The Island

I could see the group of cabins in the distance. As we approached, the mystery of the 'sex table' was solved. Ahead of us, one of the pavilions was occupied. Three couples. One woman, late-thirties, rail-thin, lay across the table, her feet up in two of the nylon loops overhead. A silver-haired man stood between her legs, his arms clamping them as he plunged a good-sized cock in and out of her shaved pussy. On the other side of the table, a woman, about the same age as the man, stood on the wooden step and straddled the skinny girl's head as she licked the older woman's pussy, her head supported by the narrow board extending from the tabletop.

Next to them, on the other half of the table, a man, also late-thirties, lay across it, next to the skinny woman. Between his legs, a young girl, she looked like she was sixteen, but we knew that eighteen was the minimum age. She had the man's cock in her mouth and was making love to the hard penis. On the other side, the man's head leaned back, the narrow board not in use. A young man, about the girl's age, was standing on the step, holding onto the pipe frame overhead as he was feeding his shaved cock into the older man's mouth. Well, at least we knew what all the equipment was for. We had been told what to expect but, even so, it was shocking. Grace strolled on, and Lucy and I swapped blank stares.

Any questions about what we'd seen so far were forgotten when we got to the cabin. Made of tropical hardwood, they were about twelve feet square with a sort of pyramid roof with a generous overhang, probably for the heavy rain. The walls were mostly open, with no screen or shutter and a small wall at the top. No door. We stepped in.

One room. Off to one side, a sink, a toilet, and a shower head protruding from the wall over a floor drain. A towel rack with four thick white towels. Against the other wall, a king-sized platform bed with a mosquito net on a frame over it and above that a large fan, turning slowly, augmenting the constant light breeze. A couple of comfy chairs and small tables filled out the contents—no walls, not even around the bathroom. No shades, no doors. I was shocked, but as I thought about the philosophy of the place, it made sense. But for my daughter and me, it was nothing but problems.

"Grace, this is interesting, but I'm staying here with..."

Lucy stepped right on my speech, "Wow, Grace, this is wild. I think we'll be just fine."

Grace, frowning when I began, now had a big smile, "Thank's Lucy, that's nice to hear. Looks like the board made a good choice. If you have any questions, I have an office in the gatehouse. If I'm not there, you can leave a message."

Grace strode off, leaving my daughter and me holding our small bag of necessities.

"Lucy, this is unacceptable. I assumed we'd have real rooms. Being naked together is stressful enough, but this," waving at our living space, "this is not what I imagined. I mean no privacy at all."

Lucy laughed. I just stared at her. She walked over to one of the large openings in the wall.

"Well, dad. We're here, and we can't unsee what we've seen. We're two professional adults. I was shocked too, but the adventurer in me is intrigued. The bed is huge. We'll never be near each other. As for the bathroom, well, we can step outside, you know? The place is beautiful, the climate perfect. Remind yourself that this is a seven-figure project. We're comfortable being naked around each other. Suck it up, daddy, let's go make money."

That makes one of us, I thought to myself.

We stood there for a minute or so, watching naked people walk by. Lucy looked down and ran her hand through her thick mat of pussy fur.

"I think I should get rid of this. It seems that smooth is the custom here."

Knowing exactly what would happen if I watched her shave her sex, I replied, "We're just visitors and have our ankle bracelets. It won't make any difference."

Lucy had both of her hands between her spread legs now. "Yeah, well, I'd like to try and fit in. You should shave yours too, dad. You're all stubbly."

I could feel my cock growing at the thought of my daughter looking even more like my wife. I needed to take a walk.

"Maybe later, Luce. If you want to, go ahead. I think I'll walk around and check out the buildings."

Lucy looked through her travel bag and spoke over her shoulder, "Sounds good, dad."

My mind reeled as I walked. Yes, this was a big-money project, but I was still uncomfortable with Lucy, and now that I knew the place better, I felt even more nervous. Up ahead, one of the pavilions was occupied. I figured, why not, and went to watch.

My cock swung as I walked. A warm breeze kept the air comfortable. As I got closer, I could hear them. Skin slapping skin. She was talking.

'Harder, John, harder. I need to cum again."

They both saw me approach. I could smell her excitement now. My cock got hard. I'd never done anything like this, and I was just in the moment.

Even without makeup, I recognized the anchorwoman for one of the major networks. Forty-ish trim, with augmented breasts. She was lying on the table with her feet in the straps while a very handsome twenty-something young man fucked her. She saw me, smiled, and waved me over. Seeing my stunned look, she laughed.

"The news will never be the same, huh."

That lightened the mood, "No, it sure won't. This is my first time here. It's a bit of a shock."

She groaned through an orgasm. The guy just kept fucking her. I was standing next to her head. My hand on my cock.

I was fascinated by watching his cock as it slid in and out of her vagina. I'd only seen one other erect cock in my life. They were both smooth, so nothing got in the way of my view. Her pussy lips went in and out on his cock. She was soaking wet, and her juices splashed all over him. Without thinking, I was masturbating.

"Wanna have the anchorwoman suck your cock?"

I lifted my ankle, she frowned, "Oh, I am sorry. Didn't mean to tease you. Would you at least masturbate on me? I know that's allowed."

I'd never masturbated for anyone. I always felt it was the most personal thing I did. Now the news lady wanted my cum on her face. I hesitated.

"I so want that cock in my mouth, and I'm disappointed. Please Bill if for me. John will be able to fuck me for a while. I sucked a load out of him before he started. Ohhhhhhhhh."

She came again. My cock was rigid, and I'd seen so much in the last hour. My hand moved without thinking.

"Oh, thank you. Pump it hard, big guy, and spray me." I stood nearly touching the sexy newslady, masturbating while she and the young man watched me while fucking. Last week, if you said I'd be doing this, I'd a hit you. I was getting into it. Falling through the rabbit hole that is Sand Haven resort.

It didn't take long. In two minutes, I was there.

"I'm gonna cum." I panted.

"On me, on me. Cum all over me."

I did. I was backed up, and I blasted a hard shot across her after-market tits. The second shot, on her neck. The third, right across her face. That set John off. He rammed her hard and held, emptying himself as she had a quaking orgasm. She wiped her face and licked her hand.

"Thank you. That was so fucking hot. See you at eleven." She winked, I walked.

My cock, soft again, swung and bumped into my legs as I walked. About ten feet away, in another pavilion, a young couple was fucking. Both blond and athletic, barely eighteen. I wanted to go watch but decided to keep walking. Sand Haven was an overwhelming experience. I rationalized that it would become routine after a day or so, and I wouldn't be as keyed up as I was right now. I headed for the hot tub area, wondering what I would see there. I passed a group of people, laughing and talking. The men's cocks still shiny, and the women's thighs running with cum. What a place. In the next pavilion, a woman lay on the table rubbing her pussy. She wasn't quiet. Now that I was more comfortable with the ways of this place, I walked over. My cock grew.

"Oh, good. Another cock. They all left me, but I wasn't done."

She had to be in her seventies. But she was beautiful. Gray hair, sharp blue eyes. A narrow face with a natural smile. Her breasts were medium-sized and a little saggy with age, her body trim and tight. Unusual for this place, her pubic hair, gray, was untamed and soaked with cum and her juices. She had two fingers up her pussy, and her other hand pinched a very big clit. She was panting.

"Fuck me, please. I want cock."

I showed her my bracelet.

"Shit shit shit. Will you masturbate and cum on my face, at least? You've got a lovely big fat cock."

Now I was getting into this, "This cock? This big fat cock? I want to fuck you. I want to shove this big cock up that wet pussy."

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuucccckkk." She groaned. I watched a torrent pour out of her pussy.

"That was hot. You cum a lot. Look how hard you made my cock."

Panting, "Bill it. Please. Jerk off all over me."

I stood next to her head as she fingered herself. This was so weird.

"It's like I'm beating off with my mom." I don't know why I said that.

She moaned, "Oh, sonny, cum for mommy."

My mom is overweight and does not care for herself, so I didn't know where this idea came from. Unless it was thinking of Lucy and Susan. I stepped closer.

My cock inches from her face. No stranger to role-playing, I got into it.

"Mommy, I caught you playing."

Her eyes rolled back, "Yes, sonny, mommy has needs."

"Is it okay if I watch you play, mommy?"

She was close to a big orgasm, Only if you play with your penis too."

"Mommy, I'm gonna cum soon."

She was cumming, "Ohhhh fuucckk. Cum on me, cum on your dirty mommy."

I did. Not as much as last time, but I gave her a fat shot of cum across her face. She gasped and doubled over, her hand still moving. In a few seconds, she stopped and looked up at me. She was covered in sweat, and I could smell her pussy.

"Walk away, please. I want to grab you and fuck you all afternoon, and that just cannot happen. Walk. Thank you so very much. I came so hard,"

I walked. I wanted to do the same thing. I wanted to devour her. But, I had to admit, I wanted to continue the role-play.

I saw Lucy in the hot tub. Another couple was in there, making out with hands busy under the water. Lucy's hand was busy too. She didn't see me, and I watched my daughter masturbate while watching people have sex. This place is so fucked up, and it's getting to me. I'd just cum twice in an hour, and my cock was half-hard again. I stroked my penis, watching Lucy finger her pussy. I should leave, turn away, not watch my daughter. I couldn't. The guy had moved to the rim of the tub, and his friend had his cock in her mouth. Lucy's mouth hung open as she increased her rubbing. The couple watched her, the woman with his cock in her mouth.

She orgasmed. My daughter came. She yelped and quaked. As she was gyrating, she turned, and for a brief second, we were eye to eye. I turned and walked away, hoping she did not notice my erection.

One of the tamer amenities of the resort were hammocks tied to trees in lovely breezy shady places. Susan had kept me up half the night fucking and sucking, and it had been a strenuous day, plus I was avoiding Lucy. I was out in seconds.

"Hey, dad. It's dinner time."

Lucy stood next to me, of course still naked. Just waking, I was aware of my own nudity. It's just weird lying in a hammock with your fat soft cock on display for your child.

As we walked towards the dining hall, Lucy took my hand.

"So, how was your afternoon?"

"Shockingly educational."

Lucy laughed, "Couldn't have put it better myself. We may have to make changes to our design."

"I agree. But we have plenty of time to get a better grip on what this place and these people want."

Lucy grinned at me, "That's not permitted, father."

I caught her joke, "Okay, grip was a bad choice of words, brat."

Lucy shoved her body at mine, throwing me off-balance. It was a thing she did, but now, being naked, it was different. Usually, I'd grip her around her waist and shove her back, but I didn't. She noticed.

"You're really uncomfortable, aren't you?"

The dining hall was just up ahead. More people were around us. I sighed, "Baby, I'm an adult, and I thought I'd had some interesting experiences, but this is pretty overwhelming."

Lucy squeezed my hand, "and me?"

I laughed, "Yeah, you. It's just not normal. Not supposed to be naked around your kid."

"Well, dad, if it helps, I feel very comfortable."

"Thanks, that helps, but I still feel odd."

Lucy stepped into line behind a couple around my age, "You'll get used to it."

Bill and Carol were from Ohio. We struck up a conversation in line and found a table. They were fascinated with our project and sympathetic about our unique status, Carrol saying that at least we had each other. Lucy nudged me to stay silent. That's twice now. Both in their early forties, they were average looking. Not overweight, but not fit. Carrol's breasts sagged a bit, and Bill was no porn star in the cock department. Their bodies were completely free of any hair below their eyelashes. Bill was gray on top, and Carrol definitely colored hers.

He was a bond trader, and she was an analyst. I got the impression they were very good at what they did. They had rings on their fingers. They were long-time members and didn't know about the new location and facilities, but they were full of ideas and observations once we told them. Bill asked us how much we knew about Sand Haven, and I replied, it's a sex resort for couples. Bill and Carrol shared a quick look. I said nothing, but I got the impression I was missing something. It didn't seem appropriate to ask, so I didn't.

They were quite pleasant company, and we lingered after the meal to chat. The conversation was very non-sexual, which was a bit of a relief. It was dark by the time we walked out of the dining pavilion.

We parted company. Lucy and I wandered. The resort had minimal outdoor lighting, but the sky was clear and the moon bright.

"We're going to need to re-think some of our ideas," Lucy said.

"Yeah, that was obvious after today. Did you get over to the gym and sauna?"

"No, I kinda got distracted. This is an intense place."

"Like nothing I'd ever seen or even heard of."

"Wonder what a membership costs?"

I took Lucy's hand. In the darkness, it was easier being nude with her and not thinking about watching her masturbate. Shadows under a pavilion nearby moved and groaned.

"Based on our budget, probably fifty or sixty grand. I have no idea how many members they have.

Lucy squeezed my hand, "And how do they control who shows up? If everybody came..."

"Don't they already?" I jumped in.

Lucy hip-checked me and laughed, "Funny, dad. That was a good one. Yeah, they do, and often. Perv."

Her hip hitting mine, skin to skin, it felt good. All this watching was getting to me.

"No, my daughter, just an observer of life."

"Not by choice?" She asked.

I ignored her question. We were at our cabin.

"I'm gonna take a shower, dad."

"Okay, I'll go next."

We had one bedside lamp on. I watched as Lucy turned on the water. It was strange, no walls, no door, no curtain, just my tall, lithe daughter, naked, waiting for the water to warm. My cock began to misbehave.

It got worse. I'd watched Susan shower a few times, but it wasn't like this. My daughter, washing. I'm in a chair, naked, watching. This was so wicked. She'd glance at me from time to time but basically ignored me. The water ran over her perfect skin, rivulets off her nipples, hard with the water. The bar of soap in her hand, running over her arms, shoulders, then the top of her chest. She lathered up her hands, putting the soap down, and washed her modest breasts. Her fingers briefly trapping her hard nipples. I had a full erection and didn't know what I was going to do.

Lucy turned to the wall, taking the soap and lathering again. Now she bent over, washing her feet and calf. The dim light was enough to showcase my daughter's still furry vagina and her tight little but hole. My cock pulsed with need. Her hands caressed her sex, fingers running through her pubic hair, wet with the warm flow from the shower. I had never seen such an erotic display in my life, even though my daughter did not intend that. Lucy put the soap on the tray. She was done. I turned so my back would be to the light, and hopefully, my cock would be in shadow.

"All yours, daddy."

I waited for her to pass me with her big fluffy towel before I walked to the shower, confident my boner was not seen. Till I looked up into the mirror on the wall and saw my daughter, casually drying herself, seeing her father's cock rigid as he ducked under the water. She turned away, and I washed, my boner fading under the weight of my guilt. I finished my shower, shaved, and all that. We settled wordlessly on the vast bed, each to our own side. Said goodnight, and I was out in a minute.

I was relieved when I woke up that I was not wrapped around Lucy with my hand holding her breast and my hard cock wedged in her ass crack like I've read in so many stories. I was still on my side, and Lucy was up looking out the window.

"Isn't that the couple we had dinner with?"

I got up and stood next to her, in the cabin next to ours, five feet away. A man and woman were on the bed. She was riding his cock with great energy. They were angled so you could see her in profile.

"Yeah, that's Bill and Carrol, alright."

Lucy stepped away, quietly saying, "best way to start the day, if you can."

The remark was not meant to be heard. She brushed her hair as we listened to Bill and Carrol cum, and we walked out to go to breakfast, taking a long route to find the sauna/steam building.

"Strange place," Lucy observed.

"Strange indeed. No secrets, no filters."

"None. None at all."

When we got to breakfast, Bill and Carrol had a table and waved us over.

"Hey, you two. Didn't know we were neighbors."

Lucy answered, "Yes, we noticed that this morning."

Neither of them blushed or gave any indication of being put off by being watched. Carrol patted Bill's thigh.

"We saw you two. Thanks, we love an audience."

I smiled, "Nice to know. We'd hate to make you uncomfortable."

Bill laughed, "Never happen. We've been together forever and liked being watched from the beginning."

I was curious, "How long have you been..."

Lucy stepped on my remark with vigor, "an active sexual couple."

Carrol and Bill shared a glance. Carrol answered, "Since we were in our twenties. We're 45 and 47 now."

Lucy patted Carrol's hand. Then I figured it out. They were married, but not to each other. Lucy saved me from a very embarrassing moment. That's probably why nobody had referred to 'husband' or 'wife'—more of the lore of Sand Haven.

Outside the dining pavilion, we said goodbye to Bill and Carrol.

"Well, dad. We kinda goofed off yesterday, so I think we need to get some work done today."

"Yeah, really. It was a real eye-opener."

Lucy took my hand, "In many, many ways, daddy. Let's go inspect the sauna building."

The building was old and had been roughly converted to its purpose. There was the young, twenty-something couple in the sauna, necking. Her hand on his hard cock and his hand between her legs. We glanced and left. In the steam room, two thirtyish couples were amusing each other. But it was the woman, one on a bench and the other on her knees with her face between her partner's legs while one of the men stood in front of the other, getting his hard cock sucked as they watched the women. We let the door shut.

After yesterday I was a bit more under control, but still, I was feeling some growth. Lucy pointed to the steamy door.

"I've seen a bit of that full bi action here. I wouldn't have thought so."