Ray Todd: Horny little daughter

This was a vacation that Barry and Fran Hardin had looked forward to for a long time. Their dream of spending a month in Hawaii had finally come true.

Fran was standing the balcony, looking out at the brilliant reds and golds of the breathtaking sunset that filled the western sky. The trade winds that had been blowing all afternoon had dropped and the tropical evening air was calm and warm. Wearing a light summer dress, the beautiful woman with her long dark hair certainly didn't look thirty-five.

Looking down from the balcony of their horseshoe-shaped condominium, she could see her children splashing around in the pool below. Her son, Pat, was a tall teenager with a fine athletic body and a handsome young face. Her daughter, Becky, was a little younger, blonde, with big blue eyes.

Fran had been more or less responsible for raising the two children because her husband, Barry, was an archeologist who was always traveling to remote parts of the world. With the long separations in their marriage, they had drifted apart, and both of them were hoping this vacation could bring them closer together.

Looking at the blazing tropical sunset, Fran her thoughts drift back to Fred Warner in Oregon.

Unknown to her husband, Fran had been welcoming their mutual friend, Fred, into her bed for the past two years when Barry was gone. It had been extremely lonesome for Fran and Barry out of the country so much, and without Fred, the highly sexual woman would have lost her mind. As an old friend of the family, her children were never suspicious when Fred was always hanging around the house.

Shortly before Barry returned from South America earlier this month, Fred had asked Fran if she might consider divorcing her husband and marrying him.

"I just don't know," she had told her lover. "I'm very fond of you but, after all, Barry is the father of our children."

"Yes," he had argued. "But what kind of a father? He's gone most of the time, leaving you to raise them on your own."

Because of Fred's constant persuasion, Fran had finally decided to ask Barry for a divorce when he got home. But when her husband had arrived and suggested that the family take a vacation in Hawaii for a month, she had decided to give their marriage one more chance before giving it up. They had only been here a few days, and even with their children along, it was like a second honeymoon for both Fran and Barry.

Leaving the balcony, Fran walked back into their apartment, where she stepped over to the bar to fix martinis. She knew that Barry would be out of the shower in a few moments and she wanted to have a drink ready for him. She wanted this vacation to be something really special for the two of them.

"What are we doing this evening?" Barry asked a little later as they sat sipping their cocktails.

"Barney and Rhoda Burke, the couple we met yesterday, have asked us to join them and a few of their friends for drinks by the pool," she answered.

"That sounds fine," said the man.

There were three couples sitting around a table when Fran and Barry went down to join the party. It was a very informal group, with the men wearing the traditional flowered shirts and the women in shorts or colorful, brief dresses.

Rhoda Burke, an exceptionally shapely and attractive redhead in her later twenties, introduced Fran and Barry to the other guests.

As time passed, and with the liquor flowing freely, the party became progressively noisier. Conversation had to almost be shouted, to be heard over the laughter and the small combo that was playing for the people who were dancing beside the pool. After several drinks, Barry was drawn more and more to Rhoda. Burke. He couldn't understand why the vibrant young redhead was married to Barney Burke, a balding man in his mid-fifties, Barry couldn't keep his gaze away from Rhoda's shapely bare legs that were so provocatively, exposed beneath her short, flowered dress.

Watching her as she sat with her husband, Barry couldn't help but glance down as she slightly spread her legs. His eyes followed her sleek, parted thighs as they extended up between her short dress. When the beautiful redhead parted her legs farther, his eyes traveled along her smooth, naked flesh until they came to a shocked stop.

When he'd expected to get a glimpse of panties, he got a clear, unobstructed view of her little red-fringed pussy. Nervously glancing up at her face, he saw the young woman smiling at him, obviously aware of the effect her bare pussy was having on him.

Coyly closing her legs and standing up, she moved around the table and sat down in a chair next to him. Smiling, she leaned over toward Barry with her elbow resting on the arm of her chair. This gave the man a clear view of her cleavage exposed by the deep, open neckline of her dress. A portion of one of her big crimson nipples was revealed against the soft, white flesh of her lush tit.

"Mr. Hardin," she said, curving her full sensuous lips into a smile. "I understand that you've just returned from South America."

"That's right," he nervously replied, finding himself talking to her tits rather than her face.

Embarrassed, he lifted his eyes to hers, but she was innocently smiling as if she didn't know the effect she was having on him.

"That must be a fascinating place," she continued.

"It is," he murmured, his gaze once more drifting down to her creamy tits. "If you like jungle."

"Where were you in South America?"

"The Amazon."

"D'ya wanta dance?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered, seeing that his wife was already dancing.

Walking over to the area where the people were dancing, he gently took her into his arms.

"You're certainly an attractive young lady," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Hardin," the lovely woman whispered, arching her hips forward and rotating her cunt against his crotch.

"Call me Barry," he croaked.

"Okay, Barry," she whispered, throwing her head back and smiling up at him with teasing eyes, her pelvis pushing harder as she ground her crotch more insistently against him.

Barry smiled as he moved his hand down lower on her back, drawing the lovely young woman still closer, instinctively returning the pressure with his own groin.

As they danced slowly around the pool, their genitals were pressed hotly together.

"You're a good dancer," she whispered rotating her cunt against the hard bulge that was rapidly expanding in his pants.

Barry could feel the moist heat of her aroused pussy burning against him through their clothes.

"That sure feels like a nice big cock," Rhoda giggled, grinding her pussy against it.

"What cock wouldn't be big with you teasing it?" he laughed.

"Barry," she asked in a throaty whisper. "Will you fuck me sometime?"

"Don't worry about Barney," she giggled. "He wouldn't care."

"You seem so awfully young to be married to him," Barry commented.

"Not young enough," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"He's always sniffing after pissy little teenagers," Rhoda giggled. "The younger the better."

"Then why do you stay with him?"

"Well, he's a fantastic pussy-eater, a fairly good cocksman and he's filthy rich."

"I see," laughed Barry. "That seems to answer my question."

Rhoda continued grinding her hot little cunt against his cock until the music stopped.

"Are you gonna fuck me sometime?" she whispered again and they walked back to join the group.

"That's for sure," he promised. When Barry and his wife returned to their apartment after the party, the man was in a wild state of sexual arousal. Rhoda had teased his prick to an erection that refused to subside. As a rather handsome man in his early forties, Barry had always gotten fucked silly when he was away from home. Even in the most remote parts of the world, he always managed to find some cunt to fuck, and now the thought of lay big Rhoda Burke was very appealing to him. Realizing that he was now with Fran again, and knowing she wouldn't approve of infidelity, he was wondering how he could get into the hot little redhead's panties without his wife finding out about it.