Untamed Passion

THE METAMORPHOSIS OF DADDY’S TOMBOY

Amelia had always been close to John Coulter. Even when he had first become her stepfather she had followed him around everywhere he went. She loved to watch his strong hands as they worked with wood or as they repaired lights and switches and plumbing. She was a bright child and she soaked up his knowledge like a sponge. They had fished together and hunted together, almost as if she was his son as her mother despaired of

ever curing her daughter of her tomboy ways.

John was the head of maintenance for a very large hotel, and he was so good at it that many of the regular customers knew and liked him. The hotel also managed a string of condos along the beach, which gave John opportunities to make a little cash along with his regular paycheck.

“I’m telling you John,” Arthur Devlin said, “It needs some work, a couple of week’s worth at least, but I got it so cheap I wasn’t worried about it.

Land is cheap enough in Costa Rica, but this was an estate sale and the place is so far off the beaten path that I was the only one bidding on it.”

“So you want me to fix the place up on my vacation time?” John asked him.

“I’ve arranged a shipment of supplies that even you can’t work through in two weeks,” Arthur said, “You can hire whoever you like, I’ll be sending you down in the company jet…you can even take your family. The power’s there, but until you get the wiring checked out it’s going to be pretty primitive…but the money’s as good as you could get for a two week project John. Eight thousand for the two weeks, out of which you’ll have to feed

and pay whoever you hire to work with you. If you complete the job in two weeks, there’s a two thousand dollar bonus…that should make a helluva dent in Amelia’s college tuition.”

“I’ll be there,” John told him, and they shook hands on the deal.

‘It’s a tropical paradise Linda,” John said, “you’ll love it and it will make a wonderful vacation.”

“John, I’ve already told you…if you and Amelia want to spend your vacation in a musty old shack, getting dirty and covered with sawdust and paint, have at it! I’m going to stay right her in my air conditioning with my hot water and my television.” His wife glared at him. “That’s the last I have to say about the matter John Coulter.”

“Mom was really pissed, wasn’t she?” Amelia asked her Daddy as they rode in the stiffly sprung Land Rover that Arthur’s company had provided them. John looked over at his stepdaughter fondly, struck once again by how much she had changed since he first saw her. She had her long dark hair tied to one side in a ponytail, and her blue eyes sparkled in the tropical sunlight. Denim cutoff shorts and a blue chambray work shirt looked

almost elegant on her leggy, slender frame, and as he watched her looking at him, her unfettered breasts bobbled beneath the thin worn chambray.

Dammnit! He’d asked Linda to have a word with her about running around braless when they were working…as beautiful as Amelia was, it was hard

enough to concentrate on his work, not to mention the very undaddylike thoughts her careless dress inspired in him. Sometimes he wished that Linda’s lectures on being ladylike had taken a little better hold on Amelia.

“Daddy, it’s gorgeous!” The cottage was not as small as Arthur had hinted, but from the looks of it, it was in better shape than Arthur had intimated.

An hour’s inspection proved John’s first impression correct. It would take a few days to correct the wiring, but John could use a temporary distribution box for lights, fans, and a refrigerator. The three bedrooms needed a coat of paint as did the outer walls and the white picket fence. Other than that, it looked as if John had lucked out. John made the temporary connections

while Amelia lugged their things in from the Land Rover.

There was no power to the water heater, and wouldn’t be until John had time to go over the wiring. It was this small detail that caused the first of John’s difficulties. The water pump was working, and the shower by the pool outside was the only place they could bathe other than the lagoon,

which was salt water. When Amelia was ready to dress for sleeping, she simply removed her clothes and stepped under the shower head outside, turning on the tepid water.

“Amelia!” John yelled, turning his head and looking away.

“Oh Daddy, don’t be such a prude, there’s nobody around for miles… nobody’s going to see me.”

Oh baby, he thought sadly, I’m not ‘nobody’ and I can see more of you than I’m supposed to. In spite of himself, he watched her soap her lovely breasts and her long slender legs, and he caught his breath when she turned and lathered up the bare area where he would have expected to see pubic hair.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

She was shaved and for some reason this made his erection stiffer and more painful.

She went inside the house with a towel wrapped around her head and

another wrapped around her fresh smelling body after giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He breathed deeply of the coconut scent of her body

wash. John told her he was going to sit for a while in the tropic night and sip on an ice cold local beer. He might have gone inside to sit under a

ceiling fan if he could have figured out how to hide his hardon.

He sipped his beer until it was almost too warm to drink, and then he poured out the dregs and went to get a fresh one from the refrigerator,

which was working just fine. The light was out in Amelia’s room, but her door was wide open, and he peeked inside to see if she was asleep yet. The light from the bright moon filtered through the open window and a slight breeze ruffled the curtains, which explained why she had left the door open. Even with the ceiling fan running it was too warm to sleep

comfortably in the room. The towels lay on the floor and Amelia lay on top of the sheets on the large bed…she was completely nude. He drained the beer on the way to the pool shower, where he stripped down and showered. The erection Amelia had caused refused to go down, and he finally stood in the moonlight under the running water and jacking off. When he came, it

was the biggest load from his cock in years.

Amelia stood in the window behind the windblown curtains. Her hand was busy between her widespread legs as she watched John soap down and

wash his hard strong body. When he turned in profile and began to jack off, Amelia’s eyes were riveted to the long thick shaft and her fingers began to probe inside her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit. When she came, her eyes rolled up in her head and she quietly uttered a single word.

“Daddy!”

She didn’t miss a single chance to flash him, and soon she was wearing a

sarong like the local women did in town. There were so many ways to wear the colorful rectangles. They could be formed into a wrap dress, a halter top, a skirt, a blouse, or whatever. The style Amelia liked best was a style she had seen when they took a morning off and went to the beach. There

she saw a very young girl with newly budding breasts wearing the sarong tied low on her hips with one thigh showing nearly to her groin. The girl wore no top and she noticed with satisfaction that John didn’t even get an erection the way he had when Amelia flashed him.

It took her almost a week to work up the nerve, but she only had another day or so before John hooked up the main power service and then they’d be showering with hot water inside the house. John had waited as usual, until he thought Amelia was asleep before stripping down to shower out by the pool. When she looked out her window she saw that he was erect as usual, and she tied her sarong very low on her hips as she’d seen the native girl do hers, and then she’d crept silently out to the shower.

John was rinsing the shampoo from his dark wavy hair when he felt a firm soft hand close around his penis. He smelled the coconut scent and his

erection swelled even larger in her hand. “Baby this is so wrong,” he said weakly.

“Not for me it isn’t,” Amelia said as she sank to her knees in front of him. The moon was not full as it had been that first night, but the starlight was just as good since there were no artificial lights to dim their night vision.

Amelia moaned with pleasure as she took his hard cock into her mouth. It was not her first blowjob by a long shot, but it was one she had truly wanted to give. The clean man smell of him filled her nostrils as John wove his fingers in her long dark hair, which was wet for the second time that night.

He fucked her mouth gently, almost reluctantly as she took more and more of his cock into her throat. Her loving moans told him more than he really wanted to know. When he tried to warn her that his orgasm was coming

she stubbornly refused to take her mouth off him or turn her head away, and her throat muscles writhed around his thick shaft, milking the thick frothy

cum from his cock.

“Baby,” John started in an anguished voice.

“Stop Daddy,” Amelia said sternly. “I’ve waited for years to do this, and this two weeks away from Mom may be the only chance I ever get to show you how much I really love you. There’s only a week left and I refuse to waste another minute of it.” It was a long, and for John, an astonishing

speech. “I watched you out here every night, masturbating and thinking of me, so don’t pretend to me that you don’t really want me. Daddy, I don’t give a damn what other people think, but I’d never do anything to

embarrass you or Mom…so don’t begrudge me this one week.”

He held her then, pulling her close, loving the glorious feel of her perfect breasts against his bare chest and her firm hands on the hard cheeks of his ass. They went to his bedroom, where she dropped her sarong and blowdried her hair as John brushed it for her. When it was dry he laid her

back on the crisp white sheets and she opened herself willingly to his newly swollen cock.

John centered the head of his cock on the entrance to her pussy, his big glans brushing against the hard nubbin of her clit. Amelia writhed beneath him, wanting to feel his hardness inside her. “Fuck me Daddy,” she

whispered, “I need you inside me.” Unable to contain himself any longer, he plunged deep inside his stepdaughter, and they lost themselves in the delicious union.

John awakened to the smell of coffee perking and of bacon and eggs. He walked into the kitchen and watched Amelia setting the table and finishing her preparations by bringing a bowl of fresh picked fruit from the back yard. He watched her graceful movements and wondered why any woman would wear another garment when she had one of the beautifully printed

cotton sarongs to drape gracefully over her hips. Amelia’s rosy tipped breasts barely jiggled when she walked, and her hard flat belly was such an erotic sight that he found himself swelling inside the cargo shorts he wore. She brought him a cup of coffee and set a plate in front of him. He waited until both cup and plate were settled before reaching for her and pulling her onto his lap. Their kiss was sweet and lingering, and his palm gently

cupped one beautifully shaped breast.

“No doubts, no regrets?” she asked quietly. “I love you too baby girl,” he answered.

“Then fuck breakfast,” she giggled, loosening the knot on her sarong and letting it fall to the floor. She knelt and unfastened his shorts, leaving them puddled around his ankles. Standing upright her shapely ass was directly in front of his face and he kissed it before she sat down on his lap. With her hand between her legs, she guided his manhood into her moist heat and

sighed as she settled on him. There was no need for foreplay, she was ready for him. He cupped her breasts and felt the muscles of her ass play against his legs. Amelia was tight, so very tight and her inner heat was volcanic. He wanted to hold back, to prolong her pleasure, but it was no use. He felt his cum rise from a spot near the base of his spine, and his cum shot from the tip of his engorged cock with the force of a much younger man’s

ejaculation. Amelia cried out her pleasure as the thick viscous fluid bathed her cervix.

They made it to the bed, their mouths exploring the nooks and crannies of each other’s bodies. John’s tongue explored places on Amelia’s sweet young body that he had never dreamed of putting his mouth on before.

Amelia started at the nape of his neck and kissed her way down to the crack of his ass, and then spread his ass cheeks and tongued his ass, a first for

John that was as wildly exciting as it had been surprising. John sucked her toes, something else he had never even thought about, and apparently

Amelia apparently found the sensation very much to her liking.

John found himself lying on his back with his face buried in Amelia’s pussy while she fucked his cock with her soft sweet mouth. When he spread her

ass cheeks and raised his head to explore her ass, Amelia squealed and wriggled. Her response was to drive her head down on his shaft until her

lips encircled the base. To John, the sensation was electrifying. He reached for one breast with a firm hand and her naked back with his free hand, pulling her tight to him as she sucked his cum down. She nearly choked trying to swallow him while she was experiencing her own orgasm.

“I don’t want to go home,” Amelia pouted.

“I don’t either baby girl,” John said, holding her close. They were both wearing travel clothes and neither of them were comfortable. “I don’t either.”