Still at the beach house

As soon as Richard Graves closed the door behind him, Helen sprung from the bed, peeling the sheet away from her sweaty body, then locked the door. She then hurried to the bathroom and stepped into the shower stall. Cool water cascaded over her and she gasped at the sensation. She began soaping her body, and as she did, details of her dreams came back to her. She could almost feel the supple hands of robed women smearing oils over every inch of her luscious curves, and moaned involuntarily at the thought.

Reaching for the shower controls, she turned the knob towards cold, and gasped again as the water temperature dropped. She hoped the fresh sensation of the cool water would help to cool the heat of passion that boiled within her, but again, the tingling sensation only reminded her of the tattoo needles in her dream as they’d inscribed ancient occult symbols into her skin.

She’d never even considered having any tattoos before, had considered them vulgar and trashy, but now she found her nipples harden and her pussy throb at the thought of a small, discrete tattoo on her ankle, or upper arm. Maybe even a tramp stamp, so that no-one would see it unless she wanted them to. They’d get the perfect view of it as they fucked her from behind…

A fresh throb of arousal coursed through her body, and she slipped a hand between her legs, plunging two fingers between her slippery nether lips. Her other hand went to her heaving breasts, feeling each hard nipple in turn and caressing them, bringing another moan from her parted lips.

She didn’t know what was happening to her, here on this island of forbidden pleasures, but she wasn’t sure she ever wanted it to end. It seemed almost impossible to imagine returning to her normal, daily life, getting up each weekday morning, making breakfast, heading for the school where she’d teach her bored students all day.

Suddenly the idea of herself teaching class shifted, and she pictured herself on all fours in the middle of her desk, study papers scattered around, her glorious naked body on full display, while one of her students crouched behind her, rutting with the furious energy of youth, while another one took position in front of her, his hard young prick presented to her lips, which opened wide…

Just as they’d been open only minutes before, mere inches away from the hard prick of her husband’s best friend! This snapped her back to reality, and she snatched her hands away from her throbbing pussy and firm tits. What was happening to her? She wasn’t sure, but she was sure that it had something to do with the Varkos. Their house seemed to call to her. To shine like a beacon from the top of the craggy cliffs. She knew her destiny lay up there, and that she’d have to return to that house of dark delights, sooner or later.

As she thought of the Varkos, she thought once again of Sofia Varko, and her exquisite fashions. It suddenly struck her that she was roughly the same size as the sultry vixen, and so the clothes that looked so stunning on the mysterious brunette would look just as stunning on Helen Walker! Probably even more so, as she knew she was more curvaceous than the Varko slut. Just as tall, but slightly less slender. All those hours Helen had spent in the gym had not been wasted! Her ass and thighs were more firmer, more muscular, but still perfectly curved and supple. Se had also been blessed with bigger breasts, which still stood firm and high, without any of the sag that might be their fate later in life.

Yes, if her husband and his friend had thought Sofia looked amazing in her tight little latex mini-dress, imagine how they’d feel if they saw Helen wearing it! Helen smiled at the thought. She also found herself wondering what other little outfits the Varko woman had in her wardrobe. Yes, the Varko house was definitely a place that had possibilities, thought Helen as she stepped from the shower and reached for a towel, admiring her perfect body as she stood before the mirror and dried herself.

*****

Meanwhile, down the hall, Richard Graves stood at the window of his and Amanda’s bedroom, looking out at the sultry night. He could see the warm breeze stirring the fronds of the palm trees that stood in silhouette against the ocean, which glimmered in the moonlight.

He could dimly see his own reflection in the glass of the window, could see his hard cock and the hand that stroked it. Damn, he’d wanted Helen so badly! But that command in his ind had been impossible to disobey. He knew she wasn’t for him, not tonight. Possibly never, but he could hope. In the meantime, he had to find another way to satisfy his passions, at least for a little while. He knew he’d be horny again pretty soon. It seemed impossible not to be on this island.

He wondered what his wife was getting up to up at the Varko house, and with a sneer, realized she was probably satisfying her own passions right at that moment, quite possibly with his old buddy, Kent Walker! Maybe not though. That stuck-up prude might just be crazy enough to turn down the offer of screwing Amanda, even if the blonde slut offered her exquisite body to him on a platter. But what about Sofia Varko? The combined seductive power of those two women would have the most devout priest throwing his vows aside!

The thought of a threesome with those two made him jerk his fist faster. Then the thought of adding Helen to the mix, having those three sluts lying all around him, using their fabulous bodies for his pleasure, that would really be something! He could feel his cock become even harder as he looked out into the night, his hand quickening its pace on his hardness.

Then he saw another reflection appear in the glass to his side as Stacy Walker stepped into the light beside him.

Stacy had followed Richard to his room on tiptoe and watched in silence from the doorway as he’d started jerking off in front of the window. She had admired his hard cock, and once again found herself comparing it mentally with that of her boyfriend back home, Chris. Yes, ‘Uncle’ Richard was bigger, thicker, longer. Not as big as the massive wang she’d seen swinging between the legs of Zoltan, the Varko driver, but still, more impressive than the only cock she’d ever had intimate experience with.

Poor Chris! He was so sweet, so attentive to her needs, but so inexperienced, and so ill-equipped in the cock department! Now Stacy was all-too aware that there were far more impressive specimens out there, and she would be denied them all. Or would she? If she listened to the new impulses that were growing more powerful within her, why did she have to be denied anything?

Seeing Richard’s hand picking up the pace, and knowing he must surely be close to climax, she felt those impulses rising to the fore and she made a choice. Mentally, physically and spiritually, she crossed the threshold, and closed the door silently behind her. Moving silently, she approached him and saw her own reflection appear in window, her nubile young body looking exquisite in the tight spandex yoga pants and crop-top.

Richard saw her and gasped, his hand pausing in its rhythm on his hard cock as he turned to her. She reached down and her own hand joined his in grasping the hard flesh. “Here, let me help you with that,” she purred, as she leaned in close and pressed her supple body against his.

****

In the house on the cliff above, Kent Walker was hunched over Amanda Graves, his best friend’s wife, as he fucked her ass furiously. Sofia Varko and the exotic Hitomi both crouched to either side of the nubile blonde, each taking turns to lick at the slippery shaft of his cock as it pistoned in and out of the blonde slut’s tight asshole.

Amanda thrashed her blonde hair back and forth in time with the thrusts, hissing between clenched teeth as she felt his cock stiffen and twitch inside her ass, knowing his climax was nigh. This was Kent’s first experience with anal sex, because his wife was far too sexually conservative to consent to such an act. Not that he’d ever asked! His own sexual conservatism had been perfectly in line with hers, until tonight. Until this glorious vacation in this paradise of forbidden pleasure!

It might have been Kent’s first experience with anal sex, but it certainly wasn’t Amanda’s! In her secret life as a call-girl, she’d taken many a stiff cock up her poop-chute, but prided herself that it was still as tight as a fist. She felt her sphincter gripping this cock even more tightly now as it stiffened to a new degree, and she knew he was close.

Sofia Varko knew it too, and she pulled the cock from the asshole with a pop and tapped Amanda on the shoulder. As the sultry brunette beauty jerked the cock rapidly in her tight fist, the three women crouched in front of Kent, who looked down at the them, each with their mouths open and tongues extended, waiting for his seed.

The didn’t have to wait long. It was all too much for Kent, who threw his head back and howled incoherently as his hot, sticky cum sprayed forth, painting the three sultry vixens with its hot stickiness.

A short time later, after Hitomi had been dismissed and Kent and Amanda had dressed and composed themselves, they stood on the front porch of the Varko house, Amanda’s car parked nearby. Sofia stood in the doorway, perfectly composed, giving no sign that she’d been rutting furiously only a short while before.

“Go now. Kent, you will find that the first payment has been deposited in your account. You will receive your instructions tomorrow. As will you, Amanda my dear." The blonde smiled sexily and leaned in to share a deep kiss with the stunning brunette, then walked lightly to her car, her high-heels clicking. “Come along, Kent! You could use some sleep. With your wife!” With a throaty chuckle, she climbed into her car.

Kent felt as though he was in a dream, but in the pit of his stomach he knew this was all too real. Guilt warred with a feeling of excitement within him. He stumbled to the car in a daze, wondering what the Varkos would ask of him.

Sofia Varko stood in the doorway, watching the car roll off into the night. The dark figure of Arman joined her, a black silk robe over his shoulders, open to reveal his muscular nakedness. “Everything is going as planned,” he growled into his wife’s ear. “The rest of the Circle arrive tomorrow. The appointed time is almost upon us. We must be ready.”

The two smiled wickedly at one another, then leaned in to kiss deeply. They moved inside and closed the door, as the warm wind sighed in the sultry night, and cool waves broke on the rocks below.