Her Preferred Cock:>Ep4

She reached poolside and found her mother lying on her sun lounger. She could see her younger brother playing around in the pool, and she saw her father standing nearby, waist deep in the water. He was looking directly at her, and she instantly untied her belt and pulled the robe off her shoulders. Underneath, she was wearing a dark blue bikini, designed to showcase her amazing physique.

A lot of other people were checking her out. Horny teenage boys, their horny older brothers or fathers. Even most of the lifeguards were too distracted by her presence to worry too much about anything untoward happening in the water. Woe betide anyone who got in trouble at that particular moment in time. The sheer physical allure of Amber Thurston could have potentially cost lives.

Her hair fell loosely round her face and shoulders; her lustrous golden locks, bleached ever so slightly by regular exposure to the sun. She had huge blue eyes that seemed to shine with an almost ethereal glow. Despite her lightly tanned tone of skin, you could still see the freckles of youth on her nose and cheeks. Her lips were full and sensuous. They made for quite a sight, wrapped round the cock of one of the many men she had blessed with a blowjob in recent times. When she smiled, adorable little dimples would appear. There was something so youthful about her face.

Her body, on the other hand...

The freckles continued their journey across her shoulders and chest. Her breasts were a modern miracle, large and succulent, but still pert; basically perfect in the way only a nineteen year old girl's tits could be. Her waist tapered in, showcasing her amazing hourglass figure. Her butt and hips were full and shapely. Her legs were long and elegant.

Amber was immaculate. She had a body built for sex, so it was a pretty good thing she liked fucking so much. There practically wasn't a man by that pool who wasn't paying her the closest of attention, and wouldn't have given their right arm for a chance to spend an hour or two in bed with her.

Including Doug.

He studied her intently, examining every inch of her figure as she moved slowly and provocatively. Every pose was considered, every contortion was contrived. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. She ostentatiously applied suntan lotion, rubbing it into her smooth skin. Everything was done for show. Everything was done for effect. Everything was done to get a reaction.

And a reaction is what she got.

Doug clambered out of the pool and walked over to his wife and daughter.

"Amber," He growled, "Keep an eye on your brother. Your mother and I are going for a nap."

"We are?" April piped up.

"Yes, we are." He said sternly, grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her to her feet.

April could see the look on her husband's face, and she understood exactly what it meant. She was going to spend at least the next hour or two getting brutally fucked. A prospect that she viewed with some considerable excitement and anticipation. Although compared with Doug -- and Amber, for that matter -- April's sexual appetites were relatively modest, she loved to bone. You didn't end up marrying someone like him if you didn't.

She knew what her husband was like. She'd always known. He was insatiable, and had been from the very first time they'd slept together. April had been shocked by the intensity of his lovemaking; it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. He'd pounded away at her with such ferocity and gusto, she'd almost passed out. He'd eaten out her pussy with a persistence and concentration that was unmatched.

Sex with Doug had been transcendent. Almost divine.

This wasn't the first time he had suddenly grabbed hold of her and dragged her away for sex. This wasn't the first nap they enjoyed together. There was almost something sweet about his boyish enthusiasm. She let him pull her with him, as they headed back to the hotel.

Five minutes later, April was face down in the mattress and Doug was pile-driving her from behind. His hands were gripping her tightly at the waist, as his cock sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet gash. He was grunting like a caveman as he fucked her remorselessly. Every so often, he would lift up a hand and slap the cheeks of her ass. You could hear her muffled yelps with every blow, as the succulent flesh of her buttocks rippled and jiggled.

April was mostly incapable of coherent thought, as her husband pummelled away at her cunt, but she was vaguely aware of a greater intensity to the dick-ing he was currently administering. Doug was really going to town on her today. Not that she was complaining, of course. Oh no. April wasn't complaining at all.

She loved her husband, but she was not unaware of his weaknesses. She knew exactly what he was like. She knew exactly what he got up to on the road. She knew he cheated on her. A lot. But April was prepared to make allowances for her husband's indiscretions. And one of the reasons she was willing to indulge his foibles was because of moments exactly like this.

Her husband was, to put it succinctly, a fucking sex god. When he was in the mood -- and he was almost always in the mood -- Doug could take care of her like no one else she knew. And she had been banged by a lot of people down the years. April had a similarly relaxed attitude to monogamy as her husband, and had sucked and fucked a lot of cock. The couple had also dabbled in swinging, so they had shared sexual experiences with plenty of other people, but it was always best when he was fucking her.

Something had really got his motor running today, and April had a pretty good idea what that something was. The same something that had been fuelling his ardour for quite a while now.

Amber.

Their daughter.

She had seen the way he looked at her as she sauntered down by the pool. She'd seen the way he looked at her when she climbed into the car this morning. She seen the way he looked at her on numerous occasions in the last year or so. Lust and desire were plastered all over his face. April knew the effect her daughter had on men. And Doug was most definitely a man. Not a very good man, all things being equal. So, she knew there was potentially trouble ahead. Did she think he might try to fuck her? To be honest, yes, she probably did. And she feared her daughter might be pretty open to the idea herself.