels too easy. Our tongues intertwined over and under as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I twirled my fingers into her soft hair, then kissed down her throat to nibble lightly at her neck. She shivered and gasped softly.

"Can we start now, then?" she said, moaning a little. I paused to look up and meet her eyes.

"Should I wake Becca?" I offered.

"No," she said, shaking her head with a mischievous smile, "Just this once, let me be selfish."

I wondered if my wife would have something to say about this later. But alright, I thought, if she wants my full attention, she's had it since Auckland! I kissed her again, pulling her close and letting her strong legs wrap around my middle as I stood. My fingers deftly slipped the bow from behind her back as I moved. Becca's huge white towel was still spread on the sand where she'd been sitting earlier, and I knelt to lay Lucy down upon it, my hand behind her head, our lips never parting. She helped me, pulling away her top and letting her soft mounds spread evenly on her chest. My mouth moved down between them, my hands cupping each in turn to bring her nipples to my mouth as I hovered above her.

"God, don't ever change," she said breathlessly as she ran her hands over the bunched muscles in my shoulders. The skin of her belly was impossibly soft, her natural scent intoxicating in a way I'd learned to love, as it was the same in her younger sister. I was glad of my recent shave as I reveled in her flesh, my hands sliding down her toned sides, scooping behind the small of her back as I kissed lower. She giggled at the way I pulled the bows of her bikini with my teeth, her fingers scratching lightly at my hair. Her legs spread invitingly at the lightest touch to her inner thigh, but I proceeded to tease, kissing close to her covered sex, feeling her heat, then nibbling away down her leg. She moaned softly.

"You're so spoiling me," she laughed, "I've had this dream every night for three years!"

"Only doing what comes natural, Lucy," I murmured, pulling away the skimpy white triangle that hid her treasure. I ran my palm down over her swollen mound, then held my arm firm and let her push her heat against it with a whimper. So smooth!

"Wow," I said breathlessly, running my fingers lightly over her outer lips.

"I hope you like it. I did it for you," she said, blushing slightly. I looked up questioningly as I petted her more insistently.

"Mmmm...." she moaned momentarily, "It cost me a fortune, and I had to go like sixteen times. Was it worth it?"

"Every damn penny if it cost a million" I said wetly, breathing close on her pussy. She moaned again, clutching her hands over her breasts as she tilted her hips for me, begging for more attention. And attention she would receive. Becca waxed, and she was good at it, but this was something different all together. Not a hair could be found, nor a spot, nor a single stick of stubble. She was as bare as the day she was born, but oh! So much a woman! I slid my hands down the backs of her silky thighs and pushed her hips back further, suddenly delving in to follow the path of Becca from the previous night.

"Uhhhh! Peter, oh! My God!" she moaned, shuddering from head to toe at the long lick. My mouth watered at her taste and scent, my wide tongue splitting her wet petals and sliding over her button. I licked her again, and again, feeding off of her cries of pleasure, the way she pulled at the towel, the way her fingers twisted into my hair, the way she pushed and ground her hips in tight circles against my mouth...

I delved my tongue inside of her with reckless abandon, my hands holding her hips and ass as she gasped and moaned her appreciation. I licked her back, forth, over and under and in every conceivable pattern as I quickly re-learned her unique geography.

"Nnnngg! Peter, what!...how do you know all my secrets?" she moaned, her hips twisting as I buzzed the tip of my tongue under her clit. I wanted to respond, but didn't want to stop. Her legs tensed and flexed, her hips now pushing more rhythmically as I ratcheted her orgasm higher and higher with every twirl of my tongue.

"Oh! Oh, Peter, stop! I...I can't breath!" she squealed, twisting her body on the towel, her legs clutching my head as I licked her right over the edge. Her sweet little body tensed from head to toe as her breath left her completely, only to be regained in a huge gasp as she insistently pushed me away from her over-sensitive pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh my fucking God!" she gasped over and over. I released her, kissing lazily down across her mound, belly, and thighs as her breasts heaved rapidly. "Never! I've never...goddammit I can't even talk!" she laughed. I moved up, crawling over her belly and suspending myself above her on my elbows as I grinned at her loss of control. There are a few things I do well. There were tears in her beautiful green eyes again, but thankfully a different kind. They sparkled as she looked up at me, suddenly pushing herself up from the towel to kiss me roughly. I fell back to the towel with her, pressing my bare chest against those huge, perfect tits. Her nipples were like two hard points against my pecs. She squeezed me with her knees as I lay between her legs, pressing my weight comfortably against her as she held my head in her hands. She started to squirm, trying to push an arm between us. I can take a hint.

I pulled away to sit back on my heels, the sarong easily shed from the tucked folds at my waist. I was already painfully hard, and the look on Lucy's face as I sprang into view was priceless. I've never known a girl to really get turned on by the sight of a man's cock, but I guess Lucy was an exception! She was positively hyperventilating with excitement as I moved close between her legs and lay my hard, heavy shaft against her belly, my balls pressed against the heat of her smooth sex. My hands ran over her legs as her's caressed my cock against her.

"It looks so big like that," she moaned with a giggle, pressing me against her skin, "God, look! You'll be all the way up in my belly when you go deep." Indeed, my tip reached inches above her navel. Becca had a famously deep pussy, and joked she could feel it coming up her throat in her favorite position: on her back with her ankles hooked over my shoulders.

"No way I can take it like Becky," she said breathlessly, as if reading my thoughts, "That girl's pussy is bottomless, but I think I'd die!"

"Well, we'd better move, then," I laughed, kissing her little painted toes as her legs kicked high by my shoulders. She pushed herself up with her hands, her eyes flashing.

"Take me from behind," she said, licking her lips. The sun was setting over the water behind me, and I could see a faint sheen of excited sweat on her heaving breasts. I pulled away momentarily to allow her to flip over onto her hands and knees. She tossed her dark hair with a flip of her head as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Is this good?" she asked, pushing her ass back at me.

"A little higher," I answered, running my hands over her back and hips. My own breath was coming more ragged. Her curves were as smooth as Becca's, but deeper, the hourglass far more pronounced. Her shapely hips fit my huge, rough miner's hands more than perfectly, and I scooped her up as she pressed her silky thighs together. "There, that's perfect," I said. She moaned softly as I kissed my way down her spine, my thumbs working gently at the long, strong strips of muscle and smooth skin. I sat back on my heels as she arched her back towards the sand and thrust her ass high, inviting me closer. She shivered again as my tongue danced over her tiny, round, winking rosebud, and I rubbed my thumb around her little hole in a silent question. She giggled.

"Mmmm, not tonight, Romeo," she giggled, her emerald greens sparkling at me over her shoulder, "I'm not ready for you! Buuuut...you've got a backstage pass for this trip, so don't worry..."

"Ohh man, can't wait to cash that in," I growled, giving her a playful swat on the rear. She yelped shrilly with a little laugh as I rubbed the spot and kissed her smooth cheeks. I rimmed her bud again, this time moving my tongue lower to delve deeply into her wet rose. She cooed softly again and pushed her hips back against my tongue.

"Ooo, more spoilage?" she moaned, "How much can a girl stand?" I didn't respond immediately, letting my tongue tip wiggle over her clit as she tilted her hips further. "God, Peter, please, just take me!" she moaned with a little laugh, "I can't wait any longer for this!"

I straighted up, grasping her hips and pulling her back while I took my shaft in hand. She was so wet, so open, and so ready...and SO hot! I stirred the searing head of my cock around between her petals, marveling at her furnace-like heat.

"Slowly, slowly," she moaned, looking back at me as my tip gently penetrated her, "It's been a really, really long time! This Fiji baby needs a some TLC."

"Move back on me," I said softly, letting her set her own pace. I matched her movements as my cock slid smoothly into her pussy, her breathing deep and somewhat labored as she took my length and girth inside of her.

"Jesus..." she moaned. I was starting to think she'd gone religious on me in the intervening years. She was talking like that a lot lately.

"You...feel...SO...incredible," she gasped, as I filled her completely, balls deep, and gently slid out of her, then in again. "God, I can feel every single inch pushing up in me..." she moaned, "Fuck, that's deep!"

"Too much?" I asked breathlessly.

"No! No, God, no," she gasped, shaking her head, "Let me take it! Nnnn-mm!" I let her move, using my technique perfected with Becca to let her accommodate me completely. As she pushed her hips back, her soft, wet lips sliding down my shaft, I pushed up into her at the same time, building upon the rhythm she established herself. Just like her little sister, Lucy seemed to much prefer long, deep, slower strokes, rocking forward on her knees and pushing herself back again with her hands. The air was becoming cooler as a soft breeze blew in from the ocean. I groaned deeply and ran my hands up and down her sides, stopping to encircle her waist. The sensation of the cool air tickling my wet shaft between each deep, slow thrust was amazing! As Lucy controlled our pace, my hips began to gently slap her ass in an even tempo, her cheeks pulsing with each push. She moaned, gasped, whimpered and whined as I penetrated her pretty pussy over and over and over, punctuating the periodic too-deep thrust with a little puppy-yelp as my tip kissed her cervix. But she never did complain.

"Nnnnnn, God, Peter, it's like you were made to fuck me!" Lucy gasped, glancing over her shoulder at me with a breathless smile. She, dropped from her hands to her elbows and tossed her hair over her left shoulder, gripping the towel with both hands as I held her hips tightly. I pushed deep as she pushed hard back against me, and felt her slick, puffy lips spread around my root in a velvety wave.

"Who says I wasn't?" I gasped back, ending with a loud moan of pleasure.

"Uh! Uh! Mm! Oh, Peter, like that! Yes! Give me all of it...pull out a little more...Uh! UH! UH! Yes, Jesus, that feels so fucking good!" she cried, as I changed my thrusts to slip out all the way to the tip on each long stroke.

"Like that, Lucy?" I gasped, holding her hips tighter to keep us balanced.

"Yes! UH! UH! *oo!!* UH! UH! Nnnn, God, yes, I love it deep!" she moaned, looking back at me again, eyes flashing. She paused her endless expression of uncontrollable pleasure to smiled at me between moans. "Do you like how I feel, Peter?" she said with a little breathless giggle, before succumbing again to a long, loud moan that sounded above the soft slap of skin on skin. I leaned over to kiss her straining back and shoulders.

"Yes," I gasped simply, moaning into her neck as I planted more kisses, "You've got....Jesus, uhhh!...such a perfect little pussy..."

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, whimpering a little, "Well you're gonna make this perfect little pussy cum really soon, baby!"

"God, Lucy, I'm not gonna be far behind!" I gasped, swatting her ass again before planting my hand back on her hip. She moaned loud at the slap, pushing back harder, but keeping the strokes long and deep as she started to lose control.

"Ooooo, Peterrrr!" she squealed, fingers gripping the towel, "You're getting me soooo close! God, please don't stop! Don't stop, I'm right there! Oh! Uh! UH! UH! Uhhhhh Peter I'm cumminggg!" She shook and jerked as I held her steady, gasping along with her shrieks of pleasure as I thrust in and out of her sweet little body just as deep and long as before. My balls boiled with seed as my own orgasm began to mount quickly. Lucy screamed aloud as another Earth-shattering climax blew through her and she pushed herself back onto her hands.

"Jesus, Lucy, I'm gonna cum!" I groaned loudly, still thrusting lustily into her.

"Don't stop!" she suddenly gasped, tossing her hair as she looked back at me with those same sparkling greens, "Don't stop! Fucking fill me, Peter! Cum in my pussy!"

"Uhhhhh...FUCK!" I growled, jamming my length into her sweet cream right to the hilt as I exploded with the force of a shotgun, every muscle in my body tensing as our burning eyes each locked on the other's. I saw her smiling face as my river of seed flowed inside of her, and I felt her pussy squeezing me rhythmically as I came in torrents. Aftershocks shuddered up my spine as I rocked back onto my heels, keeping her ass pressed tight against my hips. She rocked back with me, kneeling between my knees as I held my length deep in her pussy, my last few spasms pushing the last few drops of white into her. I ran my hands up her sides and around her belly as she began to purr with a serene smile, giggling breathlessly as I cupped her heavy tits in my hands and kissed her neck. She reached back to twirl my black hair as her other hand covered mine over her left breast.

"Ohh, Peter..." she moaned softly, squeezing me inside of her again, "Oh my God, baby, you're amazing..."

I just groaned softly in response and squeezed her lightly in my arms, slowly twisting each nipple in my fingers. I felt her body gently relax as her breathing slowed, and she turned in my arms just enough to kiss me. She giggled for no reason but happiness as our lips and tongues touched lightly, and finally she pulled away, rocking forward on her knees and rolling her hip to the towel on the sand. She lay propped on a hand, her legs together as she reached behind to touch her pussy. She gave a tinkling laugh.

"My goodness, Superman, how do you do that twice in two days?" she giggled, feeling the slippery drip between her soft lips that belied the river of cum I'd pumped deep inside of her. I shrugged and laughed.

"I practice?" I suggested with a chuckle, laying down beside her on the towel, my length, sticky with our mixed juices, slowly softening against my leg.

"God, that's hot," she giggled softly, slowly pushing a finger into her pink before bringing it dripping to her mouth. She gave a soft moan. "Jesus, Pete, you filled me right up!"

"Wow you're naughty," I laughed. She rolled her eyes coyly and shrugged.

"What can I say, we taste good together," she said with a little smile.

*****

We rinsed together in the shower as Becca slumbered on, and I passed another night in deep, dreamless sleep. I awoke the next morning alone and naked. I blinked several times and rubbed my eyes, then peered around the silent room. The sun told me it wasn't past seven in the morning.

"Ah, hello again," I murmured to the gecko, once again eye-to-eye with me on the wall. I sat up. Birds were singing and insects softly buzzing, and through the open door and windows I could hear soft conversation. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tapped my toes on the tile, stretching for a moment before slowly standing. As I found my sarong and wrapped it about my waist, I saw a shadow approaching the doorway. A moment later, Becca appeared, smiling as she saw me.

"Morning, babe," she said sweetly, stepping indoors to receive a kiss.

"Morning yourself, cutie," I said, giving her a squeeze and running a hand down her side, "Sleep well?"

"Yes!" she laughed, "Although my sister tells me I missed a good show."

"Ha! Yeah, I guess you did. She didn't seem to think you'd mind," I said, following her outside to sit in the chairs under the shade of the trees. I looked around us. "Where'd she go? I thought I heard you two talking a moment ago."

"Oh, I sent her to see about renting one of those little sailboats we saw the other day," she said. The resort had a small number of light, centerboard boats to rent, and although Becca and I sailed often around Auckland and Coromandel, Lucy had never even been in one. I quietly suspected she'd been "banished" for a short time, and prepared myself for whatever my young wife had to say. She was silent for a moment as she retrieved two glasses of pineapple juice for us, then sat comfortably on my lap in the chair. It didn't take long.

"So, she told you?" she said. My first male instinct was to play dumb.

"Told me what?" I said. Becca gave a thin smile, knowing the reaction well.

"That she's in love with you," Becca clarified softly.

"Oh. Yeah," I said stupidly, peering into my glass a moment before taking a sip in the few seconds of uncomfortable silence.

"What did you tell her?" she asked. I looked at her. She was still softly smiling. Was it a trap? I thought. Why bait me? She obviously knows what I said.

"I told her I could love you both," I answered. She took a deep, slow breath, taking in what that might mean, I supposed.

"Can you?" she finally said. I looked up into her soft, yellowy-hazel eyes, but said nothing for a moment. "She says you did a fine job last night...I'm just wondering...I mean, I know what kind of woman my sister is. She's amazing. She's perfect! I just want to hear from you...that you can really love us both. As sisters. Equally." She was asking if I was going to leave her for Lucy. I locked eyes with her again.

"Yes. I can," I said confidently. She looked into my eyes, and another familiar smile spread across her face.

"OK. I believe you," she said simply, taking a sip of her juice, "But there is still one problem."

"What's that?" I asked.

"This is the second day of my honeymoon, and I still haven't gotten filled," she said wantonly, looking at me with suddenly sultry eyes.

"Mmm, well that I can help you with," I said with a big smile, running a hand up her belly to cup her breast in her rose-red bikini. She playfully swatted my hand away.

"Oh, not yet, buddy," she giggled, "Lucy may have wanted to be selfish with you last night, but I want her to watch you fuck me! You gotta wait 'til she gets back. Then...you get my pussy."

Watching my beautiful young nymph of a wife sitting on my lap, gently teasing my cock with her fingertips for twenty minutes...it was pure torture. It seemed more like twenty years before Lucy finally came padding through the sand in her sarong and white swimsuit.

"Uh! Finally!" Becca laughed, pushing herself off my lap and taking my hand as I stood from the chair. Lucy laughed as my huge hard-on pushed out the tuck of my sarong when I got up, letting it fall to the sand.

"Wow! OK, what's going on?" she giggled, swishing her hips as she came closer to wrap a hand around my shaft. I groaned, and Becca playfully swatted her sister's hand away.