She tried and bit her bottom lip as he continued to press in and out of her, each advance and retreat indeed helping her muscles to relax, to relinquish the control to him. When they were pulled free, she felt his cockhead taking their place.
“Deep breath, Coco. It will burn for just a minute but I promise, you’ll soon feel pleasure.”
Unsure if he spoke the truth, she had no choice but to trust him. Inhaling, she felt him push inside and released her breath quickly. “No! It hurts!”
“Relax, Coco. Let Daddy in. Open your heinie hole.”
“Wait! We can do it later!”
“Coco, you’re ready now. I’ve stretched your pucker and, baby, I’m going to fuck your sweet little heinie. Trust me. Now press back and let me in.”
Despite his order, she found it difficult to obey, and yet her hesitancy didn’t deter him. He was her daddy and he was the one in control. “That’s my girl. Push back, Coco.” With his continued encouragement and steady, small strokes, he pushed and retreated only to push again, each time going just a tad bit deeper. The burn he’d promised was definitely there and though she mewed and occasionally tried to pull away, he held her still and with a final firm push, he broke through the strong ring of muscles and slid into her rectum. Coco’s shriek was met with a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“Shhh, I’m in, that’s the worst of it, sweetie.”
He held still, allowing her to adjust to the invasion and after a few moments, the sharp pain dissipated and she felt fuller than she’d ever been. The plug he’d had her wear, the fingers he’d used were nothing compared to the cock that was waiting to go ever deeper into her virgin bottom. She whimpered and yet felt the spring in her tummy coiling and her pussy pulsing.
“I-I’m ready, Daddy,” she said, pushing back against him and moaning as he sank a bit deeper. It still took several moments and a few more gasps and whimpers but finally, he brushed his lips against her neck.
“I’m in all the way. You are being such a good girl.” His fingers moved to play with her nipple as he began to rock his body back and forth. It was the most incredible sensation she’d ever felt. His being inside her most private place, filling her, claiming her, loving her made a swell of submission wash over her. Soon she was helping in her fucking, her hips rocking with his, pushing back to receive each thrust forward. When his fingers left her nipple to slip between her legs, she cried out in pleasure. With the cock deep in her bottom and his fingers deep in her pussy, she felt as if she’d combust any moment. His rhythm changed as he began to piston in and out of her, his fingers moving to grip her clit, the pinch enough to have her shriek again.
“Oh, please…I’m going to come!” she cried, her fingers twisting the bed covers, her leg lifting even higher as if to offer him better access. “Harder, Daddy! Yes!”
Dalton held her tight, his fingers playing, his cock pounding in and out of her ass until she bucked, her body jerking as she came.
“God,” he said, holding her even tighter, his cock still inside her as she contracted around him. “You are so fucking tight,” he said, “you feel so fucking incredible. That’s my girl, come for me. Milk Daddy’s cock with your little ass.” His fingers flew over her clit, pinching, rubbing, flicking as the pressure built again. This time when she screamed, it echoed in the room and she could feel him explode deep in her bowels, swearing she felt every jet of his hot spunk filling her passage.
“Oh…oh, oh,” she said, barely coherent with the indescribable bliss he’d shown her could be shared with an act she’d always thought both taboo and very naughty.
He carefully pulled from her, the little moan she gave as he popped free, silenced by another kiss when he turned her to gather her into his arms. When he pulled back, she watched his eyes widen.
“Baby? Are you hurt?”
“No, Daddy,” she said, giving him a smile, and swiping a tear from her cheek. “I-I just love you so much.”
“Ah, ladybug, I love you with all my heart and soul.” He kissed her again. It took anther half hour before they even moved from each other’s arms. With a chuckle he said, “Well, we can either shower here or take a bath in the ocean. What do you want to do?”
“Oh, swimming!” she said, shocked she’d forgotten the very activity she loved so much. Then she giggled, well, make that one activity she loved. Making love with her Daddy was and would forever be her favorite pastime.
Chapter Twelve
Dalton made her wait while he at least ran a cloth between her legs and her little buttocks to remove the evidence of their activity. After helping her into her suit and putting his own on again, he grabbed two thick beach towels and they went hand-in-hand outside to join the others. They saw a game of volleyball being held.
“What took you so long?” Trisha asked, running towards them, her pigtails flying.
He watched his Coco blush but didn’t offer an explanation. If his little one wanted to share the intimate details with her best friend, that was one thing but it wasn’t his place to do so. “We’re here now,” he said instead. “Why aren’t you playing volleyball?”
“We’ve been waiting for you, Uncle Dalton. Daddy wants to swim way out and I don’t think I can go that far, but he says there’s a cool sandbar not too far where we can play while you swim with him. Please! He said there are big seashells and everything! Can we go now? Please!”
Dalton laughed and nodded. “Yes, just let me put the towels down on one of the chairs.” He went off to do so and wasn’t surprised to see Trisha crowd closer to Coco and ask if she was all right. He was extremely pleased to hear Coco assure her that she was better than all right. It had surprised him when she’d asked if he intended to fuck her ass but once she’d said she thought she was ready, a herd of wild horses couldn’t have pulled him away from claiming the one part of his beautiful wife that he’d yet to plunder. It had far surpassed even his wildest dreams. She was so tight he’d thought it might not be possible to claim her completely, but with patience and her arousal, he’d been able to sink balls deep into her velvet, hot channel. Hearing her gasps and mews and then her screams of pleasure had been music to his ears. Placing the towels on a chaise beneath an umbrella he could feel his cock was already at half-mast. Damn, he’d just poured himself into his wife and was already ready to do so again.
“Come on, Uncle Dalton!”
“I’m coming,” he said, chuckling thinking that if he stood there picturing how his wife had looked, on her side, her leg drawn up, her nipples hard as little rocks, her ass cheeks split by the cock he was pushing in and out of her bottom, he would most likely be coming in his swim trunks. Shit! He needed to get into the water if for nothing more than to cool off. Turning, he said, “Last one in is a rotten egg!” He laughed as the two women shrieked and ran towards the water where Joe was waiting. The two girls ran past him and delightful giggles were heard as they splashed into the water.
“You seem like a very contented man,” Joe said as Dalton joined him.
“God, who wouldn’t be? We’re on a private island, the sun is shining, the ocean is waiting and we’ve got the most incredible women on earth with us. What more could a man want?”
“Can’t think of a damn thing,” Joe said, slapping him on the back as the two walked into the water.
The men and women swam side by side until they could stand again and walked up onto the sandbar.
“Wow, this is so cool,” Coco said, looking back towards the beach over an expanse of aqua water. “It’s like we’re just wading!”
Dalton had to agree. The water barely hit him at mid-shin and though their size had it deeper for the women, they’d be no wetter if a foot from the beach. It was a large sandbar and the clarity of the water soon had the girls oohing and ahhing as they saw shells resting on the sand.
“Are you going to be all right alone?” Joe asked.
“Yes!” the two chorused, already on their knees looking for the perfect shell.
“Do not move off the sandbar,” Dalton instructed, having walked the perimeter of the sandbar. “The water is shallow on the beach side but drops off over here.”
“We won’t,” Coco said, not even lifting her head. “Oh, look, Trisha. A starfish and it’s moving!”
“They’ll be fine,” Joe said. “Let’s go.”
Dalton gave one look back and then dove into the water after his friend. He regularly made use of the gym back home but much preferred getting his exercise out in nature. His strokes sliced through the water as the two men swam further out to sea. Once past the breakers, the ocean was smooth as glass. The pull of muscles felt good as he continued until Joe finally stopped, treading water while waiting for his friend to catch up. Letting his legs drop, Dalton shook his head to clear the water from his eyes and the two used their arms and legs to stay afloat.
“This was the best damn idea we’ve ever had,” Joe said.
“It was. Finding a place where we can finally just be free and our wives don’t have to wonder if anyone is going to judge them for their choices is well worth the price…as hefty as it was.”