Fiji Baby

"Mm-mm! You already had your fun last night. My turn for a ride," Becca giggled.

"Damn," Lucy said, making a pouty lip and crossing her arms over her tits.

"So....pull up a chair," Becca said with a naughty drip to her voice, pulling me towards the open door of the cabin.

"Oooo, lucky me," she giggled, following close behind, "I can live vicariously for a little bit, I think..."

Becca was a bit of a take-charge girl in bed. She loved to be on top, she loved to initiate the action, and she loved to orchestra her own pleasure.

"Over there, Lucy. I think you'll have the best view," she said, indicating the chair I'd watched the two of them from before. Lucy laughed.

"So, what's the show this morning? Am I gonna get to see anything especially naughty?" she said, pulling the tucked edge of her sarong out and letting it crumple to the floor as she turned and lowered herself to the padded chair, crossing her legs like a lady.

"Hmmm," Becca purred, easing herself backwards up onto the bed, sitting and leading me with her hands on my cock, "What would you like to see?

"Oo!" Lucy giggled, "Dirty on demand? Love it. Let's see...I think I wanna see you...get just what he gave me last night."

"You mean pound my pretty little pussy 'til my eyes water?" Becca murmured, looking at me as she said it. My cock lurched. God, I love my wife, I thought.

"Uh!" Lucy moaned, squeezing her crossed legs together as she remembered. She pushed a hand between them. "And then some! I wanna see you take it deep, girl. Like you always brag about."

"Ooo, baby, I wouldn't have it any other way," she answered, still looking at me. "C'mere, big boy," she purred. I stood close by the side of the bed, my hands on my hips, as I watched Becca rolled and pull her legs up onto the bed, turning and crawling forward until she was facing me on all fours. Her tongue slithered from between her teeth as she tickled the tip of my towering erection, making me jump and moan. To my left, I could see Lucy out of the corner of my eye as she tilted her hips to slide her bikini bottoms down her smooth legs. The sisters and I let out a common moan of pleasure simultaneously as Becca took me into her mouth. Lucy slid her fingers into her pussy, cupping one bikini-covered breast with her free hand. She moaned softly as she watched Becca's lips wrap around my pole, easily accepting my length deep into her throat in a highly practiced manner.

"Becky, holy shit..." Lucy breathed, marveling as her baby sister's lips touched my balls and her nose touched my belly. My little wife moaned as she slowly drew her lips and tongue back up my long shaft, slurping breathlessly off my tip. She giggled and looked up at me with a smile.

"Show her how I can take it like this," she said, licking her lips. I nodded with a smile as she turned her attention back to my glistening, towering manhood, wrapping her lips around my tip with a hungry groan. I pumped my hips gently forward, letting her accept me into her throat again. She moaned as her lips touched my balls once more, a deep, guttural vibration I could feel all up and down my spine.

"Wow," Lucy breathed. She watched, her fingers dancing slowly over her pussy as I ran my hands lightly over her little sister's head, back, and shoulders, my cock pumping slowly in and out of her mouth. Becca moaned loud and often as I stroked deep into her throat, her breasts swinging gently. She loved the act and the position, saying that nothing but anal made her feel more like a dirty little girl. And God, I never tired of her amazing oral skills!

She couldn't take it fast and hard, of course, but that was a good thing in my mind. I watched my spit-slicked shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, and listened to her moans of pleasure. By the time she decided she was done, her pussy would be wetter than if I had been going down on her the whole time. Her lips slid off my tip with another soft slurp, and she pushed herself back onto her heels, kneeling on the bed as she looked up at me.

"God, I'm so fucking wet," she giggled, spreading her knees and touching her puffy little pussy, "I know I usually want to play more, but right now I really just want you inside of me!"

"Mmm," I growled playfully, pushing her back on the bed and grabbing her ankles. She squealed and laughed as I pulled her across the bed and climbed on with her. She threw her legs high as I pulled her red bikini bottoms up and off her kicking feet. Just as I had with Lucy, I lay my hot slab of dick down between Becca's baby-soft thighs, feeling it hot against her swollen mound and belly.

"Oh, God, Peter," she moaned, taking hold of me with both hands and rubbing her belly with the tip, "I can't wait to feel you up in there!"

"Then why should we?" I replied. Lucy moaned softly beside us. Becca lay breathless on her back, and moved her hands to touch my thighs as I knelt between her legs and pushed her knees back to her chest.

"Oh, Peter, fill me, fill me!" Becca mewled, moaning softly as I stirred my leaking tip around between her puffy little lips before gently beginning to feed my length into her. "Ohhhhh God!" she cried, her hands grasping my hips as I raised myself over her. I let her ankles hook over my shoulders as I pushed onto my hands and feet, my muscles bunching mightily as I easily held Becca's famously favorite position. Her hips tilted and her chest heaved, her eyes popping nearly out of her head as I sunk every last millimeter of cock into her sweet, creamy pussy.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she cursed, tensing as I finally found the bottom of her pussy. "Gawwwd that's deep!" she groaned, gasping as it pushed hard up into her belly. She wasn't the only one to gasp, as our small audience witnessed her baby sister's impossible feat.

"Gosh, Becky, your little pussy is endless!" she moaned, her fingers flying over her button as she watched me begin to pump every last inch of my dick in and out of Becca's vagina.

"Oh, no she's not!" Becca laughed breathlessly, wincing as I pushed my weight against her upturned hips. I knew enough by then that her yelps and grimaces were not indications to stop what I was doing. I could still remember the first time we had tried this position. "I can't go all the way," I'd protested, "I'll hurt you!" "Oh, God, hurt me," she'd moaned, pulling insistently at my hips, "I want you to!"

"UH! UH! Fuck! Me!" Becca squealed, punctuated each of my tip-to-balls thrusts with a gasp, moan, curse, or groan of encouragement. "God, fucking, dammit that's a lot of fucking cock in me!" she cried. During sex, Becca was often so enthralled with watching my shaft pierce her over and over that our eyes barely met. I admit I'm often guilty of the same. The sight of her smooth, soft, puffy lips spreading like water around my girth is captivating to say the very least!

Lucy and I moaned along with Becca, each of us experiencing our own version of blissful pleasure. As my shaft plunged deep into my wife's tight little pussy, I marveled at the fact that less than twelve hours previously I had been buried in her sister's. The two were the same and yet different in wonderful ways, neither better than the other, and each enough to drive a man out of his mind. Lucy's pussy was a furnace of wet heat, her thick, puffy peach producing an unforgettable visual while her unique internal texture made for an all-too-quick ball-draining experience. Becca's pussy was a bottomless sheath, enveloping me to the very root, and so tight I was forced to open her anew with every stroke. Both had welcomed me so wonderfully, and I was all too happy to repay with every ounce of pleasure I could coax from their beautiful bodies.

"Deeper! Deeper!" Becca squealed, gasping for the impossible as I grunted and growled with every balls-deep stroke into her sweet pussy. I could feel my tip mashing against her cervix with each savage thrust, just as my hips slapped against her upturned thighs, and still she egged me on. "God, don't stop!" she cried, "Don't stop, you're gonna make me cum, Peter! I'm gonna cum so fucking hard! Uh! Uh! UH! UH! UHH-nn-Gaaawwwdd!" The breath left her lungs as she stared down at my gleaming piston pumping in and out of her, her mouth agape and eyes watering. I could hear Lucy's own crescendo, her legs shaking and squeezing as her fingers coaxed another orgasm from her body. I pressed my hips down as hard as I could with each plunge, and I could feel Becca's slick lips spreading wider against my root. My thick, blunt tip bumped hard against that firm nub deep inside of her, the final sensation that told me there was nowhere left to go. I felt my orgasm mounting as Becca finally gasped for air, her chest heaving and her toes curling into claws as another orgasm began to build rapidly.

"Fucking shit, you're incredible!" she cried, always a foul-mouthed, pretty thing when the sex was really good. Still she didn't take her eyes off the penetration, both the sisters enthralled with watching so much glistening manhood sliding roughly up inside of the little girl. "God, it's so fucking hot with you watching him do this to me, Lucy!" she laughed breathlessly, before another wall-shaking moan of pleasure took over her vocals. Lucy just smiled back, sweat shining on her cleavage as she rubbed her wet pussy in tiny circles, her other hand now busy behind as she pushed the tip of a spit-slicked finger into her bottom.

That was about it. It often only took some tiny change in the rhythm to push me over the edge, and seeing Lucy touching her little hole was the last straw.

"Goddammit, Becca, I'm gonna fucking fill you up!" I shouted over her moans. Her eyes flew up to mine, and her hand flew down to her pussy, a huge smile springing to her face through her grimace of pleasure.

"Yes!" she cried, encircling my slippery, sliding shaft with her fingers, "Cum my tight little pussy! Fill me up, just like you filled Lucy!" She squeezed rhythmically with her fingers, a practiced motion that somehow intensified my orgasm. Plus, she loved to feel the great, long, mighty pumps, the root of my cock flexing like a strong arm with each thick rope of semen that exploded inside of her.

"Uhhhhhh FUH-HUCK!" I gasped, my legs failing to keep me up as my orgasm finally arrived. My rhythm faltered, and Becca yelped sharply as I slapped my hips hard against her upturned ass. My jets came in quick succession, rope after rope pumped into my wife's clenching vagina as I shouted at the ceiling.

"Uh! Uh! Uh God!" I gasped, the last aftershocks racking my arms and legs. Utterly spent, I let my weight rest on my beautiful wife, our sweaty bodies pressing together as we kissed breathlessly. I felt myself slowly softening inside of her, Becca's pussy still clenching periodically. I rolled to the side and slipped out. My cock softened slowly in the cooler air, the wet shaft lolling against my belly as Becca gingerly lowered her heels to the bed and covered her sopping pussy with one hand, the other rubbing her lower belly.

"OhmyGod," she breathed, her chest heaving.

"OH my GOD," Lucy seconded with a little laugh, rising shakily from the chair to join us in lying together on the bed.

"Are you alright?" I laughed, watching Becca rubbing her abdomen. She nodded, turning her head on the bed to look at me with a soft, serene smile.

"Oh, yes, I am definitely alright," she giggled, "I'm just gonna be a little sore. This little pussy's gonna need some rest. And some TLC!"

"Guys, I've never seen anything so hot in my life," Lucy laughed. I made a faltering little bow as I rose to get us a glass of juice to share. "And Becca, what the fuck is UP with that pussy? How do you not, like, die when he does that do you?" she laughed. Becca grinned and shrugged.

"Hey, I guess I just got those genes. You got the deep cheeks, I got the deep vagina!" she giggled. She sat up on her hands to accept a swallow or two of pineapple juice, then passed the glass to Lucy, then back to me before I collapsed in Lucy's chair. We were silent for a moment the wind and waves the only sounds besides our deep breathing. Lucy finally broke the spell.

"Breakfast?"

*****

The girls went for a quick skinny-dip in the lagoon while I phoned in our order. We chatted as we ate, and I Lucy reported on the little sailboats the resort had for rent. She also confessed she was somewhat afraid of small craft.

"Peter is an expert sailor, Lucy," Becca said encouragingly, "You're safer with him on the water than on land!"

"I'm not sure how to take that," I laughed. Lucy was curious and excited, and it didn't take much persuasion. They dressed themselves in sarongs and their bathing suits, then spread sunscreen on one another (which I enjoyed witnessing) before we headed to the main building. I rented a small sailing dinghy and managed to convince Curtis of my expertise, enough so that he lent me a nautical chart of the surrounding islands and reefs, complete with bathymetry.

"And here, sir, you may find some sea caves. Very spectacular. I highly recommend. If you and your, ah, girls...are strong swimmers, you may dive under, and you will be in a kind of, ahhh....chimney. You will see!" Curtis said in his deep accent, miming the location. "And here, and here...are good beaches. Be sure to take plenty of fresh water, there will not be much to drink but coconut milk on these islands," he continued. I thanked him, and we loaded up the little boat with a picnic lunch and supplies before heading off into the blinding tropical midday sun. The boat was small enough for me to single-hand the tiller and sheets, so although I had taught Becca to be an excellent little crew girl, I left the two of them free to enjoy the wind and surf. The breeze proved strong and consistent, with only a few surprise cat's-paws to wash over the little boat. Lucy's shrieks and giggles were musical when I turned us into the wind and heeled the boat over far enough to dip her in the water before she scrambled laughing to the windward side.

We stopped for a light lunch in the shade of some coconut palms on one of the tiny, sandy isles that dotted my chart. Afterwards, as we set off towards the sea caves Curtis had marked, the wind had calmed enough that I felt comfortable letting the girls take the tiller. I set about capturing the moments on my camera as Lucy tried her hand at sailing, then took the helm again to skipper us in close to shore. It was mid-afternoon by the time we reached the caves, beaching the boat in a short, sandy cove and hauling it up into the trees, away from the waves that might draw it out to see and leave us stranded. We were on a larger island, near some short cliffs that rimmed a rocky promontory.

"So Curtis said we can get into the caves from that point, there," I said, pointing across the calm lagoon to where the cliffs were the highest, "Up for a swim, girls?"

"Around here, always," Becca replied. We all stripped naked before diving into the lagoon and stroking lazily to the cave mouth. A short dive through dark water brought us within, and I soon wished my camera had a waterproof case as I watched the two dripping, nude goddesses look about in amazement at the wondrous alcoves and cathedral-like ceiling of the room. Sunlight wafted down from natural skylights. Lucy was the first to mention it was getting cooler.

"Yeah, and we're kinda losing light in here," Becca seconded, "Peter, should we be heading out?" I was frowning at the bit of sky I could see through the hole in the ceiling.

"Yes," I agreed simply, "I think we may have a bit of unexpected weather coming our way."

It turned out I was right. We made it back to the boat, and then back to our island only moments before a wicked, gusty wind blew up that would have made crossing between the isles a bit of a harrowing experience for the girls. Although it was still sunny and warm on our island, dark, low thunderheads could be seen on the ocean's horizon. Curtis came to greet us as several young Fijian teens swarmed the little boat, hoisting it into the air once we had disembarked and carrying it up the beach.

"Yes, you are correct," Curtis said in his thick island accent, after I inquired about the weather, "We received a report from Suva only an hour ago. This evening will be dry, but starting late tonight we can expect heavy rain."

Back at our hut, we ordered some food and had a leisurely supper on the sand around four in the afternoon. Daylight was fading the time we finished, and the slowly approaching storm had produced a slightly eerie calm to the air. Becca disappeared for a spell, and returned clutching three tall glasses which she set carefully on the table before handing one to each of us.

"With the storm coming, I thought these were appropriate," she said, always the expert bartender. Her signature "dark n' stormy" featured an extra twist of lime on top of the spicy ginger beer and dark rum. We sipped our drinks contentedly as I watched the colored lights begin to paint the western horizon as well as my girls' smooth skin. The lack of breeze had made the evening balmy, and both Becca and her sister were back in their oh-so-pretty red and white bathing suits, respectively. Having finished her drink, Becca pre-emptively lit several tiki-torches around our awning, the one bit of kitsch we'd found at the hut. She also returned with my guitar. I laughed as she handed it to me.

"You know, I had no idea you played until I saw that in our luggage," Lucy said, "Are you any good?"

I smiled as I gently plucked at the strings, re-tuning the instrument after it's trip through heat and humidity. "I can play a few songs," I said modestly.

"He's very good," Becca said for me, rolling her eyes. I leaned back in the Adirondack, satisfied with the sound from the strings, and strummed gently as I thought of something to play.

"Becca tells me you can sing, Lucy," I said with a smile, knowing the reaction I'd get. She immediately blushed and glared at Becca.

"Dammit Becky!" she laughed.

"But you can! That's at least a set of genes we both got from Mum and Dad," she replied.

"You like Jack Johnson?" I asked Lucy. She hesitated for a moment before answering, then nodded.

"Yeah," she said, shrugging, "I guess so."

"She's got every freaking album," Becca muttered. Lucy blushed again.

"I'm not much of a songwriter myself, but I know his stuff pretty well," I said, strumming a few chords as I silently picked a song, "If I played one, would the two of you sing it for me?" The sisters looked at one another for a moment, and Lucy shrugged with a little grin. I could tell she was somewhat excited to be given the opportunity to show off. Becca had told me earlier that she had an incredible singing voice. After hearing some of the notes she'd hit on the beach the previous night, I was inclined to believe it.

"Sure, so long as I'm not singing alone," she said.

"Oh shush, you're better than me by miles," Becca laughed, "I'll start, OK? Then you can take over when you want." Lucy shrugged, still a little pink, and nodded with a nervous little smile.

"You two know this one?" I said, playing the soft, falling, stepping notes at the beginning of "All At Once". They both nodded. I played the introduction, and Becca's soft voice picked up the lyrics quickly. She was far less bashful about singing for me, having done it plenty in the past.

"All at once...the world can overwhelm me...there's almost nothing that you could tell me...that could ease my mind..." she sang. Lucy started to move gently with the music, smiling as her sister hummed and giggled through a few lines she couldn't remember. I was immediately dumbfounded when Lucy took over from Becca at the second verse, her voice perfect and melodious. She added soft inflections to the words as she sang, alternately smiling at me and closing her eyes as she moved in her chair. God, even her singing was sexy!