On the Island, Part 2

Leon Griffin slunk along the edge of the bungalow, looking around guiltily. See, the problem was that he wasn’t necessarily at his family’s bungalow. No, he was at the Bishop family bungalow, and he did not want anybody knowing that, as Leon had a mission: seeing his biggest crush naked.

Monica Bishop, the woman of Leon’s dreams. The nudist island provided the perfect opportunity for some sneaky glimpses at her naked body, where he could openly ogle rather than have to keep his eyes on her face for decency’s sake.

Leon was a kind young man, but he was a massive pervert. He didn’t do anything wrong like hurt or **** girls, but he loved to watch them in various stages of undress, and his dreams and fantasies were insanely wild.

His most frequent dream, for example, was him fucking Monica’s brains out with an oversized cock only to be caught by his sister and his mother, who then joined the fun, meaning Leon had three amazing beauties to fuck.

Leon crept around to the first window and peered inside. His cock gave a leap at the woman in the room, but it wasn’t Monica. No, this was Zack’s Aunt Mallory, who had fucking huge tits that were quite a bit bigger than Monica’s, but Leon had a certain loyalty to his crush, so while he enjoyed the view, he moved on not long after.

The next window he poked his head in contained a couple. The male half of the couple was laying on the bed while the female half fussed over a suitcase.

These were Zack’s aunt and uncle, George and Louise. Louise was a hottie, for sure, but her large breasts weren’t nearly as big as Monica’s.

Leon kept going and saw that the next room was Taylor Bishop’s, and the naked college girl was doing some stretches. Now Taylor, Leon allowed himself to watch. One perverted part of his brain whispered that maybe, if Leon’s wildest dreams came true, she could be his stepdaughter one day.

The more realistic part of his brain started listing reasons why he was stupid, and Leon moved on.

The next bedroom was empty, and Leon desperately hoped that that wasn’t Monica’s as he went to the last window.

To his relief, he got a glimpse of his dream woman.

Monica was standing in the room, completely nude. Leon ogled openly her large, heavy breasts, her thick womanly curves, and her round ass. She was so fucking hot. Leon’s cock hardened as much as it possibly could, and he couldn’t resist a low groan escaping his lips.

Leon glanced up nervously and his gaze met hers.

But, to his relief, she didn’t look mad. In fact, her full, perfect lips curved into a smile and she made her way to Leon in a slow saunter, her hips swaying. Leon’s mouth went dry as the woman approached, then bent down a little bit to be at level with him. Her heavy breasts swung in front of Leon’s face and his eyes couldn’t find the strength to look away from her nipples.

“Hi, Leon. What brings you by?” Monica grinned.

“Uh… I… came to see Zack?” Leon said half-heartedly.

“Oh?” Monica asked, her hand reaching up and twirling a strand of chocolate brown hair around her finger.

Leon’s heart was racing, his dick was throbbing, and his hands were trembling by his sides.

“Uh huh.” Leon said weakly. Monica leaned forwards more, and her tits grazed his face the tiniest bit before she slightly leaned back. Leon nearly creamed himself there and then.

The perverted part of his body was screaming for him to grab hold of her large breasts, and Leon’s hands moved almost of their own accord upwards until they were on Monica’s tits.

The older woman smiled.

“Attaboy.” she said.

———

Damon Woodsen looked at his wife as she came out of the bathroom. Seeing her naked was nothing new, but there was still something fascinating about her incredible body, regardless.

Her long blond hair, her pale blue eyes, and her large, ample tits. She was very curvaceous, with a nice toned ass.

“How do I look?” Sarah looked at him.

“Great.” Damon said genuinely.

“Uh huh. Speaking of you checking ladies out, I saw you had quite the wandering eye when we were checking in.” Sarah said knowingly. Damon chuckled.

“Sorry, Sarah. You know my feelings for Monica.” Damon said. Sarah laughed.

“I definitely do. No, I was referring to our daughters. I noticed you ogling them in amazement.” Sarah said firmly.

“Oh. That. I just… they’ve certainly grown up, haven’t they?” Damon replied meekly.

“Yes, indeed they have.” Sarah said accusingly.

“Look, honey, I’m sorry.” Damon said, lifting his hands, “Your genetics produced some gorgeous women. Sue me.”

Sarah’s lips twitched.

“Did you just turn your incestuous thoughts about our daughters into a compliment to me?” Sarah asked.

Damon grinned at his wife.

“Daddy,” said a voice, and the door opened to reveal Hannah. Damon couldn’t keep his eyes off his older daughter’s large, bouncy youthful tits.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” Damon asked, his mouth gone very dry.

“I’m headed over to Taylor’s.” Hannah announced.

“Eh, just wait a few minutes. Robert said we’re all meeting up for dinner in half an hour anyway.” Damon advised.

“Ok.” Hannah shrugged (dear God, those bouncing boobs) and she came over to lay down in bed beside Damon.

“So, what were you guys talking about?” Hannah wondered. Sarah gave Damon a very dangerous look, and he tore his eyes off of Hannah’s nubile body.