2 comments/ 29670 views/ 2 favorites Weekend at the Lake By: Georgepat It was the weekend of the Forth of July and I was alone as usual. I had been invited to a couple of parties, but really wasn't into the party scene anymore; at least not as much as I had been. I decided to take a cooler full of beer, along with some grilling food and stay at one of the cabins at Irish Lake's more picturesque locations. The cabin I had picked was off the road about seventy-five feet and surrounded by tall white pines and yellow locust trees. Mountain laurel was still in bloom and grew profusely from small patches of soil on the rocks nearby the cabin, their flowers bright pink in the sunlight. A narrow pebble beach bordered this part of the lake, composed of river jack in all sizes, shapes and colors. I unlocked the door of the cabin and to my dismay, discovered that the air conditioner didn't work. There was no one to call, being a holiday, so I made the decision to just pitch the small tent that I always carry behind the seat in my truck, and enjoy my week end. I pitched my tent and then made a fire ring for later that evening. I dragged a few dead limbs that I found nearby, closer to where I'd need them. It was hot as hell, even in the shade and had removed my shirt. Being an older man, I don't have six pack abs. I have closer to twelve-pack abs, but because of my size, I carry my weight well. I backed my truck beside the tent so that I could use the tailgate for a table, if I needed to. I took my cameras out of the truck and was cleaning the lenses when I heard the sound of a car pull off the road and stop. "Shit!" I heard a female voice exclaim, and then the sound of a car door slamming shut. She walked into view from around my truck and looked down at me. The sun was filtering through the tree branches above her head causing her long blond hair to have a golden shine around it, almost like a halo. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans that were so tight, that I didn't see how she could have put them on; and a much too small halter-top, which did little to hide her large breasts from my approving view. She was probably in her early twenties, but it was had to tell from my vantage point. "Mister?" She asked. "I know that you got here first, but this is the best swimming spot on the lake and I drove a long ways to get here. Would you mind if I went swimming for a while?" "No, I don't mind at all." I replied, "In fact, I'd be glad to have the company." "What are you, a photographer?" she asked, seeing my cameras. "Not really, I'm just a guy that likes to take pictures." I said. "What do you take pictures of?" She asked. "Anything and everything." I said, smiling up at her. "Tell you what," she said, "You're nice enough to let me swim here, so if you want, you can take some pictures of me while I'm swimming." "Yeah, sounds like a deal, thanks." I said. "Would you like a beer first?" "No thanks, not right now, but I'll sure have one later if that's ok?" "That will be fine." I said. She walked to the edge of the lake and kicked her sandals off, then walked out until the water was up to her knees. She turned around and beckoned me to follow. I walked to the little beach, put my camera to my eye and then started to take pictures of her. She was completely uninhibited as I shot photo after photo of her cavorting in the lake. At one point, having slipped on a rock, she hollered and then fell completely down in the water. She came up sputtering and spitting and laughing. Her top was wet, hugging her large breasts and her nipples stood out proudly. I took several close-up shots of her and she just smiled and laughed and played to the camera. Her long hair was hanging down in streams of light gold and I jokingly asked if she would take her top off and pose for a few "mermaid" shots. To my great surprise, she did! Her breasts were magnificent; round and firm, with no sag that I could detect. Her nipples were hard as the pebbles lying at our feet. I just stood there and watched her in amazement. "Are you going to take those pictures or what?" She joked. Jolted back to reality, I took a dozen more photos of her as she would dip into the water and then rise quickly, the water cascading off her body. I didn't have to direct her; she knew exactly what she was doing. "Do you think you have enough?" She asked. "Yeah, that was great, thanks." "I'll have that beer now," she said as she walked from the water and headed back to my truck. "You're going to join me, aren't you?" "Yeah, I'm overdue for one. Do you want a towel?" I asked. "No, I have one in my car and I need to grab my t-shirt too." She stood in front of me, gently patting the water from her body and then combed her wet hair. She reached for and unfastened the top button on her cut offs, then stopped and looked at me. "Here I am, standing half naked in front of you and it just dawned on me, I don't even know your name." She said. "Damn, I'm sorry," I said, "I was kind of distracted earlier, with your swimming and all. My name is Don Taylor." "It's nice to meet you, Don, my names Sarah, Sarah Johnson." I offered my hand to her and she took it and squeezed lightly. I tried not to show my disappointment as she slipped a t-shirt over her head and covered her tits. The shirt came down just below the swell of her ass and she turned around and with great effort, pulled her wet shorts down. From my spot, sitting on the cooler, I had one hell of a show as she struggled out of them. Her wet panties were completely transparent and in addition to seeing her ass, I saw the beginnings of her pussy; enough to see that she wasn't shaved. Before she turned back around and caught me staring so blatantly at her ass, I stood and grabbed two beers out of the cooler; popped the top on one and handed her the other as she finished smoothing her t-shirt down over her ass. "Thanks," she said as she took the beer and sat on a small stump beside the fire ring, "I really appreciate you letting me swim here, Don. I live on the other side of the county and just wanted to get away for a couple of days." "No, I'm the one that should thank you," I replied, "It's not often that I get to see such a nice, ah... such a sight." "Well, I thought you looked safe enough and besides, it was kind of exciting. I've always had a thing about showing my tits and sometimes, even my ass to complete strangers. To tell you the truth, Don, it really turns me on. "But right now, I just want to kick back, relax and have a good time," she said, as she turned her beer up and took several swallows. We sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, drinking our beers; each lost in our own thoughts. The sun had dropped lower in the sky and cast our camp into deepening shade. The temperature dropped a few degrees and I noticed that her nipples were standing at attention once more. We drank a few more beers, and chatted about this and that. I was feeling comfortable with her presence and I thought she felt the same about me. It had been eighteen months since my wife died and this was the first time I was actually enjoying myself and the company of a woman; a much younger woman at that. I saw her glance at her watch and then at me. She finished the beer she was drinking and stood up. "Well, Don, I guess I had better be on my way." She said. "Thanks again for letting me swim." "You don't have to leave if you don't want too, Sarah," I said, "I've enjoyed your company." "I don't want to cramp your style or anything." She said. "Cramp my style?" I laughed, "Hey, I'm by myself. How the hell can you cramp my style? Come on, Sarah, at least stay for some hotdogs grilled over an open fire." "If you're sure you wouldn't mind, and I wouldn't be a bother, I'd love to stay." She said, smiling at me. We drank several more beers, ate two hotdogs apiece, and thus sated, we continued. "We have some light left; would you like to take some more pictures of me?" She said as she stood up and pulled her t-shirt off. Her panties had dried but I could still see her dark bush through them. "Well, with me being such a dirty ole man, hell, yes!" I shouted and grabbed my camera. "I told you," she said, as her tits fell into my view again and for the first time in a very long time, I felt my cock respond as it was supposed too. "This shit really turns me on." She walked to the back of my truck and sat on the tailgate, then leaned back and thrust her breasts forward. "How's this?" She asked. "Great, simply spectacular." I responded. She kept the same pose but pulled her legs up and rested her heels on the tailgate and then spread her knees wide. Her white panties were pulled tight across her pussy; so tight, that I could see her sex lips pressing against the thin cloth. I also noticed that there was a wet spot starting to appear and with each new pose, grew larger, until her crotch was soaked and once again, transparent "I guess these panties aren't doing a very good job of hiding my pussy, are they?" She said, as she touched herself between the legs. "Well, no, their not, but I'm sure enjoying the view." I told her as I continued to shoot photos. "If you liked that view, check this out." She said as she slowly slipped her panties off and casually tossed them on the tailgate. "God, I told you I get off doing this, I'm soaking wet. She stood there a few minutes and watched my reaction to her total nudity, smiling at the stunned look on my face. She turned around and bent over and then pulled her ass cheeks apart. "You like this view, Don?" I was staring right into her snatch, her juices glistening on her meaty pussy lips. She shook her ass from side to side and then stood up and placed one leg on the tailgate and told me to move so that I could shoot both her tits and pussy from below. I moved over to her and squatted, my face just a few inches from her spread pussy. I set the camera for a close up shot and just as I pushed the shutter, a drop of her nectar dripped off her labia and fell. I shot several more and could see that she was clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles, and each time more of her wetness seeped out. I was so close to her that I could smell her heady aroma. My cock had become so stiff that it was causing me discomfort and I had to stop and stand up to arrange it in my jeans. "Are you having a little problem there, Don?" She asked, as I had my hand stuffed into my jeans. "No,... well,... yes, I am, now that you mention it." I said. "Let me ask you a question, Don?" "Ok, what?" "Do you like looking at me?" "Of course I do, what man wouldn't?" I replied. "You must think I'm a slut for posing like this." "I'm not in the habit of judging people, Sarah," I said, "I think that you're a very nice looking young woman with a great body and enjoys being an exhibitionist. I sure as hell don't have a problem with that. In fact, if the truth be known, I'm about as excited as I've been in a very long time." "Yes, I can see that you are," she said laughing, and then placed her hand on my leg, rubbing gently. "And I think we better do something about it." I'm sure that if awards were ever given for having the most dumbfounded look, I would have been in the running for first or second place. I could not believe that this was actually happening. I had fanaticized about something like this many times, but then, I'm sure that most of the men in the world had too. She pulled me closer to her and tilted her head back, waiting for my kiss. I leaned forward and placing my hands on either side of her head, kissed her deeply. She moaned, deep in her throat and her hands found the snap on my pants. I felt her unzip them and pull them down my legs. My swollen cock, suddenly freed from the tight constraints of my pants, stuck out straight and proud. She placed her hand around it and started to slowly jack me off. Never breaking our kiss, I cupped her breast and felt the soft weight of it in my hand. I teased the nipple, lightly pinching it between my fingers. She removed my other hand from her head and guided it to her pussy. I ran my fingers up and down her wet slit, pausing on each stroke to caress her clit and pull gently on it. Her hips thrust forward against my hand and I used that opportunity to slip two fingers into her hot and very wet pussy. She lay down across the tailgate and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip and then licking just under the head; God, it felt so good. "I'm going to cum, Sarah!" I moaned as I arched my hips, driving my cock deeper into her mouth. She jacked my cock faster and sucked harder as my fingers flew in and out of her pussy; her hips bucked twice and she came. I couldn't hang on any longer and cum spurted in a thick stream from my cock, filling her mouth completely. When our breathing had returned to normal, she sat up and smiled. "If you enjoyed that, just wait until tonight!" She said. Weekend at the Lake The day was hot, really hot. The kind of day where, if you weren't on the water, you were wasting your time doing anything else. We were blasting along Lake Pleasant, the inboard behind us spinning at high revs. Gary, at the wheel, was enjoying the feel of the warm air blowing through his hair as he stood looking over the windshield. My wife, Donna, in the open bow, was lying back on the cushions there, sunglasses in place, catching a few rays while trying to hold a big sun hat on her head, already topless and showing off her 36 DD's. Sipping a cold beer as he guided our 18-footer down the lake, Gary occasionally pushed up his sunglasses as he looked for a suitable spot for an evening's angling. Donna hadn't wanted to go fishing with us, but he had coaxed her by telling her we could spend all of the next day water skiing ‒ one of Donna's favorite pastimes besides fucking. Gary looked down at Donna in front of him in the bow, about to ask her if she needed more sunblock, when his thoughts went back to this afternoon in the truck on the way to the lake. Gary had been enjoying an erotic dream and had an accompanying erection in the back seat of our truck. As he became aware of his erection, he also became aware of a very pleasurable feeling. Looking down the length in his shorts, he noticed, as he had felt, Donna's hand stroking him through the material. "You know," she said, as she smiled at him from her seat next to him, "a man's erection must be always promptly dealt with!" Watching his face, Donna continued running her hand over Gary's erection, knowing she was turning him on ‒ which was just as well, because she was hot and horny and was looking forward to a little pre-boating entertainment. For his part, Gary just lay back and let Donna's fingers wander over him, enjoying the sensation. "You, know, that feels pretty incredible!" he said. "Too bad the shorts seem to dull the sensation a little. There must be some way we could improve things." Donna was way ahead of him. "I know exactly how to improve things!" Donna probed into his mouth with her tongue as Gary rolled his eyes up to look at her breasts, which were swinging free. He then reached up and cupped Donna's breasts in his hands, fondling them and rolling the nipples with his fingertips. Donna moaned into his mouth then moved to kiss his chest. As she kissed her way down his chest, Gary began sucking on her nipples. Donna then began kissing her way further down his body to his belly button, which she stopped to lick, and then undid his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. As she reached his penis, she spread her legs to straddle Gary's head. Donna pulled Gary's thick foreskin back and began to slowly lick her way around the head of his penis. Gary was lying back, enjoying the view of Donna's pussy when, down below, she took him into her mouth. Gary moaned as her lips fastened around his shaft and she began sucking him. He reached to fondle Donna's breasts, which elicited a muffled moan from around his shaft. From the rearview mirror, I couldn't help but notice, as Donna began bobbing up and down on his shaft that her pussy was getting nice and wet. Spread wide, I could see moisture on the lips and her clitoris peeking at me. Reaching back, Donna began lightly fingering herself, much to Gary's and my enjoyment. She ran a slim finger up and down her lips then gently inserted it into herself, probing. After some moments of pleasuring herself and Gary, Donna pulled her finger out of her pussy and motioned for Gary to take over, by curling her finger and pointing at her pussy. Gary was happy to oblige. He began kissing Donna's thighs then gently started kissing her pussy. As he ran his tongue up and down her lips, she cupped his balls and kept sucking. Gary said he could feel himself nearing an orgasm and he moved to Donna's clit, licking and sucking on it. His sucking had the effect he had hoped for, as Donna moaned again and sucked him harder as she ground against his mouth. With both nearing orgasm, they picked up their pace, Donna deep throating Gary as he quickly licked her clit. Finally, they both exploded, Gary shooting his cum into the back of Donna's throat and she gushing over Gary's face. As their orgasms racked their bodies, they slowed their oral fun until Donna, with one last long suck, then a lick, began kissing her way back up Gary's body. The memory of the afternoon's encounter had Gary in the midst of an erection once again, and he smiled with a secret enjoyment. Donna said, "What kind of a fishing spot are you looking for?" shouting over the engine noise. "We've been going this way for quite a while! Is one spot really better than any other?" Taking her hat off and sitting in the bottom of the boat, she moved across the bow seats until she was in front of the low-cut windshield in front of Gary. Her long blonde hair swirled around her stunning face. "You remember I said I didn't really want to go fishing?" she asked, now that she was closer to him. "Yeah, I remember, but do you remember I said we could ski all day tomorrow?" "Sure, " she said, as she pulled her thin bikini bottoms off and stood there naked. "But I can see by looking at your shorts that you're thinking of doing something else now." Her breasts were in all their glory before him, the afternoon sun shining down to highlight the vision. They bobbed gently as the boat bounced over a slight chop on the water. Then, as she stared at his crotch, she pressed her breasts against the hot glass of the windshield, flattening them against the glass, which made the nipples look like big targets in the middle of her areolas. Looking at this entirely new view of her, Gary's erection quickly reached its full eight inches and pushed against the thin material of his swim suit. Looking at his now full-size erection, Donna laughed and said, "I thought you wanted to use your fishing pole today?" "I do, but the beauty of this pole is that it's always handy and ready for use. There's no rigging or setting up, or anything." Donna got up and moved through the opening between the open bow windows to where Gary was standing at the wheel. Taking one hand from the steering wheel, she inserted herself between it and him. With the wheel rubbing against her ass as he steered, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Running her fingers through his short, brown hair, she probed his mouth with her tongue. "With these sunglasses on, I wouldn't know what you were thinking about," she said, pulling away to look at him. "But," she pushed against his erection, "Your fishing pole here tells me exactly what you're thinking about!" Moving her arms around Gary's waist, Donna pressed against him so her breasts were flattened against his muscular chest and his penis was pressed solidly against her belly. As they continued kissing and tonguing each other, Gary's hand moved to the throttle, where he eased it back a little. He was having a hard time concentrating on what was ahead on the water. As the boat slowed somewhat, Donna slipped a hand inside his swimsuit and wrapped her fingers around his penis. Gary pulled his mouth from hers as he noticed a floating tree in the water and had to steer around it. As he did so, Donna slipped the waistband of his suit under his penis, freeing it from the confines of the material. Then with both hands, she pushed the flimsy material down his waist a little and from there it fell to the deck. With Gary's firm six-foot two body now fully naked under the hot sun but for his sunglasses, Donna wrapped the fingers of one hand around his penis once again and cupped his balls with the other. Gary took a hand from the wheel to alternately fondle her breasts as she began slowly stroking him and fondling his balls. Enjoying the sensation of hot sun, speed, the bouncing boat and sexual contact, neither noticed a ski boat approaching, throwing up a wake as a quite talented skier performed a few tricks. As the other boat drew closer, no doubt so the skier could show off, Gary and Donna turned to look at a group of teenagers, who, as the boat sped by, were all watching the erotic action between my wife and our friend. The boat roared away and Gary opened the throttle once again. Shooting across the lake again, we noticed a small inlet which led to a calm cove where he had always had good luck fishing. As they slowed to move through the narrows, Donna slipped away from Gary and went to her beach bag, where she pulled out a bottle of sunblock. Moving behind him, she sat on the driver's seat, squirted the warm liquid in to her hands then began massaging it into the un-tanned skin of Gary's buttocks. "Can't have you burning to a crisp out here," she said. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to spank you." As Donna massaged the fluid into his buttocks, Gary pulled the throttle all the way back, shut down the engine and leaned on the windshield. Now in the middle of the quiet cove, the boat rocked gently as Donna continued her work. Running a slippery hand up the crack of his ass, Donna announced she was all done and needed a little looking after herself. Moving back in front of the boat's steering wheel, she handed Gary the bottle and leaned back over the wheel against the windshield. Gary squirted the sunblock into his hands then began massaging it into Donna's chest. She had no bikini lines and Gary slowly worked the sunblock into her tanned skin, her breasts and her nipples. Cupping her hands between them, Donna said, "Give me some of that stuff." Gary squirted a large amount of the sunblock into her hands and went back to her breasts, now to stroke and fondle them and gently manipulate her nipples. Donna, her hands now dripping with sunblock, reached down and began working the liquid into his penis and balls. Pushing back the foreskin, she worked the sunblock around the head of his penis, then spread it over the smooth skin, gently squeezing and stroking as she did so. As she worked it around his balls, Gary moaned and Donna giggled. "We can't have you getting a sunburn on your fishing and fun pole. It would ruin our whole weekend." "That's true," said Gary, "But I think I've had enough of that." Running his hands up her legs to her thighs, he ran his fingers over her mound, and as Donna moaned with pleasure, he ran a finger through her slit, over the lips and lightly touched her clitoris. "Oh, God! " she gasped. "I need you to fuck me, right now!" "Gladly!" he said. "Come here!" Gary led her to the seats in the back of the boat where she kneeled on them and bent over their backs. He moved behind her. As Donna put her hands near the engine door, Gary slowly pushed his penis fully into her soaked pussy. As he began slowly fucking her, we noticed the other ski boat making its way into the cove. "Shit, it's those kids again!" said Gary. "What should we do?" "Do? Don't do anything. Just keep fucking me. It feels way too good to stop. Who cares if we give them a show!" As Gary went as deep as he could into Donna, I noticed the boatful of teens had slowed and stopped some distance away. I also noticed though, that all six of them, girls and boys, seemed to have a pair of binoculars. "Looks like you've got quite an audience now!" I said. "I don't give a damn!" moaned Donna as she looked over at the other boat and gave them the finger as Gary pounded her. "Just give me that wonderful cock of yours!" Gary kept his balance as the boat rocked and continued plunging into Donna, who met histhrusts with her own. After a few minutes, they could both feel they were nearing orgasm. Sweat was beading on Gary's forehead and running down his chest, while Donna put her fingers in the sweat between her breasts and massaged into her breasts. Her back, I noticed, now had a nice wet sheen to it. I knew Donna was almost ready to cum, because she had placed her hands on the seat back and was thrusting back against him, hard. Leaning to the side to watch Donna's breasts swinging as they fucked, Gary asked her if she was ready. Taking her quiet moan and nod as an answer, Gary took a firmer grip on her hips and began pounding into her pussy, from tip to balls, picking up speed again. Donna could only whisper yes, yes, yes. Finally, as they usually managed to do, they both came together, with Gary shooting his cum deep inside Donna. As he slowed his probing, they both moaned and panted from their exertions. With the blood now pounding through their bodies, they could hear the lapping of water against the hull, the moist sounds of Gary's penis easing itself in and out of Donna's pussy ‒ and laughter and whoops from the boatload of teens. As Gary pulled out of her, Donna said, "Take a bow, baby, you were incredible." "You too!" said Gary, as Donna straightened from her position over the boat seat. "Show those kids what a goddess looks like." Together, they turned to face the other boat and took a deep bow. Gary then moved behind Donna, fondled her breasts and reached a hand to her pussy to give the kids a show. Pushing his hands away from her, Donna held Gary and moved him back in front of her. Turning them both so they were side-on to the other boat, Donna then dropped to her knees and quickly stroked Gary to erection again. With him hard once more, she pulled him into her mouth and deep throated him several times. "I think that's enough of a show!" said Gary. As Donna popped off of his penis, he turned, took a couple of steps back to the wheel and punched the engine starter. As it roared into life, the other boat fired up and sped away, with the teens all waving at them. "I bet they'll have an interesting evening!" said Gary, watching them as they moved away. "I'm sure those boys have never seen a body like yours." "I bet they all have interesting wet dreams for years!" said Donna, laughing. "And I'm certain those girls have never had the chance to enjoy a fishing pole like yours." Weekend at the Lake This is a longer story than those I've written lately. It is not a love story, not an incest story, and not a gay story. Is it a story with a grain of truth in it? That is your call. For me, it is just a fantasy. Weekend at the lake I began loading the car with weekend essentials for a planned escape to the lake. I enjoy a trip there every three or four weekends just to unwind and be foolish for a couple days. My career is in college classrooms teaching college freshmen students their core communication courses. There is a toll that takes and escaping to the lake is how I find my inner deviant self. What a wonderful word deviant is. Our modern use of the word can mean anything from drunken nights on the shore all the way to sexual debauchery. I have cut back on excessive drunkenness; however, the other end of the spectrum is my ultimate goal. There are a couple neighbors at the lake with whom I would enjoy having a weekend of rampant sex. Maybe this weekend? The drive to my escape passes several neighborhoods in the southwest corner of the city where I live. Yet, in five minutes, I am out of town and just another five minutes away from sun, water, and weekend fun. How can people drive three or four hours to an escape and call it an escape? In ten minutes, I'm parked and within ten more minutes, I'm settled. The warm early fall weekend was perfect. There was a nice breeze that meant air conditioning wasn't necessary and all the open windows quickly helped freshen the place after a couple weeks being closed. In was in shorts and flip-flops in seconds. No shirt and no shoes required here. Hell, I'd go clothing optional if this lake area was undeveloped. I saw the neighbor kids swimming off their dock. On the other side were another neighbor, his wife, and their young baby having a swim. The baby loves jumping from the dock and into daddy's arms. Most neighbors won't get home until after the work day ends, leaving me a couple hours to just sit on the deck and soak up the last of the summer sun. We were already starting to have some cool nights. I decided to remain unmarried and unattached after my wife's tragic death five years ago. We had two children together and one still lives close enough that we see each other often. My daughter is a matchmaker trying to get me interested in one woman or another who "is just perfect for you." Each woman she introduces to me is intelligent, self-supporting, usually in fit condition, and, if nothing else, attractive. "You know, dad, if you ask, she'll stay the weekend with you." One fact that did not escape my daughter's observation, I am sexually alive and well. No incest here, we don't play that game. However, one embarrassing afternoon, she thought I was alone here and she walked in on me and my cute neighbor, the one with the little baby. To this day, I think the baby is mine so does the neighbor. Her husband is clueless. Now my daughter telephones before arriving. My phone rang and the caller ID said Sherry, my daughter. "Hi sweetheart, what's up? "Sherry explained she wanted to come visit for a couple hours and bring a friend along who say she and I know each other from our work at my college. It intrigued me that Sherry knows one of my workmates because I want to keep work and home separate. "Sherry, you know I keep work life and home life separate. Who are bringing and how did you get acquainted with her?" "Just deal with it, dad. You already like her and she thinks you are cute." There are very few women who fit the category of those I like and I narrowed it down to two. One is Marlina, in her late twenties, master degree, full time, and director of freshman studies in our department. We often talk as I bring my classroom concerns to her. Fortunately, the college where I teach has ombudsmen between faculty and students. The other is Mattie. Mattie is in her mid thirties and faculty partner. Mattie is developing her doctoral dissertation on a topic that parallels the research study I undertook for my doctorate. Mattie discovered an element of my study that she decided to test separately hoping to duplicate my results. My challenge to her is to expand the study and if she can refute the findings, she'll have a better project. "Okay, Sherry, I'll just wait for you two to get here. No, I have plenty supplies. Yes, I'm out in the sun. Okay, I'll take a shower. When will you be here?" Sherry gave me an hour, meaning in Sherry time, 30 minutes. I was hardly dry from my shower when I heard Sherry come in. "Hey, dad, we're here!" Fortunately, I had clean shorts on and was just pulling a shirt over my head. "Ooh, leave the shirt off," I heard another voice. The voice was neither Marlina nor Mattie. The voice was coming from Amber our office coordinator administrative person. Yes, correct, I like Amber for all the professional reasons and because she is such a happy person to be around. She manages faculty calendars and keeps us out of trouble when we miss mandatory meetings. Amber is younger, under 25, yet her office skills equal that of someone much older and more mature. Amber dresses very professionally and can disarm even the most forceful characters she encounters. Amber is also someone who is girl next door cute. ********** Let me begin sharing a little more about me. I am 50, not as active as I once was but still like to bike and jog. I have a little bit of plumpness around the stomach but I haven't gone completely fat. I'm just slightly taller than six feet two inches; a little gray in the hair and all my hair is still on my head. I am average as averages go and make no claims to being above average in any way. I peeled the shirt off and flung it back into the bedroom. Sherry was ready for some afternoon sun and Amber wore a thin airy beach top over a well-fitted bikini that accentuated her figure but was modest for a family neighborhood on a lake. "Hello, Amber. How is it you know Sherry?" "Hi, Doctor Hansen, I mean Steve. Amber told me to call you Steve, that's okay isn't it." "Yes, Miss Adams, I mean Amber. How is it you know each other?" "Dad, I knew Amber in school years ago. She was in my high school homeroom. When she told me about you at school, I had to tell her." The high school Sherry attended was an advance placement school. It drew kids from all over the city so not knowing of Amber or knowing her family was not unusual. Since I didn't hire Amber, her background wasn't something I checked into. "It is clear that you guys want the last rays of sun so why not take out the paddle boat and have some fun. If you ask, I bet Dan, next door would let you use his diving platform." Sherry smiled cunningly, "I know he is friendly and willing to share. Diving would be fun, as long as it doesn't get muffed up. I know you've never muffed a dive, dad." Amber didn't miss anything and saw the sly look Sherry gave me. No doubt hearing muff and diving in the same sentence was something she caught onto. "I used to dive a lot and it is easy to blow one," Amber added. Did she just give a knowing wink to Sherry? Off the girls went down to the shore and the parked paddleboat. Amber shed her beach wrap and both girls put their small bags of tanning lotions and towels in the boat as they pushed off. Watching them, seeing Amber in this new way gave me ideas that translated to building pressure in my shorts. I turned a lounge chair into the sun and watched the lake scene unfold. In the hot afternoon, families grilled on the shore, swam, walked around the lake saying hello to one another, and just had fun. This late in the summer and starting early fall day meant warm days were for fun. The forecast for tomorrow was cool and cloudy. ********** I heard the sound of my phone receiving a text message, picking up the phone; I saw the message from Sherry. "Amber wants to stay down longer. I have to go. You take her home?" I sent a short answer, "Yes." I wondered what time I'd take her home tonight, tomorrow, or Monday. Or was I reading too much into the message, she did tell me to leave my shirt off. The girls made their way back to the cabin after beaching the paddleboat with Sherry announcing she needed to shower before taking off. "You and Amber can chat for a few minutes while I clean up." Sherry was off to the bathroom. "I hope you don't mind me staying longer than Sherry, Steve. It is nice here, relaxing, and I feel really turned on by the whole scene." Amber spread her arms as if taking the lake into her embrace. She had a happy and carefree gleam in her eyes that said more about being turned on than just the lake. "Only if you don't mind hanging out with an old professor like me." "Oh, I don't think you're old Steve. I bet you can handle yourself with anyone, even me." The look in her eyes became more intense and her hidden meaning did not escape my hearing. I smiled at her choice of words, even me. "Yes, I try to keep fit." Amber had her beach robe on and the fabric seemed to float on her shoulders as she pranced around on the deck. She floated past me with an extended arm that made light contact with my back; I felt fingertips lightly brush my shoulder blades. Another pass and her fingers grazed my chest. When she came around again, I intercepted her hand and pulled her to a quick stop. Amber's demeanor changed a bit as her airy dance became interrupted. I think she was excited by me taking her hand as she spun her body into mine, her back against my chest, her butt against my groin, and her arm and mine wrapped over her shoulders and across her breasts. Soft skin against skin, firms mounds of breast under my touch, her tight strong butt muscles relaxing and contracting against my groin, there was no more hidden agenda. My cock reacted to her butt and my hand felt a nipple tighten under my palm. "At least wait until I leave," I heard Sherry giggle. With an audible sigh, Amber, barely audibly replied, "Then hurry up!" The smile on Sherry's face spoke more than a thousand words. I can only imagine their conversation on the paddleboat. Sherry was changed into shorts and t-shirt with her little tote packed. "I'll call you tomorrow, Sherry." My voice was weakening but still clear. In my wildest dreams there is no way I could imagine being set up like this by my daughter. Now it is up to me to fulfill the wild dreams not yet dreamt. ********** Sherry drove off and Amber whispered, "I feel something bothering you. Maybe we should go inside" "It is not a bother at all, Amber. In fact it feels very pleasant. Lets go in." Amber's beach robe hit the floor before the door closed and her bikini led a trail to the couch. My shorts hit the floor as Amber pushed me onto the couch. A blind man could see what was about to happen. A young horny woman wanted my cock in her and before I could settle, she settled down hard on my shaft. She wanted an aggressive fuck and I became the means of her end. The lust showed on her face and her body throbbed on my lap. The wetness between her legs and the tanning lotion on her skin made our body's slick. Amber's nipples were stiff swollen points at the apex of her perfectly shaped cones. I held her waste as she drove herself up and down on my cock. The message was clear, she was close to orgasm and nothing could forestall her on rushing cum. As I began meeting her thrust for thrust, Amber became louder and arched her back to an angle I thought impossible. She got more and more wet as if she was having a g-spot orgasm, she inhaled sharply and deeply, held her breath for several seconds, then finally screamed as every nerve ending in her body reacted to her cum. I drove my cock as deeply as possible and released my own flow of cum in hot jets of sperm. Amber jerked and shook more even though I held her forcefully on my lap. Our sexual connection was barely minutes old and already we hit an orgasmic high. In her post coitus bliss, Amber fell forward on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder, her warm breath exhaling on my neck. We remained silent simply enjoying the feel of out bodies resting against the other. My cock withdrew from her heated core, I felt our cum seeping onto my lap and pooling there. "Steve," I heard her whisper although she didn't continue. "Yes, Amber," is all I said waiting for to continue. "That felt, I can't explain, that was crazy. I came so hard on you." I wrapped one arm around her back and let my other arm reach the soft skin of her sweet tight butt. Cupping her butt in my open palm, I pulled tighter to me. "It can feel good some more if you want." "Can we shower first? I have to get all this oil washed off and I made you a mess." "Only because we were both willing to become a mess. There could be several showers this weekend." I felt Amber kiss my neck as my other arm drifted down her back so both hands held her butt. "The whole weekend," I heard her sigh. ********** Our shower was refreshing and sexually stimulating. Through sensual touch and the need to wash, we explored our bodies with long strokes of soapy hands and fingers. When we left the shower it was to fall directly onto the bed continuing our foreplay. We kissed and caressed, hugged and touched, and poked, pinched, and squeezed. The scent of Amber's musk increased my lust until I could no longer delay. Kissing my way down her body, I settled my lips on her mound slightly above the apex of he labia folds. My hot breath made Amber shiver more as she presented herself to me. With slow deliberate kisses, I plotted my course toward her tender opening. Around and around, I kissed and licked making us both wild with desire. Amber was climbing to another orgasm and as my tongue poked at her tender clit, her second orgasm released a rush of fluid that tasted like sweet nectar. I drank my fill until the flow stopped. Amber lay spent yet wanting more and I obliged. "Steve, I want to drink from your root." We moved into a side-by-side 69 with Amber engulfing me in her mouth even before we were settled. Her mouth and tongue sucked and licked. She sucked my whole length into her mouth. She was no expert sucker although her enthusiasm made the difference. I lay my head on her leg seeing her sweet cunt in my face. Her lips were swollen and red from our first fuck and my recent licking. I teased her gently blow a stream of my breath across her warm cum-wet labia. I inched my face closer to her center as her head bobbed up and down shaft. When my mouth and tongue made renewed contact with her vaginal opening, Amber took my shaft deeply in her mouth holding me there. As my tongue traced the length of her labia and found her tiny clit, Amber opened her mouth wide and took more of me into her. We both shivered from the sensations our tongues and mouths gave us. We careened with complete surrender toward another mutual orgasm. Amber's body tingled at my touch, my body responded to her. We became like one with lust and like one in pure sexual drive. We moaned equally as we felt our cum build. Amber's hips gyrated in rapid circles as she oozed her musk onto my tongue. When she drove her hips hard onto my face, she screamed and orgasmed. I was with her as my cock spent its built up pressure into her mouth and on Amber's face. My face and mouth, covered in her cum, and Amber's mouth and face covered with my cum gave complete testimony of our sexual abandon. Shifting to face each other, we fell into passionate licking of our cum from the others face while kissing and sharing the tastes of our juices. The eroticism of the moment fueled our lust for more and our bodies sought more sexual pleasure. ********** It has been a long time since I felt this sexually stimulated. Amber's young supple body, her manipulation of her body against me, her desire to satisfy me drove me wild. Even after two strong orgasms, I still felt ready and more than willing to satisfy her. "Steve! Of god, Steve, I want you again." Amber was already pushing her pelvis into my hips feeling my cock sliding against her legs and in the valley of her warmth. Amber moved into missionary position with a pillow doubled under her waist. She opened her legs to my continued view and lustful passion. The sight of her up turned pussy and the lust in her eyes told me she would not wait for me to enter her. My body moved over hers and felt a hand encircle my cock pulling me closer until I plunged swiftly into Amber's body. She cried out in a loud moan as her young tight pussy expanded around my cock. I pushed long into her and nestled deep without moving. I felt Amber use her vaginal muscles to grip me. I wanted this session to last and relaxed my pressure; Amber reacted with a sigh as she also relaxed. "No rush," she breathed. "No rush," I whispered back. We lay still, making hardly a move, only gentle short strokes with arms wrapped around the other in a deep sensual embrace while lovemaking. Our breathing was almost normal; we had already ridden to mutual orgasmic highs. Now our bodies needed only easy movements to keep us satisfied. Our timing was instinctive. We matched each others push and pull until our minds and bodies told us we wanted more. Amber hoisted her legs higher for me to wrap my arms behind her knees for deeper penetration. Yet, we were not ready for more powerful thrusting. All the while, our breath became raspier. There was lust and desire in Amber's eyes, a need for release of her building orgasm. We continued our pace building until my thrusts came faster and longer. Amber stared into my eyes, hers wide open. "I'm cumming!" Those words barely left her mouth before she sucked in a deep breath, held it several long seconds, until her orgasm vibrated through her body and she released her orgasm in a loud yell. I drove into her harder not ready to cum and completely sure Amber never had a night of sex like this. It was for me a night of sex I haven't had in a long time. Weak and spent from cumming hard as she did, Amber lay limp under me. I released her legs and watched them fall like tree limbs to the mattress. I was still hard in her pussy and made no move to withdraw myself. I waited for Amber to make the next move. "Steve, I can't take any more! My little girl is sore." The happy, content, satisfied look on her face told a different story as she squeezed my cock in her pussy. I smiled and began to withdraw from her until I was barely in her. I pulled back a bit more as if withdrawing completely. A look of regret that I was about to leave her spread across her face. It was the look I hoped to see. I thrust hard and fast into her and the resulting cry of another small orgasm sealed the deal. "Amber, you want more and tonight you will get more." "Steve, wrap me tight and turn us over so I'm on top again." We clung tightly, arms and legs holding onto one another as I rolled us into the new position. In this new position, we could touch and fondle as we kissed and panted toward another round of sex. My eyes traveled the length of Amber's torso. Her nipples still stood proudly at swollen attention. The puffy areoles stretched full as targets of my fingertips as I pinched them, not hard to hurt. Amber reacted by quivering on my cock and squeezing me hard. Further down, her smooth stomach and swell of her hips over my lap gave me an erotic view of where we joined. I saw her deeply red very swollen camel toe and just a hint of her clit rubbing against my lap. I was ready to fuck Amber as forcefully as I could and leave her in a post-orgasmic heap. Amber rode on my cock for several minutes when she suddenly lifted off and took doggie. "I want it now! Pound me! Fuck me, Steve!" Did she read my mind; were our minds and bodies in sync? There was no fanfare, no politeness; I drove hard and long into Ambers young pussy. When was the last time I fucked a 24-year-old woman? How was I matching her stamina? I drove again and again, relentlessly, no remorse. She asked for a hard pounding. Weekend at the Lake Amber screamed in surprise and pain as I first jabbed into her. Now her screams were full of foul sex talk. She demanded more and more she got. At this pace, my own cum would hit soon and Amber was on the edge screaming. When I grabbed her hips and pulled her hard into me, she came in a huge wet squirt. I blasted deep into her as I forced her to lay with me still cumming in her. ********** We lay together for many minutes as the force of our sex drained us. My cock softened but I didn't shrink completely and kept some pressure in Amber who purred and mewed in a very content way. The clock read 10:43. It was over four hours since Sherry left and Amber and I began our heated night of raw sex. "Amber, we need some nourishment and, as advertised, maybe another shower. What a sweet little minx you are." "I think we should change sheets, too. We soaked them." Amber began squeezing my mostly flaccid cock drawing new life from it. "Are you sure," I sweetly whispered in her ear. "Just checking," was her very happy and satisfied answer. "You did promise the whole weekend." I gave Amber several thrusts and felt her begin to respond. Then quickly withdrew and got out of bed. The look of dissatisfaction was clear on Amber's face. I bent to kiss her and reassured, "Just keeping the edge on. Lets clean up and find a bit of late night supper." Amber dashed off for the bathroom and I was delighted to see all the evidence of our sex forming little rivulets running down her legs. There was an almost audible whoosh of our cum as she sat on the toilet. I heard the tub filling as I stripped the bed of wet sheets. I heard Amber sinking into the hot tub, she made a deep sigh and moan as the water washed over her. I entered the bathroom to use the walk in shower. Amber seemed to luxuriate in the warm water, her breasts seemed to float just above the water and her red swollen labia looked sore. I wondered if she could take another session of love making tonight. I took a quick shower telling Amber to enjoy her bath and come out when she was ready. I set about preparing a light repast to reenergize our bodies. There was salad, crackers and cheese, and lean luncheon meat. We could eat at the kitchen table or in the living room looking out onto the late evening lake scene. Amber appeared fresh from the bath. The sight of her naked form approaching made my mind wonder from our simple meal to other thoughts; Amber saw my reaction to her and came to me with a smile on her lips, she still had lust in her eyes. "Steve," she whispered, "nourish me some more." "The whole weekend," I whispered in reply, "but we have to fuel our bodies." I felt her warmth and close proximity. I reached her hand to draw her closer, her breasts brushed my chest then I crushed her to me. Amber threw her arms around my waist, pulled my hips tight to hers, I leaned to kiss her open mouth and the table setting became an after thought to renewed foreplay. We did break our grip on the other and began an attack of the food for our bodies. ********** The lights were already dim as I turned on some soft sensual music. Notes of the score drifted around as our senses picked them up. Like earlier on the deck, Amber started a slow dance around me, fingertips barely making contact. Now she was naked and my body responded to her again. I let her continue her dance wondering where it would lead and already knowing the answer. I let my hands sweep the air catching brief contact with Amber as she swayed with slow beat of the music. I took up her pace weaving and swaying, moving close to stare into her eyes before backing away. Our dance evolved as we began moving in the others arms. Amber let one hand glide down my chest until she encircled my cock. Her other hand draped over my shoulder and behind my neck pulled my face to hers for a kiss that energized us both. My caresses of Amber's back crept lower to her young butt and she made an involuntary jerk against me body at the touch. Amber sighed deeply and moaned contentedly. Now it was my turn to stir her toward the couch where we shared our first orgasms of the night. I gently sat Amber on the couch and broke away from our mutual embrace. Amber sat silently watching as I went to my knees before her. The target of my desires hid at the juncture of her legs where my cock had already visited multiple times tonight. Even if some of my cum still remained in her pussy, I was going to taste her. Amber was silent except for her raspy heavy breathing as I began kissing her lips working my way to nibbling on her ear and down her neck to her shoulders. My kisses moved to her breasts where I took one nipple then the other in my mouth. The gentle bites I gave her nipples translated to loud moans; her hips bucked up at me. "Oh, god, Steve," Amber panted her only words of the last several minutes. Amber had the instincts of a woman with a strong sexual need; her legs opened to me. My cock was tantalizingly close to penetrating her. If I wasn't working my mouth down to that sweet little honey hole, I swear, I'd rip right into her. I knew this would be our last love session for the night and I wanted it long, tender, and sensual. The scent of her arousal reached my nostrils as my tongue glided across her smooth stomach; I stopped to lave on her cute little belly button. Now, Amber's excitement became a series of moans, deep breaths, and incomplete sentences of encouragement while I kissed up one thigh before moving to the other. Each lick brought my mouth and probing tongue tantalizingly closer to the moist musk filled center of Amber's being. My first lick along the length of her labia caused Amber to jerk hard into my face giving me a spray of her scent. On that first taste, I lost control and plunged my tongue as deeply into her sweet well-sexed pussy. My reward was her orgasm, which I drank heartily. There was only a slight taste of sperm and that added an unexpected flavor that I discovered I liked. "Do you taste us, Steve? Do we have a good flavor?" Her flow of cum did not subside and Amber seemed locked in one long hard orgasm or she was having multiple orgasms gripping her essence. She cried a loud no when my lips broke from her openly flowing pussy. Just as quickly, she screamed yes as my cock began a slow push into her. "Amber," I whispered, "your body and mine." "Our bodies," she sighed as my root reached her depth. Our sex was long and sensual, not meant to produce earth-shaking orgasms. We already completed rounds of untamed orgasmic bliss and now we concentrated on how nice our bodies felt united. We relaxed into a slow and erotic sensual touch massaging as my cock slowly moved within Amber's gripping vaginal walls. Oohs, ahs, and moans escaped our mouths as we kissed, probed, poked, and rocked to the others slightest movement. Time did not exist, place was unimportant, only two bodies existed until our beings, our very essence, became one. The crescendo was as close as a distant star in the sky; it was not about having a good cum. Even as more time passed, passion for the moment grew. I sensed Amber reaching a new high and sensed my own high might soon happen. With only a slight increase in rhythm, I began working Amber to her last orgasm for the night, and mine. Amber's whimpering foretold her reaching a point of no return as she thrust herself against me. Her final release was a soft pleasurable cum coming from deep in her psyche, not her sexual being. I spilled my cum into her and we relaxed into the others body completely satisfied. We strained to rise and find our way to bed. We slept the sleep of two sexually satisfied people. ********** Sunday morning dawned about noon. Amber slept soundly and I saw the evidence of our loving dried to her still red swollen mound. How could she have withstood the onslaught we shared last night? How could I have met her passion? I could hardly remember a time when I had three orgasms in a night let alone four or five. I cautiously got up from bed and silently as possible, escaped to the bathroom for a shower and shave. As I showered, I heard Amber enter the bathroom. Her release into the toilet reminded me of our union and euphoric rides to satisfaction. Water began running in the tub and Amber slid into the hot water. Her exclamation made me realize that her body must be sore as her pussy was sore and swollen. I stepped from the shower only to have my eyes travel to the young goddess in my tub. I smiled my hello and punctuated it with, "I'll wash your back." Amber sighed deeply, "No, that would not be a good idea," she smiled. "I'm afraid that this little girl," pointing at her still red sore labia, "is due for a few hours rest." I finished my shave and went to the bedroom to dress. Amber had only her bikini for clothing so I rummaged through the few things my daughter left her for Amber to wear. The items I offered were loose fitting and airy for comfort. Amber could wear her bikini bra but I was pretty sure that panties were not on the list of items to don. I changed the sheets again and began a wash of last night's messes. I was on the deck looking out at the lake scene when Amber appeared dressed in my offering of clothes. "So, you must have young girls here often if you keep the right size clothes in your closet." She smiled knowing she wore my daughter's clothes. "Why, yes, I do have young women clawing at me. I especially like young sexy women who can make me crazy with their bodies." "Just how often does that happen," she demanded with a coy look in her eyes. "Well, let me count. As I think about it, there was this one time when a cute woman from work spent a weekend and had to take Monday off because she had some body aches and pains." "Is that a prediction?" "I hope so unless you're too sore still. Let me make you some lunch. You have to be as hungry as me." Amber stepped to my side, put her arm around my waist, gave me a tender hug before saying, "Hungry for food, yes. Sore, getting better, I found some aloe cream." Two steaks waited a turn on the grill as potatoes baked in the microwave. The cooking was under way and I decided to call my daughter as I promised yesterday. I knew the topic of conversation would be Amber and as Sherry answered the phone, I began with, "Amber is wearing some of your clothes, I hope you don't mind." Amber's hand slapped my chest as she smiled broadly, almost tantalizingly. "And, I am so sore," Amber spoke into the phone. Sherry demanded to talk to her. I could hear only Amber's side of the conversation and knew my daughter and my office admin person were talking about me. "Him? Five times." "Me? I can't count." They talked for a few more seconds before Amber handed the phone back to me. "Just make sure you don't hurt her emotionally, dad, she likes you." ********** The afternoon sun was warm and we began to stroll the main road around the lake, the pace slow as I pointed out one thing and another. Most of the lake is surrounded by homes with a third of the shore undeveloped flood control berms that gave an awareness of wilderness. Entering this wild part of the lakeshore had an intoxicating effect. I drank in the contrast between wild undeveloped natural surroundings against the stark difference of Amber's young untamed excitement for life. I took her hand into mine and stirred her toward a secluded grove of tall grass and trees. "From here we can watch wildlife graze and catch some of the rays of sun." "This is so close to town yet it feels far away, remote and personal, private." Amber sat quietly on the tender young grasses although it was obvious that she was uncomfortable. "It is very secluded if you want remove some clothes. I can tell you are still sore." "Very pleasantly sore, thank you very much." Amber shed her top and her shorts; she wore nothing else. I discarded my clothes and sat with her. In the distance, we noticed a small group of deer wondering through the trees, too early for their trip to their watering hole, they were munching on grasses or maybe they were stomping down an area for their nest tonight. We watched in silence. "Do you think that is a deer family, Steve," Amber asked with complete honesty of not knowing. "Not likely, Amber," I whispered back. "They are probably a group of does belonging to one buck. The strongest buck wins the attention of the best does." I was becoming slightly aroused and Amber noticed it. "Looks like another buck is getting ready to score his doe." Amber stretched her arm over my stomach and took my cock in her hand. I smiled broadly and sighed as I felt Amber's palm and fingers entrap my cock. I twisted to my side noticing Amber's breasts were already showing signs of swelling; her nipples were already erect. I bent my head taking one nipple in my mouth while my arm reached to pinch the other. Amber's loud moan spooked the deer and they ran off. Amber's hand worked my cock with long slow strokes. "Steve, I have never been this sexually charged. I want you in me." Amber pushed me onto my back again and straddled her hips over my face. "I want you too, Amber. Aren't you too sore?" I saw her slightly inflamed labia but her answer was not spoken. She sat her sweet pussy over my mouth. I used my tongue to lick her entire length from cute little butt hole to protruding little clit. Amber jerked from the touch, moaned a bit, and waited for another tongue stroke. I didn't keep her waiting. Amber accepted my cock into her mouth and proceeded to take my full length. Her head bobbed up and down to the rhythm of my tongue licking her. We stayed in sixty-nine until it was clear we were both close to an orgasm. Swiftly, before her orgasm, Amber slid down my chest and took my cock in her pussy in reverse cowgirl. Her cute butt contracted and relaxed as she bounced hard on me. She cried out just as her orgasm struck, "It hurts so good!" In unison and in our tight union, we came together. Amber reclined against my torso with my cock still in her. As I began to wither from this round of sex, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace. I kissed her shoulders and neck as she also came down from her orgasm. We lingered like this for several minutes whispering words of desire to each other. The sun began dipping down as the fall afternoon sun starts setting earlier. With much reluctance, we both knew we had to dress and finish our walk back to my house. "Amber," I asked, "shall we go out to eat or do you want to stay home?" "If I have a choice, Steve, I'd like to have a naked cook again tonight." With that decision made, we made it home and were right back in the shower cleaning up. Amber made it clear while we showered that she was ready for more sex. I told her that if she could keep me hard all night, we would both be late arriving to work tomorrow. Amber did everything possible to make sure our night dissolved into morning before we both realized that work loomed and we hadn't had any sleep and darn sure hadn't had any rest. About 4:30 in the morning, Amber began giving me some wonder head; she sucked me deeply into her mouth making me hard one more time. In all my life, I have never had a weekend with this much sex. I couldn't remember how many times Amber got me off and she was one orgasm after another. When she settled herself on my cock and began the final ride, I sensed a change in her demeanor. She was wanton, driving herself hard on me. Each of her thrusts came with a grimace on her face. She was sore to the point of pain yet continued her onslaught. I could not imagine her able to have another orgasm, but she surprised me as she yelled out my name and gushed on my lap. I was not close to cumming and I don't think she was finished either. Amber went prone on her stomach, arched her hips high and told me to finish hard and long. Her pussy opened like a flower and my cock slid in smoothly. I noticed a pink hue on the horizon and knew dawn was breaking on Monday morning and all I could think about was pounding Amber into the mattress for one more cum if she could get it off. I was relentless in my pounding; this was pure fucking for no other reason than to fuck. Amber knew it too and she begged for everything and got everything she begged for. In one stunning mutual orgasm, we came in a final explosive cum. The weekend was over. Amber did call in sick that morning and I took her to her apartment where she kissed me good by and thanked me for the most exciting weekend of her life. That was it; it was over. A week later came the news that Amber planned to leave her post to marry a man she was engaged to. I was just a final fling before a ring plugged a hole. I wasn't upset, should I have been? In a parting gesture Amber told my daughter about our exploits and Sherry has fed me with young sexy over-sexed women with whom I've left a lasting impression. Yet, there hasn't been another weekend at the lake like the weekend with Amber.