Risking everything on the holiday

It is often said that life holds great surprises for us when we least expect them, and I would complement this by saying that most of the time if you knew what surprises were going to happen, you wouldn't usually take any action to make it happen. So the best thing about life itself is playing without worrying and seizing opportunities. That weekend at the beach was an example of that.
It all started with an invitation to spend a vacation in Rio de Janeiro, at the home of two college friends' father. Fernanda or Nanda as we called her was part of our class and we knew her sister Renata from some ballads. The arrival of a four-day holiday brought along the invitation for us to go visit their father's house in Rio. Their parents were separated, and his dad had married nineteen years ago and lived in Cidade Maravilhosa.
So we left São Paulo in two cars, six of us altogether. Nanda was traveling with her boyfriend Rodrigo, a middle-aged guy whom no one else in the class liked very much.
On the stops we made on our way to eat and go to the bathroom, I noticed that Nanda looked nice. She was wearing lighter clothes and much more casual than what I normally saw her wear; she had a little booty. Nanda is about 5'6" tall blonde with straight hair just below the shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, and has a pair of small breasts but perhaps because of the lightweight blouse she wore it seemed like they were staring directly at us from so close together.
Her thighs, exposed by the short shorts she wore, were rolled and firm, and the fabric seemed to gently embrace a perfect round ass, of that size and shape which marks people's minds and does not let their eyes wander.
The trip went on without much news, and finally we arrived at her father's house in the early hours of the morning. Quick introductions due to time and fatigue, and we were all accommodated. The home was very comfortable, and since Renata had not traveled with us, the room she usually occupied was given to me and Paulo. As they did not always use them, they had been decorated for visiting even, with two single beds in each, and had been built sharing the same bathroom, which stood between the two bedrooms and had a door on either side respectively.
What was my surprise when, after getting ready for bed, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and came face-to-face with Nanda inside. When I saw her clothes, I became static without being able to unclench my eyes from her body; she wore a mini blouse - some kind of top over her breasts that were clearly loose underneath the light fabric; below it only tiny white lace panties. I stared at the cloth triangle on her little round butt, and just couldn't stop looking.
She stopped brushing her hair and looked at me funny in the mirror.
- Hey, Marcos, are you all right?
Sorry, I didn't know you had company. lm not used to the multiple bathroom yet!
It's just that I usually stay here with Ra, so it doesn't matter.
I was so focused on looking at her body right there in front of me, like I'd never seen it before, that my mouth went faster than my brain:
- "Imagine... if you have to, just shout!" I said, later amending a laugh in an attempt to lessen the impact of my audacity.
She stopped brushing her hair and turned to look at me, but I didn't even stop there to see if it was a frown or not.
- Dude, I was talking to Paulo. You won't believe it... Nanda was in the bathroom with only her underwear on and two more minutes would have jumped out at me!
- That... and Rodrigo over there, just applauding you guys.
- He would stay with you, and good... I was kidding.
We laughed and went to sleep. I lay down on the bed, but Nanda's image in her underwear never left my head. I rolled around in the bed pretending that she was a mega-climber with me without being able to fall asleep. I started thinking how could she be with such an awkward guy like Rodrigo, trembling just at the thought of her climbing up there with this bocal. Time passed by, and no one slept, all I did was stirring her naked picture. Then I began deliriously listening to her groaning, crawling.
- "Dope, I need to sleep and get it out of my head or else I'll still throw a ball in front of the others".
I turned to the side, taking her out of my mind trying to sleep. Meanwhile it was getting louder and I kept hearing her moaning. I could have sworn that this is real... Suddenly she slapped me and without thinking sat on the bed.
My breathing sped up, and without thinking I went to the bathroom. In the darkness, trying not to make any noise at all, I opened the door on our side and walked into the toilet. I could barely move so as not to be noisy, but I could swear that from the way my heart was pounding anyone would have been able to hear it even a block away. Paul seemed passed out in bed, so my concern was only for them both, really. And they looked like they definitely had something more important to worry about.
I put my ear to the door of their room, from inside the bathroom but it wasn't necessary. The sounds of climbing came clear and unmistakable for me in the silence of the house. It was a typical sex sound, the rhythmic beating of bodies together with crackling kisses and whispers. You couldn't understand what they were saying, of course, but you could see what they did. On the other hand, my curiosity was stronger.
I resolved to venture... The rooms, besides the communal bathroom also shared a terrace. Opening as quietly as my excitement allowed me the glass door, I walked out of the room and crept into their bedroom hoping that the curtain was not closed; luckily it wasn't. Stretching my neck, I looked inside the room. Luckily an illuminated light bulb lit up some space so I could finally get a glimpse of what was going on in there.
Rodrigo was lying on his back, and Nanda rode over him. Completely naked, her breasts swayed in the rhythm of their movements, and through the glass door I could see her bare body above it. The curve of her butt was a spectacle, and she moved swiftly about the boy. My dick had already burst so hard. I wanted to take it out and punch my fist right there, but an illuminated light at another window farther away inhibited me. I looked again into the room, and almost got a rip-off. I saw Nanda come up from the top of the lad, and holding his stick called him behind her. For a brief moment I thought he was going to eat her ass, but from the way he came in and started moving again, you'd say no.
I was holding my very hard dick over the panties, sort of not knowing what to do. Suddenly I had a crazy idea. I went back into the room and waited. The minutes seemed to drag on like hours but finally there was noise at the door next to them. Someone came in and turned on the shower. I thought that I could get hurt and be Rodrigo, but everyone knows that after climbing up the girl always goes first for the showel. I hoped she closed her side door otherwise I would have caused a diplomatic incident. I counted to ten, pulled out my underwear and with the biggest of faces opened the door and walked into the bathroom. Lucky for me it was Nanda who stood there inside the box as water flowed through her clear body tracing its delightful curves. She looked at me clearly frightened by this invasion and seemed to be thinking about what we should talk about.
- "Shit, we need to stop meeting like this"... I said, laughing my head off.
"You're right... are you sure that was just a coincidence?" she asked, continuing in her bath.
- Well, I'm taking a long time to fall asleep even though... l thought it was just me who had this habit.
She just looked at me...
- "Were you sleepless too?" I insisted.
"Rodrigo and I", he replied, challenging me a bit.
Of course that was true, and of course if it were a real risk she wouldn't be going on in the bathroom like nothing is happening.
I'd better leave, then", he said, pretending embarrassment.
- No, wait... you can stay here I'm done.
"Yes, please...I need an ice bath!" I replied. I tried not to move my dick directly but the situation was producing results. If on one hand he wasn't exactly hard then clearly he showed himself willing for some action.
Of course, that didn't go unnoticed by her. The whole time we were talking she was looking at me but every now and then she would look down on him. I pretended not to notice.
"Do you always sleep naked like this?" she asked, preparing to go back into the room and pretending naturalness.
- Always... I don't like anything squeezing me.
- "Of course... I'll discuss it with Paulo tomorrow morning!" she said, winking in a naughty way.
Oh, it just so happened -- the bathroom wasn't big and the sink was halfway to the Box. Without much calculation I walked toward the Box more or less in time with her movement towards the door; we met right there across from the basin.
"Now, it's fucked!" I thought. What a jerk am I, here sneaking up on the housewife naked in the bathroom while her fucking boyfriend sleeps ten feet away from us! Stupid, stupid, stupid...
I was sure that she would build the shack, but... for someone who'd been there before. And as I said at the beginning of this story, we should never underestimate what life has in store for us.
- Marcos, you really need an ice bath.
My cock was now rising blatantly.
- You want to help me with that?
- No, I don't think so... you are a little crazy.
She said that, and then she finally walked out of my face... only in doing so, she put her hand back over me... grabbed my hard-ass dick from underneath her ass.
- "Congratulations, Marcos... you have a nice toy here". he said holding my stick.
He walked up to me and put a little stamp on the corner of my mouth.
- Good night, think of me.
Before I could answer she wrapped herself in a towel and went into the bedroom.
Poor Paul, if you decide to lighten up.
I could hardly believe what had just happened, so I rushed into the shower still a little stunned by all of this and got out before her boyfriend came in to do his monumental hand job for his girlfriend.
I lay in bed and obviously couldn't even get close to sleep. All I could think about was that blonde, picturing myself at the boyfriend's place underneath her then backwards sideways on top finally... It was a torturous early morning still going for another walk out onto the balcony hoping for a new voyeur section but seeing only them both asleep next to each other when I came back into my room there was still this distinct feeling of someone watching me from another window and I thought it would just take one more night of bullshit Somebody saw me snooping in the room of my landlord's daughter where I was staying.
Finally and happily, the day came. It was born and brought with it a warmth worthy of Rio's fame. There were not yet eight o'clock in the morning, and there was already one sun for each person. Gradually people woke up and headed to the kitchen for coffee, beginning their plans for that day. My expectation was to see Nanda, and I kept wondering how she would act towards me. To make me suffer some more, the climbing couple went down last, leaving me with the desperate impression that another ladder had rolled by this morning.
The house was wonderful, and besides being very close to the beach of Barra, it also had a delightful swimming pool. The staff decided to go first to the shore, and let us stop enjoying the pool in the afternoon. Then they prepared themselves for going on the beach and there were girls dressed in their bikinis. Ana was beautiful too, a brunette with a slender body and well-groomed, but my level of friendship both with her and Ronaldo prevented me from thinking about anything with her. Despite this, I could not help noticing her lovely body. Nanda dismisses comments ... She appeared in a tiny orange bikini, marking her body that every minute made me more horny. Her steep breasts and round little butt were driving me crazy. It was hard to take my eyes off of that piece of bad road. Meanwhile, the big surprise fell on Nanda's step-mother Bete.
When he separated from Nanda's mother, her father went to Rio and probably fell into prostitution. In these adventures I imagine she must have met Bette. I say this because in addition to the fact that she exhibited a beautiful body for 38 years leaving many girls on slippery slopes, she had an instigating manner, a look of feline who seemed to strip you off, and a smile like one who knew very well what men should think about her.
It was getting complicated. I already struggled not to look so much at the man's daughter, but now his new wife also populated my thoughts. And no wonder: Bete had blonde hair and extremely tan skin with a pair of large breasts that seemed too tight in her bikini - an absolutely tempting scene for a Spanish woman, I imagined. She had thin waistlines and thick rolling thighs covered by a discreet layer of fluffy locks. You couldn't see a smooth straight, as she covered the bottom of her bikini with an extremely short and tight sleeve.
We spent the morning on the beach, and it was a torture to hide an erection that persisted in making itself present. We came home, and we spent the afternoon playing in the pool and drinking. At some point, once again the unthinkable did make its appearance. Playing cockfight in the water, I slipped at one point and sprained my ankle, throwing half a shower of cold water all over the world. Comes out limping from the swimming pool, partly with bad luck but not wanting to create a boring atmosphere. The thing is we had arranged for dinner outside, and my swollen knee would keep me off the show.
Contrary to what they had agreed, I insisted that the plans not be changed and for people to go out to eat. Slightly reluctant, they finally agreed, especially when Bete offered to stay and keep me company.
Around half past eight they all left, leaving me at home with my hostess, a wreath to make anyone's neck turn. She told me that she would take a bath and then prepare something for us to eat. Everything was going well when she dropped the comment:
- Get some rest, I'll be right back.
She said that, and then she gave me one of her more cryptic smiles as if to say I knew something.
- Why do you say that?
She came up to me, and she ran her fingers gently over my chest...
- Look... if you're going to call me lady, I will rethink my decision of keeping you company.
- I'm sorry... it is that the lady, i mean you are Nanda's stepmother ... what do I know, automatically, not by choice.
- Do you think I'm old, Marcos?
- On the contrary... for those who don't know, you and Nanda would pass as sisters.
She walked behind me, speaking slowly and sliding her nails now over my back, scratching at once.
- You seem to like Nanda, don't you?
I was going to explain, but she cut me off.
Besides, she showed bad taste and chose to date her boyfriend's cocksucker.
- Well, I don't know about that.
- I think you do... both in your late-night walks spying on her, and the way that you looked at her by the beach and pool.
I knew I should have lowered the flag, but whatever Bette's intention was in saying that, she went on.
Rodrigo may be clumsy, but he's not stupid.
- It's your impression... I said, uncomfortable with the conversation.
- It's really... well, looking at your shorts on the beach, I could swear it wasn't just an impression.
He said that, and then he retired to his suite... leaving me stunned in the middle of the room.
Then I thought about the situation with us two alone in the house. Should I take advantage of the door she had opened, and try something on her? That would ruin my chances with Nanda, and it smelled like dynamite. I stood there in the room not knowing what to do but thinking that if I didn't make a move, I was going to spend the weekend empty-handed and simply couldn't resist trying something. Reflecting on last night's adventure, I felt it was worth the risk. I went into her bedroom, and at the open door... My hands were sweating and my heart beat just as hard as the previous evening. I took a deep breath and walked into the room, where Bette was standing in front of a mirror trying to tie a necklace around her throat.
She wore only a white lace panties and bra. Like her stepdaughter, the piece was also tiny. The contrast of whiteness with her tanned skin formed an image of rare beauty even though her body wasn't perfect like Nanda's. Still she was hot, very hot, knitted up, firm. Her breasts were indecently tight and pointing forward. I approached from behind her.
"Let me help you", he said, taking the chain in his hands and struggling with the zipper.
- You shouldn't be here, boy.
"You shouldn't provoke the boy", I dared, leaning lightly on her body and feeling the firmness of his ass against my cock.
My husband wouldn't like it, first you hit on his daughter in front of her boyfriend.
"I think the wife wants this", I said, and taking advantage of her holding up her hair to help me with the lock, I brought my mouth close to her neck and nibbled it lightly.
In the face of her body's shivering, wordplay was no longer necessary. Anyway, I knew she wasn't a girl and certainly longed to feel wanted.
"Your body is perfect, a delight. Your breasts are fantastic"... she said as she stroked them over her bra.
I'm old enough to be your mother, she complained.
- "Age, maybe... but you don't have the body for it". she said as she smoothed her thighs.
With every stupid thing I said, she regretted it more and gave herself up a little bit. I turned her face toward me and began to kiss her. She attacked me in a wildly lustful way. Biting my mouth until it hurt. Her hand started smoothing my already hard bermuda over the stick.
"Oh, what a hard thing this is", she said without letting go of my stick.
I smoothed her body, admiring the firmness of her thighs and breasts. I began to kiss her neck and caress her butt. I slipped my hand inside her panties along its sleeve. She rolled around in my hand, then she slid her hand into her bermuda shorts.
- Look at this shit... man, it's so big and thick.
I was kind of surprised by her conversation. My dick was normal, or at least it was for me.
I'm sure for a long time she only saw (and more, just carried) the half-finished cock of her husband, a young dick should seem like a miracle. If it was so to her, then that would be great for me.
She got down on her knees in front of me, and she was moving my dick around a little bit. Squirming and staring at it, looking fascinated. Ai opened up his mouth and put him inside. He swallowed his head, started sucking it. I held my cock by the base, gave him some shots to her face. She freaked out; he just kept sucking faster. I placed one leg over the bed, grabbed the blonde's head and pushed my roller back and forth into its mouth. My stick instantly looked like a piston, hard and glowing with her saliva.
I picked her up and, bending down in front of her, pulled her panties aside to reveal her pussy. Passed my finger over it as if she were already wet; pushed my head towards her and fell on top of her mouth. Sucked off the tip of her nose and slipped a finger inside her. She was shivering with excitement.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked.
- I have it in my wallet.
She pulled me by the hand into my room, and as she walked in front of me I was admiring that woman's firm body.
"What a nice ass you have", I said hopefully.
- You can take that long eye out of my ass... with a dick this big, don't even think about it.
- Then I'm going to fuck that cute little face.
Show that pause to me, show...
I put a condom on the stick, lay down and pointed it up. She came over to me, scraped her hot breasts onto my dick, walked right into my mouth. Kissed me, then settled herself on top of my cock. Rubbed her pussy all over him, sat there. Immediately she let out a groan, started moving around on me.
I remembered your stepdaughter about her boyfriend the night before. It was funny, but they looked alike. They were climbing in a similar way. And her mouthpiece was delicious. My dick seemed to explode and she moved delightfully on me. She stayed like that for a few minutes with her penis growing rapidly. Then she threw herself onto my chest and made fun of it.
She stood there, panting as I smoothed her body and passed my hand over her ass. If she wasn't going to give me the tail at least I wanted to shrug that hot one off. I picked her up, put her face-first against the wall with her back to me. I spread her legs apart and she jerked her arse into place. I penetrated her pussy and holding it by its waist started fucking again. My dick went down in her butt and I pulled on those sexy breasts.
- Come here... I'm going to make fun of those tasty breasts!
She got down on her knees in front of me, and I ripped off the condom. And she took my stick and started hitting it with a fist. Pointed at his breasts, then sucked him again. pointed to his breast again, and gave another blowjob. In one of those blows my enjoyment came stronger.
We rested for a few minutes, and I was already thinking of giving the second one when she remembered that soon the staff would be back.
Soon everyone came back, and I went to bed early. It was feeling kind of strange looking at Bette, her husband Nanda and Rodrigo anyway my dick was happy
The next morning the same sun came up, and we went to the beach again. My foot hurt more than it had done the day before, and walking on sand was a punishment. I decided to go back home while people were having fun playing volleyball.
I was a little frustrated, because at least on the beach I could enjoy the parade of two hot stepmothers and stepdaughters. Nanda had chosen an even smaller red bikini than she'd worn the day before if that were possible.
I got home thinking about getting some rest, but the weekend surprises weren't over.
- Hi... I came to get my sunscreen, which I forgot here. Are you all right? How's your foot?
- Better now, with that beautiful view. I was joking.
Suddenly she stopped in the way, and looking back let out:
- Besides, you've seen more than that, remember?
I don't think about anything else", I replied, staring at that gorgeous butt barely covered by a tiny red triangle in her bikini.
"Really, did you like what you saw?" she teased him by sliding her hands across his body.
I really loved it.
"Then prove it!" she said, approaching the couch where I was.
Well, after all the crazy things I'd done in my life and couldn't have any other action but what I had to do was lay on the couch and unceremoniously pulled out my already hard-oned dick and showed it to her hoping that she would like it as much as her stepmother did.
- Did you know that you're very abused?
- What?
She came up to me, her eyes fixed on my dick as I slowly masturbated.
- You know... if Rodrigo didn't exist, we could do some crazy things together.
- "Well, he's not here now"... I said, smiling at her.
- He's not, is he?
She walked out towards her room, looking over her shoulder. Left limping behind her. I entered her bedroom already embracing and kissing her; she corresponded with me, and our tongues curled up as if in a duel while our hands explored each other's bodies.
I let go of her breasts over the bikini, and slipped my tongue through them. Her little nipples snapped off, and I grabbed one with my teeth, playing around with it. My hand finally touched that ass which had been stirring so much in my imagination these past few days.
- There's no time now, I have to go back to the beach.
You couldn't trade the certain for the uncertain, you could not be sure that everything would work out tonight so I kept kissing her body and she was torn between desire and reason.
Come here just a little bit more... suck my cock, then we'll continue the night.
- You're a bastard... she talks to her more than me.
We lay in her bed, and she fell on my dick with her mouth open. She sucked so sweetly, delicately, cheekily. Without fear of making a mistake you could say that she was much sweeter than Betty who was more effusive. I pulled her body towards me and lowering the bikini revealed her lovely little sketch.
She had few hairs, very well trimmed and only a thin moustache above her lips. I pulled them apart with my fingers and wetly kissed her pussy.
- Ahhhhhh, you little... how tasty ... suck more, suck ...
I walked in between her legs, and pulling it over me we started a sixty-nine. She rolled on my face, and looking at that cute little cheekbone of hers, I began to smooth out her ass.
Don't do that... hmmmmmm, like this. Go for it no just move a little bit put your thumb in my hole
Encouraged by her, I started fucking her with one finger and then two fingers... my toes in her asshole, my mouth on the xanax and my dick inside of it.
I've been here a while.
As she spoke, I pulled her over to my side and ripped off her bikini.
- Just a little bit.
Before she had finished speaking, she herself pushed her waist towards me. My dick slid into that appetizing little pussy and we began to climb while I kissed it and pulled its ass. It was delicious but she was right: time flew by and I didn't want to postpone what I could do at the moment. Sliding my finger down his handlebars,
- Let me eat that nice ass, let's...
I don't have time, but at night...
It almost made me laugh at the time, but if she wanted to give me her fortune tonight that shouldn't stop her from doing an avant-premiere then.
- It's all right, but leave me alone for a little while...
She must have been very excited, because she didn't complain... instead she got up on all fours in bed with her butt sticking out of the way and poking at her asshole with a little finger.
Putz, it's too big for you.
She'd be charming, but she would rub her waist and throw back the ass. That naughty girl was used to having anal sex, that much is clear. And I liked it, as I could see.