Quick note - Sorry there was so much time between releases this week. There's a good reason for it though: this story is literally twice the length of my usual works! The best part is, even though it's double the size, I've kept it the same price as a usual story. Enjoy!
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"Four young women win the vacation of a life-time: one whole week at a top of the line resort, located on a privately owned tropical island. Everything is perfect from the moment they arrive, and they're greeted by warm sunshine, beautiful beaches, and a bevy of some of the most attractive hostesses they've ever seen. Of course, at first the girls are much more interested in the surf and sand, but as they begin to indulge in some of the exclusive drinks offered at the resort, they each find themselves becoming much more open to new experiences. Curiosity turns to urges, and urges turn into obsessions as each woman learns about their irresistible new role. From busty, bubbly bimbos to heat-filled hucows, they each find their place on the island - a place far too seductive to ever want to leave...."
Kelly’s eyes blinked open, her fugue being interrupted by an odd sound in the room, and a gentle shake of the bed. Not sure what was happening, she froze in place and listened hard. Almost immediately she heard it again, followed by another small shake. It sounded like…
This time it was unmistakable; the sound she’d heard was Isabelle moaning in her… sleep? No longer alarmed, but still cautious, Kelly very quietly turned over. There, in the pale moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains, was Isabelle; completely nude, and definitely not asleep.
Blankets thrown off, utterly exposed, there was no hiding what she was doing. Kelly could even hear it, the slight squish of her friend’s pussy interlaced with more soft moans. The whole scene was odd as it is, but no more so than Kelly’s reaction… she felt undeniably, embarrassingly aroused.
She couldn’t understand it… she was straight as could be, and even her interest in men was tempered by a layer of prudishness. Yet there she was, getting an eyeful of her friend’s smooth, feminine body, while her traitorous pussy soaked her panties. It became even worse as Isabelle got into it; the scent of musk filled the room, while Kelly’s head filled with virginal thoughts about what another woman would taste like.
Isabelle bucked her hips, and Kelly watched the woman’s breasts jiggle on her chest with every thrust. The strange lighting made the other girl’s tits look bigger than usual… or maybe it was Kelly’s burgeoning lesbian desires. Either way, she was struck with the realization that she wanted nothing more than to just move closer and take one of Isabelle’s fat nipples into her mouth and just suck, and suck, and suck.
Heart pounding, she was actually considering doing just that. Despite her misgivings about her suddenly shifting sexuality, she just couldn’t seem to contain herself any longer. Then, right before she could act on her needs, Isabelle shifted her position once more. Spreading her thighs wider, she opened her legs as far as they would go, which left one of them draped over Kelly’s prone form.
Soft, supple flesh pressed against her own, and Kelly nearly lost her mind. She could feel every stoke, every shudder through the smooth leg resting on her, and each one felt as though it was tearing down a new layer of inhibitions inside her. All that was left was one little voice in her head screaming ‘I’m not a lesbian! I’m not a lesbian!’ but that was rapidly being silenced by the sensation of Erica’s thigh stroking over her.
Kelly closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she raised her hand and sent it lower. Isabelle paused as their hands made contact, and for a second Kelly thought the other girl was going to object; possibly even have a freak out about it. A heartbeat later, Kelly felt wet fingers clasp around her hand, guiding her downward.