As she walked out onto the deck, Florence stretched her arms above her head and let out a contented little sigh. She was stiff and sore everywhere, and her muscles eagerly soaked up the morning sun. Cynthia had put her through the wringer last night, fucking her ass until she was barely more than a moaning, cum drunk lump. Luckily for Florence, her aunt was a compassionate lover, and Cynthia had spent a long time cuddling her after, massaging her used up muscles, making out with her, and telling her what a good girl she had been. The aftercare was crucial, Florence had never been buttfucked that hard for that long, and she needed the time after where Cynthia simply held her and kissed her. Even so, it had taken a long time for her orgasm shattered mind to knit itself back together, and little tremors quaked through her every time Cynthia's hands even approached a sensitive spot. She had finally fallen into deep dreamless sleep wrapped in Cynthia's embrace, and that was where she woke up late in the morning.
Florence decided to make her way down to the poolside shower. Washing herself in the fresh air and the sun sounded nice. She wasn't all that surprised to find it occupied. Steph was leaning back against the wall, steaming water splashing across her tits. Gia was on her knees, leaning forward to plant her lips onto her niece's cunt. Florence didn't say much, she simply slid under the water and wet her hair, before kissing Steph. "How's it going over here?" She asked a little sleepily.
"Mmmm, very good," Steph replied with a little moan. She rested one hand on the back of Gia's head, pushing her aunt a little harder against her cunt. "I think I got Gia addicted to my pussy. I can't keep her mouth off of me. She was eating me out before I even woke up."
"Oooh, that sounds nice." Florence shampooed her hair, listening to Steph's quiet moans. Then she started on her body. As she ran a soap-slick hand down her ass a little shock of pleasure went through her when she touched her still sensitive ring. "Your mom spent all night fucking my ass." She massaged her asshole for a moment and then pulled her cheeks apart. "Look."
"Fuck, Flor. That is sexy as hell," Steph moaned. Florence's ass was dark pink, and still puffy from the sweet abuse Cynthia had inflicted. Steph tugged at Gia's hair, pulling her from between her thighs. "Gia, I think Flor's ass needs a little attention."
Gia, cum glazed and very out of it, turned sleepily to Flor and dived in without a word.
Eventually, after Gia had worked a few more climaxes out of each of them, they got out of the shower. There was a cabinet by the pool full of soft robes and towels, and they dried off, pulled on some robes, and found a place in the sun to cuddle on one of the poolside couches. Florence and Gia flanked Steph, leaning in to suck on her little nipples and make out with each other, hands making occasional trips between Steph's thighs to slip between her slick lips.
"Hey guys, having fun?" Drea's voice pulled them from their reverie and they looked up to see her gazing down on them from the deck.
"We are, sweetie," Gia said with a smile. "You should come join us."
"Always room for one more," Steph said, spreading her legs slightly.
"That does sound nice. But we're making breakfast up here. Pancakes and bacon."
Drea didn't tell them that she had been awake for a while. Kelly and Melisa dragged her into the shower when they finally got up, and Cynthia found them not long after. The three older women used her body, hands delving into her pussy and her ass, lips locked around her nipples, nectar slicked fingers pushing into her mouth and gagging her. They made her cum over and over again, hard enough that she nearly passed out, and it took a while for her to finally summon the strength to get out of the shower. Of course, then the three older women pushed her to her knees and made her eat them out in turn before she could get dressed. She was still sensitive and twitchy, the ultralight film of her negligee almost too stimulating on her swollen nipples.
Back in the house, Kelly and Melisa were preparing a fruit salad. They were nude, and the little drops of juice that landed on their breasts was encouraging a lot of licking and giggling. Cynthia was working the stove, and had sensibly put on a tank top and shorts to protect her against the splattering bacon. As the family settled in around the dining room table their various states of undress promoted a fair amount of good natured groping, but nobody was awake enough to really kick things off. Cynthia and Steph ended up cuddled together on a loveseat, whispering into each other's ears about their antics the night before, gasping and laughing at each revelation. Florence was on the couch, flanked by both of her mothers, doing much the same, though there was a bit more making out involved.
Gia was still at the dining room table, and she pulled Drea into her lap. Her arm snaked around her daughter's waist and she cupped a full breast, gently squeezing one of Drea's swollen nipples through her negligee. Gia's free hand was between Drea's thighs, her middle finger stroking between Drea's slick lips. "I checked the forecast," Gia said nonchalantly, as if she wasn't stroking her own daughter's clit. "It looks like there's going to be a storm tonight and most of tomorrow. So if we want to get some beach time in, I think we should do it now." Everyone agreed that was a great idea. Though Drea's assent came out in a stuttering moan as Gia slid her middle finger into her daughter's sopping cunt.
Their swimwear had been getting less and less practical as the vacation went on, and as the seven of them walked out onto the beach they were practically nude. Tiny scraps of fabric were stretched tight over stiff nipples, doing nothing to hide their plump pink areolas. The miniscule triangles of their bottoms were wedged into pillowy labia already slick with anticipatory nectar. Florence was wearing one of her new bikinis, with nothing but open black mesh between her and the world. None of them were the self-conscious type, but if they were they would have found the beach a safe place. Just about every woman on the beach, and they were all women, was dressed similarly, if they even had that much on. Even though it was relatively early in the day there was already a fair amount of nudity on display. And if they looked close enough, a fair amount of fucking. Just down the beach from where the family decided to lay their towels a pair of older women were enthusiastically double-teaming a younger companion, fat strap-ons sawing in and out of her as she screamed her lust out across the sand.
Florence decided to take a quick swim before she really got working on her tan, such as it was. She jogged down the beach, running into the surf and diving under the first swell of the waves. She swam out a bit, until her feet couldn't touch anymore, and tread water, bobbing up and down in the gentle movement of the ocean. Florence could see the beach house rising above the barrier dune, just above one of the paths down to the sand. A deep feeling of contentment, of rightness, came over her and a huge smile cracked her face before she dove back under the water and swam towards the beach.
She came up out of the waves with a gasp. The cool water felt great on her skin, and her little bikini left essentially nothing to the imagination. Her fat nipples and puffy areola were standing out proudly in her mesh top, and if you looked close enough her gumball clit was clearly visible against the fabric of her bottoms. Florence slicked her hair back and smiled, strutting her stuff as she made her way out of the surf to return to her family.
A pair of joggers were coming down the beach in her direction, two nearly identical pumped up blonde bimbos in tiny little work out shorts and sports bras that barely contained their beachball tits. One of them looked just slightly older than the other. Mother and daughter, or sisters maybe? It was impossible to tell. They slowed to a walk as they approached Florence, coming to a halt as the three of them intersected.
"Hi," The older one said. "I'm Jordan, this is my daughter Katy."
"Hello, I'm Fl--" Florence was interrupted when the younger woman, Katy, reached out and pinched a stiff nipple. "Oh! Uh, mmm." She could only bite her lip as Katy groped her.
