The next day, we decided to visit Hugh Town to buy essentials and to collect my possessions from the flat I had rented. With my suitcase packed and groceries purchased we returned to the motorboat in the harbour for the return journey to what had become our home on Samson.
I smiled at John as I broke the silence. "It's funny John, you brush up quite nicely when you are not naked."
John chuckled and blushed slightly, his hand coming up to his chin in a gesture of mock self-consciousness. "Well, I do have to admit that there's something quite liberating about being au natural on our island." He winked at me, and the mood between us grew lighter, the tension from our earlier encounter dissipating like the fog on the horizon.
Just as John and I were about to cast off, this young woman walked up to the edge of the quay. "Hi dad, any chance of a lift? I thought it would be good to spend some time with you as I haven't seen you for a while."
"Oh, hello darling," John responded. "Of course, you are always welcome and this is Steven. We met a few days ago, and he's good company and has spent a few days on Samson as my guest."
Rachel looked at me with a knowing smile beaming across her face and I felt a sense of guilt, suspecting she knew she knew I wasn't simply good company.
"Nice to meet you, Steven. I see you found my father on his lonely island. Are you an artist too?
"Not yet but I think I have become your father's muse though, if that makes sense," I responded with a suppressed chuckle.
"Yep, that makes sense but hold that thought whilst I get onboard," she replied.
The ride back to Samson was filled with the hum of the motor and the occasional laughter as John recounted tales of his daughter, Rachel, who had inherited his love for the sea. She had a wild streak, he said, and a spirit that was as untamed as the waves. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, knowing that she had been a part of this world that was now so new to me.
As we approached the jetty, Rachel took the helm, her confidence and ease with the boat surprising me. She was a vision of youthful vitality, her hair whipping in the wind as she steered us through the choppy waters. John sat next to me, his hand on my thigh, a silent declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down my spine.
The cottage was just as we had left it, a testament to the fact that we had been the only inhabitants of this remote part of the island. Rachel helped us unload the groceries, her eyes lingering on the canvas John had painted of me, naked sitting in the sand on the shore. "It's beautiful," she said softly, a hint of something unspoken in her tone.
John's gaze met mine, and we shared a knowing look. "It's a gift," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "One that I'm happy to share with both of you."
The evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, Rachel's youthful exuberance a delightful counterpoint to John's more solemn musings. We shared stories of our lives, our pasts, and our hopes for the future. The whiskey flowed freely, and the fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across our faces as we grew more comfortable with each other.
As the night grew late, Rachel excused herself to go for a swim. John watched her go with a fond smile, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and something else I couldn't quite pinpoint. When she was out of earshot, he turned to me. "You know, she's never seen me like this before. Happy, I mean."
I reached for his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I'm happy to be a part of it," I said, and meant it. "But you never mentioned you had a daughter."
"Like you Steven, I led a conventional life before I embraced my sexuality which came about after the passing of my wife. Rachel was a product of our union but with her passing, I felt a release to follow my road, and Rachel has always been supportive of my journey."
"That's nice and I'm pleased you have that bond. It must be something very special."
As John and I watched his daughter enter the sea, John replied, "Yep she is very special and an enlightened person."
Rachel's swim was a reminder of our earlier intimacy, the coolness of the night air making my skin prickle with desire. John and I watched her, our eyes meeting, a silent understanding passing between us. This was our place now, our sanctuary where we could be free to explore our feelings without the judgment of the outside world.
Rachel emerged from the sea, her skin glistening in the moonlight, a vision of beauty that took my breath away as she walked up the beach naked. John and I watched her as she wrapped a towel around herself, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she joined us by the fire.
"You two seem quite...comfortable," she said, her tone light and teasing. "How long have you guys been having fun?" she asked.
John's hand tightened around mine, and I felt his leg press against my own. "We're just getting to know each other better," he replied, his voice steady. "A few days now and for some unknown reason, there is a bond between us that...we can't explain. It just feels as if we have been searching for each other a long time and now...it feels right."
Rachel studied us for a moment before nodding. "I can see that," she said, her smile growing. "It looks a bit like, love I'm seeing so, I'm going to turn in for the night leaving you lovers to get to know each other better. Goodnight."
As she disappeared into the cottage, John leaned over to kiss me, a kiss that was filled with promise. "I think she approves," he murmured.
The warmth of John's hand was the only thing grounding me as I could feel his love for me, a love that was as vast and uncharted as the sea itself. And then, John's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, his cock growing hard against my thigh pressing through his shorts. "I want you."
"You are such a naughty man," I responded. "You should know better," I teased him playfully.
"Me, naughty, I don't think so. You’re the naughty one, so come here and bend over my knees, I want to spank you."
John's words, though spoken playfully, had a commanding undertone that sent a thrill through my body. I was a little surprised by his sudden turn to dominance but found myself drawn to it, feeling the same thrill, I had when we followed the mysterious lights into the sea. Without hesitation, I positioned myself over his lap, feeling the coarse fabric of his shorts against my skin as he adjusted me to his liking pulling my fresh tighty whities down my legs.
The first smack was firm and stinging, the sound echoing through the quiet night. Rachel's footsteps had long faded away, leaving us alone with our desires. The second blow was followed by a moan from me, and John's hand caressed my reddening flesh, his calloused palm a stark contrast to the softness of my skin. The pain was exhilarating, a reminder that we were alive and together in this wild place.
John leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Ready for your surprise?" His voice was low and filled with anticipation. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. He reached into a bag on the floor beside him and pulled out a sleek black object that glinted in the flickering light.
"It's a prostate massager," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've heard amazing things, and I want to show you just how good it can feel. Look, it has a bulbous shaft and realistic head designed to massage your prostate with every thrust and it can be secured with a double cock and ball ring to make you last longer while keeping it in place.”
All I could say was "Wow," the word barely a breath escaping my lips. The reality of what John was suggesting hit me, and my cock grew even harder, standing tall against my stomach. He chuckled at my reaction, his hand stroking my back gently.
"Stand up a minute my love," he ordered, and I climbed off his knees as he fed my cock and balls through the appropriate rings. He then pulled me back down over his knee as he applied some lube and gently inserted it until it was fully in place.
The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a strange mix of pressure and excitement. John's hand was firm but gentle as he turned on the massager, the vibrations setting my body alight. The bulbous head was nestled snugly against my prostate, and with each pulse, I could feel it pushing against the sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through me.
John lifted me and turned me around with his arms wrapped around me as I sat on his lap, his erection pressing against my back, his warm breath in my ear. "Relax," he murmured, his hand moving to gently pinch my nipples. "Let it take you, let it show you what you've been missing."
I leaned into him, my body trembling as he pinched my nipples, his other hand playing with my pubic hair and balls. The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that built with every pulse. The coolness of the device combined with the warmth of his touch was intoxicating, a symphony of sensations that had me gasping for air.
John's hands moved to the base of the prostate massager, controlling the intensity of the vibrations. The world outside the cottage ceased to exist, our reality narrowing down to the two of us and the rhythmic pulse of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm approaching, a tidal wave that was going to consume me, but something held it at bay, keeping me on the edge.
Then, through the haze of pleasure, I heard it. A faint sound, like the soft tread of footsteps on the sand outside. My eyes snapped open, and I realised Rachel had not gone to bed. She was standing behind us, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and arousal as she watched us. John had noticed too, his movements faltering for a brief second before he leaned in to kiss me again, more urgent this time.
"Can I watch?" Rachel's voice was like a siren's call, sweet and seductive. John looked over my shoulder, his eyes locking with hers. For a moment, I felt like an intruder, like I was interrupting a private moment between them. But then Rachel took a step forward, her bare feet silent on the wooden floorboards, and the look in John's eyes told me that she was a welcome addition.
Rachel's nakedness was a revelation. Her skin was like alabaster in the flickering firelight, her curves as alluring as the mysterious lights we had followed into the sea. She settled into the sun chair, her legs spread slightly, giving us an unobstructed view of her pussy. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hard with arousal.
John's hand never left my nipples and balls, his playing becoming more deliberate as Rachel's gaze locked onto the scene. "You can do more than just watch if you wish," I murmured, my voice thick with lust.
Rachel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she moved her hand towards her lady garden.
Her fingers slid through her slick folds, her eyes never leaving John's face as she touched herself. The sight of his daughter watching us was both thrilling and unnerving, but John's grip on my nipples and balls tightened, his movements growing more erratic as he watched her. Rachel's hand moved faster, her breathing shallow as she watched her father's hands manipulate my body into a state of ecstasy.
The tension by the fire grew the air thickening every second around us. Rachel's eyes were glazed with desire, her cheeks flushed as she watched John's ministrations with rapt attention. "I bought this with me thinking I might need some personal time, but I guess sharing the moment will be acceptable," she announced as she produced her vibrator. It was long and thick and already lubricated with her juices as she inserted it into her, turning it on once fully inserted.
John leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear as he whispered, "You know what she's like, Steve. She loves to watch, to learn." His voice was low, filled with a hunger that was both primal and all-consuming. "I think she will like what she sees?"
The vibrations from the massager grew more intense, the rhythm matching Rachel's own as her hand worked her vibrator in and out of herself, her moans a sweet symphony to our own. John's fingers played with the ring on the base of the device, adjusting the speed and depth of the vibrations, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Rachel's eyes were on us, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she watched her father pleasure me. Her hand moved faster, the wet sounds of her self-love mingling with the crackling of the fire. Her thighs quivered her body a canvas of desire painted by the firelight.
John's hand moved to the base of the massager, his thumb pressing down firmly as he increased the speed. I could feel the climax building within me, my body tightening like a spring ready to be released. Rachel's eyes never left us, her pleasure reflected in her flushed cheeks and the way her breasts heaved with each breath.
The pressure was unbearable, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body that seemed to originate from my very core. Rachel's eyes held a challenge, a silent dare to give in to the pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm me. I could feel John's arousal, his cock hard and insistent against my back.
The moment hung in the balance, suspended in time. The fire crackled, the waves whispered outside, Rachel's breath hitched, and John's grip tightened. And then, with a cry that was part pleasure, part pain, I came, my body arching as the orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. The prostate massager did not let up, the vibrations continuing to pulse through me as John held me tightly whilst my cock shot cum out of the tip landing two or three feet in front of me on the sand. Rope after rope of cum and prostate juice shot forward as I climaxed in a way I had never experienced before.
Rachel's eyes were bright with excitement as she watched us, her climax approaching. She bit her bottom lip, her hand moving in a blur as she pushed herself over the edge, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. The sandy patio was filled with the sounds of our shared pleasure, a testament to the unconventional bond that had formed between us on this wild, untamed evening.
As we came down from the high, Rachel set aside her toy, walking over to us with a grace that belied her arousal. She knelt beside us, her hand reaching out to touch my face, her fingertips leaving a trail of warmth. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice husky. "For sharing this with me."
John looked down at me, his eyes filled with something that was both fiercely possessive and incredibly tender. "You're welcome, darling," he said, his voice a low rumble. "This is what family is about, supporting each other in every way."
We sat there, the three of us, in a silent embrace as the fire burned low. The mysterious lights of the Isle of Scilly danced outside a silent witness to our love and our shared journey of self-discovery.
"Now," John said, his voice filled with mischief, "It's my turn to have a climax, having watched you two driving me mad. Steven, you are mine and I’m going to take you."
He lifted me with surprising ease, considering the intensity of the pleasure I had just experienced. The coolness of the evening air kissed my skin as he turned me around and placed me on all fours on the sand. Rachel's gaze was unwavering, her eyes dark with desire as she watched her father strip off his shorts, revealing his hard cock standing at full attention.
John knelt behind me, his warm hands running down my spine as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he parted my cheeks and removed the massager from my body as he lined up the tip of his cock with my still-pulsing hole. Rachel's breath hitched as she watched her father guide himself into me, his cock sliding in with a smoothness that spoke of our shared intimacy.
With each stroke, John claimed me, his body moving with a rhythm that my lover controlled. Rachel's eyes never left us, her hand moving to her pussy again as she watched her father's cock disappear and reappear with each thrust. The sight of her touching herself was more erotic than any pornography, a raw and real testament to the beauty of human sexuality.
John's strokes grew deeper, his grip on my hips tightening as he sought to bury himself inside me completely. Rachel leaned back in her chair, her legs spread wide, her hand working in time with her father's movements. The sound of our bodies coming together was the only music we needed, a symphony of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by our mingled gasps and groans.
The sensation of John inside me was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that was heightened by Rachel's presence. The vibrations from the massager were still echoing through me, making me sensitive to every touch. Rachel's eyes were like...
